#just wants to design buildings and kiss his wife

[oatmilktrait]

Henry’s new office was…different than what he had grown accustomed to. He had been in Chicago, New York City, even London, to help design new structures in their sprawling cities and was shocked to find that he would now be confined to a small office with barely enough room to turn around in. As he pressed the door open, another figure in the room made him jump.

“Ah, Mr. Manesfield, I presume?” Henry gathered himself and nodded. Based on the expensive suit and timepiece around his large waist, Henry concluded this was his new boss.

“In the flesh.” He smiled and stuck out his hand. The man shook it briefly.

“You come highly recommended, Mr. Manesfield.”

“I’m sure they were highly exaggerated accounts, sir. I am, at my core, a man of the arts. I find inspiration drives my greatest designs.”

“Well then. Let’s hope for your sake you find this office quite inspiring.” And, without even mentioning his name, the man hobbled out of the small office.

“I guess I’ll get started, then.” Henry muttered to himself.

[chaoticloving]

the making of stomper

harry styles x reader masterlist

summery: harry has his wife make the feature of his new music video

a/n: reader is described as an engineer and the "flashbacks" are italicized

“Satellite was inspired by my love of Wall-e.” Harry explained. “I love the little guy, looking around in search for his point of life—so human, really.”

~

“I need your skills.” Harry ambiguously stated, rushing into the bedroom and meeting Y/n who was relaxing on the bed on her laptop.

"Come again?" Y/n laughed, confused by her husbands question and vaguely raunchy implications.

Harry climbs on the bed, sitting between his wife's legs on his sock-clad feet, yes, the pair with holes in them. "I have an idea and I need your help building it."

Harry gave a sweet smile, the face he poses whenever he wants Y/n to build something for him, first it was a new camera, fixing up a new engine for an old car harry had his eyes on, and any other little thing Harry wanted. Y/n never minded of course, she enjoys creating new things and Harry was always there to help by any means he could. She enjoyed working on other things besides work--which at her level typically involved designing, no actual building.

"Intriguing , what is it?"

"Wall-e."

"Wall-e?"

"Wall-e."

"Huh." Y/n thought for a moment, before switching tabs on her laptop and opening up a new design file, labeling it "wall-e". "What's your vision."

"It's to go with Satellite and it would feature a little robot roomba thing thats looking for the meaning of life. It would walk or roll and move it's little face around." Harry summarized, stopping before he rambles too long, and make a list too extravagant.

“I’m down, I just need some time to think about what I’ll need and the process.” Y/n decided.

~

“Stomper was actually the 6th Stomper.” Harry thought back. “The first couldn’t move its head and only go very slowly on it’s little wheels. Two through four short-circuited. Five got injured by our cat. But six—he was a trooper.”

~

“Alright, we rolling?” Y/n spoke over to Harry, doing some final looks on the remote and Stomper.

“Yup! Ready for testing!” This was always Harry’s favorite part, despite it not being Y/n’s because she was always very thorough and was always waiting for a flaw with her creation. Harry, ever the optimist, was excited to see the little creature come to life.

“Okay, lemme just turn him on.” It was definitely a he this one, something in Y/n was just telling her it was a boy—as boyish a robot could be. But maybe she just thought the robot would act like Harry and all of his boyish charm.

Stomper grew to life, it’s “eyes” producing a subtle glow.

“Alright and moving forward—“ He moved, a little quicker then the others before him, which Y/n surprised and confused about. “Turning around…” The little robot did just that.

“It works?!” Harry shouted, letting the camera out of focus. He ran up to Y/n and hugged her tight, kissing her wherever his mouth could reach.

“Harry we got to give it more time, he might explode or something-“

“It’s perfect.” Harry chided, ignoring any concern his wife had for the little robot.

~

“I think Stomper was a subliminal message of some sort—“ Harry told the camera. He held on tight to the small child in this lap, who was trying to grab his ear and hair. “Y/n didn’t know she was pregnant yet. Only about a week after the music video went up Y/n had this epiphany that she didn’t have her period for the past two months—and the rest was history.”

Harry looked down at the little boy in his arms, brown hair showing through and a nose like his daddy’s. His eyes and lips through, were a copy and paste from his Mama.

“I joked that we should name him stomper--Y/n did not like that joke at all—so we settled on something else that will forever remain a mystery for you lot, or until I end up rambling uncontrollably.”

Harry, ever the scared Papa Bear, wouldn’t let anyone get a picture of any sort of the small boy. During the video, the boy was wearing a hat covering his face while Harry’s large hand would cover from the neck up. The only way you could know that Harry’s son was there was from the little grabby hands that kept making an appearance.

“But it’s getting close to this bubs nap time, so thank you for all the love.” Harry turned the camera off, smiling as he know the fans would love the one year special treat.

Harry went upstairs and met with his lovely wife taking a nap in their shared bed. His little boy yawned, causing Harry to yawn, so he knew it was family nap time.

“How’d it go?” Y/n whispered.

“Good.” Harry said, moving around so he could big spoon his son and wife. “Bubs was the star.”

“He takes after you.”

Harry smiled at the comment, but knew the opposite to be true. His little baby was showing signs of intelligence that could only be traced to his wife. “With any luck he’ll turn out just like his mama.”

[navybrat817]

In His Hands

Pairing: Woodworker!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky's new project is his favorite one yet for a very special reason. Word Count: Over 2k Warnings: Fluff, implied sexual content, pregnancy, slight feels (it's me), minor flashback, canon divergent, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). Graphics talent and thanks: Banner by @sgt-seabass. Divider by @firefly-graphics Bucky edit by Nix. Moodboard by yours truly. A/N: My first Connect 4 (C4007 - Square 2) / Into an Alternate Juneiverse for @buckybarnesevents! Set in Into the Woods AU and time jump from Valentine's Day Tradition, but can be read as a standalone.❤️ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby, but any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

The buzz of the table saw echoed in the barn as Bucky carefully cut through the maple board, inspecting it to make sure it was even. He put a lot of thought and care into each project and design he created. Everything from cost to maintenance to longevity. His current project was especially close to his heart.

My favorite one yet.

After the fight, coming to grips with his trauma, everything, the city felt different. Bucky longed to have a simpler life. He unexpectedly found a bit of peace in the form of woodwork. Using his hands to build things, and not damage them, kept him busy and happy. But the thing that brought everything full circle was you.

His wife.

"Doll, I still can't believe you said yes."

"Who would say no to you, Jamie?"

He glanced at a photo of the two of you on the wall, still in disbelief that he got to wake up beside you every morning. He found it more and more difficult to get out of bed when he wanted to stay tangled up with you, but the bills wouldn't pay themselves and he had to work to get a paycheck. Lucky for him, his "office" was in the nearby barn. The yard was a decent size, too.

"Great place for a family one day, isn't it?"

"Just about perfect, doll."

Like Steve, he hadn't expected to love living a quiet life outside of the city, but he did. You made a beautiful home together and it wasn't that far of a drive if he wanted to visit. He wondered some days if he was living in a dream because things seemed too good to be true.

If so, he never wanted to wake up.

"Need you to be perfect," he said to himself as he cut another board.

He checked the design again, his eyes narrowed as he thought about how long it would take to finish. You gave him your seal of approval when he showed his idea and reminded him not to put too much pressure on himself. He had plenty of time to make it and other projects came first.

But he hadn't had a task as important as this one.

He removed his safety glasses when the sun shone through the window, giving the place a soothing glow and him a moment to pause and reflect. He made love to you that morning. There was no pain in his left shoulder. Steve planned to stop by this evening. It was just about a perfect day.

How is this my life?

"You know, I think that is going to be your best work yet."

Bucky turned his attention to where you stood in the doorway. He couldn't keep the smile off his face when he noticed you had one of his shirts on. You looked good in his clothes, always had. And seeing you enter a room still took his breath away. He didn't think he could love you more, but he did each day.

If I ever stop breathing from the sight of you, at least your face will be the last thing I see.

His gaze went to your stomach before he closed the distance between the two of you and placed his large hand on it. He hadn't built a crib, but he did his research to be sure he'd make the best and safest one possible. It would be something to hopefully pass on to future generations. Another tradition.

But first and foremost, it would belong to the baby.

Our baby.

"I'm just getting started, but I think you're right," Bucky said, sinking to his knees and kissing your belly. "Only the best for our little jellybean."

Most days he couldn't keep his hands off of you, but it got worse once he found out you were pregnant with his child. You were glowing, more than usual, and he was a moth drawn to the flame. Thankfully you didn't mind and let him indulge.

Your need matched his own.

He'd never forget the joy he felt when you told him you were pregnant. You often brought him snacks or lunch while he worked, but that day you brought him a small gift box, too. It wasn't his birthday or a special occasion, so he had no idea what it could possibly be. Inside were two positive pregnancy tests. He almost dropped them, too stunned to speak. His heart almost burst through his chest when he saw the happy tears in your eyes.

"We're having a baby, Bucky. You're going to be a dad!"

It took a minute to sink in. You were having his baby. He was going to be a dad. You were giving him a family. A life he had only dreamt of.

'I still have to see a doctor, but-"

His mouth came down on yours before you could finish what you had to say, his massive hands framing your face so he could deepen the kiss. He poured his love, passion, soul, everything into it. He took you right there on one of his empty work tables, his left hand on your stomach the entire time.

"I love you, doll. Love you both so much."

He brought you back to the house and made love to you all over again, taking his time to worship you. He didn't get any work done the rest of the day. It was worth it.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, concern filling his eyes when you yawned.

He always checked on you during his breaks to make sure you felt okay, even when you insisted that he didn't need to. Days like this when you visited the barn first, he still had to ask. Any discomfort or pains, he wanted to know and help however he could.

"Just fine," you assured him, tucking a few strands of hair that came loose from his ponytail behind his ear. Just like he couldn't stop touching you, you always found an excuse to run your fingers through his long, brown locks since he grew it back out. "A bit tired, but fine."

"You're not wearing your mama out, are you?" he asked your belly. He pressed his ear against it and felt a slight kick, as if he got an answer. "Good because she needs rest. She has enough to deal with taking care of me."

"We take care of each other," you said.

Bucky wanted to believe that. You had a good set-up in the city before the two of you decided to move and he worried you'd regret going with him. You reminded him that you were still going to work from home and it was a choice you made together.

Partners. Equals. Soulmates.

"Yes, we do," he said fondly, focusing on your stomach again. "But can you believe she had the nerve to ask if we should buy you a crib? Like she forgot I could make you one. Don't hold it against her, jellybean. Hormones and baby brain."

"Bucky!" you scolded before you laughed.

He chuckled as he kissed your stomach a second time. "I'm kidding. Kind of. I did have to drive all over town the other day to find the potato chips she wanted."

Bucky would drive to the ends of the earth to satisfy any craving you had.

"Hey. Our baby is the one asking for them and it was the only flavor that would provide any satisfaction," you defended yourself. "And I balanced it out with fruit, so everyone wins."

"Yes we do and I'm glad. I need you both nice and healthy," he said as he stood up.

"We're both fine. You know that," you smiled.

He hadn't missed a single appointment, wanting to be there every step of the way. Listening to his baby's heartbeat was like hearing his favorite song again for the first time. He actually waved at the screen when you had your sonogram. And he swore the baby waved back.

Bucky also bought a few books on babies and parenthood. While he knew some life lessons couldn't be learned from a book, he wanted to be prepared. You supported him in that and baby proofing the house in advance.

Your only request was that you didn't want to know what you were having, which he agreed to.

It would be a beautiful surprise for both of you.

"Need you both safe, too," he added.

"We are safe," you said, glancing around. "Our home is safe. You don't need to worry."

Bucky tried not to. Your home was secure and he kept a clean and safe shop in the barn, but he didn't want to take a risk by having you too close to any of the tools or get irritated by the dust. The only table he let you touch was the empty one where he made love to you. Maybe that was why it was still empty.

"I guess you're right," he said, brushing his lips against your forehead. "You know if we have a girl, I'm never letting her out of my sight."

"Oh, I know," you giggled, putting your hand on his wide chest. Feeling the wedding band through his shirt was one of his favorite things. "And if we have a boy, you'll teach him to be a gentleman. Though I imagine he'll probably be just like you."

"Hey, I am a gentleman, ma'am," he smiled.

"Mmm. You keep telling yourself that," you teased.

Bucky hoped they took after you. Kind, but fierce. Loving and fair. Whether he had a daddy's girl or a mini version of himself, he just wanted to have a special place in their heart.

"And you really don't mind that I'm making the crib, do you?"

"Of course, I don't," you said, frowning. He immediately kissed your lips to make it disappear. "Why?"

"Just making sure," he said, rubbing your belly. The source of comfort from such a small gesture amazed him. "I think I just feel better knowing our baby is truly in my hands."

It was silly, but Bucky thought if he made the crib that it would be like he was holding your child as he or she slept. That no matter what, they would be safe and cared for. Surrounded by familiarity and warmth.

Your baby deserved that and more.

"I think that's a beautiful thing," you assured him, placing a hand over his. "You work so hard for us and I know our baby will one day appreciate that you built them something with your heart and hands."

His hands, like the rest of him, were massive and strong. A man his size was meant to destroy, which he did in battle and worse. He also proved that he was meant to create. His size never intimidated you. In fact, you once said that one of many things that made him special was how deceptively gentle he could be.

That the only ruin he would bring you with his touch would make you whole again.

In my hands, you'll always be loved.

"I'll always work hard for my family," he promised.

He hadn't told you yet, but he planned to build a rocking chair for the nursery, too. He wanted it to be a surprise. He could already picture the two of you sitting in it with a soft blanket to keep you warm.

The image made his heart swell.

"And if I have my way, we'll have one more. Jellybean could use a companion."

