#he asked to stay close to her if there was indeed a god listening

[thollandsgirl2013]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐥

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → fluff, awkwardness, new relationship

Summary → Peter walks in on you sleeping in a towel.

Peter was excited, practically bouncing on his feet as he approached your house. The two of you had been dating for a month now, and he loved surprising you whenever he could. You worked long shifts at the café and were always tired when you got home. He figured surprising you today, spending time with you and Maybe if possible, having dinner together, would be a great way to relax.

Your mom opened the door, smiling when she saw him. "Peter! What a surprise. Come on in."

"Hey, Mrs. Y/L/N. Is Y/n home?" Peter asked, stepping inside and rubbing his palms together nervously.

"She just got home not too long ago. She's in her room, probably resting. Why don’t you stay for dinner?"

Peter grinned. "Thanks! I’d love to."

Your mom chuckled at his eagerness. "Go on up and say hi to her. Just knock first, you know how Y/n can be after work."

Peter nodded, making his way to your room. As he climbed the stairs, he felt that familiar nervous energy bubble up in his stomach. It was still new—this whole relationship thing with you. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was, but that didn’t stop him from feeling jittery around you sometimes.

When he reached your bedroom door, he knocked softly. "Y/n? It’s me, Peter."

Silence.

He knocked again, a little louder. "Y/n? You there?"

Still no response. He furrowed his brow, listening closely, and then decided to quietly open the door. Maybe you fell asleep. As he stepped inside, he froze, his eyes widening at the sight before him.

There you were, lying across your bed, indeed fast asleep, but wrapped in nothing but just a towel. Your damp hair spilled over your pillow, and your cheek was squished against the fabric, giving you that adorable post-nap look. Peter's heart skipped a beat, and not just because you looked so beautiful. He immediately felt awkward, his cheeks flushing bright red.

“Oh… oh no," he whispered to himself, quickly shutting the door behind him. He looked away, trying to figure out what to do. Should he wake you? Leave? He didn’t want to make things awkward, but the last thing he wanted was for you to wake up and freak out because he saw you like this.

Peter bit his lip, staring at the floor. "Okay, uh… just breathe, Parker. It’s fine. It’s totally fine."

He approached the bed cautiously, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. You looked so peaceful, your chest rising and falling gently as you slept. Part of him wanted to let you rest—you worked so hard all the time—but the other part was panicking because, well, towel.

"Y/n… Y/n?" He whispered your name softly, hoping you’d wake up without too much of a start. He lightly touched your shoulder, and that seemed to do the trick. You stirred, letting out a soft groan as your eyes fluttered open.

"Mmm… Peter?" You mumbled, still half-asleep.

"Uh, yeah. Hey," Peter said, his voice slightly strained as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. "Sorry, I… I knocked, but you didn’t answer, and your mom said I could come up, and… you were asleep. In...a... a towel."

Your eyes shot open as you processed his words, immediately realizing your current state. "Oh my god!" You yelped, sitting up and clutching your towel tightly around yourself. Your face turned beet red as you pulled the blanket over your body for extra coverage.

Peter quickly turned away, raising his hands in surrender. "I didn’t see anything! I swear, I just—uh—I just… didn’t know what to do!"

You blinked a few times, your heart racing from the embarrassment, but after a moment, you couldn’t help but laugh. Peter was a flustered mess, standing there with his back turned, still rambling nervously.

"It’s fine, Peter. I’m not mad," you reassured him, though your voice still held a hint of laughter. "I was just… I fell asleep after my shower."

Peter slowly turned around, relief flooding his features. "Oh, thank God. I thought I’d ruined everything for a second."

You smiled, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself as you sat up more comfortably on the bed. "No, you’re fine. I’m the one who fell asleep in a towel. That’s on me."

Peter chuckled nervously. "Yeah, I mean, you must’ve been really tired." He gestured toward the door. "Should I, uh… wait outside while you get dressed?"

You nodded, feeling your cheeks heat up again. "Yeah, that’d be great. Give me like… five minutes."

"Right! Five minutes. Got it." Peter quickly shuffled out of the room, shutting the door behind him. He leaned against it, letting out a long breath. That was definitely not how he expected the evening to go.

Inside, you hurriedly got dressed, your heart still racing from the awkwardness. You couldn’t believe Peter had seen you like that, but at the same time, you couldn’t help but smile at how sweet and awkward he was about the whole situation. It was kind of cute, actually.

After a few minutes, you pulled on a comfy pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, feeling much more relaxed now that you were clothed. You opened the door and found Peter standing in the hallway, still looking a little sheepish.

"Okay, I’m decent now," you said, smiling at him.

Peter turned around, grinning nervously. "Awesome. So… dinner?"

You laughed softly. "Yeah, let’s go."

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Dinner was surprisingly less awkward than you thought it would be. Once the initial embarrassment wore off, you and Peter fell back into your usual rhythm, chatting and laughing over the meal your mom had made. Peter was his usual dorky self, cracking jokes and making you smile, and soon, the towel incident felt like a distant memory.

"So," Peter said between bites, "I was thinking… maybe after dinner, we could watch a movie or something? You know, since we haven’t really had a proper date night in a while."

You raised an eyebrow playfully. "You mean, apart from you seeing me half-naked earlier? That wasn’t enough excitement for you?"

Peter nearly choked on his food, his face turning red again as you laughed. "Okay, okay, I deserve that," he said, holding up his hands in surrender. "But in my defense, it was an accident."

"An adorable accident," you teased, making him blush even more.

"Y/n!" He groaned, covering his face with his hands. "You’re never going to let me live this down, are you?"

You grinned, leaning across the table to give him a playful poke. "Nope. But it’s okay. It’s part of your charm."

Peter peeked out from behind his hands, his lips curling into a shy smile. "Well, as long as you still like me, I guess I’ll survive."

You smiled back at him, your heart swelling with affection. "Of course I still like you, Parker. You’re my favorite dork."

Peter’s face lit up at your words, and he leaned across the table, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "And you’re my favorite person."

The rest of the evening was spent cuddling on the couch, watching movies, and just enjoying each other’s company. All the awkwardness from earlier melted away, replaced by the warm, comforting feeling that came with being around someone you cared about.

And while Peter would probably still blush whenever he remembered the towel incident, it didn’t matter. He had you, and that was all that mattered.

‎∗ ࣪ ˖༺ 𓆩☆𓆪 ༻˖ ࣪ ∗

[ozai-the-bonsai]

Memento Mori

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 |

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: loads and loads of tension in the air!!!!

A/N: I absolutely loved writing this chapter, I hope you enjoy it as much as I did - I am excited to see what you think about it!!!

After supper, Daemon found her lurking around Caraxes, she shined like a beacon in the dark of the night.

During the meetings with the riverlords, Lúthril had been by Daemon’s side, keeping her distance from everyone around her, only interfering to offer Daemon her wisdom or when Daemon asked her to provide her opinion on certain matters. Even though she kept saying that she had no King, in front of the little lords of the Riverlands, she did indeed act as if she had pledged her loyalty to Daemon as her king.

In everything she did, she was just too perfect: the way she carried herself ever so gracefully, the way she talked, her choice of words… It felt somehow wrong, making Daemon feel uneasy around her. Of course, at such moments, he would remember that she was no human and the uneasy feeling would go away. Deep down, he knew it only made sense for her to be perfect after having spent many years with the Gods.

Others in Harrenhal were mesmerised by her beauty the moment they saw Lúthril for the very first time that day – Daemon could swear he had seen Simon Strong drooling. Many tried to question her about where she came from and who she really was but Lúthril had a way with words – before they even knew it, she would brush the questions under the table, changing the subject or offering her wisdom about something completely irrelevant.

Before supper, Simon Strong had ordered the servants to prepare a room for the Lady to use as her chambers. Daemon could only imagine how different it had to feel to finally have a bed after hundred years of imprisonment.

As he approached Caraxes, the memories of the conversation earlier haunted him once again that day. Lúthril’s knowledge of his darkest deeds unnerved him. She was not just an advisor. She was a force—one he could not yet comprehend. But whether she was his salvation or his undoing, only time would tell.

“You give me the feeling that you enjoy the presence of my dragon more than my own, my Lady.” Daemon said, causing Lúthril to raise her head to meet his gaze. Throughout the day, he had got used to addressing her as my Lady to make the riverlords believe that she was some lady from somewhere. “Have you ever seen one this close before?”

Lúthril nodded as she placed her right hand on Caraxes’ scales. To Daemon’s surprise, the dragon was actually allowing her to touch itself, to come near itself. Daemon had no information about the Valargon’s relationship to the dragons; however, the view in front of his eyes was enough to intrigue him.

“We lived in Valyria amongst the dragonlords for a long time,” she responded, “but long before Daenys the Dreamer had her visions about the Doom, our Seers told us that we had to move to Westros.”

“So you can speak High Valyrian,” Daemon swiftly switched to his mother-tongue, causing Lúthril to giggle as she walked towards him.

“Of course I can,” Lúthril responded in High Valyrian. “Back then, the wealthiest dragonlords of Valyria could also speak the language of my people.”

Daemon took a few moments before continuing the conversation – the way Lúthril spoke the language had him mesmerised. The way the words rolled off her tongue, how High Valyrian added even more grace to her (as if it was possible) made Daemon want to stay there and just listen to her speaking in the language of his ancestors for the rest of his life.

“What about the dragons? Why do they know you?” Daemon asked, trying to gather his thoughts on the present moment but it was hard not to drift away. “Your people were no dragonlords, yet Caraxes seems to recognise your blood somehow.”

“Do you know how Targaryens became dragonlords, Daemon?” Lúthril asked, switching to the common tongue. Her intense gaze was causing different emotions to rise within Daemon, which had been confusing him ever since he met her. He didn’t really know her and yet, he was feeling the strongest attraction he has ever experienced in his life. It was exhilarating and also unsettling.

Daemon followed her when she started walking. “Of course,” he said, trying to understand where she was headed with this question. “They used blood magic – even Targaryen babes know about this.”

Lúthril sent him a confident look as she slowed down her steps. “And who do you think taught them how to carry out the blood magic to bind the dragons to the descendants of Valyrian blood?” Upon seeing the change in Daemon’s expression, she laughed. “I believe you now know the answer.”

“So it was your people?” Daemon asked, he found it hard to believe that the Valargon had played such a huge part in shaping the Targaryen dynasty – by teaching them how to be dragonlords. “That made us kings?”

She shook her head, causing her long hair to sway. “No, we simply taught you how to bind the dragons – the rest, you have accomplished yourselves.” Taking a deep breath, she rested her forehead against Caraxes’ scales, her feet stopping. It was astonishing that Caraxes was allowing her to get that close to him and that Lúthril was not getting any burns since the scales of a dragon tended to get very hot, even steaming during cold nights. “We gave you dragonfire, which eventually became our death. Destiny works in funny ways.”

Standing behind her, Daemon kept still for a moment, trying to decide whether he should listen to the wicked whispers crowding his thoughts. His reason was screaming at its lungs, telling him it was wrong, flashing him memories with Rhaenyra to make him feel awful about himself. However, the yearning after Lúthril and the desire to touch her skin was way stronger, coming from his very essence. The moment he laid his eyes on her, he would forget about Rhaenyra in a heartbeat.

At that instant, all Daemon wanted was to have her.

Listening to the whispers, Daemon took a big step towards Lúthril, resting his hands on either sides of her head, which still leaned the warm scales of Caraxes. The dragon’s hard scales were warm against Daemon’s skin, still leaving his hands unburnt. Upon realising the movements around him, Caraxes raised his long neck in an uneasy manner; however, upon seeing Daemon, the dragon let itself rest again.

“How interesting that might be, it still doesn’t answer my question – why does Caraxes recognise you?” Daemon whispered in her ear in High Valyrian. The way Lúthril shivered when his warm breath reached her ear was visible to Daemon as well, causing the edge of his lips to curl upwards.

“It is not just Caraxes,” She responded in High Valyrian, still her back was facing Daemon. “All dragons recognise us – the Valargon blood has been known to them ever since the first hatchling flapped its wings. They can smell our magic and realise its similarity to theirs.”

With slow movements, Daemon raised his right hand for a brief moment to gather Lúthril’s hair on her right shoulder. Then, he leant in for his lips to be on a level with her ear. His warm breath licked her exposed neck, causing her to take a deep breath. “In that case, I am certain Caraxes would gladly let you fly with me.” Daemon’s words were lower than a whisper. “Have you ever ridden a dragon?”

Lúthril paused for a moment before speaking, Daemon wished he could know what she thought at that moment or how she felt; however, she had a strong grip on herself, trying to show Daemon as little as she could. Well, the Rogue Prince always welcomed a challenge – the harder it was to unravel her mysteries, the more satisfaction the prize at the end brought.

“Flown I have,” Lúthril switched to the common tongue as she slowly turned inside Daemon’s arms to face him. The small distance between their bodies felt like it could burn any moment with the tension heavy in the air. “But not on dragonback.”

Daemon raised an eyebrow at her, looking down to meet her gaze. She seemed to know how to play this game as well; however, her moments of hesitation were more visible to the naked eye than his. “I believe you have to provide me more details as to how it is possible to fly without a dragon.”

A smirk found its way to her lips as she pushed back a strand of hair falling in front of her eyes. “Daemon Targaryen, you do forget who I am often enough,” she spoke with a playful tone. “Why should it puzzle you that a being able to see your past, present and future can fly too?”

“I have never seen a person floating on their own in the sky,” Daemon responded with his quick wit, following the same playful tone Lúthril has set. He leaned in even further so that his lips were brushing against hers when he spoke, “have you?”

Even the brief touch of their lips in that single moment sent a shiver down her spine, Daemon had to try hard not to put on his victory smirk. He wanted to make her desperate for himself for he enjoyed this little game more than he could put into words.

He felt… alive after a long, long time.

Lúthril’s response took him by surprise. “It saddens me that your mind insists on restricting me to the fragile human body.”

“Ah,” Daemon spoke as he took a step back. “A shapeshifter, then.” It was a thought which has not occurred to him before; however, given everything the enchantress could do with her magic, shapeshifting was really not so surprising. “Which body does my Lady prefer for a pleasant flight?”

A giggle escaped her lips as she followed Daemon on his way to Caraxes’ saddle. “An eagle,” she responded, “a white eagle.”

[POV change]

You wrapped your hands tighter around Daemon’s waist as Caraxes flew through the night sky. Even though you had flown yourself, dragonback was a far different experience – far more thrilling and far more terrifying – even for someone like yourself.

In Valyria, conquering the skies amongst the dragons used to be one of your greatest pleasures in life – but that was another time, another life, when fire had not yet consumed your world, turning everyone you once held dear to ashes.

The wind tugged at your hair, the cold air biting against your skin and for a brief moment, you allowed yourself to feel the warmth of Daemon’s body through the leather garments he carried. Strange, you thought. He had a fire burning within him, one that not even the flames of his dragon could match.

And yet, he did not know how easily he could be consumed by it.

Perhaps I myself, too, do not know how easily I can be consumed by it. The fire burning with the dragon.

For centuries, you had been untouchable, even in your imprisonment. Men, mortal or otherwise, held no sway over you. Yet, this one—Daemon Targaryen—made you question your restraint. His touch was a flame you didn’t wish to extinguish, though you knew it was dangerous to let it burn too brightly.

Your fingers, so accustomed to cold distance, now gripped him as though clinging to the last rays of the eternal light. Vulnerability, once alien, now crept beneath your skin like an uninvited guest, and you wondered how long you could allow yourself to burn.

Knowledge made it even more sweeter, the taste of the fruit. Knowing that the connection between you and Daemon had been woven into the very fabric of the time.

Is this why I find it impossible to walk away from him? you thought as you inhaled his scent, which somehow brought peace to your mind. Or is it something else?

Being close to him was becoming more intoxicating each time – you could not even recall the last time you had experienced such feelings towards another person, Valargon or human. It felt… exciting, in a different way. Despite knowing his past, present and future; Daemon was still a mysterious new book needed to be read – you had to let yourself get lost between its pages to taste its mysteries.

Desire was, indeed, quite hard to put a leash on.

“You have been quite,” Daemon spoke, breaking the silence. “Is everything alright?”

“I am simply enjoying the skies,” you responded with a content tone, “it is truly wonderous – exploring the night sky on dragonback.”

For a quick moment, Daemon looked over his shoulder to meet your gaze, his purple eyes shinning with joy. “I am glad you are enjoying yourself, my Lady.”

After a short pause, you spoke. “I do enjoy your presence, too, Daemon Targaryen.” A soft chuckle followed. “Not just your dragon’s.”

Daemon’s laugh sent shivers down your spine, you found it hard to believe how much you had grown you like that sound. It was utterly enchanting, leaving you wanting to crawl into his arms.

After dismounting Caraxes, you both stood next to each other, looking at the cursed castle of Harrenhal in silence. The night was still calm but the wind was getting colder and the full moon was slowly leaving its place to the waning crescent, its light reflecting from the diamonds on your dress.

Upon feeling his gaze on yourself, you turned your head to the left, Daemon’s purple eyes awaiting you. The flirtatious aura he normally had around himself was quite thin at that moment; all you could see in his eyes was… adoration. You couldn’t recall the last time someone looked at you that exact way.

“The diamonds on your dress,” Daemon spoke slowly as he raised his right hand. His fingers brushed against the diamonds adorning the neckline of your dress. “They make me feel like as if they have captured the light of the stars inside.”

A small smile formed on your lips. “You are not entirely wrong,” you responded, causing him to raise an eyebrow. “These diamonds were forged under the light of thousand stars, during the brightest night in the Land of the Gods.”

Daemon’s hand moved up to your shoulder, the ghost of his fingers trailing down your left arm over the fabric of your silver dress, giving you goosebumps. You took a deep breath. The effect of his touch on you was terrifying – your heart was on a race, breaths getting deeper, your body aching for more.

“So they did capture the light of the stars,” Daemon muttered as he gently held your hand. “Any less wouldn’t do your beauty any justice.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

The distance between your bodies seemed to get less and less, until you stopped yourself – you knew today was not the right time. Upon seeing the confused look in Daemon’s purple eyes, you placed your right hand on the side of his face, your left hand holding his right one.

“Not today,” you whispered, your lips slightly touching his as you spoke. “The stars move in their own time, Daemon. Let us not rush what’s already written.”

Standing on your fingertips, you left a kiss on his left cheek, a chuckle leaving Daemon’s lips. “You are a strange kind of woman,” he spoke as you stepped back.

With a smile on your lips, you turned around to head back to the castle. “Good night, Daemon.”

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[whimsicalpolitical]

I got me a concept (if you’re okay with it and if not that’s okay too)

Girlie escapes a toxic household and Matty comforts her and pulls her to sleep

I’m totally okay with it, hope it’s like you imagined

content warning: toxic household, yelling, reader gets hit, sweet matty

You’re sitting in your room, headphones in your ear because you’re not able to listen to what’s going on downstairs anymore. You’re staring at the go-to back you’ve already packed months ago in case something like this happens.

The words won’t leave your head. “You’re a little ungrateful bitch”, “what the fuck is wrong with you?” “Is there anything you can do?” “I should’ve never had you in the first place.”

