#he is so polite and beautiful 💚

[bugeyedfreaks]

はじめまして!

[gwaynesprincess]

Corruption - Chapter One

Summary: Your brothers covet you, unaware that you are experiencing similar feelings.

Content: NSFW, incest, wet dream, cunnilingus, humping the bed, cumming in pants, male masturbation, blowjob

Words: 1.5K

Note: Thank you to @peachysunrize for being my beta! 💚

Your soft whimpers were the most beautiful sound that Aemond had ever heard. He groaned as you tugged on his pale blond locks, and you bucked your hips against his face. He firmly pressed his tongue to your pearl, moaning as he tossed your thighs over his shoulders and pulled your cunt closer. He was perfectly content to spend forever with his head buried between your legs, drawing you closer and closer to your peak. His own pleasure was only a faint thought in the back of his mind as he frantically ground his hips against your bed, trying to suffocate himself as he mercilessly thrust his tongue into you. Your legs were trembling as your moans wound to higher pitches, your peak so close that he could almost taste it. You wailed in desperation as he began to suckle on your swollen bud, pleasure consuming you– 

Aemond woke with a gasp, immediately aware of the sticky mess in his sleeping trousers. Shame burned his cheeks as he realized what he had done. You were his sister, so sweet and innocent, and he could not stop himself from dreaming of defiling you. He desperately wanted to claim you, to make you his wife so that he could devote every waking hour to your protection and pleasure. But it was never to be, as there was too much political favor to be gained from sending you off to wed the highest bidding lord. 

He knew that political favor was the key to the survival of his entire family. Whether his elder brother or half-sister would succeed their father on the Iron Throne would be determined, in part, by which claimant could call more banners to war. But even this threat could not stop him from picturing your bare body underneath his own as he fucked you, pleasure etched on your beautiful face as he brought you to your peak over and over again until you forgot everything but his name… 

He could feel his cock valiantly trying to harden once more at the thought of you lying naked beneath him. Aemond groaned quietly and sat up, glancing around his chambers. Faint light streamed through the window, indicating that it was nearly dawn. He would need to rise soon if he was to meet Cole in the training yard. And so, he did what he had done every morning for the last few years: he allowed his sinful mind one more moment of deadly yearning, then steeled himself and rose from his bed. He did not know how much longer he could stand to exist in your presence without going mad because of his desire for you, but he refused to condemn you and the rest of his family to death because of his weakness. 

–

“Fuck,” Aegon groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he slowly pumped his cock. In his dreams, you had moaned in pleasure as he fucked your throat. He had woken up to the harsh reality of an empty bed and his aching length, though he had not hesitated to pretend that his hand was your own. He was reaching his end with embarrassing speed, but he could not bring himself to care as he desperately bucked his hips. Pleasure was rapidly building in his stomach, and he knew that he was about to burst. 

He was right on the precipice of his peak when a gentle knock sounded on the doors to his chambers. Aegon bit back a nasty greeting for the imbecile who dared to disturb him and moved his hand faster, unwilling to deny himself at the whims of some pesky servant. 

“Brother? May I please enter?” 

He whimpered quietly, the sound of your sweet, innocent voice pushing him over the edge. His back arched and he groaned loudly as he spurted ropes of pearly spend all over his stomach, frantically continuing to stroke his cock as he rode out his high. In his mind, you moaned around his length as he spilled his seed down your throat. 

Euphoria flooded his body as he lay on his bed, trembling and gasping for air. Seven fucking Hells. You knocked again, more firmly this time. “Brother? Are you alright?” 

He sighed blissfully, reveling in your concern. After a brief moment, he sat up, adjusting the sheets of his bed to hide his stained hands and stomach. “Enter, sister,” he replied, trying to keep the excitement in his voice from becoming too apparent.

The doors to his chambers opened, and you quickly entered, your violet eyes shining eagerly. His cock twitched and he bit back a groan, oversensitive as he was. “Good morrow, Aegon,” you said brightly. “Mother sent me to rouse you so that we might break our fast together.” 

Aegon groaned comically, closing his eyes and flopping back down on the bed. He did not wish to endure such an affair, even if you would be present. “And if I refuse?” he asked cheekily. 

You giggled at his antics. “Then I shall ask Aemond to join me instead.” 

Aegon’s eyes snapped open and he sat up again, a bitter pang of jealousy bursting in his chest. You might be oblivious to it, but he was well aware of his younger brother’s desire for you. Both of them coveted you, their sweet sister. He could not bring himself to sully your honor and ruin you, for you were so innocent, your heart filled with only the purest love. Aemond’s inclination to duty may keep his urges at bay, but Aegon’s resistance was driven only by his fear of losing you should you learn of his sinful desires. 

“I shall be along momentarily,” he promised. 

A beautiful smile lit up your face. Aegon felt the inexplicable urge to smile in return, a strange fluttering sensation settling in his chest as your cheeks pinked. “I look forward to dining with you, brother,” you said shyly. 

Gods, you were absolutely perfect. He wished that you would climb into his bed so that he could properly worship you. He was certain that you had never felt pleasure before, and he desperately wanted to fuck you with his fingers until you were sobbing that it felt too good. 

He knew that he was doomed to forever covet you as he watched you exit his chambers, still blushing slightly. He could never be privileged enough to caress you or make you his wife, but he was certain to spend his days yearning for your gentle touch. Aegon kept the image of your pretty smile at the front of his mind as he flopped onto his back once more. “Fuck.” 

–

You were quite concerned for your eldest brother as you hurried off to announce his acquiescence to your mother. You were certain that he had been groaning in distress when you roused him, and his cheeks were horribly flushed when he granted you entry to his chambers. Hopefully, whatever ailed him was nothing serious. 

Perhaps you ought to have asked if he was feeling alright. You could have offered to bring him water or tea, if only you had been brave enough to properly check on him! Alas, you had hesitated, fearing that strange feeling that you were often tormented by whenever your elder brothers were nearby. More often than not, Aegon and Aemond left you flustered and squirming, craving something that you could not quite name. Part of you wondered if you were being seduced by some type of sinful desire, but you always assumed that could not be the case, for you had always been taught that only men were ruled by such feelings, as only they should take pleasure in carnal acts of the flesh. 

For a brief moment, you considered consulting your mother about your predicament, but she would likely only advise you to devote hours to praying for forgiveness. While you were desperate for the fire inside of you to be quenched, you also needed to understand what it was driven by so that it would never come back. You could ask your sister for guidance, as Helaena was well-read, particularly now that she was studying to become a septa. Still, you were uncertain that she would be able to suggest anything more than prayer. 

That left you with only your elder brothers, as your younger brother was currently in Oldtown. But you could not ask Aegon or Aemond about the feeling you experienced, for the two of them were the cause of it! 

The idea took you by surprise, and you stopped in your tracks. Aegon often alluded to or spoke of what he had learned in the brothels of the Street of Silk. If he was able to sneak out almost every night, surely you would be able to make it once. You could visit one of these establishments come nightfall, and all of your questions would surely be answered. You would know for sure if what you felt was desire for your brothers, and if it was, you would learn how to stop it from consuming you. A hopeful confidence bloomed in your chest at the thought of your plan. One way or another, your torturous feelings would reach an end by the following morning.

[pogueprincess]

A Little Wicked

summary: Your captor summons you to his quarters and offers you a deal.

pairing: Aemond x Witch!Reader

word count: 1.8k

warnings: Explicit smut, power imbalance, threatening, reader is Aemond’s prisoner, dubcon, fingering 18+ MDNI

note: Inspired by Alys, of course 💚 but no physical descriptors! Idk how I feel about this but yeah…… Feedback is appreciated!

How did the saying go? When a Targaryen is born, the Gods flipped a coin? A 50/50 chance to ascend to greatness or be destined to descend into madness. It served as a reminder to the great family that dragons or not, they were mortal like everyone else. For the rest of the realm, it served as a warning: The Targaryen’s were a force to be reckoned with. Intimidating, unpredictable. When the Targaryen’s wanted something, only a fool would deny them of it or stand in their way. Aemond Targaryen was no exception to this folklore. He teetered on the brink of insanity majority of the time.

You shivered as you sat in the cold, damp dungeon. The only light came from a small barred window high up on the stone walls. You could hear the faint sound of dripping water and the occasional scurrying of rats. You wondered how long you would be trapped here.

“You, girl!” One of the burly men guarding your cell called, metal keys clanging in his hands.

“Prince Aemond Targaryen has requested an audience.”

You had been waiting this moment since you first arrived: judgement day. What would become of you? Would you be granted mercy? You weren’t even sure how many days had passed since your house was burned to ash and you were thrown in this dungeon.

Once the man unlocked the chain around your wrist, you struggled to rise to your feet, anxiety coursing through your veins.

“Come now, girl. The prince does not like to be kept waiting.

The darkness of the chamber seemed to breathe along with the prince. The room where he took solace was beautiful and spacious, but yet you found it to be almost as eerie as the dungeons. Aemond sat in a large leather chair eagerly awaiting your arrival. Across from him was a small dining table and a wooden bench big enough for two. Without uttering a word, he motioned for you to sit down. You obliged, nodding at him and smoothing your dress as you did so. Before you was a small plate with freshly baked bread and a small goblet of wine.

“You must be hungry,” he stated, “eat.”

Hungry was an understatement, you were starving. You took a rather large bite of the bread, washing it down with the wine. It was the best wine you had ever tasted. You were thankful to have something to calm your nerves.

“I’m sure you’re wondering why I’ve summoned you here.”

You swallowed the bread with quickness and wiped your mouth of any possible crumbs.

“That is correct, your grace.”

Aemond leaned forward so that his elbows were touching his knees, a fox-like grin plastered on his face.

“How polite you are,” he noted, “what do you know of me?”

Truth be told, you didn’t know much about Aemond Targaryen. You were aware of his cruelty. You knew that ever since he took over Harrenhal your life had become hell.

“You’re… Aemond Targaryen,” you blurted out, hoping he would not berate you for stating something so obvious. “You’re the second son of the late King Viserys… You were crowned prince regent not long ago, and your dragon is called Vhagar.”

You watched intently as Aemond took a sip of his own wine, silently praying you did not say the wrong thing. His Adam's apple bobbed in the candlelight as he swallowed — the longer you stared at him you realized he was actually quite handsome. Your thoughts of admiration for him were interrupted once he spoke.

“Very good. Now, would you care to know what I know of you?”

Your breath caught in your throat as he stood, striding over to approach where you sat. A knot formed in your stomach as he plopped down next to you, his good eye piercing through you with scrutiny.

“I know that you’re a wet nurse,” he began as his good eye flicked to your breasts so quickly you almost didn’t catch it.

“I know that you are a bastard of House Strong,” the tone of his voice had been laced with venom. You knew he hated your house and you knew he hated bastards. A thin line of sweat began to form on your forehead and your heart raced as you waited for the prince to speak again. Instead he inched closer, his hand ghosting over your thigh.

“As interesting as those facts about you may be, would you like to know the most intriguing of them all?”

Too overwhelmed to speak, you remained silent. Only giving him a simple nod in response.

“I know,” he stated as his large hand now gripped at the flesh of your thigh over your dress, “that you’re a witch.”

His statement made your blood run cold. Aemond’s fingers traced the edge of your jawline, lingering at your pulse point. Your breath hitched once again as his thumb brushed the throbbing vein beneath your skin.

“Isn’t that right, my sweet?”

He was correct. Your late mother had been teaching you magic since you were a young girl. You possessed the gift of foresight, being able to see into the future and the past. However it wasn’t so black and white. You had much to learn before your craft was perfected.

“I am not as powerful as you may have been led to believe, my prince.”

Any doubts you had of yourself, Aemond did not seem to agree on, he did not even acknowledge you. His hand found its way further down and under the skirts of your dress. Large fingers probed between your legs, pressing hard against your clothed sex. You tensed up, your breath leavingyour lungs. Your body betrayed you as you felt arousal blooming within you, dampening your small clothes.

Your mind raced with conflicting emotions as Aemond’s hand ventured deeper, snaking its way beneath the waistband of your undergarments. Fear mingled with desire, leaving you torn between pushing him away and surrendering to the agonizing threat of pleasure that pulsed through your veins. It's not as if you had much of a choice in the matter.

"I believe that we can be of service to one another," he whispered against your neck, licking lightly at the sensitive flesh. Two of his fingers teased at the bud between your legs, pinching at it lightly as they became sticky with your slick. A wave of pleasure rippled through you and you squirmed beneath him. Involuntarily your body jolted forward, allowing him better access to the spot he was exploring.

"Together, I believe we can conquer many obstacles and even achieve success."

You cringed as a moan escaped your lips.

"You shall remain loyal to me and me only," he said as he pushed his fingers inside of you. He chuckled darkly as your body trembled under his touch.

"The practice of your craft is to only be done in my presence," he continued as his fingers pumped in and out of you, stretching you deliciously — almost, but not quite reaching that spongy spot within your walls.

“You will use your powers to the best of your ability and for my benefit and in return, I shall spare you your life.”