"Now you sound just like Steve. Both of you wanting to keep your best girls knocked up," you smiled, sliding your hands up his muscular arms to his shoulders. "You think you'll convince me?"

"I don't think. I know," he smirked, kissing you before you could argue.

As excited as Bucky was for the next part in your journey together, he was also afraid. He knew he'd be a good father, but not a perfect one. He'd make mistakes and stumble along the way. He wouldn't always have the answer. What he did know was that he was going to give his child unconditional love and care.

Starting with the crib built with his heart and hands.

Bucky is going to be an amazing dad, right? And how about Steve? Love and thanks for reading! 💙

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[55sturn]

please can u do dad/husband chris hcs??

i love ur writing 🫶🏾🫶🏾

omg i love this !!!

✮HUSBAND + DAD!CHRIS WHO…/ HEADCANONS

husband!chris headcanons

HUSBAND!CHRIS who is using every chance he can to tell people that you’re his wife, there is absolutely no hiding the marriage.

HUSBAND!CHRIS who proposes the idea of getting eloped about a month and a half after proposing because he genuinely can’t wait to be married to you.

after first you feel bad because you want your friends and family to be part of the big day but then you say fuck it, and the two of you are running to city hall as soon as it opens the next day.

after the elopement, you don’t really tell anyone aside from close family and then you guys take your honeymoon, i feel like chris would fly you to somewhere like greece or paris or london because it’s romantic and he wants you to have that movie-esque honeymoon.

HUSBAND!CHRIS who fucks you on every surface in your hotel room during the honeymoon.

HUSBAND!CHRIS who decides to help you throw a big informal wedding type-party with all your friends x family and announce the elopement publicly for the first time.

HUSBAND!CHRIS who treats the entire marriage as if it’s the newlywed stage, like he’s the type of husband who still flirts with you and pursued you as if he literally didn’t lock it down with a ring. he never wants you to feel like he doesn’t want or love you.

HUSBAND!CHRIS who decides that once you guys are married, that he wants to move into a house with you and begin the new chapter and try for a family.

HUSBAND!CHRIS who, once again, constantly tries to consummate the marriage everywhere in the new house. matt and nick refuse to visit until you and chris have hired a cleaning service to “disinfect” the house.

HUSBAND!CHRIS who is a very big believer of the saying “happy wife, happy life.” which means he’s giving and getting you everything you want without hesitation and refuses to let you decline anything.

dad!chris headcanons!

DAD!CHRIS who is a boy dad without question, but that’s not to say he wouldn’t adore his future daughter, that little girl would have him wrapped around her finger.

DAD!CHRIS who brings up the idea of trying for a family after about a month of living together and you’re relieved because you had found out you were pregnant two weeks prior, you just weren’t ready to say anything yet.

DAD!CHRIS who, the second you tell him you’re pregnant, is on his knees pressing kisses to your stomach before he’s resting his head against it with his arms tightly wrapped around you and he’s nearly sobbing, he’s just excited and unbelievably happy that his dreams of having his own little family are coming true.

DAD!CHRIS who is with you at every appointment and cries again when you find out you’re having a baby boy.

DAD!CHRIS who is getting the baby his first pair of jordans without question.

DAD!CHRIS who lets you design the nursery entirely on your own and how you want, because he feels a bit bad that he took wedding planning away from you when you guys got eloped.

DAD!CHRIS who decides that he and matt will build the dresser, changing table, crib, rocking chair, everything while you’re out with mary-lou, nick, and your mom buying baby clothes.

when you see that all the furniture is put together, the pregnancy hormones kick in and you’re sobbing in his arms, thanking him for it and he’s shushing you and telling you that you don’t need to thank him for doing the bare minimum.

DAD!CHRIS who had the to-go bags packed the day after you told him you were pregnant, he had everything you need and want in yours, and completely overpacked the baby’s to-go bag because he couldn’t sleep the night you told him.

DAD!CHRIS who, the moment you go into labour, has the car ready to go and is calling nick and matt as soon as you’ve been checked into the hospital.

DAD!CHRIS who, while you’re waiting until you’re fully dilated, is getting you ice, wiping your forehead, holding your hand, he’s very doting while you’re sitting there waiting to give birth because he feels bad that you’re in pain because he did that to you.

DAD!CHRIS who has tears streaming down his face the second he hears his baby’s first cries. once you and the baby are cleaned up and decently rested, he’s running out to the waiting room and collapses in his brothers’ arms saying “we’ve got a healthy baby boy.”

DAD!CHRIS who refuses to wear a shirt when holding his son, because he’s a full believer in skin to skin contact being an important bonding factor.

DAD!CHRIS who is so incredibly helpful, he refuses to be one of those dads that doesn’t get up when the baby cries and he’s doing a lot of the midnight feedings if you’re not breastfeeding.

if you are breastfeeding, he’s doing everything he can to make you comfortable and he’s always going to grab your son from the bassinet at the foot of your bed.

DAD!CHRIS who feels so heartbroken when the baby is teething because he knows his son is uncomfortable and in pain and there’s not much to be done about it.

DAD!CHRIS who is so interested in the types of foods that the baby is trying out once he’s weaned off milk.

DAD!CHRIS who he gets his brothers to do a baby food challenge on their channel and it’s one of the only times that your son is featured on the channel because he loves his uncles and they make him laugh.

DAD!CHRIS and UNCLE!NICK + MATT who are completely wrapped around the baby’s finger. he gets whatever he wants from all of you because he is the first baby out of the group and everyone spoils him.

he grows up with the coolest family, he’s always sporting some sort of merch from his parents’ and uncles favourite artists to sturniolo merch and fresh love that the triplets created as the announcement of chris being a father.

all in all, chris’ baby would be so incredibly loved, spoiled, well mannered, respectful, and all around the coolest baby in the fucking world.

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[flowersandbigteeth]

Which monsters of yours would freely give their credit card to their darlings, no questions asked vs. the monsters that’d ask for a “favor” of some type in return?

And then which monsters would just say “no” to me, and leave me crying cause I wanted a new Sanrio plushie?

This is such a cute question, I love it! Answers below:

First, in the hypothetical situation where he appears magically in our world, Golmad is going to tell you "no" to Sanrio plushies. Not because he is worried about money, but because badass Orc Queens don't carry around adorable plushies, they carry weapons. He'd suggest a nice mace or a whip in the color pink. However, after he sees your pouty eyes, that plush is going to mysteriously appear in your bedroom with a mini axe strapped to its back.

After your "adjustment" period is over, Roth is issuing you your own card and sending you on elaborate shopping trips with the club girls. The caveat is you have to give him a personal fashion show when you get back to show off the clothes you bought.

Leander is pretty sure spending money is your primary job and has contacted the bank to let them know you are authorized to withdraw however much you like. Every shop owner in town adores when you come in because they know you are dropping serious cash.

Serge will demand favors in a big way. He'll make you call him pet names and give him smooches in return for whatever you like. He will also trade treats for self-care. Brushing your teeth or showering yourself will result in cash prizes! Money isn't an issue, but he's not giving you the credit card because it's so much more fun to extract concessions for his whims.

Idreod has no problem with issuing you your own card, but you're in charge of the budget anyway, so you already know the balances and whatnot. His only stipulation is that whatever you buy better be high end. His wife has to look a certain way so people know she's above them.

With Vylkas the situation is switched. It's you giving him your credit card. Of course, you have to give him a card with a limit because he has no common sense and will spend all his money on cigarettes and decorations for his murder pond.

Hugo will bicker with you about spending money on frivolous things, but always gives in eventually. He'll pout when you buy designer clothes or plushies, but quietly build you a new shelf to store them or expand your closet to fit the new clothes. He'll tell you it's so he can add photos of whatever he built to his portfolio to draw new customers and earn back all the money you're spending, but you notice he is very careful with your new stuff (picking up and arranging your plushies if you leave them out or hanging up your dresses if you toss them on the floor) and asks you to wear things he likes for him or asks if you want him to grab your plushie while you're watching movies.

Rafe is the worst. He's happy to buy you what you like, but he demands lots of naughty favors in return. Extortion is his favorite bedroom game.

Chase also likes to be in control of the money, but he's more playful when he shakes you down. He likes to come shopping with you so he can demand kisses for him to swipe his card. He likes showing off to people that you're his and especially likes to make the other shoppers jealous, spending lots of money on you. He's a bit of a terror in the store. If a shop worker appears to be flirting with you, he'll make their life extra hard, demanding they run around getting all sorts of things you have no intention of buying. He's also very picky about the things you buy. He wants you to look like a cute little housewife, so very few pants unless they are leggings that show off your figure. He's perfectly happy to buy you plushies or other cute stuff, but practical things are a no-no. Why do you need a drill? He will do all of that hard stuff so his pretty little wife doesn't break a nail.

Lethia loves shopping and terrorizing you with naughty games. She'll demand you try on all sorts of revealing lingerie and racy outfits just to watch you squirm and blush in them. She doesn't see any reason for you to have "normal" clothes, but other than that, she'll buy you whatever else you want for a kiss. Her little pet has to look fabulous at her side so she'll take you to get your nails done with the most elaborate sets, hair dyed in mermaid or candy colors, and whatever other pampering you didn't know you needed. If she finds out you like plushies, you'll be buried in them. She'll have alerts on her phone for the latest drops, so you get the newest ones.

Once Nasos gets used to you not being a sleeve, shopping with you is his second favorite activity to the naughty stuff. He'd be excited to take you to all sorts of alien markets, just to see your eyes light up with all of the products you never knew existed. He's always been a simple guy, so he doesn't need much for himself. For you though, he spares no expense. Since you two are often on long trips into deep space, he wants to make sure you are plenty occupied and not bored. You wouldn't get your own credit card, but all you have to do is look at something with your big sparkly eyes and he's ringing it up.

Kostas is far more practical than his cousin. You are allowed treats, but only for good behavior. He's carefully helping you learn how to control your temper with a reward sticker system. When you deal with an emotion appropriately, you get stickers that can be cashed out for a treat at the end of the week when the two of you go to town for supplies. He's very specific about the stickers he gets, too, so you enjoy collecting them because they are super cute, not just for the big prize.

<3 <3 <3

[praisethesuuun]

I love your blog~ 💖

If you take requests for the moment. how about some headcanons for simps on the human side? what about the headcanons Nikola, Nostradamus and Qin Shi Huang being just complete simps for reader? (If there are too many, only Nikola Tesla is fine!)

(sorry for my bad english)

Of course I can do that! And your english is pretty good too😌☀️Hope you like it, anon❤️

RoR characters headcanons: them being total simps for you! pt.2

QIN SHI HUANG

🌟This man, THIS MAN, will be so obvious! Seriously, he doesn't even try to hide it, all the inhabitants of his kingdom know the way he courts you, proposing you over and over again to become his queen (even if you refuse just for fun, what a tease~)

🌟Qin's way to show love and affection it's through gifts. At the court of the emperor of China, it is customary to organize banquets and parties with the other sovereigns, to establish alliances and borders, so it's not uncommon for them to bring precious gifts from their territories. Here, Qin will entrust to you all those he deems worthy of your attention.

🌟But love also has a dark side, and that's the jealousy it brings. It is well known by now that Qin Shin Huang has concubines, the same ones he has deprived of all kind of attention since you arrived. As soon as he realized the dangers you were in, Qin became more protective, sending the concubines away and giving you a wing of the palace to yourself.

🌟You are always accompanied by his most trusted guards, his way of making you feel his closeness despite being forced to spend his days working.

🌟"My king, what are you doing out of tour chambers at night?" you ask him, leaning against the doorpost of your room with sleepy eyes, your body covered only by a velvet tunic. "Let me in, my queen. No one will interrupt us at this hour" Qin answered, smiling and taking off his blindfold, before kissing you.

NIKOLA TESLA

⚙️Please, Tesla would treat you exactly like the most beautiful gift of nature there is. He would let you preview his inventions, enjoying the amazement in your eyes and the wonder that accompanies your every move.

⚙️The greatest gift he can give you is to confide in you: completely venting all the anger he felt in the past, about his brother and how difficult it was to get over the loss. He would hold you close to him, showing his every weakness and wetting your shirt with his tears.

⚙️"I'll call this one...Y/N, my wife!" "You will NOT call the invention like this" "But-" "No"

⚙️Each time, Tesla wastes no time asking you for advice on the design of its new machines, their names or any other aesthetic component. He loves you so much that he wants to put a part of you into what he creates, for science!

⚙️His favorite thing to do is hold your hands. It makes him feel your closeness at all times, reminding him that there is not only him and science, but something much more intense.

NOSTRADAMUS

💫It's all about teasing! To put up with it should become a sport: he would dress up as you using your clothes all the time (even panties, depending on his mood) and deceiving others with his impersonation of you.

💫Even though his company may seem unpleasant, in reality, Nostradamus would help you overcome your uncertainties. Whenever you need him, he won't hesitate to read the stars for you, using the opportunity to highlight the wonderful future you will build together.

💫If you're sad, this little pain in the ass he will make sure to lift your mood in any way possible, going out of his way to get a laugh out of you. He would use all his jackster talent to stop the tears from welling in your eyes.

💫Of course, Nostradamus would take you on some of his adventures. When he pretended to be Brunhilde, he managed to trick you too, bringing you after him and disguising you as Göll. It's a lost case *sigh*

💫His way of showing affection is physical contact, so be prepared for him to stick to you. His gift of predicting the future can be a doom, leading him to not have full certainty of the thousands of visions he interprets. That's why he loves you: you are his only certainty.

[wardenparker]

Character: Javi G

Prompt: “I’ll protect you”

Lastly: CONGRATS! 👏 🥳

Javi Gutierrez. 830 words. "I'll protect you." Co-written with @absurdthirst

Established relationship. Reader is described as having hair long enough to curl.

