#he’s my most precious perfect husband ok he’s everything to me

[popinade]

im very excited about seeing a certain bird in particular✨🎶

[gojosvoid-moved]

i have no real desire to become a parent any time soon lol but oh, this is making me question everything…… (twt link, sfw fanart) dad!satoru thoughts under the cut 😔 (gn!reader)

imagine adopting with satoru and he treats your sweet little baby as the most precious thing in the entire world. and to the two of you, they are. you both love this little human so much and with every day, you watch as satoru blooms more and more into his role as father with misty eyes, so happy about the life you've built together.

he learns to braid hair and loves buying clothes and making home cooked toddler food. he takes courses about nutrition and child growth, learning about what vegetables and proteins to use and what to avoid in order to ensure your child the best of the best. he still makes cooking and eating fun, though. you're in awe at how happily baby gojo eats the food, so giddy in their excitement as you feed them.

and oh my goodness, satoru would absolutely spoil your child to no end!!!!!!! getting them all the toys and plushies they want, no matter the price or abundance of things you already have at home. he's also barely able to tear himself away from them if he has to leave for work. (if he even goes to work still lmao i can totqpally picture him quitting everything to solely focus on your home life now, finally living out his dreams as house husband <3333) every time he leaves, he misses the two of you soooo much, regularly checking in and you answer the phone with a slightly exasperated smile but with your heart fluttering at the enthusiasm all the same.

at night, he doesn't mind being the one taking care of your crying baby at all and they love the attention every time, immediately calming down once his arms come down around them to cradle them close. he reads to them, lies down next to them in bed, whispering little anecdotes and fairytales he's made up himself. sometimes you take them into bed with you, making sure they're nestled in safely between the two of you, satoru's finger clasped in their little grasp, and the little darling sleeps soundly through the entire night without making a fuss.

i just….. there's so much love and warmth in your household and your happy, little family is so perfect it's actually ridiculous sometimes. because it's something neither of you had ever thought a real possibility but now that it's real, you cherish it soso much. ok i need to cry about this now :'))))

author's note ⊹ hiiiii tysm for reading!!!! if you enjoyed: reblogs, comments and likes are appreciated <3

[hyukasmiles]

—Taehyun—

Fem Reader

Warnings: NSFW // Oral (f) // pet names? (hun & wife) // NOT PROOFREAD

I used my full brain while writing this.

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FARMER TAEHYUN WHO WORKS IN HIS FIELDS ALL DAY AND COMES HOME TO HIS PRETTY LITTLE WIFE!!

It’s really hard work, lots of menial tasks and physical labor but Taehyun loves it. It doesn’t matter how long he’s been working his fields he can’t help but get excited when the first little buds start to sprout up. He grows a little of everything to keep his little family sustained but the main thing he produces are tulips, and he is PROUD of them. Even the ones he deems unprofitable are gorgeous and you tell him that every night when he comes home with a giant bundle of the flowers in the crook of his elbow.

“These are even prettier than last nights!” You smile, moving to the hutch stuffed with vases in your dining room. “Supper is almost done, it’s your favorite.” And you could not have told him more exciting news, your husband smiling ear to ear as you fill the vase with water and flowers, searching for an empty spot to set them. Except as you look around you realize you’re out of space, yesterday's bouquet on a pile of books and the day before that’s on the floor next to your dining room fireplace. “Outside you think?”

“Wherever you want to put them, hun.” Taehyun gruffs, stepping into the kitchen. “It’s almost tourist season. Gotta start puttin’ the dogs up.” In all honesty you’re not too interested in the farm and your husband is more than aware of that.

“They’ll be ok, they love people.” You open the door and set the flowers down towards the side, breathing in the sweet air. “Oh! Mama didn’t come when I fed them earlier.” You lean back into your home. “We should look in the woods on our walk later, she’s probably giving birth right now.”

Taehyun doesn’t seem bothered, spooning the soup you made into two bowls. “She’s strong. Let’s eat.” You nod and shut the door, letting one of the farm cats slip in before you do.

This is how most of your days play out, you’ll cook and clean until your husband gets home, you’ll eat, you’ll talk, you’ll go on a walk, and you’ll end your night curled up in your bed, content with your perfect little life.

“Mama had her pups at a good time.” You murmur into Taehyun’s chest, your husband humming in return. “They’ll be old enough to wean when the tourists start coming.” Taehyun just hums again, leaning down to press a kiss on your shoulder. “You’re tired, aren’t you?”

Taehyun doesn’t answer, just kisses a trail up your shoulder and to your ear. “You’re so pretty.” He whispers, pulling you both to sit up. “Perfect for me. Do ya know that?”

“There’s no way I couldn’t know.” You laugh, letting your husband pick you up and set you on his lap. “You tell me all the time.”

“Have to, I never want you to forget it.” Taehyun kisses you softly, like you’re one of his precious flowers. “I can’t wait to grow old with you.” It’s not often he lets himself get sappy, he’s one of those people that just prefers to show his love, so you’ve learned to just listen when he does. He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear and cups your face, his expression squished up with love. “I love you.”

It’s so quiet. You’ve been married for years and still every time those words slip out of his mouth it’s like a punch to the gut. Tears well up in your eyes as you lean down to kiss him again but you’re smiling too much for it to last long. “I love you more.”

“Impossible.” You laugh at him as he wraps you up in a hug, swinging you back and forth before flipping the two of you over. Taehyun’s forearms cage you in as he leaves little kisses against your lips, over and over and over again before he moves to kiss each of your cheeks, lightly nipping at the fat of them. “Lemme show you how much I love you.” He mumbles, kissing down your neck into the dip of your collarbones.

You blush as Taehyun’s calloused hands push your nightgown up just over your breasts so his thumbs can graze against your hard nipples before he sucks one into his mouth. He nips and rolls your nipple between his teeth until it goes soft and then he switches to the other one, doing the same to it.

Whining, you push him away from your now stinging nipples, a huge grin on Taehyun’s face as he moves up a little to kiss you again. “Sorry.” He whispers before scooting down to kiss your stomach and then your hips and then the waistband of your flimsy underwear.

Carefully, Taehyun lifts your hips up and slips your underwear down your legs. “You're soaked.” He smiles, spreading open your thighs. “F’me?”

“For you.” You turn your head away from him too embarrassed to look him in the eye. Because Taehyun makes you feel like a teenager about to lose your virginity every time he has you like this.

You think you see Taehyun lick his lips out of the corner of your eye before he’s nuzzling into your cunt. He laps at your hole like he’s dehydrated, slurping up every drop of wetness before focusing on your clit, flattening his tongue against it before harshly pulling it in between your teeth.

Taehyun has you cumming before you can think about it, your voice caught in your throat as he throws you over the edge. “Fu-“ Your heart is pounding in your ears as he licks up your release. “Fuck- Hyun-“ Chest heaving you reach down to bury your fingers in his pretty hair. Your back arches off the bed when he blows cold air against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

He’s back in your pussy as soon as your breathing evens out a little bit, this time taking his time. Taehyun makes out with your cunt, pressing his tongue up into your warmth before switching to kiss at your swollen clit. Your thighs close around his head as your hands pull him in closer to you.

He’s moaning into you, and in between the tears in your waterline you can see Taehyun desperately humping the air. Your legs shake when he skims his teeth against your clit, tears finally slipping down your cheeks as he builds up your orgasm again. “Tae..” You gasp, pulling harder against his hair. “Please- please- Tae..” You don’t have to beg, you know he’ll make you cum no matter what, but the words are falling out of your mouth without thought.

Pure desperation has you grinding up against his face as you chase your impending release. You try to talk again but all that comes out is a strangled moan as you finally cum a second time.

Your body goes lax with relief as you cool down, Taehyun pulling his body up to lay on his side next to you. “My perfect wife.”

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inbox is always open 🫶

[andypantsx3]

Ok Andy this had been on my mind for a while now and I really want to hear your thoughts on this!

So we all know that Shouto is pure husband material, the kinda guy you'd be proud to introduce to your parents! But yk all those years of abuse and trauma (our poor bby ;-;) would definitely take a big toll on anyone, right?! So I was reminiscing about the earlier episodes where he is all closed off and cold to everyone, and that really got me thinking... what would dating Shouto REALLY be like.

How much of his behavior in a relationship really be affected by his past? Obviously nobody is perfect and even though our princess man comes close what do you think his shortcomings are as a person/partner? What do you think his toxic traits would be? What could be some of his bad habits? How would he react during an argument? I used to hc that he would be really calm and passive but then I remembered this scene

Ofc us being his partner would change things, but he DOES lash out at times. The police officer hadn't yelled at them, he was just explaining what they did was wrong according to the law (which could be unfair but thats his job) and he straight up called him a slur 💀 (well yk in this society where so many ppl have animal related quirks it probably is a slur? Idk tho). He was sorry later but still. I was so shocked when I internalized the fact that Shouto does infact have quite a temper, even when he's not rude/ aggressive about it. It doesn't make him bad or anything because 9/10 times it's well warranted and I am just a pussy who doesn't handle other's anger well but yk...

WHO WOULD EXPECT A TEMPER FROM THIS LIL FACE?!

I am really wanna take his character and study him under a microscope and I am really interested to see your pov on this. Also don't feel inclined to agree with anything I said if you dont, I asked you precisely cuz I wanted a different way of looking at him from mine.

Btw none of this is to paint him as a bad person or partner because of a few shortcomings or his trauma. We all know he's too precious for that and that would be hypocritical of me especially since I have many of my habits and unhealthy ways of dealing with stuff that I dislike, but I also feel like he has so much angst potential in issues that aren't necessarily rooted in his family but moreso his own personality. Healing is often a "one step forward and three step back journey" and while I hate to watch him struggle, his perseverance gives me a lot of strength. Also obviously people change over the course of time and character development and all that, but we see even after the MASSIVE amounts of character development Bakugo has he still retains a lot of his previous qualities and obviously still struggles with a few things. I wonder if it's similar for Shouto. I wonder what he struggles with 🤔 (idk why I am scared but I don't want ppl to take these dumb sleepy thoughts of mine the wrong way yk lol)

I support my mans rights, his wrongs and everything in between :>

(p.s. I am so sleepy rn I don't even know if any of this is coherent cuz the points are flying all over the place but I hope you get a gist of what I am trying to ask. I love myself some sweet angst when it comes to all my blorbos but when I think of Shouto nothing obvious comes to mind. Also whenever I write even an ask or question like this my respect for writers keeps increasing tenfold! How do you guys write fics at like 4 am and it's still a masterpiece and I can barely string my thoughts together... )

Yes!!! I have so many thoughts about this, particularly as someone who also has daddy issues and a hot temper but actively works to be better as well lol.

I do think for the most part we've really seen Shouto move past who he was in those earlier episodes. That is not to say he still doesn't have those feelings, but he arguably manages them in a more regulated way. He has the temper but now he also has the tools and the perspective to better articulate himself.

I think generally Shouto would work hard to be calm and patient during an argument, but as with any human being, mistakes will be made and tempers will spike. I think during particularly bad arguments he'd get more closed off, like in those earlier episodes, would try to go off by himself so that he doesn't explode with that white-hot rage.

I do think, thankfully, that Shouto's ability to show empathy and compassion even in the middle of what we know are the most emotionally trying times of his life (the fights with Dabi), bodes well for his future ability to communicate and regulate himself on the whole. I do not see him as the kind of man who would yell or break things; I see him as the kind of man who now does everything in his power not to be like that.

And also with a face like that, would we not just let him win any argument anyway?? LOL

[bibewilderedandbuck]

Based on a conversation with @reasonandfaithinharmony

Imagine TK wakes up in the hospital from a routine surgery following one of his more serious stints in the hospital and has this text exchange with Carlos

And TKs still a lil out of it and he sends a voice message to his husband: “Carloooooos Can we get a cat. Specifically this cat. She’s so precious.”

“Hey baby, did everything go ok? How are you feeling?”

“Oh yeah I’m fine, a couple of weeks rest and I can get back to work. So…..we’re just going to ignore this perfect ANGEL?”

And carlos had to sigh because he loves this man very much but he pushes him sometimes. “Babe. What about the lizard? You know, Lou II? Whom I got for you because I love you so much. A cat will most likely eat your beloved lizard.”

And TK replies “oh so he’s my lizard and not our son when he’s in trouble.”

“No ones in trouble, TK. I just don’t think it’s safe to have a lizard and a cat.”

“Just say you haaate me.”

Carlos pulls up to the visitor’s parking lot in his squad car and debates telling TK he’s not coming up until the whole cat nonsense is over. But decides against it. He sends a quick voice message saying they will talk about it when he gets there before heading up.

[hulijingemperor2]

Qin Su: I'm so glad you guys came for vacation. *hugs and kisses*

Shiranui: no prob A-Su! Mwah!

And your Jing Manor is beautiful.

Qin su: thank you!

Kujaku miyou: I would love to Yao Huangdi. I heard he's very gorgeous.

Qin Su: yes yes he is. But he's off limits.

Kujaku: I hear you!

Shiranui: meimei, we won't steal Huangdi from you.

Kinnara: Huangdi is yours and only yours

And he already has a harem of concubines.

Qin Su: but I'm the head of the harem. I'm in charge of them.

Kinnara: aw waw!!

Such an empress.

Kujaku: she was born for the role.

Shiranui: I'm so happy that you and Huangdi reunited a few years ago. You two are a team.

Qin Su: thank you so much. I'm glad I'm back with my Yao Huangdi, and Song'er. As well as Yi'er and Hua.

Sometimes. I feel like I can just pin Huangdi down and get pregnant for him.

Kinnara: *bursts into laughter*

Kujaku: omg Huanghou?!! WHAT!

Shiranui: ahahahaha!!! But she's right. The fox spirit emperor is so dreamy. So handsome.

Kujaku: let's stop before A-Su beats us up for her precious Huangdi.

Shiranui: A-Su, I have encountered some of the Laoling Qin sect members, and they're so righteous, influential and powerful. More than the Lan sect.

Kinnara: your Taizi Dianxia is a perfect sect leader.

Qin Su: yes! I'm so so proud of him! He has Huangdi's charm too.

You guys must meet him later.

Shiranui: we would love to.

Speaking of Taizi, I hope you and Taizi show us around Yunping.

Qin Su: certainly. How about we go to Yunping tomorrow.

Kinnara: and Jingyi er Dianxia governs Gusu so well.

Kujaku: because he's yours and Huangdi's son.

Qin Su: right. I'm proud of him too. Today he's day hunting with the Gusu Lan sect. But Rusong is here for sure.

He had some Yunping and Laoling affairs to deal with.

Kujaku: ahhh, so they both are workaholics.

Qin Su: *laughing* like Huangdi.

Kinnara: speaking of A-Su's handsome husband, he's coming right now.

Kujaku: awwwww.

Yao: why hello ladies. A-Su.

Trio: greetings Huangdi.

Qin Su: Yao Huangdi

Yao: *kisses hand*

Trio: awww.

Yao: what's up.

Qin Su: just chatting with my besties. And we're going to have some wine. You know, gal things.

Yao: excellent choice. *opens fan* I would recommend some fine strawberry and rice wine. It's the most elegant.

Qin Su: oh waw. That sounds tasty. Thank you so much.

Kinnara: isn't he just charming?!

Kujaku: I know right.

Shiranui: Qin Su, you're bad for not sharing him.

Qin su: *chuckle*

Shiranui: Huangdi you're very regal.

Yao: thank you.

Qin su: You heard about Kujaku miyou, right? She's a peacock spirit.

Once she was a queen then her kingdom was destroyed. She then became a dancer.

Yao: that's unfortunate. And how are you going?

Kujaku: I'm fine! Don't worry about me. And that was so long ago.

Yao: ok then. Once you're happy. You should meet Zixuan Huangdi. You're aware he's my brother right?

Kujaku: I'll be honoured. And yes, A-su told me everything about you.

Shiranui: she talks a lot about you. And what she wants to do to you.

Yao: *looks at Qin Su and closes his fan* really.

Qin Su: guys, shhh!!!! Don't tell him!

Shiranui: we must tell him, A-Su.

We can't put the emperor in suspense.

Kinnara: she wants to pin you down. Then she said something about making more childre--.

Qin Su: *covers mouth* HUANGDI, DONT LISTEN TO HER!

Yao: *laughs daintily* you wish to pin me down.

Qin Su: *blushing*

Yao: A-Su.

Qin Su: because your beauty is so divine. That's why. *looks away*

Yao: dear I would love to be pinned down by you.

How about in the future, we take it to the bedroom.

Qin su: ahh. Huangdi. I'll explode.

Sure, Yao Huangdi.

Shiranui: such a hot emperor.

Yao: Tata. *walks off*

Qin Su: see what you mischief makers caused.