Another moan erupted from within you as he hooked his digits up slightly, pressing into the spot you needed him most.

“Do you think you can be a good girl and obey my rules?”

Your cunt began to squeeze around his digits in response to the nickname.

As he grazed the rough patch inside of you and pressed firmly into it, his free hand pushed down on your stomach while he continued to thrust his fingers. You felt your body shake and tremble as your orgasm began to wash over you at an embarrassingly quick pace. Aemond watched in great amusement as you came undone beneath him. In this light you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, your hair unruly and your cheeks flushed crimson. A sight he would never grow tired of.

He removed his fingers from your slick and gave you a minute to gain your composure. You felt a wave of shame crash over your body, unable to look him in the eye. How did you succumb to him so easily? Thought in the back of your mind you had hoped wasn't going to be the last time something of this nature was going to happen.

Aemond used the same two fingers that were inside of you to grip your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“So,” he smirked “do we have a deal?”

“Yes, your grace.”

He informed you that a guard would be taking you to your new quarters as he bade you goodnight.

As you entered your new quarters, you were taken back by the luxury of it all. The walls were made of stone and there was a large, ornate canopy bed in the center, a major upgrade from your own bedroom, and an even bigger upgrade from the dungeons. To your delight, a steaming bath had been drawn for you and a fresh chemise was laid out on the bed.

This was just the beginning of your very complicated relationship with Aemond Targaryen. You were still a prisoner, you were still afraid of what was to come; but there were worse situations you could be in and perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad after all.

[chaithetics]

Where to Put My Hands

Pairing: Kid (Monkey Man) x plus size f (afab) reader Prompt: Reader having a fixation on him and his hands and him doing something about it. Word count: 1.4K (I tried to keep it concise lol) Warnings: 18+ MDNI, fluff/comfort, smut. Reader doesn't have any other physical descriptions other than being plus size. Not proof/ beta read. A/N: I'm so excited to share our first Fics for Palestine! (Learn more at that post) Our kind donator has wished to remain anon but a massive thanks to them! I hope you all enjoy this Monkey Man fic!!! Let's keep rising Dev hive! Comments and reblogs are always welcomed and appreciated! 🫶 P.S. Keep doing what you can to support Palestine! It's all important, whether it's donating, contacting your local and relevant political reps, sharing and engaging with resources and posts, showing up to local events etc. Here is a post I made with free things to do from home to help Palestine. Much love 🖤❤️🤍💚

Kid and you were lying down, he was a man of few words, even in tender moments. But you weren’t bothered, you’re holding one of his hands with both of yours, running your fingers over him. Every side of his hands and then up his forearm, exploring every inch of skin. With each day of your relationship, you’d been able to warm up a part of him that had been shut off for so long. 

He looked at you as you focused on his hands, your favourite body part of his. While you’d melted him, his hands and everything they could do had continued to melt you (in their special way) more and more each day as well. His brown eyes were warm as he took in all of you, how your eyes were fixed on his hands, the gentle touch of your hands, how the sweet smile you wear makes your full cheeks look, how your soft arms looked in the evening light. His beautiful personification of peace. 

“Is it weird that I just want to be seen by you?” His voice is quiet, it often is, and there’s a vulnerable look on his face, his eyes searching for reassurance. There’s something so warm and comforting about being in this relationship but it’s an extremely new and vulnerable feeling for him. 

“Not at all.” You whisper as you rub his wrist gently with your forefinger and thumb. “I see you.” you respond as your gaze turns to him and you smile. 

He smiles at that, clearly feeling comforted in the unexplored waters he’s swimming deeper and deeper into each day. Kid moves and presses a soft kiss to your lips, slowly deepening it as he moves his hand out of yours so he can cup your full cheeks. 

You’d initially relaxed easily into the kiss and were content with it, that was until he’d moved his hand. It was pretty rude considering it had been a strong fixation of yours lately, something he knew. “Hey,” you whispered, “I wasn’t done playing with your hands.” You whisper in a voice that sounds almost annoyed, he tries to distract you with another deeper kiss. 

“Really?” His voice has a slightly playful tinge. “Do my hands belong to you now, jaan?” 

“Yes. It’s in the relationship rules.”

“Well I better put them to good use, I suppose…” He leaned back and then sat on his ankles as he looked at you. “Because I don’t know where to put my hands...” He teases you but there’s a knowing look in his eyes. Oh, how those big brown orbs mesmerise and melt you. 

Kid uses his knee to spread your legs out and then moves so he’s kneeling between them. He caresses your soft jawline for a moment, his fingers gently holding your chin for a moment as his free hand starts to run along your thick thighs. You breathe in a sharp inhale as you look at him, you know what’s going to happen but each cell in your body is buzzing with anticipation still. 

You watch him with bated breath as he runs his fingers along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, his eyes are looking at his hands as he explores this intimate area of you. His hand that had gently been holding your chin let go, letting his fingers fall, travelling over your chest, where he gave your left breast a squeeze that made you gasp and bite your lip. 

His hands then glide along the smooth, softness of your round stomach he runs his fingers along where stretch marks and moles are and he takes a soft breath in as he looks up at you. He moves his hand over to palm you above your underwear, you let out a small whine and your head falls back. His left hand massages the plump flesh of your thigh as he continues to palm and move his hand along above your underwear, teasingly.

“Please…. Please…” You beg in desperation as your hips thrust up to try and meet his hand. To be buried against it, in desperate need of more friction and pressure. A need only he can satisfy.

He can hear the neediness in your voice, he can feel it radiating off of you, and he can feel it against his hand. He quickly pulls your underwear down, lifting one of your legs slightly so it’s off and just hanging around the other one. He moves his hands closer to your needy hole, dancing around your inner thighs for a moment. You breathe in shakily as the feeling almost tickles. 

You watch him as he palms you once again, his other hand is now gripping your round hips, starting to run his fingers around your vulva, slowly along your folds to tease you, watching your reaction. Amazed at the power he has over your body, his ability to please you with just his hands. His fingers were touching every part of you but your hole that wanted to swallow him, or your clitoris. 

Kid can see the need in your eyes, how you're looking at him letting out soft moans and gasps as he teases you. 

“Look at you, good girl… such a good girl…” He whispers in that voice that makes you let out a small whine as he rubs your bundle of nerves in a circular motion with his thumb. 

He continues and then slips a finger into your hole, it’s barely in, just a teasing taste as he watches you. Drinking in your reaction, the way your back arches and then comes back down as your hips thrust up to try and swallow more of him, to feel him deeper inside of you. Kid obliges and quickly moves his finger in deeper which pulls the sweetest moan out of you that makes him smile. 

You let out a chorus of moans growing louder as you feel him move his finger deeper and deeper as he moves it back and forth, it’s at this point that he inserts another finger which makes you whine and close your eyes. It’s an incredible sight to him as he watches this. He moves his fingers at the most perfect rhythm that he knows will bring you closer. 

He moves a hand to squeeze your breast again, to run it along your nipple as he keeps pumping his fingers in and out of you. You’re whining as it’s building up deliciously, in an overwhelming way. He brings his hand back down and he starts to give your clitoris more attention again, just as it deserves. He rubs your clitoris faster, applying a little more pressure which makes you cry out. “Does that feel good? Do my hands feel good? Is this what you wanted, what you were thinking about before?” He asks as he keeps going faster and building to that rhythm that he knows is going to make you release. 

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” You whine out as you nod frantically, you have one hand gripping his shoulder as he keeps moving. All you can think of is his touch and you know you’re on the edge, he’s bringing you there and you’re whining louder. “Go on, be a good girl…” He says as he keeps this current pace of pumping, he’d slipped a third finger in and he’s now giving equal attention to both your sweet spot of nerves and your vagina equal attention. He’s urging you to release, he knows your close. You nod and whine out as you know you’re almost there. He continues and it feels perfect, your back starts to arch as you feel your eyes roll back as you claw his shoulder and come. You come hard and it’s perfect, equally what you knew his hands would give you. Exactly what you’d been fantasising about as you’d held his hands earlier. 

You let out a deep breath, Kid gives you some time to recover from that release but he spends the rest of the night praising you as he gives you exactly what you wanted. Showing you just how he can use his hands and how good they feel.

[atinysunbaby]

Request from : @ateezluvv

⌛Ateez Maknae line having a crush on you⌛

Hyung line

🖤Choi San🖤

You have been working at KQ for a few months now, as a songwriter and you were assigned a personal space with a desk, computer and everything needed for the process of your job. During the first few weeks, the manager wanted to test your capacities and see how well you work in a group project. He sent you through days of endless work and you managed all the pressure quite well.

Your coworkers helped in making your integration easier by being nice and friendly and you adapted better than you would've expected, and the atmosphere in the workplace is always pleasant. Up till now you've participated in the writing of a few songs and small projects for both ateez and xikers, meeting ateez only briefly during a meeting.

You're first impression is that they are polite and hardworking boys and although you were aware of their beauty, you weren't ready to be hit by such powerful visuals.

Later, you were told about a project coming up and you were proposed to work with San on his solo. You meet for the first time in your studio, San's dimple popping out and greeting you early in the morning and it instantly warms your insides.

"Good morning~ I brought you a coffee, I don't know if that's alright?" He asks, sleep lingering in his voice, you can tell by the deep and raspy tone that makes goosebumps rise on your skin the moment it hits your eardrums. "Oh yes that's perfect! Thank you, really."

Your answer seems to please him, as his teeth make an appearance and his eyes almost close from the strain. He sits next to you on the extra chair you bought a few days beforehand, preparing for this day and maybe future tasks. "Let's begin!"

Now over two weeks working together with San and you can't help but feel a bit sad that the song is almost ready, having spent a lot of alone time with him made you grow attached to the kind hearted and endlessly charming man. "I think we might be done."

Those words hit you harder than you thought, it feels like a train ran you over. You don't like the way your heart aches, but it is what it is. "I enjoyed working with you San, thank you."

He smiles for the nth time, but something's different about this one, it doesn't reach ihs eyes and the dimples aren't as defined. "Yeah, uhm.. me too! I hope we can do this again in the future."

The next few minutes are filled with a tense atmosphere, the only sound heard being the shuffling around as you both clean up and gather your things. "Actually."

You almost jump at the unpredicted sound of his voice, turning your full attention to him and it shocks you to find him fumbling with his lyrics sheets, ears and cheeks red, lips pressing together making his cute dimple face unresistible. "I was wondering if you'd be interested t-to go on a date with.. me?"

You freeze for a second, being surprised and absolutely pleased from the unexpected request. "I'd be happy to, of course San."

💚Song Mingi💚

The boys decided to go out tonight and blow off some steam, drinking and dancing through the night. Mingi wasn't really up for it at first, his perfect night would have consisted of reading mangas or watching animes while eating some snacks before going to bed early, but the others convinced him and he ended up not regretting listening to them.

He's been watching you for a while now, having caught his eye almost immediately after he sat down in one of the booths, telling the others he would start the night by staying back for a bit. Now he has the perfect excuse to analyse every single details about you and he finds you absolutely stunning, you might just be the most beautiful girl he's ever seen.

He notices your smile first, so bright and full of grace, it makes his heart flutter uncontrollably and he loves it. Then his gaze trails over all of your features, your lightly made-up eyes sparkling under the dimmed lights and the way they hold so many emotions at the same time, your adorable button nose that moves whenever you talk and your lips, round and plumpy with a coat of rosy gloss for an even more seducing appearance.

He swears your hair probably smells like heaven and he wants to run his fingers through it, massaging your scalp to feel you relax under is touch. "Yo Mingi! Min- Guys we lost him, poor dude."

Your black lacy bustier, revealing just the right amount of skin to leave more to the imagination, your cropped blazer hugging your frame perfectly, the short leather skirt with a small slit on the left side, tight around your juicy thighs making him lose his mind and cute little boots to contradict the rest of your sexy look.

"What the hell dude, what even is this?" Wooyoung shrieks in disgust, elbowing San in the ribs while watching one of his best friend drooling over some bartender he's never met before. "I don't know, might wanna wake him out of his fantasies though."

"Yeah, that shit's on another level of creepiness." Yeosang states while bitting his nails in concern, his eyebrows scrunched and a judgy stare directed at Mingi. "You troublemakers leave Mingi alone, it looks like he just fell in love."

"Seonghwa. If Mingi wasn't handsome, everybody would find it creepy and don't try to deny it." Seonghwa looks at Yeosang, defeated. "Yeah, maybe you're right."

"Ok enough of this." Yunho grabs his friend by the shoulders and briskly shakes him out of his daze. Said boy looks puzzled for a minute, no clue as to why he's being disturbed. "What?"

"Are you serious? You have no idea why I had to intervene from whatever delusion was going on inside your head, like you haven't been checking that girl out for the last hour?" Mingi instantly flushes red, his thoughts having cut out most of his rationality and he had no idea it had been that long. "Just go talk to her."