Javi rushes into the room, stopping and staring for a brief moment as you look up from the chair you are sitting in. Curlers are in your hair and there are a million different products lined up on the bathroom counter. A ring light has been added, giving more light to the space to allow the stylist that he had hired to make you feel like a princess. "The dress is here." He tells you excitedly.

"Is it everything you hoped for, amor?" His film premiere tonight has him in jitters, but the excited kind. As Javi has gotten more comfortable in Hollywood, he has also become a more active participant in the parties and events that the film industry considers so important. It's taking a little longer for you to get into the scene, but you also haven't been in Hollywood as long as he has. In fact, you're only here because of how much you love him. Being a writer/producer's girlfriend was never anything you had on the Bingo card of your life.

"You love it too, sí?" He asks, a worried frown crossing his face. He had thought you loved the dress too, but maybe he had been too busy imagining how you would look next to him to see any objections you had. He just wanted you to feel beautiful tonight, since you are coming with him.

"Of course I love it." It's a stunning, designer-made evening gown. What's not to love? "I just want you to be proud to be seen with me, my love. And since you picked out the dress, I wanted to make sure that you still love it."

"I would be proud to be seen with you no matter what you are wearing." You still seem to be a bit intimidated by the fact that he used to be a billionaire. He's not one anymore. Most everything he owed was siezed by the police when they captured Lucas. He didn't even get to keep his golden guns. Now, he was started to build back a nice portfolio with the screenplays he was developing, but you don't care about his lack of money. "But it is even more beautiful than I remember." He hums. "Almost as beautiful as you."

“Flatterer.” A teasing little accusation and you lean forward to kiss him as the stylist moves around you to take your hair out of the curlers and work whatever magic she has in mind. “Everything will be wonderful tonight, mi amor. I promise.” He’s knows you are nervous, but you have given him your word that you do want to be there and so you’re going to make sure that he feels it, too. Hollywood may be intimidating but it will not stop you from supporting him.

"It will be good for you too." He promises, sending you a soft smile through the mirror. You have been amazing, his constant support and champion after he had split with Gabriela. It was like you were meant to be.

“I’m sure it will be. And it will be nice to see Nick and Olivia.” Javi’s best friend is his coproducer on this film and Nick Cage’s wife has quickly become a friendly shoulder for you to lean on. As odd as that sentence is to you sometimes.

"Yes it will." He grins, excited to see his friend again. "They also said that the afterparties are a must."

“We’ll stay out as long as you like,” you promise him with an indulgent grin. “I took the next two days off of work.”

"You did?" His brows wing up in surprise, expecting to have to leave early so you could go to bed a reasonably decent time.

“Of course I did.” His surprise breaks your heart, but you reach up to cup his face gently with one hand. “I might be nervous but I’m not going to abandon you in the middle of your big night.”

"I know." He knows that you are incredibly supportive, but you also have a job that you have to keep as well. "I just know you are nervous at the big parties."

“And I’ll get used to it with a little practice.” Your office job doesn’t exactly put you in the line of fire when it comes to big anything. But Javi is worth making changes for.

Javi nods, understanding that you must feel like a fish out of water at times. "Don't worry." He promises, risking the stylist's ire to press a soft kiss to your cheek. "I'll protect you."

“I know you will.” Since the moment the two of you met, you have been his champion and he has been yours. He’s more than you ever dreamed of in a partner and you’re determined to make him proud. “It’s going to be a wonderful night, mi amor.”

“Yes it will.” He knows it will be, because you are by his side. “We will have the time of our lives.”

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soft side • bbh [req]

req: okay so for baekhyun just like a cute husband!fluff, if you’re comfortable writing mafia au, you could make baekhyun like a mafia, but he gets super soft when he’s with oc

pairing: mafia!baekhyun x wife!reader

genre: fluff!

synopsis: baekhyun had a soft spot reserved for the reader.

warnings: sweet and soft baekhyun

you visit baekhyun a few times a week at his office. it’s never for anything special, but just because you want to see him. sometimes, you bring him food or a dessert you’ve made, but mostly you show up to see him.

today, you’re showing up to show him the nails he generously paid for, and to just check on him. he’s been stressed lately, coming home frustrated most days that when you hear the tires screech in the driveway you can already tell what mood he’s going to be in. you made him promise early in your relationship to leave his mob dealings where he found them, and to never bring them home to you. he’s kept his promise since then, dropping whatever frustrations he’s dealt with at work, at the door when he sees you perched on the couch waiting for him.

you hop out of your car and walk the short distance to the building he does his dealings in. from the outside, it looks like a plain office building, and on the ground floor there’s nothing eye catching except the door man, who isn’t really a doorman, and a simple end table by the elevators that has a new set of flowers on the table each week.

“hi, jongdae,” you say as you enter the building, pushing your sunglasses into your hair. he gives you a close lipped smile and tells you that you can find baekhyun in his office, where he is ninety percent of the time.

you press the elevator button and the doors slide open. stepping in, you press the ‘6’ button, the highest floor in the building and baekhyuns office.

you step out and hear him before you see him. “when i said everything goes through me, i meant everything!” it’s slightly muffled, but loud enough. it’s only you in the hallway, minus another man who appears to be watching the elevator, but really isn’t. “hi, minseok,” you say, giving him a small wave.

“hi, mrs. byun. he’s in there with somebody, if you want to wait,” he offers, but you never wait. you’re notorious for interrupting meetings, on purpose and accident.

you pass by minseok and make your way down the hall where baekhyuns voice gets louder and more audible. you frown at his words and tone, but push the door open anyway, his voice cutting out immediately. “hi, baby,” you say, not sparing a glance at the other guy. baekhyun visibly relaxes; his shoulders roll backwards and his chest goes flat, and his fists uncurl. the scowl on his face relaxes into a small smile, reserved for you and you only.

“you’re dismissed,” baekhyun barks, his eyes boring holes into the man across from him while his hands reach for you. the other guy quickly leaves, shutting the door behind him and letting you have baekhyun to yourself. “hi, pretty girl.” baekhyun says, pulling you into him and kissing you deeply.

you smile against him at the pet name and pull away, putting a hand on his cheek. “how are you?” you ask, and he pulls you down onto his lap, your legs dangling over the side.

baekhyun puts one arm around your waist while his other hand holds onto your exposed thighs. “i’m better now. let me see your nails,” he says, and you put a manicured hand in front of his face. he smiles and holds your hand, looking at every design on every nail. “they’re nice.” he compliments and you thank him.

“she did them a little too long, but i didn’t feel like arguing,” you say, admiring them for the 100th time since you got up from the chair. you look back down at baekhyun and find that he’s already looking at you, his eyes soft and his smile warm. “what?”

“i’m just… i just love you, that’s all,” he says, kissing underneath your jaw. you nuzzle closer to him and smile. nobody would ever believe baekhyun had a soft side like this, given his stern and hard exterior. he has walls built up that only you’ve managed to break down and expose the true him.

he has such a dangerous line of work, but he only has one weakness: you.

[formula-fun]

Pacific rim au snippet?? for us to live a little happier in coming days ksjadjshs? 👀

i am pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead

The day Sebastian Vettel descends on the Faenza Academy, four things happen.

First, a series of rumors fly across the entirety of base. Charles is ninety percent sure they’re George’s doing, but the way they telephone between the cadets is truly a modern marvel. In the morning the word is that Vettel is visiting to scope out the cadets to select his new copilot, never mind that none of them have ever even drifted in their lives. By noon the story has been transformed into a harrowing tale involving Vettel, a recent Kaiju attack in Cabo, and a torrid affair with Director Binotto’s wife.

“Did you hear about Binotto’s wife?” George asks during lunch, eyes wide.

“That was your rumor, idiot,” Alex tells him. “Obviously it’s not true. Binotto doesn’t even have a wife.”

By that afternoon, it’s rumored that Binotto lost his wife in a Kaiju attack in Cabo, where she bravely fought in a top-secret test jaeger as Vettel’s copilot.

The second thing that happens is training is suspended for a full day. Truthfully, Charles thinks this should be the real source of rumors, but they’re all so burned out none of the cadets want to question having a day off. It doesn’t mean they actually take the day off—they’re too bored for that, and they’ve forgotten how to do anything else than train relentlessly and occasionally study the odd K-Science journal.

Still, the Director, his assistants, half the training staff and Vettel all spend the morning locked in a conference room doing god knows what.

“They ordered pizza about an hour ago,” Alex tells him. He’s been pretending to read Jaeger Daily for two hours, sprawled out on a towel stolen from the bathroom while he pretends not to watch the Operations building from behind his sunglasses. “I heard you can predict a war based on how often the militaries order pizza. It means they’re planning something.”

“This is Italy,” Pierre says, unbothered, stripped shirtless and sprawled out in the sun a few paces away. “They order pizza literally every day.”

Alex hums. “And they got affogatos.”

“Affogatos?! Mon Dieu. Call the press.”

It probably means nothing, but it’s certainly strange—the conference, not the pizza. Vettel is a well-known face not just in the Jaeger program, but in the world. He was confirmed into the program just a handful of months earlier after having matched with some kid in Australia, and once their Jaeger goes into service he’ll be the first European ranger ever. It’s not a great statistic, seeing as there have only been six rangers in active combat in the history of the planet, but it’s still something.

The Faenza school is small, and often forgotten; most of the European academies are the same way. That’s why it’s even stranger that Vettel is here, of all places.

The third thing that happens that day is Charles kicks Max’s ass in the Kwoon. It’s not related to Vettel in any way, but it’s still funny.

Charles’ first impression of Max when they met eight months ago was that he’s too serious. His eyes are shaped like half-moons, clearly designed for laughing, but he frowns all the time. His lower lip juts out a little, petulant. Charles’ dad used to scold Charles for pouting like that when he was little, warning him his face would get stuck like that, and if Charles was too old for it at seven then Max is much too old for it at sixteen. It’s possible that his face is stuck like that, in fact, since the months that Charles has known him he hasn’t relaxed once. 

He doesn’t relax while training. He doesn’t relax in the rec room. He doesn’t relax while eating—if anything he’s the least relaxed doing that, shoveling food into his mouth like he’s about to be called to attention at any second. His frown lingers as they run laps of the dusty base in Faenza, the sun beating down hot and unrelenting, and while he’s training on the sim: thirteen drops and eleven kills, a record that’s second best only to Charles’ own.

“Beginner’s luck, huh?” Max had said when Charles had stepped out of the sim for the first time, exactly one kill to his name. He doesn’t say that the second time, or the third, or the fourth.

Like Charles said. No sense of humor.

Max is good at Muay Thai, which pisses Charles off to no end. It’s not that Charles is bad at it, he’s just been a little shorter than Max and a lot more wiry for the entire time they’ve known each other. Max is gangly too, but his legs are stronger, a fact that Charles has learned on more than one occasion by catching a knee straight to the solar plexus—a blow which Max barely has to strain to deliver. They’ve sparred—fought, really—enough times now for Charles to know that no matter how quick he can be, Max still has a serious physical advantage.

“Teach me Judo,” he told his trainer the fifth time Max pressed him out of the ring during a training session—a fight—with a heavy offense and pointy elbows, the director’s assistant watching from the corner and taking notes on a clipboard.

“We don’t usually teach that,” Andrea told him. “You’ll never beat a kaiju by throwing it.”

“I want to beat him.” At Andrea’s hesitation he added, “I’ll train extra. I don’t care.”

So Andrea started teaching him Judo; and on the day that Vettel arrives at the academy Charles steps into the ring with Max, letting him get two swings in before grabbing his wrist, using his momentum against him and flipping him square over his shoulder.

Max hits the mat hard enough that the sound echoes through the empty kwoon.

“Judo isn’t on the training list,” Max gripes, pushing himself up and rolling over to clutch at his nose. “Fuck.”

“I’m just adapting to the style of my opponent,” Charles says flatly. “As any good ranger would do.”

“I hate you,” Max tells him, dabbing at his nose—entirely for dramatic effect, since there isn’t a drop of blood in sight and Charles is pretty sure he didn’t even hit him there—and then spins on the mat to kick Charles’ feet out from under him.

Charles goes toppling, landing with a grunt, which is the moment Max decides to try to wrestle him. A horrible decision, really. Max is shit at wrestling. It takes all of thirty seconds for Charles to pin him, catching his left arm in an ude-garami, which is the exact moment that the door swings open.

“Ah,” Director Binotto says. “Leclerc and Verstappen, some of the brightest in our youth program.”

“Let me up,” Max hisses through his teeth, his breath hot against his ear, but Charles just tightens his grip.

“You haven’t tapped out,” Charles replies, holding Max down with his own chest as he twists Max’s elbow. Max lets out a string of noises that sound very Dutch and very rude.

“They do look it,” someone says blandly, and when he looks up Charles is greeted by the sight of Sebastian Vettel standing over him.

He springs to his feet, snapping to attention. Max follows suit, albeit a little slower.

“Relax,” Vettel says. “We don’t stand on rank in the kwoon. I thought that was the first rule of training,” he adds, raising his voice a little.

Binotto shrugs. “We do things differently here.”

Vettel’s eyebrows flash up, then back down again. He ignores the director, giving them both an easy smile, and Charles and Max’s hands fall away at the same time. “I’ve never visited any of the youth programs, but I’ve heard great things,” he says. “How long have you been training?”

“Eight months, sir,” Charles says.

“Please, it’s Sebastian. You’ve been here since the opening of the academy, then,” Sebastian says, his mouth forming into a C shape. “And you’ve been training to be copilots?”

Charles looks at Max, who’s already looking back. His mouth is pouty again, his eyebrows furrowed. Too serious.

“Our cadets did not begin the matching process until last week,” Binotto says, stepping forward to take his place at Sebastian’s side. “We have been training them as a group in the hopes that compatibility would be demonstrated organically, and for the most part that has proved to be successful.”

“How so?”