*covers face* I'm so shy! But I want to bite him at the same time.

Shiranui: simp.

But it's understandable.

~~~

Afterwards, Qin Su and friends were having a few cups of wine in her seating area

Qin Su: *sips wine* girlies, I got you gifts!

Kinnara: aww. Well you must, baby.

Shiranui: what did you get us?

Qin Su: firstly, some matching pink jade bracelets.

Kujaku: so precious.

Shiranui: and beautiful.

Kinnara: *kisses cheek* thank you, A-Su.

Qin: Shiranui, i got you some clothes and hairpins.

I picked up your style choices.

Shiranui: you have such good eye! Thank you so much. I love them!

Qin Su: no problem!

Kujaku, I got you some peacock feather stuff.

Kujaku: A-Su, they're beautiful.

Qin Su: *smile*

I know right.

Kinnara, I got you some poem books and a fan, and a crystal charm for youp

r biwa.

Kinnara: awww.  You certainly give the best gifts.

Rusong: *enters*

Hey A-niang.

Qin Su: Song'er.

Guys, you see my son.

Rusong: *greets them*

Shiranui: he's the cutest thing.  

Kinnara: Taizi is known to resemble Huangdi, but we believe he resembles you.

Kujaku: very charming.

Rusong: thank you, thank you.

Kinnara: so how's it going in the Qin Sect? You like being the sect leader?

Rusong: yea, it's really fun being the sect leader. I really enjoy it. I'm planning a banquet some time in Laoling, as we succeeded in 4 consecutive night hunts.

Kinnara: waw.

Shiranui: so brilliant.

Qin Su: A-Song, congrats again. And of course our Laoling Qin Sect will be powerful, because of their leader. You bring so much honour to the sect.

*kisses*

Rusong: because of you, A-niang!

*kisses her hand*

Qin su: You're always so talented, and I'm always proud of you.

Kujaku: A-Su would be an amazing retired empress, when A-Song become emperor.

Shiranui: she'll be just like goddess Meng. How she adores her son.

Qin su: I'll definitely enjoy that.

Seeing children bringing in their own success. And my baby Song'er as Huangdi. That's my biggest dream.

Rusong: *smile* 

Qin Su: he will make an influential Huangdi.

Kujaku: of course.

Rusong: thanks.

Shiranui: Dianxia, do you have a gf?

Kinnara: who's Taizi Wangfei and Qin Furen?

Rusong: *blushing*

Kinnara: must be the prettiest and most elegant Gongzhu.

Kujaku: yea, the beautiful Mengs always attract beautiful people.

Rusong: Her name is A-qing, and you should meet her some time. She's amazing.

Shiranui: awwww.

Kinnara: tell us about her.

Rusong: she's from Yi city in Shudong, and Xue yang and Xiao Daozhang are her guardians.

I'm absolutely fond of her personality.

Shiranui: so she's already in team dimple's circle. That's perfect.

Qin Su: yes. She's very sweet and jubilant. But she will say whatever she has on her mind.

I see a strong person behind her childish demeanor.

Kujaku: well if you, Huangdi and Songsong love her, then there's no problem.

And Meng taihou maybe loves her too.

Qin Su: she loves everything, or  everyone who makes her grandson happy.

Kinnara: spoilt by his Nainai.

Qin su: yep.

Rusong: I must be. Because I'm cute.

Qin su and others: *laughing*

Kohaku, one of his new personal assistant, walked in.

Kohaku: greetings Huanghou, and greetings ladies.

Dianxia, new records from Yunping has arrived. I told them to put it on your desk.

Rusong: delightful. I'll check them.

Kohaku: one of the event planners will arrive in 15 minutes, to finalize your details for the banquet.

Rusong: ok. A-niang. *kisses hand again* I got to go plan the banquet. See you later.

Qin Su: bye A-Song.

~~~~

Later in the evening~

Meng Shi: Kujaku miyou. You're a lovely dancer.

Kujaku: yet I could never be as talented as you. You dance like a nymph.

Meng Shi: oh I'm flattered. But you are really good.

I should hire you for A-Song's wedding or his enthronement. To dance for him.

Kujaku: aw, I would be honoured actually. And I need to express my happiness for A-Su and the rest of Mengs.

Meng Shi: such a cute friend.

You three are actually adorable together, alongside A-Su.

Have you seen Xuan'er yet? Asu, you have to introduce her.

Qin Su: certainly. And luckily he's coming over, to meet Yao Huangdi.

Meng Shi: mn.

There he is.

Zixuan: Jimu. *kisses hand*

Meng Shi: how are you, Xuan'er?

Zixuan: exhausted. From emperor stuff.

I need a vacation.

Meng Shi: you do, you do.

Where's Yao'er.

Zixuan: he has gone to get a document.

We are putting some things in place for the Jianghu.

Meng Shi: marvelous.

Yanli: hey Jimu.

Meng Shi: A-li. *strokes hair*

It has been ages.

Yanli: yes it have! And I see A-Su replaced me.

Qin Su: aww, never. *hugs*

Yanli: how's your charity work?

Qin Su: going great.

Kohaku, Shiranui, Kinnara. This is my sister-in-law and bestie.

Kinnara: nice to meet you!

Shiranui: you two must be the most influential women in the empire.

Fashion, Healthcare and philanthropy wise.

Qin Su: yup.

Yanli: anything for our people. We contributed to style, did many charities and put a lot of rules in place for the wellbeing and empowerment of women.

Qin Su: we helped the Jianghu prosper, and happily represented the emperors.

Zixuan: isn't A-Li amazing.

Kujaku: ah she is.

Shiranui: he only heart about Li Huanghou.

Kinnara: Huangdi is head over heels for his wife.

Zixuan: *blushing* I must be.

Kinnara: adorable.

Meng Shi: he's the emperor of blushing.

While my son makes everyone blush.

He has dimples and charm, what do you expect.

Shiranui: definitely. I saw him earlier.

Kinnara: and we begged A-Su to let us borrow her husband.

Kujaku: he's too perfect. And just too gorgeous for the world.

Qin Su: *laughing*

Meng Shi: no way A-Su is sharing him. 

Even though he already has a harem.

Kinnara: Huangdi is actually really hot and sophisticated.

Kujaku: more spellbinding in real life.

Qin Su: You three are something else.

Kujaku, this is Zixuan Huangdi. The peacock spirit emperor.

Kujaku: *bow* greetings Xuan Huangdi.

And I won't bring up that you were blushing for your wife a few minutes ago.

As you can see, I'm a peacock spirit.

Zixuan: ah, a fellow peacock spirit

And Wanghou too. I recognized the pendant on your chain with the peacock goddess.

Kujaku: yes, Huangdi, I once had a kingdom, but only a title.

Zixuan: it's sad to hear about your kingdom's downfall. That was really tragic. I may have heard about you once or twice, but I couldn't do anything.

Around that time, I wasn't Huangdi yet.

I was still a part of the Jin sect.

My mom didn't want to make me emperor because I wasn't married and I had difficulty. *shy* courting A-Li.

Yanli: *giggling*

Meng Shi: oh dear.

Madam Jin never failed to baffle me, with her attitude.

Marriage and children are important, but you shouldn't rush things.

Anyways everything is rushed about her. Have you seen her makeup!

Kujaku: *bursting out in laughter* I'm....I'm sorry...Huangdi!! I can't hold it back! She didn't want to make you Huangdi because you failed courting Li Huanghou?!

Zixuan: I was shy! And an introvert.

I didn't know how to flirt with someone, and I definitely don't want to be like A-Die. I was terrified of turning into him. Do you know how many women he harassed?!

Kujaku: that's disgusting.

Shiranui: so he hot two empresses pregnant without knowing? How is that possible.

Zixuan: becsuse he's a misogynist.

Meng Shi: and he doesn't have a brain.

Zixuan: once again, I'm sorry for not helping. You shall not be ignored. My damned officials didn't tell me about that part of the empire.

How could they?!

Kujaku miyou: ah it's ok. At least we have an amazing emperor like yourself.

Zixuan: thank you!

Kujaku: even if you're shy.

Anyways, I heard that when you and Li Huanghou went to meet people, you were astonished by someone who said they ate week old leftovers.

Then I heard that you cancelled imperial court one day, just to carry your wifey on a tour and then a date. You didn't even cancel it. You just left your officials and ministers in the room, looking at each other.

Zixuan: huh? Who said that? *shy*

Kinnara: your dear wifey and A-Su.

Qin Su: *laughing with Yanli*

Zixuan: A-li, A-Su why do you have to sell me out like that?!

Yanli: because it was adorable. And quite rebellious.

Qin Su: and there's no hiding that you're head over heels.

Kujaku: I think that's kind of cute.

Yanli: he always blushes underneath that regal behavior.

Zixuan: ehem. I'm trying to be an emperor, thank you very much.

Qin Su: you can try being an emperor, but it doesn't take away your shyness.

Yanli: you're a unique type of emperor.

Zixuan: ahaha, I kind of agree.

Kujaku, if you want me to restore your peacock kingdom, you may ask me. I would love to do it.

Kujaku: thank you, Huangdi.

Zixuan: ask me if you need anything, dear.

Kujaku: Huangdi. I want to represent peacock spirits, and restore my nation.

Zixuan: I love that.

My empire needs amazing people like you.

I can make you an ambassador for peacock spirits then.

Foxy pie can't be the only one with an ambassador, am I right.

Kujaku: *laughing* who's Foxy pie?

Zixuan: my bad, I meant~~

Yao: me. *laughing* I'm Foxy pie.

Kujaku: waw. *bow* Yao Huangdi.

Yao: pleasure to meet you again.

Kujaku: why is Xuan Huangdi calling your Foxy pie?! That's so hilarious and adorable!

Zixuan: because he's the cutest thing!

My baby bro.

Yao: even though we're born on the same day. Haha.

Zixuan: *wraps his arms around Ayao* I'm older by two hours.

Yao: right!

we do everything together, basically.

I call him Zishie.

Zixuan: mhm.

Shiranui: then that means you're both babies.

Meng Shi: correct.

Kujaku: you two are the best Huangdis.

Kinnara: so close!

No wonder the empires are prospering.

And it forever will.

Yanli: because of A-ling and A-Song.

Yao: yep. They're extremely close. Like brothers instead of cousins.

Zixuan: the Mengs and Jins went a long way.

Meng Shi: I dislike Madam Jin, and she's jealous of me.

Then Yao'er and Xuan'er weren't quite allowed to speak to each other, but they still did. And now A-Song and A-ling are inseparable.

Madam Jin is one witch.

No offense, Xuan'er.

Zixuan: *shakes head* I wish A-niang treated you and A-yao better.

Anyways, Kujaku, I'll have a ceremony for you, to become the ambassador and chief representative of peacock spirits. As well as the Peacock Wanghou.

It will be in a  week.

Kujaku: I don't know how to express my gratitude.

Thanks for helping me.

Zixuan: what were you doing that whole time.

Kujaku: dancing.

I received the honours of performing in front of Seimei.

Zixuan: remarkable! Foxy and Seimei are friends.

He's a part of the elite order of fox spirits.

Kujaku: ohh, so interesting. Well of course Huangdi knows everyone.

[dukeoftheblackstar]

@sinisterexaggerator This is why I have no qualms pushing reading your work so damn much because of how it exhausts me in the most indescribably satisfying way possible.

Every single read I have of you is just good fucking soup. From start to fin, from every detail, from the depth of your vocabular, to the playful notes of character accent/speech and choice of words in between conversations — be it banter, be it an internal bubble, be it anything stays true to the character and more so is so damn relatable as the reader.

None of your fics have ever left me disappointed or hanging. It was always that signature wild start to that 'I am as spent like whore' end. It is never underwhelming but always, if not most of the time, overwhelming to the point of it being so immersive, I didn't even feel I was reading the last bit until I saw 'Masterlist'.

I LOVE your depiction of Bossk. I love his energy. He is, thanks to this fic, is Husband #4 aka my Milkshake Man. I love him. I love his anatomy. I love how you make him such a babe. Such a husband-material in my very questionable book.

I love the fact that you made him stay true to dick, death, and dough like a proper bounty hunter. I love the Trandoshan ale touch because he was so adorable and game. I LOVE DENGAR in there, love love this dork of a man (I know a little of him with one of Boba's Sarlacc Escape stories).

I love how reader isn't the highlight of it all — that perfect balance where it is shy of a power play but not the typical depiction of Bossk just expectedly dominating the scene.

He's so playful. He's so darling. He's so danger danger.

Your written parts of describing him, from his body to his dick — a fucking wonderland of a read.

I've never been short to say it but I am, I swear in everything I hold true and precious, such a massive fan of your work. All your work. Always a satisfying read that has me reeling with so many emotions I shouldn't be having but here we are, another slut for your writing.

I love you. So damn much. The amount of giddiness I feel whenever you put something out even though I can't read it right away is alarming LOL.

And so, this might have been the longest review I have ever made because I FELT SO CALLED OUT FOR BEING A MONSTER/ALIEN FUCKING AND HIS TWO-PRONGED DICK AND FORKED TONGUE CAN JUST SLIDE RIGHT IN TO MY GODDAMN HOUSE.

But srsly tho, ilysm ;//////; Thank you for blessing this world with your filth. Please insure your beautiful mind and precious hands ♥

Bossk'wassak'Cradossk was a mouthful in more ways than one, you imagined.

WE'RE NOT EVEN BALLS DEEP IN YET.

you were to be spared trying to pronounce anything but “Bossk.”

Or 'daddy' — I DON'T MAKE THE RULES, OK?

That one syllable had been expelled between two rows of knife-sharp teeth, your eyes unable to focus on anything but this beast’s mouth --

I FEEL SO CALLED OUT BECAUSE TONGUESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS AND THEM TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEFS.

This met with his approval, the mercenary belting out a short, sharp laugh. “Well, today is your lucky day then, issssn’t it,” he stated in a sarcastic tone.

PLES. PLES. PLES. PLES.

man named Dengar who had introduced himself moments earlier. You caught his eye briefly; he had the nerve to wink at you.

DENGAR U PRECIOUS BBYCAKES GTFO OF HURRRR ♥

You felt a little something dance down your spine. Fear? Excitement?

The sheer size of him, standing somewhere at 6’3” or taller, forced you to have to crane your neck when looking up into his eyes, the color of burning embers, black as pitch pupils swimming in a sea of red.

PRINCE CHARMING RIGHT HERE, DADDY HI.

yet you wondered how gentle he could be…

WHAT!? ME?! WONDERIN HOW GENTLE MURDEROUS SEXY SNEK KING COULD BE? SURELY YOU JEST ♥

You stared unapologetically, having a rather impure thought, suddenly wondering what his weight might feel like on top of you instead.

SIN STAHP.

Things you found yourself to be interested in; unsavory things; salacious things.

GODDAMN IT.

“What about me, Bossk?” Dengar asked, crestfallen. || “Well, excuuuse me for breathin’,”

Oh god, Dengar. You cute lil bitch ♥

hops must have been so aged that you assumed it had been around since the dawn of the galaxy. In fact, it was so strong, you wondered why it was not being used to power starships.

I've said it so many damn times. You really are one of my top favorite authors in the galaxy ♥

The hunter made a sound that was reminiscent of an angry snake; you regarded him out of the corner of your eye.

Panties. Where are they? Where have they gone? There is nothing here but HNNGGGS and HSSSS.

“Yesssss, for I am the best!” he concluded, self-assured.

BABY YOU DA BEST.

“Piss off, sissssster… I’m trying to relax.”

WHY IS THIS TURNING ME ON SO DAMN MUCH. THIS IS NOT DEGRADING LEVEL KINK THIS IS JUST A LIL LIL 'PLS DONT' THING.

And perhaps it was because he was not a man, or at least not a man the likes of which you had ever seen, that you were captivated by him, though you had been witness to many things this side of the galaxy that were strange and unusual, not so different from a Trandoshan, you thought, and yet --

Ah yes, sin eloquently calling us monster / alien fuckers out there. I HEAR YOU MISS MA'AM. I DO NOT NEED TO BE READ LIKE AN OPEN BOOK.

You couldn’t handle me princessss,”

Well, move the fuck over, Boba Fett.

“You’ve got yourself a deal, ssssweetheart. You’ll be lucky If you can walk.”

Me doing a lil screeeeeeeaaaaam.

“Let’s ssseeee if you’re all talk…” he hissed into your ear, the tip of his forked tongue flitting against your earlobe.

I have such a high kink for reptilians, like this is some major fan service to me and this alone is just — whew.

Bossk sliced it open with a single swipe,

SIR I AM THE POS FOR THAT CREDIT CARD TALON SWIPE, BABY. KACHING KACHING ON THIS BITCH.

“Good thing it doessssn’t have mine,”

RIP DUCH 1992-2024.