"No. I can't." Mingi refuses without a second thought, feeling anxiety creep up inside of him and being powerless against it, his limbs paralyzed with fear. There's nothing he wants more than to run over to you and strike a conversation to hear your most likely angelic voice and be blessed by your beauty up close, but unfortunately for him, his body had another plan. "Hello there~ Did you guys need anything?"

"Oh yes! I think my friend here had something he wanted to ask you?" Said friend being Mingi, is ogling you and seems to have lost all of his brain cells. You're even more perfect than he imagined, your features are enhanced and the aura that surrounds you is enough to enlight his senses. The distance between you both is so short that he can smell your sweet, fruity perfume and it calms his nerves a little bit. "Umm yeah. Hi I'm Mingi."

"Y/N~" You say with a smile, waiting for him to continue with intrigue. With a sudden boost of confidence, Mingi speaks up in hopes to be rewarded for his effort. "You're absolutely gorgeous and seem nice so I'd like to take you out on a date sometime- if you want to of course! Would you mind if I gave you my number?"

❤️Jung Wooyoung❤️

"I don't mean to tell you how to do your job, but I think this step is wrong." Wooyoung speaks up with uncertainty in his voice, it looks like he doesn't want to offend you, which is not the case. You've been teaching him a choreography for a new dance cover and have been at it all day, somehow you're tiredness must have taken control over your body, because you're usually fully focused. "Yeah you're right sorry."

"No that's ok, don't worry about it. Hey do you need a break- or we can stop for the day?" He's genuinely so sweet, you're supposed to be the one taking care of him, but he's taken that part very seriously. Making sure you stay hydrated every once in a while, getting you some snacks in order for you to have enough energy, checking the time to make sure you take breaks over the span of a few hours and whenever there's a slightly sudden movement in the routine, he checks up on you through the mirror, making sure you didn't hurt yourself. "No need, all good- Well, do you want us to stop though?"

You turn around, facing away from your reflexion to look at the boy, only to find his concerned stare already on you, searching for any sign of discomfort through your features. "We can keep going for a bit, but let's finish up soon."

"Alright then, let's start from here." You press play on your phone, the music coming through the speakers and you immediately get to dancing, Wooyoung following suit.

He did notice how exhausted you look and it doesn't help that he 'accidentally' heard the conversation you had with your best friend over the phone while on your lunch pause. You were whispering, but he couldn't help being nosy as usual and found out that you've had a bad recent break up, barely sleeping and eating, your nerves hard to control at times.

For the rest of the day, he felt a foreign sentiment in the pit of his stomach, there's also a familiar anger. One thing he's sure of, it's that he wants to pay a visit to the person who hurt you this badly and do much worse to them. "Wooyoung? Hey, are you ok?"

You wave your hand in front of his face, heart beating rapidly because of fear and worry, he's been standing still for over a minute, eyes fixed on the floor and filled with an emotion you can't quite make out. "Wooyoung!"

You try to step back, as he suddenly grabs your wrist. You seen to have woken him up, out of his weird trance, but you end up almost bringing the both of you on the hard ground as a result. "Shit! Are you alright?"

You can't focus on any word he's saying, the muscular arm that's wrapped around your waist and the feeling of his strong fingers squeezing your hip making you feel a bit dizzy. "Y/N?"

You look up at the soft call of your name, liking the way it came out of his mouth. For the following moment, you just look into each other's eyes, no words needing to be said, until Wooyoung breaks the silence. "Can I kiss you?"

🧡Choi Jongho🧡

"Cut! Jongho you need to look into her eyes, got it?" Jongho nods his head in agreement, saying a soft 'understood' to further show his understanding, but from next to him you can easily make out the faint blush spreading from the tip of his nose, all the way to his ears and the side of his neck.

For this scene, his character has to gaze into your eyes while confessing and keep a confident front, but Jongho keeps failing, not being able to keep eye contact with you for more than a few seconds. "Don't be nervous, just look at me and you'll be fine."

You try reassuring him, ignorant to the fact that you just made him even more of a nervous wreck and no matter how much he wants to be able to calm down from the sound of your voice, he can't. The truth is that he's started to develop the biggest crush on you and it's the first time he can't hide his feelings.

Everybody knows how good of an actor Jongho is, ense the reason why the staff and even you, are pretty surprise at his lack of self-control. "Why don't you guys take a ten minutes break? Maybe, go over a few lines together."

"Thank you!" You bow to the director and grab your co-actor's hand, unconsciously interlacing your fingers and the boy follows without fussing. With no doubts, he cherishes the moment, especially as you're the one who initiated the skin contact. Although he knows there isn't any another motive behind it, other than bringing him with you to a specific destination.

You find a quiet and slightly closed space, in hopes to make him feel more comfortable, but he actually appears to have the opposite reaction. Having for mission to keep a big distance between you two, Jongho almost rams into the wall behind him when you step forward to start a conversation.

His heart aches the moment he has a glimpse of the hurt expression on your face, you're quick to mask it, but it's already too late. You glance at him through your lashes when you hear a deep sigh coming out of him, followed by a nervous laugh with a hint of pain in it.

You watch curiously as he runs his hands over his face and he straight up looks at you without flinching away this time. "I like you. I did for a while now, but it's too much for me to keep hiding my feeling anymore."

"Wow you did it! I knew you could, but you know that's not exactly your line right? You're supposed-" He gasps like a fish out of water, trying to comprehend the situation. Only to painfully realise that you thought this was him acting and he suddenly feels like throwing himself off a building. "N- No wait that's not- I wasn't practicing.."

"Oh.." You immediately shut your rambling mouth, confused more than anything, but eventually, grasping the seriousness in his demeanor and hoping to make the poor guy's life a little easier, you speak up. And he's almost on the verge of imploding at the time your voice rings in his awaiting ears. "Well then, you probably wouldn't mind practicing the kiss scene?"

[watermelonsugacry]

Could you do a blurb showing how Harry and 1dbandmate!yn reacted over the years when asked in interviews if they were a couple?? please 🙏

Always Asked

A/N: been in a writing funk lately but i'm happy i got this one done since i miss writing and posting to you all!! 💚

SUMMARY: Snippets of interviews over the years from when YN and Harry were asked if they were dating. (3.4k)

GENRE: 1dbandmate!yn, famous!yn

SINCE 2010 masterlist

2011:

Never in a million years did YN ever think her dream career would start so soon. It’s only been a year since she auditioned for the XFactor and now she’s sitting at a table next to her bandmates as hundreds of fans go down the line to get a copy of their freshly signed album. 

With copious amounts of screaming comes along an abundance of questions thrown at the teenagers. Most of the time, it’s YN giving the screaming fans a beautiful smile, asking them how they are, and thanking them for their kind words before passing the signed CD case to Harry. With all the excitement in the air, she feels like she’s truly living the pop star lifestyle she’d seen many others live out.

“Hiya, love,” YN smiles at the preteen girl who’s practically vibrating with excitement at seeing the famous band. She also gives a polite greeting to the supportive dad of the young girl who has his hands on his daughter’s shoulders. “How are you? I love your shirt.”

She compliments, smiling at seeing the young girl wearing a shirt with YN’s face on it. 

“My dad got it for me for my birthday!” The little fan beams.

“Did he?” YN animatedly gasps with a smile. “Well, it was nice of him to take you over here, yeah?”

She signs the CD case with a heart over her name before sliding it over to Harry. His fingers brush over hers and the two of them catch each other’s gaze. A smile tugs on their lips before looking away just as quickly. 

“Are you two dating?” The young girl practically screams out, her eyes bouncing back and forth excitedly between YN and Harry. 

The two teenagers tense up, thrown off by the question in such a crowded place. Their management team is still media-training them and while they’ve learned so much already, they’re still getting used to taking what they’ve learned out into the field.

YN and Harry give each other a look, already knowing the answer but searching in one another’s eyes for maybe a smidge of something more.

“Lilly!” The dad scolds before letting out a chuckle. “Sorry about that.”

“Don’t be,” YN shakes her head with a smile, hoping it's convincing enough to not cause any suspicion. “Sorry Lilly, but Harry and I aren’t dating because quite frankly—” She beckons the little fan closer, cupping her mouth but still being loud so her bandmate can hear, “—he has cooties.”

Harry’s immediately furrowing his brows together and lets out a long and playful, “Hey!”

“Ew!” Lilly laughs, seeming satisfied with that answer before waving goodbye and walking towards the rest of the band.

Before they can dwell on what just happened, thankfully the next fan shuffles over for their own interaction and signed copy.

2012:

The band is at their first Brits Awards show and needless to say, they all got a little tipsy after their win. Their team didn’t even have time to give them a snack or water bottle to help sober them up a little bit before their backstage press interviews.

“Harry, how will you guys be celebrating tonight?” A journalist asks from the crowd.

“Erm,” Harry giggles to himself and it makes YN tipsily follow from her spot next to him. The hand that isn't gripping onto their award goes to cover her smile. “I think we’re just gonna hang out and stuff.”

“YN? Is there any lucky man whom you will be celebrating with?” Another voice in the sea of reporters asks.

“Nope,” YN raises her eyes with a tipsy smile and a slow shake of her head. She shakes her thumb towards her boys with a click of her tongue. “Just these lads.”

“Any lucky lad in particular? Perhaps a curly-headed one standing next to you?”

Almost as if it was planned, the two teenagers comically look beside each other, cranking their necks in playful search of who the intrusive lady was referring to.

“Me?” Harry dramatically questions, pointing to his chest with a bright, open-mouthed, dimpled smile gracing his face.

“Well, I mean he is part of the band, is he not?” YN sassily purses her lips together, her media-training to retain her “good girl” image slipping out of her alcohol induced brain. 

Thankfully, before anything could be escalated further by the tipsy girl, the intrusive press, or the snickering boys, a member from their management team instructs the audience to move onto another person.

2013:

“You guys have known each other for what seems like forever now and your bond with the rest of the guys is so strong...” 

YN reaches forward for a sip from her glass of water on the panel table in her seat in between Harry and Niall. It’s been a long week for the band as they do press for their new movie, This Is Us. They’ve been thrown left and right with interviews that YN can’t help but already be done with the repetitiveness of some of the questions.  

“So then we’re all clearly curious to know if you and Harry are dating?”

“Nope,” YN pops the ‘P’ and shakes her head as if her actions were automatically programmed to respond in that way. She casually waves her finger between the two boys beside her, “But him and Niall are though.” 

The crowd of press people laugh and chuckle as they see Naill gasp and Harry raise his eyebrows in playful shock.

“I mean, you kinda pointed it out,” YN puts on her media-trained smile good enough to win an Oscar. “These lads are like my brothers and our bond is so strong because we see each other more like family than anything else. I see them more as annoying than someone I'd rather date, to be honest,” she forces out a light laugh. 

“Plus, as YN so kindly pointed out,” Harry leans on his elbows on the table as he looks to his crush next to him. YN can see his dimple dig into his cheek as he fights off a smirk. “M’happily in a committed relationship with Niall.”

Harry doesn’t take his eyes off of his bandmate as he leans back into his seat. He watches as she tucks her chin into her chest, her fingers rubbing over her lips to cover her giggle as the rest of the room breaks out in commotion.

2014:

“Can we assume that the rock on your finger is from a certain curly-headed lad?” The woman who’s interviewing them for the band’s new book Who We Are excitedly asks. 

The band are all sat on an L-shaped couch as they discuss the contents of the hard cover book. Sat in between Zayn and Niall, YN purposely avoids her gaze from Harry as she answers.

“No,” YN lets out a forced chuckle as she looks down to fidget with the diamond ring on her finger. Anyone who has looked at more than three pictures of YN can tell that her favorite pieces of jewelry are her assortment of rings along her fingers. But only true fans know that part of her liking to the small jewelry is to help her fidget with them when she has anxiety. It’s an odd feeling however that the newly gifted one has been the cause of her increase in nerves. “It’s um, from me boyfriend—well, fiancé now—Matthew. Harry is like a brother to me so that would be quite weird.” 

“Of course! I was only teasing, love.” The woman laughs with an over-exaggerated smile, clearly disappointed in the answer she was given. “Congratulations to you both.”

“Thank you,” YN forces a smile, still twisting at the shiny ring that sticks out like a sore thumb.

2015:

“YN.”

“James.” She says with the same amount of playful seriousness, the audience in front of them laughs along. As the date of the band’s long-awaited hiatus comes closer and closer, their good friend James Corden interviews them in the same location where they filmed the music video for Story of My Life. 

“Harold,” the host directs his attention to the band member sitting next to her.

The fans in the crowd only giggle in giddiness even further as Harry playfully throws a hand up in confusion with what the fans call his ‘frog’ smile. 

“Now, we are all truly devastated when we heard the news that you and your long-time partner had called it quits a couple of weeks ago.” The audience laughs when James comically shakes his head no. YN even lets out a laugh when she sees the fans in the audience cheer at the news of her new relationship status. Despite the support she feels from the fans, it doesn’t necessarily calm the nerves at why the host brought the topic up in the first place. “Now we’re also all wondering if this may have possibly opened up, I don’t know, an opportunity for you to seek something with another lad?”

