#hubby and I have been playing TOGETHER so…

[egregiee]

Hello monster hunter wilds has completely taken over my life-

I’d love to be here but I gotta finish this game so I don’t get spoiled but grrrrr I love this game so much 🤯🤯🤯

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Forgetful Flirtation - Toto Wolff x Wife! Reader

Summary: A heavy celebration leads to a husband forgetting his wife. And a team who won't let him forget it.

Warnings: Fluff. Swearing. Slight age gap.

Requested: Yes by anon.

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mercedesamgf1 LEWIS HAMILTON WINS THE BRITISH GRAND PRIX 🇬🇧

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totowolff you did us proud. you deserved this, lewis. enjoy 

landonorris congrats mate

yn_wolff oh, lewis, what an amazing drive. well deserved. i’m so happy for you 

→ mercedesamgf1 we can confirm that she cried 

→ lewishamilton 🫶🏾

pierregasly congrats champ! 

roscoelovescoco well’s done’s dad’s 

→ yn_wolff it was the luck of roscoe in the garage. maybe we should have him every weekend

→ mercedesamgf1 we agree

georgerussell63 you deserve it, mate 🍾 i’ll buy you a round later

→ user1 are they going out together later?

→ user2 wouldn’t surprise me if the whole team celebrated this win

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yn_wolff team dinner to celebrate hubby’s, and especially lewis’, success 

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totowolff meine schöne frau

→ yn_wolff i love you

francisca.cgomes oh okay so we’re dressing hot tonight?

→ yn_wolff i know you’re complimenting me but don’t make it sound like we didn’t compare outfits for tonight. you even know what kind of underwear i’m wearing! 

→ francisca.cgomes i enjoyed those pictures 

→ pierregasly pardon?

→ user3 yn is such a girl’s girl 

user4 that hand placement though 🤤

→ user5 she’s really not good for toto’s reputation

→ user6 she’s making it look like he’s groping her

→ user7 can you blame him? look at her. she’s hot liked by yn_wolff

user8 um, anyone else find it really unprofessional that she’s publicly admitting to sending images of her underwear to people?

→ francisca.cgomes one person, and i’m her friend?

→ user8 it just reflects badly on her husband who has an image to maintain 

→ totowolff no, it doesn’t. she is her own person

user9 unlike you crying bitches, i love that toto is married to someone slightly younger so that we get this content 

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Weaving through the throng of bodies, you scowled as you dodged another couple gyrating against each other near the entrance to the VIP section. Your glass was empty and your shoes kept sticking to the floor, tacky from a cocktail of spilled drinks. Scanning the crowd, you scowled as you made your way over to the bar. How was it possible to lose a 6’5 billionaire in a crowd of shorter drivers?

Gesturing wildly to a crowd of people, the man of the day caught your eye and you hurried over to him. 

“Lewis, have you seen Toto anywhere? I can’t find him.” You nibbled anxiously at your bottom lip. 

“Last I saw, he was with Bono asking the DJ to play 80s music,” laughed Lewis, recalling the image of his team principal and engineer swaying together, a feather boa draped across the pair of them. 

You thanked him before turning and continuing on your crusade. All around you, familiar faces were wrapped around their partner’s (or women they had just met), dancing to the music or whispering in their ears. Alcohol had been flowing freely for the past three hours and the majority of the people in the club were more than inebriated. The hours had passed and you were ready for a warm shower and for your husband to tuck you into bed. Yet, he had decided to elude you.

Toto’s dress shirt hung loosely off your frame, having been draped around you earlier whilst you stood outside for some fresh air. You had simply rubbed a hand down your arm, trying to dispel the goosebumps that appeared, and there he was, bundling you up. That had been an hour ago and you hadn’t seen him since. Inhaling deeply, his scent surrounded you. The only comfort you had as you began to wonder whether he’d left you here in his drunken state.

Lando was up on the platform flapping his arms in a dramatic manner and messing around with the decks, directing you to where you thought you’d spotted a tall figure shrouded in the shadows. 

“Yn!” Bono greeted, beaming at you through the pink feathers enveloping his face. 

“Having a good night, Bono?” You asked, smiling at the sight of him. “Toto, I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” 

“Well, hello there,” your husband drawled, peering down at you with a heated gaze. “Come here often?” 

“What?” You laughed, leaning closer to hear him over the music. Surely you had misheard. 

“I would’ve remembered seeing a woman as beautiful as you before.” 

Beside you, Bono was shaking with silent laughter, gesturing wildly at someone in the distance. Probably summoning more people to bear witness to the peculiarity happening before you. Sidling up to him, you wrapped a hand around his bicep under the guise of stabilising yourself. You felt the muscle under your hand flex.

“Careful, Mr Wolff. If you keep being nice to me, I might have to take you home.”

His arms wrapped around your lower back, pulling you close against him. A heart stopping smile filled his face. “I don’t think I’d object to that. I would, however, like your name first.” 

“Is he being serious?” Somebody whispered behind you, earning a wave of raucous laughter from the Mercedes team that had gathered. 

“You smell nice.” Toto continued, nose nuzzling into the ticklish spot under your ear. You arched against his touch. He may not remember your marriage certificate but he clearly knew where best to tease you. 

Running your fingers down his arm, you grabbed his left hand, tracing circles across the back of it. His wedding ring - part of a matching set - glistened in the strobe lighting. Fiddling with his fingers, you raised your hand up to your face, pulling it into his periphery. You twisted the band around his finger, letting it catch the light and his eye. 

“I’m sorry but I don’t date married men.”

You dropped your husband’s hand, sliding out from his hold. Turning away from him, you snaked through the crowd and away from him. Dazed, Toto looked at his left hand in bewilderment. He slid the band off his finger, looking at the date engraved inside. Opposite him, his team continued to cackle at his misfortune. He was in so much trouble tomorrow. 

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georgerussell63 replied to slide 2 at least he remembers you there → yn_wolff you keep teasing him about that and you might seriously find yourself without a seat next season → georgerussell63 don’t say that. i know you’d protect me  → yn_wolff don’t push your luck → i’ll see you for dinner on thursday though? → georgerussell63 wouldn’t miss it

francisca.cgomes replied to slide 3 how are you awake enough to do all that? → i feel like i’ve died. pierre keeps bringing me cups of tea but i can’t even lift my head to drink them  → yn_wolff tbf, kiks, you drank far more than i did 😂 → plus toto has been doing everything for me despite looking like death himself → i think he feels bad for forgetting i was his wife → francisca.cgomes at least you know even drunk you’re the only woman he wants? 

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mercedesamgf1 the silver arrows know how to party

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georgerussell63 yeah and our team principal knows how to forget his wife 

→ totowolff george, would you like to stay with mercedes next season?

→ yn_wolff don’t threaten your drivers online, dear

→ georgerussell63 i’m only speaking the truth

→ user10 george, you don’t look like you were in any state to remember things either

yn_wolff can somebody blow that photo up and print it off for me. i think i need it in my bedroom

→ user11 you get to go home with the real thing, leave the photo for us 

→ yn_wolff i almost didn’t

→ totowolff not you as well, liebling

→ user12 what does this mean? 

lewishamilton hell of a party 

pierregasly maybe don’t let your team principal join next time

alex_albon happy wife happy life probably isn’t working for toto right now 

maxverstappen1 i think we should get toto drunk before race weekends, maybe he’ll forget his strategies 

→ user13 what does this mean? let us innnnn

totowolff i’ll be speaking to all your team principals tomorrow about your behaviour 

→ charles_leclerc yes, dad 

→ landonorris oh, no. now we’ve done it 

→ georgerussell63 who do you talk to about mine?

yn_wolff you forgot your wife, mein herz, i don’t think your scary boss act is going to work today 

→ user14 he did what?!

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Letters to Santa

Rating: E (18+) - mdni Pairing: Nanami x GN! reader Content: dickcember day 4 - sexting, at work, desire

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Nanami Kento was a hard worker.

He always clocked in on time, took his lunch at the same time, left his desk right as the clock hit 5.

Which is why this could not happen.

Mouth full of rice– part of the pretty bento you had packed him that morning– he had opened his phone for the first time this shift. 3 unopened message badges lit up his screen. This was always his favourite time of day; the moment he gets to hear your thoughts, to wish you a good lunch.

On his screen, at full brightness, he opened his text app.

hi <3

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hope u like :) see u soon!

Nanami Kento was a hard worker.

As in– his cock had never been harder at work.

Fuck.

Thick, strong fingers typed a speedy response as white teeth worried the inside of his cheek.

Darling.

Fuck.

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Taking a bite of your sandwich, you couldn’t help but grin at Nanami’s curt response.

Your handsome husband was perfect in every way– attentive, thoughtful, competent. The only downside? He was uptight. As fuck.

So to swear?

And at work, nonetheless?

You wish you could see him now– even if it was just as a fly on the wall.

yes, kento? <3

You finished your sandwich, calm as ever. You could witness him squirm all day without batting an eyelash– he was so easy to tease.

Five minutes passed; you put away your lunch, settling back in your rolling chair as you scrolled mindlessly on your phone.

Your lock screen lit up with a notification from Hubby <3.

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Nanami Kento– your gorgeous, composed, responsible husband– was a nasty little freak.

The photo was taken from above, angled downwards in an industrial grey bathroom stall. A spotted tie was trapped between pearly teeth, chiselled jaw working the fabric. A brown leather belt hung open, khaki pressed chinos unzipped and pushed down blonde-dusted thighs.

Look what you did.

Nanami’s veiny left hand wrapped around the shaft of a pretty cock. Blonde dusted his abdomen, trimmed neatly to frame his pale, girthy base. 

Fix this.

Now.

Those eyes bore into yours through the screen. He wouldn’t take no for an answer; not when he was like this.

As much as you wanted relief yourself, you knew better than to scurry off to a bathroom stall. Nanami Kento was like a bloodhound; he always knew when you had satisfied yourself (in his words). He did not take kindly to the idea, much preferring to have you unravel on his fingers, tongue, or cock.

This was a test, of sorts– if you could stay strong, get through the day being good, your reward would be so much sweeter than any half-assed release you got from your left hand now.

so needy <3

As much as he played the role of a put-together, dominant husband, Nanami Kento flustered so beautifully under your subtle teasing.

[0:14]

A voice note popped up on your screen. Fumbling for your earbuds and triple checking they connected, you hit play.

Through heavy breaths, soft grunts punctuated the rustling of what you presumed to be his arm– if the soft plaps were anything to go by.

aww,,, touching yourself, bby? 

at work? 

u just wanna get found

Somewhere across the city, a very red Nanami Kento fucked his fist harder.

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This time, it was a video.

The breaths were louder. It was taken low, clearly filmed using his thighs to steady the camera. The dull, blushed head of his dick was slicked beautifully; clear precum welled up at his tip as that big hand fisted his cock. Long fingers spanned his length, stroking his many inches from base to tip. As he reached the head, strong digits squeezed, wringing out his precum and running the pad of a thumb through the mess. 

He looked utterly edible.

just like that, bby

keep goin for me

You grinned, taking a peek around your cubicle to ensure you were alone. Most of your coworkers were long gone for lunch, so there wasn’t much danger, though it was a very public space.

Still, you couldn’t help unbuttoning the top of your shirt, snapping a sneaky picture of your chest.

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need u bby <3

waiting so good 4 u rn

You had no idea just how much you affected your composed husband.

Fuck

Dotn say that shit

A typo AND two swear words? Oh, he was fucked up.

Seconds later, it loaded.

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A shaky photo, taken from above just like the first. His pretty cock stood angry against his abdomen, red from tip to base. Veins strained against his thin skin, dick so beautifully swollen. A sinful bead of his thick seed drooped heavy, mid-roll down his shaft. The ropes of his release sullied his hands, connecting those thick fingers with pearlescent strings.

You wanted to put your mouth on it.

need u so bad kento.

A beat.

Yeah? Wet at work, darling?

Naughty as fuck, sending me lewd pictures like that. What if Higuruma had seen?

I’m sure you’d like that, wouldn’t you, slut?

No touching yourself.

You’ll cum enough tonight.

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I'm not saying yandere Dick Grayson would baby trap his darling...but he most definitely would

Warnings: toxic and abusive themes. forced domesticated life, mentions of baby trapping, purposeful weight gain, manipulation, dick is a good hubby though, he's just so desprate

Please just hear me out on this concept. Now i've said before that Dick Grayson would've realistically had to put a halt on his personal life and relationships because alongside being nightwing and keeping his family together, it'd just be too much.

Could you imagine Yandere! Dick is like hitting his mid-thirties at this point, work is growing old and all of his siblings are just about adults and he's exhausted. One day, the siblings are all just chilling around the mansion and the topic of what they plan to do with their life after being a vigilante comes up. Dick hadn't though about it ever because well...this consumed every minute of his life but he figured he'd probably settle down and start a family. Jokingly one of his siblings said, "How could you ever find time for another family when you're already the matriarch of this one?", and it just hasn't left his mind since.

Fast forward and he's sitting in a dinner alone after patrol and he's just watching this family and their kids and it just hits him that he'll never have that at the rate he's going. If he doesn't end up dead from his work, he'd probably end up rotting in that mansion alone because he's too busy fixing the messes Bruce made with the others. He's been a "father" to his siblings since his teen years and he has not much to show for it. I mean he's proud of all of them but...he's still just their older brother...

He goes home and is thinking about just how happy that father looked while throwing his kids up in the air...or how beautiful his wife looked carrying their unborn child. He envied how simple and perfect their life was. They didn't have to miss out on life to fight crime around the clock or to piece back together something he never broke. They could happily go home..with each other and be proud of what they've made. He's looking back at his life and while he knows he's accomplished so much but being an actual dad is something he'll never get a chance to be. Not while he's still playing as the head of Bruce's household.

Yandere! Dick Grayson who now wants to be a father so badly and to come home to a pretty wife who truly loved him. Not just some one nighter who couldn't see past his body.

He met you by chance a few weeks later. It was while he was grabbing food before his nightly patrol, and the spark was like never before. It was fate. or delusion You were destined to be his pretty wife and be his ticket out of that mess. You're so perfect

Dick is maybe a little too eager to make his desires a reality. Like he's completely ready to let go of his previous familial duties to make way for his new ones. It's a huge shift but it's a necessary one. This is his Fiona Gallagher moment. He's steadily loosening the grip and ignoring calls to be fully focused on you. Dick wants to prove he'll be a great husband who won't neglect you for anyone else even if they're as close as family. He can't let them get in the way anymore.

He doesn't care if he has to manipulate his way into your heart, he's going to have you. He's the only one that'd ever be as good to you as he will be. There's not even a money limit on how much he's willing to pour into this process. If it takes paying your rent or car note to prove he's provider material...then so be it. Anything for the future mother of his children.

!Yandere Dick Grayson who doesn't even know if you want kids or marriage but he's so far gone in his own fantasies that he just assumes you have the same goals as he...even if you don't...you soon will..I like to think he slowly shifts you into being a stay at home girlfriends and floods your mind with ideas of this being your purpose. He needs you to know just how great you are at being domestic...this isn't so bad right? You could do this for the rest of your life!

Like i said he doesn't mind throwing money at you if it'll make you desire this life with him. Besides, he prefers you to be financially dependent on him. You are so shy when you ask him for things but he loves knowing that you need him, just like a good wife does.

First he's just always wanting you over his house for cute dates, then it's becoming a weekender situation...then a few days out of the week and now you practically live with him.

In the meantime he's doing subtle things like cooking dinner and breakfast with you at the same times every day. This is so you'll automatically start doing this on your own and so you know what he likes and at what time. He's got you doing shopping runs for the home. He's a sneaky little shit who asks you to throw in his laundry and clean up his messes while he's at work. He of course compensates you for being such a great helper. Your new job is here at his home. It fills him up with so much joy when he comes home and all your tasks are completed.

Yandere! Dick who is always surprising you with foods and snacks you cannot resist to make you plumper for when you're carrying his baby. Of course he's denying the allegations when you jokingly tease him about making you fat on purpose but we know the truth. Still, he's loving your body regardless, it needs to be healthy with extra fats to keep your children protected. He can barely contain himself though when he sees your little stomach pudge , it gets him all too excited for the real deal. It makes him feel all the less guilty about tampering with the contraceptives when he thinks about how gorgeous you'll be when you're swollen with his baby. I mean you're already this cute with a little bloat.

Oh just the thought of you walking around in public and everyone who sees you know that you're already claimed..ugh He doesn't know what to do with himself. You're all his and no one can steal you away from him. Not when you don't have any time. You're too busy taking care of the home and the baby to be bothered by anything else.

You won't be too mad at him, right? I mean just so desperate to have a quiet new life. He wants to be a father so bad, please let him have this. He'll be so so good for you and the baby.....he needs this.

[makeyoumine69]

Love ur writing it always makes me so happy when you post

For the celebration can you do breeding, belly bulge, and loss of innocence/virginity please 🥵🥵

Obsession

PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Innocent!Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: When your father told you that you were going to marry the son of his biggest business partner, named Patrick Bateman, you didn't believe him at first, but eventually you had to face reality and accept your destiny.

WARNINGS: Smut, hurt /comfort, forced marriage, forced pregnancy (kinda), loss of virginity, oral sex (reader receiving), fingering, nipple play/tit sucking, teasing, vaginal sex, creampie, belly bulge, Breeding kink, Praise kink, Innocent kink, Size kink, sweet dirty talk, multiple orgasms, humiliation, manipulation, pet names, horny hubby!Patrick Bateman himself.

WORDCOUNT: 4.1k

SONG REC: Mariah Carey - Obsessed🖤

A/N: Finally, I managed to finish this prompt. I really enjoyed writing it, thank you so much for this request, I hope you like it!

LINKS: [MASTERLIST]; [BWC MASTERLIST].

You were so scared and lost that you couldn't really believe it was happening - you wished that marrying Patrick Bateman was just a dream... but it wasn't. It all felt so real when after the super luxurious wedding, you rode in his limo to the Plaza Hotel for your first night together. Because the whole situation between the two of you was so rushed, you didn't even have time to get to know each other better, your father was too impatient and he wanted this marriage to happen as soon as possible. However, you remembered Patrick since you were children and all the girls around were always so charmed by him, even when he was just a little cheeky boy.