Tears are streaming down your face, whether you want them to or not. Maybe you have a lack of understanding of why your own parents hate you so much, why you deserve this.

“You say another word and I’ll hit you twice as hard.”

Of course you didn’t say anything else, the sting in your face was already enough of a ‘lesson.’ You don’t even know what you did, you had a long day, came home and were faced with unnecessary confrontation immediately.

“I don’t want to see your face again tonight, you hear me?” You regret not answering him because the next hit to your face was indeed harder. It feels like you’re bleeding, but from experience you know that it’s just going to be a black eye or a red print. “You answer me when I talk to you.”

It’s hard to be in a place that has never been your home. It’s your house, that you live in, but instead of it filled with love and happiness, it’s filled with hatred and anger. You can’t deal with this any longer.

You wait until it’s dark outside and until you’re sure that your parents are asleep, when you climb out of your window with your bag. You take a last look inside your cold, empty room before deciding that you will not miss it anyway.

You take your bike from the garage as quietly as possible to go to the only place where you know you’ll be okay. Matty’s. Matty knows how your family is and being your best friend he offered you multiple times that you can stay over at anytime but of course your parents would never allow.

On their good days you lied to them and asked them if you could stay over at your friends house, female of course. That’s the only way you could spend time with Matty. It’s rarely that they allowed you, but one night at Matty’s house brought you enough joy for one month at your terrible house.

At least you don’t have to worry about his parents because he has his own place. That’s where you are right now.

Your whole body is shaking as you lean the bike against the wall, question if it was a good idea to bother Matty at this late hour.

Your cloudy thoughts and bad memories take over your physical body. It feels like they possess you. You start trembling and panting. The world feels like it's ending and collapsing. Your chest slowly brews into a tremendous amount of pain, feeling like you're having a heart attack, and you feel like you can't catch your breath. Everything seems like it's closing in on you, and you feel like you're dying.

“Oh god,” you knock on his door multiple times. You are still freaking out and panicking and every second Matty doesn't answer the door you panic even more.

‘Please just be there’

The door swings open there he is. In a superman shirt and black sweatpants. And you’re there. A crying mess with a red face and a laceration over your eyebrow, sure that there is a handprint very visible on your cheek.

“Hey, hey, love, what happened?” He asks softly, guiding you inside away from the cold, closing the door.

He knows exactly what happened so he doesn’t push it. “Fuck, darling.”

You can’t answer him right now, struggling to breathe. „here, give me this.“ He takes your bag from your hands and sets it on the floor.

"I- I- I. I can't. I can't. Matty-" you pant. You run your hands through your hair uncontrollably, and you are out of breath. You don’t know what to do. Matty then gets closer to you.

“It’s okay, baby, you’re okay, breathe.”

"I- I can't. Matty, I can't bre- breathe," you whimper, gasping for air. Matty still tries to reassure you. He knows a panic attack when he sees it. He’s too familiar with them and he knows exactly what to do.

“C’mere, it’s alright okay, m’not gonna hurt you.” Matty gently pulls you closer, his arms encircling you in a protective embrace. Your head rests against his chest, and you listen intently to the steady rhythm of his breathing, each inhale and exhale a calming lullaby. The warmth of his body seeps into yours, gradually melting the tension that has gripped you for so long.

“You’re doing perfect, alright? Just keep breathing.”

You can hear the comforting thump of his heartbeat, strong and regular, grounding you in the moment. It feels like an anchor in the storm of emotions swirling inside you. Matty’s fingers trace soothing patterns on your back, and you close your eyes, focusing on the rise and fall of his chest. The world outside seems to fade away, replaced by the gentle cadence of his heartbeat.

“No one’s gonna hurt you anymore,” he whispers, “you’re safe with me.”

You hold onto him tightly as well as grasping onto his shirt. His arms are just around you, gently swaying you from side to side. You are shaking and sobbing uncontrollably. You can’t think, you can’t breathe. You feel like you are suffocating.

“Sorry- I’m sorry,” you sob. Matty tightens your hug bringing you closer to him.

“Nah, love, don’t apologize ever.”

Minutes have gone by, and Matty is still holding onto you, not daring to let you go until you feel better. Your cries slowly start to quiet down, and your chest pain fades away. Matty hold on to you feels like no one and nothing could ever hurt you because he's there.

“That’s my girl,” Matty notices you stopped shaking, and your sobs started to die down. He stops holding you and holds your face. He gently wipes your tears with his thumbs and looks at you with his soft eyes.

“Need to take care of that, s’that alright?” He asks, his thumb brushing over your eyebrow and you hiss, feeling his touch close enough to your wound. You nod and let him guide you into the living room.

Matty guides you gently to the living room, where he sits you down on the couch. “Stay here,” he murmurs, his voice soothing, “I’ll get the first aid kit.” He disappears for a moment, leaving you to take in the warmth and safety of his home. You clutch the edge of the blanket he draped over you earlier, trying to steady your breathing.

When Matty returns, he kneels in front of you with the kit in hand. He opens it and takes out some antiseptic wipes and gauze. “This might sting a bit, love, but I’ll be gentle,” he says, his eyes filled with concern.

He carefully wipes the wound on your eyebrow, his touch feather-light. You wince slightly, but his gentle murmurs and the warmth of his presence make it more bearable. “There we go, you’re doing great,” he says softly, his fingers brushing your skin as he works. The scent of antiseptic fills the air, but it’s mingled with the comforting aroma of Matty’s home—coffee, a hint of vanilla, and something uniquely him.

As he cleans your wound, you find yourself looking into his eyes. They’re warm and kind, a safe haven amidst the chaos of your thoughts. “I know it’s been a rough night,” he whispers, his voice steady and reassuring, “but you’re safe now. I will not let them hurt you anymore.“

You nod, feeling a lump in your throat, but the urge to cry is slowly being replaced by a sense of calm. “Thank you, Matty,” you manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper. He gives you a small, comforting smile.

Matty finishes cleaning the wound and applies a small bandage. “There, all done,” he says, his hands lingering a moment longer on your skin, grounding you in his warmth. “How are you feeling now?”

You take a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. “A bit better,” you admit, “I don’t want to go back there.“

“You don’t have to, promise,” he says, his hands on yours, “stay with me, we’ll figure something out, not now though.”

He sits beside you on the couch, close but not overwhelming, his presence a quiet reassurance. “We can take it one step at a time, yeah?” he says, his hand still on yours. “D’you want to talk about it.”

You shake your head, “always the same, I’m a shit daughter and then he h-hit me.”

“Fucks sake, you are not a shit daughter, they are shit people. S’not your fault.” He puts an arm around your shoulder and you immediately lean into him, the warmth of his body seeping into your own. “You’re a good person, love, too good for any one else. Don’t listen to a word they’re saying, they’re daft if they don’t see that you’re perfect.”

You nod, feeling a flicker of belief, a tiny spark in the darkness. “Thank you, Matty,” you whisper, your voice trembling but sincere. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

He leans back slightly to look at you, his hand still resting on your shoulder. “You don’t have to thank me, love. I’m just glad I can be here for you.” His eyes search yours, concern and care etched in his features. “D’you want to watch something? Maybe take your mind off things for a bit?”

You shake your head, a small smile playing on your lips despite everything. “No, I think I just want to go to bed. Would you… could you stay with me? Just until I fall asleep?” Your voice wavers, the vulnerability in your request making your heart pound.

Matty’s expression softens even more. “Course, love. I’ll stay with you as long as you need.” He stands up, helping you to your feet, and wraps an arm around you as he guides you to the bedroom.

The room is dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm, comforting light.

“I’ll give you some clothes of mine, shirt and sweat pants alright?” You nod and sit down on the bed waiting for Matty to return.

He returns with clothes and leaves the room for you to change. When you’re done he comes back.

Matty pulls back the covers for you, and you slip into bed, the sheets cool against your skin. He sits on the edge, his hand brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“You comfortable?” he asks, his voice low and soothing. You nod, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over you. “Good. I’ll be right here.”

He lies down beside you, his presence a solid reassurance against the darkness that threatens to creep in. You snuggle into his side, his arm draped over you, holding you close. The steady rhythm of his breathing, the warmth of his body next to yours, and the gentle pressure of his hand on your back create a cocoon of safety and peace.

You’re exhausted. Sad. Angry. Every time your thoughts come back to earlier tears are threatening to fall. A tired tear slips from your eyes.

“Oh, dear, s’alright.” Matty’s voice is a gentle murmur in the dimly lit room. He reaches out, his fingers brushing the tear away. “You’re safe now, remember?”

You nod, but the emotions still churn inside you, a storm you can’t quite calm. Matty shifts closer, pulling you into his chest. His arms wrap around you in a protective embrace, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. You bury your face in his shirt, the fabric soft and comforting against your skin.

“I know it’s hard,” he whispers, his breath warm against your hair. “But you’re not alone anymore. I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

You cling to him more, “You don’t have to be strong all the time, love,” he continues. “It’s okay to let go, to let someone else take care of you for a while.”

A small sob escapes your lips, but it’s a release, a letting go of the weight you’ve been carrying alone for so long. Matty’s arms tighten around you, his touch firm and reassuring. He starts to hum a soft tune, the sound vibrating through his chest and into your body, soothing you, lulling you into a state of calm.

“Close your eyes, love,” he whispers, his voice barely more than a breath. “Let yourself rest. I’ve got you.”

You do as he says, your eyelids heavy with exhaustion. The darkness behind your eyes is no longer frightening; it’s a blanket, soft and warm, wrapping around you. Matty’s presence beside you, his arms around you, is a shield against the nightmares, a promise of safety.

“You promise you’re gonna stay?”

Matty sighs softly, “promise, it’s you and me right? Always.”

You hum, your breathing evens out, matching the steady rhythm of his.

“Sweet dreams, love, I love you.”



[starlit-hopes-and-dreams]

Chapter 2 ~ Suffering is the name of the game

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Genre: Fantasy whump

Also on ao3

CW’s: captivity, restraints, aftermath of torture, broken bones are still there, as are some more visceral descriptions of said broken bones, smth adjacent to domestic abuse except this isn't really a true relationship (she's his whore to be perfectly clear)

WC: 3242

Chapter quote:

“Who’s there?” Nykim asked.   Even with his voice hoarse from screaming, the man managed to make the question more of a demand. A threat.

In which we meet the lead lady in this lovely story :D

AN: Hey, look at that, some caretaking in the second chapter! Huh, I must be going soft or something lol

Riah

Merrick grabbed Riah’s arm in a bruising grip, half dragging her from the room where the sound of that man’s screams lingered despite him having fallen unconscious. The ache in her left hip flared into a ball of electric fire, but she swallowed her cry of pain. Merrick didn’t care. Merrick had done that to her. 

“What the fuck was that in there?��� he snarled, throwing her against the wall and nearly ripping her shoulder from the socket in the process. 

A leftover tear tracked down Riah’s cheek as her spine hit unforgiving stone. She ducked her head, allowing her hair to fall forward. The rich brown strands created a curtain, shielding her motions while she swiped it away. 

“I-I’m sorry,” she whispered. 

Stupid was what that had been in there. She hadn’t seen Merrick this angry in a while. She should leave it at that. Grovel, beg for forgiveness, say she’d do better. She knew how he could get, but… the question slipped out anyway. “I don’t understand–” 

A slap cracked across her cheek, whipping her head to the side.

“I don’t need you to understand, you useless whore. I need you to do as you’re told.” 

“Of course,” Riah said to Merrick’s boots, her face burning from more than the mark his hand had left. 

Useless whore, indeed. But why in the pits was she here then? 

At least he’d opened the lamp’s shutter when he’d hung it on the hook outside the chamber. Not that it made much difference; the space was still far too small, but it felt slightly bigger with the uncertainty of the darkness banished. Big enough that she could drag in enough air for the first time since Merrick had brought her back to check on his prisoner. 

“Listen,” Merrick said, grabbing her chin to force her to meet his steely gaze. “Go back in there and watch him. I want evidence of him using magic, you hear me?” 

He glared at her until she nodded, then went on. “Cut his shirt off and watch his back. I broke his kneecaps–he shouldn’t be able to do much more than scream or cry if he’s awake, so watch for that…” 

Mother, he wanted her to watch the man to see if he stopped moaning from the pain? Riah was momentarily distracted by her horror at the thought until she realized he was still talking.

“… but don’t get close to him while he’s awake. And for gods’ sake, stay on the stone. Even chained up and broken, that man is dangerous. Do you understand?” 

She shivered; there was no reason for her not to believe him. Nykim was one of the most feared presences in the city. In fact, Merrick liked to use the threat of gifting her to him as a warning when her behavior was out of line. 

“Yes, I do.” 

She wanted to ask how long she was expected to stay. Merrick had dragged her from bed in the wee hours of the morning, enlisting her aid to carry in what she’d thought was a dead body. He’d thought it was a dead body too, or he would’ve been more angry with her for screaming when the corpse started struggling. 

But Nykim was somehow alive, chained up behind that door, even though Merrick swore he’d stabbed the man multiple times. Dealing with him had cost Riah breakfast and probably her lunch as well at this point. Her stomach grumbled, but she wouldn’t chance asking for anything. Maybe she could slip out once Merrick was gone and grab some bread and water to bring back for her vigil. 

Merrick searched her eyes, looking for the gods’ only knew what, before he framed her face with his hands, pushing her hair back with the gesture. The pads of his fingers rubbed over the set of scars stretching from her hairline at her temples to the upper portion of her cheekbone. His mark. 

“And don’t forget who you belong to while you’re in there staring at another man,” he said softly. 

Biting her lip, Riah nodded, barely breathing. How could she forget, when he’d literally carved his ownership onto her face? How could she forget, when his hands trailed down her neck, her sides, before coming to a rest at her waist? How could she forget, when he dug his thumbs into her hip joints, making her gasp aloud at the bright spark of pain? 

The corner of his mouth tilted up because, of course, Merrick enjoyed her distress, and he increased the pressure on her left hip until tears filled her eyes once again. 

“That’s my girl.” Merrick finally released her, but Riah didn’t take a full breath until he moved away. “Go on.” 

It took effort to peel herself away from the wall, but she did so. She slipped the lamp off the hook and stepped back into that room, trying not to gag at the heavy scent of blood hanging in the air. 

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One look, and she’d had to walk straight back out. 

Merrick had turned and raised one eyebrow. Pushing past the rush of anxiety that look provoked, Riah’d told him she needed to clean Nykim’s back, or she wouldn’t be able to see to judge if he healed himself or not. 

Now, a cold sweat prickled her brow as she pressed a cloth that was no longer white to Nykim’s shoulder. She dunked it in water that was no longer clear, rung it out, and went back for another pass. 

The bleeding had slowed. Riah couldn’t say if that was a good thing or not. Couldn’t say if her stomach churned more from the crimson-soaked fabric in her hands or the clearly visible ruin of this man’s back. 

At least she’d gotten used to the thick tang of copper on the back of her tongue. It wasn’t all that different from when she had bitten the inside of her cheek bloody the last time Merrick had used the belt on her. Her back twinged at the reminder, even though it’d been months since she’d pissed him off that badly. 

Those bruises had been nothing in comparison.   

Nykim’s body shuddered when she pressed the cloth to a lash wound that was still sluggishly bleeding, and Riah flinched, her heart jumping into her throat. It wasn’t the first time he’d done that, even unconscious, but it scared her almost senseless each time. 

Her eyes flicked up, ensuring the chains were still stretched tight, holding his arms out to his sides. Even if he woke, he couldn’t hit her, she reminded herself. Or kick her–kneeling on broken kneecaps would ensure that. She supposed he could headbutt her, though, so she made sure to stay out of range in case he roused. 

And she stayed on the stone. No matter that it hurt her knees and aggravated her hip. 

But when she removed the cloth again, she decided that his back was as good as it was going to get. No point staying there, making herself suffer for a man who would only laugh at her pain. A man with a reputation worse than Merrick’s. Gods. 

Biting back a whimper, she rose, gathered her supplies, and limped over to the table at the side of the room. Her eyes slid off the cruel devices of torture littering its surface, including the barbed whip laying in a puddle of coagulated blood, which she placed the washing bowl in front of to hide. 

With nothing else to do, Riah sacrificed some of her clean drinking water to get the blood off her hands and pulled out the stuffed bun she’d swiped from the pocket of her gown. Hunger gnawed at her stomach, but she only took a small bite, chewing carefully before she swallowed. 

The spices in the savory center were probably good, but she couldn’t taste them, not while she was in that room, staring at a back that resembled nothing more than a slab of sloppily butchered meat. 

Half the bun was all she could tolerate, so she wrapped it back up. Shifting from foot to foot was no longer a viable option, her hip all but screaming at her, but what if–oh, screw it. If Merrick returned and found issue with her sitting on the ground, she’d deal with it then. 

She’d rather suffer later than suffer more now. 

Of course, after what felt like hours of sitting on a stone slab watching an unconscious man do nothing more than breathe and occasionally moan, Riah was forced to revise her opinion. Her life was measured in degrees of suffering, and it always would be. 

The degree was rather high right then. Walking back to her quarters was going to be a nightmare. And if Merrick wanted her tonight… the thought brought tears to her eyes. She wouldn’t be able to get out of bed the next day.  

There was nothing she could do about that now, though. Riah decided that maybe moving, miserable as it would be, might serve her better than sitting on hard stone that leached away her body heat. 

Unfortunately, halfway to her feet, one of Nykim’s semi-conscious moans turned into a barrage of curses so colorful that her ears burned. Riah’s foot slipped, and she fell, yelping as her hip hit unyielding stone. 

“Who’s there?” Nykim asked.  

Even with his voice hoarse from screaming, the man managed to make the question more of a demand. A threat. 

Riah froze, her heart thrumming. A quick look at his back revealed no change to its sorry state. She wasn’t sure about the knees, not without touching them, and she’d rather be thrown in the sea of flames than do that now. But why… how could he even speak? 

“There’s… light,” he said, subtly gasping for air between the words. “Are you… the shadow woman?” He tried to turn his head to look but gave up rather quickly, biting back another curse. 

Riah didn’t move. Couldn’t move. 

“Little shadow…” the thief master taunted. 

Bone crunched as the man shifted, and Riah almost threw up her meager meal from earlier. Guess that answered her question about his knees. 

Or–her eyes focused on the obvious deformity of his forearms–maybe it had been those bones shifting. Her stomach churned again, so she looked at the ground, swallowing convulsively. 

“Why are. You here. Little shadow?”  

He couldn’t hurt her he couldn’t hurt her he couldn’t 

“Your breathing sounds… worse. Than mine,” Nykim remarked drily. 

Gods, and what did that say about her? She opened her mouth, intending to say what, she didn’t know. Anything other than what actually came out–

“How are you alive?” Riah cringed, curling in on herself, halfway expecting a blow… from a restrained man. Mother help her. 

That man released a disappointed-sounding sigh. “If you don’t know. Rather not say. Would have to kill you… too, then.” 

She clapped a hand to her mouth, too late to completely stifle her gasp. Impossibly, her heart beat even faster, black flecks dancing in front of her eyes.  

“Fuuuuck,” Nykim groaned, so softly Riah almost missed it under the sound of her throbbing pulse. 