“Cold? You won’t be for long with me warming you up,” he forewarned.

He had pushed your tits together, aligning them, little bolts of pleasure causing a moan to escape you.

My man, right here.

“Barely touched you, doll face. Wait for it…” he lisped suggestively. Your legs nearly gave out beneath you once he really started in.

I NEED THIS KING SO CARNALLY I AM WILLING TO HUSBAND THIS BOY UP TO #4.

But then, you felt something else. There was a gentle writhing happening deep inside you, realizing he had sunk his bifurcated tongue straight into your core.

An yes, heaven.

He withdrew for just a moment with a slurp, causing you to whimper lewdly. “Watch your head,” he cautioned.

PRECIOUS GOODEST BOY.

That’s when you saw it -- the size of his erection, jutting out obscenely beneath its cloth restraints. —“Shit,”

YAY. ITS MY BIRTHDAY.

Bossk’s firm pectorals lacked nipples, perhaps why he had favored yours with special attention earlier, though he had washboard abs that cascaded in ripples, exposing the tantalizing vision that was his rectus abdominis muscles. His scales were multiple shades of green, seamlessly overlapping one another, yet some jutted out more than others and came to tiny points like the ones lined along the arch of his skull. Overall, the Trandoshan’s calvarium was covered in these small, needle-like spikes, part of you wondering what their purpose was besides being a kind of organic armor; you would not bother to quiz him on the subject.

This is so carefully defined that I think it's embedded in my head what he actually looks like without the suit. I also love the lack of nipples for his anatomy. Bless bless!

making your mouth water while at the same time putting the fear of God into you.

Well fuck. One of these days I am gonna need a bind of all your fics and sign it. And if ever the stars align when we meet, I am getting a damn autograph.

an array of ribs and crests protruding conically along its outer edge on either side.

he tip of his dick was shaped like the head of an arrow, though more rounded and robust, its entire length tinged an emerald hue that was brighter than his scales; unbeknownst to you, Trandoshan blood was green.

Just so you know, I am taking notes and possibly using this because this is such a darling read! I also just want to say, you wrote Boss' dick like some magical popsicle — Bossk flavor popsicle.

And on am ore serious note, this is giving me really comfort vibes to write 'colored' stuff. I've been playing around with making Plo's or my OC's blood not the typical hues of black or red and well, idk if it's related but I am getting a little be 'comforted' by the idea upon reading this.

“It will if you want it to,” he sizzed sharply, something akin to a shit-eating grin having overtaken his face. “And you best make room for one more,” he advised, pushing down the remainder of his jumpsuit to reveal what he’d been hiding --there were two?!

I needed a moment to calm tf down because I am in tears LOL. Tears because I don't get to find really well-written out fics where there's always that extra appendage, be it the dick itself or some extraterrestrial protrusions like I have for my Plo.

Most of the ones I've read can be super intimidating and gross for me, but this is just downright horny jail material — respectable, horny jail material.

“Or-” he offered, “- you can give up now and expect to pay me all your hard earned creditssss.”

This is why I love bounty hunters. It's not dick or death. It's dick, death, or money. Three things that make me insatiably happy.

Bossk’s slit pupils dilating in anticipation.

OMG THIS IS SUCH A NICE DETAIL kasjdlkashdkahdkasjhdkajhdkajdhka!

“Hope you’re ready for the main event

I NEED THIS MAN JAILED OKAY. WHY HE SO FILTHY AF.

Having only a moment to prepare, the reptile entered you, pitching forward so that you were quite suddenly stuffed to the brim. You yelled out, though it felt so good to be stretched so taut, the plush, sensitive tissue of your sex able to feel every inch and then some, including the miniscule protrusions that lined his cock from head to hilt.

Sigh. I am really at the mercy of your writing here, Sin. I am both floored by how horny this gets me and how inspired it fills my heart to be knowing you in this same timeline.

“Sssseeee? Told you it’d fit.”

He managed to penetrate you down to the convergence of your cervix; you had insisted, a shock of what felt like electricity climbing its way up your nerve endings to manifest itself in a yelp.

Bossk needs to bottom me tf out. Like. TODAY.

“Mmm, always did love a nice pair of tittttsss,

Devoting my tits to Boosk. Sorry everyone.

“Grrrrmnnn….” he groused, not allowing you to get the best of him. “I love human girrrrlllls, and human girls love me,” he affirmed as if it was an indisputable fact.

It's official. Bossk is Husband #4. Should've been Shriv, but Shriv gotta work me like a proper lizard king first.

Who knew Bossk'wassak'Cradossk was a cuddler?

Reader bestie out here asking real MVP questions, like .. BESTIE RIIIIGGGGHTTT?????!

Within minutes, Bossk’s light snoring and the sssskkk of his tongue in and out of dreams aided you in drifting off to sleep, the monster of a man not above using you like he would a stuffy, cradling you the whole night through.

Not surprisingly, you would later promise him to keep this to yourself. Afterall, he had a reputation to upkeep.

Sigh. What a fucking read.

Bossk x AFAB Reader

Summary: You join a small crew of other mercenaries on the lookout for your next big score, but there is time to kill before the hunt begins and you have an itch to scratch -- one that only a Trandoshan can reach with his sharp talons.

Warnings: NSFW / 18+ for size kink, cumflation, kissing, PiV sex, cunnilingus, blowjobs, alcohol consumption, and straight-up monsterfucking. Includes a little fluff, aftercare, and cuddling. Ending inspired by this artwork. P.S.: Bossk has two dicks.

Word count: 7500+

Notes: This is my first time writing for Bossk. I'm not sure if anyone will even read this or how many Bossk fans there are, but I've had it in my head to write a Bossk smut for a few months now, and I finally had time to do it! I haven't been able to publish anything in awhile, but I'm now settled in my new place and happy to get back into the swing of things.

*Banner and divider by me.

Bossk'wassak'Cradossk was a mouthful in more ways than one, you imagined. Luckily, to call a Trandoshan by his or her full name was not customary, and you were to be spared trying to pronounce anything but “Bossk.”

You had done your homework, impressing at least one of your new acquaintances, though that did not stop the reptilian-humanoid from introducing himself with a flash of his tongue. His preferred, shortened title was spoken so thunderously that it overpowered the cacophony of other voices in the bar. It was enough to ensure you would not make the same mistake twice.

That one syllable had been expelled between two rows of knife-sharp teeth, your eyes unable to focus on anything but this beast’s mouth -- that was until you noticed his head tilting incrementally to the left. He was regarding you curiously, a snorted breath being discharged from his flaring nostrils. It seems he had asked you a question and you had failed to hear it.

“What’sss the matter, tooka got your tongue?” he snickered, folding his arms as he waited for some kind of explanation as to your odd behavior.

“I-” you began, thinking quickly to cover your increasing embarrassment, “-I’ve just never been this close to a Trandoshan before. Much less the legendary hunter Bossk,” you finished, buttering him up. It may as well have been the truth, the only thing you failed to mention being the trailing thoughts fluttering around inside your brain in regard to his statuesque proportions.

This met with his approval, the mercenary belting out a short, sharp laugh. “Well, today is your lucky day then, issssn’t it,” he stated in a sarcastic tone.

You looked to the right at your partner; she had organized this little excursion. Scoria was a skilled bounty hunter in her own right, but she had convinced you that you would need help for this next job. Currently, she was talking to a man named Dengar who had introduced himself moments earlier. You caught his eye briefly; he had the nerve to wink at you.

Quickly looking away, you returned your attention to the Trandoshan who interrupted everyone all at once, his voice grating, yet somehow soothing to the ears. “We’ll head out at first light. I know how pathetic human eyesight isss in the dark.”

You had the sense of knowing he fully believed that statement.                        

“For now, let’ssss grab a drink,” he practically commanded, no one bothering to disagree with his proposal.

“Bossk, did I eva’ tell ya’ I love the way you think?”

“Shut up, Dengar,” the creature snapped back, causing you to suppress a laugh. He had emitted a growl that was downright predatory. You felt a little something dance down your spine. Fear? Excitement?

Following behind the others at your own pace, you thought it was a miracle this little backwater planet even had a bar, much less a room, your target lurking in the deepest, darkest depths of the forest where he had carved out a special place for himself among the native flora and fauna.

This being was said to be a Jedi sympathizer wanted by the Empire, and worth so much that even splitting the earnings four ways would have you sitting pretty for some time. Your quarry had spent the last several years funneling Jedi and Force-users to safety, the intel he possessed worth its weight in spice.

The worry was he would not be alone, and there would be many parties to contend with, more than you two could handle on your own – that’s where these so-called guns for hire came in.

You could not deny you were intrigued. In fact, maybe more than that.

Truth be told, as soon as you discovered who Scoria planned to solicit for help, you spent hours rifling through said hunters’ files. While Dengar was a notable hunter hailing from Corellia, Bossk was a powerful warrior of his ilk and had quite the track record, both working with hunters such as Aurra Sing, Embo, and Boba Fett, a man you had yet to lay your eyes on.

The sheer size of him, standing somewhere at 6’3” or taller, forced you to have to crane your neck when looking up into his eyes, the color of burning embers, black as pitch pupils swimming in a sea of red.

His talons were sharp as razors, as were the ones on his feet, capable of ripping a man in two should it be required of him, you suspected, yet you wondered how gentle he could be…

Your musings were interrupted when your partner asked for your order, Dengar having already rushed ahead, and Bossk having taken up residence on a nearby stool that barely supported his unique build. You stared unapologetically, having a rather impure thought, suddenly wondering what his weight might feel like on top of you instead.

“I’ll have what he’s having,” you nodded your head in the scaled sentient’s direction, the yellow clad merc turning his neck markedly to stare at you over his broad shoulder.

“HA! So you figure you can handle Trandoshan ale, do you?” Bossk snickered, banging the flat of his hand against the countertop where the awaiting bartender stood with a somewhat apprehensive look on his face. Though the lizard only had three “fingers,” he held up two, demanding his order to be fulfilled.

“Two. Trandoshan alesss,” he instructed with a snarl, seemingly not able to control his natural mode of being despite his intellect. By all definitions of the word, he was a monster. A monster that could walk and talk, among other things. Things you found yourself to be interested in; unsavory things; salacious things.

“What about me, Bossk?” Dengar asked, crestfallen.

The reptilian laughed full-fledged in his face before bothering to answer. “You’re on your own.”

“Well, excuuuse me for breathin’,” he snidely replied, Dengar deciding to rejoin Scoria who had found herself an opening toward the other end of the bar. Perhaps he wanted to continue their conversation, you surmised, curious as to the manner of their talk; Dengar made sure to call out to his partner before walking out of earshot.

“Remind me ta neva’ pick up your tab again.”

“Whatever, idiot,” Bossk shot back, though he had kept that booming voice of his lowered on purpose, making you wonder about the true dynamics of their relationship – it seemed complicated.

“Is this seat taken?” you thought to ask, another cutting breath being fired off from out of the hunter’s snout.

“What does it look like?” he quipped, not bothering to say yes or no. You thought that might be the closest thing to an invitation that you would get. You gingerly took your place beside him just as the barkeep returned with your ale.

The creature passed one toward you, then took up his own mug. He raised it in a toast, then bellowed out, “bottoms up.”

You held your tongue as you desired to turn his idiom into an innuendo. Instead, you collected your drink, hoping you had not gotten yourself in over your head.

After taking the first sip it was clear that you had.  

You coughed, so potent was its taste. Although it appeared normal enough, the hops must have been so aged that you assumed it had been around since the dawn of the galaxy. In fact, it was so strong, you wondered why it was not being used to power starships.

The Trandoshan laughed heartily, pointing one long claw very close to your face to accentuate his words. “Figures!” he taunted. “Never known an ape who could stomach the stuff, much less a hairless one,” he japed as an insult to your kind.

Once marginally recovered, you gave him a look, determined to not give up and for Bossk to label you a sissy. He was little known for withholding opinions, whether favorable or not, or so you had heard.

“It’s just strong, is all,” you rationalized. “I never said I didn’t like it.”

“Strong, like me,” he confirmed with a terse cackle, taking a chug of his own ale before making you an offer. “If you don’t drink it, I will.”

Defiantly, you took another swig, this time managing to not pull a face. Not sure of its alcohol content, you were already starting to feel a buzz. Smirking, you realized your inhibitions were beginning to lower, but you had already been in an impish mood.

“So I noticed,” you said, wondering if he would perceive your words the way you meant them.

His reply was casual and dismissive. “Maybe your eyesss are sharper than I thought.” He was not one to miss an opportunity to flatter himself, as if your complimenting him was not enough.

“So very humble, Bossk,” you stated sarcastically and with some familiarity, as if you had known this sentient for more than ten minutes. The hunter made a sound that was reminiscent of an angry snake; you regarded him out of the corner of your eye.

‘What do you know?” he asked with a somewhat irritated quality to his voice.

“Nothing,” you admitted, taking a chance to amend this by asking him a little something about himself. You were curious, after all, and at the moment feeling gutsy. “So, tell me then: how did you become such a skilled hunter?”

Without missing a beat, the Trandoshan easily proffered an answer. “The Sssscorekeeper, she smiles down upon me.”

Not surprisingly, you knew little about Trandoshans or their home planet, Trandosha, much less about their customs and culture. You felt a bit ignorant, hoping that he would not be offended at your cluelessness about his people. “The Scorekeep? May I ask who she is?”

“The Great Goddesssss….” Bossk began, talons wrapping firmly around his glass. “She exisssts beyond time and ssspace. She watches the hunt-” he said with gusto, “-and rewards us for our killsss.”

“And she favors you,” you added.

“Yesssss, for I am the best!” he concluded, self-assured.

“I see,” you said offhand.

You thought for a moment about what you had learned, not having much in the way to add. He took this opportunity to take a drink of his ale as you came up with another question, this one causing the corner of your mouth to twitch as you moved your stool a little closer to his. “And what do you think of human Gods? We don’t put much faith into them ourselves.”

Bossk turned his head your way and huffed but did not say anything so as to impede your progress. You wondered if he had any idea you were experiencing an attraction to him, or if he was purposely ignoring it.

“Weak!” he nearly shouted, a few patrons rotating in their chairs to stare.  Your eyes darted around quickly, noting that to bring attention to yourselves might alert the wrong kinds of people of your presence on this rocky world. This did not seem to concern the Trandoshan whatsoever. It was possible he enjoyed the attention, or assumed he could handle himself no matter the situation, therefore he did not think about those kinds of things. Whatever the case, he continued:

“Your Gods deal in suffering. Your reward is pain,” he growled. “Sssstupid.”

You could not argue with that and thought he had a valid point. It did feel that way sometimes, as if whoever was in charge of the universe enjoyed chaos and mayhem, strife and discord, or made a game of it and humans their pawns.

Smiling warmly, you scootched a little closer, allowing your elbow to brush against his. “And what do you think of human girls?” you asked, your voice matching your mood, so very tempted to finger the lightweight yellow material that clothed the reptile.

Bossk made a jerking motion and looked squarely at you, a sound being produced by his vocal chords that signified he was taken aback by your query. Blood-red eyes traveled your form; he took a moment before he finally responded, and it was not what you had hoped for.

“Piss off, sissssster… I’m trying to relax.”

You openly pouted, immediately quieting yourself as you took another drink of your Trandoshan ale. Having temporarily forgotten about its pungency, you almost choked, swallowing it down before having another coughing fit.

Bossk shook his head, chuckling darkly at you, perhaps finding you nearly dying to be amusing. “You don’t have to finish that, you know.”

“I don’t want you to think I’m weak,” you confessed. “I wanted to impress you.”

“HA!” the bounty hunter enunciated dryly. “Impress me with your hunting skillssss,” he asserted. It seemed he was making a habit of laughing at your expense.

That did not deter you. Testing the waters, you trailed a finger down the outside of his prodigious thigh, not really knowing what had come over you except you were inexplicably drawn to this… man.

And perhaps it was because he was not a man, or at least not a man the likes of which you had ever seen, that you were captivated by him, though you had been witness to many things this side of the galaxy that were strange and unusual, not so different from a Trandoshan, you thought, and yet --

“--Maybe I could impress you some other way?” you volunteered coyly, that third swig of ale having emboldened you more so than before.

Bossk angled his head like a curious animal, first in one direction and then the other. He glanced down at your finger tracing his leg and blinked -- you presumed he thought you ridiculous, waiting for him to tear you down once more.

“Are you flirting with me?!” he asked quizzically, and rather loudly at that. If you could have read his expression, you wondered if he might be confronting some sort of disbelief. However, his face was all teeth and tongue, his mouth stretching back nearly to where his ears should have been were he a member of your species. It was impossible to tell his true mood, at least as far as you were aware.

