#but this was my first time looking them up and i was SHOCKED

[samgirl98]

Biblically Accurate Boyfriend

Written for @silverblueglitter, I hope this is what you were looking for!

Something was going on with Jason. He was happier.

Now, usually, this would be good news, but the family had no idea what had caused such a drastic change in what seemed overnight. From what they could tell, Jason hadn’t had a pit episode in weeks and was voluntarily around the family without getting angry at them. Jason was cooking and bringing side dishes to family dinners. Just that day, he had let Dick hug him and didn’t try to punch his older brother! He doubted it was the few college courses Jason decided to take. No way school would make anyone that happy. Even a nerd like Jason.

It scared them a little. After all, when would the other shoe drop?

After the third week in a row that Jason had shown up for Sunday family dinner, Dick decided he had to ask, screw the consequences.

“So, Jason, what brought about this change?”

Dick tensed, prepared to have his head ripped off (he hoped metaphorically). The opposite happened. Jason laughed. Laughed!

“I have a boyfriend,” he said cheerfully, taking a bite of the pie he brought, “He’s my Angel. He’s so awesome!”

Before Dick could prompt Jason even more with questions, his younger brother continued to talk excitedly about ‘Angel.’

“I met Angel as Red Hood while a cult had kidnapped him. They were trying to summon some death deity right there in the middle of Crime Alley, the fucking idiots. I stopped them, obviously, but let me tell you, instead of being scared or angry, he was joking around and sassing the cult leader. It was so funny! Anyway, after I rescued him, he looked familiar, and I remembered why. He was in one of my Gen Ed courses.”

Bruce filed away the cult leader tidbit, not wanting to stop his son from giving out more information. He hated magic, and a cult had been trying to summon something. He’d have to investigate. If only his second oldest wrote mission reports but refused to do so, leaving Bruce in the dark about what Jason faced in Crime Alley. Bruce made a mental note and tuned back in to what Jason was saying about his boyfriend.

“The next time I saw him, I wanted to make sure he was fine and that the shock hadn’t worn off. You know, he’s not from Gotham, so I imagined he wasn’t used to rogue attacks.”

Everyone nodded but said nothing. They didn’t want to risk Jason shutting up, especially since he was volunteering information without prompting.

“To my surprise, he was chipper and didn’t seem traumatized about what happened. Hell, when I introduced myself to him as Jason, he joked how he was a native Gothamite now because he had been kidnapped.”

“Anyway, one thing led to another, and then we were friends. A few days later, he asked me for a date at a library. My God, that thing was so well-stocked! It even had books that I had never heard or seen. There were first-edition books and books that famous authors hadn’t published to the public. I didn’t even know such a library could exist. It was awesome,” he finished dreamily. There were stars in his eyes.

Dick smiled softly at his brother’s happiness.

“So, does this Angel have a last name,” Tim asked.

Jason glared at Tim, making everyone at the table tense.

“Don’t you dare! Angel doesn’t need a bunch of paranoid vigilante detectives looking into him. Angel isn’t even his real name, and until I feel I can trust you guys not to chase him away, I’m not giving any personal information or bringing him around.”

“That’s fine, Little Wing, just as long as you feel safe and happy,” Dick quickly intervened when he saw Bruce open his mouth to say something. Dick glared at their father and subtly shook his head at him. He knew how Bruce was, and Dick didn’t want Bruce’s paranoia ruining things with Jason.

Bruce frowned but took Dick’s silent advice. Jason glared at them the whole time.

“I’m glad, Jay lad. When you feel comfortable, bring him around. I, we, would love to meet him.”

“Yes, I would love to see who this Angel is and what is wrong with him. Who would like to date Todd purposely?”

Jason turned his glare at his younger brother, but it lacked malice. “Watch it, Demon Brat.”

“Tt, imbecile.”

And so, life continued.

Jason mellowed out more and more while still visiting and talking to the family without any angry barbs. He worked more with them as Red Hood and was less violent with most criminals. Jason would go to the cave after missions to get checked over and eat some of Alfred’s snacks without complaint. He joked around with them and trained. He even let the family enter his territory in Crime Alley in costume.

Still, everyone in the family was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Jason still hadn’t introduced them to Angel, even though it had been three months since they found out, and it was driving Bruce and Tim insane. They only knew that Angel was obsessed with space and studying to be an astrophysicist. Oh, and apparently, he had access to an incredible library.

Dick didn’t know how much longer he could hold them back from investigating every one of Jason’s classmates.

“Jason can take care of himself, Bruce. Let him come to us, and don’t fuck this up for him.”

“But,” he started.

“No ‘buts’. Trust your son.”

“Fine,” he turned around and returned to typing in the Batcomputer. Bruce was brooding. Hmm, Dick would have to talk to Alfred to get help.

One night, while it was a quiet night at patrol, Jason was telling Dick a story about Angel.

“You should’ve seen how angry he was! All this because he argued with the professor that Pluto should be a planet. He was so passionate that he even called the people who had decided to take Pluto out as ‘an insult to the ones who study the sky.’ Speaking of, did you know that the ones who decided were the International Astronomical Union? And honestly, with how Angel describes them, I’m more inclined to believe they are idiots.”

Dick smiled at his brother’s obvious happiness, “Is that so? I’m so happy for you, Hood. Speaking of, when do we get to meet him? I don’t know how long I can keep Tim and Bruce off your back.”

Jason sighed.

“Yeah, I guess it’s time, isn’t it? I already prepared Angel as much as I could about our crazy family. I just wanted to keep him for myself a while longer, I guess.”

Silence reigned for a while.

“I’ll take him on our next Sunday dinner if he says yes.”

Dick smiled, “I’ll let Bruce and the family know so you don’t have to.”

“Thanks.”

Of course, that’s when the other shoe dropped. The night before they were supposed to meet Angel, a supernatural force had invaded Gotham. It was an all-hands-on-deck situation. Batman had even contacted the Justice League and tried communicating with John Constantine. Nightwing had called in a favor to both Zatanna and Raven. Even Red Hood seemed to be trying to get a hold of someone.

“Sorry, Bats,” Constantine’s voice came through the coms. “Whatever you’re fighting is causing a magical force field around Gotham. Zatanna and I are trying to break through it, but it’s slow going. Raven is keeping the lesser demons it’s summoning off our backs while we try to break through. It might take us at least fifteen.”

“Hn, just get here as soon as you can.”

Batman threw a few batarangs made of nth metal at the giant mass of shadows, and Superman used his laser eyes. Wonder Woman threw her lasso around one of the creature’s arms, and Green Lantern used a net construct. It didn’t even slow it down.

The Martian Manhunter used a psychic attack to finally slow the creature down. Nightwing was finally able to catch his breath. He looked around them and saw the destruction the creature had left in its wake.

Thankfully, Red Robin and Robin were taking care of crowd control, so no civilians were left in harm’s way.

Suddenly, the creature got angry at Batman and swept its arms, sending Batman flying. Thankfully, Superman caught him before he hit the wall, but Nightwing still flinched. That had to have hurt. Out of nowhere, Red Hood came at the creature with flaming swords.

Where had he even gotten them?

Nightwing watched as Jason’s swords cleaved through the creature’s shadowy arm. The limb fell to the floor before disappearing. Just as Nightwing was about to celebrate, the thing grew the arm again.

Fuck.

The fight continued, and they were getting desperate. Jason was the only one who could even slightly damage the creature, and he was tiring. Constantine and Zatanna were still, more or less, ten minutes away. Superman and Wonder Woman were slowing the creature down, but even they were flagging. Martian Manhunter was out for the count after the creature used its psychic attack to bring him down.

They were so fucked.

Suddenly, the air got frigid, and there was a heavy pressure. The hair on Nightwing’s body stood up. Superman looked around while Wonder Woman tensed even more. Even the creature paused.

What showed up next made Dick want to scratch his eyes out. He couldn’t even describe it. All he saw were hundreds of eyes with eight ice-blue wings. The shadow creature yelled out in fear before being evaporated. Fuck, fuck, fuck! How would they defeat the eldritch abomination if it could take out the shadow creature without effort? Hell, Dick could even look straight at it. He was keeping watch with the peripheral of his vision, and he was sure so was everyone else.

“DON’T BE AFRAID! I WAS CALLED TO BE OF HELP.”

Called? For Help? Were Constantine and Zatanna here? Was this creature their doing?

Dick looked around but didn’t see either of them.

“Angel,” a familiar voice yelled out. Jason was climbing over debris while looking right at the creature. Dick felt his heart sink to the pit of his stomach. Around him, he saw his family having the same realization as him. Dick felt like fainting. This was Angel. This biblically accurate creature was Jason’s boyfriend.

“Did—did your heart just skip in fear?” Superman asked Batman, incredulous. He looked at every member of their family and said, “All of your hearts…what is going on here?”

Dick was about to ask Jason the same question when the creature started to shapeshift. It was getting smaller and smaller until, finally, a fae-like creature with blue skin and white hair stood in its place. It had on a cheeky smile.

It flew over to Jason, and then there was a flash of light. In the fae’s creature place was a regular guy with black hair and blue eyes. He was scrawny and had on a red t-shirt with jeans. He was in Jason’s arms.

Jason turned to look at them.

“Guys, this isn’t how I wanted to do it, but this is my boyfriend.”

He turned away from his boyfriend to see that his dad, the Batman, was on the floor. He had fainted. The Justice League was trying to bring Batman to, while Constantine and Zatanna looked at Jason as if he was crazy. Raven was looking at Dick, trying to get directions from him.

“What the hell is that?” Constantine asked, calling magic to his hands. Even Zatanna was on guard. Raven sighed. This isn’t what she was called for.

Batman suddenly came back to and scowled at Jason.

“Hood, you have some explaining to do.”

Jason sighed, seeming put out. Dick started laughing hysterically. His baby brother was put out because they were concerned about the interdimensional eldritch being.

“See, this why I didn’t want you to meet them yet, Angel. They’re annoying for no good reason.

“It’s all cool. Are we still up for dinner tonight?”

“Yep,” the Angel kissed Jason on the cheek and disappeared. Oh, Dick was going to faint, too. How nice, he thought as everything went black.

Dc x Dp prompt #1: Angel

I'd like to preface this by saying I'm incorporating tropes I've seen in other posts.

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Jason has been a lot happier recently. His Pit Rage has been getting less and less frequent, he's cooking and coming over to the manor a lot more, and he even let Dick hug him last week without threatening bodily harm!

The rest of the batfam, while happy for him, are curious about the change. So one night at dinner they ask him what's up with him and why he's so happy recently. Surprisingly, instead of taking it the wrong way and getting mad Jason is eager to share.

Apparently, Jason has a boyfriend now. Yay!

He goes on and on about this civilian he met after stoping a cult who was trying to summon a deity and how he is this nerdy college kid who really likes space and how their civilian identies shared the same Gen Ed course so he made an effort to become friends. Turns out that nerdy space guy had caused the initial improvement in mood and his offer to go on a date to an incredibly diverse and well-stocked library had been the cherry on top.

The only thing is that Jason didn't want them stalking the guy and refered to him around the family exclusively as "Angel". Everyone thinks that's just a cute pet name he gave the guy as a way to both reference and distract the civilian from the cult ritual he was probably rescued from. Little do they know that it's actually because "Angel" was not a victim of the cult ritual but the summonee, that appeared in the form of a biblically accurate angel.

One day some supernatural entity decideds to attack Gotham and everyone is calling whoever they can think of for back-up. Batman calls Constantine, Nightwing calls Zatana, Red Robin and Robin are contacting the Justice League, and even Red Hood seems to call someone.

The situation is getting desperate. The JL is here but at most the can just slow the supernatural being down. Constantine and Zatana are still 20 minutes out and things are looking bad when another Eldritch Being spawns and seems to take down the threat in one move.

Everyone stands stunned as the being turns to them and in a booming voice exclaims "DON'T BE AFRAID. I WAS CALLED TO HELP". They all go through several emotions upon hearing those words. Where did this being come from? Is this a biblically accurate angel? Who called it here to help? Was it Zatana or maybe Constantine? Are they here yet? Upon looking around it is found that Zatana and Constantine are not here yet and the heroes get ready to engage this being carefully when a voice calls out

"Angel!"