Ironically, the expression of pain soothed the edge of her panic, loosening the tightness in her chest. It reminded her that despite his terrifying reputation, he was still just a man, beaten and bloodied and broken, at the mercy of Merrick, of all people. Perhaps he even deserved this treatment. 

Either way, she wanted to see his face. Wanted to see what expression such a man would wear, brought so low.  

It took her too long. Too long to stand. Too long to work up the nerve to duck under the chain, making sure to only step on the blocks of stone. Too long to raise her head. She probably resembled nothing more than a frightened prey animal. 

Annoyed with herself, Riah set her jaw and forced herself to look. 

Light brown hair–or dark blond, could be either, truly–collected in a braid that fell over his shoulder, the tip of which was flecked with crimson droplets. Several loose strands, soaked with sweat, surrounded a face that reminded her of a fox’s, all sharp edges and angles.

For a moment, she thought his eyes were green. Then he blinked, long dark lashes fanning across high cheekbones before rising once more to reveal pale gray irises. Or were they blue? Blue-gray? She tilted her head, unable to decide and equally unable to stop staring. 

“Hmm, not so little, are you, Shadow?” 

She ripped her gaze free at that, blushing furiously as she took an involuntary step back, only to slam into the brick wall. A hiss escaped her clenched teeth, and she ducked her head, allowing her hair to fall forward. 

That didn’t help. Riah hadn’t considered that removing the prisoner’s shirt would leave his chest bare, just that she needed access to his back. 

Now, she was confronted with a smooth expanse of sculpted, tanned skin littered with thin white scar lines and dusted with golden hair. Hair that trailed lightly through defined abdominals, leading down–her gaze snapped back up to his face, her chin lifting even as her cheeks continued to burn.  

Lips that looked far too soft for a man like him tilted up at the corner, little crinkles appearing around those enigmatic eyes as he… laughed at her? 

She scowled. He was supposed to be cowed, in unimaginable pain, unable to do much besides cry and moan, or perhaps beg for mercy. Not poke fun at her too-tall-for-a-proper-woman height or too-thick-for-a-woman-without-children waist. 

The man huffed, disturbing a few of those loose tendrils of hair, which now curled enticingly around–and she was going to stop herself right there. Gods, he had no right to be this attractive. Or to look so self-satisfied. 

“Like what… you see?” 

“Yes,” she snapped, “I like seeing horrible people like you in the position you’re currently in.” 

The smirk didn’t fall from his face, but the laughter left his eyes. “Yes, of course. I deserve–” 

Something shifted in his arm, something that made that awful bone-on-bone sound she was so familiar with from her hip, and he cut off, pursing his lips as his face lost all color. 

It wasn’t until then that she noticed the other signs of pain she’d conveniently missed before. The tension in his thighs, evident through the tight black material of his pants. The way his chest rose and fell a bit too fast. The barely visible sheen of sweat coating his skin. 

This man was in agony, but instead of moaning or screaming or even demanding she help him, he was sitting there on shattered knees, hanging from broken arms, conversing with her. Oh, and couldn’t forget his shredded back. 

Gods, she was a terrible person. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t. I didn’t mean that.”  

“Yeah, you did,” Nykim panted. “Which–fuck–which is curious, considering the… shit company you keep.” 

Riah winced. 

“Don’t suppose… you could loosen the chains?” He didn’t look at her, like he already knew the answer. 

She didn’t bother to respond. 

“Yeah, okay. It’s okay.” 

The most notorious pack master in the city, one rumored to skin people alive and keep their bones as ornaments in his home, was reassuring her? It was an act. It had to be an act. 

But Riah wasn’t made of stone. She couldn’t do anything about his position; Merrick would notice for sure. But maybe she could… 

Her breath punched out of her at the current of pain shooting down her leg when she pushed away from the wall. Hopefully, he wouldn’t notice the hitch in her gait as she ducked under his chains; it probably wouldn’t be wise to let him know she had any weaknesses, even if he was restrained.   

He looked surprised when she returned with her cup of water, and downright shocked when she awkwardly pressed it to his lips from where she stood on the stone. Had she been any smaller, she wouldn’t have been able to bridge the gap at all. 

Riah allowed him to gulp down half the cup before pulling it away. “Do you… want something to eat?” 

Prisoners still needed fed and watered, right? She didn’t really know–Merrick didn’t normally involve her in pack business, not in this way. 

Setting the cup aside, she pulled out the other half of the bun she’d been unable to eat earlier, peeling back the wrapping to show it to him. 

“I ate some already, but if you don’t care about that, you can have the rest…” 

There was a certain calculating way he eyed the food, but when Nykim nodded, she reached out, offering it to him. What could he possibly do, anyway? 

His teeth flashed as he bit into the bun, so awfully close to her fingers that some ideas occurred to her after all. 

Reflexively, she snatched her hand back, trembling. Stupid, she was so stupid, offering to hand-feed this man. He could bite her fingers off and not even bat an eye while doing it. 

Resignation flashed in Nykim’s eyes, there and then gone. His eyelids fluttered closed as he chewed and swallowed, the pink tip of his fox tongue darting out to capture a stray crumb. 

“Thanks,” he whispered, letting his chin drop to his chest.

Gods, he looked so tired. Riah stared at him, trying to figure him out. His reputation wasn’t exactly matching up to the man in front of her. Maybe it was situational, but all he had done was tease her when he could’ve been demanding, demeaning, or downright cruel.  

He might be the world’s best con man, but her heart twinged nonetheless. Watching people suffer had never been her favorite pastime. And it would be unfair if she offered food only to take it away after one bite.   

Still, it took her several moments to calm her racing heart and gather the courage to try again. 

“You–I, um.” Riah bit her lip when he raised his head once more. Mother, his gaze was intense. “Here.” She thrust out the crumbling remains of the bun. “Don’t bite me? Please?” 

One eyebrow raised, Nykim slowly took another bite, watching her face the entire time. When she didn’t pull away again, he made short–but careful–work of the rest. The only contact made with her person was his lips brushing her fingertips when he took the last morsel. 

She snatched them back as if burned, then quickly bent to retrieve the water cup to hide her smile at the mischief she’d read in his eyes. 

Too charismatic, this one. Which was a danger all on its own, one she knew all too well. 

Still, she found herself frowning as she traced the lines of tension creasing his brow while she helped him drink. She still couldn’t imagine how he was functioning, but the proof of pain was undeniably written on his face and in the way he held his body. 

There was no evidence of magic use that she could determine. Merrick probably wouldn’t be happy about that. 

The squeal of the hinges on the door nearly stopped Riah’s heart, and she snatched the cup from Nykim’s lips, hiding it behind her back as she stumbled away from the prisoner.    

Merrick’s eyes burned into her from over Nykim’s shoulder, never leaving her as he stalked toward the unshuttered lamp on the table.  

Forget the magic. He wasn’t happy with her. 

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[moirindeclermont]

Welcome, welcome Bridgerton folks!

It's time for the third episode of "The Captain and The Spy", aka Captain Colin Bridgerton, Pirate and an agent of the Queen herself, forced to marry the recently discovered Lady Whistledown - who must act as a spy for the Queen to have her crimes forgiven.

(Today a bit early but I'm going to the cinema after this... My brother convinced me to give Solo Leveling a chance)

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Several days pass and Pen do not know what to think, to be honest. Everyone on the ship is very kind - she did not expect this but the cook told her that Captain Colin did not tollerate disrespect towards women, elders and children... As if she had to find one more reason to like him.

He was gorgeous and a mind to match her in way she never expected to find.

She knew she was being seduced by him, but day after day her resistances and reticences were being shredded by Colin.

As far as she knew she was the only one allowed to call him Colin ("a courtesy to my wife" he said about it and her knees almost gave out).

The thing that really confused her was that Colin was telling her things. He was confiding in her, like he would do with a wife (even knowing she had to report back to the Queen).

Ever more confusing was that he listened to her tale about lady Whistledown and to her surprise, she didn't lie.

He was an attentive listener and asked her deep questions about her motivation and what she wanted to know after the Queen forgave her (the fact he also believed the Queen would forgive her was bonkers).

They passed daya and then weeks, just talking. Colin sometimes looked at her with a look in his eyes that told her he wanted to kiss her (or more) but he didn't follow through.

Until everything changed.

They were near the coast of France when she heard him telling everyone to be ready, and the moment after he was near her, taking her hand. "You stay in your apartment, I'll tell you when it's safe to come out," and he was very serious about it, so serious that she didn't question it.

He accompanied her and she realized in that moment he might fight... Or worse.

Colin, in the middle of barking order left and right, noticed her being suddenly nervous.

They were now on the entrance of her apartment. "What is it, Pen?" (He started to call her like that, and everytime she smiled like an idiot at the nickname, but this time she was too worried)

"I've just realized how dangerous your life is..."

He smiled "you want to go back?"

"I'm worried for you, dummie!"

She told him, surprising even herself.

He looked at her dumbfounded!

And then she heard him murmuring "Screw this" and the moment after she was pick up, the hard wood of the door on her back, as Colin stopped literally on her lips. "Tell me you don't want this..."

Pen gulped, looked at him and shook her head. "I want this.." she said instead and Colin moaned before closing the almost inexistent gap between them.

When she imagine her first kiss, it was something sweet and tender, a trembling contact.

Instead... This was fire and passion.

Colin took possession of her lips and didn't hold back. She was being devoured and the only thing she could do was trying to devour him back.

She didn't know that kisses could be so messy but there wasn't time. She could hear the first clash of swords and Colin, reluctantly, put her down.

"Thank you love. Now, I know we can win. And after, I'll come back here and reprise this conversation."

And with that he give her another light peck on her lips, before going and closing the door behind him.

She traced her lips with her fingers, hoping she would see him again. "Not now," she prayed, "don't you dare, God, to take him away from him now that I love him".

The thought come unbidden but it made total sense. She was in love with a Pirate. It was going to be a wild ride indeed.

Tbc

[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 15 - The first fight

Summary: Kirishima goes over to Katsuki’s to see how’s Y/N doing. He sees… uhm… things.

Y/N and Katsuki slowly move in together but they can’t stop fighting about Y/N’s hero work so Mr. Third Wheel Kirishima decides to kick some sense into the two.

Warnings: Swear words, mentions of doing the cheeky, but no details or anything! 5 seconds of angst. 😂

First Chapter Master List

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Kirishima didn’t mean to pry.

He just wanted to see how Y/N’s appointment went, that’s all.

Why didn’t he knock, you ask? He has a spare key, duh. Why would he, anyway? Katsuki is his best bro, he doesn’t need to knock on Katsuki’s door.

Well… he absolutely hates himself right now for even coming over.

Why, you ask?

Oh well, you have a shit load of questions, don’t you?!

Just let him finish his fucking story, goddamnit!

So Eijirou went in with his spare key. He went in and sat down on the sofa with his laptop; it was paperwork day so he could absolutely wait around for the two to come back from their appointment and Katsuki’s sofa is really comfortable so at least his back won’t be aching tomorrow from all the crouching. He was full on focused on his work when the two fumbled in through the door; he was about to say hi and ask how it went when his best bro threw the poor girl into the wall and shoved his tongue right into her mouth, right in front of Kirishima’s face. He wasn’t sure if he was turned on by that or rather disgusted, probably something between the two. He prayed for the gods that they don’t decide to do more right by the entrance, but the gods did not listen to Kirishima’s pleads; he tried not to look, he tried, he swears, but he couldn’t miss the way Katsuki looked at Y/N with eyes dark like … the forest? The empty space in Kirishima’s skull? Fuck, he’s not a poet, leave him the fuck alone.

“Bedroom. Now.” Katsuki muttered, both of his hands on Y/N’s peachy bottoms; Kirishima must say it was quite hot how his best bro just took the girl into his arms like she weights nothing and maneuvered through his flat with his tongue still down the poor gal’s throat.

After the bedroom door has closed, Kirishima stayed in one place, which wasn’t the brightest idea of them all; he heard things he never wanted to hear, tiny whimpers and moans, mostly Y/N and when a really loud moan left her mouth, that’s when Kirishima decided the two are probably too invested in each other to care if the door opens now so he made his way out the flat, silent like a fucking ninja and lonely like the that smelly dude on the train he tried to entertain the other day but apparently, being alone is better than to listen to Kirishima’s shitty jokes.

Kirishima has no idea how he will look into his best bro’s eyes tomorrow after knowing how his horny face looks like.

There are a lot things bros can know about each other, but he’s quite sure this isn’t one of those things.

Kirishima will definitely not sleep tonight. Hell, he will never even blink for too long.

“Are you okay, boss?” His teammate had asked him when he came back into his agency with his face white as a sheet.

“No. I’ve seen something I can never unsee.” He muttered under his nose, not even looking up.

“Did you go to use the toilet when the new lizard guy did? That happened to me too and that was indeed terrifying. I did ask him about it, though and he can retract the spikes in case he wants to… get frisky so it doesn’t hurt the other person…”

“Oh my god, shut up!” Kirishima yelled, absolutely disgusted, for real this time.

You know what, seeing his best bro manhandling his girlfriend is probably not that bad as whatever this guy is talking about it.

Kirishima will be fine… eventually.

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This is just another day for Mr. Katsuki. The sun shines through the slits of his brand new, super expensive curtains, Steven is already wide awake at the humble hour of 6AM, aggressively knocking on his balcony door to get fed, even though Katsuki put a fucking automatic bird feeder right next to his ridiculously expensive bird house and there is a nice warmth coming from his left side but it’s fucking cold on the other.

Steven is really fucking annoying today and he really doesn’t like the cold but nothing in the whole fucking universe can fuck up Katsuki’s good mood today.

Why, you ask?

Because Bakugou Katsuki has finally got laid. And it was really fucking awesome.

It was weirdly awkward sometimes but at the same time it was really… cosy? He is really bad at explaining feelings and shit so don’t ask him questions but while his first time was absolutely not how he expected it to be; he fumbled a lot then he cried like an idiot after the action; but somehow, even with all the weird pauses it was… it was better than he expected it to be. So much better. Oh my, Mr. Bakugou Katsuki can’t wait to try all the possible poses in the near future - ahh, there is a book about it, right? Katsuki needs to get that and start to study.

Okay, Mr. Bakugou Katsuki needs to stop thinking about cheeky things right before work.

Why, you ask?

Well, fucking guess.

“Hm…” Katsuki’s woman grumbles, still attached to his half-dead arm. Oh, that bloody woman, how much he fucking loves her ugly little scrunched face when she wakes up. Fuck’s sake. “You need some help with that?” The menace bites into his ear and Katsuki can barely stop himself from moaning out loud. He got more sensitive, isn’t he? Is this a normal thing?

“We need to be in the office in an hour.” Katsuki murmurs begrudgingly, but he pulls Y/N closer anyway, because he can’t fucking stop himself.

“Challenge accepted…” She kisses down his neck and Katsuki’s little friend comes alive once more.

Mr. Bakugou Katsuki only just woke up but he already managed to try out a new pose, just how he wanted.

This isn’t just another day. No.

This is… the best day of Katsuki’s life.

~•💥•~

When Katsuki and his woman arrives at the agency, Shitty hair is nowhere to be seen.

This is certainly odd; Eijirou is usually the first one to arrive, ready with everyone’s coffee because there is sunshine coming out of his ass even at 7 in the morning; but instead of his best friend, his eyes are met with all the extras looking at them two like they both grew a second head which is impossible in his case and quite possible in Y/N’s. Katsuki looks at his woman and the badly covered bite mark on her neck; he did that and he’s proud and also, she only has one head. Thank fucking god for that.

“The fuck are you staring for, extras?!” Katsuki yells because he’s a good boss who wants to know if the extras are bothered by something - no, he doesn’t really fucking care nor he wants to solve the problem, that’s what shitty hair is for but he can listen. For five seconds, max, but still… he can.

“Uhm… you two came in through the hallway at the same time. I was just wondering…” One really fucking brave bitch decides to speak up for the team - her name? Katsuki has zero clue but she’s quite helpful with the paperwork.

“Can you not finish your sentence, thrift store Avril Lavigne? Do you not have the balls or what?!” Katsuki challenges the chick and hell, he really hopes the chick takes it as that and not as workplace abuse because the last thing Katsuki needs in his life right now is an hour in the HR office.

“Did you guys have a one night stand or something?” Thrift Store Avril comes forward with her hand on her chest, probably to make sure her heart doesn’t jump out of it from how terrified she is right now. Katsuki sees red.

“Did you just call my woman a whore?”

“Katsuki, calm down…” Y/N stands between them to save the poor girl’s life, but Katsuki is not having it. The whole office gawks at the sound of his first name. What the fuck, did they not know his name before?! “She didn’t mean it like that…”

“Be disrespectful to her again and I’ll fire your ass and send you to the moon, I’ll blast you up through your asshole…”

“Babe!” Y/N downright laughs in the blond’s face but instead of getting angry all he can do is to remember how Y/N giggled in the morning while she slowly moved on top of him and… “I’m sorry, Akari and everyone. You’ll see me coming out of Katsuki’s apartment quite a lot because…”

“Because she will fucking live there. From today. Yeah.” Katsuki barges into Y/N’s sentence with zero remorse. “Take that, you lonely bitches, I have a serious relationship and I fucking love this woman and I ain’t ashamed of it anymore.” Instead of the sounds of terror he can only hear a bunch of “awwwwww”, which makes no sense but whatever. “Now let us fucking go and mind your own business. Also, find fucking Kirishima. I can’t be bothered.” He barely finishes the sentence before the door slams behind him. “Fucking nosy extras…”

“I love you too, Kats.” Y/N kisses him on the lips once they’re behind close doors. Fuck, Katsuki loves his life.

It’s really hard to start the day with Y/N’s tongue down his throat but Katsuki manages to get the office ready by the time his useless partner/best friend barges into his office. He looks disheveled and out of breath so maybe… maybe he got into a fight on his way to the office?! It wouldn’t be the first time to be fair nor the last. There are no scars or blood visible on his skin which is also quite normal as the guy is literally indestructible. The only clue Katsuki has about Kirishima’s lateness is the TWELVE FUCKING COFFEES in his hand, 6 in each, in a little plastic holder with red handles.

“What the actual….” One of the handles break in Kirishima’s stressed grasp and all six of the coffees end up on the floor. On Katsuki’s. Fucking. Floor. “Fuck.”

“Katsuki. I’m in love.” Kirishima falls to the floor dramatically, not even saying sorry for the mess he just made. Katsuki… again… sees red. And no, he doesn’t see Kirishima. I mean he does, obviously, it’s quite hard to miss his fucking obnoxious hair but… what he means is that he gets… angry. I know. A shocker.

“And what does the twelve fucking coffees spilled on my floor have to do with that?!”

“Six spilled coffees. Uhm… six and a half. Eight.” Eijirou babbles, clearly ready to die. “She made them, Katsuki. They taste like honey, like happiness. Like unicorns and candy clouds, like Crimson Riot��s sweat and tears, Katsuki she’s so beautiful and so sweet and kinda rude but like, I really like that? She could kick my butt and I’d say thank you…”

“You are fucking dead, Shitty Hair.” Katsuki takes one step, then another and Kirishima falls out of the window, the glass shattering all over as his heavy, hardened body flies towards the parking space. As Katsuki stares after his best friend he can’t help but notice someone inside the staff area of the freshly opened coffee shop, a red haired woman, laughing her ass off as Kirishima finally lands on the now broken concrete, flat like a pancake.