You returned a rather nervous, yet daring, “I don’t know, am I?”

He virtually howled, blood rushing toward your cheeks as he slapped his knee with an open palm. “You couldn’t handle me princessss,” he chided once he had calmed down enough to speak.

Feeling rebellious, your sullen temperament was not helping matters, as you were now speaking before you thought things through.

“Wanna bet?” you scowled.

“How much?” Bossk leaned forward across the bar top, not wasting a moment’s time, his face so close to yours you could feel his hot breath on your skin.

“My half of the bounty tomorrow,” you said without hesitation. You mentally slapped yourself.

“You’ve got yourself a deal, ssssweetheart. You’ll be lucky If you can walk.”

---

Bossk had a ship, the Hound’s Tooth. His modified YV-666 light freighter was more than well-equipped for his dirty deeds, and then some. Parked right outside the seedy establishment you had occupied, the lizard had taken to finishing your drink and the rest of his.

Taking you by the wrist like some ancient, uncivilized being, he had guided you outside, locking his talons around you with a surprisingly careful grip. He had chuckled deviously to himself, as if he had just won a prize, and perhaps he thought he had; you were not sure how often the hunter partook of sins of the flesh, nor did you care to ask. Instead, you planned to win that bet, however much of an excuse it was to get him in the sack.

The moment you stepped inside, the door slid closed, and Bossk was on you like a predator with caught prey, your body tossed like a ragdoll into the hull of his ship. You gasped, yet you would be lying if you said you didn’t prefer things a little rough, already anticipating what would happen next.

“Let’s ssseeee if you’re all talk…” he hissed into your ear, the tip of his forked tongue flitting against your earlobe. You were stock-still, as if caught in his hunter’s snare. You swallowed down your spit, one arm rising in an attempt to touch him.

“Sssssskkkk…”  At once intimidated, Bossk slapped your hand away, his own returning to curl a talon against the crook of your cheek. It grazed itself along your jawline before coming to rest at your chin. He pinched you delicately as a show of good faith; he did not plan to hurt you if he could help it. Then, that same claw slid down, down the line of your sternum and came to a halt at the edge of your lowcut top.

“Some cleavage,” he said derisively, its pointed tip pushing lightly against the fabric that barred your breasts; you were wearing a one piece leotard for range of movement, having left your weapons on Scoria’s ship. Bossk sliced it open with a single swipe, leaving fleshy mounds exposed for his naked eye.

He carefully watched the way they bounced and fought against gravity. Though large, he thought them perky, the apex of his longest finger lightly fondling your quickly hardening nipple. You stood transfixed, panting against the wall and somewhat shocked that he would cut to the chase so fast by nearly wholly undressing you in the airlock of his ship.

“Tooka must have your tongue again,” he teased, inching so close it made you wonder how it would be to kiss him.

“Good thing it doessssn’t have mine,” he finished, and it appeared he was going to address that very thing. The thin expanse of his long tongue delved soundlessly into your half-opened mouth, bypassing your dull, human teeth, Bossk engaging you in such a way that it took your breath away.

You felt a tickle at the back of your throat, the monstrosity having buried himself to the hilt that was his fang-filled maw. You thought he must be able to taste what you had for breakfast at this rate, your hands, tiny in comparison to his, aiming to push against the wide expanse of his chest.

The hunter rasped, that elongated, warm muscle traveling backward as he pulled his head a bit aways, the vertex of your tongue finally able to find his. You toyed with its unique feel, Bossk having no shame as he palmed the round of your breast, squeezing gently at first before he released you from his strangely deep and passionate kiss.

“I’m just getting ssstarted,” he assured you, his large frame dropping down before you to where his head was level with your chest. The sound of his knees hitting the duralloy beneath echoed throughout the entirety of the small chamber as it startled you to stand up straight.

Both of his massive hands took hold of either side of the remains of your outfit, shredding it off your arms and legs, then tossing it idly to the floor at your feet so that you were left with nothing but your boots. You shivered at the sudden breeze against your now bare flesh, Bossk snickering as he admired your human shell.

“Cold? You won’t be for long with me warming you up,” he forewarned.

You had little time to respond. In fact, you didn’t, so fixated on the Trandoshan’s scaled face before you that you couldn’t think of a thing to say. You watched in awe as the tongue that kissed you found the divot between your tits, the lizard licking a path from the base of your breasts to the underside of your vulnerable throat.

You shuddered in delight, closing your eyes instinctively, though your small reprieve didn’t last long as a flicker of something warm and wet darted across both your nipples at the same time. He had pushed your tits together, aligning them, little bolts of pleasure causing a moan to escape you.

The pressure of them being smooshed between inhuman hands, and the soft, nuanced use of his tongue induced a throb between your legs. Bossk suddenly growled, pulling away, having smelled a change in your pheromones that exacerbated his primal instincts. You nearly jumped when one of his hands lifted to disappear below, the back of a claw, shiny and smooth, skimming down the length of your torso to right between your folds.

The curved, rounded arch brushed softly against your clit, parting your lower set of lips as he hissed a bestial sound. You trembled involuntarily, feeling almost ashamed of how wet that had made you, what you thought was a dastardly smile unfurling across the extent of the large reptilian’s face.

“Let’s have a tassssste,” he remarked, dropping your other breast for his now free hand to join in with his other. You felt the sensation of something sharp splaying your labia apart as his tongue, featherlight, dragged itself from the recess of your vagina, all the way to the top of your sensitive cluster of nerves.

You twitched against your will, pinned to your spot as your chest contracted with a breathy exhale. The bastard chuckled at your reaction, your spasming only further encouraging him.

“Barely touched you, doll face. Wait for it…” he lisped suggestively. Your legs nearly gave out beneath you once he really started in.

Fast flicks were administered to your already pulsating clit, your entire body quivering as your breathing picked up speed. The forks of his tongue stimulated you in ways you had not thought possible, the stretch of your lips between clawed digits exposing every nerve fiber to his attack.

Your bosom rose and fell as your breathing picked up, unable to control the pathetic whines and quavering mewls that fell loose on his ears. He only increased in fervor, and before you knew what had happened, you had crumbled into a heap amidst an intense orgasm.

Legs finally betraying you, you slid down the hull. Bossk pulled his muzzle away from you, once more laughing to your dismay. You cursed him under your breath, the Trandoshan at once standing up from off his knees even as you sat in a disarray on the floor. You could feel both the dampness of his saliva and your own secretions dripping down your inner thighs.

“Hmm, what was that? Don’t think I heard you, princess,” he informed you in a gravelly tone. You had no time to recover before he bent down to scoop you up, as if you were nothing more than his plaything and weighed about as much as a child’s toy.

“Come here,” he directed forcefully, though you may as well not have any say in the matter, Bossk holding onto you in his big, strong arms only to lift you up and set you down atop his shoulders -- frontwards.

You gasped, not knowing how you had even made it up there so quickly, finding your crotch to be centered with the lizard’s snout and your knees resting against his shoulders while your legs hung limply along his back. But then, you felt something else. There was a gentle writhing happening deep inside you, realizing he had sunk his bifurcated tongue straight into your core.

You groaned in ecstasy, unable to stop yourself even if you had wished to, that snake like organ massaging your walls as his beak rubbed against your still thrumming bud.

Your thighs tightened around either side of his mammoth skull, breasts pressed firmly against his face as your arms enshrouded the back of his head and drew him in. You subtly shifted your hips to and fro, finding yourself to be fucking his mouth with your cunt as he carried you aloft and down the hall.

He withdrew for just a moment with a slurp, causing you to whimper lewdly. “Watch your head,” he cautioned.

You looked backward and realized you would need to duck, clearing the entryway to the rest of the alien creature’s ship; the airlock shut behind you as you both vacated the area, and for a moment you dared to look around. However, once you had accomplished not beheading yourself, the Trandoshan made a guttural sound, delving back inside your pussy as he snarled predaceously, working his way deeper into the plush confines of your moist heat.

“Fuck,” you panted, hips once more gyrating slowly across his squirming tongue. He was playing with his food, you decided, somehow the man having found your g-spot as he worked it with unmatched patience. Your weight lifted up and off him as you raised your pelvis to meet his mouth; he was incessantly tickling you toward another release, and you could not help but want to get nearer to its source.

“Oh, fuck, Bosssssk,” you hissed out his name as if you were a Trandoshan yourself, a blast of hot breath streaming forth from his nostrils to scorch your skin as he laughed, even while still steeped inside you. You thighs clenched harder until finally you came, your body at once going limp so that the hunter would have to fully support you as he slid you off his shoulders and into his awaiting arms.

“That’ssss my name,” he stated to your annoyance, your eyes darting up as your chest heaved. Your expression alone informed him you were displeased at his attempts to be a smartass, hoping he did not force you to endure the other half of that childish phrase.

The man chuckled again instead. You were abruptly discarded with a thud, finding yourself tossed haphazardly onto what you thought was an oversized bed. You looked up at him, unable to hide your mild indignance. That’s when you saw it -- the size of his erection, jutting out obscenely beneath its cloth restraints.

“Shit,” you muttered,eyes widening. It was apparently time to put your money where your mouth is, and possibly quite literally. Still, you sat agape, having not even laid your eyes on anything but its substantial outline, and already you were thinking of chickening out. But that did not mean you weren’t at least somewhat curious.

“Shit is right, sssweetheart,” he jeered. “You’re in for it now.”

The man had little in the way of modesty, unhooking the white flack vest from around his chest to let it hit the floor. Then, trusting you enough – not that you were any match for him, and naked at that – he disarmed himself and allowed the remainder of his gear to be discarded in much the same manner, leaving him wearing nothing but his pressurized suit.

Finally, two talons started at the top of a hidden zipper to be cleanly whisked to just below his belly, Bossk shucking off the sleeves to leave his torso bare. Your eyes traversed his rough hide, though it was not unattractive, inquisitive to his very nature as his flesh was so different from yours, or any other species you had thus encountered for that matter.

Bossk’s firm pectorals lacked nipples, perhaps why he had favored yours with special attention earlier, though he had washboard abs that cascaded in ripples, exposing the tantalizing vision that was his rectus abdominis muscles. His scales were multiple shades of green, seamlessly overlapping one another, yet some jutted out more than others and came to tiny points like the ones lined along the arch of his skull. Overall, the Trandoshan’s calvarium was covered in these small, needle-like spikes, part of you wondering what their purpose was besides being a kind of organic armor; you would not bother to quiz him on the subject.

Together, you were skin and scales, now finding yourself to be daydreaming about what his body would feel like pressed up against yours, so frail in comparison; you deduced it would not be long before you found out, yet the grandiose size of his genitalia gave you pause. You were both eager and uneasy about seeing it outright.

He was not one to leave you hanging, his alien phallus springing forth from the gap in his suit where the zipper had parted; it was beyond sizeable, making your mouth water while at the same time putting the fear of God into you.

You were not sure what you were supposed to do with it.

“That’s not going to fit,” you blurted out, your eyes never once leaving the hardened, ridged cock of the creature before you. Its girth was nearly half as thick as your own forearm, an array of ribs and crests protruding conically along its outer edge on either side. The tip of his dick was shaped like the head of an arrow, though more rounded and robust, its entire length tinged an emerald hue that was brighter than his scales; unbeknownst to you, Trandoshan blood was green.

“It will if you want it to,” he sizzed sharply, something akin to a shit-eating grin having overtaken his face. “And you best make room for one more,” he advised, pushing down the remainder of his jumpsuit to reveal what he’d been hiding --there were two?!

You audibly gasped, Bossk placing his foot upon the bed beside you. One elbow came to a rest on his knee after he stepped out of the leg holes of his ensemble. He leaned forward toward you against his arm for balance, leaving nothing to the imagination; you openly gawked at his chiseled form. He waved a hand patronizingly in your direction, deciding to remind you of the alternative.

“Or-” he offered, “- you can give up now and expect to pay me all your hard earned creditssss.”

This simple admonishment was all it took to steel you for what was to come, not about to lose out on a job that could afford you a lengthy stretch of vacation should you be able to pull your own weight tomorrow. Either way, you would give it your best shot, deciding it was all or nothing; you swallowed back your trepidation and took one cock in each hand.

The beast before you made an unusual sound, something between pleasure and surprise. You weren’t even sure if he would like what you were about to try, but you also assumed Bossk was not one to hold back from announcing his displeasure should the need arise.

“Getting braver, are we?” he derided you, pulling his hips back from the hands that clasped his cocks to push them forward again, forcing you to squeeze them tightly in your fist in order to hang on – it seems this was the goal.

Taking the hint, you began to work your dominant arm, fingers traversing and exploring the many truncations of his anatomy. The other you guided toward your mouth, Bossk’s slit pupils dilating in anticipation. His tongue pulled away from wiry lips as his fangs clacked together, a soft, crisp hiss resounding in your ears. You relaxed your jaws, hoping by all of Alderaan's ghosts that you would still be able to breathe once it maneuvered down your throat -- and what an undertaking it would be.

“Good girrrrl,” he growled, causing you to hasten your efforts as you adjusted incrementally to the large invader sliding down your gullet, carefully beginning to glide your tongue and lips around its ribbed circumference. The hunter gathered tufts of your hair in his large claws, turning your head up toward his with a gentle show of force, his stare unwavering as he gazed into your eyes; this in and of itself shamelessly basted your loins, ensuring a smooth entry in the future, and you were becoming all the more eager for it as time ticked by.

“Not so bad, issss it?” he asked, his free hand moving below your chin as he held you steady with the backside of another of his unsettling talons. Although, you were now getting used to them, there being something decidedly sexy in the way a tool - designed to rend meat and flesh into sunders - could be so tender and conscientious as it touched and caressed your skin.

“Mnn mmn,” you voiced in agreement, sucking in air through your nose as you exhaled slowly, allowing yourself to further unwind. You felt your gag reflex trying to activate itself, yet you gradually managed to coax your throat muscles to loosen and go slack, finally intaking his member as far as your body would allow.

Bossk purred another pleasing sound, evocative of the Igua-Jaws that lived on Dagobah, his hips beginning to rock back and forth inside your mouth as the head of his cock plunged as far as your oropharynx. The hand holding his other phallus pumped him steadily, though it was hard to keep pace as the Trandoshan had found his own.

“Ssstay just like that, princesss,” he encouraged, fucking your mouth as if it was your vagina, not holding back even the slightest degree as you moaned and groaned under the uninterrupted onslaught of his cock. You did your best to stay afloat, at some point feeling used and liking it, as if you were nothing more than a squashy sheath to stick his dick in. Somehow, it gave you a sense of power -- he wanted you for reasons; there would be no more pretending it was all for fun and games.

You released your grip on his second cock, unable to accommodate it as you were only human and only had one mouth. You found it somewhat ineffective to keep jerking him, instead placing both hands on either side of the reptile’s narrow waist. You used this position to stabilize yourself, crawling up onto your knees for a better vantage. You could feel every thrust hit the back of your throat, your nails, clean and trim, digging into the hardened exterior of the man who had by this point closed his eyes in bliss.

“Sooo ssssoft and waaaarm,” he complimented, slowing his speed to instead fuck your mouth more deeply. He pitched his pelvis forward and backward, the head of his member edging close to your lips before he drove himself inward again. The meat of his thick thighs tensed, and you could feel his cock flex, indicating to you that he was close.

“Ssssssskkkkkkkkkaahhhh……”  The Trandoshan verbalized his rapture, offloading a torrent of sperm that hit the back of your soft palate and kept on coming. In order to breathe, you focused on swallowing, guzzling down Bossk’s seed to the point there was no more room in your mouth to house it.

You murmured a sound of protest as a white seepage leaked at the corners of your lips, dribbling down your chin for droplets to find their way onto your naked breasts. Still, his semen kept pouring itself into you, as if he were filling a swimming pool, the feeling of your belly becoming full setting off alarm bells in your head; it was as if you had chugged a milkshake all in a few seconds’ time.

Pushing against his hips, the creature relented. You sucked in a desperate breath as soon as his cock exited your mouth. You gasped, intaking another round of fresh oxygen, your hand lowering to hold your now aching gut.

Bossk ran the backside of his foreclaw against your belly, prompting you to remove your hand. Then, he poked it, chuckling morosely as he pushed you backward onto the bed.

“We’re not finished here,” he stated, taking up his unspent cock to wave it at you, though he was careful how he handled it, knowing from experience just how sharp his own claws could be.

You stared at him with wide, timid eyes as you wiped excess cum off your face with the back of your hand; you had never been with a species that had a hemipenis, not sure you could handle one round, much less two. You held your breath as he mounted you, aligning his reserve phallus up against your twat as he prepared for entry; he drew it across your already soaked slit, saturating himself from tip to base.