Everyone whips their heads around to see Jason climbing over debris towards the Eldritch Being in front of them. The Batfam feels faint with a creeping realization and Superman swears he heard Batman's heart skip a beat for a second. Before anyone can ask Jason what he's doing the being shapeshifts into the much smaller form of a young fae-like creature with pointed ears, fangs, stark white hair, and vibrant green eyes floating in the air. He flys over to Jason before a flash of bright light leaves a young man deep black hair and frosty blue eyes in Jason's arms.

Jason turns to introduce his boyfriend to his family and the League only to find that Batman has fainted, a panicking JL, and a gobsmacked Zatana and Constantine have who've arrived in time to see the transformation. As Zatana and Constantine begin to freak out and prepare defensive magic Batman comes to and levels a scowl at Jason.

"Hood, I think you have some explaining to do."

[frudoo]

Your new Baker!Simon AU has me hooked! 🤩😊 Retired!Ghost baking away in the comfort of his home, just needing something to improve his lil’ therapy-inspired business… someone like Food-Photographer!Reader ;) You gotta tell me how absolutely OVERBOARD he goes with the dessert(s) when they schedule their first meet up. Pleeeaaaseeee?

I’m obsessed!!! ^-^ Can’t wait to hear anything else you come up with, dear Writer! Thank you for being you 🫡

Much love, keep yourself happy ‘n’ healthy and get Simon some more dough (Get it? Money = dough? But also dough ‘cause he’s a baker? Hahah. Hah…)! <3

Changed it up a bit 😉

Warnings: Body image issues, mentions of therapy.

Simon is up to his elbows in baked goods. There’s no room on the kitchen island for the tray of espresso-flavored macarons he just prepared, so he has to set them on the coffee table in his living room. On the overcrowded counter is an array of cupcakes of various flavors—chocolate, cookie butter, ube (Kyle made him try the flavor when the 141 went to the Philippines for a trip and he fell absolutely in love), all arranged on separate platters that match their color. Each treat is decorated with perfect swirls of buttercream or topped with shiny luster dust.

He can’t remember the last time he’d baked so much. Maybe it was Price’s retirement party? Honestly, he doesn’t remember much of that night, but boy does he remember the morning after. Simon can recall how he got every single scar on his broad body, but not one of those painful experiences even scratches the surface of that fucking hangover. Nevertheless, it’s been a long, long time since he’s baked so many sweets. He didn’t even eat breakfast before he started working, and that was… six hours ago? Bloody hell, how is it already nearly time?

One look at the clock and Simon is scrambling to get dressed—jeans that hang low on his waist and a simple black tee. Both fabrics stretch around the muscles he’s maintained despite the growing layer of fat around his belly. He pats his torso as he looks at himself in the mirror, cleft lip scrunched up in distaste. Maybe he should lay off of all those “quality control” taste tests. He doesn’t have much time to think about it before his doorbell rings.

God, he doesn’t think he’s ever been so nervous in his life. Not through the amount of times he’s looked death right in the eye, not when his father would come clunking home absolutely hammered, not when he held Johnny’s hand to keep him awake and alert after Makarov shot him right in the temple. But you, this sweet, pretty girl who’s coming to see him—not even for a date!—has his fingers fidgeting and his heart racing in his chest. He sucks in a deep breath and counts to three, just like his therapist taught him, then opens the door.

Simon knows he’s in for it the moment he sees you look up at him in awe, trying to hide your shock with a crooked smile. Pretty round cheeks and a soft body—he’s doing his best not to look at the dip where your blouse exposes your cleavage—and plush lips that he’s dying to feel against his own. Fuck.

“I- uh… Simon? I-I’m here about the- um. My treats. Your treats! My camer- pictures! I’m here to take pictures of your… treats.”

The man can practically see the mental faceplant you just gave yourself, and for some reason, it calms his nerves. You’re human, and you’re real, and you’re beautiful. And you’re waiting for him to invite you in.

“Pleasure. C’mon in, jus’ mind the… er. The clutter.”

Simon opens the door wider and you thank him softly, gasping when you see the amount of goodies all over his kitchen and even overflowing into the living room. There must be at least a hundred cupcakes and a few dozen macarons. It stuns you for a second but his gentle hand on your shoulder brings you back to reality. You clear your throat and smile up at him.

“You really went all out!” You giggle a bit and Simon’s heart just about leaps out of his chest—he shrugs.

“Ligh’ work,” he jokes.

You’re embarrassed by the snort that slips out of you, covering your mouth as your eyes go wide, but Simon thinks it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. He needs to snap out of it. This is business. Simon runs a hand through his slightly overgrown hair sheepishly, gesturing towards the camera that hangs by a strap on your neck.

“Oh, r-right. Did you wanna be in the photos? Get you a nice new profile picture?” You ask with a grin, carefully slipping past him to examine his work more closely. “People typically like to know the face of the person they’re ordering from.”

Simon bites the inside of his cheek, debating. The military instilled such a strict rule in him. He never posts his face out of fear someone from his past will come knocking down his door to carry out a vendetta. He was thorough in his SAS days, never allowing himself to be caught without the infamous Ghost mask, but regardless, he deems it too much of a risk. He’s thankful you seem to understand his hesitation.

“We could do a picture of you holding up a tray so it’s just your chest and arms? I could crop your face out, or we don’t have to include you in it at all. It’s up to you.”

Too fucking sweet for your own good.

“Chest ‘n’ arms’ll be fine, love,” he grunts finally, offering you a small smile.

“Sounds like a plan,” you look back to nod at him before grabbing the camera from around your neck. “Where do you wanna start?”

“Wha’ever’s easiest f’you,” Simon hums, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall to watch as you twist and turn every confectionary to find the best angle.

You’re quiet when you’re focused. The only sounds he can hear are the shutters of the camera snapping a picture or your footsteps as you step around the counter to capture every little feature of the whimsical delicacies. It’s odd. Simon doesn’t mind quiet—prefers it most of the time—but he can’t help but crave the sound of your voice explaining to him every single thought going through your head. He blames it on curiosity.

It takes all of twenty minutes for you to get every picture you need of his confections, with varying angles and lighting changes. You walk over to him and go through the photos, explaining every little detail you loved or why you changed up the order of things for a particular shot. Simon nods in approval—he genuinely could not tell the difference between most of them, but like hell he’s going to tell you that, not when you’re this close, looking up at him with that sweet, hopeful smile.

“Looks perfect t’me,” he breathes, giving you a soft pat on the back.

“Thank you,” you sniffle. “So… did you still wanna do that profile picture?”

“I- er, tha’s fine. Where d’ya need me?”

“Right over… here!” You gently grab him by his bicep and pull him to where there’s a blank wall and a good amount of light.

Simon stands in place like a studious muse while you rearrange some of his treats on one of his circular platters. You place the tallest cupcakes near the back, the smaller ones in the middle, then position the macarons in a way that showcases both their shiny tops and the perfect bake he got on them. Cautiously, you grab the tray and take it over to him.

“Here, hold it just- yeah, just like that. Perfect.”

You bite your lip when you carefully maneuver his arms into a position where the light captures the depth of his faded tattoos and prickling veins—you convince yourself it’s to give the picture more personality. Simon’s just glad that his face won’t be visible. He’s praying right now that you don’t notice how fucking red he’s gotten just from your delicate touches and the way you stare at his arms and chest. It makes him feel insecure and as a result he sucks in his belly. His heart skips a beat when you frown.

“Don’t do that,” you whisper, hesitating before lightly placing your hand on his stomach to encourage him to relax. “Looks better like this.”

In less than ten words—far fewer than his therapist has spoken over the past few years, fewer than every single uplifting word he’s written in his journals—you’ve managed to silence the unrest in his head that tells him he’s not good enough, if only just for a few moments. His breath hitches in his throat as you step back to take a final picture. Satisfied, you take the platter from his hands and set it aside, giving him a shy grin.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to overstep-”

“No, don’t apologize. I, uh… I needed tha’. Thank you,” his voice trails off as he looks down at you.

You nod shortly, sucking in a deep breath. He’s so close and it makes you dizzy.

“Right. I guess I’ll head out, and as soon as I get the pictures edited, I’ll send them to you?” You bite your lip and Simon has to resist the urge to lean in and take a nip for himself.

“Oh, please, take some o’this. I don’t know wha’ t’do w’all of it,” he scratches the back of his neck timidly.

Taking one last quick look around his house, you hum thoughtfully.

“I have an idea.”

[affableramen]

Bad spirits

𝜗𝜚 Kazuha, Wriothesley, Tartaglia, Neuvillette, Pantalone, Ayato, Capitano, Dottore, Alhaitham, Baizhu

𝜗𝜚 Angst+comfort; mentions of injury; Capitano & Baizhu slightly yandere-ish

Divider by @anitalenia

Kazuha

When you break his favourite vase that was a gift from Ayato Kamisato—a fine vase of violet colour, with flowers painted all over it—Kazuha becomes shocked first. You did it in the middle of an argument, but the both of you knew it was completely unintentional. When the shattered piece of decor lies still on the floor (in shambles), forgetting all your bickering you go on your knees and help Kazuha clean the floor and get rid of the dangerous sharp edged pieces that could harm either him or you. 

He is still slightly mad with his eyebrows furrowed, but he allows you to help him. Though, it might take a while for Kazuha to cool down. He is usually a reserved man, but the heated argument took its toll on him.

“Are you mad at me?”

“It was a personal favourite.”

“I am so sorry, but you acted like a dick.”

Kazuha did not even rush to deny it.

“I’m definitely not a saint.”

Wriothesley

You break his favourite mug in the middle of the night when you woke up to drink some water. The sleepy you accidentally pulled on the glass a little too much and it hit the mug next to it, dragging it down. Wriothesley sleeps deeply and doesn't hear any noise but upon waking up in the morning you tell him the story as you ought to. To that Wriothesley rubs the bridge of his nose and says: 

“Forget it. At least you didn't hurt yourself.”

And he must be right, you could easily get injured while the mug was falling down. Luckily, you are not hurt and Wriothesley, even being slightly upset over his favourite mug, is genuinely not so attached to material things. 

“I’ll just buy another. Maybe the same one. It’s not living things, they are replaceable.” 

Tartaglia

It was not exactly your fault to have broken Tartaglia’s red mask when you were crashing out. He put in the dinner table and it had to be just a little swing of your hand and the mask flew into the mirror on the wardrobe. Luckily to the both of you, the butler was near and he could deal with the mess immediately. Shocked by the butterfly effect and still devastated over the conflict you had, you bursted into tears. Tartaglia was heated too, and he was not exactly in good spirits, however he rubbed his face and rushed to soothe you. 

“Let them clean the mess, we’ll go upstairs for now. You’re full, yeah?”

You were not hungry at all after the warm meal you had, and even after the bickering Tartaglia still remained the gentleman you fell in love with.

Neuvillette

Breaking his cup into halves was definitely not the wisest idea to grab his attention. It was the look of horror in Neuvillette’s face that made you realise what exactly you just did. You looked at your hand in which there was a shattered glass and a few fresh cuts on your hand, already bleeding. Should you have loosened up your grip, as the shattered cup dropped onto the floor with a loud clinging noise. Neuvillette could have gone furious for you breaking his belonging, especially the one he used to drink his dear water from, but upon seeing you get hurt by your own stupid action, he could not help but rushing to you. Monseiur gently took your hand and opened your palm gently. He looked at the palm and concluded: “Foolish woman. I’m going to get a healer.”

It was just two sentences but you felt such emotion, such care for yourself. “ I didn't mean it”, you say, “I didn't mean it, Neuvillette. I was just… upset and stressed out, and you did make it any easier with your cold attitude.”

“I’m sorry, my love. I will be more attentive next time.” 

“I’m sorry I broke your cup. I guess the both of us are at fault.”

Neuvillette noded, his face twitching with worry and other intense emotion you could not comprehend. “Stay here.”

Pantalone

“That was the last straw. Are you happy now?” Hisses he after you break the intricately-done, antic lamp that was supposed to be a gift to Pantalone from one of his business partners. With your leg you mash the insides of the former desk lamp, driving them out to the corner of your bedroom.

“Can’t you see? She’s flirting with you!”

“It was just a gift, why do you have to see everything as a means to court?”

“Because it is one, look, Pantalone. There is even a letter.”

Hearing that Pantalone slowly approaches you and the broken piece of decor, his look is intrigued but disappointed at the same time. Never he had think that he’d miss something so on the nose. 