“Um,” YN lazily holds her microphone to her lips as she gives James the news that will hopefully shut down the conversation. “I think m’gonna just focus on myself for a bit. Yeh know, take a break from dating and all that.”

The room breaks out into chuckles when the host makes noises like he doesn’t believe her. He wags his interview cards in the air as he says, "I mean, both of your writing credits on some love songs tell me otherwise..."

Truthfully, the two friends can't deny that logic. They've either individually or co-wrote a plethora of love songs...that may or may not have been about each other. But will they ever admit that to a room full of their fans who have been shipping them since their XFactor days? Hello no.

“Well, the beauty that YN and I see in music is that songs are always up for interpretation," Harry interjects. "They can mean anything you want them to be, in any sort of scenario.”

“Yeah, like, lyrics don’t always necessarily have to come from a place of experience,” YN adds on, professionally keeping her voice from wavering in nervousness. “It certainly helps but that’s not always the case. Especially now.”

She can’t help but laugh along with the rest of the crowd as James holds an expression like he doesn’t believe a word they said.

“Okay, fine. Deny it all you want,” James puts his hands up defensively. “I just...I don’t know, I just think that this could really be Something Great.”

The room of fans (and die hard ynrry shippers) squeal and scream out in a mixture of excitement and disbelief from his use of the One Direction songs that are heavily speculated to be about YN and Harry. 

“Whatever, it’s your guy’s decision at the End of the Day,” James continues nonchalantly, trying to hide the smile that shows that he knows exactly what he’s doing. 

Fans’ eyes bounce back and forth between the two band members in question. They see as YN has her hands clasped together on her crossed legs, biting the inside of her cheek to keep her witty comments to herself. Harry, on the other hand, leans his elbow on his knee with his index finger over his smirk. He tries to cover up his chuckle with a cough to his fist before pushing back his long curls. 

“All we want is for you guys to live Happily ever after, is all.”

2017:

“Now, both of you little sneaky sneaks went to Jamaica together to make his album. Come on, tell me I’m wrong,” Nick Grimshaw teases, wiggling his fingers in a beckoning motion.

The two were currently on BBC Radio with their good friend that they’ve known since their days in the band. Dropping their first solo albums in the same week caused their fan bases to go into a frantic frenzy. The two have a full day ahead of them as their record labels and management teams paired the two up for a day jam-packed with press and interviews together.

“You are not wrong,” Harry laughs, adjusting the chunky headphones over his ears. He’s already rolled up his white button-up sleeves and discarded his picnic table-looking blazer to lay on the back of his chair.

“Sneaky sneaks?” YN chuckles next to him, leaning her elbows on the counter and moving her hips to rotate her swiveling seat from side to side.

“Well, I only say that because you guys are obviously dating now, right?”

“Do girl and guy best friends always have to be dating?” YN easily swerves the question back to the radio host.

“Well,” Grimmy tilts his head from side to side. “Not necessarily, but wouldn’t that be a good story? For your future kiddos perhaps?”

YN and Harry bark out a laugh.

“Sorry, m’getting ahead of myself. Maybe you lads would want to save that for your wedding day instead.”

“Can I swear on the radio?” YN playfully yet genuinely asks the host which makes Harry giggle.

“But I mean, what are your fans—and quite frankly, the rest of the world—supposed to think when a good majority of the songs on his album are about you, Miss Two Ghosts?” Nick teases with a wiggle of his eyebrow.

YN’s jaw humorously drops, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as a nervous laugh threatens to escape. The two knew that they would get poked and pried with questions and accusations like this since their trip to Jamaica. There’s no use in trying to deny their close relationship with one another, spending more time with one another than any of their fellow band members since the start of the hiatus. 

Unable to quickly come up with an explanation, being so caught off guard, she turns to the only other person she can trust. 

“Jenny?” YN playfully calls for her manager who’s behind the glass window of the radio studio, leaning forward to look at her despite Harry in the way. 

“Help me, Jeffery,” Harry playfully pleads to his manager as well.

“No, no Jeffery. Jenny, get back in your chair, young lady.” Nick points out for the listeners who can’t see what’s currently happening. “Alright, I’ll stop, I’ll stop,” The host waves his hands, seeing the two visually calm down at the news. “Now, I’ll just play the one Harry wrote about YN. This is Two Ghosts!”

Harry playfully yells out an “Oh, no!” as he pushes himself away from the desk. YN lets out a humored scream at the same time, taking off her chunky radio headphones and tossing them onto the desk. 

2020:

“Okay, a big question that I’ve been getting on Twitter since it was announced that the two of you would be on here today,” Roman Kemp waves a hand in front of him at the Capital FM Breakfast Radio headquarters as he looks onto the two pop stars in front of him on the Zoom call. The couple can be seen in two separate rooms: Harry in a naturally lit room while YN sits against one of the brick walls in her bedroom.

Harry has his purple robe on that his girlfriend gifted him a couple of years ago, looking as comfy as ever since he doesn’t have to get dressed up to go outside for anything lately due to being on lockdown. 

YN on the other hand, didn’t want to miss the opportunity to get dolled up. Well, at least from the waist up. She wears one of her silk button-up blouses with her last name embroidered on the left chest, her hair neatly done up in a slick ponytail and her make-up nicely done. When she got complimented on her look, she clumsily lifted her leg up to show off her heart-decorated, fluffy pajama pants.

“And I feel like both of your fan bases combined would come out of quarantine to quite literally murder me if I don’t ask you guys this...” YN and Harry keep a mutual face on as they wait to hear what the host has to say. “We all know that you guys are an official couple now, but are you guys physically staying together at the moment? Like, are you guys living together or at the same house or...?”

The couple takes a second to process the intimate question. As Harry parts his lips to answer, he’s interrupted by his girlfriend speaking first. 

“Y’know, we’re kind of tired of getting questions like this. I don’t think it’s really appropriate for other people to know about that kind of stuff,” The crease between YN’s eyebrows becomes more apparent and her shoulders move sharply after letting out a deep sigh.

“Oh, I-I’m so sorry if I offended you guys—” The radio host quickly begins to retract.

“M’sorry but I think m’actually gonna log off now. Erm, thank you for having us.” YN curtly nods before the host and Harry’s faces fill the screen, both with wide eyes at the unexpected reaction from the go-happy pop star.

“Wait, did that really just happen?” Roman and the other two interviewers are deers in headlights, his eyes bouncing around the screen to make sure what just took place. 

“I think so,” Harry sighs. “It’s just a sensitive topic for us, y’know. I can’t really blame her for what she did,” He professionally hides his smile as he hears the quick pad of footsteps coming down her spiral staircase.

“I really meant no harm, it’s just—”

“It’s just really hard to keep our private life private, you know?” Harry drags on with a deep sigh. “And it's just really hard for us to have to answer things like this. Like, we don’t really know what you guys expect us to do when...” Harry’s dimples dig into his cheeks, a boyish giggle comes tumbling past his lips when YN peaks her head sideways in front of his laptop camera.

“YN!” Romans scolds with a bright smile, infinitely relieved he didn’t just make enemies with the world’s favorite female pop star. He dramatically throws a hand over his heart.

“Sorry, I’m sorry! It was just too good and Ro, I think you’re the only one that would be able to handle a joke like that.” YN laughs as she slides in close to her comfy-looking boyfriend.

“So I’m assuming this confirms my previous question?” The host asks excitedly.

“Yeah,” Harry smiles fondly at his love, discreetly wrapping an arm around her waist that’s low enough to not be shown on camera. “We’ve been living at YN’s place in LA for a couple of weeks now. And yeah, it’s been fun.”

2022:

In a full black suit, Harry is escorted to the next interviewer on the red carpet for the premiere of My Policeman. After a couple of initial questions, the eager woman asks, “Last thing before you get whisked away, on behalf of the fandom and everyone else on this planet, we just want to send a massive amount of love to you and YN.”

“Thank you very much,” He nods, putting a hand over his heart and trying his hardest to keep the growing smile on his face at bay. 

“And we are all just dying to know,” She takes a quick, excited glance back to the camera. “If you’re going to drop the big question soon?”

Harry can’t help but huff out a laugh, the kind where his dimples dig into his cheeks and the crows feet appear next to his eyes. If they only knew that YN kept the ring he gave her—the ring that signifies their promise to become husband and wife on their anniversary—at home for the sake of privacy and for this very reason. 

“Um,” He looks up in fake contemplation before giving her a cheeky shrug. “I dunno. Maybe. Maybe not. Who knows?”

“Well, best of luck to you both.”

After being escorted away, the camera doesn’t stop filming Harry as he goes over to stand next to his fiancée on the red carpet. Although the camera can’t pick up what YN says to Emma Corin that makes the actress laugh, her beaming smile turns to Harry when she feels his hand on her back. He can’t hold back from planting a loving peck on her cheek before the two are escorted to their next section on the red carpet. 

2023:

On a show in Cardiff, Harry adjusts a flag on his shoulder as he walks around the catwalk on stage. As he begins to sing Satellite, he makes a stop to sing to a group by the barricade. 

It’s nothing new to YN and Harry’s respective shows when fans bring signs with something on it to get the artists’ attention. Honestly, it’s become one of the parts of the show they look forward to the most.

So when Harry’s eyes move over to a newly raised sign that says ‘shag?’ on it, he breaks out into a smirk. Part of the fun of when fans bring signs is that there’s always a handful that asks these sorts of questions: Are you single? Can I have your number? Are you dating? 

It’s not so much the content written on the signs that makes the interaction so enjoyable; it’s the response that he gives. 

Because all Harry does is break out into that dimpled, love sick smile that YN can’t get enough of and happily points to his wedding band.

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Ik this is sorta late depending on time zones and this ask being cheesy as hell but what would the Riddlers do for Valentine's Day with reader? Something cheesy asf? Or not celebrating it at all? I wanna know I'm curious as hell now

Valentine's Date

Riddler Headcanons gosh i rushed so fast to get this done today!! luckily, it was a blessing as work was SLOW! so here are the boys and how they would celebrate valentine's day in my mind because i am down bad for them all and live in a fantasy world where they would all try and do something nice for you 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: suggestive stuff but it's mostly fluff!!

young justice

i can almost guarantee that if you're spending valentine's day with him, it'll be the first one he's had with a partner

so he is pushing the boat out. or... as best as he can... what with the nerves

he wouldn't do something too extravagant, not too fancy or big. that would only increase the number of people he might embarrass himself in front of

he's far more keen on taking you to a quiet, unexpected but comfortable restaurant with quiet music and only a few tables, so he can talk to you and hear you properly

he'd buy you a single rose, hire the violinist to play a song by your table, your favourite tune

no dancing, he's got two left feet, but he will reach across the table and hold your hand, stroking it with his thumb and looking into your eyes

and when he takes you home, he'll walk you to your door and offer you a shy, reserved kiss

whether or not you pull him through the door by his tie and ravage the poor beast is up to you

unburied

he wouldn't actually ask you out for valentine's day

he'd give you a rant about capitalism and how it's a made up holiday and that you should keep your calendar clear anyway just in case he decides to do an ironic date

you'd think his goal was to embarrass you, in fact, because he's showing up to your house with a little remote control and blasting your favourite song out of every speaker system you own

"hey, sh... don't ask how i know your favourite song or how i got control of your devices. just... stop thinking about it. hey. hey! you're thinking about it... don't think about it, sh you're too pretty to think about it. let me think about it, i'm smarter and prettier"

dinner isn't anything too special either. takeout pizza on a rooftop in gotham somewhere. it could be romantic though, and it would be to someone desperately in love with him like you

listening to him talk about light pollution, asking if you want to hear some riddles about constellations, pointing out the various places he's hid from his enemies

it's not traditional by any means, but it is oddly romantic. dinner, music, time alone under the dulled stars. maybe that was his plan all along

gotham

oh we are going WHOLE HOG here for valentine's day!! you know he's an old romantic, a sweet and gentle soul

so don't think for a moment that you'll be seeing any other people that day, your attention will be solely focused on each other

he's sent, uh... someone has sent in some miscellaneous threat to your workplace, so luckily for you(!) you're not required to go in! SO SURPRISE!! he's here to make you breakfast

and then a brief walk down some of the quieter streets, where he might be brave enough to ask if he can hold your hand

once you're at his apartment, you're in for some respectable but tension filled cuddles on his sofa while you watch some classic romance movies

and then he's making a beautiful three course meal for you both! pressed tablecloth on his little dining table, roses in a conical flask, candles in test tubes (is he stealing these from work?)

he'll feed you little bits of food, wiping your face with a napkin, staring into your eyes dreamily

and then the night will end with a perfect and very polite kiss that you'll wish wouldn't end

telltale

he knows how to do romance, he's been around long enough. it's more a question of whether he can be bothered to celebrate

but he'll pull himself together and act the perfect gentleman for you, regardless of how tired he is after a day of committing violent/cyber crime and being oddly agile for a man in receipt of a state pension

(a fact which will come in handy at the end of the evening...)