Binotto lets out a little hum. “Some pairs we brought in together proved to be compatible—siblings, best friends. Other times this proved to be the opposite. And then of course, some compatible pairs just find each other. We had our suspicions, but neural aptitude tests only confirmed it.”

Charles frowns, a protest poised behind his teeth.

“And you two train on the sim together?” Sebastian asks them, his face open.

“No,” Max says. “We only train solo.”

“What are your scores?”

“Thirteen drops, eleven kills.”

“Thirteen, twelve,” Charles adds, and can’t bite down the smug smile when Max shoots a glare his way.

Sebastian raises his eyebrows, blowing out a breath. He looks to Binotto, who raises his eyebrows with a small smile.

“That’s impressive,” Sebastian says. “You both want to be rangers one day?”

“Yes, sir,” they say, and it unfortunately comes out in perfect unison.

Sebastian looks at them for a long beat, a serene smile on his face. “I’m not here at an official capacity. I’m just here to scope out the copilot matches in our youth program. You probably already had some idea that you’re drift compatible,” he says, which Charles was not aware of at all, and then while he’s still reeling from that piece of information, “but the tests last week identified you at somewhere between ninety nine point seven and ninety nine point nine percent.”

“That’s not right,” Max blurts out. “We’re not compatible.”

Sebastian’s eyebrows raise. “Neural tests prove otherwise. So do fighting styles and sim scores, from the looks of it.”

“But we don’t get along.”

“That doesn’t always mean something.” He tilts his head. “If this comes as a surprise, it might be helpful to know that compatibility is about balance as much as it’s about similarities. You might see differences in each other, but in a Jaeger those things will become complementary parts.”

Charles can’t hold back a tiny scoff. What’s supposed to be complementary about Max? His bullheadedness? His ability to eat food faster than the mess hall can produce it?

“Gentlemen,” Binotto says, which is another first—Binotto has never called them that in their lives. “The Jaeger Program needs cadets. Not just rangers, but mechanics, strategists, engineers, support coordinators, biologists, neuroscientists—we need personnel, and now that the academy is on its feet and more jaegers are going into service, it’s time to identify who is part of a viable drift pairing, and who would be better suited to a different division.”

At his side, Max sucks in a short breath, barely audible. Charles himself straightens. He knows a threat when he hears one.

“We’d like to start a project to test drift compatibility through a rudimentary neural handshake,” Binotto says, “and we’re going to be testing that project on you.”

And that’s how the fourth thing happens.

[silent-raven13]

Billie's new best fren!

Billie isn't fond of Hobie. Nope, the moment she saw him bite her big brother's neck that already gave her the ick. Even before, when she first met him, she didn't like how Miles gave attention and love to his boyfriend. Nope. Nope, she wants all the attention and love, and she's the only one that gives hugs to her big brother.

Now, Billie loves it when her parents aren't around and she's force to be babysat by her brother. Miles never complains about, he loves watching her. The only issues is when Spiderman is needed. Spiderman is a busy guy with huge responsibilities- and guess what! That's Billie's big brother! Yes, Billie's big brother, Miles is the cities' Spiderman! Ever since she can remember Miles had always taken her through the city and Spider Society fighting off bad guys or meeting up with other multiverse Spiderpeople.

Hey, she even have her own watch; it's a pink purple color with a flower spider design on it, and one of Miles' friend, Peter B. Parker gave her a cute pinkish purple Spiderwoman crochet mask. A gift from the lovely MJ, Peter's wife. Not to mention, she gets to play with the other kids Gerald, Jess' kid and Mayday, Peter's kid. They had to build a daycare if a mission is too sever for them to tag along.

Oh yes, that's one of her favorite days, going out to help Spiderman and seeing the universes. Now, her favorite part of the day going into Spider Society is meeting her best fren! Who is her best friend?

Well let's get into it!

Miles in his Spiderman suit had Billie in a baby carrier similar to Peter's but with a nice pouch to fit in baby wipes, an extra diaper and his phone. He jumps on one of the buildings seeing one of the anomaly's hiding in a warehouse. "Looks like we better call for back up, Boo-boo."

"Hehehe," Billie giggles as she had her web shooter toy, multiverse watch on and her mask being ready.

"Hey luv, fancy meeting you here." Hobie appears from behind to hug and kiss his boyfriend.

Billie gasps then scowls, "No!" She aim her web shooter at him almost threatening him. "No, Obie!"

"Billie, don't do that!" Miles' hand made her put her arm down. "He's just saying hello."

"NO!" She scowls.

Hobie took a step back, "Okay. Okay, easy Billie-willie. I'm not touching your brother." His hands up in defense, still having a cocky grin on his face.

Billie set her web shooter down, then looks at her brother, "No, Obie!"

"I know. I know. But he's here to help us fight. By the way, I need to make a call to Miguel." Miles added, using his watch to informed of the anomaly in his world.

Hobie casually rolled his eyes, "Sometimes I wonder if you like his more than me." Being the jealous type, he already didn't like Miguel. That man is too strict, too much of a pain in the ass for Hobie's liking.

"What? He's our boss or leader? He handle this stuff. Don't get upset, mi amor." Miles pouts as he sent out an emergency single. "Besides, you should be worrying about this one not liking you." He lift his chin to his sister's direction.

Billie still glaring at Hobie. "She will love me, after all I'm the love of your life." Hobie chuckles having to give a quick kiss on Miles' cheek.

Miles blushes, "Yet you pick on her."

"NO!" Billie shouted with her hands waving back and forth being mad Hobie got close to her brother.

"Hey guys! What's up!" Gwen and Pav appeared being one of the first ones. "Miguel sent us and Peter out. He's late."

"As always." Miles said holding Billie in his baby carrier.

"Awe, look at her cute mask and" Pav gasps out loud looking at her feet, "her wittle booties! I so want kids when I get married to my beloved Gaytari!" He fantasize being a father with cute kids, especially more when Miles introduce them to his little sister.

"Hehe!" Billie giggles.

Pav playfully do funny faces and tickle her cheek. Billie likes Pav. He doesn't hurt Miles, he's goofy.

Gwen giggles, "Hey, Billie. How's it going?"

"Bueno!" Billies smiles happily at Gwen, she likes Gwen. Gwen doesn't pick on Miles for fun!

Then the portal open having Peter B. Parker with Mayday following along side him wearing a cute Spidergirl outfit. "Okay, May. Remember to stay away from dangerous. Your first task is to climb away from danger and stay close to my sight."

"Okie Dookie, daddy!" Mayday giggles then gasps, "Billie!" She happily skips over to see her cute baby sister. "Hi, Miles." Mayday view Miles as her big brother too.

"May!" Billie giggles at her older sister.

Miles chuckles, "Hey, May. How are you doing?" He squat to her level that way she can hug Billie.

Mayday sniffs Billie, "Good and she smells so good. Baby smell!"

"All baby's smell like that." Peter chuckles, "So what's the plan?"

"I thought Miguel gave you the plan?" Gwen asked.

"Well, you're all adults. I thought you guys can make up one. Who needs that Grumps' plan?" Peter asked out loud.

"Miguel is gonna get mad if we don't follow his plan...." Pav hums, as he squat to play patty cake with Mayday while Billie cheers them on.

"I like that. Let's wing it, eh? Come on, luv. We can do it." Hobie said to his partner with his hand on his shoulder.

Miles rub his chin, "I dunno know..."

"Come on! We can do it!" Peter said out loud. "Besides this is level two anomaly. We just go in and out."

Gwen shrugs, "I guess, but if Miguel come at us. I'ma put the blame on you. Your the oldest!"

"I'm not that old." Peter pouts.

Mayday turns to her dad, "Daddy, you're old!"

Pav burst out laughing. "May, why your mean like your mom?" Peter pouts again.

"Anyway let do this!" Hobie said.

The spider heroes group up, then each one began using their webs to swing to the warehouse. Peter said, "Miles. Hobie, you took east. Gwen and Pav. West. I'll come from the top. Remember stay quiet and hidden."

"Got it!"

This is where it got fun. Miles and Hobie stuck together being on top of the stairs out of the warehouse. Hobie peaks to find the anomaly eating something, being all hunched over. Billie saw a blue butterfly coming out of the warehouse, it landed on her nose. "Ohhhh, linda!" her big round doe like eyes gleaming at how pretty it is.

"It's doing nothing? Is this a level 2?" Hobie whispers turning to his boyfriend.

Miles shrugs, "Miguel sent the scan. We should be careful since Lyla seems to give warning to not upset it."

Hobie rolled his eyes, "It's always Miguel said this and that, luv."

"Hobie, he sent it." Miles side eyes him then place his hands on his hips. "Esta loco?"

Hobie sighs, "Sorry, luv. How about a kiss? Come on, I need to know you love me." He pucker his lips waiting for his boyfriend to kiss him.

Miles blushes, "Hobie, we're on a mission."

Billie felt Hobie's body getting way too close for comfort and it made her more mad that the pretty blue butterfly flew away. "NO!" She shoot her web shooter at Hobie's face.

"Good job, Billie." Miles giggles.

"Hey lovebirds! We're about to move close." Peter call them through their earbuds. "Hobie go in. Pav is already setting up the trap. Gwen and Miles, distract the anomaly."

"What do I do?" Mayday asked as she stood on the roof with her dad being excited to help.

"You stay here and be safe, honey. That's a big job."

"Aweee, you never let me help." She pouts.

"I promise you will but you still need to practice on your web shooting, and powers." Peter kisses his daughter's cheek, "Stay safe, remember." Her dad went in one of the holes of the old warehouse.

Miles and Gwen went inside of the warehouse, they saw Peter on top. "Okay, now." He said through their earbuds.

Within a blink an eye, Billie was already seeing pretty blue blasts. Her big brother being extra carefully because of her. Gwen shouting to give warning. The anomaly is all glitching, with a pretty periwinkle blue and white glow. Billie's eyes noticed blue butterflies around the small anomaly. "Pretty!" She said. Why did the butterfly look so small, too?

"Hobie, now!" Peter uses his web shooters to block the entrance.

The anomaly growls and glitch out sounding so afraid like a frail small animal. Hobie appears using his guitar to wack it. The Gwen uses her web to surround it. The anomaly look so scared, confused that it made Billie upset.

When Miles got close enough to use his lightening on it, Billie started to huff and puff. Big tears forming from her eyes as she saw the tiny anomaly whimpering in fear and pain. "Nononononono!" Billie wiggles having to burst out crying out loud!

"Billie? Wha-what's wrong?" Miles looking concern. "Are you hurt?" He quickly took step back to check on his sister.

"Nonononononono. Malo! Malo her-man-no!" She cries out loud with her hands smacking her brother being upset.

"Qué?" Miles trying to calm her down.

Hobie saw the anomaly quickly uses its blue bean to aim at Miles and Billie. "Miles, look out." He quickly pushes them out of the way. The beam aims from bottom to the top. Hitting the roof!

Mayday shrieks seeing the beam coming through. "MAYDAY!" Peter shouted, seeing his daughter falling into the warehouse.

"I gotchu!" Pav swing by to rescue her, catching her in his arms.

Mayday hugs Pat's neck tightly still feeling her heart pounding. That was too close for comfort. She will listen to her dad next time.

Peter saw the warehouse crumbling, "It's falling! Everyone get out." He swing out with Pav and Mayday.

Gwen quickly got out of window. "MILES! HOBIE! OVER HERE!"

The small anomaly scattered away from an opening getting away. Billie saw this and was proud to save it. "Come on, luv. Let's go!" Hobie carries Miles bridal style having to book it.

The group got out safely. Peter sighing in relief having his baby gurl in his arms, "Oh thank god, you're okay May." He almost fainted with relief.

Gwen crosses her arms, "So? Mission fail?"

"Mission fail." They all agreed.

Miles look at Billie being chipper than before. "What happen with Billie?" Pav asked having his chin resting on Miles' shoulder.

"I dunno know. She was crying and I thought she hurt herself? Maybe- I need to go to med-bay. Maybe she sprain something?" He's voice filled with worried.

Hobie said, "I don't think she's hurt... I think she didn't like what we were doing to the anomaly."

"What?" Miles blink in surprised, then again his little sister is smart like Mayday. They are more aware of things than most kids.

Billie merely glance up at her big brother then giggle. Gwen said, "I mean, that's kinda good? She's aware of emotions, right?"

"And bad, because she can't be in missions like this." Peter added having to hold his daughter in his arms being over protective.

Then their watches beeping from Miguel. Lyla's voice rings their ears, "Miguel wants to see you all!"

"UGHH!" Everyone except Mayday and Billie groaned.

"Yay, uncle Mig!" Mayday giggles.

Billie cheers out loud, "Tio!"

"I thought she would hate Miguel?" Hobie asked.

"No, she actually loves him." Miles casually say. "They're best friends."

Hobie stop following him being surprised, "What?" Almost in shock.

Billie laughs out loud at his expression. "Yeah, her and Miguel are like this." Miles crossed his fingers, "Same way with Mayday and Gerald. Hobie, why you're so surprised? Miguel is great with kids."

"It's just..." Hobie pouts at Billie, "Alright, lil one. I'll be your best friend."

"No!" She pouts. "Tio!" She chanted.

Miles laughs, "Oh now, you want her to like you. Why? Because Miguel?" He always knew Hobie would be jealous some way some how.

They all went to spider headquarters to face their leader.