“Indeed it is”, he finishes reading the letter. “Darling I didn't know. I’m so sorry.”

“One day you have to face your fangirls and just draw a line, ‘kay?”

“I should have done it long ago, I fear”, he takes your hands, intertwining them with his own and looks you right in the eyes. “Don't need no one other than you.” 

Pantalone pulls you into a tight embrace, staying like that for a couple of long still seconds.

Ayato

Ayato wasn't exactly pleased when you broke his favourite fan that was a piece of decorum in the living room. You did it out of disappointment and boiling up inside you felt upon seeing some other women trying to grab Ayato’s attention. You have never been so possessive before like you are today, and for a good reason. Those girls had no right to peek for long at the man who was obviously (and officially) taken. Your emotions were bottled up because you couldn't make a scene just there, you couldn't fight or threaten those shameless bimbos. 

Ayato was rather tired and simply rolled his eyes on top of his head and slumped into his chair. 

“Are you done?”

“Yes I am.”

“Wonderful. I’ll ask Thoma to clean this up. Go to bed.”

He was not exactly kind, and his what usually was a request, seemed like a merciless order to you. 

Capitano

“Enough, woman, you’re just going to embarrass yourself furthermore”, Capitano says as he once again catches a dish thrown at him by your hand. “I said—enough.”

You lower your hand, gently put the remaining non shattered dish on the table and leave the dining hall. Capitano spends a couple of seconds thinking if he should invade your privacy and impact you somehow, or leave the things as they are. Torn between two evils, he finally makes his way after you and catches your arm, gently though.

“We shall discuss all our misunderstandings… in private”, he looks down, as if he is too ashamed to stare into your eyes, though you don't even see his face behind the mask. 

“In the civil manner”, he clears his throat, “as a proper couple.”

The tension between you two dies out for a moment and the Captain releases your hand, his strong posture faltering as a sign that he is consumed by very strong emotions right now. 

“Why not”, you wipe a tear from your eye. “I might humour you this once.”

Capitano offers you his hand and you accept it. As he leads you to the bedroom, he gives you quick glares here and there. 

Dottore

Dottore stares at his broken vial, his face contorted into a grimace as he stares you up and down. 

“I cannot believe you’d do that. Looks like I underestimated you”, he throws the wasted vial into the bin and barks at you. “Leave. I don't want to see your face for the rest of the day. As if you don’t know how much I worked on this shit.”

That’s right. It was just one vial, but for him it was still a piece of effort. Seeing Dottore pushing his anger back as he needs to focus on his job you have a sudden change of heart. You stop behind him, watching as he works.

“Don’t breathe onto my neck, now go away”, he remains the same grumpy old man but you understand it that deep inside his heart he just doesn't want to admit how exhausted and frustrated he is. 

“I will aid you.”

“I have clones enough to aid me”, he snorts.

“Dottore.”

You do not take any objections instead put your gloves on and start assisting him.

“Don't be stubborn”, he says.

“No, you don’t be.”

After a while of grunting in frustration and constantly rejecting your attention Dottore finally gives up and lets you help finish the task in the lab together. 

Alhaitham

In the light of you two arguing Alhaitham certainly expected you to pull a rash action like throwing his book into the river. He sighed and pulls his hair back, trying to cool down. Was it necessary for you to throw his book away? After all—what has the poor book even done?

“You never listen to me!” You cry out. “You only follow the principles of your book, that’s it. Have you ever thought out of the box?!”

“This argument is huge nonsense. I don’t even know why I spend my time on it in the first place.”

“Really? Maybe next thing you’re gonna say is that you don’t even know why you’re staying with me?!”

At that, Alhaitham finally displays a visible sign of irritation on his face. He is a calm man usually, but you have been pressuring him for a while now.

“What do you want me to do?!”

“Listen to my damn opinion! For once!”

You step back to take a breather, and Alhaitham lets out a loud, heavy sigh.

“Good. Tell me your opinion then. I will listen to it, I promise.” His voice has gone softer and he looks at you awaiting for your response. Perhaps you two can still come to a peaceful solution.

Baizhu

“I’m sorry.”

“No you’re not”, Baizhu turns away. He sighs and groans and overall is trying to cope. His lips are already hurt from how aggressively he licks them. 

“I didn't mean to tear your bracelet during our little fight. I was stressed out.”

Baizhu does not honour you with a single look and walks back to his desk. He takes a seat and continues writing his prescriptions to customers as if nothing happened. His hand works, but you can see the wrinkles forced by anger deep inside him to cripple on his face. He ignores you standing there, looking at him and waiting for any reaction that he would make, but he seems to not even acknowledge your presence.

Finally, he rises and walks to hand the prescription to the customer. 

“Okay”, you say to yourself, grab your things and attempt to go home, but in the last moment Baizhu sighs, his thin body blocking your path.

“Sit on the guest couch and wait for me.”

“So bossy”, you shake your head, perplexed with his smugness and sudden assertiveness that Baizhu perhsps kept inside for a good reason. You were pretty tired yourself so there was no point in disobeying the pharmacist. Baizhu waited until you took the seated position, eyeing you with heavy stare and furrowed eyebrows. Once you stopped there, his face took a softer look and he began working on the last few prescriptions.

[entitled-fangirl]

Sweet nephew.

Gwayne Hightower x wife!reader; One-sided love from Aemond

Summary: Gwayne's wife is the epitome of everything Aemond was never given as a child- a sweet voice, a caring hand, and a comforting presence. He grows a love for her, and Gwayne's pissed.

A/n: This is unlike anything I've ever written and I have mixed emotions but oh well. It's the forced smile in the Gwayne gif for me

Masterlist

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"Hello, sweet nephew."

Aemond's attention immediately shifted to his aunt. 

Y/n stepped into the library, moving to Aemond's side. Her hand reached out and ran through his hair, "What are you reading?"

"Mere histories, dear aunt."

"You've always been well studied, my prince."

He leaned back to look at her. "Did mother send you?"

She let out a playful scoff, "Am I just a mere raven to you?"

"No," he quickly defended. 

"No," she smiled. "Your mother did not send me. I came to borrow a book."

He stood, "Allow me to help you."

"No need, Aemond. I can find it," she offered.

"Please, Lady Hightower. Let me do this."

She nodded, "That would be nice."

As he stood and walked around one of the many shelves. "Tell me about Old Town."

"It is without change. Your brother has been wonderful."

"And Gwayne?"

She smiled, "Gwayne has always been wonderful."

He didn't miss the light in her eyes, "And how long do you plan to stay?"

She shrugged lightly, "As long as my husband needs me here."

"The war could last years. Old Town will suffer without you two."

"He may send me home before then. My father-by-law, excuse me, your grandsire, should be there by now for Daeron."

Aemond reached up, grabbing one of the books for his aunt, handing it to her, "Hopefully so."

She took it, opening the cover to the first page, "This will do. Thank you, nephew."

"Of course."

She closed the book and held it in the crook of her arm, "I shall see you at supper then?"

Aemond hummed, "Yes."

She smiled and pushed herself to her tip-toes, kissing his forehead.

The prince watched her walk away, a curious look coming across his face.

…

"Ser Gwayne," a steady voice uttered over the courtyard.

Gwayne turned, seeing the Prince confidently moving towards him. "My prince. How many I be of assistance?"

Aemond walked up to his uncle, "I dare ask for a bit of your wisdom."

Gwayne's brow quirked up in surprise, "I see."

He watched as Aemond's eye moved to the other side of the courtyard, admiring Gwayne's wife.

There she sat on her knees, playing with her and Gwayne's young son.

A protective feeling came over the man and he was eager to get the attention away from her, "What was it you needed exactly, my prince?"

Aemond's eye slowly snapped back to Gwayne. "How did you do it?"

"Do what?"

The two men looked back to the woman.

Y/n let out a laugh as her son jumped into her arms, knocking her over. 

"You're happily married, dear uncle."

"I am."

Aemond shifted his weight to his other leg, "How?"

Gwayne's brows lifted as he considers the man's question, "My wife is a copy of the Mother. I have been truly blessed to have her at my side."

He noticed how his nephew's confusion never lifted, so he continued to speak. "I married for love, my prince. Not all men have that honor."

"No, they don't," Aemond said. "However, it was no disgrace for you to marry her."

"Never," he agreed. "She's from a noble house."

"She loves you greatly."

Gwayne nodded, "Indeed." He finally had enough, "You wish to marry for love, Prince Aemond? Is that it?"

Aemond hummed, "Something of that sort."

"Gwayne?" Her voice interrupted.

The two men turned to her as she approached them. 

Gwayne smiled and reached out to take his son in his arms, "What timing, dear wife. The prince was asking how I've gotten you all to myself." He leaned down at kissed her cheek before turning his attention to his son. "You've been good for your mother, yes?"

Their son giggled and shook his head.

Gwayne feigned shock. "No? Well, we cannot have that. Your mother is a saint." 

She held her arms out, "It's time for his studies."

Gwayne held his son close. "I'll take him myself. Perhaps you can keep the Prince company until I return, hmm?"

Her eyes flickered between the two men. "Oh. Of course. If… If that is alright with our nephew."

Both Hightowers stared at him.

Aemond tilted his head side to side before a smirk came across his face. "I believe that shall be just fine."

Gwayne reached his free hand out to his wife's chin, forcing her to look up at him. "I'll return in a matter of minutes, dear wife."

With that, he let go of her and began to walk his son into the Keep.

They watched him disappear and an awkward silence permeated the air.

"I imagine," she finally said, "that this war has been unkind to you thus far."

Aemond was a bit thrown off by her kind thought but he couldn't help the scoff under his breath, "They seem to blame me for its beginning."

Her brows came together, "Yes, I heard of what happened. I can't imagine the guilt you felt…" she paused. "Still feel, I assume."

Aemond's expression grew to confusion. "You don't seem angry."

She shrugged and looked up at him sweetly. "I know you, Aemond. You wouldn't do that. You didn't mean to."

That look in her eyes broke something in him. The tough swordsman felt an oncoming of tears pricking at his eye.

She was understanding a part of him that no one else had dared try to.

"Oh, Aemond," she cooed at the sight of his watery eye. She reached up and caressed his cheek. "Every great warrior must have emotion. That's all that differentiates them from animals. And you, Aemond Targaryen," she spoke with assurance, "Are no animal. Let your tears fall, for I hold no judgment of you."

When they indeed began to fall, she noticed the deep blush in his cheeks due to the embarrassment of crying in the courtyard. She looked around and tugged his hand, pulling him to a corner more hidden away from prying eyes.

Once there, he pulled her against him and weeped into her shoulder. It was a strange sight to see the tall stern prince weep against his small aunt.

But regardless, she held him steadfast, softly cooing and running her hands through his hair as you would a child.

He clawed at the fabric of her dress, and soon his weeping finally coming to a stop.

He sniffled at the two dared not move.

She was worried of what he would do next. Would he push her away and reclaim his harsh exterior or would he let it fade into the background?

His head lifted just barely and a tension rose. Their faces were now inches apart.

She was just now aware of the implications of their position and a worried expression crossed her face. 

She took a step back just as Aemond leaned further in to try to kiss her, resulting in the gap staying between them.

They both paused with surprised expressions. "Aemond, I'm not-"

"-Why?"

She hummed, a pattern that Aemond has picked up from her. "You're my nephew. I love you, yes, but not in that way."

His jaw set harshly. "Is that not what love is?"

"No. No, no, no. It's not always, Aemond. You're a wonderful nephew, but that is what you'll stay. I am beyond content with my husband."

His voice rose, "Then why do all of this? Why make me vulnerable? Does it make you feel powerful?" He scoffed.

Gwayne returned just then, with worse timing than ever. In all honestly, he had been standing in the courtyard for a while, witnessing with a cautious eye. He could read the silver-haired dragon rider better than most. 

But only when Aemond made a move on his wife, did Gwayne interfere, running across the yard with a fierce anger as red as his hair.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, "Dear nephew, you've kept her safe for me, I see." The smile on his face was very forced, but he was good at hiding it.

Aemond's eye looked between the two. "I did."

"Wonderful. Let us go, woman."

Gwayne practically drug her from the courtyard. 

Once through the doors, he hissed. "What happened out there?"

She was still dumbfounded by the entire situation. "I… I'm not sure. I didn't mean to, I promise you."