“Call the window people. We also need someone to fix the concrete.” Katsuki mutters, back to work mode as he quickly grabs his handy little car vacuum sitting in his drawer to clean his chair from the glass shards.

“Roger that, boss.” Y/N grins, phone already by her ears.

No one even asks a single question. Not the team, not the repair people. This is how normal it is in this agency to break shit.

Katsuki loves his agency. So fucking much.

~•💥•~

The next few days are probably the best days of your life; you two don’t talk about moving together anymore but you never get to go home or even if you do, Katsuki comes with you and packs random stuff into your suitcase you don’t even need so even without him saying it, you know he was serious about moving in together. You should probably sit down and talk about it, make sure this is what you both want but at the same time, it just feels so… right, to slowly move your life into his home, fill the wardrobe until it’s nice, full and lived in… without words, the decision was made and you are sure that by the time your lease expires, there will be nothing in your flat anyway.

Sharing a life with Katsuki is surprisingly easy.

There is no reason for you to talk about responsibilities around the house; Katsuki loves to cook and you don’t mind doing the dishes, Katsuki enjoys hanging the wet clothes on the drying rack for some reason so you automatically do the washing, knowing the hard work will be shared so there is no frustration in the air about one doing too much or too less.

The only silly thing about Katsuki is his obsession with having all his spices in alphabetical order and his clothes color-coordinated but Katsuki is a great partner so instead of forcing you to do it his way he just asks you to let him do his own thing so he “won’t have a meltdown.” It doesn’t mean you don’t try your best to remember these small things in case you ever need to do it for him, but… it’s a nice thought. Bakugou Katsuki is really fucking nice in his own fucked up way.

There is one thing that you can’t help but fight about and it’s constant; it’s your hero work.

“It has only been two fucking weeks, woman, chill the fuck out! We are training every fucking day.” Katsuki yells, exasperated for needing to say the same thing over and over. “You can’t just jump back into the battlefield like you haven’t been away for years. I know you are fucking frustrated, I hated every single minute of my life after the Big War, I felt fucking useless for not being able to help while my old classmates who didn’t get fucked up were getting all the recognition while I was rotting on my couch for a month.”

“One month Katsuki!” You yell back. “I’ve been rotting away for a whole fucking year, even more than that! I’m not asking you to let me beat up the biggest gang in Japan, I just want to help with smaller cases! You are being unprofessional! Even the small fries are out on the streets, patrolling yet here I am, kicking your fucking ass every day yet I can’t even go out on the street to stop an unarmed, quirkless thief!” You yell back with tears in your eyes.

“Uhm, sorry to interrupt but Y/N is right. She should be able to help out with smaller cases, I would even dare to say she’s more than capable to be on the sidelines when it comes to the bigger ones, like the one we are getting ready for right now…” Kirishima mumbles into the space, feeling extremely awkward to speak up; even though you are all in Katsuki’s office it does feel like a lover’s quarrel and not like a hero talking to her boss about getting a promotion.

“Since when are you here?!” Katsuki yells, even more exasperated.

“Since the beginning, Katsuki.” Eijirou sighs, clearly done with his life. “I’ve been here for an hour. You saw me come in. You even rolled your eyes to say hi.”

“I fucking did not.” Katsuki mutters with a red face.

“So what the fuck do you want me to do to prove I’m more than capable to kick an ass?! Should I write an assay? Should I swear loyalty to you like a fucking knight?! Katsuki, even Kirishima says I should be able to go back! You are not acting as my boss but as my boyfriend right now and while I’m really happy you worry about me, I’m dying here! You are suffocating me!” You yell with tears in your eyes. You hate this. So fucking much. You hate the look Katsuki gives you, the worry in his eyes, the terrified frown on his face as you finish your last sentence.

“Oi, oi, oi, both of you, SHUT UP!” Kirishima yells, for the first time since you’ve started working here. Kirishima can be really scary when he’s mad, by the way. You are actually about to shit your pants as you look at him. “Katsuki, she doesn’t mean YOU. She means this situation. She’s not breaking up with you!”

“Yeah, definitely not. I love you, idiot.” You mutter with a red face, avoiding eye contact with everyone. Kirishima nods at that. Katsuki looks like he’s about to cry from the relief.

“Also, I have an idea.” He continues with determination. “If Y/N is able to keep up with Number One Hero in a fight, will you let her join us on our next mission?” Kirishima has lost his mind, but also, he’s kind of a genius. “Deku has several quirks himself. It will be a fair fight. I’m not saying you are not good enough but Y/N already knows your fighting style. She also knows mine. Deku plus Todoroki would be a brand new challenge for her. Those two are a terrible pair to fight against. If she can win against them or even just bare with the two for a long time she’s more than capable to join our main team. Not the small fries, the main.”

“If I lose I’ll join the small fries for however long you want me to. But if I win… I’ll fight by your side.” You look at Kirishima with nothing but wonder in your eyes; you didn’t realize how amazing he is at compromising. Now it makes so much sense how he ended up being Katsuki’s best friend.

“Fuck. Fuck!” Katsuki yells, frustrated. “Okay. Fucking… okay.” He finally sits down, defeated. You can’t help but go over to him, put your arms around his small middle and give him a kiss on his temple.

“Thank you. I won’t disappoint.”

“I know, that’s the problem.” He mutters with nothing, but worry in his beautiful crimson eyes.

“I love you too.” You snicker, the love pouring out of your heart as you stare at your amazing, caring boyfriend. “We’ll be the hottest hero couple of the history.”

Katsuki pulls you into his lap as you say that; he embraces you so tightly you can barely breathe but the movement is so full of affection and love you have no heart to tell him.

“Okay, I’m leaving before I see something I don’t want to see.” Kirishima leaves you two alone before you can say bye. You need to tell him how amazing he is before your shift ends.

“I fucking hate this, Y/N.” Katsuki admits with his face hidden in your chest. “I don’t want to see you get hurt. I know that’s the shitty boyfriend talking, I know it’s wrong but fuck, I don’t want to loose you.” Katsuki mutters, clearly shocked by the sudden change.

“You won’t. You know why?” You smile at him, your fingers raking through his soft hair. “Because I have someone to fight for, I have a beautiful boyfriend to come home to. I have a family. You are my family.” You leave another kiss on his temple, really close to crying.

“Stop making me feel all mushy and sensitive, I hate it.” Katsuki sniffles, pulling you even closer. Oh, how much you fucking love this man. Fuck’s sake.

“But think about how sexy it will be when I kick your old rival’s ass for you. Think about going home after that and…” you whisper into his ear suggestively, not even sorry for the shudder that goes down the blond’s spine from the action.

“When is your break?” Katsuki mutters with heat in his voice.

“In an hour. But my boss wouldn’t mind if I would take it a bit sooner, would he?”

Katsuki doesn’t answer; he just takes you into his arms and carries you towards the office door with pure determination then kicks his front door open only a few seconds after.

Needless to say, your break was really… uhm… satisfying.

The impromptu lunch was good, too.

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Bro I love these two so much but I also like how sometimes they still need Kirishima to be able to sort their shit out because they are both too stubborn to compromise 😂

- The Kirishima coffee bit is actually a part of the new Kirishima series I’ll start posting once this one ends! We will see how he ended up with 12 coffees in Chapter 1!

- If I don’t deviate from my original plans this story ends after the fight then there will be an extra story (I don’t want to spoil it but it’s connected to something that happened in season 1 and it will be fucking hilarious! Tell me your guesses! :D)

- The next chapter might be a little late thanks to the Christmas rush in retail + I’m terrible with writing fights so GIVE ME SOME TIME 😂

- Tell me how your thoughts! 💜 cheers x x x

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TL: @sixxze @iwannahaveaprettyaesthetic @hanatsuki-hime @cloroxisadelectabletreat @cheesenmax @coffeent @smolsleepybat @therealpotatobish @qardasngan @canarystwin @unofficialmuilover @nanamomo1 @mikestuffffs @p4ndawrites @yao-ai

[manganyeh]

Kurayami Relationships

Canon

Nahida: While I still had value as a pawn, she might have had other reasons to keep me alive. It's certainly possible that it was because she's wise or benevolent, or happened to see a hint of loneliness within me... You think I'm trying to think the worst of her? Hah, did you really expect anything else? In case you've forgotten, I'm no saint. (adopted mother and son)

nahida i write with: @windsproutwaves

Raiden Shogun/Ei: She completely neglected her own creation, and to add insult to injury, she said it was because she "couldn't bring herself to intervene" in my fate... (former family no longer in connection)

raiden shogun i write with: @eternal-transcendance

Tsarita: Everyone praises her for her kindness and benevolence, but they forget that love is also a form of sin. What if she's just trying to compensate for something? (tensions)

tsarita i write with: @theonlytsaritsa

Pierro: The Jester is a survivor of Khaenri'ah. Besides that singular fact, I know very little about him, and never had any kind of close association with him. He seems to want something from me, though. In the past, he assigned to me many important tasks, including a number of trips to the Abyss. (tensions)

pierro i write with: @jester-of-the-gods

Capitano:  "The ever-righteous Captain," "the brave and fearless Captain," "the nigh-invincible Captain"... Even my mechanical ears demand maintenance after listening to so many compliments from the members of the Fatui. Don't you think that possessing absolute righteousness is actually a latent danger? And that's without taking his great personal strength into account. (tensions)

capitano i write with: @swcrdmastery

Dottore:  It's a pity that Lesser Lord Kusanali already forced him to erase so many of his segments. The joy I would have derived from slicing them apart one by one... (hate and abused by dottore)

dottore i write with: @dottore-official

Columbina: Let me ask: what should you do if you were to encounter a "damsel" who is oblivious and innocent at any given time, and unconcerned and unfeeling in any given situation? If it were me, I could at least challenge her to a fight. But if it were you... with your conscience, I would stay away from her. (tensions)

columbina i write with: none

Arlecchino:  A wolf in sheep's clothing. To exert a higher level of control over people, she puts on a graceful and cordial front. Most of those who have seen her true, crazy self... have gone poof (tensions)

arlecchino i write with: none

Punchiella: Only someone as dense as Childe would think The Rooster is looking after him and his family out of the goodness of his heart. Although the mayor has indeed done a number of things for their benefit, anyone with a brain would be able to tell that the underlying meaning is "your entire family is in my hands." (tensions)

punchiella i write with: none

Sandrone:  She has a terrible personality and cares for nothing outside of her own research. But even with that amount of dedication, she still produced a copious amount of garbage, and could only secure a ranking that's still one whole place beneath my own. How pitiful. (tensions)

sandrone i write with: none

Pantalone: Oh, the ninth-ranked guy. He's obsessed with the idea of "fair exchange," to the point of wanting to overthrow the natural imbalance between gods and humans. But, I guess it's just how ordinary mortals are like — it's easy for them to come up with pointless delusions. Honestly, it's nothing worth writing home about, just like how there's also nothing impressive about his abilities or choice of partner. Hmph. Anyone who chooses to work closely with The Doctor is sure to meet a nasty end. (tensions)

pantalone i write with: @regrator-pantalone

Childe: He's simple of mind and not that strong of body. Naming him to the lowest-ranked seat lowered the Harbingers' collective prestige. Thankfully, I'm no longer part of that group. (tensions but childe thinks their friends)

childe i write with: @snezhnayain-carrot-top

Yae Miko: A smooth-talking youkai. Though she pretends to care about humans to gain the favor of her god, all she seeks are entertaining ways to pass her time (tensions)

yae miko i write with: @narukami-kitsune and @capravulpes

Kazuha: You speak of the descendant of the Kaedehara clan? Then isn't he... Wait, he also possesses an Anemo Vision? ...And even managed to take on the Raiden Shogun's Musou no Hitotachi? Hehe... Ahahahaha! (respect)

kazuha i write with: @intoendlessdreams

Sethos: What makes you think I know him? The fact that he's always following me around and asking for a closer look at my hat? We've barely spoken before. The first time we met, he came up and asked me if I was Hat Guy... Last time I checked, judging someone by their appearance is superficial. Hmph, somehow, everyone knows the name "Hat Guy" now... (tensions)

sethos i write with: none

Kachina: Kachina… her sweet smile is too sweet for me but I find myself wanting to make sure she is safe I always come to Natlan only to see her. I want to stay in Natlan just to keep her safe (found family)

kachina i write with: @nanatzcayan-young-braveheart

Ocs

Aira: … how did you know she was with me! SHUT UP AND LEAVE (in love)

aira written by: @sunsettia-sky

more to be added!

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello! I saw that you're reopening requests, so here's mine!

Since father's day is around the corner can I request a god x reader where their kids surprise their father with gifts and goodies for fathers day? (Hades, Thor, and Buddha) I just imagine Buddha being gifted a gift basket of his favorite snacks and homemade sweets from his beloved and kids. Thank you!

-He woke as soon as you stirred, his arms pulling you to him, to hug you close which made you hum quietly in content, snuggling with your husband for a few minutes.

-When you pulled back, you pecked his forehead gently, “Stay in bed and don’t get up. Pretend you’re still asleep.” He was confused by your command, but did as you asked, after pulling in for a proper kiss.

-He heard his children moments later, twins, a boy and a girl, giggling as they ran down the hall to the kitchen, hearing your light footsteps behind them, it sounded almost like they were plotting something.

-Smells of his favorite breakfast filled his nose and he inhaled deeply, a smile appearing on his lips as he heard the three of you puttering around in the kitchen, his children helping you cook.

-He heard the footsteps coming to the bedroom and pretended to be asleep before the door opened and he heard two little voices, “Daddy-daddy!!”

-He rolled over, gathering them into his arms, hugging them close as you walked in, carrying a breakfast tray for breakfast in bed as they beamed up at him, “Happy Father’s Day!”

-Hades- He paused for a moment before looking at the calendar, realizing it was indeed Father’s Day and he pecked them both on their cheeks, “Thank you my loves.” Your daughter was holding a card that she and her brother made themselves, looking pretty good for a pair of four-year-olds, while your son held a gift box. Hades smiled warmly, seeing a brand new pen before he attacked his children with kisses, making you giggle as you set the tray down on the nightstand before your daughter turned, “You have a present too, right mommy?” you smiled and pulled out what looked to be another pen gift box and Hades was confused before he opened the box, his eyes going huge, seeing a positive pregnancy test. He looked at you, eyes wide before he was blinded by a camera flash, your son getting the photo of the moment. Breakfast was paused for a moment as you sat on the bed, listening to Hades chase your twins around the house, the two of them playing keep-away with the camera. You knew he was happy, hearing him laugh as you sighed softly, feeling content.

-Thor- He smiled softly, pecking each of his children on the cheek before pecking you on the cheek, thank you all as you set the tray on his lap and he smiled. He knew you were making his favorites, but to see it, seeing that his children helped you with it, it made him so happy. He ate quietly while you kept your children entertained, smiling gently down at them as your daughter beamed, “Did we surprise you, papa?” he chuckled, ruffling your hair before your son spoke, “We have a present for you, but it’s in the backyard!” Thor was a little confused, looking at you as you smiled before you told them to go and get dressed and they ran out, giggling. Once he was finished and you both were dressed, he closed his eyes, hunching over to let his children guide him to the backyard, but you had your hands on his waist, keeping him from bumping into things. When Thor opened his eyes, finding a large picnic set up, complete with games, he softened, he adored playing with his children, it was the highlight of his day as he smiled, kneeling to hug them both, thanking them before they ran off to play and joined you on the blanket, laying his head in your lap, relaxing.

-Buddha- His eyes widened at the huge basket the twins were carrying, full of his favorite snacks, baked goods, and candies, he threw his hands up, a huge smile on his face, “I love it!!” they beamed, leaving the basket on the bed to pounce on their father, hugging him as he laughed warmly. To keep them busy while Buddha ate, seeing your soufflé pancakes with fresh fruit, you asked them to open the basket and tell him all of the different snacks the three of you had stuffed into it. Once his meal was finished you set the tray off to the side before you gave a small smile to your children who lit up, your daughter speaking first, “Mommy has a present for you too!” your son nodded, his hands on his hips, “Yeah it’s a big one!” Buddha looked over at you, confused, and his confusion only grew as you handed him a pen gift box. He opened it and instantly his jaw dropped, turning to you, tears appearing in his eyes, “Really?!” you giggled, allowing yourself to be embraced, with your children quickly joining in, “I am, it will be right around the holidays.” He inhaled deeply, so happy, he had a wonderful family, a tasty gift to enjoy, and a new bundle of joy on the way. Best Father’s Day ever!

[seidenbros]

Can we have a Steve falling head over heels for Robin's college roommate? I'm pretty sure Steve would love a super nerdy bookworm girl. Literature student, maybe? I picture her as a hopeless romantic who's super into the most tooth aching clichès and he definitely finds that cute. But she totally matches Robin's energy, so she is funny + adorable + cute.

He visits Robin on a regular basis and as she is super close with reader, they become friends too but then he realizes that she's everything he ever wanted 🥺

I'm totally vibing with that. Sorry 🤣

Hello love and thank you so much for this request. I decided to mix it with an idea that I couldn't get out of my head, so we have Baker!Steve in this one. I kinda wrote my heart out and just realised that I completely forgot to weave in the hopeless romantic/clichès thing and I'm sorry D: I hope you'll still enjoy it 💚 and if you were wondering what a puddin pretzel is, click here

prompt lists for inspiration | Stranger Things Masterlist Pairing: Baker!Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader Word Count: 6743 Warnings/Tags: mutual pining, use of petnames (doll), broken hearts in the past, fluff, domestic Steve, I mean he bakes come on!, making out, sexual tension Read on AO3

If someone had told Steve Harrington years ago that he would one day earn his money with baking, he would have probably called them crazy. But here he was, still learning this and that, but he was already doing a damn good job. It was work that fulfilled him, baking things that made other people smile, that helped them start their days off right, and he’d even made his first wedding cake. The old man that had taught him, was leaving him more and more in charge of everything, while his granddaughter worked behind the counter to sell everything.

It had started out as a hobby, as a way to experiment at home, since he’d pretty much always been alone. Steve had always had a sweet tooth, so it was just more fun to try this out himself instead of just buying everything. Sure, he had the money, and he often did buy stuff, but he wanted to mix things up. He dreamed about mixing maple syrup with bacon in the form of a cupcake. So he did just that.

While Robin went to college, Steve started working at a shop called Sweet Temptations. Honestly, he’d been drawn in by the name, and then the cupcakes, the cakes and whatnot had made him stay and ask about a job. While Nino, the owner, had told him to bring him something homemade, his granddaughter had immediately said that he could start, because he would definitely draw the younger women in. Sure, they could use the additional customers, but Steve wouldn’t get the job without proving that he indeed had a talent when it came to baking.