he'll start off the evening with the traditional gifts. a box of expensive chocolates or candy, perfectly suited to your dietary requirements of course. and a bouquet of flowers. not roses, but your favourites. he knows they'll make you happier

he's not one for being out in public, what with the whole "is he dead" thing, so you'll be dining in BUT to make it special, he has hired a discreet personal chef to provide the food for the evening

slow, quiet jazz playing in the background, just you, him, and the waiters he has hired and has threatened under extreme violence to keep their mouths shut about this particular shift

could it get any more romantic??

arkham

bless his heart but this eddie is forgetting that it's valentine's day until you're handing him a card, grasping it between his dirty fingers, smudging the soft pink colour with grimy fingerprints

then, you'll endure a fifteen minute long lecture about why you should have at least had the sense to warn him in advance, or to remind him, since you know how he can be

and when he's done, he'll be pushing you out of the room, getting rid of you so he can "finish his important work" and only then can you consider "doing something for this silly holiday"

really, he's just looking for an excuse to get you away so he can work on your very last minute present without you seeing

which of course, he'll present to you as though he had been pretending to forget all along

"i made you this, it's a symbol of our relationship"

it's the remnants of a neon question mark bent into place to resemble a heart. and there's hot glue still drying on it. and a screw stuck to it

but it's the thought that counts, and the thought is there! after all he loves you enough to have lied and put aside his important welding or whatever to haphazardly craft the lie

dano

for him, valentine's day is about showing your love for someone. because you can love them every day, but this is an excuse to make a display out of it

so expect a myriad of gifts, food, perfumes, vouchers, jewellery, stuffed animals, flowers, a handmade valentine's card

enough that it makes you guilty (and enough that you wonder if he really has just been saving all his salary instead of spending it on... furniture or therapy)

then, the personalised activities! most of which involve you doing his quiz all about you and your relationship with him, solving several riddles that lead you to a hidden compartment in the wall of his bedroom (weird.) where he's stuffed his poems to you (sweet!) which he will then recite to you, stuttering over the words and blushing the whole time

but it's not enough for him, he wants to shout it from the rooftops, show the world how much he loves you and appreciates you

he's had all this love bottled up for so long with no one deserving to give it to! let's just hope it comes out in a healthy way...

btaa

he's swooping in to your apartment very late at night

"it's only 11pm, it's still valentine's day mi amorrrrr"

look, he's very sorry that he wasn't able to spend the day with you, and that he's incredibly late to the dinner you had planned

but he's a busy little criminal, he has so many things to do AND he had to do it all by himself because he gave miss tuesday the day off so she could go on a date of her own and-

oh see! you've changed your mind now, no longer grumpy, because he was actually doing something kind for someone else

he really is a generous soul, emphasised by the fact that the reason he was late was because he was pulling off a perfect heist in a jewellery store uptown

so... did you save any leftovers for him? or is he going to have to return this beautiful ring/watch/necklace he bought you?

twojar

he's a curveball, like seriously give you whiplash kind of valentine's date

you think it's going to be a very standard evening, after all there you both are in black tie best, sipping expensive champagne, him talking about himself while you try hard not to stare at his tits

but when the meal is finished, he goes to pay in secret and then rushes you out into a car with tinted windows, and it's lucky he can get you so hot and flushed and eager that quickly, since it's not long before you arrive at the next spot

a strip club

which is? i mean not a traditional valentine's day date location, but it could be very hot

and he's booked one of the private rooms for you both, so at least you won't have to hide your blushing cheeks from the rest of the guests

but it becomes very obvious that there isn't a dancer coming to entertain you, and you worry that he expects you to get up there and put on a show, which would be a disaster because you haven't planned anything and-

"happy valentine's day"

ah. of course. why would the world's most self-absorbed man think you would want anything else for valentine's day than a private strip tease from him

and he's annoyingly very right in that assumption

btas

he absolutely does the most! and the most is often cheesy and dorky and therefor a million times more precious

the kind of guy who would buy you a rose for every day he's known you, regardless of how many days he has known you

the kind of guy who gets those little personalised lego figures made of you and him, or gets a plushie of him to give to you so he'll always be near you (and you know he's putting the personalised message in if he gets it from build a bear)

he knows your favourite starter, main and dessert are all from different restaurants, so he's made the reservations at all three with plenty of time for romantic rides in the back of cabs between each stop

it's important he has plenty of time to cover your neck with kisses, and for you to tell him how adorable he is

and then, because he is the cheesiest but in the best way, it's more than likely he'd use valentine's day as an excuse to propose to you, so he's down on one knee under the cloudy gotham night sky to ask you to marry him (and you're obviously not going to say no)

zero year

he doesn't do valentine's day, what a waste of time! he's nice enough to you the rest of the year, why should there be one day where he has to do something extra fo-

oh? oh! oh ok, if it means you have to do something for him too, then he's down for it

yes... that sounds like a wonderful excuse to get up to some mischief... (it's concerning how evil his little face looks when he's supposedly considering activities for the most romantic of holidays...)

although, why bother going out somewhere on a date, it's such a waste of time and effort

he has to keep his energy for more important things, and speaking of... he can think of very few ways to spend an evening that are better than taking you into the bedroom and sharing an exchange of giving for a few solid hours

no need to wear something nice, it's only going to get stripped off

no need to get him a gift, you'll be giving him plenty

and no need to eat something, he'll make sure you don't leave hungry, trust him

[satorusugurugurl]

The Vampiress and The Hunter

Summary: When you town suspects you of being a vampire, they send their local vampire hunter to deal with you. Not expecting them the be a longing between you both.

Pairing: VampireHunter!Fushiguro Toji x Vampire!AFABReader

Word Count: 3.8K

Warnings: mentions of u a living, blood drinking, vampire, oral sex (f!rec) hand job, sex unprotected sex creampie.

A/N Kinktober Day Thirteen! Vampire Hunter! I loved this idea, so it sort of came alive! 💚💚💚

“Alright, Mr. Fushiguro.” Toji watched you closely as you typed in your computer, humming as you examined the chart on the screen. “Your blood looks good, along with your vitals.” You pushed yourself across the room towards him. “And you're not on any antibiotics or medication?”

“Nope.” He took in your ashen-colored cheeks, which not everyone would notice with the rouge you wore, but he knew how to look for these things since he hunted your kind for a living.

The mayor of your town had hired Toji to exterminate the vampire living among them—their tiny town in the rural woods. Several animals, like livestock and small pets, had been killed, and from the looks of it, it was done by some sort of wild animal. But people started talking about how strange it was that these attacks started right after the new doctor at the blood bank moved to town.

They deemed you as a vampire and hired Toji to kill you. He, of course, had to do his own investigation, and things weren't looking so good in your favor. You rarely went out during the day; if you did, you were bundled up in clothing and carried an umbrella. You also worked on the night shift at the Blood Bank. And the evidence was pointing at you from the blackout curtains at your house to the cold touch of your skin against him. You were undoubtedly a vampire, and he would have to kill you

Which was a shame because you were fucking beautiful.

He was stunned at your elegance and beauty. You were so proper, kind, and polite. If only you weren't a murderous, bloodthirsty creature. He might have asked you out to dinner sometime.

“Alright, we’ll go ahead and start the process. When you're done donating blood, you must wait here for fifteen minutes so we can monitor you. Do you have any questions?”

“No, thanks, doc.”

Getting a close look at you was the last thing he needed to do before he jumped into action. And from your closed lips, smiles, and ashen skin, Toji knew you were what everyone in town assumed. A vampire, one that was soon to meet her untimely end. Which was always his least favorite part of this job.

But it needed to be done. Later that night, Toji snuck into your house with his duffle bag of wooden stakes, holy water, a crucifix, and garlic. But he pulled out one of the wooden stakes and approached your bedroom. A wave of nausea and unease settled in the pit of his stomach.

Something about this felt wrong. He didn't want to hurt you but had already been paid in full. Plus, all of the evidence suggested that you were a vampire, so why was he feeling so shitty about having to do this? Perhaps it was because he undoubtedly was attracted to you and not because since you had moved into town, you both had been flirting, and he thought maybe he could take you out.

Sadly, that was not in his cards of fate.

He cautiously made his way into your bedroom, and here, you soundly slept in your canopy bed. Lightning flashed outside, illuminating the room as he inched towards you, wooden stake in hand. It would be a quick job (that he hated) in and out. But an ass you stood above your stake raised above his head to stab into your chest; he did something he had never done in his entire career.

He hesitated; he didn't plunge the stake down; he just stared down at you as you peacefully slept in a red slick nightgown. He was watching as your chest rose and fell with each breath. How was it you were such a beast but so pretty?

He gritted his teeth, continuing to stare at you as a loud clap of thunder shook the windows of your house, pulling you out of a deep sleep. With a few blinks, your vision adjusted to find the man you had been pinning after standing above you with a wooden stake. You didn't scream or bed for mercy; you just lay there, hair sprawled out over silk sheets, and you frowned.

“You figured it out?”

“Yeah.” He whispered, trying to stop his hands from shaking. “The mayor told me you had been killing the animals, and we can't have that.”

You slowly say up on your elbows, cocking an eyebrow at him. “Animals? Do you mean the poor creatures that the bear attacked? The same bear that several old men killed today?” Toji blinked; muscles in his upper arms twitched at this new information. “I would never hurt another creature.” You gently reached out, touching his chest. “And you know that.” Yeah, Toji did know that; you were always so kind—seeing you as a killing machine was difficult.

“But you're still a vampire; if I let you go, how do I know you wouldn't hurt any humans?”

You gave him an almost exasperated sigh. “I work at the blood bank. If we aren’t able to send anyone’s donation to the hospital, I drink that. I don’t want to hurt anyone. I wanna live the best life I can given the circumstances.” Toji allowed himself to pull his arms back away from you. “So I may be guilty of doctoring documentation. But any blood that I take is good for a couple of months. I can stockpile up on it. I want a chance like everyone else.” The stake fell to the ground, rolling under your bed.

“You're serious?”

“Yes.”

“But why?”

He sat on the edge of your bed, and you gladly welcomed him. His eyes showed no hostility, and you could sense he genuinely didn’t want to hurt you. So you brought your knees up to your chest, hugging them as you stared at the comforter on top of you.

“My family is a long infamous family of vampires. They don’t typically kill or hunt; they feed off their servants, leaving them drained and overworked.” You traced your fingers over the soft fabric covering your knees. “I came up with the idea of drinking from blood bags that wasn’t going to help anyone. My family didn’t like that idea, so I got kicked out. I moved here and decided to rebuild my life. One that I was proud of living.” you sighed, running your fingers through your hair.

“Fuck, you are being serious.”

“I am.”

“How can I be sure you’re telling the truth?”

You sighed, rolling your eyes as you opened the drawer to your nightstand, revealing empty blood bags. “See, I swear to you, I’m telling the truth.” Toji eyed the empty bag skeptically before sighing in relief.

“I’m so glad I don’t have to kill you. I knew you were a good person, and something wasn’t adding up. This proves my point.” Tension began filling the air as Toni learned closer to you. “I’m so sorry. Will you forgive me for being so asinine?”

“For trying to kill me? Mistaking me for some monster you would see in the movies.” he winced, but you could sense the sincerity in his apology. He nodded his head. “I suppose I could forgive you.”

“Okay? How can I gain this trust?”

“You could confess that you like me yourself, and then you can kiss me.”

Never in one million years did Toji think this l moment would ever come to pass. A vampire Hunter is sitting in front of a vampiress. The Hunter was begging for forgiveness. But there was a first for everything, and you were worth it.

“I do like you, you’re strong and independent, and you don’t put up with shit. I've been wanting to ask you. And I was told to investigate. You nearly destroyed me.” His hand gently pressed against your knee. “Will you forgive me?”

You both sat there for a long moment, staring into each other’s eyes. The tension in the room continued to swell, like a water balloon filled with too much water about to burst. You swallowed, placing your hand on top of his. He stared at your manicured fingers for a long moment before his navy eyes locked on yours.

“I forgive me, but you forgot something.”

“And what might that be, Doll?”

You inched closer towards him, your lips inches away from his. “You forgot to kiss me, Toji.” It was all out on the field now, you’re feeling, and his; the ball was in his court. He just stared for a long moment, watching us—the glimmering light from lit candles that were soon about to snuff out glimmered off your face.

It could have been your touch, the candles, or how you stared at him, but Toji couldn’t take it anymore. He learned to close the gap between them. Your eyes widened as Toji pressed his lips against your soft ones, causing your body to tense up for a split second before relaxing into his touch. Toji hummed as your icy fingers tightened in his hand as you kissed him back. Your lips moved against each other, sparks flying, causing his heart to pound in his chest.

Toji’s free hand reached up, cupping your cheek and gently grazing it with his thumb. While your skin was cold to the touch, it was also soft and delicate. Compared to the vampire hunter, you were soft and tiny in his hands. Toji turned his hand so his palm was flush against yours, your fingers interlocking as Toji nipped at your bottom lip, gently grazing his tongue over it.