He rubbed his hands up and down her biceps as a sigh fell from his lips. "I know," he spoke softly. "I shouldn't be angry with you. I just… I can't stand seeing the way he was looking at you."

"The way he looked at me…?"

"It's the way I look at you. I don't want another man to ever look at you that way. I'm a jealous creature, my love."

"I am truly sorry, Gwayne. I'll fix this."

He shook his head, "You have no faults in this. Perhaps a talk with his uncle would help."

She shook her head and gripped his tunic. "No, no. That might anger him more."

Gwayne sighed again. "We'll handle it together. Yes?"

She nodded. "Yes. That's generous." She kissed his cheek. "Thank you, my love."

…

He tried to stay true to that promise until he saw his sister. 

"You must control your own son!" He sneered through his teeth as he slammed the door behind him. "I'm tired of the rest of us being trotted upon like shit in a barn!"

"Gwayne, please," Alicent sighed. He hated how calm she was, but that was always her demeanor. She held a hand to her forehead. "Whatever Aegon has done, I can fix. Just let-"

"Not that one." He wanted to tear his hair out in frustration but he knew his wife would scold him for doing so. She loved his hair so much.

A bit of relief flooded over Alicent. "Oh." That then turned to more panic, realizing that while Aegon's problems were often, foolish, and naive, Aemond's were few, calculated, and always had dire effects. 

"Your son has a love for my wife," Gwayne explained. "And I won't stand for it."

"What are you talking about?" Alicent asked in confusion.

"Aemond has taken advantage of my wife's kindness. He practically forced himself upon her in the courtyard after manipulating her into comforting him." He ran a hand through his hair. "It disgusts me."

"Gwayne, I'm sure this is a misunderstanding," she said with a forced smile. "Perhaps Y/n… led him on a bit."

His eyes almost came out of his head. For being a relatively calm man, he was growing angrier by the moment. "Do not say that again. My wife is a saint. You'll do well to remember that. If another move is made to her, you'll have no help in battle from this Hightower."

His words were final, a full threat she knew he'd hold to. Gwayne had a flair for dramatics, but threats and promises, no matter how outlandish, he stayed true to. 

"What would you have me do?" Alicent asked him. Having a queen ask for council from a knight was a rare sight.

"Just…" He cursed under his breath and placed his hands on his hips. "Maybe ask yourself why he'd do such a thing."

"What are you implying, Gwayne?"

"My wife would not raise our son to do such a thing to a woman. Makes me wonder what you've done all these years."

Gwayne was a fierce protector, often doing so for his sister. But this was his last straw, and everyone was on the metaphorical chopping block in his mind.

…

During Gwayne's talk with his dear sister, Y/n had crept up to Aemond's chambers in hopes of apologizing. 

She knocked thrice and heard nothing. 

Pushing the door firmly, she saw Aemond curled up on his bed, still in his riding gear and his hair messy against the furs.

"Nephew?"

He shot up, his eye wide in realization, though puffy from tears that no one was supposed to see. Immediately embarrassment flooded his entire soul. "Come to gloat?" His hoarse voice echoed through the room.

"Hardly. I feel awful."

"I thought you'd be like her. Better, even," he whispered, though she was sure it was meant to be kept to himself, "but you're not like her at all."

 "Who, sweet nephew?"

His eye widened once again, his entire body seemingly caving in on itself like a defense. He was running out of ways to shut her out. He said nothing.

"My mother was the most caring woman I knew," she began to explain in the silence. "She only wanted the best for her children, and she always had such a steady hand. It was so comforting." She picked at her nails, a habit she caught from one of the Hightowers. "I told myself I wanted to be just like her. Forgive me if my efforts to be comforting came across in a misleading fashion."

"Is that not what a wife does for her husband, though?" His vulnerable voice asked.

"Well, yes. But it's different," she explained. "I treat my husband and my son very differently."

"How?"

"Uh," she was unprepared to answer this question. "I'm responsible for teaching my son the right ways to live. To have him grow to be a great Hightower. But Gwayne is a man grown. I can't teach him things that he already knows. Nor should I have to."

"But you don't tell your son what to do," he pointed out.

"No," she said as if ridiculous. "He should get to explore the world and find things for himself. I only help him when he needs it."

"Mother has never done that."

Y/n's face paled. Suddenly everything was clicking into place.

"Aemond, your mother is surrounded by Targaryens with great dragons as a queen with no power. It's a scary thought for her. She doesn't know how to help you."

"But she does not try!" He exclaimed in frustration. 

She let out a breath. "Perhaps so. But she does love you. In her own strange way." She brushes over his cheek. "You are a strong man yet, Aemond. And you'll have a wife soon enough."

"Just not you," he manages through a teary eye.

"No," she gives a small smile. "Not me."

He takes her hand from his cheek, giving a kiss to her knuckles. He took his time, truly savoring the soft skin of his dearest aunt. "May you and my uncle live full lives, by the will of the Seven."

…

She moved from the room, shutting the door behind her. She stepped down the corridor, almost running into her husband.

Gwayne grabbed her waist. "I've decided to speak to the prince."

Her hands rested on his chest. "There's no need. It has been handled."

"Handled?" He questioned. "How so?"

She shrugged lightly. "He... apologized."

Gwayne's brow furrowed. "Did he? That's… kind."

"Like a true gentleman," she added. No one really needed to know of his tears. "Where's our boy?" 

"Should be done with his studies soon. We still have time though."

"Time for what?"

He tipped her head up to look at him. "I fear I don't admire my wife as much as I should."

"You know you do."

"No," he bent down and kissed her. "If I worshipped you every day, it still would not be enough. You're sought after by many in the Realm, it seems." He brushed her hair behind her ear. "But me, most of all."

"And you have me."

"Aye. That I do."

……………………………………………

[tsuutarr]

“…eager to whisk you away once you’re more fae than human.”

I can’t help but imagine a tiny little fairy just lifting an entire person above their head and slowly flying them over the rainbow

This inspired me to make a friend for Cot, soooo here's Maple!!

(Who knows, maybe a harem of fairies is coming eventually)

Yandere! Garden Fairy x Reader

Recently, a human has appeared in Maple’s village. For some reason that Maple genuinely cannot understand, his friend, Cot, has brought over a human. 

Even when Cot dotes on his human, Maple can’t see what the appeal is. Humans are so… eugh.

Still, seeing Cot chatter on and on about his human makes Maple somewhat curious, so he decides to venture out one day. You’re the first human he sees in the human realm, and honestly? Maple still can’t really understand what Cot’s thinking at all.

But one thing Maple can understand is how delicious those strawberries in your garden look. Once you’re out of sight, he quietly sneaks into your garden. You won’t miss one tiny strawberry, will you?

Just as he’s about to reach out and grab a strawberry, he hears a gasp. Slowly, he turns around, only to come face to face with your shocked expression. He’s frozen from shock, certain that he’ll meet his demise when you say, “Oh my gosh, you’re so cute!”

Your words startle Maple to the point he can only watch as you reach out and poke his cheek. He makes various noises of discontentment, making you apologize with a smile.

“Here, are you hungry?” you ask, plucking a strawberry off of your strawberry plant and handing it to him. “Eat up!”

Alarm bells should be running rampant in Maple’s head but… but! That strawberry looks so scrumptious that he has no choice but to indulge. And boy, was he right! The strawberry is absolutely yummy and oh so delicious that he can’t help but chow down. 

You allow him to take a few strawberries back home, much to his surprise. He didn’t expect you to be so nice.

Maple, as one of the cooking fairies, has always been a gourmet in regards to food and anyone who’s willing to give him some tasty treats always lands on his favorite list. So, it’s no surprise that you’ve found yourself in the top five of his favorites list. Maybe Cot did have the right idea about humans.

Honestly, Maple can’t wait to visit you again (for the strawberries, of course). And you’ll let him in every time and give him tasty treats because he’s oh so cute. But make no mistake – he’s hardly innocent. He’s a fairy, after all, so it’s only a matter of time before he takes you back home with him whether you like it or not.

[realcube]

dilf decemeber

day one ⭑ tsukishima kei ⭑ hot neighbour x reader

tw : age gap, second-hand embarrassment

you know you shouldn't, but when you see the flickering lights of his car pulling into the apartements' resident parking bay, followed by the whirring of the elevator as it brings him up to your shared floor, you can't help but press your ear against your door from the inside to hear if he bought his kids home with him today.

they always fill the apartment complex with such a jovial and chipper energy; the other residents of your floor complain that his kids are too loud when kei brings them home after work, but you think 6PM is a perfectly reasonable time for them to be a bit boisterous.

regardless, it was a shame when all you heard was his lone feet dragging over to his apartment's door. but on the bright side, it meant you might get a moment alone with him tonight.

originally your plan was to let him get changed and have a moment to himself first before you started bothering him, but you quickly realised the food you made would be cold by then, and you'd rather him enjoy it while it's fresh and hot.

so without delay, you throw on a pair of flats and cute hoodie over your pyjamas and rush over to his apartment door, knocking on it eagerly.

it did concern you that greeting him so soon after he finished work would be irritating for him, and the last thing you would want is to be on his bad side, but he seems to have a soft spot for you. whenever you talk to him, even if he has his phone in one hand trying to make a call, and his kid pulling on his other arm, his gaze still appears to relax when looking at you.

and you hope he really does like you and this isn't all in your head, as you've also had your sights set on him ever since he moved in next to you. something about the way he sents off in the morning with his fitted beige suit on and hair perfectly pulled back. how stern and determined he looks behind those glasses in the morning, but come evening, it's typically melted into a stirring pit of stress and fatigue. but he still looks hot hauling himself to his door.

that why you decided it would be nice if you brought him something to eat — at least then he wouldn't have to worry about making dinner himself. you cooked a lasagna because you heard it was his kids' favourite meal.

it took a minute or so but eventually tsukishima dragged himself over to the door and pulled it open. "yes?" he calls out in a gruff, low tone. evidently he was expecting someone else, as when his eyes fall upon you in his doorway, he visibly straightens his posture, clears his throat and adjusts his glasses. "oh, (y/n). can i help you?"

"yes! i mean, no. uh," you catch yourself awkwardly strumbling over words already, while he just silently snickers, "i made this for you and your family. i hope you enjoy it." you offer him the lasagna, and he hesitantly reaches out and takes it.

"thanks. but it's not poison, is it? because i know how badly you all want my kids to be quiet." he jokes, but you immediately jump to defend yourself, abash at his implication.

"oh, no. of course not. i actually don't mind your kids making noise, i think it's sweet that they have so much energy and they should be able to express—"

tsukishima interupts your ramage but smirking and placing a large hand on your shoulder, "i'm kidding. i want them to shut up as much as the rest of you do." he says light-heartedly, glancing half-lidded between the lasagna in his hands and your glowing face, "but even if this was poison, i think i'd still have a bite. looks pretty decent."

"pretty decent?" you laugh.

"yeah, decent. might even be edible." he nods, trying to suppress a cheeky smile, "but i need to try it first to confirm. want to join me?"

"join you?" you repeat in shock, raising your eyebrows.

"yes. you're the one who made this, after all. you should try some." he turns around to head inside his apartment, looking at you from over his shoulder and quirking an eyebrow, "unless you've done enough volunteer work for today. you probably have better things to do then entertain the elderly." he teases, and you trail after him, following him inside.

"i always have time for the old and senile."

"well, aren't you just an angel sent from heaven?" he says mockingly, still brandishing a playful smirk, as he sets out places and begins to serve the slices of lasagna.

he motions for you to take a seat across from his at the dinner table, and you do so. he sits down too, after retrieving a tall bottle of red wine and placing it on the table for you to gawk at.

"ooh, that looks fancy. what's the occasion?"

he rolls his eyes and works at uncorking the bottle and serving it, "first childless dinner in three months. though, that's assuming that you count as an adult, which i'm not too sure about."

you can tell there is banter in his tone, so you reciprocate and reply in a light-hearted manner, scoffing playfully, "what the hell do you mean?"

"i can see your rainbow socks sticking out from your shoes." he replies monotonously, which causes you look down in dismay. and indeed, there it was. but instead of being outwardly embarrassed by it, you agonisingly try to conceal it with confidence and repartee.