And Steve delivered. He did make the Maple-Bacon-cupcakes he’d perfected by now and had wowed Nino with that. So, the old man had told Steve everything he knew, and was still teaching him, even though he only spent one day a week at the bakery, trying to do his best to enjoy his retirement. The shop was still his baby, so he had to drop by and bake with Steve once a week, pass on his secrets, the ones he hadn’t already passed onto him. His granddaughter, Mira, had been right at least, because they had an increase in female customers who even stayed in the shop to enjoy a piece of cake and a coffee, lingering to get a good look at the young baker everyone was talking about.

Meanwhile, Steve’s mind and heart were occupied with someone else: You. God, he had fallen head over heels for you, and he hadn’t seen it coming.

Of course, he’d heard about you from Robin again and again. She loved living with you, because you were so much like her. Sure, you liked different things, and you were someone who did read a lot - maybe natural as a literature student - but you also liked to go out with Robin, enjoyed movie nights, and listened to her ramble on and on. You two just worked so well together, and Robin had quickly become your best friend. While Steve had heard everything about you, you had heard everything about him from Robin.

Still, it had taken a lot of time until the two of you had finally met. Robin had invited Steve over for movie night, and had forgotten to ask you first, so when you’d opened the door for him, you’d been taken aback. You’d seen pictures of him, but seeing him there right in front of you had definitely made your heart skip a beat - and it had been the same for Steve. Robin had apologised again and again, saying that she should have asked you first, but you’d been overjoyed to finally meet that famous Steve Harrington. That alone had made him blush a little. Robin should have seen it right then and there, because she wasn’t used to that kind of reaction from Steve, but she’d been a bit blind in that moment, because she’d still kept apologising to you.

Ever since then, you’d made it a regular thing to rent some movies and watch them together. But it wasn’t just those days that Steve showed up. Sometimes, he stopped by after work and brought a couple of baked goods with him. Sometimes, he came over for pizza in the evening. You liked him, and you liked spending time with him, but never made any advances towards him, because he was Robin’s other best friend. They’d been through a lot, that much she’d told you, but she’d never said what exactly had happened. But you knew that Steve was plagued by nightmares, and that there were certain days that he couldn’t stand bright lights, because they gave him a headache. He’d told you once that he’s had more than one concussion, so the headaches, the light sensibility, those were things that came from that. Not every day, he had good and bad days of course, but when he’d told you about that, you’d hugged him without thinking too much about it. Steve had gone rigid in your arms for a moment, before he’d melted into your touch, had hugged you back and just stayed like this for some time. When you’d separated, none of you had been able to say anything, because Robin had burst back into the room again.

One day, Robin had asked you whether it was really okay that Steve wass dropping by so often. She’d told you that it was okay, if she went over to Steve’s so that you had your peace and quiet to read or study, but you’d quickly told her that it was more than okay. Maybe even a bit too quickly, because she’d smiled at you, leaning in to ask you whether you liked him. The way you’d stumbled over your words had told her everything she’d needed to know.

“I don’t have time for a guy in my life,” you’d told her, but Robin had just rolled her eyes at you, knowing that it was just a way to guard your heart, to not give anyone the chance to break your heart again. If you were honest with yourself, Steve had already managed to slip past the cracks in the wall you’d put up. With his warm smile, his infectious laughter, his caring personality and the love he put out into the world. That was why you had to be careful, watch out that you didn’t fall even more for him. The best would probably be to not spend that much time with him, but you enjoyed it way too much, missed the movie nights when you had something else to go to.

Tonight, though, when Steve knocked on the door to the apartment you shared with Robin, you immediately smiled when you saw him. Steve did the same, before he lifted the tray he was carrying.

“Brought you something new. Just tried it out today!” Steve walked in, taking off his shoes and jacket, while you brought the tray to the kitchen.

“So we’re your test subjects, huh?”

“Oh, you know, I really value your opinion, so…” Steve shrugged his shoulders, before he drew his brows together. Robin was in the bathroom, singing at the top of her lungs, but Steve couldn’t really make out the song.

“I swear, if you keep bringing this stuff, I won’t fit through the door anymore at one point. I already gained weight because of these things.”

“So, do you want me to stop bringing you stuff?” Steve tried to  stop himself from smiling, while his eyes wandered over your body. To him you were perfect, with a couple kilos more or less, he didn’t care as long as you were happy.

“Don't you dare stop!” you said with a laugh as you opened the lid of the tray. The air was immediately filled with the smell of vanilla, making your mouth water. “What is that?”

Your eyes, big and round and filled with wonder, looked up at Steve, ready to take one of these things and take a bite to see if they tasted as good as they looked.

“It’s called a pudding pretzel. See, it looks like a pretzel, but it’s sweet.” He leaned over, his shoulder touching yours as he showed you what he meant. “And the holes are filled with pudding. You just have to try it.”

When he turned his head to face you, your noses nearly brushed. For a moment, you both stayed like this, nobody saying a word, but you quickly straightened, when you heard the bathroom door open.

“Steve?” Robin said, scowling at him as she fluffed up her hair, looking ready to go out. Then, realisation hit her. “Shit, I completely forgot about movie night!”

“Got a hot date or something?” Steve’s eyes locked on her, scanning her outfit, before he started grinning from ear to ear. “Oh you do! And you haven’t said a word!”

“Well…” Now, it was Robin’s turn to blush, but she quickly brushed past the two of you to get to her shoes. “I didn’t wanna jinx it by telling you, and you probably would have talked me out of it.”

That made your ears perk up, and you followed her, because you had an idea who she might be going out with, and it was not a good idea. Still, if that was Robin’s choice, you would accept it and let her go. Once she got her mind set on something, nobody could really talk her out of it.

“I’m really sorry that I didn’t tell you two and postpone movie night. But you’re welcome to stay anyway, Steve. You can watch a movie without me, right?” Robin’s eyes settled on you when she straightened again, her shoes now on her feet. Oh that little minx! Right now, that almost felt like some kind of scheme from her to get you and Steve to spend some time alone.

“It’s alright, I can leave if you want to use the night to read the book you talked about!”

“Already finished that,” you quickly said, surprised that he’d remembered that.

“Should have expected that.” Steve let out a laugh that made your lips curl up into a smile. A laugh that was so genuine that it touched your heart and made the last bit of resolve vanish.

“You’re welcome to stay, Steve. Would love the company for a movie.”

The way you said his name, the way it rolled off your tongue, made Steve smile.

“Alright, then I’ll stay.”

“Good!” Robin clapped her hands, giving you a mischievous grin, before she reached for her bag. “Have fun you two. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” And with that, she was out the door.

“She’s really something, isn’t she?” Steve shook his head, slowly looking your way.

“Tell me about it!” You rolled your eyes with a laugh. “How about I get the movie started and you get these delicious things on a plate?”

Steve agreed without hesitating, but he still watched you leave for the living room. The moment you were gone, he took a deep breath, trying to calm his beating heart. Suddenly being alone with you made him nervous. With Robin there, it hadn’t been awkward at all, but he was scared that he would make it awkward now. He really didn’t want to screw this up with you, but he also didn’t want to make a move because… well, you were Robin’s roommate and her other best friend. If you didn’t like him the way he liked you, it would make things incredibly uncomfortable for all of you.

So, he took a deep breath and put the pudding pretzels on plates, before he walked over to you. He took a seat on the opposite site of the sofa and handed you one of the plates. With Robin not there, there was a huge gap between you.

“Oh my God!” 

Your sudden outburst nearly made Steve jump, because his eyes had been glued to the TV. With big eyes, he looked at you, but seeing the smile on your face made him relax. You wiggled around in your spot, your mouth filled with another bite of the baked goods he’d brought.

“Steve, this tastes absolutely amazing! You gonna sell it at the shop?”

“If Nino agrees, then yes.”

“He’d be an idiot not to sell them. These are better than sex!”

Steve nearly choked on the piece of pudding pretzel he had in his mouth when you said that. He needed a moment, to calm down, before he levelled his eyes at you, trying to figure out whether he’d heard you correctly.

“What?”

“I mean it.” You looked at him for a moment, before you quickly turned to look back at the TV, because the intensity of his stare made you squirm in your seat. Shit, you’d really put your foot in your mouth and had said something that probably wasn’t appropriate to talk about with Steve, especially not because you liked him and had thought about doing certain things with him. “At least better than the sex I’ve had.”

Yeah, you really should have kept quiet, so before you said anything else, you stuffed your mouth with the rest that was still on your plate.

“God, I’m sorry, doll, but then you probably just had the wrong kind of guy by your side.” Steve shook his head, kinda shocked to hear that from you, to know that apparently nobody had made you really enjoy it when you thought that his pudding pretzels were better than sex. It also made him aware that he’d thought about this with you way more often than was appropriate. And he should really not be thinking about it right now, but you’d planted that thought in his head. “Cause it can and should be good.”

“Yeah I know…” You sounded kind of defeated, not wanting to think about how much time you’d wasted with your ex, who’d cheated on you multiple times, and who’d treated you like one of his belongings. But you also didn’t want to think about Steve on the other side of the sofa. Steve, who looked good enough to eat, and who smelled the part as well, because he’d come by right after work, so he smelled just as delicious as the baked goods he’d brought with him.

Steve shifted his sitting position, reached for a pillow to lay it in his lap and balance the plate on top of it, which was more of an alibi move, so that you wouldn’t grow suspicious of him putting the pillow in his lap.

There was about half an hour of silence between the two of you, each one aware of the tension in the room, but staying quiet about it. When you reached for the blanket, though, because you were getting cold, Steve shifted in his seat, looking over at you. Suddenly, he felt a bit bolder. Maybe that was because of your previous topic, maybe it was the overall situation, but in the end, it didn’t matter.

“Come here,” he said, opening his arms for you, a smile on his lips. “I promise I won’t bite, but honestly, I’m like a furnace, so I’ll keep you warm.”

“I-” you started, biting your lip, but if he was offering, it was alright to do it, wasn’t it? “Okay.” You scooted over to him and snuggled up to his side, your heart racing in your chest when his smell filled your nose again.

Steve’s arm wrapped around your shoulders and he pulled you even closer. Your hand found its place on his chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart through the shirt he was wearing. Was he maybe as nervous as you were? Or was that just your imagination? When you lifted your head to look up at him, you found him staring back, and you could swear that his eyes landed on your lips. Before anything could happen, before any of you could say a thing, the door to your apartment flung open and Robin kicked it shut again behind her.

You scrambled to get up from the sofa, heart beating even faster than before, because you felt like you had nearly been caught doing something you shouldn’t be doing. Which was ridiculous, since Steve and you were both adults and nothing had happened. Still, you didn’t really want Robin to find you like this.

Steve just looked at you with big eyes for a moment, before you left him sitting there alone to get to Robin. He reached for the remote to turn everything off before he followed you.

“Oh lord, what happened?” he asked when he found you and Robin sitting at the kitchen table. She looked a bit out of it, when you held out a glass of water to her. She’d had a couple of drinks, Steve could tell that already.

“She stood me up.” Robin looked up at him for a moment, before she dropped her forehead to the table again, heaving a sigh. “Waited and waited and was so nervous… Maaaaay have had a couple drinks. Then I left.”

“I’m so sorry, Robin. Want me to trip her the next time I see her?” you offered, laying a gentle hand on her back, slowly rubbing up and down to show her that you were there.

“No… Just.. God, I just wanna go to bed.” You could tell that she was on the verge of tears, because of the alcohol. It always made her either more outgoing or emotional, and after an evening like this, it was clear that she wasn’t dancing on tables right now.

“Come on, I’ll take you to bed,” you said, standing up with her, wrapping your arm around her waist. You looked up, your eyes meeting Steve’s

“Go, I’ll clean up here,” he said with a smile. So, while you went to the bathroom with Robin to get her into something more comfortable and wash her face, Steve cleaned the kitchen and put everything away that you’d used. He brought a bottle of water into Robin’s room and put it next to the bed.

“Thank you,” Robin mumbled, as you entered her room and she saw Steve just put the bottle down, but she meant both of you. “I should have just stayed home with you two.” She flopped down on her bed, taking a deep breath. “Did you at least enjoy your evening?”

“Yeah,” Steve said immediately, smiling to himself as he risked a look at you.

“It was a good movie, so yeah!” To be honest, you had no idea what the movie had been about, too preoccupied with the person standing next to you right now.

“Mhm… Good,” Robin mumbled, snuggling into her pillow. “Was hoping for more, though.”

She didn’t offer an explanation or say anything else, mainly because she fell asleep, but she left you curious about what she meant. Well, you had an idea, but you couldn’t be sure about that. It didn’t matter in the end, did it?

As quietly as possible, you left the room with Steve, leaving the door ajar when you brought him to the front door.

“I’ll come by tomorrow morning and take care of breakfast, alright? See how she’s doing.” Steve put on his shoes before he reached for his jacket.

“Sounds good. And thank you, Steve… It was a fun evening.” Maybe, that was not exactly the right word, considering how nervous he’d made you, but the brief moment you’d spent in his arms had made you relax, and it had made you feel so safe.

“It really was, so thank you.” Steve leaned forward to place a kiss on your cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Mhm… goodnight, Steve!” He turned around at the top of the stairs to give you a little wave, before he disappeared from view. The smile on your lips would probably have been able to light up the whole room when you closed the door behind you. The only question was, how you were supposed to find sleep after this.

As you’d expected, you hardly slept at all, tossing and turning, thinking about the previous evening, how close Steve and you had gotten. You hadn’t lied to Robin when you’d said that you didn’t have time for a man, though it was probably more a way to protect yourself than anything else. But Steve… Steve made you laugh, he filled you with happiness, and he always took care of Robin and you. That’s why he wanted to come by and make breakfast.

Shit. Yeah, you really weren’t ready to face him right now, not when you thought about him pretty much all night and were ready to jump his bones, to act on the tension that had been there between you hours later. 

You cast a quick glance into Robin’s room, but she was still asleep, so you left her alone again and put on your shoes. You needed to get out, go for a walk, clear your mind, whatever. But you were not ready to face Steve. But Steve it was, you collided with when you ripped the door open and stepped outside without looking around first.

“Woah, careful there, doll!” One of Steve’s hands wrapped around your upper arm, steadying you, while he was carrying a bag in the other hand. Your own hands landed in his chest, eyes closed for a moment, before you managed to pry them open and look at him.

“You running away from something?” he asked, smiling at you, before he carefully took his hand off your arm. 

God, he had no idea how correct he was. On the one hand, you were running from him, on the other from your own feelings, because you were already feeling your heart pick up its pace, and it wasn’t because of the surprise right now. It was because of Steve’s presence, because of the smell of him that filled your nose, because of the smile that made your knees weak.

“No!” Your answer came a bit too quickly for your own liking and you bit your bottom lip, taking a step back. “I’m just running late. Completely forgot I have a meeting. I’ll see you around!”

You gave him a curt smile and a wave before you were off and bounded down the stairs. Steve watched you leave, his heart sinking a little, because it felt like you were running away from him. Still, he was here to make breakfast, so he walked inside and headed to the kitchen to prepare some scrambled eggs and pancakes.

When Robin walked into the kitchen twenty minutes later, she was greeted with a set table and everything she could wish for. She only had a mild headache, but nothing a good breakfast couldn’t help with.

“Morning,” she mumbled, rubbing her eyes, before she smiled at Steve. “Is Y/N not awake yet?”

“She is… but she pretty much fled your apartment.”

“Huh?” Now, that made Robin’s eyes widen, curiosity shining in them when she took a seat. “What do you mean? What happened?”

Robin reached for the coffee first to take a sip and let the hot liquid wake her spirits.

“She said she has a meeting, but-” Steve heaved a sigh, reaching for his own coffee cup to wrap his hands around it. He looked down, as if he was looking for the right words in the hot beverage. “Kinda felt like she didn’t wanna see me, you know? Maybe, I fucked it up, don’t know.”

“Wait a second!” Robin pinched the bridge of her nose, trying her best to focus. “I feel like I’m missing a vital piece of information here.”

“Nothing happened!” Steve said immediately, looking up again to reassure Robin and make her realise that he was telling the truth. “At least not really. I mean, we were watching the movie and she said that my pudding pretzels were better than sex, so… that topic came up briefly and then we were both quiet… a bit awkward.”

Steve leaned forward, putting his elbows on the table, clasping his hands together. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, while Robin started eating the pancakes, listening intently to what he was saying. But she didn’t stop him, let him talk until she had all the information she needed.

“When she reached for the blanket, I offered her to come cuddle, ‘cause you know how much heat I radiate.”

“That’s a fact. You’re damn hot all the time.” Robin nodded her head, curious where this was going, as if she was reading a book, or rather having a book read to hear that was just about to get really interesting. “So what then?”

“She snuggled up to me.”

Oh, the smile that appeared on Steve’s lips made Robin really giddy. She’d seen that look before, but it had been a while since she’d last seen that. Sure, Steve had done a lot of dating, looking for the one person that he could call his partner, the one that would stay with him and really love him, but he hadn’t found that person. And now, you were the reason he had that dreamy smile on his lips.

“And then you got hom.”

“Ahh fuck,” Robin groaned, dropping her fork onto the table. “You were doing so well, and then I managed to fuck it up. So much for my plan.”

“Yeah…” Steve was still smiling, but then he realised what Robin had just said. “What do you mean your plan?”

“Forget it…” Robin quickly shook her head, but before she could say anything else, Steve insisted that she should tell him.

“Well… she likes you, Steve! I wasn’t sure how you were feeling, but seeing how much you smile, I don’t need you to spell it out. But Y/N is always like… she doesn’t have time for a boyfriend, she’s scared of getting her heart broken again…”

“Yeah, I know that feeling.” Steve rolled his eyes, tried his best not to get his hopes up at what Robin had just told him.

“Yeah, and that’s exactly why the two of you would never hurt each other like that. That’s why I didn’t tell you two about the date yesterday. So that you’d spend some time alone and maybe, finally take a step towards each other.” Robin leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest. “And apparently you did. But why do you think she’d be running from you now?”

“I don’t know! I mean, maybe I was too bold yesterday?”

“Steve, you cuddled on the sofa for maybe a few moments, right? And she could have easily said no, but she didn’t.”

“I kissed her cheek when I left and told her I’d come by for breakfast.”

“Oh boy… Nothing of that was too bold, but I guess, she’s too much in her head again, so that’s why she ran.”

“Maybe.” Steve lifted his coffee cup and emptied the last drops into his mouth, before he got up. “You’ll be alright? ‘Cause I think I just need to clear my head a bit.”

“Steve…” Robin really didn’t want to let him go, not when he looked so defeated.

Sure, Robin had told him that you apparently had feelings for him, but right now, he was sure that you’d run away from him, so that was wearing him down. For months now, he hadn’t had eyes for anyone else, only for you, because you were the one person that made him happy beyond words by just existing in his close proximity. Yesterday, getting to hold you and kiss your cheek had made him unbelievably happy, but for you? It sure looked like he’d taken it too far. So he needed some time to himself, and when he needed to clear his head, he started baking.

“Robin…” Steve looked at her, a weary smile on his lips when he stepped up to her. “Will you be alright?”

“Sure,” she said with a huff, not wanting to let him go, but knowing that she couldn’t keep him here. “What about you, though?”

“I’ll be fine. I always manage, you know that.”