(Part 2)

[sketchfanda]

A Little Moxxie Love: Glitz and Glam

Moxxie had a feeling something was amiss here as he assessed his current predicament. One moment he was sitting in the meeting room enjoying some coffee, the next thing he knew, Millie and Loona bared in and grabbed him, saying it was urgent. Which was how and why he found himself riding in the backseat area of Verosika Mayday's limo/atv SUV hybrid, doing his best not to stare too much at the lush succubus popstar. Not that she would've minded in the slightest of course, given their intimate history and nature as friends with oh so generous benefits. But it was in his nature to be a gentleman after all, his dear sweet departed mother taught him that much. It's just that it was either staring at the seductive star doing god knows what to tease and turn him on or look out the window at the passing scenery. Which of course only served to raise a fair few red flags because he recognised some of the streets and buildings, signalling and currently enroute to the Lust Circle. Which in the Imp hitman's experience mant either Verosika had cashed in a favour, wanting a whole day of fun to herself with him or it was to set him up with someone in her personal social circle. Was it Milky or Keke perhaps? Coco and Apple? Or was she feeling more in a homo-erotic mood wanted to see him get it on with Ace and Josh? The teasing smile on her otherwise sexy face made it clear he wasn't going to get any answers from her. Ask no questions and she'd tell no lies but he knew her well enough and trusted Millie and yes, even Loona not to set him up in a situation he wasn't comfy with. His train of thought put on pause as the vehicle seemed to stop and park, the succubus bombshell stepping out causing him to follow as it was clear they arrived at their destination. What was one of Lust's many notable high class, quality grade love hotels.

Verosika:*as she lead Moxxie on inside, speaking to him as they went up the elevator before soon proceeding down the corridor of the floor they arrived on. A sensual grin on her face as she walked with a distinct sway and sashay she knew was drawing his gaze to her backside. From the hypnotic shimmy of her hips and the way her thicc thighs rubbed together, to the jiggle of her skirt clad booty. No doubt the imp was doing his best not to stare but how could he not at such perfection, well besides the shortstack bubble butt of his wife of course. Who'd no doubt be singing the succubus' praises if she were here right now before she focused her mind and decided to address any curiousity Moxxie might have.*"Don't overthink or dwell on it little man. Just some friends of mine who are very eager to meet you after you came "highly recommended." So just show them a good time,they'll give you a good time and that's that...."

Moxxie of course nodded politely, clearing his throat with a small cough to try in vain hidng the fact he had been obviously looking at Verosika's succubus ass. The sensual popstar grinning all the while as she finally brought him to the designated room, the misfit pair finding themselves in the deluxe suite wing,as she handed him a spare keycard, giving him a playful pat on the face and a kiss on the cheek for luck. The message clear 'Go get 'em Tiger' as he steeled his nerves and accessed the lock. Stepping inside to find quite the well furnished and decorated room with a nice little view of Lust City to which he didn't look at for too long of course as he found his golden eyes drawn to the guests of honour staying here. Pupils shrinking to pinpricks, jawdropping as he beheld the naked twins stepping out of the shower. Their scaly, shark-like bodies glistening with the telltale sign of a hot,fresh and steamy shower as before him were two near indentical hotties. The two obviously sisters but different enough here and there to be able to tell them apart, mainly and especially when it came to their hair and eyes. All the Imp Hitman could do was think two very simple words at the sight before him as they eyed him up like predators looking to ready to enjoy the freshly killed carcass of their prey. "Oooooh crumbs......." After all it wasn't everyday you found yourself alone in a hotel room with the Greed circle's very own imfaous Klown duo, The Glam Sisters, as Glits and Glam sported grins that bore and flashed those gleaming shark teeth of theirs at his reaction. It was clear these two had mischief on their minds. More so especially as their nude bodies began to circle around him like sharks smelling blood in the water, their gleaming, sharp pearly whites bared. He could definitely understand what some humans meany by the term scaroused. He was really feeling it big time.

Glitz:"Well well sis,lookie who we got here. So this is the surprise that rehab regular ho promised us? Have to say I'm kind of disappointed. Seems like such a letdown."*She taunted and teased,as she paused in front of Moxxie, tilting his head up to look him in the eyes akin to an antique examiner determining the value of an item.*

Glam:"Now now it's not like Mayday had any real reason to bullshit us. Right cutie? Verosika had so much to say about you. So you can imagine we got us some high expectations..."*Her twin quippped as she paused behind Moxxie,hands clasping his shoulders as she nudged her face against his,nuzzling him as she nibbled on his ear and licked his face lecherously. Grinning mischievously as did Glitz at seeing and hearing the imp hitman shudder.*

Moxxie of course wasn't one to let himself get talked down in a situation like this, as he gathered up his nerves. Determination and resolve burning with a gleam in his golden eyes as he took a deep breath. Glitz and Glam humming with curiousity as he began to strip, starting off small with his bow tie, followed by his shirt and and coat. Stereo wolf whistles humming from the twins as they took note their imp gentleman for the night wasn't as runty or skinny as he looked. if anything he had the kind of body that'd look good even if you'd put him in girls' clothing. Something Millie would certainly attest to the couple of times she and Moxxie did their kinky roleplaying as Moxxine and Millard. But finally of course,came and went his pants along with his boxers, blinking as they heard a thud on the ground before looking down. Their eyes widening and jaws dropping as they beheld the Imp's junk. It was clear they weren't virgins by any and all means but there wasn't any doubt going by their reactions and expressions that they'd never seen a set of cock and balls so damn big before!! Blushes on their faces as they watched that length and girth rise to full mast erectness. A stiff, long and girthy pulsing piece of pussy hammering, womb stuffing chunk of heaven ready, willing and able to give them pleasure and take them to new heights of ecstasy they'd never imagined or thought possible as the twins looked back and forth between that cock and each other. Before giving Moxxie looks of seductive,sensual allure,as they leaned in close to his adorable face.

Glitz:”well okay then,Shirt Cute and Packin’, think you might’ve just exceeded expectations…”*She sensually quipped,giving her sharp teeth and lips a slow lick, her sister doing the same.*

Glam:”course it ain’t just the size but how you use it so you still got a lot to prove…”*finishing her twin’s sentence in thst unique sort of synchronized pattern only twins could be so capable of doing. Before the stunned Moxxie by kissing him at the time.*

Moxxie widened his eyes as he found himself being the recipient of simultaneous kiss. Glitz and Glam taking turns locking lips with him before drawing his tongue as they pried his mouth open, enacting an open air three way dance of spit swapping snd tonsil hockey. Tasting one another as he found their hands caressing his torso before they made their way down to his groin. Grasping his cock and balls with their palms and fingers giving firm massaging caresses. His imp shaft twitching with the heat and pulse of a growing desire to mate and fuck, as if sensing the presence of this pair of bitches in heat. If his dick could speak, there was no doubt it would say it was coming down with a case of Klussy Fever and need to make some whoopee to those cushions. Pre forming and oozing from the tip as it stained their hands, causing them to lube up his length and girth. The room filling with the sounds of their deep gasps and moans as they became drawn into the growing spark of flames from the heat of their arousal….

Glitz:”Fuuuuckfuckfuck he knows how to fucking use it alright!! What hole they been hiding this guy in?!”*The Klown bitch howling,deep throated moans coming from her as she bounced and rode on Moxxie’s cock. The imp laying on the bed as his balls felt that bubbly booty jiggle with every thunder clap and smack of their loins while Glam sat on his his face. Humping and grinding her crotch as his tongue licked and probed away at her sloppy,gushing slit. Sticky,warm love nectar flowing like a waterfall as the twins pressed their fronts together,tits rubbing against each other as they kissed in such an intimate way most sisters woildnt or shouldn’t be. Tongues dancing together as they rode the momentum of erotic ecstasy.*

Glam:”Aaaahhhn fucking fuck,wreck me break me fuck me fuck me..”*The other Klown bitch spat out like some lewd mantra as she laid atop her sister,who hugged her and held her close. Glitz Kissing and licking along her face and neck as Moxxie fucked her sister from behind. His alpha imp cock jackhammering and pistoning away into her Klussy as those heavy baby batter loaded balls smacked their clits. Making their juices splash and fall onto the already soaked and stained bedsheets as the hotel room filled with their passionate moans and the primal rhythm of skin slapping, pulse racing sex.*

minutes to hours flew by as the Imp Hitman continued to rock the Glam twins’ world. Plowing their warm, horny pussies and their sinful juicy asses with his natural weapon through a variety of positions consisting of one on one to the natural tandem act of taking on two twins at once two on one. From fucking one sister doggy style or missionar as she ate the other out to taking breathers as they had turns or often tag teamed him with some making out, insulting in intimate groping,sensual heavy petting and mutual masturbation. As they recovered and basked in the afterglow of their most recent ground, the imo stud sitting on the bed as the Glam twins performed a tandem fellatio. Their tag team blowjob soothing his juice soaked cock while keeping it ina state of steady and constant arousal as they relished the mixed flavours of his seed and their own pussy juices, their slits pumping with an overflow of excess of his cream. Before the imp saw the sun setting outside on the view of lust city as the lights dimmed, finding his attention drawn to the large mirror which revealed itself to be two way. The sound of a switch flipped as he saw Verosika on the other side, naked as they were, pressing her palms and her massive pink titties against the glass. Lecherously licking it as she panted and moaned like a bitch in heat,her oussy gushing like a shower head making it clear she’d been watching the whole time and was looking ready to want in on the action. Which made the imp think chances are Millie and Loona were in a similar room, no doubt their own voyeurism getting them all hot and horny. It was clear for Moxxie, this room was about see some more action in a few moments…and how sweet it is!

[chatterbox-73]

.Sugar Daddy.

‘Not’ only you.

Gojo Satoru x Reader

This story is a smut story, I’ll more characters x reader one shots in the future and if you want to see a character please let me know.

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

Summary/inspiration/prompt: the beginning of the ending, a prequel to ‘New Years Sugar’

Word count: 2.3k

CW: NSFW and adult content, F**kboy!Gojo, sugar daddy!Gojo, Gojo being mean, playing house (calling each other husband and wife), argument/yelling, slight angst, swearing, anal, slightly fingering, nipple play, mention of breastfeeding (as a joke).

Luxury cars and appartments, designer clothes, expensive restaurants, priceless jewellery dripping in exotic gemstones and lavish gifts, that’s all that filled your life, anything you could possibly want or even think of and it was yours, a pure white Siberian kitten… and it was yours… a trip across Europe… you got it… a new sport car… parked out front of your apartment building merely hours later.

You had everything… everything except one thing… but compared to everything else it was nothing right?… no… it was all you wanted now that you’d never have it, and what was ‘that’ exactly… to be the only one.

Gojo Satoru was the man that made everything possible, he was… for a lack of better words… your sugar daddy, but you were not his only sugar baby; of course you had been told from the beginning you were not the only one, however as time went on you noticed, you’d lasted longer then any of the others and that you would be given presents you wouldn’t have to ‘pay’ for, Gojo was quick to grow bored and could be quite stingy with his money, however from the beginning you never experienced this. So you grew bolder in your requests of the man, which he would comply with each time, that was until your requested to be the only one… “absolutely not, you think you’re all I need?” Gojo stood and pulled on his pants, he walked around the bed and grabbed you, pulling you to your feet, “I thought you were smart, so why are your acting so stupid? Hm?” He shook you slightly and glared at you, “if you weren’t so cute and good with your mouth, I’d get rid of you without a second thought” he tilted his head slightly, eyeing your naked figure and chuckled, “you’ll never be the only one… but you are my favourite” Gojo pinched your hip before pushing you onto the bed and climbed on top of you, he leaned right into your face, “you’ll have to share me until I’m bored of you” he kissed you deeply, his fingers toying with your hips. “What about me?… what if your not enough for me?…” you asked and grabbed onto his shoulders, the man sat back and raised a brow, “what about you…?” He chuckled and you frowned, “I’ll go find someone else, I’ll sleep around too” you looked off to the side unsure of what you just said. Gojo leant in again and held your shoulder against the bed, not allowing you to move, “you think I want a used up whore… no matter how cute you are, I’ll drop you as soon as you fuck another man… you understand?!” He hissed in your face and all you could do was nod as shock overcame your features, Gojo got up and walked away to the couch on the other side of the room while you simply sat on the bed in shock at his words.

It didn’t hurt not at all, but it was surprising, however as time went on it became clear that you did in fact need to be Gojo’s only sugar baby, and not because you wanted his money all to yourself but because you began to genuinely fall in love with him. This selfish, nonsensical, inconsistent man, had made you fall head over heels in love with him, the thought made you sick… how could you fall for someone so rotten and horrible?… but that wasn’t true, was it?… because Satoru Gojo was actually very kind and caring, he had always given your more then what you wanted or needed and even after you up set him, Gojo was so tender and caring, giving you gifts and apologising profusely for yelling at you.

Even if Gojo wouldn’t love you back or settle for only you, you’d give him your body and love whenever he required it, you’d treat him better then any of his other whores, you’d make it so that he’d only ever think of you, even when he’s with them.

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You had called Gojo and asked him his plans for the weekend, the man answered honestly and stated he’d be with two of the other women he’s seeing, Gojo also explained he was with someone else right at the moment, you faked disappointment telling him you had a present for him… which wasn’t a lie… but you understood, you wouldn’t keep him from his other plans. Gojo piped up, cutting you off from going on a long winded rant about how important his time is and that you’d wait for him to reach out next time, “hey now… you can always call me, I enjoy hearing your voice baby girl… you know there’s two days in the weekend, I’ll come over tomorrow, I’ll spend all Saturday with you” he chuckled and you couldn’t help but giggle, “so what’s this gift for? Can I see it?” He asked in a mischievous whisper and you giggled more, god you really loved this man… it was almost embarrassing. “It’s for making you upset two weeks ago, I feel really bad for making you angry” you whisper into the phone and you hear Gojo click his tongue, “you didn’t make me angry, I was just worried you wouldn’t understand… because if you didn’t I’d ha-“ he began and you cut him off, “I know… I know darling” you say sweetly and you hear Gojo groan, it was childish honestly but Gojo would frequently make you play house with him, it’s was strange but nice as the same time, it was like playing out a future you’d never have. “I wanted it to be a surprise but because you’re making time for me in your busy weekend…” you paused as you clicked into messages and sent Gojo a picture of what you’re wearing, “check your messages…” you smiled as you heard him tap away at his phone, “you’ve gotta be kidding me…” he groan into the phone.