“What’s wrong, darling?” Patrick suddenly asked, placing his large palm on your knee. 

With a sharp gasp, you shrugged from his unexpected touch and turned to face him, holding for a moment to admire his beautiful, brown eyes. 

“Nothing.” You replied, breaking eye contact with him once you noticed you were staring at him for too long. 

You heard him letting out a tired sigh, and then Bateman tried to cuddle with you a bit, wrapping his arm around your slightly shaking shoulders. “I know that everything seems to be a bit messy but…”

"It doesn't seem like it, but it really is," you looked at him again, his face so close to yours that you had to hold your breath. "Literally…everything."

"Baby, please. Don't interrupt me, okay?" Patrick tried his best to be patient and polite, but you could feel his hand tightening on your back with each passing moment. "Things are really messed up, but I want to assure you – if you can be a good wife, I'll be a great husband to you. That sounds like a good deal, doesn't it?"

Shivering from being so close to him, you almost writhed in your seat when you felt his searing lips brushing behind your ear as he murmured something soft, something soothing, but you couldn't concentrate as the meaning of his words slipped away from you like a leaf in the wind.

“Pat-Patrick, actually … there’s one thing I didn’t tell you yet,” you mused nearly audible. “You know, I’ve never been close with anyone.”

“What do you mean?”

As soon as you opened your mouth to respond, the limo stopped and you both looked into the window to see the beautiful illumination of the Plaza. 

“Oh thank God, we’re finally here … I really hate NY in this time of the day, because of these fucking traffic jams.” 

Bateman’s rants still resound behind your back even when you got outside. Gently, he held your waist for support as you moved to the entrance to the grand hotel, your hand kept fixing the hem of your massive dress. 

It was not surprising that Patrick chose a luxury presidential suite for you, with large rooms and high ceiling above. You couldn't hide your fascination and that made him smirk loftily whilst he was helping you to remove your half-coat. Little by little, you moved to what was supposed to be a living room and took a seat on the huge black leather couch, suppressing growing anxiety inside your chest. 

“Do you like this place?” Patrick looked at you before letting out a short whistle, removing his jacket. 

“Yes, it’s really nice.” Smiling timidly, you clutched at the skirt of your dress once you saw him coming closer. 

“Uh, you always loved fancy things, darling,” he sat next to you, throwing his leg over another and placing his hand on the back of the couch, almost touching your shaky shoulders. “Well, nothing's too good for my wifey.”

His kiss on your lips was so sudden that it sent a million chills down your spine, causing your lungs to cramp from the lack of oxygen. At first, you clawed frantically at his solid biceps as you felt his hot tongue slide against your mouth in a demanding manner. You jolted once you gave him what he wanted, because this kiss was nothing compared to the one you shared at the wedding - it was much more passionate, but still you couldn't relax.

“Pat-Patrick, please … wait,” you whispered as your voice shook, searching for his brown eyes which now were dark as a midnight sky. “You must know one very important thing.”

“What is it, my dear?” 

"I'm..." you stuttered from the way he was staring at you, his hungry gaze literally eating you alive. "I'm a virgin, Patrick."

He frowned for a moment, then laughed uproariously before pulling up the hem of your dress, messing with its countless layers. "You can't be serious."

His reaction really embarrassed you, so you just pushed his big palm away and got up, leaving him on the couch with a disappointed grimace on his face.

"Hey! Where are you going?" He asked annoyingly, his golden Rolex wiggling on his wrist as he raised his hands in confusion.

"I want to get off this dress and change into something else," you complained, trying to reach the ties at the back of your dress to undo them. "I hate it!"

It was as if he hadn't even noticed your ranting when he rejoined you: "And what about that guy from college who was hovering around you like a fucking shark? Poor guy missed his chance to get a bite of a delicious pie like you?"

Gritting your teeth, you shrugged at the unpleasant sensation and shouted: "Don't you dare talk about him like that!"

He chuckled again, in his natural haughty way. "He was always a loser, and I always knew you would be mine."

You were almost done with the ties, but as soon as you heard his last words, you froze, feeling something snap in your mind. "What did you just say?"

Bateman's grin grew even wider as you turned to face him, with an unhidden dread in your eyes. "I said I always get what I want..." He stood up and walked over to the large coffee table near the couch, taking a glass and pouring some red liquid into it. "Wine?"

When you didn't answer, he took a sip of alcohol before continuing his malicious confession: "As you probably remember, my dear (Y/N), my father wanted me to marry," with every word he said, Patrick was slowly closing the distance between the two of you. "And he also wanted me to have an heir. The American dream family, that really works best for a good social reputation".

He paused, standing almost face to face with you, you could feel his expensive cologne enveloping you like a mist. “And?” 

Your curiosity made him sneer with delight, so he cupped your cheek and looked down at you, murmuring softly as if trying to lull you into a fake sense of comfort. "And then there was a business meeting with your father where I remembered you as the ideal candidate to be my wife," he smiled almost lovingly, stroking your cheekbone and placing a tender kiss on your temple. "Too bad you couldn't see the look on your father's face when we talked about it, he was as happy as if he'd won a fucking billion dollars."

Stifling the immense pain in your heart, you closed your eyes and almost fell into his embrace from the feeling of being so miserable in this selfish world. His words only proved your thoughts about being just a figure in another chase game of your dad, and according to what Bateman just told you - your father won a jackpot by forcing you to marry the son of his biggest business partner.

“But to be fair, I didn’t expect to be that lucky …” he murmured before pulling you closer, his hands traveling around your lower back. “… to get such an innocent flower.”

When Patrick kissed you on lips again, you didn’t even struggle as the dark void inside your soul was consuming all of your thoughts and feelings, leaving you completely empty. With no rush, Bateman was undoing the rest of the ties on your dress as if he was unwrapping his most desirable gift. Your throat shivered in a choked gasp, as your body was traitorously responding to each touch he made, especially when his large palms ran across your boobs to give them a slight squash. 

"Baby, you don't have to be afraid of me." His suddenly charming voice sounded like honey, so sweet and stringy. 

"I'm not afraid," you stared up at him, catching his hands that were now caressing your thighs. "I'm so... so fucking disappointed."

"It's understandable."

"But not for you," you scowled a bit, biting your lip to keep the salty tears from welling up in your eyes. "I'm just a toy for you... just like for my beloved father."

Suddenly Patrick's eyebrows knitted, making him look a little frustrated. "No, you're not."

"Enough lies," you wanted to push him away, but he only held you tightly, forcing you to keep eye contact with him. "This is all so fake!"

"Maybe everything around us is fake, but we are not..." he gently traced a finger along your cheek, moving down to outline your trembling lips. "We're real, and when I said I'd take care of you, it wasn't a lie."

The way he looked at you was literally captivating, it caught you off guard and you couldn't help but breathe out sharply as his plump lips nestled against the sensitive spot on your neck. 

"Pat... Patrick," your hands clung to his shoulders as you desperately searched for protection, and your inner nature told you that he could do it - his strong arms were like a shield between you and the whole world. "I really want to make it work, but..."

Bateman didn't allow you to finish, pressing his thumb against your mouth and then lifting you up as if you weighed nothing as he walked into the big, fashionable bedroom. Shaking slightly, you closed your eyes from the sense of unreality that clouded your mind like the strongest alcohol.

Did he just say he was going to take care of you? 

The man you had always known as a total egoist, who loved no one but himself, now covered your small frame from above as he laid you on the king-size bed, planting little kisses on your cheek before settling on his knees, undoing his tie and unbuttoning his white shirt.

"You look gorgeous, (Y/N)," he mused, taking your leg to peck at your ankle, causing your back to arch at his unexpected tenderness. "As you always do."

Cautiously, Patrick slid down your luxury wedding dress, exposing your bare skin that was not hidden under your beautiful white lingerie - just a glimpse of it made him swallow hard, and when you gave him your most innocent look, he licked his lips briefly as his nostrils began to turn red.

Panting barely audibly, Bateman stood on the floor to remove his clothes, not wasting a moment to admire your embarrassed face, the more naked he became, the more noticeably you began to fidget.

"Come here, darling." He purred like a cat and beckoned you over to sit on the edge of the bed.

There was something sweet about him, as all the girls always said when they saw him, which was probably the reason why you couldn't resist him as you obeyed and knelt beside him, waiting for his next move.

“Babydoll,” he stroked your cheekbone, and you closed your eyes again from the blissful sensation of his warm palm. “Tonight, I’m gonna guide you into the world of pure pleasure … ”

You shuddered at his promise as your insides tightened like a spring - that strange sensation was both terrifying and exhilarating.

"You'll never be the same after this, sweetheart." Bateman crooned, wrapping his hand around your neck, not to hurt you, but to make you feel his unspoken dominance.

“A-ahh,” your low moan caressed his ears and that was one of the most delighted things he ever heard. “What do you want me to do?”

Your hasty question impelled him to humm in absolute adoration, as Patrick drew near your mouth to kiss you hungirly, never in your life someone was kissing you like that, sucking on your lips one by one and biting them a bit, making you literally melt in his strong arms.

"Be yourself, (Y/N)," he whispered into your ear, hugging your shoulders before pushing on them determinedly, and now you were sprawled on the bed beneath him. "You're incredible just the way you are."

Trembling, you wanted to scream as his words worshiped your broken soul, even if he was only doing it to befuddle you and get what he wanted - in that moment, you didn't care as the strange, burning desire grew from the inside, corrupting your innocent mind by the second.

Delicately, Bateman darted his soft fingers against your belly, sliding them up to your heavy breasts, teasing your nipples with light strokes, you gasped from that contact, creasing the blanket and spreading your legs that allowed him to rest himself more comfortably. 

“Good girl,” he praised you and pulled down the straps of your lingerie to expose your extremely hard peaks. “Mmm … my sweet, little girl.” He gave one of them a few licks, before he took it into his hot mouth, sucking it with pure delight. 

“A-aww, Gosh … ” You wailed and enfolded your arms around his head, not even realizing you were pressing him closer. 

Patrick exhaled a muffled groan and switched to your other nipple, swirling his wet tongue around it so deliciously that the tight knot in your lower abdomen was begging to be released.

“Patrick! P-Patrick please!”

“Mmm, honey, you have amazing tits,” he huffed and trapped your swollen tip between his sharp, white teeth, forcing you to freeze in silent moan of pleasure. Seizing the moment, he sneaked his long fingers between your legs to grope your taut lower lips. “Fuck, you’re soaking wet and we have only just started.”

Breathing heavily, you look up at him from under your lashes with your dazed eyes, feeling his soft finger pads slide up and down your feverish pussy. Bateman stared back at you, smirking in his arrogant way, especially when you jerked beneath him as he slipped a thumb inside your panties and pressed it against your sensitive nub.

"No one's ever touched you like this before?" Patrick asked, rubbing your clit steadily, forcing you to bend your legs into knees to give him more space to play with. 

You tossed the pillows around to cover your face and just nodded, feeling his ministrations becoming more and more insistent, you didn't know how long you could stand it. 

"Mmm, does that feel good, baby?" He watched you from above, admiring the view of your trembling body as his fingers slid over your cunt like clockwork, making obscene, sleek noises.

"A-arrh, yes ... mmm ... so good."

To be fair, Bateaman knew what you were going to say before you answered, because he was absolutely confident in his sex skills, and you would remember this night for a long time.

First, he left a light kiss on your side, passing your rib bones as he descended to your mound, leaving a wet trail of hickeys. Fondly, Patrick opened your hips wide apart, and he had to hold them securely as he pushed your underwear aside. You winced because you knew what he was going to do, and when he finally latched his plump lips against your blushing clit, you didn't know whether to stop him or explode right here - his skilled tongue left you with no choice. 

"Mm-mmhm, ohhh God, I can't... I can't, Patrick! It's too much," you writhed on the bed, the tension in your womb too intense for you to bear. "P-Please ... ah, please ..."

Uncertain of what you were pleading for, you let him strap your legs over his broad shoulders as he lapped at your cunt without stopping, sucking your burning flesh and consuming your sweet juices like his favourite dessert. You were so fucking close to combustion when a sudden sharp pain ripped through your body, causing you to shriek in agony.

"Shh, it's all right ... I need to prep you, (Y/N)," he smooched the inside of your hip, slowly pushing his thin fingers into your spasming cleft. "Hang in there, baby. Will you do it for me?"

His voice was so soothing, so convincing. As you wiped away your tears, you saw him offer you a hand and you took it, letting your fingers intertwine. Patrick interpreted this gesture as a 'yes' and the next moment his lips found their way back to your clit, flicking it with his warm tongue and sparingly pumping your pussy with his expert fingers.

As much as he attempted to be gentle, it was still painful as he plunged deeper with each passing second.  "Mmm, I..." you stammered as you felt him add another finger. "I'm scared, Patrick."

"Don't be," Bateman mused after tugging on your little tip with a squelch, slowly twisting his digits and looking at you from between your legs. "As long as you're a good girl for me, you've got nothing to worry about."

Swallowing hard, you closed your eyes from the stinging sensation of your shimmering tears. You knew there was no going back, you belonged to this man now and he could do whatever he wanted with you. Still, you tried to believe him, it might be naive and stupid, but... you just couldn't deny your sympathy towards him, especially when he treated you so kindly and lovingly.

Maybe one day you would regret it, but for now all you could do was whimper loudly and writhe on the king-size bed in the most expensive suite at the Plaza Hotel as your lawful husband was about to make you his, now and forever.

After a while, your taut body couldn't take any more of the crazy mix of pain and ecstasy that was intoxicating your mind - you orgasmed so vividly that you were afraid you were going to pass out from the feeling of your inner walls pulsating again and again.

"Yes ... just like that, honey," Patrick murmured, his fingers still pounding into your spasming cunt, prolonging your climax and it seemed you were about to cum again. "Ahhh, baby, you make me so proud."

"Patrick..." your chest rose and fell so abruptly that your face burned from the heat, as if someone had poured hot tea on you. "Mmm..."

You only managed to squeak out as Bateman suddenly rolled you over, forcing you to stay on your knees as he sat behind you. Shit, he was so huge, you felt so tiny in his arms, especially when he wrapped them around you to plant a sloppy kiss on your neck, he could feel the artery beating so fast.

"You'll like it, believe me," he chuckled softly before pushing down on your back to bend you over. "It will hurt, I admit, but not for too long."

At the very last moment, a creeping fear took over your mind and even after several orgasms he had worked you up, you couldn't relax, knowing the pain to come. Nervously, you bent down to rest your head on your crossed elbows, his hot flesh poking at your tight little hole. God, he was so big... you knew it from the time you danced close together at your wedding, your inner channel clenching around nothing in anticipation of what would happen next.

"(Y/N)," he called your name longingly, stroking his full length as he spread your wetness around his engorged head. "I've never wanted someone as badly as I want you now."

Bateman lowered himself to lick your neck, and then you screamed loudly as he began to thrust into you, gripping your hips tightly as you instinctively tried to slip away. 

"Pat! Mmm, I'm so f-full, Goshhh," you tried your best to hold yourself back from crying, but the tearing sensation in your lower abdomen was too much to handle. "W-wait!"

"Almost there, darling," Patrick lied, as it was only the tip, but he didn't want to make the current situation any worse, so he decided to just keep going, ramming into you with more effort, grabbing you by the waist and almost digging his fingers into your delicate skin. "You're doing so well, mmmm ... F-fuck, you're so tight, baby."

Bateman really tried to control himself, but the way you embraced his thick cock was too blissful, it brought out his inner beast faster than he thought.

"Aaa-awww, so... so big, oh mmmm," your eyes rolled back in your head as he buried himself completely into your squeezed womb, your saliva dripping uncontrollably from your mouth. "Ah! It hurts..."

Without hesitation, Patrick leaned down to your neck and tongued your earlobe in order to soothe you a little, and when that didn't help, he cupped your face to bring you closer as his red-hot lips locked with yours. Passionately, he attacked your mouth, sucking and licking your tongue with a slurpy sound. 

"You will give me a child, sweetheart," Bateman muttered in a demanding tone before forcing you to sit on your knees and covering you from behind. "A beautiful son..." he thrust deeper, holding you by the neck. "...or a daughter...or both."

The sounds of flesh meeting flesh mixed with the squelching your pussy made each time his beefy shaft moved in and out of your inner channel, relentlessly hitting your cervix with its tip.

"Yes, P-Patrick ... I'll do anything you ... want ... aaaww!" Your ability to speak diminished each time he rocked into your body, pressing you closer to his solid muscles as he settled more comfortably on his knees beside you. 

"Of course, you will, baby girl."

Bateman was about to lose it at any moment from the way your tight hole was squeezing his dick, and your lascivious moans only encouraged him to fuck you harder and faster. 

"Do you feel that love?" Patrick put his hand on your belly, impaling you relentlessly on his thick cock. "Can you feel my dick hitting your belly? Arrgh-fuck, you're so delicate and fragile ... I'm even afraid of breaking you."

After his brief confession, Bateman took your palm and placed it on your tummy, so you could sense the outline of his huge dick sliding inside you, and that sensation literally made you choke on air. 

"I feel it ... Patrick, I f-feel it ... aaah," you threw your head back, resting it on his sturdy shoulder. "Patrick..."

You mumbled his name over and over as a saving mantra, your eyes now full of tears, and as if that was not enough, his hips began to slam into yours with increasing intensity. For a moment you found yourself fading away from the tremendous sensation of being so fucking full and abused that you couldn't even pronounce a world, only moaning wildly as you were fucking like animals, so ruthless and totally out of control.

"F-Fuck, I'm gonna make you pregnant again and again, mm-my dear wifey," he suddenly lowered his palm down your mound to rub your oversensitive bud, smearing your slick all around your pubic area and causing your legs to tremble frantically. "Shit," he felt you clenching around his dick as you climaxed so abruptly from his rubbing circular movements. He watched you quiver in his arms, your mouth paralysed in a silent cry as he kissed your temple and contemplated: "I wanna see your belly swell with my child ... I bet you'll look so beautiful, ahh-fuck."