Still holding your sore stomach, Bossk sibilated filthily into your ear, his forked tongue causing a wellspring of goosebumps to creep across your arms and legs. “Hope you’re ready for the main event,” he sardonically emphasized, causing a shudder to rock you to the marrow of your bones.

Having only a moment to prepare, the reptile entered you, pitching forward so that you were quite suddenly stuffed to the brim. You yelled out, though it felt so good to be stretched so taut, the plush, sensitive tissue of your sex able to feel every inch and then some, including the miniscule protrusions that lined his cock from head to hilt.

Slowly, deliberately, he drew out of you, once more thrusting inside to get you accustomed to the sensation of being split open time and time again. You groaned somewhere between pain and ecstasy, your fingers coming to rest on what was now a second bulge, this one the stout imprint of his lizard’s dick.

“Sssseeee? Told you it’d fit.” He grinned like the horned devil he was, placing his gargantuan hand atop your own. He moved succinctly, not too fast and not too slow, pressing down on your pubic bone with his open palm. This intensified the pleasure of having him sequestered between your thighs, finding yourself wanting to splay your legs wider to reveal more of yourself to him, whether that made you vulnerable or not.

“What a pretty little thing you are,” he praised, bending forward to lap at the edge of your mouth before you supplied him entry, his talented tongue once more diving to the back of your throat as you bashfully twisted and wriggled among the sheets; you were pining for more and the hunter could sense it, rebuking you lightly for being so suddenly desperate, as if he hadn’t known this would happen all along.

“I’ve got your comm frequency, sisssster,” he said between snakes of a split muscle, licking the underside of your teeth before he parted ways with your face so that he could put all his attention into the task at hand. Bossk then began to make use of his powerful legs, each pump of his alien cock into you causing an indecent moan to pelt the air, the tone of your mewling betraying just how good it felt as you urgently tried to curtail your needy cries.

With his semen sloshing in your stomach, you did not seem to mind, having already forgotten his previous transgressions as you crooned to the ceiling of his ship.

“Fuck me, Bossk, fuck me; keep going, just like that,” you begged quietly, reveling in the peculiar experience that was your cunt being tenderized by the knobbed surface of his prick.

“What do you think I’m doing?!” he sassed back, the Trandoshan’s hips driving into you harder with every cast. He managed to penetrate you down to the convergence of your cervix; you had insisted, a shock of what felt like electricity climbing its way up your nerve endings to manifest itself in a yelp.

“Happy now?”

“Mmhmm,” you confessed, your hand cupping the shape of his abnormally large erection as it massaged your innards to your heart’s content. The continual pressure of his dick against the roof of your anterior walls finally triggered your body’s main erogenous zone, Bossk having hit it repeatedly until you exalted his name to the stars and heavens beyond.

“Heh, heh, heh…” he chortled dryly, obviously pleased with himself. He posed a question to you, even as he was working toward his own high.

“Oh, yeah? You liked that, huh?”

The way he phrased it was almost comical. In fact, you may have laughed had he not just given you one of the best orgasms of your life. Instead, you looked up at him with sultry eyes, pushing your breasts together for his viewing pleasure. He took this as an invitation, kneading and groping your right tit with one hand as his opposite held him up so as to not crush you with his weight.

“Mmm, always did love a nice pair of tittttsss,” he acknowledged, trailing off as you tightened your Kegel muscles and wrapped your legs around his lower back.

“Y-You’re gonna make me cum like that,” he conceded, that not stopping you in the least. You crossed your ankles, using the muscles in your legs to seesaw him back and forth inside your slippery crevasse. The Trandoshan was not amused, apparently not wanting to lose his spare load so quickly to the likes of you – a hairless ape.

“You never told me what you thought of human girls,” you whispered, intentionally allowing him to feel your torrid breath against his glossy scales.

“Grrrrmnnn….” he groused, not allowing you to get the best of him. “I love human girrrrlllls, and human girls love me,” he affirmed as if it was an indisputable fact.

This time you did laugh, the lizard canting his head as he glowered over you. You would make sure to reassure him, knowing he ego might suffer. All in all, you had come to the conclusion that Bossk was softer than he let on, despite his tough, leathery hide. “Mn, yes, we do…” You blinked languidly, smiling up at him.

Not knowing what you were in for, that was all it took; Bossk bust his second nut into your tight, mammalian hole. You squealed in surprise as warmth flooded your insides, your body not made to absorb and hold onto his sperm.

The Trandoshan gathered your legs, throwing them over his neck and shoulders as he continued to crank out more and more cum, the stuff spilling down your thighs and ass crack as your uterus expanded near to bursting. You watched in horror and mild fascination as your belly once more extended, as if you were being inflated like a helium balloon.

Once Bossk had drained himself, you were left looking four months pregnant, groaning as he slipped his cock out but held your legs firmly in place. He took hold of one ankle in each hand, then brought them together, looking down to admire his handiwork while not allowing you to spill one drop.

You drooled, sucking your own spit back into your mouth as you gazed up at your lover dumbly. He pat you on your tummy, once more tilting his head to the side. “Good thing humans and Trandoshanssss can’t breeeeeeed,” he snidely remarked.

Then, out of seemingly nowhere, Bossk produced a towel, having reached beyond you to some unknown part of his large bed with your ankles still gathered in his other hand. You hated to think how long that towel had been there, or if it was even clean, at least thankful there was anything at all with which to freshen yourself up.

“Thisss should do the triccck,” he said as he laid the worn piece of fabric out beneath you. Bit by bit, he lowered your legs, graciously permitting his spunk to travel down and out of you, finally taking some of the pressure off your guts.

You sighed in relief, wave after wave of semen trickling out of your sore opening, coating Bossk’s so-called towel in a deluge of his seed. When all was said and done, you weren’t sure how much of his cum you had interred within yourself, and how much had wound up on the bed, teetering somewhere between disappointed and thankful that it was over; you had won.

“Refresher’s down the hall and to your left,” he offered, granting you permission to use the sonic should you require it –- and you most certainly did.

--- Upon reentry to the lizard’s nest, Bossk was curled up in a position he had favored in the egg - knees to chest - having discarded his soiled linens to replace them with new ones.

Knowing that the hunt was to begin tomorrow, you did not expect Bossk to invite you to stay, yet he lifted the sheets as a way to motivate you to join him beneath the covers.

“Ssssleeping here is as good a place as any,” he entreated.

You suspected there was more to it than that, but decided not to deny him a snuggle after he had fucked you so good and proper. You slinked in next to him, your voluptuous rump sidling up against the convexity of his lap. Bossk intoned a little noise of satisfaction then, burly arms encircling your diminutive frame as you settled down to rest.

Who knew Bossk'wassak'Cradossk was a cuddler?

You could only hope that come daybreak you would still be able to walk, as Bossk had predicted otherwise.  For Scoria to find you with legs bowed and crotch aching from being pummeled with an oversized cock that was not meant for you was not how you hoped to start the day. Besides, you no longer had clothes to wear; you assumed Bossk might at least provide you with a shirt, or shorts, figuring he did not expect you to go out naked to meet up with your crew.

Within minutes, Bossk’s light snoring and the sssskkk of his tongue in and out of dreams aided you in drifting off to sleep, the monster of a man not above using you like he would a stuffy, cradling you the whole night through.

Not surprisingly, you would later promise him to keep this to yourself. Afterall, he had a reputation to upkeep.

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[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Mom my kids are finally registered for school and start Monday, they're doctors gave me huge issues about getting their freaking shot records of all things which I need for them to be enrolled, but now I can stop thinking about how the Haikyuu dad's would react to dropping their kids off at school on the first day. It's infecting my brain lmfao.

Oh my god this idea is so freaking adorable 🥺🥺🥺 please we need all the dads!!!

Featuring Bokuto, Atsumu and Oikawa

No warnings, all fluff 🥰

Let me know if you want me to do more characters! Honestly these are so cute!

Bokuto

Cries, balls, literally enters emo mode for the entire rest of the week

His little princess is starting school and he's not ready 😫

You've done everything you possibly can to prepare your daughter and she's ready

But your husband on the other hand 😬

"Kotarou you can't just stand by the door waiting for her to come out of school. Thats super creepy and also, she's fine!" You say, trying to console your deflated husband

"YN she's so little! What if someone picks on her? What if she gets lost? Oh my god should be have bought her a cell phone???" Bokuto exclaims, fully freaking out.

You sigh, hugging your husband from behind and rest your head in his shoulder, "Ko she's 5, I promise she will be ok! I have a great idea, how about we head home and we can pick her up together before you head to afternoon practice! Then you can see how awesome her first day was!"

Bokuto just nods in agreement, knowing you are right but still saddened that his first born is growing up right before his eyes.

Atsumu

The silent worrier

Seriously he acts composed but he's not

Will watch out the window a full hour before your son's bus is due to arrive so he won't miss it

"That's it, I'm calling the school!" Atsumu says, throwing his hands up and walkingnto his phone.

"Sumu stop it! It's still 5 minutes before the bus is suppose to arrive," you say rolling your eyes and taking cookies from the oven

"YN the bus schedule says drop off time between 2:50 and 3:05, it is now 3:01! Don't ya think they are cutting it a bit close?" Atsumu shouts as you stand there, staring at your moronic husband.

"Sumu, it's going to be fine! The first week of school is always hectic. Give the poor bus driver a break and stop being such a stickler."

"I'm not a stickler YN! There is nothing wrong with holding people accountable for the actions," Atsumu explains

In reality, he's barely holding it together. The thought of your son being away from him for so long is breaking his heart.

Oikawa

The most prepared yet dramatic

Has personally purchased the list of school supplies and color coordinated everything

Will start new traditions with your daughter that he will continue into her college years

"Ok sweetie! Wave at the camera for Uncle Iwa, Makki and Mattsun!" Your husband says, waving his fingers in the air and being so freaking adorable.

"Toru, you've take at least 50 pictures not to mention you documented her entire morning routine on your Instagram reels," you say, arms crossed as you watch your husband fuss of your daughter.

"YN this is a big moment for us, please don't ruin it," Toru says as you roll your eyes at him.

"Come on sweetheart, let's get you in the car before your dad realizes that your hair is totally lopsided," you say, leading your daughter to your car and slightly teasing your husband.

"YN why didn't you say anything earlier?" Toru cries as you just laugh.

He just wants everything to be so perfect for his precious baby.

[chronic-claire-universe]

Tokyo Revengers: Mood Swings

Guys it's a difficult period, I know you are waiting for matchup but I can't force myself to write them, that's why I indulge in differents contents, mind my mood swings joke and indulge in another story of tokyo revengers dads!

Characthers: Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani, Hajime Kokonoi

Warnings: Slight Angst, Fluff, Cursing, Pregnant Reader

"Fuck fuck! I hate this!" you shout while trying to close the dress'zip Ran gifted you when asking to be his life companion. It isn't your fault, you feel so overwhelmed and your body ache, but most of all this body is changing you mutter under your breath.

"Is my love ready for our special dinner?" you suddenly hear and felt arms huggin you from behind, "Shut the fuck up Ran!" you shout while tears start to stream from your eves, "Love.." he says while looking at you through the mirror, "Don't - ngh - love me!" you spit in between sobs, "How can I not love you? It's not something I decide, it's basic like breathing, so you must bear with it until my ass gets old!" he says with a grin, "Just stop it! I hate everything around me!" you say making him flinch, "Y/N what's the problem?" he says trying to stay composed, "It's - it's- ngh -dress" you say in between sobs, Ran adressing his liliac irises towards your lower body and recognizes the dress, you love that dress and suddenly he notices the problem, "Love it's our baby, she's growing! This means our love grows every centimeters she grows in your perfect body" he says while caressing every corner of your belly and breast "Beside you don't need your favourite dress to appeal me" he says while kissing your neck making you moan in response. His hands turning you to look at him and you see a pure smile on his face, a chast kiss arrives from him, "Put something comfy, everybody will want you anyway and I'll be even prouder to show you as mine" he says while slapping your ass and giving you the last premaman dress he bought for you!

“Y/N you barely eat your spaghetti” Rindou says looking at you while bread-dipping the plate, tears treaten to spill from your eyes as soon as you sees his inquisitive look on you, “It’s - it’s “ you say before sobbing making Rindou stands up and crouch beside you failing completely to calm you down, “What is it dove? Tell me please!” he says trying to help you but pushing him away, your gag reflex make you run towards the sink throwing up everything, “Y/N” he says while taking your hair and rubbing your back, “Stay the fuckin back Rin!” you manage to say shocking your husband, you’ve never been so moody till you informed him about your pregnancy, after washing your mouth you run towards your shared bedroom shutting the door behind you. Rindou arrives knocking and staying on the corner of the room he looks at you crying into the pillow and huggin it like your life depended on it “Y/N do you wanna talk?” he says cautiously trying not to trigger you “Rin, I’m sorry, I’m an ungrateful person, you cooked what I wanted and I throw it up because I don’t like it” you say guilty “And I even shout at you” you continue desperately crying, “Dove it’s ok, I’m not angry I know it’s difficult facing a pregnancy, that’s why I’m here to help you” he says making you sigh and turning your face to him. You look at him with doe eyes as minutes before you didn’t shouted at him, you seem another person, a calm woman caring for her husband, “I hate being like this, it’s not like me shouting at you” you confess “And this remember why no one should never upset you, pregnant or not” he says with a smile making you giggle, “Intimidating woman who straighten her mafioso husband” he says while laughing, “Now can I hug you?” he says with open arms, “Shower, I hate the cologne you wore today, “But you gift-” “Shower now, I don’t want to throw up on you this time”, “The things I do for you, precious woman” he says before going towards your bathroom undressing himself in front of you, “Wanna join ane-san?” “Of course executive!”.

It wasn’t the best time for your husband to forget his lunch, the one you decided to prepare despite all the troubles you had with your morning sickness. Koko wasn’t feeling very well this morning so you decided to prepare something healthier rather than the hearty meal he normally takes from the italian restaurant near the headquarter.

That’s why now you take the porsche he gifted you “to avoid mama and baby gettin tired” he said when you told him that you were expecting your first child. The car has every comfort you can ask for, even the bags for your nausea at your fingertips, Koko provides a solution for every problem you could have, despite forgetting about his ones. Feeling happy you across the door of the headquarter, the guards let you go recognizing you, “Mrs Kokonoi, goodmorning your husband is busy now” one of the man says “No problem, I’ll be waiting” you say flashing a smile. Half an hour passed by and when you thought he would have finished you see him laughing with a young woman who was too much touchy in your opinion, the green monster appears behind your back but without faltering you smile and say “Koko” and your husband eyes wide, “Love, what brings you here? Aren’t you tired? You shouldn’t force yourself, the baby” he says huggin you and caressing the baby bump which barely shows up. “It’s ok Koko, I came with the car, we’re not tired don’t worry” you say, but before he can say anything else you notice the girl looking over you, “You must be busy, I’ll go now but please eat, ok?” you say with a faux grin and turning your back you go. Your wrist now blocked make you stop “Love, is something the matter?” Kokonoi says but as soon as he sees your smile he thinks that maybe he just dreamt you being angry.

As soon as you reach the elevator you start to cry lashing every paranoic thoughts out, she’s skinny, she’s younger, i’m gettin fat these thoughts roam on your mind without stop, making you not elaborate anything, not even your surroundings.

“Love?” it’s hours that you thought about it and you can’t even notice your husband coming back at one in the night, “Love? What’s happening?” Koko says shaking you to make you snap out from the trance, “Mh yes Koko? Nothing happened, if you’re hungry there’s the leftover in the fridge” you say avoiding his look, “Did you already eat?” he says concerned, your words could fool but your actions and pale face say otherwise, but still you lie “Of course I ate! What dumb question you ask?” you say again with that smile, “Stop fucking around y/n!” Koko shouts suddenly “I ask you again, what’s happening? And tell me the truth” he says trying to stay calm, but that’s not what your mind perceive and you can’t help but start to cry.

“Love love, sorry I didn’t want to shout at you! I’m just worried! Talk to me please!” he says while wiping your tears and huggin you, “It’s- it- the girl” you whimper, “Which girl?” he question confused “This morning” you manage to say “She’s young, she’s beautiful and she’s thin and I’m just getting fat”. Desperation fill your words “Love, did you eat right?” he says while looking deep in your eyes, and rubbing his nose with yours he waits for a reply, “No” you confess, “Good cause I really want some shit like milkshake and fries from mcdonald” he says with a smile, “How’s that sound to my stunning wife and mother of my precious baby?” he says while giving chast kisses in every corner of your face while caressing your curves, “Sounds good my dear husband” you say while giggling, “Sorry, I don’t know why I got so afraid” you mutter while kissing his face and breathing his cologne “It’s ok love, I can deal with criminals I don’t think it’s strange to see you worry about your body changing over the months, just next time remember that we’re in two in this thing and I’m here to lessen your already important burden” he says finally kissing you properly and putting his tongue inside your mouth, making out with desire, “Mh mh Koko, do you think food can wait? I’m horny” you say with a blush.