You won’t wearing anything scandalous, just a simple light blue silk slip dress with spaghetti straps and a hem that fell at your mid thighs, it was a loose fit that hung and flowed around your body, you could hear Gojo grip the phone tighter, “are you wearing that right now?” He asked breathlessly, you nodded with a hum as if he could see you, “tell me, what’s under it?” He demanded, you smiled before whispering, “nothing.” You heard a light thud and what sounded like a whine… “we’re done for the night…” you heard Gojo state to whoever was with him, “but we didn’t finish, Gojo-sama, please let me finish you” another voice carried through the phone, you hadn’t realised he was currently with the woman he was going to be spending time with, it honestly made you feel bad, how could he just drop someone like that? “We’re done for the night… or should it be for good?” Gojo asked and you whist at his tone, it was so harsh and uncaring but you couldn’t tell him to stop because maybe that tone would be turned back onto you, “Gojo are you coming over now, should I get ready for you?” You interrupted the scolding Gojo was just about to give the woman he was with, he cleared his throat “yeah I am, get the back ready for me… you’ve gotten me in that type of mood” he changed to a cheery tone that made your heart flutter, you said your goodbyes and then rushed to prepare yourself for him.

You stood in the shower rinsing off the soap from your backside, you’d done everything to prepare yourself now you need to do your hair and makeup, Gojo loved when women did themselves up, he loved eye makeup and bold lip colours, he loved watching them applied makeup and brushed their hair and so it was no surprise when you saw the man watching you comb out your hair. “All dolled up, huh?” Gojo question and you bit your lip before nodding, “only for you darling” you whispered and suddenly you were pressed up against the bathroom counter with Gojo’s tongue in your mouth, you moaned as your hand slipped over his shirt, you both broke apart and he moved to your neck, roughly sucking and biting the soft tissue “I needed you, I’m desperate” you whimpered as you brushed a hand over his stiff member.

Gojo pulled you into your bedroom and sat on the bed as he looked you over, “give me a twirl, baby girl” he said as he let go of your hand, you smiled and nodded, you spun allowing the silk fabric to swish and flutter with your movements, you stop and looked at the man, his eyes staring at you from over his glasses, it wasn’t often Gojo would show off his eyes as it’d gave him terrible headaches but when he did you’d seem to lose yourself in them. “Do you want me?” You asked as you grabbed the hem of the silk dress and lifted it up to your hips flashing the man, in an instant you were pinned to the ground with Gojo over top of you, “you fucking cock tease, you love getting me wild… don’t you, honey?” He growled as he yanked he belt off and practically ripped his pants open, “of course, that’s when your the most satisfied, Satoru” you whimpered and Gojo flipped you onto your stomach, “you’re not gotta like what happened if you keep this up… your getting me too excited” he groaned in your ear and you moaned pressing your ass back against him, “just fuck me Satour, I need it, I need to feel you” you couldn’t believe how desperately you wanted him.

All this was to win his heart but instead you were losing your mind, all you could think about was having him inside, “god your desperate, stay there and wait for me… got that Y/n” Gojo stood and left the room, you shiver as you heard water running and the faint mutter of his voice, “call me one more fucking time and we’re done… I’ll see you when I feel like it” he yelled before quickly quieting down, you looked to the door waiting for it to open, Gojo finally reentered the room he shirt off and his manhood hanging on full display, he held lube and a pack of condoms in one hand, “you brought this on yourself, Mrs Gojo” he chuckled and you clenched around nothing, this is exactly what you were egging for, Gojo always loved playing house and when he brought it into the bedroom well let’s just say it lead to some of the best sex you’ve had or ever will have and you’d like to think the feeling is mutual on Gojo’s part too.

Gojo strutted over and knelt down behind you, he squeezed a large dollop of lube of his member before doing the same to your tight ring and massaging it in, “please fuck me husband” you moaned and pushed your ass out further as his finger rubbed circles against your hole, “huh, you want it in now? But I wanted a taste” he teased knowing you hate having your ass eaten, “no, I want your cock… not your tongue, please I hate it” you whine and Gojo laugh out, he then begins to rub his tip against you and it made you wonder when he had time to slip a condom on. With little resistance Gojo began to sink into your ass and with a strong thrust Gojo bottomed out, he groaned and held your hips tight, “holy shit, I could stay like this forever… your ass is all I need” Gojo hummed and something like it would have made you feel special had he not said it to you every time he was in you, Gojo made it quite clear you weren’t satisfying enough for him but he’d still say things like this. It hurt of course but you were certain you could live with it as long as he was happy, besides it’s not like you got nothing out of your arrangement with him, lavish gifts and living arrangements paid for, all for the small price of living in loneliness and inadequacy.

You felt Gojo’s hand reaching around to your front and he pressed his fingers against your clit, before slowly tracing small circles, it was a stark contrast to his rough thrusts. You moaned and whined rocking your hips back to meet his thrusts, it all felt too erotic for you and suddenly you felt yourself slipping into ecstasy, Gojo groaned and grabbed your breasts pulling you up and back against his chest as he moaned, sucking on your neck and shoulder.

You were laying on your bed naked with Gojo’s head resting on your chest while he lightly suckled on your nipples, your fingers brushed though his hair and you chuckled, “are you a baby now or something?” You smiled brushing the hair from his eyes, this was very comfortable for Gojo and it probably wasn’t wise that you tease him but he didn’t respond only nipping at the side of your breast before moving to the next one, you sighed and blushed as you continued to watched him. “Are you waiting for milk? Cause you’ll go hungry before you get any” you wrapped your legs around his waist, however despite all your teasing Gojo only closed his eyes and continued suckling, this course you to give up and let your eyes drift to the ceiling.

Maybe if this man wasn’t so easy to love you’d be able to be the heartless sex machine his wanted but then Satoru Gojo would do things like this, where he’d hold you and act all cute and innocent, playing make-believe family with you and allowing you to cradle and comfort him, it made you fall deeper into his arms, you loved this man so much that maybe you’d started to resent him; because how could you be so stupid to fall in love with someone who wants nothing to do with you.

More from the ‘Sugar Daddy’ series:

Masterlist (coming soon)

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Next - Hizashi Yamada: Radio Sugar.

[herlondonboy]

Kinks

Pairings: natasha romanoff x gn!reader / avengers x platonic!reader

Summary: the og 6 hunts a serial killer that attacks people that look like one of their dearly beloved

Warnings: dark!reader, murder, mentions of sex, weird kinks. This was originally written as a Jennifer Jareau fanfic, so its set in a Criminal Minds Universe. No powers or anything.

Word Count: 1.8k

You wondered how long you would be in the conference room before you could leave. You were beginning to get antsy. Sitting around, cooped up all day, waiting to catch the unsub. The serial killer with an obsession for your wife. Natasha wasn’t allowed out of the police station and was under strict watch when they realised that she was who the unsub was fantasising about. You also hadn’t seen her in 25 hours, 26 minutes and 43… 45 seconds.

It was eating you alive to say the least.

“Maybe the unsub isn’t a crazed teenager with weird sexual fantasies.” Bruce suggested, deviating away from your original profile. “There’s one twice a week, right? Well, maybe they are messy. Maybe the unsub really didn’t mean to kill these people and they just got carried away.”

“How does that retract the idea of it being a teenager?” Steve asked, a frown on his face.

“Well, look.” Bruce pointed at the burn marks where the victim had been electrocuted. “Now Tony, can you pull up a picture of how the the Widow Bite stun batons burn people.”

“On it.” Tony nodded and within seconds there was a picture that was almost identical. It was barely noticeable, but the faint outline of a web was there. This person had been in the building.

Those batons your wife designed. She had been nicknamed the Black Widow because she lured men with her looks and voice before bringing them to their demise. She wanted something of her own and the BAU liked the idea and started making them. She was so proud. You were so proud. But now they were being used for evil. She’d never look at them the same again.

“Its a sex thing. We know that they engaged in consensual intercourse before the women’s death. I think this unsub likes when their partners are in pain. They might even have dacryphilia or be a masochist. The baton is probably how they inflict that pain. Nat could’ve turned this person down a while ago and with the news of her going through an adoption, they could’ve erupted. Hence, the trigger.”

“Good work, Bruce.” Steve patted him on the back. “Y/L/N, go ask Nat to write a list of boyfriends and girlfriends that she dated in high school that she kept in touch with, and people who she met in bars.”

You nodded and slowly stood up before making your way to see your wife. You were more than giddy. Hell, you were over to moon you got to hug and kiss the woman you loved more than anything in the world again.

“Distracted, love?” Nat asked when you walked in, practically looking at her with heart eyes.

“You’re so pretty, Natty.” You whispered, wrapping your arms around her waist, pulling her into you. “There’s no one that I love more than you.” She was the reason you woke up in the morning. Without her you’d be nothing. She kept you breathing, you loved for her and her only. You don’t know what you’d do if this unsub got their hands on her. In fact, you’d kill them yourself.

“I could say the same to you, handsome.” Natasha grinned, kissing your cheek.

“Ugh.” You groaned, pushing away from her. “You’re trying to woo me with those gorgeous eyes, aren’t you?”

“Oh, you know me so well.” Nat rolled her eyes. “What are you in for then?”

You blew a raspberry. “I need a list of all ex-boyfriends or possible suitors. Anyone that has approached you in a bar. He wouldn’t have taken it well when you told him you were married. Even descriptions are good.” You stated.

“Do you have a pen and paper?”

“Of course.” You nodded, handing her the items.

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“All of these people are clean.” Tony said in shock. “How often does that happen, huh?” He chuckled. You were currently with Natasha, tending to her needs as the rest of the team, Bruce, Steve, Tony, Clint, and Thor. “I guess that just leaves y/l/n.” Tony joked, But something in Clint’s mind clicked.

“A few weeks ago, three or so days before the killings started, Natasha came to me. She said that y/n had asked to do something during their sex. Nat said they pulled out their batons with a foreign smile on their face. Nat shot them down obviously and they never spoke about it again, but I’m sure you guys noticed a change in how they act around Nat, right?”

“Holy shit.” Thor breathed out. This was news. A shock to everyone around. You couldn’t… you wouldn’t. Their sweet y/n? You were the baby of the team. The youngest. Their child. Yet you… How could they be so blind? All of the signs were there. The way your arms would tighten ever so slightly whenever someone so much as looked at Natasha. How distant you had been during the investigation. They were disgusted with the thought that their genius, Anthony Stark’s own protégé, could be so cruel.

The way the knots around the woman’s wrists were tied with such care, shows that you were still the innocent little being, that you didn’t mean to kill them. But they knew what Natasha would think. If there was one thing she hated more than men, it was a cheater. Her mother had cheated on her father and ruined their family dynamic. You had taken Natasha’s heart and ripped it out of her hand and though she didn’t know yet, you were about to punch her in the gut.

You were sat on your phone, scrolling mindlessly through tweets when you were suddenly yanked to your feet. “You have the right to remain silent.” Clint said. He was on your right with Thor on your left.

“Hey, what the hell?” You asked, writhing around in your friend‘s arms.

“Anything you say can and will be used against you in a caught of law.” Clint said, ignoring you. “You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you.”

“I know my rights, Jackass. Let me go!” You yelled. you were placed into a chair in an interrogation room rather aggressively before being handcuffed to the table. “Let me out, Assholes! Let me out!” You continued to call out as the door was shut behind Clint.

“Calm down.” Clint said softly. You were shaking in anger. Your eyes were red and there were veins popping out of your neck. It was a scary sight. “We know you killed those people, y/n. Natasha turned you down so you got angry and went for the people that wouldn’t. You’re an attractive person, you take of that ring and everyone wants you, it’s crazy. But Natasha loves you. How could you do that to her?”

“I didn’t do shit.” You sat back in your chair, allowing your breathing to even out. Your fists still clenched and unclenched as did your jaw. Your anger and the look in your eyes was uncanny. Nothing they had ever seen before. “You think i’m what Natasha hates most? You think i’m her mother?” You scoffed before chuckling. “Well, kudos to you, Clinton! You cracked the case. I’ve been having sex with and accidentally murdering people with red hair, that all are 5’4 and that have the same body type as my wife before she doesn’t give me more than i deserve!” You raised your voice, slamming your hand down onto the table.

“I said calm down.” Clint repeated.

“No, i will not calm down! I did not murder those women, now i demand you let me go and allow me to see my wife.” You said. You saw Clint look down in thought and you assumed he heard something through the communications device planted in his ear.

He got up and left the room, shortly swapped with Natasha who had been filled in on everything. “Why did you do it, y/n?” Was the first thing she asked and you gulped. You couldn’t lie to her. You promised you wouldn’t. “Fucking look at me when im talking to you! Why did you do it?” She repeated lowly as you looked up at her. “Are you not going to talk?” She scoffed. Now that you got to look at her you could see the unshed tears in her eyes. It broke your heart.

“You’re too pretty to cry.” You murmured. But that seemed to be the wrong thing to say, but it was true. She was gorgeous, and now mascara was running down her face. You wanted to ravish her, to show her that she was the only one you could ever love. Her silent crying just spurred you on. It took a while, but she noticed you were getting horny when she heard you groan and saw you roll your head back in pleasure, rubbing your thighs together.

She jumped up in shock, slamming her hands on the table, making you jump and look up at her through hooded eyes. “You are crazy.” She spat.

“I did it because i love you! I love you unconditionally and yet the second i ask to do something for me you blow up. I didn’t bring it up again. I pushed it down and ignored it. But then Jennifer came along. You looked so similar and she was willing to please me. I could imagine she was you! That you were pleasing me.” You told her.