Growling, Patrick closed his eyes from the surging ecstasy that soon consumed him, causing his whole body to cramp and his thrusts to become absolutely raw but ragged. As he pumped his fertile seed into your pussy, he didn't stop ramming into you, holding you tightly in his muscular arms until he was spent to the last drop. The feeling of warm cum filling you from the inside was so overwhelming that you didn't have time to be afraid, as if it was destined to happen before you could even think.

‘Just be a good wifey for him,' kept nagging at the back of your mind, your tears falling on your sweaty body as your eyes were wide open, staring at that one spot on the ceiling above with bitter sorrow in your chest.

From now on, you would never belong to yourself again. Not ever.

P.S. Thank you for reading until the end! I don’t have a taglist. You can follow my writing community to know when I update!💞

[shhhsecretsideblog]

You have to go see your professional athlete husband play in the championship game: only problem is you're 42 weeks pregnant. You've been having contractions all day, but you tell yourself they're just Braxton Hicks, and you can go to the hospital after the game and have the baby. But once the game starts you can't ignore the urge to push any longer...

Great prompt! Exactly what I was in the mood to write this evening, ty! Hope you like it (fyi written in an hour and very much not edited or checked or read-through lol)

Half-Time Full-Time Baby-Time

Despite being overdue, suffering practice contractions all day, and having a baby nestled deep in my pelvis - I was not going to miss the big game. I’d never missed any of my husband’s matches and I wasn’t going to start now.

Thankfully, as my hubby was a star player on the team I was watching the game from the Executive Box. My parents were supposed to have joined me but they couldn’t make it, so I was on my own in the luxury private suite that had a large window and a glass door overlooking all the action on the pitch below. Inside the room was a fancy dining table with chairs, a mini bar, and a few high stools beneath the tall bench table lining the window so people could sit and drink and eat while watching the game.

Unfortunately I wasn’t able to do any of those things. My tight and round belly and the pain flaring in my hips had me pacing around and around the room. Cupping the underside of my bump I breathed deeply through each rising wave.

“Hmmmmm… not now baby, please.” I whimpered.

The practice pains had gotten closer and closer together during the first half. I’d tried to ignore them, breathe through them and walk around to stop the braxton hicks, but they didn’t disappear. They only got worse. Just before the whistle blew at half time my waters broke and I was forced into the realisation this was no false alarm.

But it would be fine; labour took hours and hours and the game would be long finished before we would need to go to the hospital. That’s what I thought.

Midway through the second half I’m standing by the window, my hands clasping the high bench in a white-knuckle grip, my hips swaying side to side. My throat rattles as I release involuntary groans with the constant squeezing and tightening of my belly. The baby felt so damn low… my legs were in a wide stance and my belly hung down off my hips. I was glad to be wearing a lightweight summer dress with the amount I was sweating. I wanted to open the door, to let in a breeze, but I was scared to with the labouring sounds I was emitting. I didn’t want to attract attention and I did not want to go anywhere and miss the game. I would stay here until you were finished and then we would go to the hospital together.

Another contraction rolled across my belly and the pressure built and built towards boiling point. It felt like I was going to explode, to burst, that feeling of fullness paired with an urgency and pressure was becoming too much to handle. My legs started to tremble as I fought against my body’s instincts, a low rumbling roar slipping past my lips.

I leant forward over the tall tabletop, my arms folded on its surface and my head dropped against my arms. My legs were buckling, sinking lower into a squat. The pressure was building, the round and heavy bowling ball of a head was so low… I wanted to push— my body needed me to push—

“Noooo…. Oh god! Don’t- hoooo- don’t push. Just stay in there baby…. Wait for your daddy to f-finish the g-game—mnghhhhhh!!!”

There was no controlling it, the head was getting lower and pressing against my opening. My body was pushing and I couldn’t stop it. More amniotic fluid hit the floor as I pushed, my bare feet standing on the damp carpet.

In between uncontrollable pushes I glanced up desperately and looked at the timer hanging over the pitch. There was still 15minutes to go, plus injury time. Oh god, the baby was not going to last that long. It felt like it was already starting to crown.

With a trembling hand I feel under my dress between my thighs and nearly vomit when I feel the curved surface of the head pressing against my underwear.

“Oh baby, no… you can’t come out yet…”

But my body and mind are not in sync and a second later I’m back to uncontrollably pushing. I sink into a deep squat, my arms stretched high above my head as I cling onto and almost swing from the high rise table.

“Nnnmghhhhh!!!!” I grunt and low, bearing down into my bottom, running completely on instinct. The baby was slipping further and further out, my labia was stretched thin and the burning of a full crown made me howl.

At the same time one of the teams had scored and the stadium erupted with a frenzy of screams and cheers. The crowd’s jubilance was my own encouragement and I gasped a breath and pushed again, hard. My body was shaking head to toe, the burning… the fullness… the desperation for it all to stop… I had to get the baby out, and it had to come out right now. Giving it my all the head popped out dramatically into my underwear and I collapsed down onto all fours.

The game was nearly over and the baby was almost here. I scrambled to pull down my panties before the next contraction hit. I could hear the noises in the stadium, the crowd cheering and chanting, the final minutes being played. Meanwhile the baby was turning inside of me, the shoulders beginning to press and stretch me open once more. When the next contraction hit I submitted to it entirely, rocking forward and back with each push as my body worked hard to birth the babe. I roared and pushed with the final whistle of the match and raised up on my knees, my hands flying between my legs to catch my newborn baby.

“Oh my goodness… hi little one.” I sobbed as I brought the child up to my chest, wiping its face and blowing gently against their cheeks. The newborn gave a cough and started crying and relief and exhaustion took hold. That was when I noticed the crowd around the Exec Box was cheering. I crawled to the door, babe in arms, and awkwardly got back to standing.

Looking out across the pitch I could see my husband’s team had won, all the men jumping and hugging each other. I could spot my husband easily amongst the sea of coloured jerseys.

“That’s your daddy.” I said to the baby.

My husband looked up at the box, knowing where I’d be, and his jaw dropped when he saw me standing at the glass door, a newborn baby wailing in my arms.

[hana-no-seiiki]

Would you do a second part of Damián x Cat!villain!reader? Or maybe something with a different plot, but I need it too much 😵‍💫

I don’t usually entertain part 2 asks but cause it’s you my adorkable Lucas, I shall. I’m adding the other boys and some wild cards for good measure.

tw/cw: yandere, dick’s part gives me major second hand embarrassment but maybe that’s a me issue, (implied) jason has seggs with your unconscious body (but it’s consensual). damian is aged up but still younger than reader hence the condescending way of speech the latter has for him.

ROOFTOP TALKS W/ THE BOYS

☁️ . . . w/ Dickie Boi

When you were dating it was a lot of you flirting and him asking you to be a bit more professional. And then you promptly reminding him that your profession is being a thief.

And that you were taking that profession seriously by stealing his heart.

Kisses in the rain were pretty much your guys’s thing. As much as your cat heart hated being wet.

When he became Nightwing and after Jason’s death, you guys didn’t break up immediately. Just fizzled out. Long talks about everything and anything became short greetings and small talk until you two officially ended it.

Nowadays Dick tries his hardest to get your attention, he shows off a lot. Ups the romanticness of it all. Brings you all around the city for dates before you two chill on your favorite spot.

Dick felt great. He just spent an entire night out on a date with his first love, some might argue that you’re his only true one too. You two haven’t been able to hang out due to the chaos of life and Jason. But finally he was able to have you for himself for once. No Tim to watch you two through the cameras (he made sure all of those were unavailable), no Damian to stalk you two within the shadows (it took a while, but he managed to convince the big ol’ bat to keep the youngest occupied), and no vigilante business he had to deal with.

There was just one last thing. A kiss. (He wanted sex, to feel you around him again. But considering you two just got back into the swing of things he was willing to wait)

He closed his eyes, and leaned forward.

Only to be met with air.

And then the ground.

“Uhm. Did you just — I mean I know I look cute tonight and all — but did you just try to kiss me, Grayson?” You had only managed to narrowly dodge the action. A little amused by the way he’s currently making out with the floor, but mostly confused and somewhat terrified.

Dick groaned, of all the things to put him on the ground this week. “I thought - I thought we were…”

You looked at him, blinked a few times, and managed to utter out, “Dude.”

☁️ . . . w/ Hubby Toddy

Imma be honest with you. You two bone 80-90% of the times you guys meet.

The only reason that it’s not 100% is because of the danger you two are in for that 10-20%

The vigilante/villain lifestyle and environment isn’t ideal for boning 24/7 y’know.

The reason why you guys fuck so often is cause Cat Villain! Reader being the menace they are only has to remind Jason that he died a virgin for you two to get down to business.

The Batboys are obsessed with proving themselves/ a point in general after all. So you often play them like a fiddle with just a few words.

Aside from that, a lot of your rooftop talks are you being snarky towards each other. Jason asking you to stop risking your life with heists and you vice versa with his vendetta.

Which usually leads to anger fucking but I digress.

You two often snack on the greasiest, unhealthy food while together.

Sometimes you spend hours talking about what he missed while he was gone. Of course he already knows everything. He kept tabs on you and whatnot. But hearing you speak gives him a sense of calm like no other.

Cuddling ftw. Jason adores enveloping you.

He likes doing stuff that proves that you exist?? Like that you’re next to him. That both of you are alive in that moment.

“‘M sleepy.” Your eyelids were beyond heavy at that point. Jason wanted you to be up for every single round, and it seemed like his stamina was endless.

Usually you’d pass out and he’d just continue getting off using you but that night he gave you a challenge. Something about wanting to see the way your pretty eyes as he ruined your insides.

“Too much action for you tonight, kit?”

“Mhm.”

“Go to sleep. I’ll watch over you.” He shifted your body in a more secure position, wrapping his large arms around your form.

“Promise me you won’t disappear?”

“I’m here always.” He let out a deep breath.

As soon as he made sure you were out cold he continued,

“Not even death will keep me away from you, baby.”

☁️ . . . w/ Timsies Whimsies

Most of your hang outs are spent indoors

Otherwise it’d be you hovering over his shoulders as he works on his projects.

Most of your rooftop times with Tim are spent in silence, playing video games, or board games.

Sometimes you two would spend hours playing and voicing cheesy dating sims.

But sometimes you use the time to get him to sleep.

You two are very much opposites when it comes to sleep times. Like if we go full on cat mode here, you prolly sleep off like 70% of your life.

I really shouldn’t be writing this while I’m sleepy as hell shouldn’t I?

Tim had never slept so well in his entire life.

All he remembered before being lulled into dreamland was you singing, patting him on the head, and some laughter before everything went dark.

But now he wishes he never slept at all.

“Is this . . . an edit of us a kids—“

Tim slammed his laptop shut so hard he’s pretty sure he’d broken it.

You looked at him incredulously. How long had you been snooping through his stuff? How did you even manage to unlock it? He made sure it was inaccessible even to Bruce.

“I . . . I read this one fanfic . . . that we met as kids and grew up together.” He confessed.

Yes, Tim gets brainrots over [Cat Villain Name] x Reader / Red Robin fanfics. Could you blame him?

“Honestly that’s pretty cute and wholesome. The other things you have there on the other hand . . . “

“I’ll pay for all of your boba expenses for a year if you forget about this.”

“A decade and I’ll never look through your shit again.”

“Deal.”

☁️ . . . w/ Damie Baby

Up until recently your rooftop meetings have been an even more snarky version of Jason’s with less hatefucking more … hating.

While Dick is more extravagant with how he shows off. Damian is more on the ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about I’m just this awesome’ side of the spectrum.

It took him a while to finally figure out that you being a menace is more of a facade if anything

And boy did it make him get a romantic boner when he found out

Like it went from you teasing him to hell and back to him turning the tables

“Wow, ain’t it past your bedtime, Damie?”

“Not my fault I can’t get a wink of sleep without you beside me.”

“. . .Ah.”

Aside from that you like roping him into playing games and basically all the things he missed out on being trained to be as an assassin.

He in turn does more traditional courting methods on you. Like buying you flowers, having slow dances.

Sometimes you do each other’s henna.

(He definitely is smug about it when other members of the batfam ask)

He often scolds you about reading so much late into the night…and insists he reads everything for you while you sit prettily on his lap

His favorite activity is running his hands through your hair as you lay your head on his lap while he dictates a book out loud. Usually it’s non fiction so that A) you’d sleep faster, and B) he gets his readings for uni in.

☁️ . . . w/ Bruce ig

“Hey, loser.” You purred, appearing from the underneath Batman’s cape.

Without a beat, he replied, “[Cat Villain Name].” and nothing else. He does not move. Doesn’t even make an attempt to seem affected by your antics.

“Awe, I missed you too!” You hugged him tightly and gave a pat for measure.

You were about to let when you felt a weight atop your head.

He was… giving you a headpat? Albeit awkwardly.“Who are you and what did you do to—“

“Treat them well.”

And he disappears.

Hey, wasn’t that your move?

In anycase,

It’s about time that Bruce learnt,

if you can’t beat em, join em.

[inubaki]

Married to-? ——-

FluffWeek prompt: husbands

I made up an idea of a reincarnated Adam in a modern suburban setting. In which he thinks he has it all. A lovely house. Job. Friends. Spouse. As long as he doesn’t think about it too hard.

—- I talked it over with @libby-for-life and commissioned her to write the story since people seemed interested but I know my own writing is awful.

hope you all enjoy as much as I do. ———-

Adam woke up as he always did, stretching his arms overhead with a wide yawn and a sleepy grin spreading across his face. The sunlight streamed through the thin curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. He turned to the side, his gaze falling on his husband, Sam, who lay peacefully asleep next to him. Smaller in stature, Sam had always been the perfect counter to Adam’s broad frame, and despite his delicate appearance, Adam knew all too well that his partner was far from fragile.

With a growing smile, Adam gently brushed back the tousled blonde hair that had fallen over Sam’s forehead, tucking it softly behind his ear. He admired the way the morning light highlighted the sharp angles of his husband's face and the faint smile that teased at the corners of his lips even in slumber. "I love you..." Adam whispered, his voice barely above a sigh, watching as Sam stirred slightly, mumbling incoherently in his dreams. The sound was endearing, and Adam couldn't help but chuckle softly, thankful for the quiet moments they shared together.

He gently got up to make breakfast for his hubby. Humming to himself, Adam got the clothes he would wear for the day and stepped into the opulent bathroom, his gaze immediately drawn to the luxurious surroundings. The floor was covered in polished marble tiles that gleamed under the warm glow of strategically placed LED lights. Each tile reflected the light like a polished gemstone, creating a mesmerizing effect.

The walls were adorned with rich, textured wallpaper in deep hues of navy and gold. A large, ornate mirror framed in antique gold hung above a double vanity that was crafted from dark walnut wood, its surface polished to a mirror-like sheen. The vanity was equipped with high-end fixtures, shimmering in chrome and accented with intricate detailing.

As Adam walked further in, he noticed the spacious freestanding bathtub, which was a work of art in itself, featuring a sleek, modern design with smooth curves. A waterfall faucet that could have water cascade into the tub, producing a soothing sound that complemented the serene atmosphere. Plush towels, neatly arranged on a heated towel rack nearby, were invitingly soft, hinting at the comfort that awaited.

To the side, a glass-enclosed walk-in shower boasted multiple showerheads and an array of luxurious toiletries displayed on a minimalist shelf. The steam that came from the shower would be a soft haze, giving the room an ethereal quality. 

Adam took a moment to appreciate the thoughtful details—a small potted orchid on the vanity, the subtle scent of essential oils wafting through the air, and the soft, ambient music that played in the background. Sam knew him so well and he still couldn't believe that he designed this bathroom with Adam in mind.

He gently stripped from his silk pajamas, a gift from Sam with a note saying how sexy he would look in the nightgown, and he hopped into the shower. As much as Adam wanted a bath, he wanted to personally make Sam's lunch and that meant racing their cook to the kitchen. Lathering some apple-scented body wash, Sam had a thing for apples that Adam didn't mind indulging him in, and washed himself clean. 

He took his time, running a hand over the scars under his chest. While he didn't used to be, Adam was confident in his body and while his body may not be under traditional gender norms, his lack of dick didn't make him any less of a boy.

Despite the body dysmorphia growing up, Adam did have a good childhood. He was born into a loving family who thought he was a girl and treated him as such. Until he was four years old. 

Adam was in his small bathroom, glaring at the pigtails that his mother had put up in two pretty bows. He hated it. Why couldn't he have the hair that all his friends had? They had told him that girls weren't allowed to play with them. That word. He hated it more than anything. He had taken a pair of scissors and cut his pigtails off, bows and all. 

He immediately smiled at his reflection, liking how short it looked. His parents didn't understand at first but indulged him. To this day, they were still his loving and supportive parents who paid and fought for his right for top surgery at fifteen when Adam realized he wasn't going to be small-chested but be on the bigger side.

And while he had definitely gotten heavier as he got older, and spoiled by his husband, he still had a masculine appearance and Adam couldn't be happier with it. Especially with the beard he had growing.

Adam quickly dried off, the soft cotton towel brushing against his skin, and slipped into a comfortable pair of simple navy pants and a classic white shirt before making his way to the warmly lit kitchen. The inviting aroma of fresh coffee wafted through the air as he moved. He arrived just in time, beating the cook to the kitchen. 

"Ah, Mr. Morningstar. I was just about—" Jerald, the cook, started to say, his voice tinged with surprise.

"I've got breakfast for today, Jerald," Adam replied, flashing a kind smile that lit up his face. Jerald nodded appreciatively, his smile widening, before he exited the kitchen to make his rounds. 

Adam rolled up his sleeves and got to work, carefully mixing the batter for the pancakes, the gentle clinking of the whisk against the bowl filling the air as he added just the right amount of vanilla extract. He sizzled strips of bacon in the skillet until it was perfectly crispy and arranged plump, juicy strawberries on a plate. He could already envision Sam’s delighted expression at the sight of his favorite breakfast.