"so what? they're comfortable and economical." you weren't entirely certain why you related your socks to the economy but fortunately tsukishima moved on. as he was pouring the drinks into your respestive glasses, he noticed you hadn't started eating yet so he encouraged you to do so.

"go on. what're you waiting for? are you waiting for me to take the first bite so you don't have to consume the poison?"

you roll your eyes and just to prove a point in a dramatic fashion, you cut a large section of the lasagna off and attempt to stuff it into your mouth. and for the most part you do, but in the process, a large serving of tomato sauce spills down your cheek.

you hastily grab a napkin and begin to clean it up, while tsukishima just sits across the table and laughs. loudly. "wow, angel. your status of an adult is really coming into question again."

you scoff, and once your finished chewing your large portion of lasagna and have seemingly wiped your face clean of any remaining sauce, you mutter, "just because i've not got cataracts yet, doesn't mean i fail to qualify as an adult."

"wow, rude. i don't have cataracts; these are regular glasses for regularly blind people." he teases, then follows it up by pointing to your cheek, "and it seems like you need them more than me. you missed a spot."

your face flushes in embarrassment, as you pick up the napkin and follow his gesture to locate the smudge, "where is it?"

he leans in closer, until his hands is near to your face, then quickly runs his thumb against your cheek — right beside your lips — and smearing cold sauce against your skin in the process. "right there." he chuckles.

you groan, using the napkin to wipe it away again. "so childish." you shake your head disapprovingly, and he just raises his eyebrows at you.

"well, that makes two of us."

btw ik it's not said explicitly but he's obviously divorced, this isn't a cheating fic.

[beloveds-embrace]

More shifter Au thoughts because my brain just does not stop for one second. Shifter!Reader doesnt know what nesting is, they grew up in a home without love, her parents marriage and her subsequent birth a thing of politics and power (both her parents coming from powerful shifter families) so she never saw her parents nest despite being shifters. So she doesn't know what is, nevermind how to do it and she was the only shifter in her friend group so she never saw their parents or them displaying the behaviour. And then she meets Shifter!TF141 and gets really close to them and starts to fall for the boys. Once their mission is over, she invites them all to her families villa in the French country side for some sun and realaxation and its private so Simon doesnt have to worrry about anyone seeing his mask or his face. They all agree and set up a date, shes there a few days earlier helping the staff set up and making sure everythings perfect. But now she has this urge, no the absolute need for sofr throws and pillows to be lining the sofas and beds, the pillows pilled up high and in a circle, almost like a fort she would build when she was a child, especially in her room. The staff just watch on with smiles on their face and whisper to one another giggling about in love she is. One of the oldest staff, an older woman who had been with her since was a child approaches her and talks to her about it, realising she didn't even know why she was doing it, bringing her a cup of tea and holding her hands gently as she explains nesting "you're trying to make it safe and comforting for your mates, to show them you'd be a good homemaker and mother" Reader just looks at her like a shocked pikachu and keeps muttering about "her mates", she didnt even realise just what had happened in her time with TF141 and how much she had actually feel for them. When the boys arrive, they're in awe of the beautiful house but they're more in awe of the different nests she has created throughout the houses. Price is the first to approach her, hand landing gently on her face as he dips his nose down to her neck letting a comforting rumble that almost sounded like a purr bleed from his chest, one the other boys mimiced as they stepped closer to her, circling her body, "you do all this for us love" she nods her head meekly as Jonny places a soft kiss to her head from behind, his hands finding her hips and his chest placed against hers so she can feel the vibrations from his purr, "its perfect bonnie". She tilts her head back against Johnnys chest as Gaz places his head on her shoulder, twisted slightly so he place a soft kiss against her pulse point, to give him more room and her eyes dart to Simon, standing a small distance away and she reaches her hand out to him which he gladly takes and presses a small kiss against her palm and then her kuncles before stepping closer and plaving it on his chest right above his heart.

Safe to say the nest in her room was broken in that night

I can’t hoard this golden ask anymore 😔 godddd i love this so, so very much?? The concept of never actually being familiar with any of your more domestic instincts to the point you don’t know shit abt them but you still fond yourself feeling loved enough where you can still partake in them <333

But also the way the 141 will just be so?? Happy?? Proud and smug bastards, because no one else has made you feel like thay except for them and they are the only ones allowed to see all these pretty little nests you’ve made all over the place just to appease them. They love it and they love you <33

[animeomegas]

Warnings: non-consensual neck grabbing from enemy nin, non-sexual subspace, panic attacks, hurt/comfort galore

Necks are sensitive and delicate areas, but this is extra true for omegas. Being grabbed near or on the neck spooks them on an instinctual level that can be difficult to settle.

So imagine your omega comes back from a mission with his eyes wide, tinged with a feral tinge. He's shaking a little, on edge and hypervigilant. There's a bruise on his neck that gives away what must have happened during his mission.

Rage bubbles up inside you at the thought of someone hurting him like that, touching him like that. You're tempted to hunt down the perpetrator and make them pay, threaten his teammates too, for letting this happen.

But you can't leave him. Not your omega, not now.

Neji:

And if you were angry, then Neji was furious.

"They just- I didn't- How dare-" he had furious tears in his eyes as he approached you. You didn't hesitate to wrap him in your embrace. He didn't embrace you back but instead tucked his arms between your chests like he was trying to fold himself into you. You held him tighter.

"Are they dead?"

Neji growled a horrible growl into your shoulder. You waited for him to finish, trying to encircle him even more in your arms to protect him from the world.

"Yes," he finally pushed out. He tried to force himself closer to you, although there was no more space to occupy.

"Good." You pressed a kiss to his head. "I've got you."

And that was all Neji needed to hear before the tears bubbled over.

Kakashi:

"Do you need your collar, baby?" you asked, gently holding his face in your hands. He had crashed to your feet the second he had walked through the door, and was now breathing harshly, his eyes cloudy with panic.

A whine violently ripped out of him. You weren't the only one who jumped at the sound, and Kakashi looked equally shocked that such a noise had escaped him.

"Okay, okay, hold still," you swallowed your rage and tried not to fumble as you fastened the familiar collar around his throat.

As soon as you were done, he collapsed forward onto your lap, and you spent the next hour gently stroking the skin around the collar until your Kakashi could come back to you.

Itachi:

"What happened?" you demanded, storming your way over to him, you hands flittering over the vibrant purple bruise.

Itachi blinked at you, as though he wasn't quite sure why you were behaving like this. You waited for his response, but none came. He just blinked at you again, his eyes suspiciously foggy.

You lowered your voice and tried to remove any anger from your voice, even though it was impossible to remove it from veins. "Itachi?"

"Alpha?" he asked, voice slightly slurred. "Please- please don't be angry."

"I'm not angry at you, darling." You stepped closer, watching him intently for signs of discomfort. Ever so gently, you ran you thumb on the underside of his jaw. He let out a shuddering sigh, but no more recognition seemed to emerge. "Why don't we get you all cleaned up and safe in your nest, does that sound good?"

His foggy eyes jumped to yours for the first time, and he immediately nodded. "Please."

Naruto:

"It's-It's not as bad as it looks," Naruto laughed, entirely at odds with the way his whole body was still shaking with adrenaline. "They just, caught me off guard, that's all."

The anger was buried under the heartbreak at his reaction. Did he think you would brush him off? Tell him to get over it? You wordlessly opened your arms to him, and for a second you caught the way his fake smile fell and his face screwed up with emotion before he collided with you and buried his face in your chest.

"I'm sorry," he sobbed. "I didn't mean to cry. I'm fine, I just-"

"You're just in my arms right now, and there is nothing in this world that would get me to let go of you, I promise."

Shikamaru:

"Mark me again, you have to- you have to bite me." His eyes were almost manic as he grabbed you and pushed you down onto the sofa before climbing on your lap. "Fuck! Please, you have to."

"Shikamaru!" You grabbed his face and tried to hold him still, but he wrenched it away in favour of shoving the juncture of his neck, bruised in blue and black, in front of your mouth. "Hold on a second-"

"No! They, they defiled it, you need to fix it!"

"It's going to hurt you-"

"I don't care! Just do it!"

Throwing caution to the wind, you indulged both him and your baseline instincts, still furious that someone had dared to touch his mating mark at all, let alone with such aggression. You sunk your teeth into his shoulder, over his previous mark, refreshing it in a small wave of red.

Shikamaru hissed at the pain, but as the endorphins flooded in, his eyes closed and he collapsed completely on top of you, breathing harshly. You lapped at the bite soothingly, and only then did some of the oppressive scent of manic omega clear from the air.

[slut4thebroken]

Reminisce

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Pairing | Jackson Rippner x reader

Summary | Your boyfriend of almost nine months finally reveals something to you.

Warnings | Consensual to NON CON, smut, forced breeding, baby trapping, scars, praise, forced orgasm, crying, blackmail?, past rape, lots of talk about rape, like a lot.

Words | 1.4 k

Notes | Pretend I posted this a week before Halloween like it says in the fic lol.

Ao3 link | <3

Masterlist

Kinktober | day 19: forced orgasm

Also idk this gif just reminded me of this part “he stared down at you with half lidded eyes, just barely smirking at the state he had you in.”

“Good girl… Take my fucking cock.” He gruffed, wrapping a hand around your neck, fucking you even harder. You cried out and clung to his shoulders, trying to ground yourself. He was leaning over your body with your legs on his shoulders basically pushed flat against your chest, unable to do anything other than take it. 

“Jackson..” You whined. Each hard thrust was punching little breaths and grunts out of you and he stared down at you with half lidded eyes, just barely smirking at the state he had you in. 

“God— This reminds me so much of our first date.” He groaned, confusing you. Your first date was at a restaurant and he only kissed you after walking you to your door… You didn’t know what he was talking about and his cock ramming into you was making it really hard to think about it. He chuckled quietly when he saw your furrowed brows. 

“You don’t remember? It was right here in this bed, you were dressed up as a cute little fairy for Halloween and I was wearing a mask…” He trailed off, waiting for you to finally figure it out. Your stomach dropped as you recalled what was probably the worst night of your entire life. “You looked so pretty crying and begging for me like that, I knew I had to make you mine.” He said with a small smile, sounding almost endeared. 

You stared up at him in shock and horror as the small scar below your collarbone started aching at the memory. There’s no way that your boyfriend of almost nine months was the one who broke into your apartment and raped you last Halloween. 

“W-what?” You said through a breath, voice barely audible. His smirk widened as he took in the terror on your face. 

“I was thinking of waiting until Halloween, but I just couldn’t help myself.” He chuckled. “Plus it’s only a week away, and I figured you might shut down on the actual day.” 

All you could do was stare at him, a huge wave of emotions crashing down on you. When the angle of his thrusts shifted a little and he hit that one spot inside of you, you suddenly remembered that he was still fucking you and you started pushing him away. 

“Get the fuck off of me.” Any malice in your tone was completely overshadowed by fear. In response, he just grinned and squeezed your neck even harder until you gasped for air. 

“You were so tight that day… I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it for almost a year.” He groaned, then his eyes flitted down to your chest. “And that scar… Every time I see it I remember how pretty you looked, crying and begging under me as you took my cock like a good little girl— just like you’re doing now.” 

“Get off!” You yelled, the tears in your eyes beginning to fall as you thrashed under him. He shushed you and just grabbed your wrists to pin them above your head with one hand while the other moved to trace over the scar. 

“You know… The first time you got all choked up when I asked about it, I had to go to the bathroom and jerk off.” He chuckled quietly, looking between your face and the scar with an almost fond expression.

“Stop!” You screamed, becoming hysterical. “Jackson, please.” When you broke out into a sob, he cursed under his breath and moaned loudly, his thrusts becoming more frantic. 

“God- you were crying just like this…” He groaned, dragging his gaze all over your tear streaked face. “Only last time you weren’t about to come on my cock.” He said smugly. 

You shook your head almost violently, but you could feel your orgasm still approaching, despite what you just learned. 

“And, between you and me… based on how hysterical you were last year, I was worried you wouldn’t be interested in a relationship at all— let alone sex…” He said teasingly, but his voice was becoming breathless as he neared his own release. “But you surprised me.” He chuckled quietly. You could barely focus on his words with how hard you were crying, feeling completely frozen underneath him. “You were so desperate for it too. I guess that’s normal though… Something about reclaiming control over your body and what not.”

“Jackson, please stop.” You sobbed brokenly, but he wasn’t deterred at all.