“How does any of that mean that you love me?” Natasha shook her head.

You ignored her, carrying on. “I took it too far with the electrocutions and killed her. But i apologised. You saw the note. I mourned. I experience the same emotions anyone else does. I am not crazy, Natasha. Im in love.”

It was so hard to believe. You, you of all people. You weren’t a murderer and yet you were categorised as a serial killer. You were a monster. Natasha couldn’t grasp the fact that she was going to raise kids with you. She would’ve taken one out of the adoption centre and placed it right in hell. And just like that, she was crying again. You wanted to beg her not to cry, but she stormed out almost immediately. Well, that could’ve been worse, right? She could’ve murdered you right then and there. Clint could’ve too. He and Natasha were basically siblings. You’d hate to be the one on the receiving side of their wrath. Oh, wait.

You didn’t have enough time go think before you were struck in the face. With the power of a thousand Gods. Your whole body convulsed and the chair slipped from under you as toppled over. The skin of your wrists broke around the metal cuffs and you gasped, collapsing to the ground with your hands up. You looked at the man that you once considered a brother and that once considered you a sibling through teary eyes. “Not so fun when its you crying, huh?” He asked. “Pathetic.”

[theduskyprincess]

Cooking with love - A Cassian X reader story

You heard the door open but didn't look away from the pile of papers scattered on the dining room table. You had recently come back from visiting your family in the Summer Court when Rhysand requested your presence at his townhouse. He needed a house to be built. A gift for Feyre. A home that would house his mate and his newborn son Nyx. Hopefully, become a home to any other children they may decide to have together. Those words went unspoken but the both of us heard it loud and clear. That was why you were hunched over the dining table that was pushed up against the window, trying to make Rhysand's dreams into reality.

"An architects dream is an engineers nightmare," you muttered under your breath. "Cauldron Rhysand" you continued, "this is structurally impossible to accomplish. Thank the cauldron you came to your Head Engineer to build you your house. Maybe I can knock some sense into you with a brick whilst I'm at it". You shook your head and let out an exasperated breath.

You heard a deep, rasping chuckle just behind your ear. The sound made your skin prickle and tingle with warmth, but didn't quite curb the irritation you felt towards your High Lord.

"What's Rhysand done now?", Cassian laughed in your ear as he banded his arms around you to hold you against his warm body. His chest pressed up against your back whilst his chin gently rested on the top of your head. He tucked his head in, the tip of his nose grazing your hair to drop a single kiss to your head. He took a deep breath in, your floral scent calming his soul and turned his head to the left to lay his cheek on top of your head.

You hummed and enjoyed the feeling of his secure arms. He was feared and revered by the people of the Night Court. Earning his title of the Lord of Bloodshed whilst he fought battles as a young Illyrian warrior alongside his two brothers. He had become hardened, both mentally and physically, from a young age to withstand all kinds of evil this world harboured. Yet, this fearsome and frightening warrior had a warmth inside him that drew you in. A steady ember that glowed brighter than his Siphons. A glow that was powered by friendship, loyalty and love. You had never believed that glow inside his chest would consume and encompass your heart too, for you loved him with all your soul. You weren't his mate, but, you fell in love with him anyways. He had fallen in love with you too. A friendship that grew into a mature love, rooted in mutual respect.

You pursed your lips. "He's got some pretty solid ideas which in theory should work but," you trailed off with a deep sigh, "it just needs a little bit more thinking from me. I can't seem to figure out how to execute this so that the staircase can actually hold the weight of his big head," you finished your sentence with agitation.

"Well, if there's anyone who can help Rhysand not fall flat on his face in his own home then it's my beautiful, accomplished wife." Cassian stated with determination. You tilted your head back to peer up at him through your lashes. Your eyes, squinted with suspicion, locked onto his honey coloured orbs, "Mhmm and it exactly why are you buttering me up, oh Lord of Bloodshed?"

"No reason", he uttered, "I just love you and know for a fact that you've likely spent your entire day trying to perfect this house for Rhysand and Feyre. I'm also 99.9% sure that you haven't eaten anything today." He was right. You hadn't eaten. Too stressed in trying to design a home for your two friends and their baby boy. They had gone through so much together and had done so much for Prythian that you wanted to create a home where they could feel cherished and loved. A place where they could create new memories together. Memories that one day could heal their broken selves and give them hope for the future.

Cassian stared down at you, a soft smile painted his lips and a glimmer twinkled in his eyes which told you that he knew exactly where your mind had gone. Letting go of your body, he grabbed your hand in his and tugged you away from the table towards the kitchen. "You", he said whilst pushing you down into a seat "sit here whilst I, Chef Cassian, cook you something delicious".

You chuckled watching Cassian flounce around the kitchen. He grabbed an apron from the top drawer to tie around his waist and then placed his hand on his hips, determined to create something delicious for you. You looked at him, eyes glazed with love and thanked the Cauldron for gifting you with a wonderful husband.

"This reminds me of our first date." you spoke, your words dripped in nostalgia.

"Yeah" he murmured back, " I remember it turning out to be a disaster and Rhysand having to put out a fire". You laughed at the memory. You weren't fond of going out and loved to spend most of your days inside your flat. Cassian had finally built-up the courage to ask you out and although you were giddy at the prospect of going out on a date with Cassian, you were still weary that this step may ruin your long lasting friendship. Cassian proposed that he cook for you in your flat, that way you would be somewhere comfortable and could relax. He was always so thoughtful about your feelings and his suggestion only made you feel more secure about going into a romantic relationship with him.

Turns out Cassian had never cooked anything in his life until that moment, always relying on Rhysand or the magic of the Windhaven house to feed him. Thankfully no-one got hurt after that date night fire fisaco, only Cassians pride. It resulted in you both deciding on taking cooking classes together for your dates. Leading to the both of you falling head over heels in love with each other and learning to cook different Court cusuines.

"Well, I loved that date night no matter how much of a disaster it was. It opened my eyes to you and how serious you were about me, about us," you spoke softly, eyes welling up with tears. " I think I started to fall in love with you then. You didn't even know how to cook back then but wanted to do something sweet and romantic just so I didn't feel uncomfortable out in public. And here you are today, feeding me because I forgot".

"You're my love. Looking after you is my privelege and joy" he replied. His words were short and sweet but I could feel every fibre of his love in those words. He plated up the food and placed it in front of me. "Eat up sweetheart", he said, tilting my face up to place a firm kiss on my lips. "Can't have the Night Court's Head Engineer low on fuel. Cauldron knows these houses won't stay up without you," he winked and walked away to wash the dishes. You smiled into your food and thanked the Cauldron one last time.

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! This is my first time writing fanfic. I hope I did a good enough write up and you all like it. I'm so nervous. I'm not a writer by nature so there's probably loads of spelling and grammar mistakea but I just wanted to give it a go and be part of a community that gives joy to readers like meee.

With love,

theduskyprincess

[farity]

The Choice, part 3

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Baratheon OFC

Summary:  Lucerys didn’t go to Storm’s End, Aemond ends up marrying one of the Baratheon daughters.

Warnings: Smut.

Part 1 - part 2

Aemond stood, arms crossed, while the Maester examined a flask full of liquid.

“This is ridiculous.”

“Your well being is not ridiculous, wife.”

Carys rolled her eyes.  “It’s been three days!  Clearly I am well, the bump on my head is almost gone.  I’ve been making water in a flask morning, noon, and night and everything is fine.”

“My prince,” the Maester said, “the princess seems to be in good health.  We can let a few days go by before I stop by again?”

“Hmm.”

“Aemond,” she admonished.  “I am well.”

“Stay in the keep,” Aemond said, “I want you to be close if we need you.”

“Very well, my prince.”  The older man nodded and walked out of their chamber.

“This is all a little excessive,” Carys said gently, going up to her husband and wrapping her arms around his waist.  

He looked down at her, placed a kiss on top of her head.  “Nothing is excessive when it comes to the ordeal you have just been through.  How is your maid?”

“Her headaches have gone away, but I fear her spirit is much shaken.  I will be keeping her inside the keep for a few weeks.”

“Will you come to dinner?”

She smiled up at him.  “I’d love to.”

* * * * * 

“I am so glad you are well, it must have been a dreadful time,” Helaena said, clutching Carys’s hand.  “I did not tell the children but they were asking where you were.”

Carys smiled.  “Now that I am allowed outside my rooms,” she said, glancing at Aemond, “I will visit them.  I have missed their mischief.”

“Nothing too wild,” Aemond said, ignoring the look she gave him, “no climbing or running.  Maybe some reading.”

Across the table, Aegon smiled.  “I like this.  None of that mad scampering about, the children are loud enough without further encouraging.”

“In this we agree, brother,” Aemond replied, “it is far too-”

Carys stood abruptly.  “I am going to sleep, I am clearly overtired from the extreme effort it took to walk here and lift food to my mouth.  Goodnight all.”  She walked out of the dining room without giving a backwards glance to Aemond.

She did not stop until she reached her chambers, where she hurled the door shut with all her might so that it made a terrible noise when it slammed closed.  

Treated like a fucking invalid, fussed over as if she was a newborn, assigned two guards to follow her any time she left the main building.  It was all too much.

“Carys.”

She did not turn.  Instead, she continued pulling off her gown and unbraiding her hair.

“Carys.”

“What do you want, Aemond?”

She sat on the edge of the bed in her shift, her back to him.

“Do you not understand what it did to me?”

She didn’t reply and continued undoing her braids.

She heard him approach but wasn’t prepared for him grabbing her arm and turning her around to face him.  “What in the seven hells?”

“Clearly, you have no idea what you being abducted meant to me, Carys, for you act like you bumped into a door instead of being taken by murdering bastards!”

The anger and fear in his face surprised her, and she found no words to throw at him.

“You, madam, think too little of yourself to believe it did not tear me apart to know you were in peril.”

“Aemond, I do not-”

“You, princess, do not comprehend the severity of what happened to you.”

She placed her hands on his chest as he pushed her down on the bed.  

“You have no pity for your husband, who feared you were dead.”

“Please, Aemond, I know I have been-”

“Difficult?  Meddling?  Interfering with every measure designed to keep you safe?”

She opened her mouth, but said nothing.

“Out of arguments?” he said, mockingly, although his eye lingered on her lips.  “I did not think that was possible, wife.”

“Aemond, please.”  She reached up to caress his face but he grabbed her wrist.  “I knew you would come for me.  I knew you would tear them to pieces for taking what’s yours.”

“And are you?”

“Am I what?”

“Mine.”

Carys met his gaze.  If he was asking what she felt for him he was asking for far too much.  She would not give him that, not this soon.  She swallowed.  “I am your wife.  Everything I brought to the marriage is yours.  Should we have children, they will be yours.  If you wish to banish me or worse, you would suffer no penalty for it.  I am yours in every way that counts.”

He lowered his face until he could kiss the spot under her ear, and she shivered.  “Aemond.”

“I was not referring to the law.”

She knew, and yet she could not tell him of her feelings.  Not when it was all that was left to her and her alone.  “Then what?”

“Forget it,” he murmured as he began kissing her neck.  “It matters not.”  He pulled up handfuls of her shift until he could pull it over her head, leaving her bare.  Grabbing her ankles, he pulled her to the very edge, and set his mouth between her thighs.

She moaned, the sound feeding his need, and her hands went to his hair, her delicate fingers wrapping themselves in his long locks.  He worked her relentlessly through every roll of her hips, every whimper and whine.  

When she began to pant, he slipped two fingers inside her.  She was so tight, and moaned again when he spread those fingers apart within her.  He sucked on the tender flesh he had been licking and nipping at, and she screamed, her hands tightening painfully in his hair as she came.

He pulled her hands off, knelt on the bed between her legs, looking down at her disheveled hair, her flushed cheeks.  

“I want-”

“What do you want, princess?”

She was breathing hard still, but she rose on her elbows.  “I want to do the same to you.”

Aemond smirked.  “Not exactly the same.”

Carys rolled her eyes at him.  “Let me,” and began to sit up, but he pushed her back down.  “What?”

“I want to finish inside you,” he said.  “Do you know that the night I met you I imagined you heavy with my child?”

Her eyes flashed fire at him but she said nothing.

“Your belly swollen, your breasts heavy.”  He began pushing inside her.  “A babe in your arms.  Our babe.”

She wrapped her legs around him.  “A babe with silver hair and my eyes.  A dragon’s egg in the crib.”

He began pumping his hips, pressing her wrists into the bed on either side of her head.  “More than one.”

“Probably a girl or two,” she smirked up at him, but he was watching her breasts bounce with every thrust.  “Maybe all girls.”

Aemond let go of her wrists to wrap her up in his arms and she began kissing and biting his neck, laughing when he started cursing.  “Give me a child,” she whispered in his ear, and felt him thrust one last time as his release overtook him.

* * * * * 

Later, he watched her walk around, shamelessly naked, to pour some wine.  She'd yanked off his hair tie at some point so his hair was loose and he found that he was perfectly at ease without the eyepatch as well.  

She handed him a cup and sipped from her own.  “I like your hair like that.  I should not, for it’s prettier than mine, but I do.”

Aemond laughed.  “Your hair is lovely, Carys.  You are lovely.”

She peeked at him from under her lashes.  “I’m glad you think so.”  

“Do you doubt it?”

Carys shrugged, but he saw something in her eyes.  “Father called me ‘runt’.”

“I shall have his head stricken from his body if you wish.”

She laughed, and placed her cup on her night table to lay down next to him, letting him wrap an arm around her back.  “I am sorry you were so distressed by my ordeal.”

There is more, he thought, and said nothing.

“I was terribly afraid at the beginning, but then I knew you would find me.  And you did.”  She pressed a kiss on his bare shoulder.  “When I saw you, I realized they were doomed.  And I was so happy to see you.”

“Were you?”