Yeah, she did… and that was what kind of scared her, because she knew that Steve wouldn’t bounce back that easily this time, not when you were the perfect match for him and ran out of the apartment as soon as he arrived.

After a long, long walk and some more coffee from the coffee shop around the corner, you came back home, hoping that Steve would already be gone. When you didn’t see his shoes when you entered, you sighed in relief. At least, you were thinking that it was relief, but it was mixed with a weird kind of longing because he wasn’t there.

“Good, you’re home,” Robin said, leaning in the door to the living room. She’d showered and looked way better than the night before, but the serious look on her face made you a little worried.

“Yeah, sorry, I had a-”

“Meeting, so I’ve heard. Now, tell me, why haven’t you mentioned that all week?”

“Well,” you started, eyes wide, because you hadn’t expected that question from her. And that attitude she was giving you, really threw you off.

“Because you didn’t have a meeting and just ran away so you didn’t have to face Steve, right?”

Busted.

“Look…” You ran both hands over your face and through your hair. Steve was Robin’s best friend, and you really didn’t want to make it awkward at all, but right now, you got the feeling that it already was awkward as fuck. 

“Hey, listen,” Robin said, stepping up to you and taking your hands into hers, her voice and her whole demeanour a lot softer than before. “I understand that, ‘cause you’re scared of getting hurt again, but believe me… Steve would never hurt you. God, he’s so in love with you, it’s painful to watch.”

“He… what?”

“Are you really that oblivious? He’s not just being nice to you. He’s completely and utterly in love with you. And he’s scared of getting his heart broken again as well.” Robin shook her head before she smiled at you. “You two really belong together, you just have to open your heart and allow yourself that.”

Robin tapped two fingers against your chest, letting go of your hands to do so.

“I’m just…” You broke off, shaking your head as you were trying to process what Robin had just told you. You had kind of hoped that Steve would feel the same way, but a tiny voice had told you all this time that he had just been nice to you.

“Scared, I know. So is Steve.” Robin placed a hand on your cheek, making you look at her again. “And now he thinks he did something wrong.” “What? No, no, no, he didn’t, I was just… I don’t know.”

“Maybe you should go and tell him that then. Make him stop worrying, because I know he’ll be baking all afternoon to clear his head.”

“You think so?”

“I know it. Because he keeps overthinking every little thing. Something else you have in common.”

Mira walked to the back where Steve was working and put a new cup of coffee in front of him.

“Thank you.”

“No problem. Anything else you need?” She leaned in the doorframe, watching him work. He’d come in, looking distracted, and it had shown in the first batch of cupcakes he’d made, because they’d landed in the trash.

“No thanks.” Steve gave her a smile that looked more forced than anything and went back to work. He knew that he needed to concentrate a little more, because that would help him clear his head of you, but it didn’t work. You were there, in his head and in his heart, and by now it hurt to think about you. 

Steve turned the music up a little louder and started putting the ingredients he needed into the mixer. While the mixer was busy, he put some flour on the work surface and made a mould in the middle, because he wanted to make bread as well as some more cupcakes.

He stopped the mixer once all the ingredients were blended together, and tasted it. It was good, no question, but it was definitely missing some more vanilla. Once he had the perfect mixture, he poured it into the baking pans and sent the cupcakes to the oven.

Now for the bread… he mixed the yeast with warm water before he poured the mixture into the mould in the flour. That was the moment you walked into the room, but Steve didn’t realise that he wasn’t alone anymore. He was finally able to clear his head a little, hum along to the music and concentrate on what he was doing. With a spoon, he started mixing a bit of the water mixture and the flour together, before he was finally able to use his hands to make some proper dough. His hands and arms were full of flour, so when he raised his arm to brush the sweat on his forehead away with his forearm, some of the flour stuck to his face and even his hair.

The sight warmed your heart, because he looked completely at ease, so in his element, that you didn’t want to disturb him. At the same time, your heart nearly burst out of your chest, because it was filled with so much love for this man. Now that you were allowing yourself these feelings, they were even bigger than you could ever have expected.

Your eyes travelled up slowly up from his hands, over his forearms, the muscles flexing in them, the veins that stood out, up over his chest, his chin, his lips, and to his eyes that were now looking back at you. You hadn’t realised that he’d stopped kneading the dough and was suddenly aware that you were there.

“What are you doing here?” Steve’s words weren’t harsh, they were extremely soft, surprise shining in his eyes as he wiped his hands on his apron.

“I… I wanted to see you,” you managed to say. “Think I’ve got some explaining to do.”

“You don’t have to explain anything.” Steve shook his head, still trying to smile. “I took it a step too far.”

“Steve, you really didn’t.” You gathered your courage and walked around the work surface to stop right in front of him. “I was just…”

“Scared.” Steve finished the sentence for you, keeping his eyes on you while his heart threatened to beat right out of his chest. “Are you still scared?”

“Yeah.” You swallowed hard, taking the last step to close the gap between you two. “But…”

“But…?” Steve’s voice was low, quiet, but he was so all consuming that you couldn’t think clearly anymore. Your head was filled with him, your body humming because of the proximity of his body, of feeling the heat radiating off him and seeping into your skin. His right hand came up to cup your cheek, tilting your head so that you had to look up at him.

“But…” You tried again, your skin feeling like it was on fire from where he touched you, a hint of flour lingering where his thumb brushed over your cheek.

You ran your fingertips up his stomach, over his chest and to his shoulders, pulling yourself up just slightly so that you could kiss his lips. You had nothing to lose, right? And sometimes, you just had to take that jump that you were so afraid of.

Steve was taken by surprise that you’d taken the initiative, but that surprise was quickly pushed away, and he kissed you back. His hand moved from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling you even closer, while his free hand found its place on your hip. Your body was flush against his, your hands moving up to tangle in his hair, your breasts pressed against his chest while his tongue delved into your mouth, making you moan slightly into the kiss.

You’d had your experience in kissing, but this… this kind of kiss was definitely something else. You felt it to the tips of your toes, it made your whole body tingle and ache for more. Close wasn’t close enough, and you could have kept going for some time, not wanting to let go of him, but the loud beeping of the oven made both of you pull back.

“Shit… sorry,” Steve mumbled, lips puffy from kissing, glistening slightly, while dark eyes looked back at you. You probably looked just like him, hair a bit dishevelled but you didn’t care.

“‘S alright,” you managed to mumble, smiling to yourself as you stepped back. Steve made quick work of the cupcakes and pulled them out of the oven.

You bit your bottom lip, looking down at yourself. The flour showed where Steve’s hands had been, and it made you grin like an idiot. Yeah, you could really get used to it.

“What are you making there anyway?” Curiosity got the better of you, so you had to ask about the dough that Steve had abandoned due to you kissing him.

“I wanted to make some bread.”

“Bread? And here I thought, you only made sweet stuff here.”

“Ah, see that’s where you’re wrong, doll. Sweet and savoury. Remember the Maple-Bacon-Cupcakes?” You nodded vigorously, because they were among your favourites. “And bread is just something that has to be mastered. Here, let me show you.”

Steve stepped up behind you and manoeuvred you so that you were standing in front of the dough. His arms wrapped around you, his chest against your back, and his hands on top of yours, moving them to the dough so he could show you how to knead it.

“It’s really soft, isn’t it?” Steve’s voice was right next to your ear, distracting you even more than being trapped in his embrace.

“Mhm…” you mumbled, trying to focus on what you were doing, but Steve made it really hard for you. You didn’t even hear most of what he was talking about, too distracted by the feeling of his strong hands on yours, guiding your hands.

“And then we form a loaf,” he nearly whispered into your ear, his lips almost touching it. Steve moved your hands with his, doing what he just told you, and when the loaf was done, he still kept you right in front of himself to walk over to the sink and wash your hands.

“Steve…” you managed to breathe out and turn in his embrace, when his lips immediately came down on yours. His hands were on your hops, lifting you into the surface, sending flour into the air, a fine dust settling on your skin and in your hair, but you didn’t care. All you cared about were Steve’s lips on yours, his hands moving up and down your thighs, while his tongue invaded your mouth, tasting you and making you crave even more. This was definitely not the right place to be doing this, but you didn’t care. Someone else did, though.

“Steve I just - OH SHIT! Sorry!” Mira quickly turned around again and walked out, still apologising.

Steve lifted his head, looking after her, before he burst out laughing. You chimed in, leaning your head against his chest, hiding your face. His fingers slowly carded through your hair, before he kissed the top of your head.

“Maybe, we should continue this somewhere else.”

“Mhm… Maybe you could finally show me how you live, after you’ve been in our apartment most of the time.” Slowly you raised your head to look at him, feet dangling left and right of his legs.

“What do I get if I show you?” Steve wiggled his eyebrows at you, making you chuckle.

“How about… as many kisses as you want?” Feeling a little bolder, you leaned forward to kiss  over his jaw to his ear, taking your time. “Sound good?”

“Perfect.” His hands squeezed your thighs, before he stepped back and held out his hand for you. You really were everything he wanted, and he couldn’t believe that you were finally holding his hand and smiling just for and because of him. What more could he want?

[miitarashi]

OK, so being a woman, in many cases, means getting the dreaded bloodbath, so, as someone who gets the most painful and heavy periods known to man (thats how i feel anyway, i often get cramps that leave me physically unable to walk for up to almost four hours), could u do headcannons where Tintin takes care of the reader during that time? What he would do if we had cramps or just feeling ill on our period, I just think he would be a total sweetheart when it comes to caring for someone who feels sick

Nah i totally feel you on this one,i have really bad cramps too lol. Such cute request need to be done 😌👌🏽

[Name] = reader (female)

Warnings: bloodbath cuz God fucking dammit-

☆Tintin headcanons☆

- Taking care of you on your period

Let's just start by the fact that this boy didn't had that much contact with other womans before. You was the first more active in his life.

Castaphiore is not that present so she don't properly count here (even more on the movie since Tintin only saw her,not even talked before lol)

So,he didn't really know what to expect,to say that he wasn't surprised is a lie even more watching your squirm in pain because of the bloodbath of the month coming down.

The boy got scared for a second,confused and then was just the "Oh..." from the realization lol.

But if you was dramatic about it (just like me,always feel like i'm dying slowly) it'll be 100% more funny. Like

Tintin just got back from the library passing by your home,hear your painful pleas and rush to see you squirming in pain

"[Name],what happen? Are you hurt?"

"Yes! I'm dying!! It hurts like hell! .....i'm seen the light...it's so bright..."

"[Name] don't say it,tell what is wrong,where are you hurted??"

"...Tintin...Tintin my love...my last words...listen and listen well..."

"[Name] please stop and explain!"

"It's this damm uterus!! Take this out!!"

".....what in the great heavens-"

After you finally calmed down (just enough to not make another drama) and explain about the period bro was literally like this 😐

Almost gave him a heart attack but hey! It was hurting you know? You had your reasons.

But after all drama,he soon put his hands at work asking what you wanted and what would make you feel better in his jornalist kinda of way gauthering all the information he could to not need to ask again,only act.

Even more after seen your state,feeling this much pain couldn't be normal.

First thing he did was to get the water compress with hot water for you and quickly get out to buy whatever you asked.

Chocolate,medicine,pads and everything and he new the type since he made sure to ask about it.

Your fluid temper was even a bit funny to watch. In a moment he was cuddling with you because you asked and wanted comfort but suddenly you pushed him away complaining about the closeness.

But as soon he walked a little away you begged for him to come back receiving a well deserved smug look from him.

If you got angry,that was the easy one. He already deal with Haddock,bro now the hints.

"WHY THIS HAPPEN?? IT UNFAIR AS FUCK! WHY I HAVE TO FUCKING BLEED TO DEATH???"

"Indeed,you're right"

"EXACTLY! THIS FUCKING THING! I DON'T EVEN WANT CHILDRENS! WHY THIS SHIT HAPPEN TO ME??? JUST BECAUSE I'M A FUCKING WOMAN?? I DIDN'T MEAN TO BE ONE???"

"Now now..." smoothly coming closer,putting a hand on your shoulder and a chocolate bar on the other. "You're indeed right my dear,now,don't force yourself too much,here" slowly moving the bar towards your mouth that you open and munch the sweet

"There,better?" You nod. "Cuddles and nap?" You nod again and softly follow him.

Bro need one chocolate and a dream lol.

He spend the whole day with you until you feel better,even so he still stay just to be sure that at least the excrutiating pain passed.

And he respect every little thing. You become clingy? He'll keep you around,hugging you from behind,resting his head on your shoulder while watching something, never fully keeping his hands off you.

Want space? He'll keep close just enough to hear and help you with anything you need.

Suddenly feeling sad and ugly? Shower you with compliments saying every little thing he likes or find cute while caressing the back of your hand with his thumb.

Renting and mumbling? Keep talking because this man is listening and focused on your words to discuss about it independent of the subject.

Overal,he'll do his utmost best to help yoi with the monthly bloodbath, even more prepared after this first proper experience of your living hell that you'll not pass alone anymore 😘

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A/N: Hey there! Sorry for the late post,just really was working on that one long fic i just posted on my AO3 account but! I'm back now to write the requests that are getting dust on my ask box lol. And bro??? Why and how i'm so close to have 100 followers?? Like what- thank you guys so much! 😘

[incorrect-green-lantern-quotes]

Hal agonized for a long time over how to propose to Clark. To be honest, most of the struggle was in whether he would propose to begin with. He'd always had issues with commitment, he knew that. Hell, after the first time Clark had said "I love you," Hal had fled to Oa and probably would've stayed there forever if Guy hadn't shown up a week later to drag his ass back to Earth.

"Ya think Big Blue couldn't just follow your dumb ass here if he wanted to? Of course he could. But he's too nice and is 'trying to give you space,' so someone has to knock some sense into you."

Clark of course, had been completely patient and understanding, and that just made Hal feel even worse about it all. Clark was just so damn perfect, and deserved the world, and Hal couldn't even come close to that. The only thing in his life he'd ever been willing to give 100% of himself to was the Corps, and even then he'd fallen short of that disastrously. Thank God it was Kyle who was there to listen to that particular drunk confession.

"Okayyy I think that's enough shots for you tonight. For what it's worth, I wouldn't be here- wouldn't have become a Green Lantern if Parallax hadn't gotten its hooks in you. Silver lining in every cloud, right? But seriously Hal, love isn't some transaction that ends when one person can't hold up their end of the deal. True love endures in spite of our failings, that's what makes it worth pursuing."

When the only person to ever master the entire Emotional Spectrum says something like that, you'd be a fool not to listen. So Hal made up his mind. He was going to ask Clark to marry him. But what would be the best way to do that? Normally Hal would hesitate to breach a topic so personal, but in a fit of desperation he asked John how he'd proposed to Katma.

"Well, you remember how Korugar exiled Katma for being a Green Lantern. She never talked much about it, but I knew how much it hurt her that she could never return to her homeworld. So when I asked Katma to marry me, I did it the way Korugarians do, because I knew that would mean so much more to her. Of course, you'd probably want to do something different with Clark, since he never really knew Krypton. But I'm sure you already know what he'd appreciate."

Indeed, Hal did know. So he flew to Sector 2813, to where the old star Rao still burned red. Much of Krypton had been scattered amongst the cosmos, but the majority of the minerals that had made up Clark's homeworld still remained here. And it was one such stone that Hal was looking for.

With a Green Lantern ring, it wasn't hard to find a shard of sunstone floating in the debris field. Like most remnants of Krypton, it glowed a sickly shade of green, constantly emitting radioactive rays that were deadly to Kryptonians. Hal closed his fingers over the chunk of sunstone and concentrated, remembering his earliest days of training with Kilowog, when he'd learned to use the power ring with exercises like cutting and shaping gems. In a way, it was like his whole life as a Green Lantern had been in preparation for this.

Green Lantern: Emerald Dawn

When Hal opened his fist, the sunstone split into a dozen shards, most of which he let fall away. The last piece however, he held up with reverence. It was shaped into a perfectly cut gem the size of his smallest fingernail, and now shone with a much cleaner emerald light. Hal knew without needing his ring to confirm that this piece of Kryptonite posed no danger to his lover. In fact, it was very much the opposite.

When Hal held the sunstone up so that it was backlit by Rao, the starlight that filtered through the gem was as golden as Sol's. No matter where in the universe Clark was, as long as there was a star that gave off light, this piece of his homeworld would ensure he'd have his powers. Carefully, reverently, Hal took out a band of gold that he'd mined, shaped, and polished back on Earth, and set the gemstone into the space he'd left for it.

There. A ring made of two worlds, just like Clark.

[sothera]

Mingle, listen, help, move on...

Mingle, listen, help, move on...

Mingle, listen, help, move on...

Rafe had been doing this for over half a century; not long after.... Janice... when he was still staying away from the prying eyes of the Inductor Board. Janice had met her future... human... husband. Rafe knew it was time to leave; an actual marriage would have been impossible, and even if it wasn't, Janice deserved someone who could share the years with her... experience time with her...

...grow old with her...

Rafe felt the years, at least in his...Soul...but his body remained unchanged...

... Janice deserved more...

Mingle, listen, help, move on... and snap out of it...

So far, Rafe had managed to defuse two in line squabbles, a fight a few moments away from fisticuffs, and quietly get a lunch for a woman about a minute away from passing out. He sent her to the job wagon, wondering if he'd done her a favor or not.

Then, there were the brush ups...

...and he didn't mean the makeup...

...Damn this shirt anyway...

If it had been a proper shirt, with proper sleeves, it wouldn't be a problem...but since it wasn't...

"Woe..."

"Solid..."

"Gods..."

"Wonder how much it would cost to have him..."

"He can plant a pole under my Big Top anytime..."

It wasn't the words; Rafe learned to block them out long ago.

It was the feeling... the intent behind them.

That was impossible to ignore.

Then, he heard it...

"Daddy...? Dad?"

It was a little girl, and she was nearby...and worried. Not scared, not yet, just worried.

Rafe saw her...

Old enough to have a basic conversation, but young enough to not be let out of sight...who in their right mind...

Then, it happened...

What would it be like..to have a little girl..not a boy...you could dress her up in cute dresses...get her little shoes... take her to museums... Rafe thought.

Gods, snap out of it!

"Hi!, I'm Rafe, welcome to the Rainbow Salamander Cirus, did you lose something?" Rafe asked, careful not to lean over her.

The little girl looked up at Rafe...

"My goodness!" She exclaimed.

Rafe gasped and smiled at her, hoping he could keep her calm and not intimidated by his.. size...damn this shirt anyway Rafe thought.

Then, he came up with it...

"You lost your goodness?" "Woe!, that's not good!" "Where were you when you discovered you were no longer good?" Rafe asked.

"No silly, my dad!" She said.

"You lost your dad too?" "Do you think he might be with your goodness?" Rafe asked.

"No, I just lost my dad, he was going to get in line to get a ticket for that Wild Man guy." She said, pointing at one of the many posters on every blank space nearby. The one Rafe disliked most (naturally) with him chained up in the forest.

'Guard Dog' indeed...Rafe thought... The poster was cheap, even by Regina's standards...

Rafe wondered what she'd think when she looked closely enough at it to realize he'd left his ComGem on 😇?