“Stop? But you were just moaning like a little whore for me two minutes ago.” He said coyly. 

“I hate you!” You suddenly screamed, making him laugh again. 

“No. You hate yourself because you’re about to cream all over your rapist’s cock.” The hand not holding your wrists down moved to rub your clit and your crying intensified. 

“Stop!” You shrieked, thrashing under him uselessly. 

“Beg harder, baby… I’m close.” He moaned as his thrusts sped up. The smirk on his face that used to make you blush, made you sick to your stomach this time. 

You were mumbling incoherent protests and pleas and he let his head drop down as he moaned loudly. His fingers never faltered on your clit and you could feel your unwanted orgasm rapidly approaching. 

“No… No— please.” You sobbed weakly, making him look at you again. 

“Do it, slut. Come on my fucking cock while I rape you again.”

You were crying almost violently now, tears streaming down your cheeks as you practically started hyperventilating. “Please..” You whimpered, squirming under him weakly. The coil of arousal in your belly wound tighter and tighter until it finally snapped, sending you over the edge. “No,” you sobbed and Jackson groaned as your pussy fluttered around his cock. 

“Oh, good girl…” He cooed, making you cry harder. “That's it… Cream all over my dick, baby.” His usually smug tone that used to fill your stomach with butterflies, now just made you nauseous. 

“Stop! Please stop, Jackson…” You sobbed brokenly, unable to hold back your moans and whimpers as his fingers continued rubbing firm circles on your clit. 

His lips parted in a silent moan and his eyes closed as his head fell forward, landing on your chest. With one final grunt, he bottomed out, his cockhead pressing against your cervix uncomfortably. You whined through quiet sobs, all while Jackson moaned… savoring every last bit of your suffering.

“Fuck..” He said through a breathy laugh once his orgasm finally faded. He leaned up, taking in the sight of your glossy eyes and quivering lip, then grabbed your cheeks to hold you still, letting him kiss you. No matter how hard you tried to turn away, he was stronger. He only released you once he was completely satisfied. “Mm… good girl.” He murmured, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. You were completely frozen under him, only able to let out hiccuping sobs. 

“Oh, I know, baby… I know.” He cooed, his voice overly sweet. “But you’re not gonna leave me.” You stared at him, trying to keep a brave face, but you knew he could see your fear. “Raped twice? You’re damaged goods, sweetheart. No respectable man is gonna want you now.” You let out a choked sob and closed your eyes, hearing him coo again. 

“Plus…” when his voice turned a little serious, your blood ran cold in anticipation, “you’re gonna need me to stick around for our kid.” 

Your lips parted and you stared at him with both confusion and fear as you trembled. “What?” You asked, voice barely above a whisper. 

“Lucky me, finding a girl who’s selfish enough to make sex feel less good— all because of the ‘hormones’ and side effects of birth control.” He sneered, his voice cold but with a cruel, almost playful lilt. Then he casually added, “You should be pregnant by now. I’ve been poking holes in all the condoms for almost two weeks.”

“Jackson…” You sobbed brokenly, not even knowing how to react. 

“I know, honey, but I’ll take good care of you.” He pet your hair gently, then wiped away the tears on your face. “Your boss should be getting something in the mail soon. After he fires you, you’ll finally be able to live up to your full potential. You can move in with me and only have to worry about taking care of the house and our kids, and servicing my cock. Doesn’t that sound nice?” All you could do was cry and shake your head. 

“You’re gonna love it.” He smiled, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your forehead. “I promise.”

[a-pute11as]

2 years later... - leila ouahabi

word count - 1.6k

warnings - none (i think ??)

you stood in the gym as you looked around at your surroundings, it was the last half an hour of a training session and your motivation to keep pushing through the endless list of exercise was dwindling away. resting your hands on your hips you huffed out, your chest heaving, figuring out what you were going to do next until your eyes scanned over to leila and laia. the two friends had been distracting you the entire time you were in the gym, you could hear their bubbling laughter throughout the gym, but your eyes were more focused on the view in front of you, specifically leila.

your eyes scanned leila, who was sitting on the exercise bike, her smile lighting up her face as her and laia continued to laugh. you looked as her long legs pushed the pedals, it seemed as if her muscles gained more definition the longer you kept looking, it was like she had a hold on you. it was impossible for your eyes to waiver, leading to laia’s eyes meeting yours and a smirk appearing across her face. 

your cheeks flushed red as you could see her mind turning. you and laia had a good relationship, playing at arsenal together had brought your friendship closer and meant that after a drunk conti cup celebration you confessed your attraction towards leila. she had promised she wouldn’t let leila know, but you also knew she’d do anything to bring her two close friends together. 

“chica, ven aqui”, laia shouted, calling you over. as you made your way towards the two friends you began mentally preparing yourself for what was about to happen. (girl come here)

“nenaaa, join us” leila smiled, referencing the bike that was free next to her. you smiled and climbed onto it. 

“i feel like i’ve barely seen you on this camp” leila admitted, causing you to laugh slightly.

“leila, camp started 2 days ago and we literally flew here together”

“claro que cari perooo, it feels like years” she shook her head, leila always had a very flirty demeaour, not that was ever a problem but the little nicknames had a stronger hold on you than you’d care to admit. (of course love but..)

you couldn’t help but laugh, you knew you had to play along, “do you really miss me that much lei?”

“everyday amor, especially when you’re in london and i’m so far away in manchester” you knew she was joking and yet you couldn’t help the blush that was creeping onto your cheeks. 

“maybe you need to come to london more” you slightly smirked, tilting your head, playing her at her own game

“is that an invitation?” leila asked, her eyebrows raising, you wanted to literally hand her your address but you thought that may be a bit too much. 

“oye leila, i invited you like two weeks ago and you said ‘es demasiado lejos’” laia interjected, mocking leila. (it’s too far away)

“es diferente cuando ella pregunta, sabes que” leila said, turning to laia and lowering her voice and speaking faster so you couldn’t hear as well. (it’s different when she asks, you know that)

“coño dile que te gusta” laia whispered back, “a ella también le gustas”. (pussy, tell her you like her. she likes you too)

your spanish wasn’t perfect which meant you couldn’t quite understand them when they spoke as fast as they typically did. your father was spanish, but your mother was english, spending only the first couple of years of your life in spain, before moving to england. having a dad that was trying to learn fluent english meant spanish was rarely spoken in your household. everytime you were back at camp the girls did their best to help you understand, but it rarely worked. 

“chicas, más despacio por favor, my spanish still isn’t very good” (girls, slower please)

“lo siento carino, laia is being annoying, as usual” leila said, turning her attention back to you with a smile. 

“she’s a really bad spanish teacher too” you giggled, causing laia’s jaw to drop in shock. 

she rolled her eyes at you, “maybe you’re a bad student”

“callate, estoy aprendiendo” (shut up, i’m learning)

“see, she is learning from somewhere, just not from you” leila laughed.

“you guys are so annoying, pueden dejar de coquetear entre ustedes ahora” laia huffed under her breath, before getting off the bike and walking away from you and leila. (you can stop flirting with each other now)

“she’s just annoyed that you like me more than her” leila said, a cheeky smile across her face as she winked at you.

you quickly laughed, trying to react as if it was a joke, knowing full well that was far from the truth.

there was a comfortable silence, the kind where there was no pressure to talk but a cheesy smile was still across both of your faces. you had seen leila a few times in between international break, unfortunately it had been in the presence of other people meaning you didn’t exactly get the alone time you desperately craved. 

“come for a walk with me later?” you said, probably sounding way too eager for such a simple question. 

“ask it in spanish and i’ll answer” she teased, causing you to roll your eyes. 

it took a minute for the sentence to form in your head, wanting to make sure you got it 100% right before asking, “ven a pasear conmigo, sólo tú y yo” you said, hesistantly. (come for a walk with me, just you and me)

“hmmmmmm” leila held her hand up to her chin, stroking her chin as if she was in deep thought, “maybe”.

“leilaaaaa, just give me an answer” the desperation was evident in your voice, yet it only spurred leila on, causing her to laugh at your reaction. 

“of course i will cari, it’s an honour” she smiled, clearly proud of the effect she had caused. 

you had finished up with your workout and had headed back to your room to shower before dinner, normally you’d throw on any combination of clothes to eat, but today it felt like there was an extra requirement to look somewhat put together. walking into the dinning hall, you did your usual dinner routine which consisted of grabbing the same bland food your teammates often made fun of you for, yet you always found a way to blame it on how english your upbringing was. 

you sat in your usual seat and before you knew it the seats surrounding you were full, you had pina on one side and alexia on the other, and luckily leila had found a seat across from you. 

“i heard you’re going on a walk with someone later” alexia muttered to you, quiet enough that only the two of you could hear. 

your eyes instantly widened, “how’d you find that out?” you whisper-shouted. 

“laia told me, apparently leila is very excited” she said, nudging your arm and raising her eyebrows repeatedly. 

“god she has such a big mouth” alexia was bound to find out either way, she was someone you could confide all your secrets too and you knew they’d stay with her. 

“i’m glad that something is happening finally, i’ve been trying to get you two together since i found out she was moving to manchester” 

“nothing is happening ale, it’s just a walk” 

“you two will at least kiss” pina leaned over, involving herself in the conversation. alexia nodded along with pina’s comment.

you shook your head disapprovingly, “i’m not telling you guys if anything happens”.

“hopefully we don't hear anything from either of your rooms” pina added, with a small giggle. your hand lightly met the back of her head as you slapped her for the comment she made, causing her to wince with a very loud ‘ow’ as she held the back of her head. you continued on with your meal, small conversations going on around you, yet you kept meeting leila’s eyes. 

you tried to stay focused until you felt leila’s foot drift up your calf, causing you to choke on your food slightly. “estás bien?” leila asked, a small smirk on her face. all you could do was nod in return as alexia patted your back. (are you okay?)

you finished your meal, making your way to the hotel lobby to wait for leila. it didn't take long until she was standing in front of you, “ready?” she asked. 

you stood up and began your walk, walking down to the beach that was only a few minutes from your hotel. you walked along the beach, your hands brushing against each other every so often as you talked about everything you could think of. pausing for a moment and sitting on a pile of rocks, you listened to the waves crashing against the shore and felt a similar wave of confidence take over you.

“i really enjoy spending time with you leila” you admitted, playing with your hands in your lap as you spoke.

“i feel so relaxed around you, cari” leila said, her hand now resting on your thigh. 

there were a few seconds of what felt like never ending silence before leila spoke, “i really like you, like i really really like you”. 

you looked over to her, your jaw slightly open as you processed her confession. 

“i understand if you don’t feel the same, i shouldn't hav-”

“of course i feel the same idiot, i’ve been thirsting over you for like 2 years” you laughed slightly.

“thank god, i was so nervous” leila smiled, “wait 2 years?” she questioned.

“i’m surprised laia didn’t tell you sooner, or even alexia”

“they knew before me? how did they even know that?” she asked. “ whatever, now i know, i think i deserve something for waiting”, her hand made it’s way to your jaw pulling you in closer to her. 

there was no hesitation as you leaned in allowing your lips to meet, it was everything you imagined it could be. you were finally kissing leila ouahabi and it only took 2 years of staring. 

a/n - might be in like 6 different tenses and filled with spelling mistakes, and translation mistakes, but enjoy xx

[god-of-idiots]

"You… you spoke!" Was the only thing I was able to stutter out. The pale creature sat up a little straighter

"Yes I did, now tell me why didn't you kill me; you've been able to many times now and yet you haven't" I looked at the ground a little ashamed at how simple the answer is

"It just doesn't seem right, you don't steal from the garden and it's not like you can make a good meal, so there's really no reason to kill you" I started to wonder for a second before finally having the courage to ask

"What are you exactly" The small white thing chucked a little bit

"I'm a rabbit, obviously" That answer left a bit of disappointment in the back of my mind

"rabbits don't talk"I blurted out.

"Well you learn after a few years when you're a fae's favorite rabbit" he corrected which left me in shock

"You belong to a fae?" I asked The rabbit on my bed laughed again

"No no belonging to something is too much commitment, but I do get to visit them from time to time I think I'll mention you the next time I see them". I have to admit the first thing I thought when I heard that was a selfish thought

"How would that affect me?" I finally ask. The rabbit stretched and hopped off the bed before answering

"No way directly but things will be a little easier for you" and with that he ran off before I could say anything else. I never saw that rabbit again my father eventually gave up on hunting the poor thing and life felt simpler afterwards, every year the crops became more plentiful and the hunters more successful. I never forgot that small creature that I discovered in my bed, as soon as I became king I made it a law that you can't hunt white rabbits just to be safe.