Moments later, Sam stumbled into the kitchen, his tousled hair hinting at the long night he'd had. A small but tired smile graced his lips, his blue eyes, still hazy with sleep, sparkled with affection as he took in the scene. "And how is my wonderful husband?" he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Adam’s back, warmth radiating from his touch. 

Adam giggled at the affectionate gesture, turning to face him with genuine joy. "Good morning! I'm good, and how about my Ducky? How is he?"

"Good...what are you cooking?" Sam inquired, leaning slightly against the counter, his curiosity piqued

"Your favorite!" Adam exclaimed, his voice bright with enthusiasm. Sam’s smile widened, and his eyes glimmered with love as he watched Adam pour the pancake batter onto the hot griddle, the sound of bubbling batter echoing in the kitchen. They soon both sat down and began to eat their meal.

Sam looked at his watch and nearly choked on a syrup-drenched pancake bite. "Golly! Is that the time?!" He yelled standing up. Adam blinked and watched as Sam quickly ate the rest of his food before kissing Adam on the cheek. "Bye, my love! Don't wait up!" Adam watched with a smile as Sam ran from the kitchen to get to work. His husband was always running late for something.

Adam shaking his head fondly, he cleared the table and placed the dirty dishes in the sink before leaving the rest for the maid to clean knowing she had a particular way of doing it and found it scandalous that one of the Masters of the house would clean when it was her job.

Besides, today was a special day for Adam—he was finally meeting up with some old college friends he hadn’t seen in years. Angelia and David had reached out, excited to shop and spend some quality time with him, and who was Adam to refuse such an invitation? The drive to the quaint little coffee shop downtown was filled with anticipation, the streets bustling with late-morning activity.

As he parked and stepped inside, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee mixed with the sweet scent of pastries enveloped him. He spotted Angelia and David seated at a cozy corner table, their faces lighting up as they waved him over. Adam smiled, feeling a rush of warmth at the sight of them. He walked over, exchanging hugs as he exclaimed, “Guys! You look amazing!”

David, with his usual effortless charm, leaned back in his chair, long hair casually falling over one shoulder as he placed their orders for lattes and blueberry muffins. Meanwhile, Angelia eagerly leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “So, I’ve heard you settled down well! How’s it feel to be married to a big shot?” 

At the mention of his husband, Adam felt a slight blush creep up his cheeks, a mix of pride and affection warming his heart. He couldn’t help but smile as he replied, “He’s amazing... really. It’s been a whirlwind, but every moment is worth it.” The nostalgia of their college days mingled with his present happiness, reminding him just how far they all had come.

"What does he do?" David asked as he gently placed Adam’s hazelnut latte on the table, the rich aroma wafting between them. Adam took a sip of his drink, savoring the warmth, before finally replying, "Oh, he's a contractor." The foamy surface of the latte reflected the late morning light filtering through the café window. As Adam continued to drink, he felt the weight of their stares, a gentle pressure that urged him to elaborate. 

"Well?" Angelia chimed in, her green eyes shimmering with curiosity and a hint of mischief. "Contracting what?"

Adam hesitated, a frown creasing his brow as he tried to dig through the mental fog. "He...uh, you know...I don't quite remember?" he stammered, his mind racing. Sam was definitely a contractor—he owned his own construction company, after all. They often discussed their workday in the evenings, but the specifics were a blur. 

"Wait...you don't know what your husband does for work?" David raised an eyebrow, incredulous. "Don't you think that's a little weird?"

"I'm sure he's told me, but I just forgot!" Adam insisted, laughter laced with nervousness escaping his lips. He tried to sound reassuring, but as the conversation shifted, the nagging thought clung to him—how had he forgotten something so fundamental? What exactly did it mean to be a contractor? Did Sam never explain it in detail? Or had they just never had the chance to delve into such a vital aspect of each other’s lives? They’d been married for four years, for God's sake! Adam has even met Lucifer’s daughter from her work from overseas. They called all the time—Surely at some point, the nature of Sam’s work had come up some variety of their conversations.

He'll ask Sam tonight. That'll clear the whole thing up.

Later on that night, Sam came home in a ruffled suit looking exhausted but perked up when he saw Adam reading on their bed. Adam smiled when he came in, ready to ask his question but stopped when he saw Sam giving him...the look.

Adam blushed heavily. This meant Sam was feeling especially sexually frustrated and Adam was going to have a wonderfully long night. Sam took off his tie, his shirt, and then his pants. He was purposefully teasing Adam and it was working. He bit his lip as Lucifer stood before him naked, his long thick appendage hanging low.

"Addy....are you going to be a good boy tonight?" Adam nodded as Sam showed him the tie he would be using to blindfold him. Adam gently knelt before Sam and he gently tied it around his eyes, obscuring his vision. "Oh, Addy...you have no idea the day I've had...and the only thing that made me sane was thinking about what I'd do to you when I came home." He was roughly pushed onto the bed.

This was Sam’s other side. While Adam loved Sam’s gentler and softer side, the one who loved ducks and could name you the most obscure fact about them to making duck-shaped butter balls to place on toast, Adam also loved this side of Sam as well. Dominating and controlling. An animal in the sheets.

He felt hands glide over his skin, slipping under his nightgown. Fingers pinched sensitive nipples causing Adam to cry out. "Now, didn't I say to be a good boy? Good boys are silent. Don't make me gag you~."

Adam nodded and kept quiet as Sam explored his body excruciatingly slowly. And then, faster than Adam was expecting, he was rolled onto his stomach and his nightgown lifted. "There's the dessert...don't mind if I do." Adam bit his pillow to keep from screaming in pleasure as a tongue entered.

Adam didn't know how it was possible but the man seemed to be able to lick everything inside of him all at once, hitting places that Adam didn't think were possible, it had to be otherwise Sam wouldn't be doing it, but it made the man moan, high and needy for more.

Almost immediately, he whimpered when a palm struck his ass. "I said no talking. A gag is what you need." And then a ball gag was being forced into his mouth, making the taller man's cheeks blaze even hotter. "No talking or I'll take the switch to your naughty ass. Nod if you understand." Adam frantically nodded and a searing kiss was placed on his ass. Sam always ran hot but this kind of sex with him always felt like they were burning together.

Sam finally let go of his pussy with a pop, ruining whatever orgasm he was going to have and growled low in his ear. "Remember your silent safe word." That was all the warning Adam had before he was slammed into. Adam moaned into the gag as the bed rocked with their combined effort and tears soaked through the blindfold and onto the sheets. They both heard creaking and splintering, but neither cared.

"You're mine, Addy! Mine!" Sam bit his neck over and over, leaving bite marks for all to see. Adam knew it would be a mess in the morning but the taller man liked having Sam's mark. It made him feel protected and owned in all the right ways.

Sam came deep into him and Adam could have sworn that he smelt burnt wood as he came as well. They both fell asleep together and Adam knew the tie would be gone in the morning.

And if Adam saw the broken bed in the morning, he would shrug it off as the material being faulty, not knowing that it was made of solid oak.

The questions came around lunch, a time when the sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm glow over their kitchen. Sam had managed to linger at the table longer than usual after breakfast, his caffeine fix pulling him back from the clutches of sleep. The night before had been long leaving them a bit bleary-eyed yet content. 

Adam, sensing the moment was right, decided now would be the perfect time to broach the topic that had been on his mind. He smiled to himself, reassuring himself that this wasn’t an interrogation, just an inquiry. As soon as Sam settled into his chair, looking slightly weary yet relaxed, they exchanged pleasantries, the familiar rhythm of their relationship easing the atmosphere.

Adam leaned forward and asked, “Dear, I know this might sound silly... and you’re free to laugh, but what do you do for work?��� His eyes sparkled with curiosity, eager to hear Sam’s response.

For a brief moment, Sam froze, a fleeting hesitation crossing his face that would have gone unnoticed if Adam hadn’t been watching so intently. Then, as though shaking off a brief wave of surprise, he took a sip of his steaming coffee, allowing the rich aroma to ground him. “I’m a contractor,” he replied, his voice steady but still carrying an undercurrent of thoughtfulness. His gaze drifted momentarily towards the window as if searching for the right words to follow.

"Contracting what?"

"Buildings, land disputes, and territory mainly. You'd be astonished how many times the ownership of some land ends up somebody else's the next week and the paperwork involved hurts my brain." Sam winced at the mental image.

Adam nodded but something still felt....off. "Hey, do you mind if I invited some of those clients for dinner then? Oh, it would be so nice. Me and Jerald would—"

As Adam continued talking, Sam seemed to grow more pale. He meant to say that he couldn't possibly ask clients on such short notice for dinner. That it would be unprofessional to ask them over. He needed to get Adam to stop talking.

"Of course, Dear! What time?" No. Stop! You were supposed to shut him down!

"6:00 would be good for guests to come!" No! Say that can't work! "Sounds perfect." You goddamn pushover. 

"Hahaha! Well, I do got to go to work but I'll see you tonight!" This was a disaster!

Adam kissed Sam on the cheek and hummed as Sam practically ran from the table, whipping out his phone. "B? Yes, I have a favor to ask. A big one. Yes, it involves the others."

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Adam glanced over the bustling kitchen, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over him as he helped Jeralod plate the meal. Their teamwork had resulted in a delightful spread: a golden roast chicken, its skin perfectly crisp and seasoned with rosemary and thyme, sat proudly in the center. Fluffy mashed potatoes, infused with garlic and cream, were generously topped with a pat of melting butter, while a vibrant green bean casserole—adorned with crispy fried onions and a creamy mushroom sauce—added a splash of color to the table. Freshly baked bread rolls, still warm and lightly brushed with garlic butter, beckoned invitingly alongside a decadent cheesecake drizzled with raspberry coulis for dessert.

As Adam surveyed the feast, he hoped it would be enough to satisfy the appetites of all who would gather. Sam had mentioned he was bringing six of his clients, and Adam wanted to make a good impression. With the clock ticking, he turned his attention to getting ready, wanting to look his best for the evening ahead.

He decided on something simple but sophisticated. A navy blue suit, black tie, and some polished leather shoes. Adam’s brown hair wouldn't cooperate for a while but eventually, Adam decided it was fine and straightened his tie. Time to impress the masses.

He came down the stairs and was startled when there was a knock on the door. The maid, her name was Elena, came running to the door before smoothing her skirt. "Go, Adam! I'll bring them to the Parlor!" She said and Adam quickly made his way there as the door opened up.

Soon, six tall people came inside. Adam thought they were...taller than average but shook it off as he introduced himself as Adam.

"I'm Beatrice." The blonde one said. "This is Bel, Manny, Levi, Sanderson, and Ozzie." She introduced. Adam smiled at them all and asked, "Would you all like a snack while we wait for my husband?"

"Oh, we couldn't pos—

"Thanks, I'm starving!" Manny said as he flopped on the couch. Beatrice and Ozzie glared at the man but Adam simply laughed. A man after his own heart. 

About an hour in, everyone was laughing and enjoying themselves when Sam came bursting in. "About time you showed up," Manny said and Beatrice punched his shoulder in warning.

"Sorry! Sorry! Um, dinner?"

As they all sat down to enjoy the meal, Adam couldn't help but ask, "So, you all seem very close. Did you all know each other before you became his clients?" They all shared a look that Adam didn't quite understand but they all unanimously said, "Yeah, sort of."

The dinner unfolded with effortless charm, the soft glow of candlelight casting warm shadows across the elegantly set table. Adam found himself enjoying the company, laughter echoing around him, but a nagging feeling tugged at the back of his mind. Everything seemed too perfect as if the evening had been meticulously orchestrated for his benefit. 

As he glanced across the table at Sanderson, who was animatedly chatting with Levi, a flicker of unease washed over him. When he attempted to call Sanderson's name, his voice was swallowed by the cheerful atmosphere. Sanderson, despite meeting Adam's gaze, didn’t respond. When their eyes finally connected for a long time, Sanderson offered a chuckle and shrugged, saying something about getting "spacy sometimes." Adam raised an eyebrow; who forgets their own name in that moment? 

As the evening wound down, the laughter and light banter faded as everyone left, leaving Adam alone with his thoughts. He felt overwhelmed by an avalanche of questions—why had he felt so out of sync? Was he merely overthinking things? Yes, that had to be it. Just a figment of anxiety playing tricks on him. He turned over in their new cozy bed, leaning in to kiss Sam goodnight, but deep inside, the unease lingered like a shadow he couldn’t shake off, despite his best efforts to dismiss it.

Three Months Later:

Adam had a nagging suspicion that he might be pregnant, but he initially chalked it up to the flu that had been going around for weeks. However, after he found himself vomiting for the fifth time in a row, a realization struck him: this wasn’t just the flu—it was morning sickness. 

As he stepped out of the bathroom, a wave of emotions washed over him. He found his husband, Sam, comfortably sprawled on their bed, lost in the pages of a novel. “Dear?” Adam called softly, drawing Sam's attention. 

“Hm?” Sam replied, turning a page without looking up.

Taking a breath to steady his nerves, Adam said, “I think I’m pregnant.” 

“Oh, that’s nice, dear,” Sam responded nonchalantly, his eyes still glued to the book. 

For a brief moment, Adam stood there, waiting, a mix of hope and anxiety coursing through him as he watched Sam process the information. Then, as comprehension dawned on Sam, he flung the book across the room in excitement. “Pregnant?! Do you really think so? Adam!” 

Within seconds, Sam was off the bed, bounding toward Adam and enveloping him in a warm, jubilant hug. Laughter bubbled up from both of them, and Adam felt an overwhelming surge of happiness wash over him as he smiled, finally embracing the reality of their new journey together.

Sam was ecstatic about the pregnancy, his eyes gleaming with anticipation as he envisioned their future as a family. But soon after the announcement, Adam found himself haunted by a series of bizarre dreams that left him both puzzled and disconcerted. 

In one dream, he wandered through a lush, vibrant garden filled with flowers he had never seen before, their colors almost surreal. In another, he labored in a barren, desolate landscape, feeling an unbearable weight pressing down on him as if he were trapped in a world that was entirely foreign.

Among the shadows of his dreams, two faceless women appeared repeatedly, their presence unsettling yet familiar. It nagged at Adam, a deep-seated feeling that he should know them, yet their identities eluded him like wisps of smoke slipping through his fingers the moment he awoke. With every passing night, the intensity of these dreams escalated, distorting reality and blurring the lines between his waking life and the nightmares that consumed him.

Then, a new figure emerged—an ethereal being who radiated light so bright that Adam could hardly bear to look directly at them. This figure embodied warmth and kindness, reaching out to him with an understanding that felt profound and comforting. Yet, beneath the gentle exterior, Adam grappled with a sense of betrayal, as if this luminous presence held secrets that he was not meant to uncover. The conflicting emotions stirred within him; he felt drawn to this figure, even as a flicker of resentment simmered beneath the surface. 

As the dreams spiraled into chaos, Adam felt increasingly disoriented. They grew darker, and more vivid, each one amplifying his feelings of confusion and dread. He was at a loss, unsure of what these dreams meant or how to escape their grasp. The echoes of his subconscious left him restless, wrestling with fears that seemed insurmountable and questions he couldn't articulate. Each morning brought no relief, only a persistent weight that pressed upon his chest, a reminder that something deeper was at play.

Adam sensed something was deeply wrong. A new dream had haunted him—he found himself in a shadowy field, digging desperately in the earth, burying a child whose face felt achingly familiar, though he couldn't place it. He jolted awake, tears streaming down his cheeks, his heart racing. Sam was there, wrapping him in a comforting embrace. 

“The dreams are getting worse,” Adam confessed, his voice thick with emotion. “I don’t even know a Seth, and yet, for some reason, I was burying him in that dream!” His sobs shook his frame as Sam gently rubbed his back, offering a steady presence amidst the turmoil.

“I—” Adam tried to articulate the turmoil within him, but the flood of thoughts and emotions spilled out first. “I’m seeing too many things at once,” he continued, his voice breaking. “They all feel so familiar yet I couldn’t have possibly experienced them before! It’s like I’m trapped in someone else’s life, and I don’t know how to escape.” 

As he spoke, Sam held him tighter, sensing the chaotic storm of confusion and grief that enveloped Adam. The weight of his dreams pressed down on both of them, intertwining their fates in a mystery that begged to be unraveled.

"I... Adam? I need to speak with you." Adam sniffed, his heart racing as he looked up into Sam's eyes. A flicker of confusion crossed his mind—were Sam's eyes...red? No, it had to be a trick of the light, he reasoned. But just as he began to dismiss the thought, something even more unsettling happened. Sam told him he—wasn’t Sam? He was the Devil? Adam's heart leaped into his throat, fear and confusion mixing in a tumultuous storm. What was Sam playing at with this revelation?

"I didn't mean for it to go this long without telling you, but when I found you, I was so captivated. You were like a breath of fresh air, a reprieve from the oppressive darkness of Hell. I just couldn't stay away!" Sam's voice cracked, desperation painting his features as tears shimmered in his eyes. "You have to understand! I had to get more of you!" Adam's heart ached at the raw emotion, yet the weight of Sam's words pressed down on him like a heavy fog. He pulled away from the embrace, staring at him in disbelief. "Are you on drugs? The Devil? I’m pouring my heart out to you, and you’re playing this sick game?!"

Adam's mind raced as he tried to process the bizarre situation. He attempted to leave the bed, his instincts screaming at him to find safety, to seek refuge with his mother. But just as he made a move, a firm hand shot out and grasped his wrist, anchoring him in place. The grip was both tender and unyielding, sending shivers down Adam's spine, a mix of fear and a strange longing coursing through him. What on earth was happening?

"Adam, I'm not lying, look!" Adam gasped as Sam began to change. His already pale skin went white. His eyes bleeding into a more vivid red. Horns sprouted out of his blonde hair and wings...three on each side sprouted from his back. "I'm not Sam...my name is—"

"Lucifer." Adam didn't know why but that name had been burning in his brain for the longest time along with those dreams.