What is it they say...Win Little Victories?...

"Let's go find your pops..." Rafe said, "maybe we can find your goodness on the way."

"I still have my goodness, I just need my dad!" the girl said, looking up at him.

"How about a free dragonback ride while we look?" Rafe asked, hoisting her up to his shoulders.

"Okay..." she answered.

"What's your name?" Rafe asked.

"Lisbeth... Lisbeth Mitchell..." She answered.

"Okay, Lisbeth, let's go!" Rafe said, running just fast enough to make her feel like she was moving fast.

Lisbeth tried not to giggle...

"Do you see your dad or your goodness yet?" Rafe asked.

"Yeah, there's dad, and I still have my goodness." Lizbeth said. She pointed to a man in the crowd.

"There you are!" the man said.

Rafe crouched and put Lizbeth gently on the ground...

"Daddy!" Lizbeth said as she hugged him tightly.

"Thank you, Sir, I'm Jeb, Jeb Mitchell." Jeb said.

"Rafe Nightshade: I work here, your daughter was very brave." Rafe said.

"I don't know how I lost her; I was trying to get a ticket to see the Wild Man, you know, The Blue Reaper, and I just...lost her." Jeb said.

"That happens sometimes," Rafe said, "we think we lose something, but we still really have it, or we look down for it and realize it's gone."

Jeb looked at Rafe; an odd thing for someone his age to say...

Rafe smiled, "kinda like goodness; you never really lose it if you had it at one point, you just forget it's there...but...just look in the eyes...if you look hard enough, you'll see it."

Lizbeth smiled at him as he smiled at her...

...with his blue eyes...

...and his blue hair...

She'd noticed it when she was on his shoulders; funny color...

She looked at the poster...and then at Rafe... her eyes widened.

Jeb's eyes followed Lizbeth's....he drew the same conclusion.

Rafe realized they'd put two and two together...

"Well, I'd better get back to work, you know how bosses can be, especially if you don't live up to their expectations." Rafe said.

"Yeah..." Jeb said.

Jeb held out his hand, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Nightshade."

They made contact...

...We won't say a word...be happy...

Rafe smiled..."Maybe we'll see each other again one day: I hope so..."

Jeb and Lizbeth nodded...

"Bye..." Lizbeth said.

"Take care..." Jeb said.

As they drove home in silence, Jeb turned on the newfangled wireless in the car, another Kadiri concoction; nothing like big, wooden monolith that also played records in their house, but a tiny thing with just basic controls. It didn't produce the rich, deep sound their wireless at home did, but it came on instantly, and was good enough.

Best of the nightfall to all our listeners; here is the news in brief. A large upsurge in creature encounters has been reported across the region, continent wide. The problem has come to the attention of the Great Council, which is considering the use of the UKDF as a deterrent. This is the first time in decades the Defense Force has been used in such a manner.Its hoped that the upcoming drop in temperature at year's end will force the monsters back into their caves. More on that later; right now, let's enjoy the music of Squeaky Madison and his orchestra, brought to you in glorious high fidelity sound, courtesy of Kadiri Technology...

Jeb turned the wireless off, "If I hear that name one more time..."

"We're almost home, dad." Lizbeth said.

"Good." Jeb said.

"What do we do?" Lisbeth asked.

"What we always do; we talk to mom, she just joined this Foundation her mom's friend created just before she passed..." Jeb said.

"Yeah, she has a card it's..." Lisbeth suddenly paused.

"It's what?" Jeb asked.

"It's..The Nightshade Foundation..." Lisbeth said.

"Well, come morning, it will have a new member." Jeb said.

A few years later, when she was old enough, Lisbeth also joined; when she had children of her own, so did they, and by that time, The Foundation had grown, and would not be ignored....

[rosyjn]

Uh uh listen to this

Sam is working, he is reading a script but reader is really in need.

So she gets on his leg begging him to do her, but he refuses since he as to work.

So reader just starts to thigh fuck on Sam, he doesn't say anything, he just reads his script ignoring her (maybe just a arm around her waist to be sure she doesn't fall)

He reads his script loud and with a deep voice, he knows that is making reader go crazy.

And she does indeed cum.

He then put down the script saying "I finally finished babe" and he gestures to his hard cock.

He then fucks reader.

OMGG SUCH A GOOD IDEA ANON

MDNI OFC

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From the sofa in his office, you watch him type. His face is slightly twisted with concentration. You stare at his broad thighs, spread slightly apart and clothed with black sweatpants. The sight of his lap is accompanied by the sounds of typing: long bursts of clacking and pauses in between.

"Sam.." you coo, practically whispering.

"Hmm?" he quietly replies. His typing doesn't cease. You shuffle on the couch, trying to alleviate your engorged clit.

"Can you c'mere?" you ask, sliding your panties off from under your dress.

"I'm busy right now," he sighs. You push your skimpy underwear off of your body, leaving the damp garment on the couch. You get up, walking over to him from behind. You look at the work on his computer: an outline he'd been writing for weeks.

"Looks good to me," you say, straddling Sam and pressing your wet cunt against his clothed thigh. He grunts, feeling your heat against him. You kiss up and down his neck, arching your back and feeling all over his chest. His eyes flutter shut and he leans back. "C'mon hon', just fuck me, real quick." you whisper.

"I told ya', I'm busy," he opens his eyes again, leaning forward to the keyboard. You frown, watching his fingers quickly tend to the keys as he continues to write. You buck your hips once against his thigh, letting the friction tease your pussy. He pays no attention. He knows that once he finishes his work, he'll fuck you senseless.

Of course, it's hard to control himself. The feeling of your heat pressed against him combined with the way your breath hitches as you discreetly pleasure yourself. The only thing keeping him from bending you over his desk right now is the knowledge that he'll be able to tease you. He can ignore you completely, let you masturbate, degrade you for being such a little slut, and then pound you until you're screaming his name.

"Don't move, stay still," you whine, feeling a new angle of friction on your clit. He doesn't respond. You slowly pick up the pace, ignoring Sam completely. His thigh rocks with your movement as you hastily chase your orgasm. Your slick soaks the fabric of his sweatpants, letting your glide back and forth without a problem. You grab onto his arms, pressing your face into his shoulder. "Mmm..mmm.." your noises of pleasure are muffled by his shirt. Your hips slide wildly back and forth. Sam starts to whisper, quietly reading his script aloud to himself. His voice is deep and intense as he reads line after line.

"Fade in-" his accent is thick through his storytelling. He progressively scrolls down the pages, monotonically reading every description and shot. His voice only gratifies you more, encouraging you to keep riding his thigh.

"God!" your muscles tense up as you near your orgasm, but he continues to read through his screenplay quickly. He reads it for himself, disregarding the elephant in the room. You rapidly fuck his thigh, so so close to your orgasm. His deep voice and accent send butterflies into your stomach. You melt onto him, letting him finish the last page as your heat burns with pleasure. You soak his sweatpants even more as he reads the outro. He drifts to the end of the script, watching you collapse into his chest and try to catch your breath.

"I finally finished, babe." he remarks, grabbing your hand and moving it to his clothed, hard cock. You stroke it through his pants, feeling the warmth of his erection. He grabs you, pushing his computer out of the way and roughly setting you down on the surface. You let out a small yelp when your hot cunt touches the cold table. He pushes you down, forcing your back onto the wood. “Spread em,”

“Mm hmm,” you comply, letting him move your knees apart. The cool air whooshes to your pussy. He licks a finger before gently placing it on your clit.

"Fuck," he whispers, feeling how wet and hot you are. You buck your hips again, waiting for him to pleasure you. That's all you wanted. He smacks your cunt, enamored with the way your folds jiggle. You relax your body, watching him pull his dick out of his pants. You clench around nothing at the sight. "It's ready for you," he croons. You smile, pulling him closer to you and helping him line up with your entrance. He teases you for a second, before shoving himself in.

"Mm!" you flinch, wrapping your legs around him as his tip grazes your cervix. He bares his teeth, feeling your smooth walls clench around him. His lips press against yours. He kisses you ravenously, like a starved man.

You can't get enough of him. The way his stubble tickles your face when his tongue invades your mouth. How he fucks you like it's the first time, every time. The feeling of his balls teasing your folds when he's that deep in you. The noises that he makes during sex, when his accent shines the most. And your favorite part: how he makes you wet all the time, even when he's just minding his own business. That's how you got here. That's why you're under Sam, getting pounded like meat.

You grab onto his shoulders, trying your best to stabilize your shaking body. He mercilessly rams into you, letting the noises of moaning and skin slapping fill the room. Your body slams into the table with every thrust, even though Sam's strong arms hold you firmly. He releases all his stress into you. You're his outlet. Writing for hours is so stressful, and your needy pussy can take all that stress away from him. He can just fuck it into you.

As he bucks in and out of you, you swear you can see stars. He stretches you out so deliciously that your heat feels like it's on fire. Your eyes roll back into your skull and your body feels like it's falling into a pile of tingling ecstasy. Your face has already changed color with the rush. Sex with Sam is not for the weak. Your poor, fucked out body jiggles with his ramming.

"Fuck," he groans. "You're such a little slut for me," he pulls away from your mouth.

"Yes, yes, yes I am..." you absent mindedly pant, feeling the tension in your pussy grow. He grabs your chin with his hand, roughly moving your face to get your attention.

"Say it," he hisses. "Say it louder,"

"I'm your little slut!" you squeal, feeling his hand travel from your chin to your neck. When you feel it tighten, you cry out again. "I'm such a little slut for you, Sam!" your body trembles, signaling an oncoming orgasm.

"Wanna cum with me, hmm? Want us to finish at the same time?" he smirks. "Your tight little pussy is gonna swallow up all my cum, got it?" he says, making sure to speak in your ear. "And if I see a drop leak out, I'll push it back inside. You're gonna be full to the brim," his hand tangles into your hair as he works to kiss your neck, burying his head in it as he finishes.

You guys hit cloud 9 at the same time.

“Fuck! My god!” you throw your head back, curling your toes as Sam’s seed squirts into you. Your heat rhythmically pulsates around his girth and an electric pleasure shoots through your bodies. He plops his body down onto you. His weight feels so good. You writhe a little bit under him, still coming down from your high. He silences your whimpers with a sloppy kiss to the mouth. You can hardly kiss back, you’re so exhausted. He lazily pulls out of you, using a blind finger to push a string of cum shallowly back into your sore pussy. His head is still buried in your neck.

“Feelin’ alright?” he grunts, slowly picking himself up off of you.

“Yeah,” you sigh, your eyelids slowly fluttering shut.

“Don’t sleep yet, I gotta clean you up,” he softly taps your cheek before scooping you off the table and into his arms.

“Just take me to bed,” you drowsily say.

[typingdyslexiaisathing]

Waking Up To An Angel (Trigun AU Royalty) fanfiction part 1

content: Marsaili wakes up to an angel. With no memory but many people willing to help her. Established relationships. Mention of injury and near death experience.

I awoke to the sight of an angel. The first thing I can remember was him. Those beautiful eyes. A handsome face with golden hair. He looked so relieved to see me awake. A smile gracing his features as I blinked to clear my own eyes. He had been holding my hands to lean in and whisper prayers of thanks. Then he asked me, "Are you feeling all right?" I was soon aware of the fact my head really hurt. Making me wince for tears to prick at my eyes. So he moved closer to ease me into a sitting position in the bed. "It's okay. I'm right here."

My words came out hoarse as I asked the only question I had. "Are you an angel?" His froze to look very confused. A blush dusting over his cheeks as he gave a huff of a laugh. "No. I'm your husband. Why would you ask me that?" My confusion and fear had this angel look just as afraid. His words holding deep concern. "Wait. Don't you remember me?" I shivered to then feel so guilty and sad that this angel looked so upset. "I'm sorry. No. I don't... I..." My hands reached out automatically to this angel for him to hold them tight. His words sad but sweet. "It's okay. It's going to be okay. I promise you. Everything will be okay. I'm right here for you."

I shuddered in the bed to lean forwards and into his arms. Which had the angel squeak before he moved to sit in the bed with me. Pulling up a blanket to keep me warm as I hugged this angel tight. So he held me close to place a kiss to the crown of my head. "I will never leave you for any reason. I promise." He felt familiar. Like a safe haven. So I believed him completely. His words warm and sweet. "My name is Vash. I am the first prince of this nation. My twin brother is the current King. Your name is Marsaili. You told me once it means pearl. We've known each other for many years before we wed. My twin saw that you were a perfect match for me. Since you are bold yet kind. Your father had you come here to join the convent. He isn't a very caring man, really. But your grandfather is a wonderful man who was the head of the church for half a century. He was the one who encouraged me to follow my heart and claim you as my bride."

I listened to then think over what this angel had told me. A vague memory of an older man with a potbelly and beaming smile wearing church robes. Sitting in a church to sing hymns. A man with angry eyes and harsh tongue that frightened me. But then a clear memory of this angel smiling at me while wearing a formal outfit. His grin focused completely on me as he lifted a white veil from my face. So I knew he was indeed my husband. My sigh one of relief as he spoke into my hair. "There was an incident several months ago. We were out horseback riding. A pack of wolves attacked us and our horses. My bodyguard helped us drive them off. But you had fallen off your horse and hit your head... I was... I feared the worst..." The angel gave a sob as he hugged me tight to his frame. Tears wetting my hair as I heard the grief and fear in his words. His heart racing as he trembled and sniffled with aching words. "You've been asleep for two months. They said you may never wake up. But you did. You're here. Praise God."

I felt a deep need to say something. So I snuggled into the arms of this angel to say, "I'm so sorry I made you wait so long. Vash. I don't really remember anything. But I do know one thing. You are my angel. I will do my best to be a good wife. I will try to remember." A long moment passed before this angel gave a sad sigh of air. Yet he held me tight to then have us lay back down into the bed. He gave me a kiss on my forehead before he spoke once more. A loving warmth there in his words. "Marsaili. My pearl. We'll get through this. Even if you never remember anything before today. I will stay with you. I will protect you. I will love you. As my bride and as my treasure. Always."

A knock on the door to the room had us both pause. But Vash simply called out, "Nicholas? Is that you?" The door opened for a man wearing a kind of armor to enter and close the door promptly. His gaze soon going to the bed to then have him gasp. "Vash?! She's finally awake?! Praise the Lord!" The sight of this armored man brought a memory to the surface for me. One where this same man smirked at me to give my hand a squeeze. Telling me he was glad to see I would marry his best friend and make him happy. My own laugh joining his to tell him I would always love him as my family and friend. Which had me ease out of my tension as Vash spoke. "Yes. She's finally awake. But she doesn't remember anything." This had the raven haired man frown to then huff. "Well... Damn... I mean it makes sense with how bad that fall was. But I mean..." So I reached a hand out to ask with soft words, "Wait. You... You're Wolfwood? You're name is Nicholas D. Wolfwood?" Both men go wide eyed as the raven haired man rushed over to just crawl into the bed with us. Hope in his eyes as he gave a smug smile. "Yep. That's me. Your husband's best friend and current champion of the knights brigade. As well as your adopted family. Marsaili. Welcome back to the waking world. You scared the shit out of us. Don't ever do that again."

My smile came to my lips at that familiar feeling of getting lectured without any real anger in it. So I took his hand in mine to give it a squeeze as I said, "Sorry. But I'm glad to see both of you. It feels... It feels safe and like home." Both men gave smiles of relief for another knock to sound out. Which had Wolfwood vault out of the bed and to attention with his hand at his sword. But then the door opened to reveal that it was another angel. An angel that looked very similar to my husband. A crown on his head and a frown on his face. Yet he took in the room with a calculated gaze to then have him ease out of his rigid posture. A sigh escaping his lips as Wolfwood saluted him to announce to the King, "King Nai. As you can see, Lady Marsaili is awake and coherent. I regret to report she has lost her memory." King Nai flinched at this news to shake his head and lean out of the door to order to someone, "Get the healers. She's awake but has no memory. I want for this to stay quiet. Have my advisor look into any options for treatment or therapy we know of. Her father and step brothers are to know absolutely nothing of this." Marching feet headed out for King Nai to enter the room and shut the door promptly. Yet he tossed his crown onto the bed to then heave a sigh of air. "At least now we can all sleep without fear of you never coming to. Marsaili. I always said you were too stubborn to die. I appreciate that you didn't prove me wrong this time. Do please try not to give me a heart attack the next time you and my twin get into trouble again."

It felt like an old argument. Something expected with family or friends. So I nodded to then look to my husband. Who was rubbing his nose to my neck for me to giggle and say, "That tickles. But I will do my best not to cause any more trouble for any of you. Do I call you Your Majesty or just Nai?" All three men stiffened to then smile. While the King shook his head to answer. "In public you will call me Your Majesty or King Nai. In private you may call me brother or Nai. Or you might just go back to calling me a pompous ass." I went wide eyed to look mortified at the very idea. Which had Nai and Wolfwood frown to have Nai note, "Well now. It seems you really don't remember. You called me that several years back. When I was being highly dismissive and rude to you during a formal event. So you directly put me in my place during the archery tournament as well as verbally called me out on my behavior. So you won the right to call me an ass."

Wolfwood cackled as Vash gave a huff of a laugh against my neck. Which had me squeak at how it tickled. But we soon heard another knock on the door for an older woman to speak through the door. "My Liege. You summoned for me?" Wolfwood opened the door for an older woman to shuffle in. A bag of healing balms and medical supplies in her wrinkled hands as she smiled at us. The King saying with warmth, "Joyce. I hate to get you up at this hour. But as you can see, our Marsaili is awake and in need of a pain tonic." The old woman nodded to hustle over to the side of the bed. "Praise the Lord on high for such a blessing. But I heard she has lost her memory. But I was expecting something like this with a head injury. No need to fret over such for too long, my dears. We simply need to give her time and treat her head pain for now." I felt like this old woman was a good soul. Since the others were welcoming to her presence. But I did flinch when she tapped me on the forehead. "Bad girl. You know better than to pick fights with wolves. Even if it's to protect your husband and all. But next time, try to dodge better." I rubbed at my forehead to feel a bit lost. But I soon nodded to say, "Yes ma'am."

[ularkanojo]

SP Fallen God Orochi Talisman Pass Skin Story "Sakura Night"

I. Donarium Cherry

Recently, a man had been loitering under the famous cherry tree in the mountain. Always dressed elegantly in expensive clothes, he would gaze at the cherry blossoms in a relaxed manner, with a hint of unreadable expression. Most of the time, he just stoo there staring, allowing the fallen petals to sprinkle on his shoulders, as if he would never be tired of this view.

His somewhat strange behavior could be justified, however, because this cherry tree always had the most beautiful bloom. People believe that it’s blessed by gods with love. It’s only natural for someone who truly loves cherry blossoms to be obsessed with it. Over time, the man had become a familiar sight for those who came to see the cherry blossoms. No one ever talked to him, however, because he didn’t seem very approachable.

Until one day, he briefly looked away from the flowers when he was distracted by two men talking under the tree. They were an old monk and a warrior. Unlike the usual benevolent monks, this monk looked rather sinister; unlinke the usual majestic warriors, this warrior looked disheveled and spiritless.