Mood Swings, sudden change of emotion and physical change that barely a mafia executive can deal with!

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ok but what if 2. We were dancing but all of a sudden it’s a slow song and we’re standing here awkwardly staring at each other, orchestrated at madney’s wedding?

you're all i want, i'll never let you go [725 | getting together] {ao3} title from king of my heart by taylor swift. here is the cover of you are in love to set the mood. right to the good parts prompt list

He and Eddie were on the dance floor as an upbeat song finishes with a flourish, his eyes pretty much glued to Chimney and Maddie as he twirls her around filled with joy, her loosely curled hair fluttering in the breeze along with the skirt of her dress. He can’t help but remember how her hair had been pulled into a tight bun the last time. How he had seen her smile that day, but now he watched as she laughed with her whole body, even in her eyes as she danced with her husband. 

The gentle notes of a harp cover of You Are In Love by Taylor Swift float into the air. And Chimney and Maddie settle into a close hold, her head resting on his shoulder. And he has a flash of when she had insisted on adding it to the playlist. 

“Yup, this is the one!” Maddie exclaimed as she added what felt like the 10th cover of the same song to the playlist. 

“Why not just play Taylor’s version?” Buck asks with a quirk in his brow. 

“This is classy,” his sister replies. 

“Classy would be hiring a band,” Buck deadpans. 

“Who told you that? Eddie?” She grins widely at him. 

“Madison Buckley!” He playfully seethes, “he is in the kitchen!” 

“And you are chicken! That’s also not my name.” 

He just sticks his tongue out at her, which earns him an eye roll. 

Eddie offers him a hand since they are standing there on the dance floor anyway. And what’s the harm in slow dancing with your best friend who you’re in love with anyway? 

Yeah, Buck eats those words as soon as Eddie has an arm around his waist, hand on the small of his back,  and is leading them across the dance floor with perfect ease. Buck has never been led on the dance floor. It’s nice. 

Fuck. 

The notes float over him, each of the lyrics hit him square in the chest even though they aren’t being sung. Sue him, he likes Taylor swift- she is the music industry. 

Then for the first time he looks into Eddie’s eyes. And everything stops and they are frozen on the dance floor. 

“Hi,” is all he says. 

Eddie smiles and says hi back before he tugs Buck closer and settles into a soft sway. 

They stay like that for the duration of the song, and as the notes drift off and bleed into the next, slightly more upbeat song. 

And then Buck tugs Eddie out onto the porch of the reception hall. The night air cool and fresh. 

“Why are we out here?” Eddie asks. 

“You’re my best friend,” is how Buck starts because he can’t get that line out of his head, and the way he says it laced with every unsaid I love you, “and I don’t want the first time I do this to be in front of our family. Also it’s my sister’s wedding, love her but she may murder me if I steal the show.” 

And before Eddie can ask, Buck's hands land on his waist, curling around his hip, and pulling him into a kiss. Eddie’s hands find a home cradling Buck's jaw like it’s precious glass. And it’s desperate and needy, brand new and paradigm shifting, but like they had done it a thousand times before. It’s laced with everything that’s unsaid. Because it’s been in every movement and word between them for the past five years. 

“Oh, we’re good at that,” Eddie says when they finally take a breath. 

“Always have been good as a team,” Buck replies cheekily with a smile. 

“You’re right about that.”

“I’m right about a lot of things,” and he can’t help but kiss Eddie again.  

“Hey you two, we’re about to do the bouquet toss, and we can’t be missing the two most single people at this shindig for that can we?” Hen says from the doorway. 

They share a look. 

“Unmarried then?” Hen asks with a smile, and a look that says she will keep to herself until they have a moment. 

They both nod and smile and head back inside. 

And when Eddie catches the bouquet he swears Maddie winks at him. He looks to Buck with a raised brow, and all Buck can do is shrug, his eyes holding a promise. 

[searenbound]

I have work in an hour and I'm not even out if bed because the babies fell asleep on me and my husband has just fallen asleep after being at work till 2am but ye.

Sugar daddy Bakugou most definitely is soft for you but he loves to see you cry so he makes you cry happy tears.

You were talking about wanting another animal when you to bed that night the little fluffy ball laying right there. It makes you cry and he gets hard sliding into bed after you let the fluff ball down or out it in its cage he'll pull you close "Now don't you think something like that deserves a proper thank you"

Of course something Bakugou loves is the fact that even though he's your sugar daddy and you thank him in many ways you always hug him and say thank you but he can tell it's genuine it's not for show or to make you seem more grateful he loves it about you.

You two were walking down the street he was on the phone and he stopped talking quietly you were by his side holding his hand. When he hangs up he says "Sorry baby, let's go now yea" "Mhm" you smile "Don't worry about it" he says "How about since your nails are starting to chip you take this" he pulls out his wallet handing you his card "Treat yourself your hair your nails new outfits whatever you want then when you come home I can have a show because I should be done"

You ask if your best friend can tag along so your not alone and he nods kissing your head a car pulls up within 2 minutes and with in 5 you and your best friend are at your destination.

When you eventually get home he was sat in just a pair of sweats obviously just done with working out. He walk in wrapping your arms around him from behind kissing him softly "Stay right there i'll show you everything now"

Yea I need to go to work now so that's all maybe I'll add later xx

The first time I tried to answer this tumblr crashed then my own fur baby decided I wasn’t allowed to pay attention to anything but her and she’s very persuasive.

Anyways

I’m sitting here thinking about how much secret research and setting up he did to find the perfect fluffy friend for his baby. The pride he feels when they start to ask if he actually got them a new pet and hugging and snuggling the precious little thing while thanking him and trying to keep from babbling and crying too much.

When they settle down and let get in bed he ends up pulling them onto his lap, because yes they’re genuine thank you and loving gaze is enough for him emotionally, by a certain part of him needs a little more than that.

Ok I’m gonna have to come back to this because my mom needs help with something and I don’t want to lose my train of thought

*EDIT* ok I’m back now let’s continue

I think that he’d actually be really gentle with them in these situations. Wanting nothing more then to give them a reason to be so appreciative and show just how attentive to them he is.

It’d be so easy for him to be selfish greedy lover and get all he can form them, but despite his general crude attitude he’s incredibly generous and affectionate with them. He swears he lives off making them happy

And when he sends them shopping alone he’s so frustrated he can’t go with because he likes the experience of watching them trying stuff out for him and getting to pick stuff out for them.

But having them come home done to the nines knowing he’ll be ruining that pretty face later and messed up their neatly done her later does things to him.

They’re tell him all about and how they had so much fun with their best friend but they missed him so much and can wait until he sees everything they picked out.

He’s absolutely enamored about and already mentally planning dates that would be good to wear them to when they come out in the last thing. Lingerie was his hero suit’s colors and if he hasn’t ruined them for anyone else yet he’s gonna now. They’re gonna walk around with a little limp and a goofy smile for days after.

No one’s told them to buy that set and they went and did it just because they wanted to? Somehow he’s never felt more appreciated and loved than now

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Chris x Wife!Pregnant reader (Short headcanon)

At night, he would sleep behind you, like spooning you, and would put his hand on your belly.

He would sit on the sofa with you, and talk to the baby, while you massage his hair with your hands, whispering sweet things to your future baby boy/girl.

He would get very horny by seeing you with his t- shirts and shorts, since his clothes are comfortable for you.  So ugh, if it were up to him, he'd get you pregnant already while you're pregnant.

He would be all the time aware of whether you are well, comfortable, if you are hungry, or have cravings.

He would constantly repeat to you how much he loves you and how happy he is to be with you, and he would thank you for everything.

250 notes - Posted August 29, 2022

#4

Ok but imagine being like this with Chris Evans.

He comes back tired after work and lays down with you to relax and ends up asleep.

365 notes - Posted September 28, 2022

#3

Oh I have this sexy idea where Chris Evans and his wife reader does a sex tape

Sex tape - Chris Evans

Summary: Chris and his wife make a sex tape.

Pairing: Husb!Chris Evans x Wife!Reader

Warnings: +18! Smut!Sex! Unprotected sex!

Author's note: I hope you like it as much as I liked writing it, Because OH. MY. GOD (hehehe)

Enjoy it and thank you for requesting! ❤️

Mistakes will be corrected later!

“Keep going baby. Keep-ah- going.”

“Chris mmhmm”

Chris pumps in and out of you passionately, holding you from your waist with one hand.

“Yeah, you look so sexy like this, my wife’s so sexy-yeah baby”Chris turns up the intensity, this time he comes completely out of you, just leaving the tip inside, hitting your spot. Your internal walls lubricate and cream Chris's member more and more, the wet noise is more than proof of it.

Your husband's gaze travels there. “Look at that” he says with a raspy voice.

A fine line of saliva drips from his mouth and falls in between, making the pass much easier.

“Chris please-Ple-please keep go-goin'”

"I don't plan to stop," His gaze returns to your face, gently squeezing from your cheeks, making your full lips stand out more.

He wants to document every fine detail of you.

“Look at me honey, look here,” He quickens his pace. "I'm not going to stop. Oh, of course not. Not until I fill this precious pussy with my hot cum. Not until you creame me.”

But he doesn't expect you to respond to that, because he knows that your response is the moans, the murmurs that barely come out from the intense stimulation your body is receiving second by second.

Your body is in a state of relaxation and, at the same time, of excitement that you lose track of time. Chris is about to come, the pressure and force that he exerts now is much more intense, strong, passionate.

For a moment the small device falls from your husband's hand to your abdomen. You don't even flinch in taking it, you have no strength. You need to explode. Your body needs to release all that pleasure.

You need to reach the top of the mountain.

Chris takes it quickly but instead of holding it, this time he puts it on the bed. Some pillows support it from behind so it doesn't fall, giving the perfect shot of both of them, although he can't see his face, not until he lays on top of you, hugging you tightly, as if he had to hold on to keep from falling.

Both of you are close, you lace your hands behind his head, pulling him towards your neck.

The fireworks in both begin to light up, The fire begins to spread by the thread that holds the small box with gunpowder.

The fire spreads more, and more.

And more.

And more.

Until finally…

It's like an explosion, a big, charged explosion that happens inside of you, and inside of your pussy.

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431 notes - Posted November 27, 2022

#2

Andy is divorced and a single dad to jacob, he meets up his his highschool sweetheart! reader, who is divorced and has five years old, daughter

High school sweetheart- Andy Barber

Summary: Andy and Jacob enjoy lunch, but a falling glass leads to a special high school reunion.

Pairing: Andy Barber x High school sweetheart!reader (Ft. Jacob and reader's daughter, Stella)

Author's note: Hope you like it and thanks for requesting! 💛 Mistakes will be corrected.

"And I'm going to order a hamburger and fries and," Andy looks at his son, who pauses to choose a drink from the menu. "A cola without sugar."

The waitress finishes writing down in her little notebook and smiles at them both, "Okay, I'll get them right away."

"Thank you," says Andy politely to the waitress before scowling at his son, who is sitting across from him.

“What?” Jacob asks, confused

His father scoffs, laughing, and doing a vague imitation of his son, he adds, “I will order a salad”

They both laugh, recalling Jacob's comment on their way to the bar a few minutes earlier.

The young man raised his hands surrendered "ok I admit it, the hamburger at the table in the entrance looked tempting and I just wanted to try it.” He points with his head to the big hamburger, on the table on the other side, in front of a girl of about four, five years old, who’s moving her legs from side to side, waiting anxiously for someone.

Andy turns his head to looks at the little girl but quickly his gaze goes back to his table, where the waitress leaves the lunch for both of them. "enjoy it". They both thank her with a simple nod and begin to eat. Andy is unaware that the little girl's companion is someone very well known to him.

“God! It was delicious, but I think i will not eat anything for the next three days”. 

His father opens his mouth to say something but he cuts him off. “Yes. I know, you don't have to scold me again for not ordering the salad.” 

Andy laughs, leaves the pay on the table and gets up from the table, like his son, to leave the bar and start the walk home. 

 “Wait, I need to go to the bathroom first. Go to the car, I'll catch up with you in a few seconds ok?” 

“Sure”

The noise of a glass falling to the ground alerts the young man.

"Oh my god Stel, Are you alright hun?”

 Jacob walks over to help the little girl, and you. “Are you okay?” with a couple of napkins tries to pick up the pieces of glass. After a second, two  waitresses arrive to clean the mess. 

“Thanks for the help” you smile kindly at him.

“No problem. she's ok, Got hurt?” The latter addressing the little girl who is sitting, but the little girl doesn't answer. 

“Stella, be polite please.”

“I’m fine, but my ice cream. I Cant’ eat it anymore” the little one answers sadly. Jacob catches up with her. "Well, Stella, right? She nods. “I have an idea, but first we have to ask your mother"

The bathroom door opens, Andy getting out of it. Determined to go to the car, thinking that his son is waiting there, but it’s not like that. He’s sitting next to a little girl, the same one he had pointed out when they were waiting for the food, they’re both sharing an ice cream. 

And in front, there is you. He feels how time stops around him when he sees you. It’s as if the years hadn’t passed for you. 

Your face, illuminated by your warm lips which curve into a beautiful smile. Your eyes, that color so unique, so…hypnotic. Your soft hair that falls on your shoulders...There, sitting opposite of the little girl and Jacob, is you. Her high school sweetheart.

“Dad. Dad, hey!”

Andy comes back to reality with the call of his son. You turn around, your curiosity explodes inside.

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548 notes - Posted September 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Oh i got this total idea where chris evans is taking a nap for an interview with ET while his wife, reader cooking up. their toddler girl has a makeup kit for kids and use it on chris. Chris didn't know about it until the interview

Mommy, do you like the way I did daddy's makeup? - Chris Evans

Or said by Blue Evans: "Mommy, do you lite the 'ay I tit daddy's mateup?"

Summary: Chris decides to get some rest before the ET interview, and falls asleep on the couch. His daughter, Blue decides to get her dad ready for the interview.

Pairing: Husb!Chris Evans x Wife!Reader x Daughter!Blue Evans.

Author's note: I swear I've been working on this for a week and I even felt a little bad because I never got around to finishing it because of how busy I was.

I have to say that I loved writing this beautiful and cute story!!!

Hope you like it and thanks for requesting!

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Little Blue Evans is sitting on the floor, with all her toys scattered on the carpet, watching cartoons on television.

At least that's what you see from the kitchen. You're making some chocolate cookies. Chris and Blue's favorites.

And speaking of Chris, your husband, you realize that you didn't see him with your daughter. How strange. If you remember correctly, he told you that he would be there.

You take the tray with the cookies and place them inside the oven. Then, curious, you go to look for your husband. As you get closer, you start to hear a slight… snoring?

And you're not wrong. In front of you is Chris, lying on the couch, sleeping. Looking at the time on the clock, you move him a little to wake him up.

"Chris. Chris." He shifts a little on the couch, but doesn't open his eyes. You try to call him about two more times, and that's when it seems to work.

In a hoarse, sleepy voice and opening his eyes a little, he asks you what you need.

"Don't forget that you have the interview with ET in an hour babe"

Chris has been up since six in the morning, going from interview to interview about his projects, life… so it's more than understandable that he is taking a nap.

"Mhm, I know, I'm up now" and he goes back to sleep.

You shake your head, chuckling at your husband's action, and head back to the kitchen to clean and put everything away, as well as checking the cookies from time to time.

But what you don't know is that little Blue, hearing that her father has an interview, got up as soon as you left, to get her makeup kit.

The little girl quickly returns and places the small pink suitcase on the floor and opens it. She then gets down on her knees to get up to her father's face and… gets to work...

—

Chris wakes up to the sunlight starting to hit him in the face. He slowly sits down on the couch and wakes up a bit. He watches the clock. Just in time for the interview.

Without time to see himself in the mirror, he straightens his hair a little and takes the computer and turns it on.

"In today's section we will be interviewing a great Hollywood star, husband and father. With you, Chris Evans"

At that moment Chris turns on the camera, completely inhibited of what is happening… on his face.

On the other hand, you are in the kitchen decorating the cookies with a chocolate coating, when Blue runs in with the small suitcase in hand.

"Mommy mommy mommy!"

"B I told you the cookies aren't ready yet" you notice her running in "and what did I tell you about running in the kitchen? It's dangerous B–"

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657 notes - Posted October 4, 2022

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[write-orflight]

Settle Down: Chapter 11

**Gif Not Mine**

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Pairings: SpencerXReader (kinda enemies to lovers)  

Rating: M

Words: 1.9K

Warnings: Child birth, language, tooth aching fluff

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary: Y/N and Spencer don’t get along but turn to each other for the one  thing you need someone else for… A baby. You can plantonically start a     family, right?