Adam sat numbly as he found out that he was actually married to the Devil. He had sex with the Devil. And he was now pregnant by the Devil.

"I—I....need some time to think. Please." Adam said as he quickly packed a small bag. Sam, no, Lucifer watched as Adam left the bedroom but not before saying, "I want you to respect what ever answer I give you." He tried to ignore Lucifer sobbing on their bed as he left the house for his mother's place.

Six Months later: 

It wasn't easy, but Adam came back. He came back to the Devil to make it work. God, what was his life becoming? He made Lucifer lay it all out. No more lies. He answered every question until Adam was satisfied. And then, he had to prove it to Adam. Trust wasn't just given back. It had to be earned.

He didn't try to think too hard on the fact that he was the reincarnation of the First Man Adam. "I mean...it makes sense that you're transgender, Adam." Lucifer said. "You were the First ever male. It's hard to go against what you were made for. Of course it would transcend your mortal body."

Nope. Moving on.

The dreams stopped being so frequent as Adam accepted who he was. Didn't mean he had to be dredging up old memories. The past was the past and Adam was going to leave it there. Of which Lucifer quietly accepted with admittance to having already accepted this division when Lucifer had decided to marry him.

His last bridging gape had been both tender confined, more to a ghost than wards himself, “It’s wasn’t so much that you were different. It’s more that are everything now that you were meant to be…” It quickened something inside himself he couldn’t explain, like a settling Adam never knew was out of place.

In the place of uncertainty something new slowly began to settle between them. Lucifer still had his ‘work’ that judged up a few added details that Adam was happy to shove back till later. Terms like ‘Queen, King’ being tossed around while Adam was only interested in his current settled life. Be it prince or another princess, Adam wanted only the same love and acceptance that himself had been privy too.

"This baby is going to be...normal, right?" Adam asked as he felt another kick from the baby. They were due any day now. Lucifer froze on the snack he was making for Adam. "Uh...maybe? Depends...would you still love them if they had goat hooves?"

Adam recalled his step-daughter Charlie’s unveiled form and snorted when he realized Lucifer wasn't kidding but immediately said, "Lucifer, they could be part snake and I'd love them. Do you know how much of a hypocrite I'd be of I didn't accept who they were?"

Three days later, Adam was holding his little clone baby with a playfully judgmental look. Beautiful big yellow eyes, a long tongue, and a long tail wrapped around themselves making Adam glance at Lucifer. "You know, when I said they could be part snake and I'd be fine with it, I'd didn't mean for you to take it as a challenge."

Lucifer laughed as Adam kissed their son's cheek. "Either way, he's perfect.”

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This posts from @lisandra-phillips helped the idea along. While the story was being written, @sir-tater-of-the-tot actually took the original prompt I made and drew it! Ahhh!! It’s so cute!! Please check all these talented people out. The rest of the art is sadly by me. Hope you all enjoy. In which, Lucifer was mainly there to fuck with him at the beginning but fall unexpectedly. link here:

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♡ Astro Love Observations ♡

~ Give me everything tonight~

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♦️♡♦️Juno aspecting the ascendant/Juno in the 1st house: Husband/Wife material, these people charm everyone when they met new people. People become attached so fast with this aspect and some people can see you as a wife/hubby material, also these natives are extremely loyal in relationships

♦️♡♦️Juno in the 7th house/Juno in Libra/Juno aspecting Venus, makes the native very charming and flirty, they are so curious when they start a relationship and want to know everything about the other person, they can develop feelings very fast aswell

♦️♡♦️Juno in the 11th house/Juno in Aquarius/Juno aspecting Uranus, gives the native a flow of energy that so many love, a lot of people like to have such people around because of their charisma and their authenticity, friends to lovers kind of love/relationship 💗

♦️♡♦️Juno in the 5th house/Juno in Leo/Juno aspecting the Sun makes the native to have a unique charisma and that can often attract people into them, their personality is so warm and welcoming, 🥹💗 the spouse can be obsessed with them at this point 👉🏼💗

♦️♡♦️The ascendant in the Juno persona chart can tell about a important thing in your relationship/something you and your specific person have special, for example Gemini Asc in the Juno Persona Chart can be communication with each other and expressing your feelings together 💗

♦️♡♦️Juno aspecting the asteroid of love Eros [433], your relationship with your specific person is gonna be so intense 🔥🔥, definitely something hot is going around 👀

♦️♡♦️Eros asteroid [433] - Mars aspects = 👀🔥👀, these natives are so sensual and so sexy 😍, they definitely like to do dirty things 😭

♦️♡♦️Asteroid Cupido [763] - Lilith aspects = Now, natives with these aspects love deep and hard they become attach very easily and can catch feelings so fast for a person in just seconds, they are radiating attractive energy so easy is 🤌🏼🤌🏼🤌🏼

♦️♡♦️Asteroid Cupido [763] in the 6th/10th/11th houses, with this asteroid in those houses makes the people around you to find you attractive and aswell at your job, colleagues can end up crushing over you and that can happen randomly sometimes

♦️♡♦️Venus - Neptune aspects can fall in love very easily and blindly sometimes, they really want to feel love and feel loved by their specific person, even with them being delulu sometimes, their love is still pure

♦️♡♦️ Having a Stellium in the 7th house (3 or more than 3 planets in that house) makes the native to want to be relationship very bad, esp if Venus is there, the native will seek for a partner and for love/bounding

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And you're here in my heart

And my heart will go on and on

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♦️♡♦️ Having a Libra Moon or Moon in the 7th house, makes the native to seek for romance from a young age, most of times these natives want to have a relationship and someone to love, and also if they are single they can be depressed because of this

♦️♡♦️Sun/Moon in the 8th house have this mystic aura that can make other attracted into them, they are full of secrets and shadows embraced by romance

♦️♡♦️Venus in fire signs makes the native to be flirty and to have this unique charisma that makes people to be into them and to be very interested about these natives, Alexa Demie (the girl who plays Maddie in Euphoria has a Sag Venus and she attracts a lot of people with her looks and her charisma)

♦️♡♦️Ascendant - Venus aspects: Your beauty makes other people to be very interested in you, 😍🤌🏼 you can have a certain thing about your style that other people might like, it can be the way you dress or something physical (applying for both harsh and positive aspects)

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It's been said and done

Every beautiful thought's been already sung

And I guess right now, here's another one

So your melody will play on and on, with the

best of 'em

You are beautiful, like a dream come alive

Incredible

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♦️♡♦️Ascendant - Pluto aspects: Your mysticism babe 😍🤌🏼, because of your misterious nature you can attract a lot of people, often people can talk about you and how misterious you are, that makes them crazy (apllying for both harsh and positive aspects)

♦️♡♦️ Ascendant - Neptune aspects: Your aura enchants many people's hearts, the way you look might be enchanting and dreamy, your eyes pay an important role in this, natives with these aspects have beautiful eyes 😍🤌🏼

♦️♡♦️ Earth Mars or Mars in Earth Degrees [2°, 6°, 10°, 18°, 22°] - the way you are giving "Boss" energy is immaculate, that makes people to find you very charming and attractive (The energy is not always dominant but rather submissive for those with Virgo and Virgo Degrees, that can also be attractive because a lot of people like the submissiveness/kinks)

♦️♡♦️Jupiter in Libra/In the 7th house or at Libra Degrees [7°,19° degrees ] , i don't have enough words these placements 😭💗 is just so romantic and so cute, your spouse is literally the most romantic person out there and that type of person who is like "For you i would do everything" this placement radiates ultra Romeo and Juliet vibes 🤌🏼💗🤌🏼

♦️♡♦️Jupiter in Sagittarius/9th house, or at Sag Degrees [9°,21°] These placements are so 🥹 cute to have, your spouse is that type of person like "I will always be by your side" is because you can learn from each other and to explore each other in such cute eyes, your spouse can be very optimistic and generous often known because of their golden heart 🥹💗🤌🏼

♦️♡♦️Jupiter in Virgo/6th house, or at Virgo Degrees [6°, 18°] These placements are so special, even with Jupiter being in detriment in Virgo the energy is still felt, your spouse is that type of person who likes to help others when they need to be very kind in general, your spouse is someone who works hard for their dreams someone very ambitious, the type of "We go through this together, okay Darling?" 😭🤌🏼💗💗💗💗 Even in Vedic chart to have this placement is screaming cuteness/you can both meet at work/job

♦️♡♦️Jupiter in Leo/Jupiter in the 5th house or at Leo Degrees [5°, 17°. 29°] these placements are giving and screaming royalty relationship, is that type of "You deserve to be treated like a queen because you are my queen" 😭💗 I swear this placement is so romantic, your spouse can seek for your attention so much and so often when they want your attention they become clingy and it so cute 😭🤌🏼 GOD this is so eidjfkeoekekmw cute

♦️♡♦️ Venus in the last houses of a chart [10th, 11th, 12th houses] Saturn, Uranus and Neptune have influence over these houses, most natives with Venus in these houses can often experience stages of Deja Vu when they met someone, even creating spiritual dreams about it

♦️♡♦️Venus - Uranus aspects can often attract different types of partners, your next partner can have something different than your ex and it goes on and on [if you identify as LGBTQ+ these placements can often attract people from the same gender]

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No one compares

You stand alone, to every record I own

Music to my heart that's what you are

A song that goes on and on

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♦️♡♦️ Having Prominent Pisces or Libra [in the big 3/big 6] in your chart makes you a hopeless romantic, you hope for finding true love and you wish for a long relationship beside the person you love the most in this world 🌎🥀

♦️♡♦️ Scorpio or Capricorn [in big 3/in big 6] in your chart makes someone very loyal and serious about their relationships and about their partners, they are here to jump from bed to bed but rather to make a serious long relationship with someone they truly love

Big 3: Sun, Moon and Rising/Ascendant

Big 6: Sun, Moon, Rising, Venus, Mars, Mercury

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Today i come with a very lovely post guys 😍, is about passion, love, romance, and sensuality. I really hope you like such content is so lovely to make it because I love to combine astrology and relationships especially this type of content 😍

I hope you have a good start of week 😍💗! Anndddd never forget to share your love so you will receive love aswell!💗💗💗💗

Harmoonix 💋

[weebsinstash]

What do you MEAN the early access episodes of hazbin hotel are pre-orders that were limited quality and are sold out now?? 😫 you can't dangle something in front of my face and then take it away and tell me I have to wait 😫

Even that Vox vs Alastor song I linked before is hard to find on YouTube! Spindlehorse (totally justifibly i mean) is being really aggressive taking down clips people are making and uploading and I'm getting CRUMBS of these episodes and my impatient ass can't take it

I know I've been, you know, thirsting for Valentino but, now that we've seen more of him.... VOX THOUGH! The charisma! The panache! The style! The BEEFING with Alastor!

It's kinda too old for me to go searching for the link (someone found it for me, mid pencil art alert lol) but now I'm thinking of that one idea I had in the past where Val and Vox meet you in a bar/club and start bonding and thinking you're actually pretty interesting and you eventually pepper in these "my boyfriend doesn't let me-" kind of statements, and they're both, jealous af, but, you know. Don't wanna rock the boat and chase you off! So they kinda just keep hearing all these details, "oh, my boyfriend doesn't like me going to these kinds of places, I have to lie to him" "oh, you know, hubby doesn't like me drinking, so I have to sneak around" "ugh, my baby never wants to have fun like this"

I just picture now it evolving into a plot where you're fucking sick of your old fashioned BORING boyfriend who won't let you break up with him, literally you tell him you're done with him and he keeps showing up saying you're together, won't let you out from under his thumb, and you finally sidle up to Vox, "listen dude, I'll be real with you: I think we can help each other out"

I just see Reader doing the most petty shit because you want this stag GONE and you're full of anger and spite. Alastor is walking down the sidewalk thinking you're like, at book club with the gals, and suddenly he walks by a TV on display and here's Vox, "- and here with us in the station today is a very special guest-" and THERE YOU ARE, getting interviewed about being the partner of the Radio Demon!

"So, toots, what's it like, shackin up with Alastor?"

"Oh, you mean what is YEARS of no sex, no TV, no video games, and no weed like? I'd kill myself but I kinda already did that!"

"What, you mean you don't like dating some limp dick old timey FUCK?"

"Not as much as I've liked hanging out with you ;)"

All the radios in town are blaring deafening ANGRY static for hours while you and Vox are getting high and eating cheeseburgers and playing Monster Hunter somewhere while Valentino thinks about "acquiring you" as a little ~companion~ for his man (and maybe himself) right here and now since you two are already so cute together ❤️ I mean, they were already gonna scoop you up anyways, so he might as well rush the process, right?

[thehusbandoden]

Hello Brain Damage! I hope you're doing okay. :) I had to actually stop every thing I was doing today cause I was so tired that I couldn't focus or work at all. That being said, (if you're not to busy, and I apologize if I'm overloading you with requests) I would really love to see how the MHA characters would react if the reader was just so tired they couldn't do anything, and I mean I was doing an online document and every few minutes I would stop to look for my paper (sadly there was no physical sheet). I literaly got 6 sentences down in an hour, it felt like I lost the ability to read. thankfully I'm much better after a nap! Have a lovely day, and take a break if you need one!! <3

A/n: you're too sweet. Don't overwork yourself and remember to get yourself some rest!! You're not overloading me at all, feel free to send as many requests as your heart desires! I hope this fits your taste, if not you can always send in another ask/comment and I'll fix whatever is needed! <33

Comforting Their Exhausted s/o

General info:

Genre: comfort/fluff \\ wc: 1,284 (in total) \\ characters: Hawks, Dabi, Bakuhoe

Hawks:

Oh, he will not stand for it. Nothing, and I mean nothing is allowed to torment his Babybird! Running like a madman, Hawks skids into your office, honey eyes squinting at your exhausted form.

"Babybird! This is unacceptable!" Hawks exclaimed, pouncing onto your lap.

"W-what is?!" You exclaim, holding onto Hawks larger form to stop the both of you from falling.

"You're exhausted my baby!"

"Oh.. I'm fine, baby. Really."

"But- your eyes have bags under them!"

"I'm fine, Bird brain. Now may I please get back to work?"

"No! No you may not!" Scooping you up in his arms, Hawks plops you onto your shared bed, laying ontop of you to stop you from squirming away from him.

"Let me go! I'm not afraid to-"

Shutting you up with a kiss, Hawks hums as he trails kisses from the top of your face down to your collarbone.

"You need rest, Darling." Hawks hums, pecking your lips twice before flipping you over, ending up with you laying on his chest.

"But-"

"No no no. Cuddle your hubby and then we can finish it together, mkay?"

Nodding fondly, you rest your head against Hawks chest, listening to his heartbeat with a wide smile on your face.

~~

(The next morning; 10:02 a.m.)

"Babybird~"

"My darling~"

"Light of my life~"

"Darling~"

You awoke to a soft, heavenly voice and a series of strange pressure trailing along your face. Blinking open your eyes, you smile as Hawks kisses your entire face, sweetly calling you by his many pet names.

As he realized you were awake, Hawks grinned down at you, honey eyes shining with adoration.

"There you are goregous." Hawks cooed, kissing your lips sweetly.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him down to lay on top of you, wrapping your legs across his winged back. "Hi handsome."

Smile widening, Hawks kissed you once more before nuzzling into you, sighing as you scratch the base of his wings.

"I made us breakfast.. but I'd like to stay like this for a little longer."

Giggling, you move one hand to play with his hair and the other to caress his back. "Okay, but only for a few minutes. I'm hungry."

Dabi:

You didn't even notice Dabi coming into the apartment, or even into your office. Your eyes were simply focussed on your screen, re-reading the same sentence for what seemed like the thousandth time.

You knew that you needed rest and that you weren't really getting any work done, but you needed to get this project done. Your boss was already breathing down your throat for submitting your last project late, and you couldn't afford being fired or having a pay decrease.

Since you and Dabi moved in together, you've both been working yourself to the bone, working almost 24-7 to try and provide for one another. Though it hurt his pride, Dabi just couldn't carry for the both of you due to his low income, and so you both heavily relied on your income, paying the bills plus most of the other expenseses with your semi lousy income.

Due to your growing exhaustion, you've been flailing, and your boss was nowhere near patient enough to deal with it; which simply put more stress on your shoulders.

Sighing, you rub your eyes; holding back tears yet again. You had to stay strong.

You loved Dabi. A lot, actually. You couldn't just give up and leave him to try and work himself dead just to make sure that you were comfortable and happy.

You had to be fine for him. He already sacrifices so much just to try and lessen your load by a little bit. "Just hold it in. He doesn't need to worry about me-"

You were interrupted by a pair of familiar lips being roughly pressed against your own, drowning your words out with ease. Once you got rid of your initial shock and started to kiss back, his lips were gone.

"What did you say?" Dabi growled, turquoise eyes piercing your e/c ones.

"I- I just didn't want to bother or worry you.." you sigh, eyes glued to Dabi's large hands that were currently holding onto your wrists.

"What are you talking about!? Y/n- you can't do that to me. If you're struggling, I need to be able to help you."

"But-"

"No buts. Put your shoes in mine."

Giggling, you brush the hair out of Dabi's face, looking up at him with your pretty doe eyes.

"Don't you mean 'put yourself in my shoes'?" You innocently ask, holding back your giggles as you study his face.

Opening his mouth, Dabi stopped before growling, moving himself to sit in your lap.

"Same thing. Now, what's bothering you?"

"It's nothing real-"

"If I have to ask again I won't be talking to you next time I'm struggling."

"Fine! Bully."

As you vented Dabi moved you into his lap, holding your form against his chest as he pet your hair, comforting you as best as he could. Though he didn't always know what to say when it came to comfort, he knew how to listen, and he knew how to silently show you he cared with gentle caresses and giving you your favorite seat; his lap.

After you were done venting he simply held you, quietly cooing words of comfort and affirmation into your ear, telling you how much he cared about you.

After holding you for a while you fell asleep, causing Dabi's cold and broken heart to soften, maybe even healing a little bit.