“You look very upset, Master,” the old monk said, “It’s a pity, for the blossoms are so attractive. Why bother coming every day if you are not in the mood to enjoy this view?”

“I’m sorry that you’re bothered by my presence,” the warrior said, “But I’m here for a reason. Please forgive me.”

The monk leaned in a little, showing his interest to know more. That would have been rude, prying into the affairs of others, especially considering that they were almost strangers. However, maybe because the warrior was feeling lonely or maybe because the listener is a monk, the warrior started to share his story.

“My wife and I were very close, but she passed away in the past winter. I loved her so much, and I still miss her every day. I just can’t let go. We used to come here for the cherry blossoms every spring, but now, she’s no longer with me, so here I am, all alone… These blossoms remind me of her, and it hurts… Alas, I would do anything to get her back.”

The warrior looked even more defeated after that. The monk, however, didn’t show any compassion at all as most would. He merely stayed silent for a while before smiling mysteriously.

“You are in luck,” the monk said, “Do as I say and come back here when the waxing crescent rises the next time. I can bring your wife back to you.”

II. Bellflower Cherry

It was a very lovely night. The cherry blossoms fell gently in the night breeze. Under the clear light of the crescent moon, they looked like a blanket of white snow in winter. This scene should have mesmerized any cherry blossom enthusiast. Unfortunately, at this hour of the silent night, not all were in the mood to enjoy it.

The warrior came as promised, not only still disheveled, but also anxious and perplexed. The tree he and his late wife used to admire the most could not interest him anymore.

“I did exactly what you asked me to,” the warrior said, “Please bring my wife back for me as promised.”

The monk nodded slightly, “Of course. You may not know who I am, but anyone who knows me knows that I always keep my promise.”

The monk turned his gaze to the box the warrior was holding with a tense grip, as if it contained something with unbearable weight.

The warrior asked, “Many say that the dead cannot be revived. Many have tried, but to no avail. Yet your task for me was... easy. Why?

The monk turned the prayer beads in his hand and softly chanted a Buddhist mantra.

“Easy?” He seemed to be asking himself, “Well, you are a warrior, so taking another person’s life is indeed easy for you, I guess. But the man you killed will never come back to life. How dare you assume that his life is worth less than your wife’s?”

The warrior didn’t know what to say. With a light wave of the monk’s shriveled hand, the seemingly heavy box was opened. The night wind suddenly rose, carrying with it the shimmering dust in the box, which then dispersed and disappeared with the dancing cherry blossom petals. Strangely enough, the cherry tree appeared even more beautiful and enchanting.

“This is interesting… Very interesting… To get the love of your life back, you didn’t hesitate to commit a sin as heavy as hers,” said the monk.

The warrior looked as if he was about to scream in shock. The monk looked straight into the warrior’s eyes, quietly folding his hands, as his pupils slowly turned into vertical slits, like those of a snake.

“Please be patient, Master,” the monk said, “Your weight has been placed on one side of the scales.”

“Though the best of spring has already passed, the late cherry blossoms are just as beautiful. Let’s enjoy them together, shall we?”

III. Weeping Cherry

The journey back from the Underworld was a long one. Day after day, the warrior waited for his late wife to return, and he finally saw her in the night when the last batch of late cherry blossoms bloomed.

The moonlight crept in through the window, casting the shadow of a woman outside onto the paper screen, outlining her beautiful silhouette. In her final days, illness had reduced her to a frail skeleton, but now she appeared as healthy and curvaceous as when they first met.

The woman knocked on the door gently, which hadn’t been heard in this household for so long. The warrior, overjoyed, jumped to his feet and rushed to the door, eager to see her, the one he had been pining for. However, as he reached the door, he stopped in his steps and felt a sudden and subtle uneasiness rising in his heart.

Since she’d been to the Underworld, was she still a human? Or had she become a ghost? If she were a ghost now, how would they be getting along in the future? He wanted to see her, but was afraid to do so at the same time.

The woman sensed his hesitation and decided to speak up.

“My dear husband, why the hesitation?”

Her voice almost brought tears to the warrior’s eyes. It was the very same voice of his wife that he was so familiar with.

“We promised we would to go see the cherry blossoms together every spring. And here I am. Please let me back in.”

But… something just didn’t feel right, thought the warrior. Yet he couldn’t put a finger on it. He cracked the door open just slightly to peek outside, wanting to confirm it was indeed his wife. Just then, he realized why it felt so strange. It used to be him on the other side, gently knocking and calling out. His sleepy wife would come to open the door for him and then extinguish the lantern she had lit for him under the eaves. The warrior was suddenly caught off guard when he met the gaze of an eye staring back at him from the other side.

“You didn’t leave the lantern on for me…” she said.

Horrified by that grim tone, the warrior smashed the door close. Realizing that he was not letting her in, the woman’s warm tone became harsh.

“You wanted me back so much that you did not hesitate to kill. Yet you didn’t leave the lantern on for me, and now you dare not even see me, shutting me out. Clearly, you’ve let go of your love for me. Then why did you even bring me back from the Underworld? Why are you doing this to me? This is all your fault!”

On the other side of the thin door panel, the curvaceous beauty had vanished, replaced with a decaying skeleton that wailed in sorrow, “Your heavy, relentless obsession has trapped me here, keeping me from attaining peace…”

The voice, once familiar, now sounded less like his wife and more like the sinister hiss of a venomous snake.

IV. April Cherry

The late cherry blossoms remained beautiful under the clear moonlight. The cherry blossom season had reached its end, yet the most beautiful and magnificent tree never seemed to be withering. It’s believed to be blessed by gods with love.

The man admiring the cherry blossoms under the tree gently shook his head and said, “The beauty of cherry blossoms lies in their cycle of blooming and falling. They flourish only for a fleeting moment, then fall delicately after reaching their peak. Whether it’s love or life, it’s more interesting to let things follow their natural course.”

Nearby, the warrior, face pale, fell on his knees in front of the old monk and pleaded, “I want to take back my wish. Please allow my wife to return to the Underworld and let her have peace.”

“I told you, Master,” said the monk, “The person you killed would never have the chance to come back to life either. How can a wish be taken back so easily? Besides, you promised to give everything, and what I asked of you was nothing to you. It’s just too late to back out now.”

The warrior tried to straighten up but felt an almost unbearable weight pressing down on his spine. He knew that it was his wife, who he had brought back to this world. For the rest of his life, he would have to carry her, along with the sin he had committed for her.

The mysterious man, actually the Serpent Lord, admiring the cherry blossoms now revealed his true form, looking down upon the suffering soul. He could see that the old monk was in fact a naga that he knew all too well, and the weight weighing down the warrior was merely an illusion created by the naga.

He hissed something, and the naga followed suit. The warrior then heard his wife on his back speak again. He looked horrified and hopeless, his eyes resembling lifeless black voids. In endless despair, he pulled out the sword on his waist. A sudden gust of wind swept through, stripping the cherry blossom tree of its blooms in an instant. The loud rustling covered the dull sound of the blade piercing flesh. The naga slithered back to the side of the Serpent Lord. Now that the warrior had atoned for his sins, the ‘wife’ he had called back from the Underworld could finally find peace and leave.

“Enjoyed yourself? That was quite a show.”

The warrior’s body transformed into a pile of cherry blossoms and collapsed like a snow mound in the wind. The naga picked up a petal in his mouth and presented it to his master. The Serpent Lord examined it for a while and then gently blew it away.

“Humans sin for love, and die because they lived. Like the cherry blossoms, they bloom and fall within a short time, leaving no traces. This world, though far from perfect, finds charm in its flaws.”

Perhaps, the Serpent Lord mused whimsically, he could make this world even more interesting.

[irenethewoman]

Mrs. Shelby - Chapter 14 - Churchill

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February 1922 London Tommy and his brothers stayed at my house for one night and then left. After I got up, I took care of some trivial matters and then left To Churchill's office. His appointment was at the Ritz, but I wanted to try my luck at his office. "Wow."

Seeing the woman taking off her clothes in his office, I just raised my eyebrows and closed the door. "Please take a seat, Madam Baroness. Although if I remember correctly, I remember that our meeting should be at the Ritz Hotel." I sat aside and calmly took a sip of the tea brought by the secretary. "The tea is very fragrant." In front of this old man like him, I'm too lazy to pretend.

He sketched his nude and I drank my tea. I also randomly picked out a book from his bookshelf and flipped through it. random The ground was just like it had been in my father's office. I've been waiting for a long time, but today's trip did not disappoint me. "Oh, God!" It's Campbell.

Hearing the familiar voice, I raised my head, supported my chin with one hand, and looked at him. Campbell saw Mr Churchill naked After taking the mannequin, he immediately lowered his head and didn't even see me sitting on the side. "Forgive me, sir, but your secretary doesn't seem to be here." In front of Mr. Churchill, Campbell's words sounded like

Like a complaining child. Thinking of this, I laughed out loud. Mr. Churchill looked over. "Sorry, sir." I said, but still with a smile on my face, "But it's funny, isn't it?

Everyone wants to have lunch. " Campbell visibly stiffened when he heard my voice. He wanted to turn around to confirm my identity, but was afraid of seeing the model's appearance. It looks very funny. I smiled even brighter. It wasn't until he found the right spot, one where he could see Mr. Churchill but avoid the model, that he saw Me on the side.

I looked at his surprised expression. He would never have imagined that I was negotiating a deal with him in a garage in Birmingham. After winning the inheritance, he became the biggest winner and qualified to appear in the office of his immediate boss. To be honest, I really wanted to show off my power and make myself look like a temptress in troubled times, so as to relieve my anger. "This is Baroness Turner."

I stood up and gave him my hand. Before he could react, he withdrew his hand and sat back gracefully. "Ireland It’s not a land of etiquette, is it? " Churchill glanced at me and told me not to go too far, but I just smiled. I am one of the important patrons of the Conservative Party One, he would not make me unhappy, at most he would give me a small warning like just now. Although Churchill appeared on the surface, he still

He is from the Liberal Party, but I know his little calculations - after all, he has also betrayed the Conservative Party. "What's so urgent? It's more important than lunch." Churchill spoke up to help Campbell. Campbell looked at me, and I stared back at him, not to be outdone. Very good, even if Churchill immediately asks me to leave now, with his look, I have already confirmed my guess. Unfortunately, we are in big trouble.

"Baroness Turner is an important patron of ours. As you can see, she is a young, wealthy, single woman who is looking for A husband worthy of her. " I frowned as I listened to Churchill's words. What does he mean? His wife is not worthy of his lordship! I They are indeed considered in-laws, but that is also the business of George I. When will my wedding turn get this eight pole? Are you worried about your relatives who can’t even afford a wife? "Sir, our manpower in Birmingham has passed the first round of testing with flying colors."

Campbell looked at me, and I took a sip of tea with a normal expression, pretending that I knew nothing. They talked openly about killing donkeys in front of me, as if they thought women should not understand these things. "To put pressure on a guy on a mission like this, you have to know his weaknesses. And I know this guy's weaknesses very well. What is it. "Campbell looked at me maliciously. As it happened, I also knew Tommy's weaknesses: his family, and me as his fiancée.

The next lunch, I faced Churchill and braced myself, pretending to be my true feelings. They just talked for a long time without mentioning the name Thomas Shelby, and Churchill never mentioned that I had been to Birmingham.

John, met Campbell, and my relationship with Tommy. I think I understand what he means. He will help me hide my past, and I can use this to choose a husband from the upper class; but as a In exchange, he asked me to give up Tommy and let them use my lover as a knife.

I was worried about Tommy and furious. Even when I got home, I was still thinking about countermeasures. This is simply a dead end! We can get around Campbell and get a little bit of life. But if you can get around that hypocrite Campbell, you have to deal with Shangqiu. Gill is such a villain, no one is good at all. If Churchill could have chosen Tommy for If we get rid of Campbell, he can get rid of us for another guy. I kept thinking about it until around two o'clock in the morning before I slowly fell asleep… "You can't come in! This is Baroness Turner's mansion! I'm calling the police!"

I was woken up by the sound downstairs. Since returning to London - apart from sleeping with Tommy yesterday - I've often suffered from insomnia; I sleep very lightly, and the slightest disturbance can wake me up. What's more, now, the sound of breaking porcelain, fighting Sounds, screams… I took out the pistol hidden under the pillow, put a coat on myself and walked out of the bedroom. I stood on the second floor and watched Sabili leading his men to do evil in my house. My concierge lies in the garden and stirs My maid was being pulled by her hair, my housekeeper and other servants were being beaten. On the floor are porcelain and The shards of glass left two more holes in my door. I know this is revenge for Tommy. But I never regret falling in love with him. "Bang!" The pistol was no longer fit for purpose, so I took the shotgun off the wall and fired at one of his men. That person was shot by me , immediately lying on the ground, blood flowing like a river. When they heard the gunshot, they immediately drew their guns and aimed at the direction of the sound.

"You forced your way into my house…and you dared to point a gun at me!" I held the shotgun and yelled at them angrily. "You must make Opposite? ah? ! A group of Italians dared to hold a gun against the baroness whom he personally named in front of the King of England's eyes! war

The war has just ended, are you declaring war with Britain? " The group of people visibly flinched when they heard me carrying out the king. They glanced at Sabi, who was unwilling to give in The ground moved its mouth and spat on my ground. "You are Diana Turner, the gypsy bastard's mistress."

I stood on the second floor, looking down at him with my head held high. "You are that Dago with the big pizza nose." (Note: Dago means Italians and Spaniards are derogatory names, just like Chinaman to us and Nigger to black people. Appear here Only for plot needs) I saw the gunman next to him move, "Shoot! If you dare, shoot in my house! Come on!"

He dares? ! As long as he hits me with this shot tonight, I will be able to seriously injure Sabi tomorrow. a gun In exchange for half of Sabi's property, it was worth it! Although Sabili didn't know that I had set fire to my hands, he also knew the danger of attacking me at this moment. risk. He raised his hand to signal the close guard not to be impulsive, and then threw something at me. "This is a gold tooth dug out of his mouth. I think you must have seen it many times. You must be more familiar with its appearance than I am."

Son, after all he must lick your pussy for many times. " Tommy… I don't have time to care about what nasty things Sabi said to me, I just feel sorry for my Tommy. That must be him living it from Tommy's mouth Digging it up alive…how dare he! But if Sabili thinks that this can make me cower in fear, then he is totally wrong. Maybe he should go to hell and the old bus Let’s have a chat and see the consequences of underestimating me. "I will use your finger to exchange for my fiancé's tooth. We'll see." Sabili just twitched the corner of his mouth in disdain. I felt like my eyes were breathing fire. He may think that Thomas Shelby is an aristocratic lady who is lucky enough to sleep in London, and that I am just a ruthless person. A talkative, incompetent lady. I do what I say. "Now, get out of my house right now! Don't let me say it a second time!"

I raised the gun again, this time I aimed it at Sabi's head. I looked at the mess in silence. "Fortunately, the portraits of my ancestors are fine." I said to myself. "Thankfully I didn't leave dad hanging outside…" "Aunt Dai Ni…" I heard Maria's voice and turned around. She must have been woken up by us. She was only wearing a thin nightgown at the moment. He stood upstairs with bare feet, his hands and feet trembling helplessly. "Did something happen at home…" "It's okay, my dear, go back to sleep." I tried my best to soothe my frozen face and coaxed her gently.

she. "Juana, go and stay with Miss Maria." When Juana came back and told me that Maria had fallen asleep, I turned around. "No need to clean up." I waved my hand and asked the servants to go back and rest. “Jenny, go to the refrigerator and get some ice packs to apply on Face, go to the pharmacy to get some medicine for everyone. Everyone, go and have a rest. Don’t talk about today’s affairs everywhere, you know? this Everyone will receive additional bonuses every month. Okay, let's all go and have a rest. "

I first called Attorney Collins and asked him to come to my house tomorrow morning to discuss important matters. Then I held it from The booklet taken out of the warehouse, compared with the furnishings broken by Sabi, calculated my losses tonight, and the hired secret agents. money from the people who protect Ada. The wool comes from the sheep, and I will ask Sabi to compensate for all these losses! I looked at my hand which had returned to its original state. The hands had recovered from past burns, and the fingers were long and beautiful. The skin is tender and fair.

"Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!" I looked at the extra handprints on my face with satisfaction. The left half of my face has become swollen. My fair face turned red from my own beating It was swollen, and the corners of the mouth were slightly bloody. I was very worried about Tommy's situation. I didn't sleep all night. I just kept looking at the dark circles under my eyes and the wounds on my face, with my hair hanging down. Sitting on the sofa, watching the dawn sun emerge little by little from the wide open door.

Attorney Collins is probably arriving soon. When Edward Collins saw the mess at Turner House, even though he and I had been through a lot together, he was still struck by the sight. I was shocked by the scene in front of me. "Is there a burglar in the house?" "Thieves are looking for money. It's best to keep silent. How can there be blood? Please write a few complaints and lawsuits for me. One copy for "Thailand" Times, one copy to Mr. Brown and Mr. Stuart, and one to Scotland Yard. With a job provided by taxpayers Capital, all the police on King's Road went on strike last night, leaving law-abiding taxpayers to be bullied by London gangsters. Ling. " "…Madam Baroness…"

I raised my head, exposing the clear handprints on my face to his sight, and Edward swallowed the persuasion that came to his lips. He has always been like a relative to me. As long as he sees me being hurt, he will choose to help me. I knew he would give in. Baroness Turner's private residence was forcibly broken into, leaving a mess in front of the entrance door. The handprints on the baroness' haggard handsome face were clear. It can be seen that… this is news that is enough to cause a sensation in London. So what if Sabili controls the police? I am Baroness Turner, the most popular of the social season, and an important figure in the Conservative Party. As one of the patrons, I could change the tide of public opinion in London. Those who either rely on my support or want to become a baroness My husband's politicians are my marionettes, quarreling fiercely in the House of Commons and telling the electorate big questions. lie. They have gained their own interests, and they must protect the interests of their sponsors. This is the law of the jungle in London. Even when facing the police chief, I was still wearing a nightgown, with my hair disheveled, and my face bare, but I slapped my own hand on my face. The seal has long since disappeared. Anyway, they are all Sabili's people, at least they received the benefits from him last night. To them, I'm too lazy to act like a reporter and I Like that in front of funded politicians. Not to mention acting, I didn't even bother to show off, I just turned my back to them and lay down On the sofa, I listened to the policemen's nonsensical nonsense. Just ask, from time to time, “Where were you last night? Why did you fail to protect taxpayer safety?” Complete? ” can be exchanged for a moment of tranquility. They would be silent, and then after a while they would continue to tell me the same nonsense in a condescending tone. talk. Although it made me upset, I just didn't ask them to leave my house. Of course I don't accept their queen. Pao apologizes, but since you have accepted Sabi's money, then come to me and beg for mercy.

In this way they can President, remember, if you see Sapele's pounds in the future, you won't act like a dog that has never seen money. Their masters don't dare to touch me at all, let alone these people. In London, I am still the baroness who controls everything and no one dares to mess with her. Like last year's gossip, I'm Everything was settled quickly. I saw Sabi's public apology letter published in The Times and received the Compensation in pounds sterling. But what about Tommy?