You opened your mouth, your tongue darting out to meet his own as Toji deepened the kiss. Careful to avoid hitting your fangs as he made out with you. God, you tasted so fucking amazing, like cinnamon, so sweet and addicting. If your kisses tasted this addictive, Toji could only imagine how good you would taste elsewhere.

Your tongue teased his, gently rubbing it before you were fighting for dominance. You spread your legs, allowing him to rest against yours, and Toji laid your back against your canopy bed. The kiss was intense and full of passion, which Toji had never experienced before.

Before the two of you knew it, you were full-on making out and grinding like horny teenagers and not mortal enemies. Your hands moved, gripping the hair on the nape of his neck, while sounds of pleasure trickled from between your lips as Toji rocked gently against you. Your limbs were in a tangled mess, the bed creaked under your movements, and your desperation to be closer to each other.

Large calloused hands slid down the curves of your body, resting them against your hips; he held them down against the bed, rocking gently against your clothed pussy, drawing out a strangled whimper from your throat. Toji broke the kiss on your lips to trail those kisses down your neck. The sounds you made, fuck, they had him so hard in his jeans that it hurt. The whimpers, moans, and cries of his name slipping past your lips were amazing.

Toji looked at you, his hand gently hovering over the swells of your breasts, waiting for an okay for him to continue. With a simple nod of your head, Toji cupped and groped at your breasts, listening to the sweet cries that followed. He massaged them harder, watching your face and eyes slightly shut as you watched him biting your lip with every squeeze of his hand.

God, you were beautiful. Your cheeks were slightly flushed as you arched your back into his touch. Toji loved seeing the way you reacted to his every touch. It made him eager for more, which resulted in his fingers slowly inching under the hem of your shirt, shuddering at the silky, cool softness of your skin. The tips of those same fingers inched over your belly button, past the bottom of your ribs, before coming in contact with the lacy fabric of the nightgown.

“God, you're so beautiful,” Toji whispered as the lace tickled the back of his veiny hand while his thumbs brushed over the soft skin of your breasts. “I want to see every inch of you, Doll.”

You grinned, fangs glinting in the low lights as you held your arms over your head. “Go right ahead, " Toji said. Toji raised his eyebrows, a smirk curling at his scarred lip. The silky face fabric was suddenly tugged over your head and thrown to the ground.

“Holy fuck,” his mouth was suddenly dry, and Toji tried to swallow in an attempt to ease the dryness, “Doll, I take back what I said a few minutes ago.” Toji ran his fingers over your skin, watching as your nipples hardened under his gentle touch, “You're fucking gorgeous.”

Leaning over the swells of your breasts, Toji licked at your perky nipples. “Oh fuck,” You whispered breathlessly as Toji reached around you, pulling your breasts closer into his mouth. “Toji,” hearing his name said so sweetly, had Toni sealing his lips around one of your nipples, moaning around it while twisting the other between his thumb and forefinger. Your moans and the squirming underneath him made his dick swell harder inside the confines of his jeans. “That feels so good, Toji.” You whispered, gripping his shoulder, “So fucking good.”

Toji glanced up at you humming gently; if you thought this felt good, you wouldn't be prepared for his tongue in your clit. Something he needed to taste might now. He popped off your swollen nipple before he began trailing sloppy open, mouthed kisses further down your stomach. You were a shaking and writhing mess, sitting up slightly, giving him your full undivided attention.

“Holy shit,” his fingers grazed over your slick folds causing you to curse as your hands dug into the sheets underneath your body, “you're so wet.” Toji dipped his finger into your opening, causing you to shudder, “It feels so good.” Toji gently started pumping his finger, curling it slightly, “So wet and tight and fuck— it’s nice and warm too.” All You could do was let out a moan.

“Toji,” You whispered, reaching down and running, “Toji, I want to make you feel good too.” he wasn’t going to say no. He sat back, allowing you to rub the front of his jeans, “Can I make you feel as good as you're making me?” And just like you earlier, Toji nodded, leaning back a little to allow you access to his jeans. You winked at him before unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, giving you enough room to slide your tiny, delicate hand inside his jeans. You licked at your bottom lip while rubbing the front of the boxers, “You’re already so hard for me, Toji. Do you like touching me, a vampire? You like making me moan your name?” Toji sucked in a breath nodding his head as you slid your hand into the boxers, “Good,” You cooed, grabbing his cock by the base before lazily stroking him, “Because I want to hear you moan my name.”

You were going to be the death of Toji, You wanted to hear him moan your name, and fuck Toji moaned it for sure. You stroked him in slow hard strokes, gently squeezing him in your hand while Toji continued to pump his finger inside of your pussy. You pulled away only to remove the remaining articles of your clothing before getting back to touching each other. Your hand had settled on a steady pace, stroking him up and down, while Toji Inserted his middle and ring finger inside of yours, curling them and brushing over the sponge spot of your g-spot.

“Toji, I need you,” You whimpered, grabbing his wrist and stopping him from continuing to finger you, “Please, I need you inside of me.”

“Okay, Doll, I’ll take good care of you.”

Hearing him say that was like an aphrodisiac to you. God, you yearned for this man to touch you. So when Toji rolled on top of you, you whined in excitement. His hands gently rub up the outside of your legs to the curves of your body. The whole time his hands moved, Toji watched as you. You looked so pretty, closing your eyes slowly, moaning gently under his touch.

Toji leaned down, catching your lips against his own, kissing you roughly as he grabbed. You shuddered as the tip of his cock pushed inside of you. God, you were so soft, and the way you cried out, eyes going wide, made it so incredibly hard for him not to push further inside of you. Toji wanted to savor this moment and snapshot it into his memories. The moment he had thrown all his training out the window for the vampiress who was trying to live her best life. Toji wanted to remember this forever.

The way you looked spread out in front of him, and your mouth opened up as Toji slowly began entering you. Toji needed to remember the way you smelled like cherry blossoms and cinnamon. Toji would always look back on this moment, so of course, you wanted to remember every detail of you; that's how special you were to him.

“Toji,” You slowly began rocking your hips against him, eager for more, “Please, Toji need you, I need you to fuck me.” You begged to rock a bit harder, your hands reaching up to grip his broad, muscular shoulders, “Toji, I need you.”

“Anything for you, Doll.” Toji pushed himself further inside of your tightening and pulsing walls. The stretch had him grunting as he dropped his head down slightly. “Fuck.” You felt a certain swell of pride rise in your chest at the sounds. He was making. “Nngh fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me like that.”

You let out a shuddering laugh, “You’re one to talk; you just mhmm,” You rolled your hips, sparks flying between the two of us as we let out sharp cries at the electric pleasure, “You feel like heaven.” Laughing gently, Toj pressed his forehead against yours, kissing yours softly as he thrust in and out of you.

“Oh babe, by the time I'm done with you, you’ll be in orgasm heaven for sure.”

“Take me there.” You whispered against his slightly swollen lips, your legs wrapping around his waist.

And since you asked him so nicely to take you there, that's what his goal was. Toji wanted this to be the best sexual experience of your life. He wanted to make you feel good, for it to be perfect. So he began thrusting, rolling, and rocking his hips in and out of you, making soft, nearly silent moans chime out from both of our mouths. Your legs tightened around him, pulling him closer as you dug into his shoulders.

This hunter wasn't moving fast enough. Toji was going at a slow and steady pace, wanting to draw this out as long as he could, even though he knew that this wouldn't be a one-time thing. Both of you knew after this, there would be no going back because you could feel it in your souls. You were meant to be with each other.

That’s what this was; it wasn’t just pointless sex to get off. to fuck out the frustration. No, this was real. It was about connecting with someone who had suffered as much as he had. He could imagine himself getting close to you, something he hadn’t allowed himself to do in so many years. Both of you had been afraid to get close to anyone. It wasn't very often you came across someone who could accept a vampire, and Toji hardly found people who saw him as more than a hunter. But he saw the human and you. And you saw the human in him. And both of you wanted to explore more of each other, and that is what fueled your desire.

Moans and whimpers, along with the sound of the creaking bed, mixed in with the moans of our names coming out of your mouths. You pulled his head down to the crook of your neck as you began rocking your hips in time with his thrusts. Everything was becoming less planned out, full of calculated rhythm, and turned into more of an erratic and intense pace as the both of us grew closer to our orgasms. Every sound that was coming out of your mouth clued him that you were getting closer with every each snap of his hips. Toji grunted and growled against your neck, drawing closer to that sweet release.

“I-I’m cumming, of fuck Toji I-I’m cumming!” You dug your sharp nails deeper into his skin, so deep that it broke the skin as you raked them down his toned muscular back. You came hard walls fluttering and pulsating around him and came, “Toji!!” You screamed as the vampire Hunter above you kept thrusting, his thumb reaching down and rubbing your clit to draw your orgasm out.

As you clamped down on him, Toji followed right behind you, jerking his hips forward. Toji came inside of your pussy,. Grunting and grabbing a handful of your hair, he continued thrusting and milking himself inside of your wet heat until he was utterly spent, collapsing on top of you, panting roughly.

As you lay there trying to regain your breath, you sighed, running your hands up and down his scratched-up back, “That was amazing; it’s as if we had a connection.” Toji breathed out against your skin before pulling away slightly to look down at you.

“And there’s definitely a connection.” You nodded in agreement, leaning up to press your lips against his for what seemed like the thousandth time, “kinda like apples and cinnamon.” Toji lay down next to you, pulling you against his body and wrapping his arm around your waist.

“We just had the most amazing sex ever, and you're going to compare our attraction to fruit and spices?” You found yourself in a fit giggles shaking your head back-and-forth, “you are something else Toji.”

“What can I say?” You looked up at him through your half-lidded eyes as Toji looked down at you. You truly are as sweet as pie. Hell, you might even be sweeter. But you can't deny the connection between us.”

“You’re right; I cannot deny it.”

After that night, everything between the two of you was perfect. You were as close as two people could be. It was funny how you had started as mortal enemies. Toji had been sent to kill you, but you weren’t what he expected. You so much more, and he would spend the rest of his days protecting you from any other person that would try to do you harm. Because that undeniable connection and chemistry between you grew stronger and stronger every day with every waking moment. One that you both were treasured until the end of time.

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@darkstarlight82 @pandoness @nealeart @simp-plague @sugurubabe @chilichopsticks @reap3erslov3 @wil10wthetree @msniks @lana18918

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Christmas Hats and Magnets » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

December 7th

Pairings: Husband/Dad!Bucky Barnes x Wife/Mom!Reader with daughter Isabella and Alpine

Summary: Bucky’s and Y/N’s 4 year old daughter gives Christmas hats to her parents and puts magnets on her daddy’s metal arm.

Warnings: Fluff, language, nothing but cuteness, hugs and kisses, cuddling, nicknames for daughter (princess, baby girl), pet names for reader (doll)

Thank you to @buckys-wintersoldier for this adorable Christmas idea!❤️💚

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️

“Mommy! Daddy! Wake up! It’s Christmas time!” Isabella says excitedly, jumping up and down on yours and Bucky’s bed.

You opened your eyes to see Isabella wearing a Santa hat. You sat up and pulled her on your lap and gave her kisses.

“Daddy’s still sleeping. We need to be quiet.” You whisper.

“Daddy sleeping.” She whispers back.

You carefully got out of bed with Isabella in your arms so you guys didn’t wake up Bucky. You took Izzy to the living room so she can watch TV and play while you made breakfast.

“Do you want pancakes or waffles?” You asked her.

“Waffles please!” Isabella says politely with a smile.

“Good choice!” You smiled.

You went to the kitchen and got everything you needed to make breakfast. A few minutes later, you felt a little hand tugging your -Bucky’s- shirt. You looked down to see Isabella looking up at you.

“Can I have a juice box please?” She asks.

“Of course, baby girl.” You walked to the fridge and opened it. “What flavor do you want? Apple, Orange, or Fruit Punch?” You asked.

“Fruit Punch.” She says.

You grabbed a Fruit Punch juice box, opening it for her and gave it to her.

“Thank you, mommy!” Isabella says, taking it from your hand.

“You’re welcome. Try not to spill it.” You say.

Isabella nodded and went back to the living room to play and watch TV. Another few minutes go by when Izzy comes back in the kitchen.

“Do you need something else, baby girl?” You asked her.

“No. I have something for you!” Isabella hands you a Santa hat. “I have one for daddy too and I put one on Alpine!” She tells you.

You smiled, taking it from her hand and put it on.

“Now we’re twins!” She says, clapping her little hands before running back to the living room.

You went back to making breakfast. A little bit later, you went in the living room to get Isabella for breakfast, but you didn’t see her in there. You assumed she went to her bedroom for something or to play. You went upstairs and poked your head in her bedroom. You furrowed your eyebrows when you didn’t see her in there. That’s when you heard little giggles coming from yours and Bucky’s bedroom. You walked down the hallway to the bedroom to see Isabella sitting next to her sleeping daddy and putting Christmas magnets on his metal arm. You bit your bottom lip to keep yourself from laughing. Bucky’s eyes fluttered opened when he heard giggling. He seen Isabella sitting next to him, continuing to put magnets on his metal arm.