Tucking you against his chest, Dabi held you while you slept, caressing your arm, waist, and hip. Every few moments he would leave a gentle, loving kiss to your forehead. After a while of cuddling you, Dabi reluctantly slipped out of your hold, moving towards your computer.

Looking over what needed to be done, Dabi smirked. Nothing is going to stress his Babydoll out.

You woke up to your favorite breakfast in bed, a smiling Dabi, and a finished and turned in project. The rest of the day was filled with only one another.

Bakugou Katsuki:

"Oi. You need to get some sleep, idiot." Bakugo's loud voice rang from the kitchen, causing you to sigh.

"Baby, I need to get this project done, you know that!" You call, shutting your eyes for five seconds before trying to force yourself to read the words on the screen.

"No, sleep!"

"Sorry babe, I can't." You sigh, looking up at your fuming fiance.

"Yes, yes you can. You came over to have a sleep over, not to work." He grumbled, setting your plate of desert in front of you.

Smiling, you give him a kiss on his jaw as a thank you, eyeing your favorite home made treat appreciatively.

"Eat that, then get to sleep or I'm gonna take that laptop of yours away.

"Sweetie, you can't do that."

"Oh yes I can. I can do whatever I want, it's my place, and my girl's health!"

"Aww, are you saying you care about me~?"

"NO! I'm not. The- the light's annoying. That's all."

"Mhmm~"

Smirking at Bakugo, you move to sit down on the bed next to him, resting your head on his shoulder as you dig in.

"It's delicious, thank you baby." You whisper, pecking the pro hero's muscular shoulder.

"Yeah yeah, just finish eating."

Smiling fondly, you finish the dessert before wrapping your arms around Bakugo, pecking his lips. "Thank you, love."

"Yeah yeah." He murmured, wrapping his arms around you before bringing you to bed.

"Oh you little brat." You giggle, holding onto the man you loved with your entire being.

"Shhh sleep time. It's past our bedtime."

"Katsu-"

"Past. Bed. Time."

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Early Birds

C/w: Unhealthy behavior, probably OOC Kamisato Ayato, yandere Kamisato Ayato, Thoma & Kamisato Ayaka friendship, tsuntsun! fem! reader, couple hijinks A/n: So it suddenly occurred to me, as I was looking up how tall the Kamisato house is in-game for the first time, that I didn’t think there was a Kamisato house in game for some reason. Like I knew there was a house, but somehow I didn’t realize that there was actually precise model of it in game for some reason. So the west wing thing and all of that, uh... imagination *makes a rainbow*. Anyway, we continue from last time in which your hubby decides to showcase some more of his yan side, like a blooming bright red spider lily. :3 Masterlist

The life of a Holy Dog from their birth is well defined. They must serve their country and play the part they've been assigned.

The sunlight shines brightly through the curtains of your window.

There was not a single day in your childhood that wasn’t subjected to the relentless forge of discipline. Every skill you've learned— honed to perfection. From the delicate crafts of diplomacy to the brutal precision of combat, not a single weakness was spared. Born to stand among them, possessing strength, beauty, and loyalty— there was no other choice than to embody excellence in every thought, every breath, and every strike you made or will make. Anything less would've been, frankly, unacceptable.

Kokekokkooo!

The rooster is especially loud. It must be morning.

You lay on your futon, staring up at the wooden ceiling of your canopy bed, with a blank expression. Just as the morning sky is starless, your mind is going horrendously rampant with mindless things.

Ah, I need to get up now, but I don't want to eat breakfast with that guy. Not because my heart keeps pounding when I’m near him or anything like that. I don’t even like him like that. But I have to, because if I don't, he'll report me to the Elders. Not that I care that much but I think I need to care because my life and reputation is on the line. For the sake of the Holy Dogs. But then I've already skipped dinner last night so that’s already ruined. And I need to eat, but I absolutely do not want to have breakfast with that guy-

But above all of that, there is one thing for certain, and that is that you will absolutely not leave your bedchamber today. For anything.

“Lady Kamisato? Permission to come in?”

You slowly but surely sit up, letting the blanket fall from your chest to your lap. You pivot your head like a haunted doll towards the door of your bedchamber. “Come in,” you command.

A maid with neatly tucked blue hair underneath a maid's headdress comes in, holding a tray of morning tea.

Your Lady-in-Waiting.

Also known as your Sister-in-Law.

“L-lady Kamisato, are you alright?” she nearly shrieks, placing down the tray on a nearby table to kneel near you, hands shaky as they reach for you.

The shock of yesterday’s revelation and last night's lack of sleep must be showcased on your face, probably in the form of dreadful dark circles under your eyes and dry lips. You give her the weakest smile you can muster with your tired doll-face while your mind is blaring her actual identity front row and center. “I am. I simply… didn't get enough sleep last night, that's all. But thank you for worrying about me.”

“I… I see. But of course! That's what girl friends do!”

Your eyes go wide.

She catches herself and taps her fingers together bashfully. “My sincerest apologies. I know we're only Lady and Lady-in-Waiting, but even so, I… I do care about you. Like a girl friend would… My apologies, I’ve overstepped myself!”

I think another high-ranking wife wouldn't take these words from a Lady-in-Waiting kindly, even from a Sister-in-Law in disguise, you think blankly, as you adore her cute personality, despite her lies.

“You can call me (Y/n), if you'd like?” you offer.

She looks up, sparkles in her eyes. “Really?”

You nod. “And I shall call you Ayami. Is that okay?”

“Yes! W-well, shall I help you get ready for the day, (Y-Y/n)?” she asks giddily, gathering the tray. “Call it a feeling but I think today’s breakfast with Lord Kamisato will be quite special, since I hear he has something planned.”

“Oh.” You snap back to reality. “Unfortunately, I must refuse,” you say, turning your head towards the window. “I do not wish to attend breakfast this morning.”

“Ehh?” She almost drops the tray. “Are you certain you’re not feeling ill?”

“I…” You turn away, unable to face her disappointment. “I simply wish to have breakfast by myself today. There are matters in my mind that I must sort out before interacting with anyone. Even my husband.”

“I see… Then, I shall have your breakfast delivered here.”

“Thank you, Ayak- Ayami.”

“Yes, La- (Y/n).”

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The disguised young miss carries the tray out of your bedroom, feeling excited as she walks down various hallways. Just as the one and only esteemed housekeeper walks by, they stop, facing opposite directions.

“There is an issue,” Ayaka whispers, pinching her headdress downwards.

“With the Lady?” Thoma inquires.

“She does not wish to enjoy breakfast outside of her bedroom.”

“Did she say why?”

“She said she had things on her mind.”

“Did you try to convince her?”

“She looked ill. But I have a plan.”

“Ah. Shall I have him join her instead?”

“Good. Yes. And we shall send breakfast to her room as well.”

“Got it.”

“Mm.”

The two schemers part ways. One towards his lord and the other towards the kitchen to notify the cooks of changes.

-----🐈-----

Unlike most dogs, most cats are known for being quite finicky creatures. Buy them a whole exquisite furniture piece worth thousands of mora, and watch them run towards the plain old box that the item arrived in.

Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!

You pet a lone birb who decided to rest upon your windowsill.

You can't quite shake off the oddest feeling after your Sister-in-Law left. She sounded like she was planning something, with that glint you spotted in her eye and the way she worded things.

Whatever may be the case, after a moment or two you decided that the room was far too stuffy for your liking. Besides, if you are going to avoid your husband, you might as well see if you can sneak into the kitchen and grab yourself something to eat.

Dressed in comfortable outside attire, you balance a foot on the windowsill, hands gripping the sides of your window as you peer down to the ground.

The Kamisato house isn’t all that tall, averaging in height as with many other houses of high-ranking clans, however only an untrained fool would dare jump from the second floor.

Fortunately, you are neither a fool nor an untrained lady. And so, you jump.

Thud.

You land with your feet on the ground without kicking up any dirt or dust. Success! you think, as you pat down your body to make sure of your physical status.

Crack.

You flinch and immediately pivot your head away in the opposite direction of the person standing just a couple of meters from you. You can practically feel those scary purple eyes. Shit.

“Is there any good reason that a wife refuses to look at her husband?” your husband inquires sternly, with a hint of strained amusement.

You lick your lips, straightening your posture as you continue to look the other direction. “I can think of plenty,” your voice clips. “Not that she is obligated to say.”

“Hm. Do you not find it pitiful?” he asks, though his voice doesn’t seem somber at all. “A husband who isn’t able to see the face of his wife in the morning can only become a late sleeper. All duties delayed.”

You suck in and gently nibble on your inner cheeks. “Yet, such a husband is up and awake now before breakfast. Therefore, it seems unnecessary to burden him with pity.”

“I suppose so. A husband, who waits by his wife’s window, only to be greeted so coldly, is already much too pitiful.”

He came to see me? This early?

Ba-dump.

“Hmph. Well, since he has seen his wife now, surely he has other duties to get to?”

“That is true,” Ayato hums. “But you are mistaken. I have yet to gaze upon my dear wife’s face, for she is turned away from me.”

You sigh and turn back around begrudgingly, meeting the terrifying darkness in his eyes, coupled with an unmatching fake smile. You replace your fearful expression with your own doll-face. “T-there.” You wince from your stutter. “You have seen it. N-now, we shall part ways. You, to your duties. And I, to mine.”

He closes his eyes, as if calculating something, and then opens back up, cleared of all darkness. Sparking like clear water. “Hm, I suppose we shall.”

You hesitantly nod and then begin walking away, only to hear soft footsteps behind you, matching yours. You look behind you.

Ayato smiles at you, innocently, at the same amount of distance as earlier.

… It couldn’t be, right? You return forward and continue for a few more steps, then you turn back.

Ayato is still innocently smiling, still at the same amount of distance behind as earlier.

Ah. “You should be attending to your duties, am I wrong?” you ask.

“That, I am.”

A small gust of winds blows past.

“And what exactly are you doing right now?”

“I am keeping my wife company, as any husband’s duty is,” he answers matter-of-factly.

What kind of crap is he talking about? Is he going to follow me all day then??? “That’s the first I’m hearing of such a thing.”

He shrugs. “For any other household, perhaps it isn’t. As for the Kamisatos, it is.”

“Ah. I see.”

You return facing forward, take a few deep breaths in preparation, and then immediately break into a run.

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In the future, many members of the staff and a few citizens will be able to recount the day Lord Kamisato was caught chasing after his fleeing wife around the Kamisato Estate. For what reason, they may never know. But they will say that it was quite entertaining, seeing the oddly ecstatic face of the normally recluse Ayato behind the frightened and horrified expression of a normally doll-like (Y/n).

Step step step step step step step.

“Why are you running?” Ayato asks as if taking a gentle stroll, close on your tail.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?” you screech, out of breath as you continue to run as fast as you can.

Over bridges in the garden, from room to room, weaving through staff— and now even across the roofs— you somehow cannot shake him off. How does a man become so persistent???

Nearly exhausted, one of your feet accidentally slips on a loose slate of the roof, leading you to topple over.

“(Y/n)!” he calls out with panic.

Of course, while this is a little higher than earlier, you know you’ll manage to land on your feet someway or another, and you do— flipping onto a lower roof and then another and then finally landing on the ground with proper form.

You then jump through an open window of a room, enter another room, zoom across the hallway, and then finally find yourself in the kitchen, where you collapse behind some sake-filled wooden barrels in the storage room.

Ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump…

Your beating heart pumps blood past your ears as you inhale and exhale deeply, silently and steadily. You rest your back against one of the barrels, letting the cool air of the kitchen dissipate your sweat.

Finally… got away… stupid Ayato…

You close your eyes and opt for a much needed nap, hoping no one finds you here for a while as you restore your energy.

-----🐈-----

“I… Did you see that…?”

“I… I did…”

The esteemed housekeeper and Shirasagi Himegimi, in her usual attire, stand out in the open, dumbfounded, mouth slightly agape.

Ayato hops down the roof, missing his wife as she slipped into the darkness by mere seconds. His face inhuman with anguish, until he spots the two individuals and replaces it with his typical fake smile in a split second.

“Did you, by any chance, see my (Y/n)?” he asks, calmly.

Thoma opens his mouth to answer, only to be elbowed in the gut by the younger Kamisato. “You mean Lady Kamisato? Unfortunately, we just got here. Although, it would be wonderful if I got to finally meet my Sister-in-Law,” Ayaka beams, giggling despite a dark aura forming behind her.

Crack.

Ayato tilts his head. “We both already know-”

“That she is not ready to meet me? Or anyone else at all. Yes, I am perfectly aware, Brother.”

Crackle.

Thoma recovers with hand on his stomach and blinks, wondering if the sight of lightning really shot through the two Kamisatos.

The weather is quite pleasantly sunny and clear in this colder season, and yet the atmosphere between the two siblings seem as turbulent as the hurricane season.

“Well, if you do,” Ayato says, “Do notify me. Right away.”

“If I do,” Ayaka replies, saluting her brother as he walks away to continue in his search.

…..

Ayaka looks towards Thoma with bloodshot eyes, grabbing his shirt. “I thought you said he liked her? The relationship between them is worse than I thought. What are we going to do? He looks like he wants to kill her!? There is no doubt I love my brother, but what is the meaning of this!? Huh? HUH?”

“C-calm down, Lady Ayaka,” Thoma assures her. “That's what I meant by his… obsession. But trust that he means no harm… I think…”

Ayaka lets go and finds serenity within her being. She closes her eyes, inhales, and exhales. She opens her eyes with newfound determination, placing her hands together. “It seems that we need to take more drastic measures,” she starts off. “We'll have to send them away from the estate.”

Thoma's eyes pop out in shock. “Lady Ayaka!? But New Years is coming soon and all the work that needs to be done-”

She holds a finger up. “Then we’ll send them shortly afterwards. Perhaps to an onsen?”

“Hot springs?”

“Yes! I read in books that couples sent to an onsen end up becoming closer after their trip. Perhaps that is what they need! And besides, those two have been stuck inside this place for much too long. They haven't had any alone time at all!”

“I… I guess so?”

Ayaka makes a fist with one hand and places the other over her chest, eyes sparkling. “If my memory serves, Brother and (Y/n) didn’t have a long courtship. That must be why they must be so awkward with each other. I’m sure that’s why she decided not to join Brother this morning for breakfast.”

“Is that… so?”

“I’m sure of it!”

Thoma plays with the back of his hair, his eyes looking towards the ground. “But…”

Ayaka looks at Thoma, curious. “What?”

Thoma shakes his head, determination filling his eyes. “Nothing.” He holds out a hand. “Let's prepare for that plan of yours.”

“Yes!” Ayaka grabs his hand in the continuation of their partnership.

-----🐈-----

The moment you open your eyes, you close them.

“Hm… I once heard of the story of a sleeping beauty… does my wife wish for a similar awakening?”

“Touch me and I’ll kill you,” you groggily mumble.

Crack.

Shit. I slipped up.

“Hm. Well, I finally found you,” Ayato says. You can hear him crouching down in front of you. “Shouldn’t I get a reward?”

You take a deep breath, allowing your eyes to crack open a bit. “What time is it?”

“It’s already night time.”

You click your tongue. “So I missed all of our meals for today?”

“You haven’t missed dinner yet.”

“I see…” you send him a glare, forgoing your doll persona entirely. “As for your question earlier, unfortunately, there are no rewards for chasing your wife to exhaustion.”

He softly laughs. “Need I remind her that it was she who started the chase?”

“Need I remind him that he didn’t need to follow her at all?” you shoot back with a frown.

He reaches out towards one of your ears and allows a piece of loose hair to drape over a curved finger. “Oh… but I am obligated to, as per our marriage vows.”

You lift an eyebrow, debating whether or not you should move your head from his hand. “Will you, in peaceful times, during sickness, love this person, respect this person, comfort this person, help this person, until death, do you promise to fulfill?” you recite from memory. “Huh. I don’t recall anything about chasing them to death.”

“But you are not dead.”

You open your eyes lazily and sarcastically respond, “I’m not?”

Crack.

“Besides,” he says, returning your hair. “I need comforting.”

…..

“From me?”

“Yes.”

All of the cogs in your head does it best to turn, but no matter what, his words seem to have crammed it all up. “Whatever for?” you ask, exasperated.

“Do I need a reason?” he mutters in a low tone.

You scoff, adjusting your sitting position and letting your head hang. “You seem to be quite comfortable already. What more can I give you?”

Crack.

He drops the fake smile. “(Y/n), be honest. Do you… hate me?”

Upon hearing this strangely direct question, you immediately sit up straight, wide-eyed. “No?”

Crack.

“Then… why do you run from me?” he asks, expression so downcast you can almost see a puppy whimpering in the middle of a downpour.

You almost want to rub your eyes. Instead, you purse your lips.

How exactly did you feel about your husband, one might wonder? To think such a question would come directly from your husband in this dark, candlelit storage room, surrounded by wooden barrels full of sake. Other than your own heartbeat and the echo of empty air, there is nothing else to fill your ears.

“I don’t know,” you honestly answer.

Crack.

I honestly don’t know, man! Stop scaring me with that weird cracking sound! Where is it even coming from???

He looks away, contemplatively, then meets your eyes, then looks away again. “You had a question earlier, of what I wanted from you?”

[“Why are you running?” Ayato asks as if taking a gentle stroll, close on your tail.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?” you screech, out of breath as you continue to run as fast as you can.]

“Ah… that was…” you struggle to come up with words. “You were scaring me, so I…”

He cuts you off. “I want…”

Ba-dump.

“... to have dinner with you.”

…..

You blink. “Oh. That’s… That’s it?”

He nods, bashfully.

You keep yourself from scoffing at his strange antics. One moment he seems to want to kill you and the other he seems like the most naive man you’ve ever met. What a weirdo.

Haughtily, you poke him in the forehead. “Why don’t you ask me properly then?”

He brightens up, smiling at you genuinely while holding out a hand. “Would you like to have dinner with me?”

As if answering his question in earnest, your stomach growls, shooting heat straight into your cheeks. “S-sure. About time! ” you answer begrudgingly, taking his hand.

He chuckles lightheartedly.

-----

The surprise that was meant to accompany breakfast ended up being used for dinner.