You and your father are nobles,every week you go in the woods to hunt the white rabbit that always gets away,mostly because you miss on purpouse out of pity for such a weak creature. One night the rabbit is in your bed,but its eyes are red. ,,Why did you not sin?" You cannot move but can speak.

[angelicsoka]

WINTER WONDERLAND, q. hughes

word count | 0.6k

pairings | quinn hughes x girlfriend!reader

summary | the first snowfall leads to a perfect proposal

warnings | pure fluff. reader is from california. quinn is a simp, no doubt about it. not proofread. two use of “y/n”. lowercase intended. this is a work of fiction, i am by no means saying this is how they act in real life.

a/n | first day of ficmas! hopefully i’ll complete this lil event lol

it was cold out, too cold in her opinion. especially to be going on a walk of all things. “quinn, i’m freezing my ass off here.” she muttered, curling into herself slightly as quinn shook his head.

“i told you it was going to cold, sweetheart. should’ve brought a coat.” quinn unwrapped the scarf around his neck, wrapping it around her’s. 

“i don’t have a coat yet.” she grumbled, her teeth chattering slightly. she had only moved in with quinn a couple of months ago and had been putting off getting a coat. “it’s not even december yet, it won’t snow anytime soon.” she had told quinn who gave up arguing with her. she was too damn stubborn. “i’m from LA, remember? i had no need for a coat.”

“yes, but we live in vancouver now, babe. living here you do need a coat.” she playfully rolled her eyes, trying desperately to find heat. quinn gave her a pitiful look, shaking off his coat and helping her into it.

“quinny, you need this coat! you can’t get sick, the team needs their captain!” she protested, quinn kissing her forehead.

“babe, if you get sick, i get sick. either way i end up sick. plus i have another coat in the car i think.” before she could say anything more, quinn jogged back to the car. once quinn found the coat, he jogged back as she stood, still shaking slightly. he put the coat on as he got closer before placing a wool beanie on her head. “found this in my car.”

“is this the beanie you wear all the time?” she asked, quinn nodding with a boyish smile. “i can tell.” she joked, quinn holding a fake hurt look. “c’mon, before i freeze to death.” quinn gripped her hand, pulling her toward the path. they walked hand in hand, taking in the beautiful scenery before them. “quinny, i think it’s snowing.” she said, stopping in her place. she let go of his hand, placing it out in front of her as the smallest of white crystals fell into her hand, melting as soon as they landed. 

quinn watched in awe as she stepped in front of him, eyes wide in awe as small snowflakes fell around them. “it’s beautiful.” she breathed out, unaware of quinn behind her. she turned, a beautiful smile plastered on her face. her mouth dropped in shock as quinn knelt before, a ring in between his thumb and pointer finger. his face held a nervous yet giddy look as he looked expectantly at her. “quinn…” her hands went over her mouth in shock as tears welled in her eyes.

“y/n l/n, i have been head over heels for you since i met you. you are the sweetest, kindest, most beautiful woman i have ever got the chance to encounter. i could go on for days about how much i love you, but it’s a bit too cold for that.” she giggled, wiping away a stray tear. “y/n, sweetheart, will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?” she nodded, barely able to conjure up a yes before she launched herself into his arms.

“yes, my love. yes, a hundred fucking times. yes!” quinn kissed her passionately, placing the ring on her finger before wiping away the tears that streamed down her cheeks. “god, i am so in love with you.”

“you are so perfect. i love you, sweetheart.” she kissed him, before helping him up.

“as perfect as this is, i’m still freezing.” quinn wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her to him tightly. “how do you feel about a meal for champs?”  

“i swear if you say pizza-”

“pizza.” they bickered jokingly all the way to the car, quinn opening the door and helping his fiancée in. “i love you, quinny.”

“i love you too, sweetheart.”

[ickytreats]

When a son and his younger twin sister became adults their Mommy encourages them to be each other's first, and then they live together in a free use life where Mommy and Sis care for his needs and him for theirs. Casual family sex as common in this house as hugging. (No dads plz?)

One order of free use Mom and Sis here!

When mom said that they should do that they both agreed. Mom knows what's best for them, they both sit on her bed as she encourages them. To start to kiss, watches them eagerly the way their kisses slowly get desperate.

Makes sure to teach each of them how to please the other. Coos at them and comforts them the first time bro thrusts into his sis. Once they both have a hang of it she touches herself as she watches.

She created the most icky yet perfect duo. After that, they couldn't get enough of each other. They felt so much better than their hands or toys. They tried to keep it a secret afraid that Mom might get mad it turned into more. But Mom knew that they were fucking and at first, she would just watch secretly but soon enough she couldn't help but join.

The first time this happened was in the middle of the night. Big bro had his lil sis pinned down and she walked in so casually. They both tensed up but she just smiled Mom is gonna watch her babies okay? And after that, you will help Mommy okay? They both don't question it and nod. When they are both close Mom stops them, they weren't allowed to cum yet because they kept a secret from her.

The twins whine so needy and desperate. You gotta please Mommy first, then maybe I will let you two cum. She says with a smile as the twins look at her in shock. Big bro is the first to grab her, pulling her onto the bed while climbing on top of her and kissing her. Lil Sis shyly works on pulling off Mom's panties. Lil sis rubs Mom cunnie like she does her own still pretty inexperienced. Mom moans as she continues to make out with her son.

They pull away panting and Mom gives him a smile why don't you fuck me already baby? I know you can do it. Watches as the twins switch places. Lil sis going to strip Mom of her PJs completely as Big bro settles between her thighs. They both are moaning messes, bro trying his best not to cum until Mom says so. Watches as Moms tits bounce as they fuck, how his baby sis is being pulled by her onto her face.

The room is full of moans until he feels how tight Mom gets suddenly. How little sis squeaks at the moan Mom lets out feeling it through her cunnie. Now the twins are desperate begging messes, begging Mom for them to be able to join Mom in that euphoria. Cum for me babies, cum for mommy. As she goes back to sucking little sis clit.

After that night Mom is the one who starts the free use. Walking into her daughter's shower and joining her. Fucking her against the wall then calling in her precious son and having him fuck her. It's not uncommon to see this around the house. Sometimes she wouldn't even join just tells them to fuck as she watches. Started doing stuff in public too, fucking her Son in the mall bathroom. Teasing her daughter in the dressing rooms.

I hope this is good Anon! 🩷 Wrote this without my glasses and no sleep xd

[mountttmase]

maybe a concept where you and mason have a fancy event to go to together, maybe like a team dinner, but it’s one of those days where it feels like nothing is going right for you— you can’t get your hair to sit right, you had to redo part of your makeup like 4 times, your dress doesn’t wind up fitting/looking like you were hoping it was going to— and part of you wants to just throw your hands up in the air, give up, and declare that you’re not going. but you know this event is important for mason, do you can’t bring yourself to do that

so you go downstairs to meet him at the front door so you can leave, and he’s just struck by how beautiful you look. like he truly can’t believe you’re his and his mouth nearly drops open in shock, but you’re too in your own head, feeling all of your insecurities at once, to even look up at him so you don’t notice. so you try to just breeze past him, barely even acknowledging him as you walk into the kitchen to retrieve something, and immediately he knows something is up

so he walks up to you, still facing away from him, and he takes your elbow ever so gently in his hand to turn you to look at him. and when he cradles your jaw in his hand, he can see that your eyes are shining with tears, your lower lip wobbling as you try your best to hold back the tears

((you can decide where to go from here))

ID LIKE TO EXTEND THIS WITH A LIL BIT OF WRITING CAUSE I LOVE THIS

‘Hey pretty girl, what’s wrong?’

‘Don’t Mase’ you pouted. Tears spilling from your eyes no matter how much you tried to hold them in and you sighed in frustration that you’d let them fall.

‘Talk to me’ he whispered, his free hand cupping the other side of your face so he could wipe away your tears but no matter what you thought about saying you knew you’d sound stupid. This was supposed to be Masons night but you were already in the worst mood possible.

‘Nothings going right’ you gulped, hoping you could keep your tears at by for now. ‘My hairs a mess, my makeup looks shit and this dress is so uncomfortable. I just wanted to look nice for you, you know? I wanted to be someone you could be proud of’ you told him and you hated the way a look of hurt flashed in his eyes at your words.

‘You could show up in your pj’s and I’d still be proud to have you on my arm’ he told you. Kissing your forehead gently before pulling back and giving you a once over as he held your hands.

‘You know, I love your hair like this. It reminds me of our first date’ he smile. His eyes crinkling at the sides as he reached out to play with one of your curls and you feel your face warm at the look of love so plainly displayed on his face. ‘And you look just as beautiful now as you did then’

‘You’re just saying that’ you whispered but he shook his head lightly.

‘I would never’ he told you seriously but there was still a hint of a smile on his lips. ‘I know nothing about make up but it looks perfect to me, I promise’

‘Are you sure?’

‘100%’ he nodded. ‘Same with the dress, you look fit as fuck but I don’t want you to be uncomfortable’

‘It’s fine, it just doesn’t look like the picture all that much and it feels weird at the back’

‘Turn around for me’ he asked and you did as you were told. Feeling him mess around with the zip and untuck something before flatting it out and zipping you back up. ‘Better?’

‘Yeah, loads. What did you do?’

‘There was a big bit tucked in the back, I think you just had it on wrong’ he smiled and a wave of embarrassment flowed through you. Covering your eyes as Mason held your waist and you rested your arm on his shoulder.

‘Uhhhh’

‘You know, when I was getting dressed put both legs into one trouser hole’ he told you quietly and you could help but giggle. ‘It happens to the best of us gorgeous’

‘I’m sorry I bet you think I’m a right idiot’ you huffed. Looking back up to your favourite smile and it was like all your worries had melted away.

‘Maybe, but you’re my idiot’ he chuckled, rubbing his nose against yours before popping a quick kiss to your lips. ‘My gorgeous, gorgeous idiot’

[buselkiy]

** I'm ready to be wrong, but the current situation at Disney reminds me more of this:

And if, from what the new owners are doing with the studio "Disney is spinning in a coffin", then from how and what desires are fulfilled (if fulfilled) on the island, Magnifico bangs his head against the glass

The wish at the ceremony: is a sewing master who can help provide for the island and whose work can be dearly sold to the mainland. The desire after the overthrow of the king: is a girl who wants to fly. Thank you, this is very logical and useful. Indulging the naivety of a bygone childhood, instead of doing something new. What's there? Aaa.. the Ice Age? Yes, of course

To sail to another island to apply for the fulfillment of a wish that violates the laws of physics, or for some reason you are too lazy to fulfill it yourself, knowing that it takes a month to roll back mana for this spell and sell your already existing franchise (which has passed the adequacy screening) because you went broke / don't know how / don't you want to continue working with her, there are different things.

Yes, I've heard about Nimona. Although my friends and I were giggling nervously at the time. "Puss in Boots 2" is coming out And you can't follow the path of "giving up dreams in favor of reality" - we're rewriting it. Nemana comes out (despite all attempts to crush her and be the first) and a chaotic werewolf child is also impossible - we cut out the Starboy and rewrite it again. Everyone was already tired of bizarre princess? Asha was planned to be different. But without him, the bizarre stupidity is once again given to the girl.

And it's a specific anniversary, you can't move it anywhere. And the crap that was left after other films (which took some of the ideas to themselves) was crookedly sewn. And they themselves are shocked that they had to leave It in the end, despite the first ideas, concepts and storyboards. Yes, every character has suffered here. And everyone is open to writing in any direction. And for that, the gratitude of this strange thing

Sometimes I wish there were fewer fights over copyrights. (looks very unkindly at Games Workshop, which banned fan animation). Don't care if someone can outrun you, don't bother them, and do what you planned. But viewers should also forgive such coincidences. Otherwise, there will be only sequels and prohibitions.