“What are you doing, princess?” Bucky asks, rubbing his eyes.

“Making your arm look Christmasy!” She says.

Bucky lifted his metal arm to see a variety of different Christmas magnets on it.

“I also have this for you!” She says, handing him a Santa hat.

“Thank you, princess.” Bucky smiles and put it on.

“Me and Alpine have one too!” Isabella pointed at Alpine who was sleeping on her cat tree. “Mommy does too!” She says, pointed at you.

“All three of you look beautiful with them on.” He says, kissing her forehead.

You smiled and walked towards the bed and got on it.

“Good morning, Mr. Claus.” You kissed Bucky’s lips.

“Good morning, Mrs. Claus.” Bucky kisses you back.

“Hey!” Isabella shouted, getting yours and Bucky’s attention. “I’m still here!” She pouted, crossing her little arms over her chest.

Bucky grabbed her and put her on his lap. You and Bucky attacked her with kisses and tickles causing her to let out squeals and giggles.

“Alright, alright. That’s enough. Let’s go downstairs and eat breakfast before it gets cold.” You say.

“Mommy made waffles!” Isabella gets off of her daddy’s lap and carefully got off the bed. “Hurry up before I eat them all!” She shouts on her way out of the bedroom.

Bucky got out of bed and ran up behind her, picking her up causing her to squeal and giggle again. You followed them to the kitchen. You pour two cups of coffee, one for you and one for Bucky. You went to the dining room and gave Bucky his coffee and Isabella her breakfast. You went back to the kitchen for yours and Bucky breakfast and went back to the dining room. You took a seat next to Bucky.

“This looks delicious, doll.” Bucky compliments making you smile.

“Thank you, Buck.” You kissed his stubbly cheek.

Bucky turned his head to capture your lips in a kiss making you smile against his lips.

“No kissing! I’m trying to eat my waffles!” Isabella shouts making you and Bucky laugh at her cuteness.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[notjanine]

i’m taking them to my friend’s wedding tomorrow, so it’s time for my autistic ass to lead socially 😳

i’ll stop talking about this mf eventually but like okay. i hate being taken care of. 99% of the time, i HATE being taken care of. but i am also not naturally skilled at social stuff, like i’ve learned and i can do it and i’m good at it now, but—iiiii hate to admit it—but i’ve always wanted to be with someone who can like. take the driver’s seat, socially. and Bookstore just knows exactly how to shine the spotlight on me in a group setting. sometimes i get so overwhelmed taking everything in that i forget to talk even when i have relevant things to add! but they know just when to say Oh al said/did/made me watch/read/listen to xyz, and then give me the space to elaborate. or they’ll be more subtle and say like [Nearby person who likes something i like], have you seen/do you know about [specific thing they know i love] and it’s. gosh it’s really nice. also they are very big and warm. gosh

[fandom-puff]

Anything Ned Stark. Second wife, first wife, fluff, headcanons anything. 💚❤💚❤💚 -Maris

Omgg!! Haven’t written much for Ned and haven’t written game of thrones in a while so I rlly liked this one!! I went with 2nd wife HCs for this one.

Being Ned Stark’s second wife would include…

Warnings: AU where Catelyn dies, reference to death, political/arranged marriage, age gap, reference to smut, but it’s skipped over

Gif creds to owner

Almost a full year after catelyn had passed, Ned decided that Winterfell needed a new Lady, and his children needed a maternal figure

Of course, no one could replace Cat, who was the mother of five of his children and kept Winterfell running smoothly while he tended to his duties as warden of the north

So after much deliberation in the Godswood, he visited Lewin’s Solar and had ravens drawn up to the northern Lords

And one to King Robert himself.

it takes several moons, but soon his new bride arrives at Winterfell, accompanied by your Lord father and two of your brothers

The wedding itself is a small affair, with your vows said in the Godswood before the old gods

The children are in attendance, and the eldest among them seem aged beyond their years following the death of Lady Catelyn.

The feast afterwards is quiet, the music played quietly, the guests not yet rowdy.

You sit at the head table at Lord Eddard’s right side, your shoulders weighed down by the great grey cloak of House Stark, and the new responsibilities of the Lady of Winterfell

Soon the children are herded off to bed, and it’s time for the bedding

Your mother had discussed what would happen in the marital chamber in scant detail, so you knew the mechanics

Your father had only told you to do your duty to your house, his jaw tense

But when a rowdy fiddle player tried to liven up the festivities with his bawdy hollering and calls to strip you through the halls, Eddard stood from the table

A cool look from his stern grey eyes was enough to silence the musician

“You may continue the festivities,” he addressed the wedding guests. And although his voice was low and quiet, it commanded respect from all in the Hall.

He then offered his hand to you, and when you slipped your hand into his calloused palm, he guided you up and then down from the platform, through the hall of well-wishers, all bowing their heads to the Warden of the North.

The walk to your new chambers was silent, but not uncomfortably so, and when Eddard held the door open for you, you thanked him in a quiet voice.

“These are your chambers,” he said lowly, gesturing.

They were beautiful, in a rustic, comforting way. The fire crackled, casting flickering shadows over the furnishings.

“In here is your sitting area, with your Solar just ahead. Your bed chambers are through that way. Your things have been brought up already, but you have plenty of time to sort all of that out. And you’ll have help, of course,”

You smile gratefully as he explains that you are free to change the appearance of the chambers as you please.

“My own chambers aren’t too far from here,” he adds with a small smile, and you notice the way his eyes crinkle as he smiles.

Together you sit before the fire, sharing a cup of ale, talking of not much at all, but easing into one another’s company.

“Thank you,” you say, setting your cup down. When he looks at you quizzically, you expand. “For before. My younger brother teased me before I came here, telling tales about bedding ceremonies. I knew you wouldn’t allow it, you didn’t for-“ you catch yourself. “You defended the Lady Catelyn’s honour. And I am thankful that you defended mine too, Lord Stark,”

Eddard watches as you talk, the way you handle talking about Cat, his Cat. There is no scorn, no resentment at being a second wife, at being a replacement, at knowing that he did not love you

Not yet, at least

“I would never dishonour you, My Lady,” he tells you, and you smile gently.

He is silent for a moment before clearing his throat. “I will not make you consummate this marriage tonight My Lady. Not if you don’t want to. We can proceed in the coming weeks, if you would prefer,”

“What if I want to?” You asked. “I must do my duty to House YLN and now to House Stark as well. You and I both know this marriage cannot go unconsummated, otherwise our houses are not formally allied,”

Eddard surveyed you for a moment, relieved he had wed a Lady with a wise head on her shoulders, and not a skittish young maid.

“Then I will go at your pace, my Lady, and you must tell me to stop should your mind change,”

You nodded your head in agreement, and together you made your way to your bedchamber

He keeps his word, and the marriage is consummated slowly, dutifully, gently

Afterwards, he holds you, never leaving to return to his own chambers, and had a servant bring wine for you

But when he returns to your bed, he finds you asleep, snuggled into the fur, your face serene and your hair mussed up

With a gentle smile he slides back into bed with you, though it takes him much longer to fall asleep, killed by your gentle breaths

[florencetypemaniacs]

What if someone is very actively flirting with RO, making heart eyes at them, complimenting, smiling sweetly, etc. The MC looks at them from afar. They don't like it, they are jealous and upset, but they can't say anything because they are too shy and not sure if RO likes such attention from this person or not. So, MC just sends sad glances in their direction.

What will the ROs do? (if it's a crush stage)

💛 Marcel

Marcel would smile politely at the person who is indeed flirting with him, but as soon as he sees you looking at him, he won't be able to keep the conversation going with them. 

The moment your eyes met his, he felt the need to go over to you and tell you that it wasn't what it looked like, but it wasn't. And you weren't his anymore than he was yours, but he wanted to be. Gods, he wanted to be. 

With a quick smile, he politely left the person and walked over to you. 

"Mind if I sit down?" And he glanced at the chair next to you, hoping you understood he wasn't just talking about a seat. 

🧡 Margaret

Margaret blushed at the boldness of the person coming on to them, fanning her face as she felt her nerves jitter. It was nice to be complimented, but it was all too much. 

The moment Margaret's eyes met your own, they widened in understanding because Margaret had been where you sat. Looking at people who she was smitten with flirting with other people, she felt a wave of guilt hit her. 

What was she supposed to do? Did you truly like her, or was it a trick of the mind? She wouldn't be able to breathe as she gave the person an almost wild look before excusing herself and going to a present she knew she would find comfort in. You. Margaret went and stood by you and gave a wary smile with a tinted blush. 

❤️ Owen

Owen had to hold in a laugh at this person, usually, he would just let the jokes and flirting remarks about his figure roll off his back like a duck, and sure, it sometimes gave him a little pride. 

Then his eyes caught yours from across the room, and he felt his breath catch as he held your sad gaze. He didn't understand why you were sad, but he wanted to be there for you. He wanted to hunt down the bastard who made your lips pout like that. 

Not even answering the person beside him, he sat beside you, holding your surprised gaze. 

"You want to get out of here, lass/duck/lad?" 

💙 Rosemary

Rosemary purred in the person's ear and whispered back a flirty remark. It came as naturally as breathing. It didn't matter that it made her skin crawl to feel the person's body so close to hers because she was in control of the situation. 

But the moment her eyes met yours, she had the urge to shove the person off of her. She knew jealously. Rosemary felt it herself. She even made others jealous. But the pure sadness that radiated off of you stopped her in her tracks. 

You were upset because she was with someone, and that made Rosemary upset. This growing affection for you made Rosemary dizzy as she, with a flirty grin, excused herself from the person. 

She needed to breathe. 

Rosemary needed to feel like she was in control and not overcome by your ever-growing thoughts. 

🩵 Tai

Tai just stared at the person blankly, his face uninterested in what this person was saying because his eyes were on you. 

It was a habit every since he got to Lockwood to keep an eye on you. To make sure that you were safe. It became a habit that he started to enjoy—the relief that would flood him when he saw you.

Now Tai started to notice that the feeling he had when he saw you was something bubbling within him. Something almost unnatural. Pure. 

His eyes met yours, and he saw the sadness, and before he knew it, he was walking towards you. The pull was too strong for him to ignore as he examined you. 

"What's wrong?" 

💚 Zane

Zane usually loved the attention. He knew he looked good. He knew humans valued outer beauty, but Zane couldn't find it in himself to care what this person was whispering in his ear. It was all too boring. The pleased feeling he would feel at being wanted wasn't there.

Then he sees the sadness in your eyes when you look at him and he frowns. He didn't understand, not really. Why were you upset looking at him and this person?

It all stopped when you came into his life, not the fluttering feeling. No, that seemed to only triple but only when you were near. Hell, the things he wanted to do to you...

It plagued his thoughts like nothing else, and he wondered if this was some sort of plot of your own accord.

Zane would get angry.

Zane would just leave the person without so much as a word of goodbye before sitting next to you.

"What's wrong, little lion? Do I need to kill someone?"

[littleredwing89]

about the ideas, I got one (pun intended :D):

Batboys reacting to their s/o casually falling asleep in their arms while watching a movie/cuddling/doing sth else?

@igotanidea sorry it’s a bit late lovely xxx enjoy 💙💚❤️

🩵 DICK 🩵

He’d love it. It’s rare Dick gets a chance to relax with his busy life. A full time job and been a vigilante really takes a toll on him, physically and mentally. But the second he gets to curl up with you, he’s in his own little slice of heaven. He’d spread out on the sofa, him behind you, wrapped all around you, limbs entangled. Neither of you knowing where one started or ended. The little sounds you make during your sleep are like a melody to him. He’d lay soft kisses along your shoulder or neck. Light and feathery. Seeing the smile on your face is enough for him. Bliss.

💚 TIM 💚

He’s always busy. So busy. Head in some sort of new gadget. Fixing things. Tinkering. Hands always fiddling away. So when he finally sits down to relax with you, he finds it hard to switch off. He’s never truly relaxing. Instead, Tim will find something to occupy his hands with. You. I think he’d really enjoy just massaging your feet as they rest in his lap. Rubbing up your calf and back down. So when the beautiful motions of his hands send you to sleep, I think he’d be proud of his handiwork. Plus, he’d finally be able to turn off the terrible film you’d put on but he was too polite to say.

❤️ JASON ❤️

Jason would be surprised at first that you find him so comfy. He’s a big, solid guy. Masses of tightly wound muscle from years of training to peak human physique. But, when you curl up and snuggle into him, falling asleep, it melts away all the hardened edges. He’s soft. Floating on air. Just for that moment. I know he’d be the type to play with your hair as you sleep, twirling strands around his fingers, scratching his nails along your scalp, lulling you further into a blissful sleep. Murmuring gently. He swears he hears his name leave your lips. Plus, it’d make you snuggle into him further, which makes his pulse race.

[zoeykallus]

😍 The BB husband HC is so cute! I'd love to read a similar set but maybe like a little old lady vendor, who just assumes they're a couple, hints that it won't be long before they're hearing the pitter patter of little feet? They're so sweet and funny about just the idea of being the readers husband, the idea that they could be making babies with her might make them explode 😂

Thanks for all the brilliant HCs 💚

Aloha!