All of your favorite dishes, all perfectly cooked, are displayed like jewels in a jewelry box across the dining table. Your favorite flowers decorate the room, hanging from garlands strung across the ceiling. The wicks of candles with your favorite scents are burning softly.

So this was what I could've enjoyed this morning… you think, as you munch on your food elegantly. Then again, I wasn't ready to see him yet…

“I believe it is about time we should discuss an important matter about our marriage.”

You look up from a bowl of marinated cucumbers on the dining table like a deer caught in headlights, the tip of chopsticks frozen in your closed mouth. “Hm?”

Ayato waits for you to take the chopsticks out of your mouth. “Our marriage,” he continues, eyes and tone eerily steady. “The matter of… marital obligations.”

Have I not been doing my duty? “I see.” You put down your chopsticks and bowl of rice neatly on the table. “What about marital obligations would you like to discuss, Husband?”

Crack.

It seems with food in your stomach, you are quite bold. And you have yet again donned your doll-face.

“It is regarding the separation of our bedchambers, (Y/n),” Ayato explains, a glint in his eye.

Your mask falters for a mere second, as an odd feeling comes about. “What about it is prompting a discussion?”

“As wife and husband,” Ayato interlaces his fingers. “I think it is about time we shared a bedchamber.”

…..

You blink, swearing all of the burning embers faltered for a moment. “Pardon?”

“Did I stutter, (Y/n)?”

“No, you did not.”

“Then you heard me?”

“I did.”

“Then?” he asks, darkness building up in his eyes.

You blink. Several times in order to not run away from this room. “I am… not refusing… nor am I entirely in agreement,” you carefully respond.

He looks away, regretfully. “Ah, my apologies. I do not wish to force this upon you as I see fit. I only wish to improve our marriage.”

You mentally release a sigh of relief. “It is the same for me. I intend to follow the wishes of my husband, should it benefit our marriage.” You then lift your cup of sake, inviting him for cheers.

He smiles brightly, lifting his own cup. “I see. Then we shall henceforth share a bedchamber. To our marriage,” he says, clinking yours before downing the shot of sake.

“T-to our marriage!” you cheer after choking down your own cup.

What have I done!?

[crazyk-imagine]

Gym Love

Pairing: Frankie "Catfish" Morales x Fem!reader

Characters: Fem!reader, Sister, William "Ironhead" Miller, Benny Miller, Santiago "Pope" Garcia, Frankie "Catfish" Morales

Warnings: Fluff, I wanted my baby frankie to get some love, this was fun, I miss the tf boys, we love single dad frankie, reader loves a man who can take care of a baby, reader hasn't been in a good relationship for a while, people just want to find love alright, will being a girl dad is my fav, will and frankie's girls are besties

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Set two years after Will and your "sister" get together, been married for five months before she got pregnant

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You lean your head closer to her, babbling at her as if she understands you.

Your niece, Anamarie, giggles at your nonsensical words nonetheless.

Your sister walks into the living room, where you two are having play time. “You’re gonna have your hands full tonight.”

You hum and turn towards her, “what do you mean?”

“Will’s buddy needed a babysitter while we head to the party for Benny’s surprise engagement.”

You owlishly blink at her, wondering what the hell she’s talking about and then it clicks. “Right, right. No, yes I do remember. It’s in my calendar. I just- it slipped past me for a second.”

She glances at you worriedly. “Are you sure you’ll be okay? I can tell Will-”

You shake your head, “I got this. These kids will not defeat me.”

“If you’re sure.”

You smile and nod, “I got this.”

Will walks through the door. “Hey baby,” he pecks your sister’s cheek. “I brought your second guest.”

You narrow your eyes at him, “funny. You didn’t tell me your hubby was a comedian.”

Your sister rolls her eyes, crossing her arms. “Where’s her dad?” You ask, as he sets down the car seat.

“Benny needed his help decorating, says he has a better eye for the colors or something. I don’t know. I was barely listening.”

“Such a kind brother you are,” you tease.

He throws a playful glare at you. “Best big brother award going to me this year, right?”

You giggle and adjust your squirmy niece to face her dad. “I don’t think your daddy knows we don’t have those awards… otherwise I would have won them a long time ago.”

Your sister lets out a fake laugh, “har har. Will, we have to go otherwise we’ll be late and Benny will be pi-” She turns to her baby girl. “P-i-s-s-e-d off.”

You lean down, ��and that spells-”

Steam nearly shoots out of her ears at your joke. She knows you're joking, she does... but this also her first baby. “Will I can’t-”

He pulls her away from you. “We promised Ben we would. It’s going to be good. We’ll be back before she’s put to bed.”

You turn away from the two, the small ache in your heart returning when you think back to when your last boyfriend looked at you like that, so softly.

They leave after talking and you find yourself alone with the two girls.

“How would you two like an afternoon snack?”

-

You put your hands on your hips, staring at the two messy, babbling babies. “I regret everything I said earlier. You two little bugs have defeated me and… my outfit.”

A knock on the door panics you, you realize you can’t stress about it too much about how you look, if whoever at the door judges you, you’ll give them a sassy attitude.

You open the door and find a handsome man standing there.

You owlishly blink before realizing you must look like a creep. “Hi- I’m sorry, who are you?”

He struggles to answer you at first and then a baby cry alarms you.

You bolt back into the kitchen where the girls are, finding baby Isabel crying.

You coo and hold your hands out in front of her to let her choose if she wants to be picked up.

She makes grabby hands for you and you hold her close.

“Wow.”

You spin back, eyes wide at the sight of him.

“She hasn’t cried to be in someone else’s arms since her mother passed.”

Your jaw drops, “you’re Frankie? Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I should- I didn’t realize you were Will’s friend.”

He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “No, no I didn’t properly introduce myself at the door. I would have been alarmed too.”

You let out a relieved chuckle. “Well you’re being too kind now.”

A small sniffle breaks you out of your staring contest, finding his little girl ready to fall asleep on you.

“I’m sorry, she gets real emotional before nap time. Isa, baby?” He calls for her, slowly pulling her from your arms.

You softly smile at the sight before you before a small hand smacking your hand pulls you out of your head.

Anamarie tilts her head, making you wonder if she knows the look she’s giving you is the same look your sister gave you whenever you hid your boyfriends from her while you two were growing up.

You pick her up. “Let’s go clean them up before they take their naps. Snack time turned into a battle zone if you couldn’t tell.”

He chuckles through his nose quietly behind you as you two aim to find their extra clothes.

-

Once you finish button Anamarie’s outfit you lift her into your arms. “So, you two gonna stay for nap time or was this a pick up?”

“I’d hate to pull the girls apart while they’re having fun.”

He knows he’s going to be in for a reap of shit from the guys seeing as he wanted to go home early because of how tired he is… but he can’t help but not want to leave when things have just gotten interesting.

-

You don’t know when you fell asleep but waking up to a good morning text from an unknown number, a blanket over you, and your sister’s smirking is not what you anticipated.

-

You two decide to go out on a date after talking for four months and it’s been an interesting time to say the least.

Especially the surprise visits at work. You never thought being a smoothie girl at your nearby gym was something to look forward to doing but you aren't upset in the least.

Benny always loves acting as if he's your brother, pestering you about his buddy and trying to pull you in headlocks, that you're far too old for.

Will, the best brother in law you could ask for, always pulling Benny away when necessary. But he also gives you the best advice you could ask for, the smoothie counter being the best place for your talks.

Having your brother in law know the owner of the gym definitely has it's perks because you get one extra break if you need to escape for a minute or if you need some comforting after a bad break up.

Thankfully the latter hasn't happened since the Miller's entered yours and your sister's life.

Then Santiago, another nuisciance. You don't know how your best friend can be around him long enough to date him but, who are you to judge. You're just happy he stopped hounding you to get to her.

And then your lover boy, Frankie. He's always so polite when waiting for you to finish with other customers but his smile is the one thing you can't help but look forward to, other than Isa's, of course.

-

Speaking of adorable babies, something you noted since you started dating is that, he never brings her on any of your dates but you always check up on them whenever you get the chance, whether you see him at work or not.

-

A year into your relationship is when things got interesting to say the least.

Baby Isabel called you mama while you and Frankie were cooking dinner one night.

You stare at her shocked and then to Frankie, who is equally, if not more shocked than you. “I’m so-”

“Frank, Frank, baby.” You shush. “Stop, don’t apologize. I,” the corners of your lips twitch out of nervousness. “I’m not upset but I’m scared.”

He furrows his brows, “why are you scared?”

“I- Frank, I’m not trying to, you know, replace her mother but I- I’m,” you sigh.

“I know, mi vida. I know you’re not and I appreciate it but I don’t want you to feel forced into this when you didn’t ask for it.” 

You smile and peck his lips. "I would love it if she called me mama, as long as you're okay with it, of course."

"Guess she's calling you mama," he responds with a soft smile.

-

You're so happy you agreed to watch over the girls that night, otherwise who knows how your life would be now.

[notjustjavierpena]

I love checking in on hubby and his family. Is everything going well? Are they doing baby number 4 soon?

Nails (Drabble)

Series Masterpost | Main Masterpost | Support a disabled creator

A/N: Just a tiny thing for you, anon. Mwah!

Summary: Father-and-son bonding time brings a surprise. 

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader (no y/n)

Tags: Allusion to smut, domestic bliss, Lucas is the best boy, wholesome masculinity, javi being a good father makes you horny

Word count: 1k

Nails

The door opens and closes in the entrance hallway as you walk around with Sebastian on your arm in the kitchen, bouncing him gently as he fusses quietly. You turn to look at the clock, realizing that it has been three hours since you sent Lucas and Javier out the door with a mission to get Lucas a new pair of football boots while simultaneously letting them have some father-and-son bonding time. 

Lucas had voiced his disappointment about the lack of time spent alone with his dad when you had tucked him in last week, and thinking back on it, you had quickly realized that it had indeed been too long since Lucas had done something together with his father. So you had made plans to take Sebastian and dropped Inés off at her abuelo’s for the weekend. Tonight, you will cook your son’s favorite food (homemade burgers), watch a movie together as a family (perhaps one that you have said no to him watching in the past), and then he will be allowed to play his video games till much later than usual (even if he’ll continue playing his games underneath his blanket until he passes out).

“In here,” you call out to them, making Sebastian cry briefly until you kiss the top of his head repeatedly. His fingers curl around your hair, and you try not to swear as he tugs. You scold him in a teasing, gentle voice, “That hurts, Mister Grumpypants. Your mamá needs hair on her head, you know.”

When they enter the kitchen, you are untangling your baby’s tiny hand from your hair and making him grab at your blouse instead. You look up with a grin, “Hey you.”

Javier walks up to kiss you before kissing Sebastian’s head too, “Hola, bebito. Y mi amor. (Hello, little baby. And my love)”

“Did you have fun?” You ask, resting Sebastian on your arm to hold out your other hand for Lucas. However, your son hesitates to move across the kitchen floor and it makes you raise a brow. What exactly has happened on their trip?

Javier walks back to Lucas, crouching down to rest his own forehead against his son’s. They share a look, and Javier whispers something you can’t hear. 

“Está bien, mijo (It's okay, my son),” he says softly afterward, turns his body towards you, “Lucas has something he wants to show you.”

“What is it, sweetie?” You shift Sebastian a little more until he sits on your hip. You hold out your hand a little more insistently and finally, Lucas gives in and walks up to you. He places his hand in yours. 

“Lucas wanted to get his nails done,” Javier says after a moment of silence. You look down to see that Lucas’ nails are bright pink and shiny with topcoat nail polish. Your son’s demeanor is flustered. 

“Lucas! These are beautiful,” you say without hesitation, “Look at them! All the boys at soccer practice will be jealous.”

Lucas lights up at the compliment, seemingly not having expected instant support from his mother. You can safely say that you mean every word.

Javier continues, “So we had Lucas’ nails done before the boots. The woman at the shoe shop had a lot to say but I told her to mind her fucking business.”

“Javi!” You exclaim at the swearing. 

“Dad, it was okay,” Lucas reassures, clearly shocked too. He lets go of you to scold his father, “Mom says we can’t say that word.”

“Mom says a lot of things,” he adds with a smirk, “What if I told you that I’ll allow you to say it once tonight?”

“Really?” Lucas looks back at you for confirmation 

“Absolutely not,” you reply with a roll of your eyes at your husband who only grins, “Daddy speaks in tongues. He is in trouble for saying that word.”

“Am I?” Javier suggests something with a glint in his eyes, something that goes over Lucas’ head. He ruffles Lucas’ hair, and the boy immediately tries flattering it again. 

“Did anything else happen?” You ask, letting Sebastian grab at your finger when he starts searching for your hair again. You think he might be hungry soon.

“Well, after that bullsh—“ Javier stops himself as you give him a look, “—nonsense, we went back to the salon and I got my nails done too.”

You spot that Javier has gotten his nails painted red. It suits his skin tone extremely well. Lucas beams beside him and they hold out their hands together. 

“Maybe I’ll forgive you for swearing,” you say, nodding towards their painted nails, “They just look so good.”

“Are you mad at me for getting pink?” Lucas asks suddenly. 

Without a shred of hesitation, you shake your head, “Are you kidding? Pink is one of my favorite colors, baby. It looks perfect on you.”

“Thank you,” he replies shyly. 

“I told you it was the right choice, kiddo, they look fantastic. No one can deny it,” Javier says and places a hand on his boy’s shoulder. Lucas leans into his father’s touch but then jumps as he remembers something.

“Mom! I need to show you my new shoes!” He nearly shouts, excitement bubbling up in his voice. He runs off to get the bag, “They’re blue!”

You don’t manage to answer before he is gone from the room. It makes you seize the opportunity to speak freely with your husband, “Javier F. Peña.”

“Yes, Mrs. Peña?” Javier hums with his mischievous smile. 

“If you don’t put baby number four in me tonight,” you begin, closing the distance between you, “I might go fucking insane.”

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[justwritingscenarios]

Welcome back, hope you're doing well!! I would like to request scenario 13 with Law!

Tysm and hope you have a nice day/night <3

Hi! I'm so happy to write about my hubby after such a long time. Sorry about the delay ! I hope it was what you wanted to read ! - Lara

Scenario 4 : having to share a bed and accidentally end up cuddling

Law x GN!Reader // Words : 1.7K // No warnings (no beta reader).

Ever since you joined the Strawhats, it was the first time the crew divided. Sure, everyone was separated for two years, but it was forced by Kuma initially. Here Luffy was taking half the crew with him to Whole Cake Island to bring back Sanji from Big Mom’s hold. You wished you could have gone with them, but you had followed Zoro – as he was the second in charge – on Trafalgar's "ship".

You wouldn’t say you disliked the idea. The Polar Tang was impressive, and you had been curious to visit it. However, what you preferred the most about the underwater trip to Wano was to see more of Trafalgar Law.

Since you met him on Punk Hazard, where he asked Luffy to be his ally, your eyes were attracted by him whenever he was around. To your great despair Robin and Nami had noticed. And to your great relief none of them messed with you. Except maybe that time Robin entrusted Law’s safety to you when she had to fight against Gladius in Dressrosa. But she didn’t let you alone with him, Cavendish was there as well, even if you were the one patching up Law. The man was riddled with bullets and had an arm cut off from his fight with Doflamingo, you couldn’t do much but stopped the haemorrhage. You were so aware of Law’s state of health that you didn’t complain once about your own injuries. Even when Leo and later Manshelly had helped him getting better, you didn’t leave his side. He didn’t grumble about it though. And you knew he acknowledged your presence from the beginning of your shared adventures.

Law worked with Chopper and you back in Punk Hazard’s lab. You even had talks and played cards on the Sunny on your way to Dressrosa. After that you helped him change his bandages when you were sailing to Zou under Bartolomeo’s flag. You went along together.

You had many times the opportunities to look at Law closely. Yet you never found him as attractive as you did the moment you got to see him moving around his submarine, surrounded by his crewmates. Around his friends, he smiles. Not smirk, smile. You swore his shoulders loosen, and his eyes hold a certain tenderness as he listens to their stories. Once you saw him snort before quickly hid under the visor of his furry hat. You often thought about it, to the extent of being lost in your mind.

“(Name), we-“ You were in the empty dining hall, sketching a duck on a napkin when Bepo’s voice surprised you.

“I didn’t hear you entering, Bepo.”

“… I’m sorry.” His whole body loosened. You patted his hand.

“Hey, don’t be sorry. I was lost in my thoughts, that’s why I didn’t hear you.” You offered him a bright smile and were happy to constate his fluffy ears went up again. “What did you want to tell me?”

“Oh yes! Captain said we’re going to emerge soon. He said that since you’re not used to stay in locked up places like us, you would appreciate to take a breath of fresh air before we reached Wano. That way, we’ll cool down the air in the sub too.”

“Thank you for telling me! Are the others aware of it?”

“Almost everyone knows. But we are still looking for Zoro.”

“Wasn’t he supposed to always be accompanied?”

“Yes, he was with the captain. Law talked to Hakugan for a minute and when he turned around Zoro had disappeared.”

“Rookie mistakes. Rule number 1: never let Zoro leave your sight.” The both of you laughed. “I’ll help you find him.”

A few minutes later, when Zoro was eventually found by Franky and Penguin in the engine room, the Polar Tang was emerged, and the main door was opened. Everybody came out to take a breath of fresh air. It was pleasant, especially for Bepo and not-Heart-crewmates. Law was right; you weren’t used to stay inside for so long, you were spending your whole days on the deck of the Sunny. You liked his initiative even more as at that time the sun was slowly getting low, the sky and the clouds getting warm colours. Most of you stayed outside talking and having a drink.

*

It’s been two hours since you surfaced. Most of the crewmates had come back inside and the sun had left its place to the moon. You hadn’t seen Law since getting out and the last time you saw Bepo, the polar bear was holding a blanket and a small tray to another place behind the main platform. You followed the way he took to the highest outside platform of the submarine.