AN: Two updates in a row! (Unedited) Now the taglist is officially closed now that we only have the Epilogue left. Thank you to everyone who took this journey with me, let me know what you think! much love, Cia

Chapter 11: A PowerPoint, really?

Morgan called outside the door for more nurses as soon as he heard what you said. Soon 3 women are rushing into the room, one of them clad with a wheelchair. You look at Morgan as they begin to load you in the chair. 

“Derek, call Garcia and tell her to come with my emergency birth bag, then call Dr. Lizzie and tell her the baby is coming-AHHHHH!” You screamed as you were being wheeled out. Contractions, as they turn out, are the worst feeling ever. 

Garcia is barging into your hospital room not long after that baby bag in tow. You kept an extra one at her place just in case you went into labor when the team was out on a case. “I drove just about 90 mph to get here. How are you feeling, mama bear?” 

“Like Satan himself is putting me on a spit roast.” You grunt through clenched teeth. 

“Think of the bright side you’re about to give birth to the cutest, most intelligent baby.” Garcia says. “Plus Dr. Liz told me I need to keep you calm so let’s do your breathing exercises.” Garcia starts huffing in syncopated time in order to get you to follow. You scream in her face. “Ok, so maybe not.” 

“Who’s ready to have a baby?” Dr. Liz says, in a joyous tone as she sweeps into the room. “Let’s take a look at you.” 

“Thank god! Lizzie, I need epidural. Shoot me up, Doc.” You groan from the pain. 

“So someone is a little more eager to meet the world than we thought. It’s too late to safely administer epidural. You’re going to have to go natural, kid.” 

You look at her wide eyed. “WHAT?!” You shake your head. “I-I can’t.” 

“You can, Y/N.” Penelope says. “You can squeeze me as hard as you can.” 

Tears start to fall from your eyes from the combination of pain and loneliness you felt. “I can’t do this, I need-I need Spencer.” 

You hear the door opening. Spencer walked in pushing an IV still attached to his arm, other one draped around Derek’s shoulder as he helped him walk in. Once Spencer was next to you and leaned against the wall, Derek and Penelope stepped back to give you and Spencer privacy in your moment. 

“Alright, you’re crowning. It’s time to push so next time you have a contraction, I need you to push as hard as you can.” Dr. Liz says, you nod. Spencer is pushing some of your sweat matted hair out of your forehead. 

“What are you doing? You’re supposed to be in bed.” 

“I told you I’d be here for you, for this.” He says, grabbing your hand letting you squeeze around his palm. “I’m not going anywhere.” 

“Spencer, I--AHHHHH!” You say, pushing. Your hand tightly squeezes around Spencer’s who despite how rough you must look right now is looking at you with the utmost awe and admiration. Dr. Liz gives you some words of encouragement as you breathe waiting for the next contraction. 

“You don’t have to say it, I know, Y/N. I know.” He says, hand running through your hair. 

“No, I need to say it. Spencer, I’m so in love with you. I love you so much, I’m sorry I kept hurting you but I need you. I love you--AHHHH!! I take it back, I hate you! I fucking hate you for doing this to me!” 

Spencer kisses the hand you’re squeezing. “I love you too, Y/N/N. And I know you don’t mean that. It’s actually fairly common for all mammals giving birth to feel disdain towards their partne--” 

“SHUT UP!” You yell as you push. “I usually love your facts but right now, shut the fuck up!”  

“You’re doing great, mom. Just one more.” You hear Dr. Liz shout over your screams. 

They don’t tell you this in any book, Doctor’s appointment, or  mommy and me class but for a moment even though it is a fleeting moment. There is a stillness in the air where everything is silent and you are only snapped out of it at the sound of your baby’s first cry. Everything else from the cheers to Spencer cutting the cord is drowned by the sound of your baby loudly entering the word. 

Your baby. 

They place her on your bare chest and your arms instinctively wrap around your most precious being. You coo as the baby continues to cry the fluid out of her lungs. She’s covered in blood and goop but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Suddenly the thing you’ve wanted for so long was finally here and she was everything and more than what you thought, the perfect manifestation of you and Spencer’s love for each other. 

Genevieve Rosalind Reid was born early November 10th. Given the name Genevieve after the song, Lady Genevieve, you and Spencer loved so much and Rosalind after famous female scientist Rosalind Franklin. 

Not more than a couple of hours after the rest of the team is slinking into the room to get a peak at the baby, bearing gifts and congratulations to you both. Spencer managed to negotiate with the doctor to at least have a bed moved into your room so if they were going to make him lay and rest at least he could be near you and the baby. Soon, one by one the team starts leaving the last being Penelope who Derek had to haul away with him. You turn to Spencer once they’re gone. 

“I love you, Spencer. I’m sorry I didn’t say it. I was scared.” 

“I know, Y/N. I love you, why were you scared?” 

“I didn’t want to lose you with my selfishness. Genevieve needs you more than I do, I didn’t want to sacrifice her having both parents because I couldn’t control myself.” 

He reaches across the aisle between your beds for your hand which you stretch to him as well. “I’m not going anywhere.” He says looking you in your eyes. “I would never abandon either of you. I love you, but no matter what happens between us, we’ll make it work. For Genevieve.” 

“For Genevieve.” You repeat back.  

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It’s been about 9 months since you had Genevieve and you and Spencer we’re still going strong. Though the first couple of months were difficult with Spencer being injured and having an actual newborn to care for. You were still better than before, Spencer made things better. Genevieve was perfect and looking more and more like Spencer with each passing day. In fact, it seemed the only trait she did take from you was a wild stubbornness and love for Disney movies. 

You were out walking Genevieve in her stroller when you got a call. 

“Hey Spence. What’s up?” 

“Hey, where are you?” You hear over the line. 

“I’m walking with Gen in the park.” You say. 

“Do you want to meet at the coffee shop on the corner?” 

You shrug even though he can’t see it. “Sure, get me a cold brew.”  

You push the stroller into the coffee shop ten minutes later and walk over to the corner table you and Spencer have deemed yours. Your daughter is already fussy and making grabby hands for Spencer, who smiles and scoops her out the stoller. 

“Hey, Bug.” He says, sweetly as your daughter smiles brightly at him.

“God, she’s such a traitor. Instantly forgets I exist as soon as she sees you.” You say, as he hands her back so you can put in the high chair for lunch. You’re opening her banana and pears baby food when you notice it. “Why do you have my laptop?” You ask. 

“Well, open it.” 

You give Spencer a weird look before handing him the food to feed Genevieve so you can open the laptop. Your heart stops for a second as you read what’s on the screen. 

“A PowerPoint, really?” You chuckle. “Spencer, what is this?” 

“This is Reasons Why You Should Marry Me.” He says, looking up to look you in the eyes. 

“Yea, I got that from the title, Spence.” You chuckle, wetly. “And you thought a PowerPoint was the best way to ask?” 

“Well, I felt you’d be more inclined to consider it if you knew I spent time on a presentation.” 

“That’s true.” You say, chuckling at the memory of your first friendly encounter. You take the food back from him. “Well, show me what you got.” 

“Okay, Reason #1, You love me.” You laugh, nodding as he goes to the next slide. “And I love you. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” 

“Spencer…” You said, swooning slightly. 

“#2, I’d be a great husband.” 

“That’s a debatable fact.” You say, chuckling. 

“Have I given you any indication that I wouldn’t be?” 

You smile and shake your head no. 

“#3, I have a ring, a very pretty one that Garcia helped me pick out and it’s yours if you say yes.” Spencer says, that makes you laugh loudly because of course she did, no wonder she’d been acting weird at work for the past couple of weeks. “In all seriousness… Y/N, I love you and I feel like I’ve loved since you brought me to this coffee shop more than a year ago and asked me to make the best decision of my life. You are my best friend, the mother of my child… I can’t think of anyone else I’d want to share my life with. So..” Spencer takes that moment to stand to kneel down on one knee. “Will you marry me, Please.” 

The tears that had been threatening to fall since he started were coming in full swing now. You nodded fast. “Yes! 1000% yes!” You exclaim. Spencer takes that moment to slide the ring on to your finger as you hear the faint applause from the bored baristas in the empty coffee shop who have gotten to know you both over the years. Spencer sweeps you into a deep kiss, that you can barely stop smiling for. You pull apart when you hear Genevieve start to babble in her highchair, reaching for the two of you. 

“Oh, come here, Bug.” You say, going to pick her up, kissing the top of her head. “Can’t stand not being the center of attention, huh?” 

“Well, she is her mother’s daughter.” Spencer chuckles when you level a bored expression at him. “Come on, let’s get out of here.” He says, starting to pack Genevieve’s stuff back into her stroller. “What movie are we watching tonight?” He asks. 

You think for a second. “How’s Wall-E sound?” 

Spencer smiles when he hears you say the first movie you watched together. That was the night he knew for sure that he was going to marry you someday. You didn’t know it yet, but Spencer did, and he was rarely wrong. 

“Sounds wonderful, baby.” He smiles, as the three of you walk out of the coffee shop, a newly cemented family.

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[bukojuiice]

like the soul of honey  — katsuki bakugo

ೃ pairing: (dad! katsuki bakugo x mom! reader)

ೃ  warnings: none ♡

ೃ genre: fluff overload 

ೃ word count: 782 words

ೃ my ongoing bakugo x reader smau -  my writing masterlist 

ೃ an indirect sequel to my bakugo holiday hcs! so i recommend reading that too!! ♡

ೃ ok but can you guys imagine bakugo as a dad?????? i’m going to cry just thinking about it?????? aaaaaaa like i’m just going to combust bc he’s going to be such a good dad??? like really!! he actually will be!!???? not your conventional good dad but i can imagine him being hot-headed one minute and when he sees his child he’s just going to go soft mode hours on bc he doesn’t want them to see him angry and cursing at everything!! so here’s a fluffy drabble of bakugo as the father of your daughter!! ps. this is probably one of the cutest stories i’ve ever written in my entire life is2g 

ೃ your daughter’s name is hikari which means light. bakugo thought of that name because light is essentially a part of his quirk and hikari is a part of him so... yes!! please do reblog if you enjoyed!! (add tags too because i love reading them and my heart swells with happiness when people love my work!) ♡

ೃ song inspo: thinking out loud by ed sheeran

ೃ Christmas finally approaches and your daughter, Hikari, can’t wait to spend it with the best parents ever. 

"Mommy! Daddy! Wake up it's Christmas!"

You hear your 6 year old daughter, Hikari, say as she charges into your room. You groggily get up whilst your still explosive and temperamental husband, Katsuki gets up with a loving smile on his face that you always see when his daughter enters his field of vision.

He never ever forgets to smile when he sees Hikari.

You and Hikari are two of the most important people in his life and he can't say that he's a perfect father nor is he a perfect pro-hero.

Yet as he grew older and as he developed his relationship with you, he learned to mellow down just a little bit albeit he still always retained his headstrong and rash behavior, he could never dare to show that to Hikari. He may not be the perfect pro-hero because let's face it, no one is.

But, to you, he's the perfect father to the most precious soul that the two of you had produced with your love, your daughter.

"Morning, Hikari." Katsuki says with a gentle smile and a gruff morning tone. You turn to him and rest your head on his shoulder. He pats his lap indicating Hikari to sit on it. She shuffles to the edge of the bed, crawls on top of the covers and sits on her dad's lap.

"Morning, Daddy! Morning, Mommy!" She says brightly. "Look! Look! I've been practicing my quirk!" She says, producing a twinkle of light in the palm of her hands. "Soon, I'll just be as good as you Daddy!"

"You've got a long way to go still, Kiddo. But, I'm proud of you! Good job!" He ruffles his daughter's hair, she yelps a cute "hey!" as her father continues to tease her.

She's got your (h/c) hair, Bakugo's fiery and passionate ruby-colored orbs, his intelligence, his feisty demeanor, and your selfless kindness. She's the perfect mix of you two, they say.

"I wanna go walk and when we go back home can we have hot chocolate and open presents, please!?" You smile and run your fingers through her hair. "Of course, love." She smiles widely and jumps off the bed. "Let's go, then!" She then runs to her room, almost tripping on the way there.

You and Katsuki look at each other and laugh.

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Later that night, the three of you are cuddling by the fireplace with hot cocoa in your hands.

Hikari yawns and falls asleep with her head on your lap. You smile, taking her hot cocoa out  of her hand, and covering her with a blanket.

You look up to see Katsuki looking at you with a small smile on his face.

There was nothing but love and tenderness in his eyes. His eyes were that of a warm scarlet hue.  His shoulders were relaxed and his usual rough and intimidating exterior was nowhere present in his entire face.

 You could see directly through him and it's these rare times where you can't help but just fall in love with him all over again and just relive the relationship you have with him til this point.

How much he's changed and how much he's grown. He's come a long way from being the newly graduated Pro Hero Dynamight to Katsuki Bakugo, the loving father of the actual sparkle in your life, Hikari Bakugo.

"What?" You say with a chuckle, raising your eyebrow at him. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

As much as he desires to be perfect himself, he thought to himself that life could never become better and more blissful than this.

Katsuki scoots closer to you, putting a hand on your shoulder, and planting a kiss on your forehead.

"I know you'd be a good mother." He whispers. You laugh and kiss his cheek. 'You're the better parent." You say. "You literally switch to a softer version of your eruptive self whenever she's around." He snickers, shaking his head as he plants another kiss. This time on your lips.

"I love you." He kisses you again. He begins to trail down kisses on your neck until-

"KABOOM!" Hikari suddenly rises up from the couch, she raises her hands, yet her eyes are closed.

She was talking in her sleep

"Take that Bad Guy! My daddy just kicked your butt!" She says proudly before she falls back on the couch and continues to drift back to dreamland.

"Let's get her to bed first." You giggle, lightly pushing your husband away from you as you gesture him to carry Hikari to her room.

The two of you end the holiday in each other's arms, waiting for another day of your joyous life to begin.

[stopbeingrude]

Hi guys. Happy Gruvia/ Greige day. I wish all of you wonderful time.

That's gonna be the first one shot , i have ever published here, feedback is welcome. I hope It's not that bad and you'll somehow like it lmao.

,,I think I would rather have a plushie as a Christmas gift…., but I guess I shouldn't be too picky."