Thanks, love to read that! It was fun writing them, too. Now I do like this idea, let me see what I can do with that 😊

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - Husband And Daddy?

Warnings: Mostly Fluffy/Partly Slightly Suggestive/Pre Relationship

Initial Situation:

At a fruit and vegetable market on Batuu with tons of open-air stalls, you are approached by an elderly lady, a trader selling tea herbs.

"You two are such a beautiful couple, I bet it's only a matter of time before you hear the pitter-patter of tiny feet"

Hunter

Hunter is chewing on the piece of apple he has in his mouth. You bought some fruit from a stall earlier. He smiles a little stupidly, politely, but doesn't immediately understand what is being said. It takes him a moment to put the words into context.

The moment he realizes what the old lady has just said, his eyes widen, and he chokes on the apple, a piece getting stuck in his throat.

"Hunter?" you ask worriedly and pat him on the back.

He suddenly coughs up the piece of apple and onto the floor, clears his throat and gasps for air. He adjusts his hair and bandana just to keep his nervous fingers occupied.

The older lady giggles and says conspiratorially to you, "Maybe you'd better find someone with better survival skills, you want to pass on the best genes"

Hunter clears his throat and says downright indignantly, "If anyone has survival skills, it's me"

The older lady grins, her laugh lines clearly visible around her eyes as she says, "He certainly has good ears"

As you continue walking, you say with amusement, "That almost sounded like you were applying to be the father of my children"

Hunter blinks several times, laughs nervously and finally says, "Um, well, I just wanted to make it clear that I do have my qualities"

You grin and say, "I know," and give him a kiss on the cheek that makes his ears flush.

Echo

He stares at the elderly lady for quite a while without blinking, Echo doesn't dare to look at you.

The old lady says to him bemusedly, "You have to blink now and again, otherwise your eyes will dry out"

Echo blinks several times, clears his throat, then his gaze swings briefly in your direction. When he sees your smile, his cheeks and ears heat up. He scratches the back of his head nervously with the scomp link and looks at the teas on the old lady's stand.

The lady laughs softly, "So shy?"

Echo clears his throat and says quietly, "We're not even a couple yet"

"Not yet," the lady emphasizes with a broad grin.

Echo's gaze quickly flits over to you again, and he sees you biting your lower lip with a grin.

He grins too and says, "'Yet'"

When your eyes meet, you both grin like idiots in love.

The older lady laughs again, "You two are so clearly into each other"

Echo clears his throat, straightens up, straightens his shoulders and says with a grin, "Maybe so, but the little feet thing can wait a little longer"

Wrecker

"Huh?"

Wrecker was only half-listening, his eyes roaming over the colorful packets of tea and his nose sniffing the various scents. His huge figure is bent over the stand. He straightens up again and looks questioningly from one to the other.

The old lady repeats her statement and after a brief hesitation, Wrecker laughs almost shyly.

"The lady and I aren't even a couple yet," he finally says with a wry grin.

"You should change that," says the old woman with conviction, "you two are a wonderful match, at least at first glance"

Wrecker looks over at you and smirks, "Yes, I think we should"

Your cheeks and ears heat up, and you can't stop grinning.

"But one thing at a time," says Wrecker, amused, and reaches out his hand towards you. You place your hand in his, a little nervously, and he gently pulls you closer to him and the stand. Then he asks the elderly lady, "What about tea for lovebirds?"

The old lady grins and points to a row of her beautifully packaged tea herbs.

"I have a few things to offer"

Tech

He seems almost a little lost without the holopad in his hand. The pad is on his belt, he has devoted his attention entirely to you and this little excursion today, and you feel really flattered. It's so rare that he lets this thing out of his hand.

Tech looks at the older lady questioningly, her statement has completely passed him by, he can't put it into any logical context.

"Well," he says matter-of-factly, "First of all, we're not a couple. Secondly, I don't understand the reference to small feet. My companion's feet aren't that small either"

You burst out laughing, but disguise it as a cough because you don't want him to think you're making fun of him.

Tech comes closer and strokes your back worriedly.

"You're not going to get sick, are you?"

You shake your head.

"No, no, it's fine"

Tech is so different with you than with other people, you've noticed, he's gentler, more caring. You're sure he likes you a lot more than he perhaps even realizes himself.

"He doesn't seem the brightest," giggles the older lady.

Tech frowns, "I understood the implication, and I can assure you, good lady, you're unlikely to meet anyone smarter than me"

"And a little arrogant"

Tech raises his eyebrows in shock and looks from one to the other, panicking that he may have made the wrong impression on you too. But you give him a warm, infectious smile that makes him feel like he's melting.

"She was talking about children," you say softly.

"Children?… Oh, I see," Tech says and swallows.

He suddenly looks very nervous.

"To have children you have to be intimate first and we're not"

"Not yet," you say quietly.

His head jerks in your direction, surprised, startled, curious.

You slowly move away from the stand as you talk, and the old lady looks after you, shaking her head.

"You'd be interested in a more intimate relationship with me?" Tech asks matter-of-factly, though there is a small, nervous tremor in his voice.

When you smile at him again, a storm of emotions is released inside him, but he remains calm on the outside. Your small, quiet "yes" sends his pulse racing and conjures up a smile on his lips.

Crosshair

Crosshair just frowns, looks at the older lady, then at you and sees you shrug your shoulders. He doesn't really know how to react to the statement. For now, he remains calm.

His gaze wanders over the teas.

"This one," says the lady, holding it out to Crosshair, "You could buy it for your wife, it helps to prepare her for conception and has an aphrodisiac effect."

Crosshair smiles, his eyes wandering back and forth between you and the old lady again.

Finally, he says, "Children are not my thing. But the process that precedes the whole thing is"

You blink several times and listen intently as Crosshair talks to the old lady. You are so fascinated by the scene, his demeanor, that you just watch in silence.

The elderly lady giggles and shows him a few other teas and says conspiratorially, "These all have an aphrodisiac and libido-enhancing effect"

"Perfect," says Crosshair with a dirty little grin and has three different varieties wrapped up.

With the paper bag of teas under his left arm, he invitingly holds out his right arm to you. You hook onto him, almost hypnotized, and look up at him.

"How about it? You and me tonight, and a whole lot of tea?"

You blink and feel yourself getting hot. A wide smile creeps onto your face.

Crosshair smirks and says, "That looks like a 'yes'"

You nod and say, "This could be interesting"

Crosshair says smugly, "I promise you it will be"

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[another-lost-mc]

Hi! Do you think you could do what would lead to a pact with Barbatos? Like, the events leading up to it and what caused it to be made?

This has been sitting in my ask box for a while because honestly, I'm a bit torn between what I think is more likely to happen, and what my undying love for Barbatos wants to see happen.

Due to potential story spoilers for S4, I'm putting my thoughts (and a bonus drabble) under a cut.

As of S4, he's starting to recognize his affections for MC are a bit more complex than just regarding them as the human exchange student, someone else he's obligated to be polite to and take care of because Diavolo expects it of him

He's a real slow burn in a story full of very impulsive and needy demons (and angels, and other humans, and maybe a reaper now, too) but I actually love this about him

I honestly don't think MC would ask Barbatos for a pact, nor do I think he would offer one even if they were in some sort of romantic relationship - if this does come to pass, I am really curious because I think it would require exceptional circumstances

He's the Demon Lord's butler, after all - Diavolo is his priority, and I can't see that changing; forging a new pact has the potential to make him vulnerable, or exploitable, and I don't know if he would accept that sort of risk right now

Lowkey though, I like that MC's pacts (so far) are with the demon brothers - I think it makes their relationships more special for it

That being said, I don't think Barbatos would turn MC away if they asked him for help - assuming it's something he can do that doesn't impact his ability to serve Diavolo, and it doesn't put Diavolo or the Devildom in harm's way

Solomon is a bit of a shady wild card, and the fact that he has a pact with Barbatos where MC may not ever have one - well, I think that makes an interesting dynamic too

Don't get me wrong though - I'm a romantic at heart, and there's something about Barbatos agreeing to a pact with MC as a demonstration of his trust and feelings for them that makes me a little weak

Here's a little drabble about it. 💚

BARBATOS x gn!Reader 0.4k Words | SFW | Fluff, Sleeping Together, soft!Barbatos, Slightly Suggestive

Barbatos is a light sleeper.

He's grown used to getting up in the middle of the night if his Young Master needed him, and he would wake early to make sure the castle staff were each assigned their daily tasks. He personally prepared the morning’s meal and tea, ensuring Diavolo had his breakfast tray and daily paper ready the moment he woke up.

Now, Barbatos sleeps lightly for another reason.

You’re turned away from him, one of your shoulders bare where your night shirt has slipped out of place. When you bury deeper into the sheets, the fabric slips even more, and he can see the edge of his pact mark against your skin.

You’re sleeping so peacefully and he knows he shouldn’t disturb you, but he accepts whatever consequences may come later when he brushes over the mark with his finger. Once he touches you, it's difficult to resist the urge to explore more of your warm skin, to examine the evidence of his claim etched into your flesh.

He slides your night shirt out of the way so he can trace the mark with his tongue. He presses his lips to the mark, pulling your skin between his teeth gently before laving over the indents left behind. The indents of his teeth that litter your skin will fade soon enough, but he sighs with satisfaction anyway - his pact mark will remain until the end of your days together.

He can feel you stirring against him, and he has the decency to pretend to look ashamed that he's been caught. He pulls back slightly and meets your sleepy, curious look when look at him over your shoulder. Sleep fades from your gaze when your eyes shine bright, the corners of your lips lifting into a sweet, dreamy smile.

He wonders what you see that makes your breath hitch slightly, that makes your beautiful eyes shimmer with warmth. You've managed to see past all the masks he wears, the walls he builds to keep pesky emotions at bay. You've claimed his heart for your own, and he gave into the inevitable; he surrendered it willingly at your feet, a prize for the victor, your spoils of war.

He smothers the fleeting twinge of disappointment when you roll over and face him properly, nuzzling against his bare chest and throwing an arm over his waist. He curls his fingers over your shoulder - palm over his mark protectively - and keeps you close, basking in your warmth until his other master needs him.

[danosrosegarden]

reader that is so polite and soft spoken and he’s drawn to them because they’re like literal sunshine but then they randomly say some aggressive opinion about how a corrupt politician should die or something and edward is just like “oh, yeah?”👀

idk if this is good lmao it’s my first time suggesting something but anyway your writing is beautiful and i hope you’re having a nice day!💚

pig in a poke - edward nashton x gn!reader headcanons ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

{contains: mild descriptions of violence.}

☽ "I wish these guys would just drop dead sometimes."

☽ Edward's stomach churns, drops, implodes upon your words. Mitchell's face had been branded onto his mind. His sneering smile grinned at him in his darkest dreams with sharp, blood-stained fangs. He mocked him, with his "family values" campaign. Acting as if Gotham could've ever been a clean, moral place. What a sick fucking joke.

☽ Edward thought about it constantly; how it might happen if he ever actually did it. Mitchell's screams echoed in his mind like the clicking of heels in a barren hallway. Edward could break bones. He could tear through skin. He could make someone beg for their life. You couldn't. There was no way...was there?

☽ "W-what do you mean, honey?" Edward decides to approach the possibility slowly, carefully, with no loud noises or sudden movements. You look up at him from where you were laying on his chest on the couch, taking the lies and empty promises from the news channel in. "I'm sorry. That was uncalled for. I don't really know these guys. It's just...they seem so phony, don't they?"

☽ Yes. Yes, they do, sweetheart. You're just like me. You understand! He could've jumped off the couch and started dancing with his overflowing joy. "Phony?" he questioned.

☽ You adjusted yourself to sit up beside him and sighed, gathering your thoughts. "Phony. Yeah, I guess that's the word. So...fake. Our city's full of...rats," you spat. "The corrupt. The filthy. We're filthy, Edward, we're being run and puppeteered by dirty liars."

☽ His heart was hammering in his chest, popping in his ears as you spoke. You kept your head down. You were quiet. Your mind ran around at a million miles an hour, but you reacted little. Edward liked you because you were like him. But he'd never imagined you were like him like this.

☽ "I guess I just wish somebody had the guts to do something about it," you said, laying your head back on his chest and flipping the channel. "That's all."

☽ A rerun of The Nanny droned from the TV as Edward watched you shut your eyes and drift off towards sleep. He could barely contain a wide-spread grin as he held you close. Did you know about his plans? Did you know about the website? Did you know about it all? He could feel the butterflies slamming around his chest. Breathe, Edward, just breathe.

☽ Edward fell in love with you because you saw him. You saw his bruised hurt, his aching anger, and you loved him anyway. But maybe he had got more than he bargained for when he chose you. More than he bargained for in the best way possible.

☽ He thought of your words with a sleepy, satisfied smile. I guess I just wish somebody had the guts to do something about it. Maybe you could help each other reach that goal sometime soon...together.