There, were Law and Bepo. The big polar bear was laying on the floor, asleep. Law was leaning on the bear’s tummy. You guessed his legs to be crossed under the blanket. On the tray, the drink and the plate were empty, but a candle was still lightening Law’s reading. He either saw or heard you because he looked up.

“Hey.” You whispered.

“You can talk normally. Bepo has a deep sleep. You need something?”

“No I just- I noticed Bepo coming here earlier and wondered why he wasn’t coming back. Now I know.” The both of you looked at Bepo for a moment before you kept going. “I also wanted to thank you.”

“What for?”

“For emerging. I know we are quite in a hurry to reach Wano and not that we couldn’t have waited a few more days to see the surface but… It feels good to be out for a few hours. I never appreciated the cold air of the night that much before.” You took a deep breath and looked around.

“Actually, we aren’t in a hurry. The sub moves faster than a ship and Luffy won’t be there before us so…” You nodded to his words; he was right. Your eyes fell on the book he had put opened on his knees, opened about the midway. That’s when you realised…

“Oh I’m sorry, I disturbed your reading-” “It’s ok.” “If you went there it was to be at peace after all-“ “I don’t mind.” “Do you want me to bring back the tray-“ “(Name)-ya.” “It doesn’t bother me to do it-“ “(Name)-ya!”

You eventually kept quiet when he called your name a bit louder to stop your stammering. For a second, you thought he was annoyed but neither his tone nor his look was. The small smile on his face only showed amusement.

“It’s true that I came here to read peacefully but I don’t mind your presence, ok? You can stay. I can even read to you if you want.” He showed you the book. It wasn’t a medical book like you first thought. You kneeled before him to read the title.

“Moby Dick. Or The Whale. I never thought you’d be interested in those kinds of stories.”

“Not my usual reading but I’ve wanted to for a long time. You read it?”

“I was supposed to read it for school when I was… 9? I lost the book and got reprimanded by my teacher. Found it in my cat’s litter later. Don’t ask me how it end up there. Just know that she refused to lend me books after that.” Law snorted the way you saw him do with his crewmates. It made you quivered a bit. Which he saw and misinterpreted it.

“Come here. You’ll get cold if you stay like this.” As he talked, he stretched out his legs and lifted the blanket so you could come under next to him. You were still hesitated that your body was already moving to come next to him under the fabric. “You can lean on Bepo, it won’t bother him.” You did slowly as he told you, unaware of his soft gaze on you.

“Can you sum up the beginning?”

“I can also read from the beginning.”

“What? No! You’ve come so far. I just want to hear you read.”

“Oh really? If that’s so. Can I at least start again from the beginning of the chapter?” Law turned his head in your direction, his teasing eyes looking for you. You had to look up a bit as he was still taller than you were even in that situation. You played his game and squinted your eyes. Of course, you didn’t mind… all you wanted was to listen to his voice.

“Ok as it’s you.”

“Well, thanks.” He turned back to his book and started reading. “Slowly wading through the meadows of brit, the Pequod still held on her way north-eastward towards the island of Java…”

You weren’t sure when but at some point, in the story, Law’s voice became a distant lullaby in your ears. He didn’t see it right away. He just checked on you while turning a page, like he did already numerous times before, except your eyes were closed this time. He set down the book on the side, his eyes never leaving your sleeping face half sunk in the white fur, just inches away from his.

*

When Law woke up, it was still early. The very first sunrays were started to lighten the sky even if the star wasn’t showing yet. The temperature was low, but he didn’t feel cold. The cover and Bepo’s body warmth greatly helped but you did to. You had moved enough that your head was resting on his upper chest, one of your hands grabbing his sweat with the blanket.

After watching you for a few minutes, wandering what he should do, he let his fingers touched your visible cheek and then your hand, not so far. It was warm, meaning that you weren’t cold either and could stay outside longer. Because the truth was, he didn’t want to move. He felt good. He wasn’t used to it, but he was comfortable. With your head on his chest, your hand on his side, with just you.

Law wasn’t sure how he will deal with you when you’ll wake up, what your reaction would be… for the moment, he just wanted to stay like this.

[chosowarmer]

Nanami Kento x Husband!Reader [18+]

transgender!man nanami ; male reader ; sex tape ; breeding ; semi-public masturbation ; edging ; short nipple play ; creampie ; begging ; squirting ; 2.9k wc

Work has put Nanami's sex life on pause, too stressed to spend time intimately with his loving husband. Though after going through his photos and finding a rather sexy video of the both of you, he realizes just how long he's been putting off sex and just how badly his body needs his husband('s cock.)

A/N: aa hehehe recently finished jjk s2 and wanted to write something about my wonderful hubby.... nananmi.... 🫶

He had been occupied with work the last few days, being forced to work overtime more often than usual.

And the stress from that has seeped into you and his personal life; too tired to have sex with you, he settles to just hold you in bed as tightly as possible. You don’t push him, you know he’s exhausted even if he hasn’t told you the specifics of it. You’ve been peppering him with all the love he’d take from you from gentle kisses to the occasional spooning together on the couch. 

He runs a hand through his hair, sighing. He appreciates how caring and loving you’ve been with him, going at his pace until he felt like he was ready again. 

Ding!

A text from you? He took a look at his phone; “On this day 3 months ago…📸” 

Oh… Just a notification from his photos app. Why not?  He thinks to himself as he swipes into the app. 

He almost chokes on his own air as he quickly swipes back out of the app, ears pink. Thankfully he had his phone on mute so it’s not like any audio was heard, but still… It was just him in his office, surely it would be alright if he watched just a small bit. 

Turning the volume on to the minimum, he moved closer to his phone to hear as he swiped back to his photos app. 

“Kento..!. Haah… Ohh f-fuck Kento..♡!”

“Hold still. I can’t fuck myself if you keep moving like that.”

He remembers this video. You usually liked to record you and Nanami’s moments together, but your phone was dead and you had begged Nanami to record the two of you with his own. Begrudgingly he agreed after you agreed to let him fuck himself on your cock as many times as he’d like, riding until he was too tired to keep going. 

He bites his bottom lip, fingers twitching. He should close out of this, and put his phone away. He had paperwork to do and this was no time to be watching something as erotic as this. But another moan out of you empties his mind right there. You weren’t even here yet he was already becoming horny from your sweet noises alone.

With the phone propped up on a shelf, Nanami could watch the both of you together in bed. With his back to the camera, and you under him, Nanami had taken your cock in fully.

“Kentoooo…♡! Oh FUCK ♡! Kento, please.. Let me… I just need to… f…”

He watched you squirm under him, trying not to move as he slowly rocked his hips. Right, he was punishing you. Even though you had agreed to let him use your cock, you didn’t realize just how slow he’d go about it. 

Nanami rubbed his thighs together as he watched you grope his ass in the video; God, how much he loved it when you felt him up, even when he was punishing you.

“Nghh… haah… I already said… hold still…”

Though his hips did quicken, rocking up and down just a bit, but clearly not enough for either of you. 

“Baby, please… Use me… ‘S what I’m here for..”

Even though his face wasn’t visible in the camera, he remembers exactly what those words did to him. The way his pussy squeezed around your fat cock, how he couldn’t help but bite his plump lip to muffle his moans. 

You whined as Nanami raised his hips, almost pulling himself off your dick completely before slamming back down, the motion catching you off guard as your delicious moans filled the room. 

God, just the sounds of you not holding back as you babbled and whined in pleasure, listening to his self fuck himself over and over again, the sound of skin against skin… A strong heat was building deep within Nanami as he panted, losing his grip on his phone as he just let sit on his desk.

“Mm.. Haah…♡! So close, baby…”

Though Nanami in the video continued to pump your cock with his pussy, not even acknowledging how close you were. Even after you came with a scream, gripping the sheets as you lifted your hips and pumped ropes of cum into the sorcerer, he kept up the delirious pace, still fucking himself like crazy. 

“F-fuck! Kento…! Kento!”

Even when he felt himself close to his own orgasm he kept it up, still pumping your cock after squirting all over your dick, a moan leaving his lips though not hindering his movements. When you realized that he really did plan on keeping his promise to fuck himself until he was tired, a deep groan left you. 

Nanami mewled as he rubbed his thighs, feeling just how wet he had become. He couldn’t hold himself back anymore, unbuckling his belt as he stuffed his hand down his boxers. Feeling how absolutely soaked he was already, he rubs his needy clit, the intense feeling making him whimper like a bitch. 

“Haah…♡”

“Kento, baby… AH!.. oh fuck me ♡!… Y-you’re s’ill going…?”

It was barely visible in the camera with Nanami’s body blocking the view, but that was alright, the audio was enough. Nanami cupped your face, as he leaned closer to you, speaking plainly as if the two of you were discussing the weather and not getting the life fucked out of you,  

“We’re not finished until I’m pregnant or until I get tired. Whichever comes first.”

Nanami moaned lewdly as he moved to stuff two digits into his sopping cunt, he could care less about volume now; working himself from desperation alone, he fingered his greedy pussy at a quick pace. Fuck, but it didn’t matter, his fingers weren’t enough for his hungry cunt. His lidded eyes watched his self bounce on your cock with precision, milking every bit of cum out of you. No, his fingers weren’t going to get him off; he needed…

Ring! Ring!

“Ack..!”

It’s rare for something so innocuous to startle someone like him, but it’s also rare he finds himself so lost in his erotic thoughts anywhere that isn’t home. He pulls his hand away from his still needy cunt, slick still dripping from his fingers. Quick to compose himself, he dries his hand with a handkerchief as he picks up his phone to read the notification. 

A missed call from you. How fitting.

He buckles his pants, clicking his tongue in annoyance as he spots the wet patch on his crotch. That was going to be difficult to hide.

He looked again at the notification, deciding between calling you back or sending you a text. Ultimately, he decided to text you back, not trusting himself to hear your voice without acting instinctively. 

You called? 

Did you need something, sweetheart?

No not really haha sorry

I just wanted to check in on you

Sorry if I bothered you or something lol

You never bother me.

I was just thinking about you actually.

Oh, really?? 

Yes. 

I can’t wait to see you when I’m done here.

I can’t wait to seee you two <333

*too 

Stay safe

I love you :) <3

I love you two ♡

Booo

Nanami smirked as he closed the messaging app, before checking the time. 

4:52 p.m.

At least he was almost done here, then he could see you and let you breed him just the way he needed in just the way only you could. He squeezed his thighs together again, noting how wet he still was even if his mind had cleared up. 

It was going to be a long shift, but he'd endure it. For you.

.♡.

Hearing a knock at the front door, you were shocked to see your husband standing there. He never knocked for you to answer, usually always walking in himself as he had a set of keys himself. You felt your heart skip a bit in fear as you noticed his heavy breathing, his chest rising up and down with long pants as he stumbled towards you, quick to fall into your arms. 

“Kento? Baby, are you okay?” Your words were said with faint panic; you understood how dangerous his job was and compared to his usual composed nature, his behavior was setting off alarms in your head. 

“F… mm…” He mumbled something into your shoulder, one of his hands coming up to hold your waist. He didn’t sound hurt, that was a relief. You gently tug his head off your shoulder, your hand on his chin as you study his face. He didn’t look hurt either, but his behavior was still so out of character for him. 

“Angel, what exactly are you trying to say? Did something happen at work?” Your eyebrows stitch together in concern as Nanami stares down at you with a dazed look in his eyes. Was he blushing? His grip on your waist tightens, panting as he pulls you back to him to feel your touch. The hairs on your neck rise as you hear him almost whine in your ear.

“Pleeease… sweetheart… I need you to fuck me…♡”

He’s pulling your hand to grab his ass as he begs into your shoulder for so many lewd things from you. You weren’t expecting this from him, considering how off-put he was from sex the last few days. 

But you’d be lying if you said you were complaining. 

“Fuck...! Baby, come here… What's got you so worked up for ‘ll of a sudden?”

You grope his ass, just the way he likes as you pull him closer to you, closing the door behind him. You rub his crotch, raising your eyebrow at the wet patch already there. 

“Hehe, don’t tell me…” You grin up at him, his face flushed as strands of hair stray from his usually kempt haircut. The sight alone made your cock twitch. “You fuck yourself at work, is that it? So desperate, you came all over yourself when you’re supposed to be working…?”

Nanami whines again, pushing his body up against you as his thigh twitches from your touches. He nods into your shoulder, “I… hah ♡… didn’t come… Just fingered myself…” 

Fuck. Just imagining Nanami fingering himself at work, bent over his desk and muffling his moans as he desperately tries to get himself off. You feel your dick harden at the thought. You slide a knee between his legs, eliciting a sultry moan out of him. 

“What happened, angel? You didn’t have time to finish? You get caught?” You rub your knee against his wet crotch, getting another moan out of him. 

“No, I…” He pulls his face away from your shoulder to look at you, his lidded eyes communicating just how out of his mind he was, “Mm… My fingers weren’t enough… I couldn’t reach… I needed something else…”

You smile, cupping his face as you begin to bounce your knee and drive him crazy as he holds your waist to stabilize himself, “And what was it you needed, baby? You think you can remember what that was for me?”

From the last few days of no sex to the erotic video to edging himself back at work to this here, you bouncing your knee against his crotch as you squeeze his ass, teasing him like crazy. Fuck, it was too much for the sorcerer, it’s like something snaps in his brain as he grips both your arms pulling you close to his face with a dangerously dazed look. 

“Love… I need you to fuck me. I need you to breed me over and over and over. And even after that. I need your cum in me, in my cunt, now.”

He’s breathing heavily as he drifts right by your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine, “I need you to get me pregnant. Today.”

Fuck.

Your cock was throbbing now, aching against the fabric of your pants as your husband told you exactly what he needed from you right now. He couldn’t actually get pregnant, but damn did the idea turn him into one horny bitch. You bit your lip as you felt a wetness on your knee, fuck, he wasn’t joking. He really needed this. 

In one swift move, you picked him up bridal style as you grinned down at him. 

“I’m gonna fuck you real good, okay?”

.♡. 

Lying him on the bed, you couldn’t decide if you wanted to be gentle with him or rough. It seemed like earlier’s teasings really did break his mind a bit as he desperately tried to untie his tie, too horny to really get it right.

You smile, crawling over to him as you calm his movements, kissing him while you untie his tie for him before tossing it aside. 

“God, just look at you. So desperate for my dick, you can’t even get your clothes off on your own.”

Nanami moans as he pulls you in for another kiss, letting his hand trail down to your hip. Taking a moment to breathe, you break the kiss as you unbutton his shirt, tracing your hand down his chest to his happy trail until you reach the hem of his pants. 

“Sweetheart, please…” God, he’s panting so hard. The way he stares down at you, chest rising and lowering, begging you to bring him relief; you felt like the luckiest man alive.

You help him out of his pants, tugging your own off as well before peppering his neck and chest with kisses. You knew he just wanted you to come and fill him already, but you couldn’t help yourself, he was so handsome. 

Nanami sucks in a breath as he feels you take one of his nipples into your mouth, letting your hot breath settle around it before giving the sensitive bud a lick. He throws his head back, squeezing his legs tightly. 

“Y-y/n..! I…♡!”

You palm his crotch through his boxers, rubbing your thumb over his clothed clit, still sucking hard on his nipple. If only you could describe the pretty noises that leave Nanami as you work him over. It’s so little yet so much and it’s pushing him closer. He grips your waist again.

“Nngh… I…I’m…Fuck, y/n.. Ah ❤︎!”

You watch your husband’s eyes roll back as he squirts, staining his boxers even further as pleasured cries leave his mouth. You trace over his sensitive bud, still rubbing at his clit as you draw out weary whines.

“Just look at you… you’re stunning… C’mere, baby… ♡”

Taking his and your boxers off, the both of you groan in lust as you sit him on your lap; the feeling of his dripping cunt against your aching dick is enough to send you over the edge, but you manage to hold out. You nudge Nanami, already hazy from his first release.

“Haah…♡ nghh, please…  please, sweetheart…♡!!’

Using that slick of his as lube, you slowly inch your cock inside of him. His pussy squeezed around you as you entered, god his cunt was always so greedy. The pleasure was overwhelming for Nanami as he wrapped his arms around you, moaning and crying into your shoulder as you slowly moved into him. 

“HAAH…❤︎ THERE..♡♡ There! Do that again, sweetheart, please ♡!”

He was grinding into you now, finally feeling so full as your cock fucked him right, brushing against that sensitive spot inside him. As you brushed against it again and again, he cried as he came, muttering “thank you”’s and “please”’s into your ear as you fucked right through his orgasm. His walls tighten around your cock as if he wants more as the slick from his other orgasms drip down your cock and onto your leg. 

“K-kento…!” Your cock throbs inside him as he squeezes around, it’s too much, a heat pooling within you. You thrust into him, hard, as you cum inside. Nanami tightens again, like he’s trying to milk every last drop out of you, crying in pleasure as he feels so much, and fuck it’s a lot, cum pool into him. 

But it’s not enough.

He bucks his hips, squeezing around you again as you begin to thrust into him again, albeit way more sloppily. He could care less how you fuck him, as long as it’s you fucking him, he’ll love it. He turns to kiss you, his face flushed like crazy from the overstimulation. He smiles lovingly, despite how deep you were bullying his cunt.

“I love you, sweetheart… ♡ Thank you, thank you… Mm.. AH! ❤︎”

You slam hard into him; it catches him off guard, as he bites his lip before squirting onto your dick once again, even more of his juices dripping onto your leg and onto to the bed. A playful grin rests on your face as you kiss him back, “I love you, too ~♡”

Feeling his drippy cunt convulse around your dick as he mumbles dazed words, god you love seeing him like that, all fucked out of his mind; it pushes you over the edge once again, as you cum inside him. Pleasured whines cry in your ear as he takes in every last drop, trying to pump as much out of you as he can get from you.

You sit there panting, as you relax your body a bit. That had drained quite a lot from you and you needed a minute as you closed your eyes. 

And then opened them to see Nanami staring down at you, a hazy and desperate look on his face as he squeezes your spent cock again.

“Again… please, sweetheart..♡”

He was going to be the death of you. 

Though, of course, you oblige ♡ .