There are a lot of films and real stories about the fact that desires can be dangerous, so people responded to this. And that's why people want to play it, ignoring the original. -Someone wants to marry someone who is against it. Gaston's wish will hang there forever, and he will forget about it, stop pestering Belle, and everyone will be happy. -A ship-obsessed person will not climb onto a ship without asking, and will not be thrown into the sea. -The desire to return the deceased will be exchanged for peace and acceptance of the past. These are not franchises, but powerful obsessions of people. And many people go to doctors for years to get it out of them and forget it.

Despite the gorgeous art and orderly arguments, I cannot agree with this position.

*Bow of respect

Later at the wish granting ceremony, CEO Magnifico announces he’s greenlit Ice Age 6 and five more live-action remakes.

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There are so many cancelled and unrealized projects that Disney is sitting on, that they do not benefit from in any way by keeping them locked up tight. They really ought to just let them go if they don't have any intentions of doing anything with them.

Incidentally, I could never agree with the mentality of “Magnifico is actually the hero, and Asha is the TRUE villain” that a lot of people seem to have. I drew my comic based on this post. I feel like if more people had been aware of this possible interpretation, they wouldn’t have sympathized with Magnifico.

Does Wish have bad writing? Yes, it does. And it’s because of that bad writing that every single character suffers. What I think happened is that, as a result of said bad writing, Asha became a character that’s so uncompelling and lacks uniqueness that she ends up a blank slate for audiences to project their frustrations with the movie onto. King Magnifico on the other hand, is probably the most interesting and entertaining character, due in no small part to Chris Pine’s performance, and so the audience is much more sympathetic towards him and willing to ignore his flaws.

One of Asha’s problems as a character is that she doesn’t really contribute much to the story. By contrast, Magnifico’s downfall is brought about entirely as a result of his own actions. Magnifico is in fact not a good leader, because he gives in to paranoia and temptation, acts in a very unprofessional manner, and escalates the conflict to an absurd degree.

Please note, Asha does not get upset that Magnifico refuses to grant her grandfather’s wish, nor does she ever demand that Magnifico needs to grant every wish. She gets upset that he insinuates that her grandfather might have dangerous intentions, and because he does not have a convincing reason why he doesn’t return wishes that he won’t grant. Rather than calmly explaining his reasoning to her, Magnifico rudely dismisses Asha and then blows up at her.

If Magnifico were a good leader, he would have explained to each person WHY he won’t grant their wish, and given them advice on alternatives. As it stands, he knows full well that everyone expects their wish to be granted. It’s why they even came to Rosas in the first place, it is the literal reason he even built his kingdom. He clearly makes a big spectacle out of the wish granting ceremonies, which every citizen visibly goes wild for. Not to mention, he literally tells Asha, "People think wishes are just ideas. But no, no, they are a part of your heart. The very best part." He knows, for a fact, how important wishes are to everyone. But the movie's awful writing makes him think the best solution to dealing with wishes that MIGHT have dangerous consequences, is to just hoard them. All that returning the ungranted wishes will accomplish is returning the memory of what the wish even is, that's literally it, and the people will be no better off than they were before they gave Magnifico their wish.

I dunno about you guys, but whenever I watched stories that preached “be careful what you wish for”, my takeaway was never “your desires could be dangerous and you should never pursue them for fear of disaster”, I always thought the stories were telling us, “beware of anything that promises instant gratification, because it’s usually too good to be true, and will cost you more than you will gain”. While the things you want in life may have disastrous consequences, you won’t really know until you try to pursue them through your own honest efforts, and not through “magical” shortcuts. That’s how we learn and grow, through trial and error. 

As it currently stands from my point of view, when people say "Magnifico has every right to keep ungranted wishes" it looks like they're unintentionally saying, “The Disney Corporation has every right to keep your work and ideas, because you willingly and legally handed them over. Tough luck if you regret the deal you were given. No takesies backsies!”

While I have found no evidence to confirm that the filmmakers intended for Magnifico to be a criticism of Corporate Disney, considering the inclusion of the animation sweatshop scene in Pixar's Inside Out 2, I think the probability is likely. (Not to mention, when Asha shows Magnifico her little flipbook animation, he remarks “Do we consider that a talent?”)

Please note, everyone is free to rewrite and reinterpret Magnifico however they want. He's just a fictional character after all, and fan content is supposed to be for fun. I just think it's funny how defensive people get over him. They say he deserved better, and I agree, but we have very different ideas of what "better" means. In fact, I think every character in Wish deserved better, because again, they were all victims of bad writing. My problem isn't that they took a good man and made him arbitrarily "evil", it's that they didn't make him evil enough from the very beginning. Remember those deleted scenes featuring a villainous Magnifico with better writing, along with an evil Amaya that he can play off of? I'm fairly certain that everyone unanimously agreed these deleted scenes were much better than the final movie, and yet some still insist that Magnifico should have been a hero all along. I dunno, it's a funny dichotomy. 

[fredswrite]

a smut where the reader invites sam monroe to prom (inspired by that line "how does she know who i am and why does she give a damn about me" - teenage dirtbag) they end up getting bored and run away from the prom, sam is inexperienced and reader teaches him and he seems fascinated with everything lol tysmmmm!!!

i luv your work muaccc 💖

A/N: Thank you!! The fact that this song literally plays in repeat in my mind all the time lol. This is such a canon Sam thing, hope you like this anon!

SUMMARY: Pretty much what the req said

WC: 1.5k

WARNING: SMUT, piv, handjob, figuring, sub/dom, experienced f!reader x inexperienced Sam, smoking, virginity lost, Reader and Sam are 18 MDNI!! YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMATION.

MLIST

PROM NIGHT

Sam was sitting alone at a table as everyone seemed to have fun and danced. You being an exception to the rule. You were drinking from your glass next to him. He knew that alcohol wasn’t allowed since this was a school organization, but he also realized that you weren’t truly drinking from the fruit punch.

He watched your every move as you stood up and walked to a group of girls, who were probably your friends. You didn’t seem to notice his eyes, no one ever did anyway.

You talked and laughed with them as he stayed still at his table. It was a stupid idea to even come, you were the one that invited him and who was he to refuse your pretty face? But he had no idea why you would spend so long talking to them.

He had enough of this and walked towards tou, he didn’t care if your friends judged him, it was the last time he would probably see them since he didn’t plan on going to college.

You felt his presence in your back and turned around, smiling at him. He looked rather annoyed and you would be lying if you said you didn’t feel this way as well.

He gripped your hand gently pulling you to his side to talk to you privately, the music almost covering his voice. "That’s so boring." He let out.

"Here, you pulled your drink to his lips, drink that."

He was hesitant at first and pulled away, but you kept insisting so he gave in. It tasted like vodka mixed with rum and fruit. He almost choked as the liquid travelled down his throat, god it was disgusting.

"Where did you even get that?" He asked and frowned his eyebrows.

You responded with a chuckle, showing how drunk you were becoming. "I’ve got my secret."

In all his high school life, Sam never thought you would be the kind of girl to get drunk at parties, even less at Prom. He barely knew you, yes, but how could you even care about him?

"We should get out of here." You replied with a smile, your thoughts betraying your words.

He nodded, not wanting to stay here any longer or to let you embarrass yourself. He would have enjoyed watching someone else drunken mess, but if it was anyone else, but with you, something was stopping him.

"I need to smoke." He told you as you walked side by side away from the student's mess. You nodded as you sat on a nearby bench outside in the cold air. The sun was already gone and you could easily distinguish some stars.

Sam pulled out a cigarette from his pocket along with his lighter. You watched him, amazed by his gorgeous face. Even if smoking wasn’t seen as a gorgeous activity, you gently turned his head to yours as he took another smoke. Your hand carefully cupped his cheeks as his eyes widened in shock, if he wasn’t smoking right now he would have been whining.

Your fingers gripped at the curls on his upper neck, pulling him closer to your face. In a swift motion, you pinned your lips to his causing him to exhale the smoke in your mouth. You didn’t pull away, instead you pulled him deeper.

Never in his life has he ever been kissed with such passion and you could tell by the way his lips moved unexpectedly. He let his cigarette fall as he crushed it with the bottom of his shoes. He let his hand move to your waist, not wanting to touch you completely, yet not letting go of you.

"You can touch me, Sam, don’t be afraid." You let go of his lips for a moment, your fingers roaming around his chin to lift it as he gulped. This was leading somewhere he never went, somewhere in front of prom at the view of any student who walked out.

"I’m- I’ve never- I…" Sam managed to let out between his laboured breathing. Yet, you haven't done anything. You smiled and let go of him for a while, god you were gonna ruin him.

"Are you saying you’re a Virgin Sammy?" You teased him.

Putting it that way, he sounded very pitiful, but he didn’t know how badly it turned you on. "Why don’t I take you home hm? My parents aren’t here." You didn’t let him answer that you gripped him by his tie and rushed to your car alongside the many others.

"Ye-Yeah."

Soon enough you were both stripping down from your clothes in your bedroom. Carefully, since those were your prom outfits, but eager to move on.

You let the strap of your dress fall from your shoulder as he watched with an interested gaze. You carefully uncliped the back of your strapless bra and he got painfully hard just by the sight. You enjoyed every second of it, making him want you even more when a new part of your skin was revealed to him.

It didn’t take a while before your only clothing remaining was your panties. Sam hands were laying on the side of your hips, not daring to move anywhere. You slowly took his right hand in your, sliding it up to your breast.

Almost instantly, he squeezed it earning a moan for you. He watched the scene with glittery eyes, in his eyes you were a work of art, a goddess waiting to be worshipped. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

"Do you want me to make you feel good Sammy?" You teased, your hand sliding to his abdomen in a slow desperate attempt.

"Please.."

Your fingers danced on his red tip, gently rubbing it in tender motion. You wanted to be kind for his first time, but a single touch from you was enough to make him busted.

Your hand then went up at his base, then down again, repeating it over and over each time more quickly than the last It was only your hand, and he couldn't imagine what I’ll be like to actually get your pussy after months of jacking off by the thought. It didn’t take long before he was a moaning mess, the pleasure and the new feeling were overwhelming. Causing him to come undone within a minute of your touch.

"I’m sorry." Sam let out, panting in the crook of your neck. You chuckled, slowly lifting his chin to make him look at you, cupping his cheeks.

"Don’t be sorry sweet boy." You played in his hair as his breathing steadied. "You think you can handle what’s next?"

"Anything." He moaned a response and that was your sign as you pushed him down to the bed. You straddle his hips, grinning against his tights to harden it again.

Within a second, you felt it poke on your inner thigh and he twisted you around so he was on top. His lips made their way to your collarbone, gently succking on your skin. You smirked at the sight of him, his inexperience showed, but you were willing to let him do as he pleased.

Sam’s kisses went to your lower stomach but you dragged his hair up again. He stopped as soon as he felt your nails, looking up at you with those whiny puppy eyes. "Not now Sammy, don’t you want to be inside me?"

He growled and bit his bottom lips, staring at your pussy, not really knowing how he was supposed to stick it in. His face reddened as he let out a quiet murmur. "How do I..?"

"Just here." You showed him by grappling his finger and fingering yourself, he wasn’t against it, he even got faster once he understood the motion. You didn’t know how, but his thumb found your clit, gently dancing soft circle on the bundle of nerves.

You let out a sign, not much of your ex could make you feel like that, and yet Sam was a virgin. But not for long.

"Grab a condom from my drawer… and just… put it in."

He nodded, pulling his finger away, making you shiver at the loss of contact. He twisted off of you to look into your drawer, he didn’t ask why you had those in your room, not like he cared much anyway. He slid it around his hard member before beginning to enter you. Slow at first, with Sam trying not to whine at every centimeter he got deeper. But at some point, he was all in, gasping to be finally buried in something, someone, that he had waited so long for.

Now, he wasn’t completely inexperienced, he had watched porn like any normal teenager and still to this day as a young adult. He wasn’t too innocent due to his emo look and rebellious demeanour.

He began slamming his hips, taking support on your shoulders, pinning you onto the pillow with them. "Is that… Is that okay?" He asked between his breath.

"Prefect… You’re so good."

Your praise seemed to entertain him cause he went faster and harder like there was no tomorrow. His black hair stuck to his forehead, damp in sweat. Your eyes rolled when he hit that spongy spot inside of you.

"Right here…" You moaned. He could feel you tightening around his dick, only making him closer to his second orgasm. After a few more thrusts, he saw stars as he came in the condom.

And that is how you took Sam Monroe virginity.