-Dad? - called 6-year-old Greige, on one December afternoon, when both him and his father were decorating a christmas-tree in the living room . December 24th was slowly approaching. It was Greige's favorite time of the year , because he was able to spend Christmas with all of his family, including all of his uncles , aunts and friends. Not forgetting about grandpa Makarov . Even Uncle Gildards would show up, bringing something for the kids. -I was wondering what would happen if Santa's reindeer suddenly wanted to pee while flying?- asked seriously little boy. No one wanted to tell him that. When he asked big bro Romeo , he just started laughing and then he called him silly. "How could he do that?" -thought heartbroken Greige after. -Heh , where did that come from? ... you know ... they'd have to stop somewhere by, right? Daddy doesn't know much about it- said Gray, trying to keep himself from laughing. He couldn't laugh, he knew it would offend his little angel. Their son hated when someone made fun of him . After all, he was already a big boy, and everyone knows that such must be taken seriously. - So maybe Mommy knows? I will go and ask her,- said the little boy, putting down Christmas decorations . Speaking of mom, he had recently noticed his mother's strange behavior. She had been getting tired very easily lately, she often took naps. He also noticed that she spent an enormous amount of time sewing ,mostly clothing. Well.. he was aware of his mom's hobby, but usually it was limited to sewing plushies, sometimes socks or fixing their clothes. - You know, I don't think mommy knows more than me - said Gray after hanging the last Christmas-ball. - Besides, you know that mommy is sleeping now, right? She hasn't been feeling well lately, so she mustn't be disturbed. Something was off, even Daddy acts differently- thought little Fullbuster Now, that got the boy worried. - Is something wrong with Mommy? - asked slowly Greige He loved Mommy and Daddy most in the world and the very thought of them suffering hurt him deeply. "No, I won't start crying…Boys my age don't do that..." He had often been told that he should stop being such a crybaby (mostly by Yajeh or Nasha . Shutora would never. She was always trying her best to cheer him up,while reminding her twin and little Dragneel that if they won't stop with this stupid teasing, she would make sure both of them would regret it later). Unfortunately Greige could not help it. Whenever someone was hurt or something went wrong, he would usually cry. Turns out he inherited his mom's sensitivity... "Mommy…..something was definitely wrong with her.." The thought of something happening to his dear Mom filled him with great terror once again. He started shaking What if she's ill, or even worse..she's gonna….. "No , no , that's not possible..." - he shook his little head full of dark , curly hair. - I'm overreacting, just like Yajeh told me - No, no.. don't worry, Greige, Mommy's fine, it's nothing serious,"-Gray said quickly, trying his best to calm his son down, giving him a hug and then kissing him on forehead He knew exactly what was going on with his beloved, in fact, when an excited Juvia came back home one evening and informed him of the pregnancy, he was overjoyed. Soon he will be holding his son or daughter in his arms. Then it hit him. The baby might turn out to be a girl, and Gray had no idea how to take care of girls...Dear God….Ok ,ok.. he still has plenty of time to learn. He can always ask Gajeel about it..yes Gajeel or Alzack...even Elfman ( he would never ask Natsu, even if he's life depended on it, that would be too humiliating for him). Wait...it wasn't his top priority right now. After all, he needs to inform his son about the news first. Neither of them was quite sure how to do it. They remembered very well the situation from a few months ago when the Redfox twins got into an argument. Horrified, Greige stated that being an only child is not that bad, since having siblings meant constant war. Although being honest , Greige never

directly told them that he hates the idea of having a sibling . Considering how much time he spent with Nasha and Elfman and Ever's daughter Ember, or year-old Reiki Fernandes, it would seem that he's perfect for the big brother role. Besides, they can't hide it forever, sooner or later he would notice Juvia's belly. However, the biggest concern for Fullbuster was the fact that such news could lead to a longer conversation, which again could lead to uncomfortable questions that Gray was not ready to answer. He is not going to tell his son about the birds and the bees. No, no, hell no… None of them are ready for this! "Come on Gray, what's wrong with you, you just have to tell him. You've been in worse situations….after all, you've fought with all sorts of criminals, weirdos and monsters ,compared to what you've been through, it's nothing''- thought the ice mage But how to start such a conversation? How about …. -Hey Greige, have you written a letter to Santa yet? "Yes, just ask him what he wants for Christmas and make a few innocent suggestions." -Oh no i didn't, thank you for reminding me Dad. - And tell Daddy, what would you like to ask Santa for? The boy was silent for a moment, most likely to think about the answer, but after a while he called out in a loud voice. -I'D LIKE TO ASK HIM FOR PEACE IN THE WORLD AND FOR EVERY POOR PERSON TO GET A BETTER LIFE AND FOR EVERYONE TO BE HAPPY!..... It would also be nice to get a new plushie……but it's not as important. Do you think Santa can do that?-he asked hopefully Gray stood there for a moment, stunned. His baby was truly an angel...wishing happiness upon the entire world, it nearly made him tear up…. but no... he needed to explain to his son that he should wish for something more....... attainable. -Ooh... really..that's....very nice of you, but...I think that such a wish...yym...takes a bit of time and Santa w-won't be able to do it…., why don't you ask him for….. for example a toy like a teddy bear, figurines....or new books or something else...I don't know.......sibling?... Greige looked at him, like he had just proposed to him to take a walk on the rooftop. Where did that come from? What is dad talking about? S-sibling...?? -Sibling? You mean like a little brother or sister? A baby?- asked the little boy loudly. -Yes, that's exactly what I meant, but well you'll need to wait for a while, because it takes time for a baby to….be ready.- mumbled out Gray - So that's not really a Christmas present- stated boy still visibly shocked -...Well y-yes , but... -But didn't you say mommy has been feeling unwell lately?...If we had a baby, wouldn't it be tiring for her?....Besides, do you think we need a new baby? - asked seriously Greige Why would they need a baby? They were living happily in this house , just three of them. It's not like he dislikes babies , they're cute and all…..but it's just simply weird.. -Well... I wouldn't say it's necessary , but it would be nice to have one at home.. don't you think?....- asked his dad Maybe? -And don't worry about mommy, I am sure that she will be so happy with the new baby , it will make her feel better.- stated Gray , this time with a smile -Hello my darlings- Juvia's voice said suddenly They both turned their heads toward the bedroom's door, finding Juvia's tired but smiling face there. Greige quickly got up and ran toward his mother. -Mommy, are you feeling better? Do you need anything?- said the little boy, hugging her legs. Juvia kissed her son's cheek. -Hi sweetheart, Mommy is fine- she answered while taking a seat next to her precious Gray, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. -Did I hear you talking about babies?- Juvia asked, pretending to be surprised, while giving Gray a tiny smirk. - Daddy said it would be nice to have a baby and that it would make you feel better... - he began. - I don't think a baby is necessary, because it would be a little strange that there will be more of us in the house, but if you really wish for one ,then that's fine with me. -Really? Mommy's glad to hear that.-

replied a happy Juvia , giving her husband a big smile. Gray gave her the same smile, but just when he thought everything had been taken care of, there came the soft voice of his baby boy. - Mommy....Daddy...but you won't love the baby more than me, will you? - asked Greige, with his head lowered and tears in his dark eyes. Both Gray and Juvia stood there very surprised, neither of them had even thought of such a scenario. -Greige, what makes you think that?- asked older Fullbuster. -Sunshine, no...- Juvia hugged her son quickly- You mustn't think like that, we would never stop loving you. Remember darling, parents love all their children equally. - You know, its true that we'll have to spend a lot of time taking care of your brother or sister, but you have to remember that they won't be able to do anything on their own. You were like that when you were born too.- said Gray - I'm sorry. I won't do that again- said Greige seriously. -Do you think I offended the baby? I don't want the baby to think I don't want him or her,- said the terrified boy .What if the baby will always remember this and he will never be forgiven. - Don't worry, honey, I'm sure she won't mind,- said the water mage, stroking her belly. -She?-Gray thought. Turns out his wife wasn't telling him everything... -Wait a minute! -said suddenly Greige after a moment of silence -The baby will be in the tummy, just like Reiki was in Auntie Erza's , right? - Well baby is already there, but your right - answered Gray -Daddy? - Yes buddy ? - How did it get there? Shit. -Yyyy… Horrified, Gray turned his gaze to his wife, silently pleading for help. -You know what, angel? It's almost 8pm, I think it's time for you to take a bath, okay?- proposed Juvia, saving her husband from very uncomfortable talk. - Ok Mommy. Will you read me a bedtime story after we finish? - Of course They were already moving towards the bathroom when Juvia quickly turned towards her husband, gave him a kiss on the cheek and whispered : -You're welcome. Has Gray already mentioned how much he loved his wife?

Bonus!:

( ok I swear it was funnier in my head...Once again Happy Gruvia day !!!)

[aerois]

Remarried Empress: Sovieshu Contextualized and Navier the Unreliable Narrator (SPOILERS!)

So recently I started reading Remarried Empress on WEBTOON. Honestly the whole premise wasn’t my cup of tea and I was solely reading it because it was part of an event where I could get free coins (lol). But then... I got hooked. I got invested. Started drinking in chapters whenever and wherever I could, and even now I still crave more. I wanted Navier to have some semblance of a happy ending (and, let’s be honest, I wanted to drag that precious little bitch Trashta by her fucking hair across the yard). At first it was mostly that. Raging at Trashta and her Simperor, pondering at Heinley’s true intentions, drooling over Kaufman. 

And then, I noticed something odd. I noticed-- the strangest thing-- Sovieshu seemed to be... not as enamored with his mistress as meets the eye. And there was even some hinting that his feelings for Navier weren’t what we assumed.

I have to preface this: I don’t condone Sovieshu’s crappy actions. He’s an idiot, and acts very poorly as a husband. And there’s no excuse for cheating. Absolutely not! So I don’t want this post to come across like In Defense of Sovieshu, because it’s not. But I do think that our view, the reader’s view, of Sovieshu, is warped. And this is mainly because we see the story through Navier’s eyes of course, but we forget that every individual person is fallible. Every person, at some point, harbors false assumptions that color their concepts of truth and reality. Put shortly, Navier is human, and therefore is not a reliable narrator at some points. Especially concerning her husband. We see Sovieshu entirely through the eyes of his wronged wife in the webcomic. Pin that: in the webcomic. Did you know the webcomic is actually based on a mobile game? Yes, it is! And I downloaded it! And I’m playing it! And... I’m actually... hating Sovieshu less?????????? 

Ok, ok, put the pitchforks down! Hear me out! I’m not saying any of the stuff he did was okay! But Navier’s narration of the story paints him as this cold, detached man who grew to hate his wife so much that he flew into the arms of some hussy for warmth and then just cast his wife aside and deliberately acted like a jerk just because he wanted her to suffer.  And there’s a grain of truth to that. There are points where Sovieshu feels bitter and does or says something waspish. But it’s not as black and white as you might assume. I played the mobile game, and decided to take Sovieshu’s route out of spite. I opened this app, saw it was an otome with this garbage-fire, cheating sack of shit for a romance option and thought “Hah! The nerve. Probably some semi-abusive dirtbag route aimed to appeal to girls who like men who treat them badly. You know, that mutually abusive relationship appeal that some girls like because drama.” And I needed to rack up in-game currency anyway (it’s like usual mobile games, where when you wanna make cool choices you gotta cough up cash unless you “diamond-mine” on crappy stories to save up the meager bits of free currency the app gives you for playing) so I figured I’d blast through the Sovieshu route and skip onto my darling Kaufman in playthrough 2.

And then the smoke genuinely compelling character development got me. So I could run y’all through Navier’s version of the events, but you already know that. For Sovieshu though? Here’s the kicker: this idiot has had a raging passion for his wife slowly building up for years throughout their entire lives, and only realizes it about halfway through the events of the story. This idiot, this buffon, this absolute brain-dead dolt... didn’t even realize he was pining over his own wife until he was about to explode from the desperation from it all. God, I wish I was joking. Lemme break it down for you:

Sovieshu’s POV: He and Navier are introduced as kids and are told they’ll be married someday. Life partners. They are raised in tandem to respect and care for one another. Kinda smacks of grooming (go mom and dad!) but whatever, that’s the background. These kids are mentally regarding each other as spouses their entire conscious lives. And Sovieshu, as he grows, quickly comes to realize his intended is a selfless girl who holds everything inside. The first spark of his affection for her is wrapped in this: that Sovieshu longs for Navier to take off her “perfect princess” mask and let herself be vulnerable with him. He admires her intellingence, her grace, and her devotion to her country. He looks at her and sees someone that inspires him. He craves the opportunity to comfort and protect her. He waits, and these opportunities come in small instances. But they get older, their burdens get heavier, and like most young women, Navier gets better at pretending nothing is wrong with her and putting everyone else first. Sovieshu feels more distant from her. But that desire to break through her wall still stands.

They marry, but Navier, in her infinite wisdom, makes the assumption that this marriage is entirely political (despite...the fact... that they were raised together??? they were literally best friends their entire lives??? are y’all seeing how this could be confusing for him???) and that there are absolutely no feelings involved on Sovieshu’s side. Expect there’s that little problem. That little problem. Of Navier’s absolute inability to be vulnerable. And so she starts this marriage all Elsa-Conceal-Don’t-Feel convinced that her husband (whom she is secretly in love with, shocker) holds no warmth for her because she’s never received any from him. 

Now I’ll acknowledge that this is a two way street, where Sovieshu fails as well. Should Navier have made a mature decision and asked for love and support when she needed it? Yes. Should Sovieshu have offered anyway, despite not knowing that she wanted it at all? Yes. They’re both in the wrong here. They’re both too passive, too afraid.

So the first few years of their marriage pass by like this. And Navier kinda melts into more of a depressed state over it, while Sovieshu becomes frustrated. But he doesn’t know why. He hasn’t quite put his finger on the fact that HE’S IN LOVE WITH HIS WIFE, GEE WHAT A SURPRISE BUDDY. And then... the little ingenue comes in. Trashta, with her crocodile tears, oversharing of emotions, co-dependent as all get-out. You see where I’m headed, right? It’s not just that she’s the opposite of Navier that gets Sovieshu hooked. It’s that she gives him that opportunity to unburden all this pent up romantic frustration. He can comfort, and protect, and wipe away the tears of a woman who loves him... And for a while, it’s intoxicating. That itch is finally being scratched.

Or so it seems. Because sooner or later, Sovieshu realizes that this woman is not his wife. And she’s a bit clingy, and clueless, and she’s... well, she’s not his wife. She’s not his wife. 

“Oh, dear God...” the idiot finally realizes. “I don’t want this hussy. I want my wife!” 

Ding ding ding! You did it! And it only took you--what? 20 years? After all this time, Sovieshu (and the audience playing his route) realizes. He’s not cheating because he’s bored, or because he hates his wife, or because he’s Inherently An Asshole And That’s What Assholes Do. He’s cheating because he’s using this woman as a stand-in for his wife. He’s been looking straight through this woman and seeking his wife the entire time. He’s cheating because he’s stupid and repressed and misguided and human. And again, that doesn’t excuse it. He still cheated, and that’s something he needs to spend a life-time making up for. It’s a mistake, and a big one. But it’s not fueled by a malicious hatred or a desire to hurt her. It’s fueled by confusion and fear. And, strangely enough, a desire to perform love for his wife.

So anyway, this stupid dweeb finally wakes up and realizes that no matter how much he plays around with the Town Skank, it doesn’t slate that thirst for the woman he’s spent his life growing to love. And that he actually, truly loves her to begin with. Now at this point, Navier was away travelling, doing queenly stuff. And he gets a message from a servant-- his wife is home. This boy books it. This man throws down what he’s doing, sprints across the imperial palace, to stumble at the feet of his wife; red-faced and breathless, absolutely undone. This man is screaming for his wife on the inside and now nothing he can do will quiet it. And his wife, ever the perfect pinnacle of a monarch, just raises a perfectly manicured eyebrow at him and wonders what’s got him in such a tizzy.

This is where the difference between the narratives hits especially hard. Navier has absolutely no clue that her husband is a hair-thin thread of self-control away from all of this just completely spilling out of him. She looks at him and sees a tormentor; someone who’s treating her like a used doll. And he sees this Goddess that’s been hiding in plain sigh the whole time. He sees his sins and repents before this, his wife, his almighty Goddess. But he doesn’t know what to do. She’s still been hurt by him, Trashta is still in their lives, and damn it all, he’s still frustrated. He still feels bitter and abandoned because even after everything, even after the years of marriage, his wife just seems so unaffected by him. This is where Navier’s “perfect queen” image that she tries so hard to curate really bites her in the ass.

These two dumbasses are hopelessly in love with each other but they’re deadlocked in an endless cycle of letting their prides get in the way. Navier doesn’t want to be vulnerable. Sovieshu doesn’t want to compromise, doesn’t know how to not lash out in anger when he’s really feeling sad. Unlike Navier, he can express emotions-- but not in a heathy way. So he says something mean, does something kinda shitty. And Navier thinks it’s because he delights in her suffering. So Sovieshu’s over here in his head like a cranky little child that’s mad at mommy because she’s on the phone, and Navier is over there in her head wondering why on earth her husband can’t notice a love that she’s never actually expressed to him. And it’s just terrible. But kind of hilarious. Mostly sad and terrible. But defintely hilarious.

To further illustrate this: even a lot of Sovieshu’s actions, for that matter, get warped by Navier’s unreliable narration. WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD. THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE! In the chapter where Trashta is stabbed, Sovieshu immediately screams for guards to surround Navier. So I’ll sum up their thought processes here.

Navier: Oh my God, I can’t believe this asshole. Calling the guards? He really fuckin thinks I did this?! Jerk! Asshole! He really thinks I’d arrange for a pregnant woman to be stabbed!! He’s probably deliberately framing me too, so he can get me out of the way and live happily ever after with her!

Sovieshu: OH MY GOD, MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE COULD GET STABBED NEXT SOMEONE HELP well actually maybe she had something to do with it? nah. prolly not. but even if she did idgaf I LOVE MY WIFE, I’LL COVER FOR YOU BABY I’LL FORGIVE WHATEVER. GUARDS, FIND WHO DID THE STABBING SO THEY DON’T STAB MY PERFECT WIFE NEXT

Like I wish I was joking, but that’s how it read. Anyway, I’m not done with the comic or the game yet. But Sovieshu’s motivations aren’t all as they seem. And while he’s not a perfect husband, he has the capacity to mature, let down his pride, and make steps toward atoning to his wife. I honestly and genuinely believe this marriage could be salvageable if they could come clean with each other. A lot of people want to root for Kaufman or Heinley, and I get it. Those two would probably treat her well. But the fact stands that these two are married, and surprisingly, they both actually still hold a spark of love for one another. If Sovieshu could genuinely repent, and demonstrate this to Navier, they would attain the happy marriage with each other that they both strive for. Anyway, I find myself surprisingly hooked on the story now that I see Sovieshu’s POV. He’s not a hero in this story by any means, but I’m somehow, against my better judgement, rooting for him. I’m rooting for him to make the right choices and repair his marriage. 

It’s a bold strategy, folks. Let’s see how it pays off.