“Yes,” she continued.  “I find that, uh, I am quite fond of you.”  She turned to reach for her wine, taking a few sips before she put the cup back down.

He merely smiled when she turned back to him.  “You are very dear to me, wife.”

As she settled against him and he pulled the covers to her shoulders, Aemond wrapped himself around her, the sweet scent of her hair lulling him to sleep.  Patience was something he had in spades, and it would serve him well here as well.

* * * * * 

“Did you have to marry the strangest one of them?”

Aegon stood next to his brother, scowling at the sight of Carys practicing with a dagger alongside Ser Criston Cole.  

Aemond shrugged.  “She wishes to be able to defend herself and that is something I would not deny her.”

“I think there is very little you would deny her, brother.  It is worrisome to see.”  When Aemond said nothing, Aegon continued.  “One’s wife and children should not interfere with one’s life and pleasures.”

“There is no danger of that happening to you, brother, you continue to drink more than a Braavosi sea lord.”

Aegon gave his brother a dirty look.  “I drink just the right amount.  Be careful, brother, I can see her bringing much change to your life,” he added before walking away.

“Yes,” Aemond said to himself.  “I can see that, too.”

Ser Criston bowed to Carys, giving her a few more pointers before Aemond joined them.  “My prince, your wife is a fast learner.”

Carys beamed at the compliment, “thank you, Ser Criston.  I am learning much from you.”  She took the arm Aemond offered and walked with him back inside.  “Was Aegon telling you to send me back to Storm’s End?”

“As he does every day.”  He smiled at her sudden burst of laughter.  He should have kept track, but he was sure he had smiled more since bringing Carys to King’s Landing than he had in the previous ten years of his life.  “I shall refuse, as I do every day.”

“Oh well, then, husband,” she whispered, “I shall endeavor to stay on your good graces.”

He felt the gut punch of lust at the intimate tone in her voice and decided to walk to their chambers.  “I have an idea or two of how you might do that.”

To his surprise, she was blushing when he looked down at her.  “Unless, you do not feel inclined to-”

He was pulled into a darkened corner and then she was in his arms, her hands eagerly caressing his face as she kissed him.  He felt her fingertips, soft as butterflies, brushing over the parts of his scar left visible by the eyepatch.  Pulling away, she smiled up at him.  “I am very much inclined to.”

He managed to get them to their rooms before she began tugging and pulling at the fastenings on his clothes and in turn, he started divesting her of her gown.  She muttered something unholy at him when he turned her around to undo the lacing, then gasped when she felt his blade cut straight through them.  

“You are so very clever, Aemond,” she turned around and stepped out of her dress.  Wearing only her shift, she undid her simple braid as he pulled off his tunic and then began undoing the laces on his breeches.  When she began pushing down the garment, she knelt down, her eyes on his.

She smiled when his eye widened as she ran her hands up his thighs.  “I said I wanted to do this.”

“Carys,” he whispered.

She began stroking him, wrapping her hands around him, and then took him in her mouth.  

Aemond cursed, his hands fisting at his sides.  The feel of her lips and tongue on him, the sight of her on her knees before him, the knowledge that she wanted to pleasure him, he wondered if fate had truly decided to favor him with a loving wife.

Not wanting to finish in her mouth, he pulled her up, dragging her to the bed after he pulled the shift over her head. 

“Was I doing something wrong?”

“No, harpy,” he replied, and she smiled at the familiar word, “I don’t want to come in your mouth,” he let her push him onto his back and cursed again when she straddled him and slowly lowered herself onto him.

She began rocking her hips, her dark hair swirling around her as she moved.  Aemond’s hands went to her breasts and she placed her own hands on top of his.  “I love the way you touch me,” she murmured, “I crave your touch, Aemond.”

He pulled her down to kiss her, sinking his hands into her hair as she continued to move.  “I have decided, Carys.  You are mine.”  He turned so that she was on her back and nipped at her neck.  “In every way that counts,” he said, repeating her earlier words.

Carys wrapped her arms around him as he continued raking his teeth across her skin.  “Then you belong to me, Aemond.  I won’t have it otherwise.”  She moaned when he started thrusting into her.  “Ours might be the fury, but mine is the dragon.”

He kissed her, over and over, chanting her name until he felt her fluttering around him, until she cried out and whispered his name, until he finally let her take him with her.

* * * * * 

“I thought you might like something made especially for you.”

Carys looked up from her writing.  She was sending a raven to her father to wish him a joyous name day, and her eyes landed on the small box in Aemond’s hands.

“Oh?”

He opened the lid to reveal a small sheath embellished with a dragon on one side and a stag on the other.  “For your dagger.”

Her face lit up with a smile, “Aemond!  It is beautiful, thank you!” she rose to kiss him, then took the box from him.

“It took longer than I expected, but I wanted their most experienced leatherworker to make it.”  He tied it to the waistband of her dress, and once the fabric was folded back over it, it was completely hidden from sight.

“It is perfect.”  She looked past him to the Maester waiting discreetly by the door.  “Oh, excuse me a moment.”  She rushed to the older man and exchanged a few words with him.

Aemond kept his eye on her but waited by her desk until the Maester left and she returned.  “Are you ill?”

“No, not at all,” she said.  “But as it turns out, I also have something that has been especially made.”

* * * * * 

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[bunnyreaper]

say you’ll remember me

pairing - gabriel reyes x f!reader wc -  1,800 ish warnings - fluff and angst, unrequited love, implied sexual content notes - au ficlets based off the prompt of dream, also on ao3!

Congratulations on your engagement, reads the card. You gush over how adorable the design is and grow more excited upon opening it to see everyone's names scribbled within.

Everyone you both loved had come together, filling every inch of the card with love.

"We always knew you'd end up together." "To Mr and Mrs Reyes." "Here's to forever with your true love." 

The well wishes go on, and as you read each one aloud, he presses gentle, chaste kisses along your bare shoulder, your slender neck.

You feel so right in his arms, talking with elation about how much you can't wait to be his wife. You snuggle back into him, resting your head on his chest--making both of you feel complete. Gabriel has never felt so whole in his entire life, yet he knows the feeling will only grow with each day--when you finally become his till death do you part.

He never in a million years thought he'd have this. That through SEP, Overwatch, Blackwatch, and beyond, he'd find you. His perfect match, his true love.

He closes his eyes for a moment, overwhelmed with contentedness, and when he opens them again, you're no longer cuddled on the couch.

You're both curled up in bed, both naked and spent, a sheen of sweat covering you both. Pleasure trickles throughout his entire body, and you're both unsure where one of you ends and the other begins.

You both feel him softening, feel the way his seed leaks out of you--but the real treat is the way he holds you in his arms, both of you feeling safe and completely like you belong.

There's not a place in the world that either of you would rather be.

"That was amazing." You sigh, your voice breathy.

He presses a kiss to the top of your head, before tilting up your chin and kissing you with every fiber of his being.  "I love you so much, Y/N."

You kiss him back with equal passion, and can't fight the smile off of your face as you cling to him. "I love you too Gabriel, with everything I have."

"Commander Reyes?"  

Your voice pulls him out of his dreams, along with the gentle touch on his shoulder—he comes slamming back into the harsh reality.

"The dropship isn't far out now." You whisper, knowing he'll be eager to get back to base.

After the firefight, the two of you had been left stranded, surrounded by smoldering buildings and dead Omnics. It wasn't what either of you were expecting.

Reyes had spent every last scrap of energy getting the two of you to safety, so while you waited for evac, you promised to watch over him as he slept. Granted, it wasn't ever going to be great, the pair of you using rubble as pillows.

At one point, the Commander's head had drifted onto your shoulder, until he woke up with a start.

He takes a good few moments to fully adjust, realizing where he is and what just happened.

"Thanks." His voice is quiet and measured. "ETA?"

"5 minutes." You reply softly, a kind, friendly smile on your face. Now he has no use for your shoulder, you shuffle away.

He nods simply fighting back the thoughts swimming in his brain. He was used to it, the embers of his inappropriate crush, but he usually had a better handle on it.

Right now, he felt like he was bleeding out, left on the battlefield to die. It had nothing to do with the fight and everything to do with the ache of waking. Of realizing that all you'll ever be to him is an agent, because he would never think you could love him like the woman who wanted to be his wife.

He observes you silently, noticing the way you tap your fingers across your gun with anxious impatience, and that you still look so beautiful after everything you've been through. You hadn't known each other long, but he knew you to be dependable, and uncharacteristically, he was completely smitten.

"(Y/N)." He starts, unable to use your rank after feeling so intensely close to you. He realizes quickly he doesn't know what to say--how can he explain how he suddenly feels so close to you, knowing you don't feel the same?

"Yes, Commander?" Your use of his title gives him whiplash.

Mr and Mrs Reyes, he thinks, the ones in the dream—they have to have started somewhere.  

Every cell in his body screams to say something, to make that first step and hopefully set you on the course of events that would lead to you being just as close as you were in the mirage.

Distant whirring interrupts his thoughts, and whatever words were going to come next die on his tongue.

"You did good today." He smiles to try and disguise his pain.

"I didn't do much, thank you for getting me out of there." You offer meekly.

"I've got your back." His words are certain and earnest.

"I've got yours too."  

He wonders if that's the closest he'll ever get to hearing I love you leave your lips. Each praise or affirmation from your lips makes him soar, and yet still leaves him yearning.

His thoughts go around in circles, desperately trying to think of ways to bridge the gap between what he had felt and the chasm between you now.

You two pull yourself up from the pile of rubble, ready to head out to board the dropship.

"Can I ask you something?" It's you who breaks the silence, your eyes fixed shyly on him.

"Sure." He can't bear to meet your eyes.

"What were you dreaming about?"

Had he said her name aloud? Moaned at the height of the dream?

"Why?" His gruff demeanor doesn't appear any more defensive than he usually is—even if he most certainly feels it. He finally meets your eye, seeing softness there instead of judgment as you begin to speak.

"You had this little smile on your face, and you looked so peaceful. It was nice."

"My wife." He huffs a laugh. "Though, she only exists in the dream."

"Oh." He can see a range of emotions flicker across your face, as you seem uncertain how to react. "Well, I hope one day you find her for real."

He laughs at the cruel irony and turns away—wondering how after today, things will ever be the same between you two again.

"Cariño." His voice is a blessing as it drifts into your dream, the most heavenly sound you could imagine.  

"I missed you so much. I'm sorry I haven't seen you in a while..." You turn, immediately falling into his embrace. Your hands slip to caress his face, tracing his skin as you desperately refamiliarise yourself with his visage.  

He holds you in return, the touch of his skin on yours bringing you deep peace you haven't felt in his absence.  "Not been sleeping well?" 

He knows you haven't because you've barely seen him.  

"Something like that." You sigh, letting the stress melt away, the problems barely touching you now you're together. "It's this double-edged sword, of missing you and needing you, and then those thoughts keeping me away from you."

"We're together now." He kisses your forehead sweetly as he reassures you.  

Your fingers drift across his skin, sweeping to his brow. "You have a new scar."  

"Nasty fight." He brushes it off with a smile. "Don't worry about it."  

"How can I not?" 

He smirks, removing your hands from fussing so he can kiss them. "Maybe you could kiss it better." 

You stand on your tiptoes, your lips pressing gently against the jagged cut. "My warrior." 

"Now let me kiss you properly." His voice lowers to more of a growl, as he rushes to kiss you senseless. His large hands hold you still as his lips caress yours, his tongue making love to you.

He pulls away momentarily, leaving you dizzy beyond belief. 

"If you keep kissing me like that, we're not going to stop at just kissing." You smirk, your body already buzzing in a way that's only possible with him. 

"I don't want to stop until you're screaming my name." His kisses fall to your neck as his hands grasp at your flesh. "I can't get enough of you.'

"I can't either, fuck." You sigh dreamily as he paws at you, claiming your body for his own.  

"That's it, baby, let me hear those sounds." He purrs. "Say my name."  

"Yes!" His name is on the tip of your lips when—

You wake with a start, your heart immediately aching at his absence. Your skin feels cold, your bed feels empty. It's as if his lips and his touch were right there, only to be ripped away.

You scramble to the nightstand, desperate to grab the sketch pad so you can start sketching what you remember.

His locks of hair, his dark eyes, the dog tags around his neck. It's so familiar and yet so achingly distant. This time you got close, or closer at least, to knowing more about the man who always comes back to your dreams.

You suppose it's a sign of your loneliness, that you keep having the same dreams over and over, that his face keeps appearing and he acts like he's loved you for a lifetime already.

With a final stroke of the pencil, this sketch is complete—his adoring eyes staring at you as he strokes your face.

You swap the sketchpad for your phone, navigating to your messages.

"I dreamt of him again..."  

Your friend replies almost immediately.

"Oh (Y/N), we need to get you a date."  

You smirk at your phone, locking it and heading into the kitchen, ready to start your day. You flick the coffee pot on first, then the TV, and immediately drift to thoughts of what mornings with him might be like as you grab a mug.

"With another successful high-profile mission completed, the group ended with a press conference with the man behind it all, Strike Commander Morrison."

Admittedly, you didn't pay too much attention to Overwatch, especially in these more peaceful times. Strike Commander Morrison was always making great speeches though. Your eyes were fixated on the screen, focusing on Jack Morrison until your eyes drift to the grumpy visage of the man standing behind him to the left.

The mug you were holding falls to the ground, smashing into dust.

There he is—the man from your dreams.

Unlike Jack, all blonde hair and Overwatch blues, he's dressed in darker tones with a beanie perched on top of his head.

The frown on his face is one you haven't seen much in your dreams, and it makes your soul yearn to reach out and comfort him.  You want to earn those sweet smiles he gives you, and see the tension lift from his shoulders.

But this man, he's not yours. He isn't the one in your dreams.

Because even if he looks just like him, the man in your dreams isn't real.