#my wife is finally getting some attention bless her

[shauni-will-never-write]

how we feeling about Resplendent Rhajat

How we feeling about WHAT

oH MY GOD

I DIDN'T KNOW SHE WAS GETTING A RESPLENDENT, THIS IS AMAZING

Thank you for telling me, anon!! I'm not a big fan of the fairy-themed alts, but I think she looks pretty nice :D

[heytheredelulu]

To Have and To Hold-

And to Fuck Whenever I Want

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

ALL OF MY WORK IS 18+

Word Count: 1.5k

C/W: Shameless smut. It’s our favorite dirty talkin’, 107 year old super soldier fucking you (his wife) on your period.

Gimme beefy Bucky coming home late, long after his kids are in bed for the night and finding his pretty little wife curled up on the couch with a frown on her perfect face, watching some shitty ass movie.

His cock twitches in his jeans at the sight of you in his tshirt and an audible groan rises up from his throat when he rounds the corner completely and notices you’ve chosen to forgo pajama pants altogether. Those innocent little cotton briefs of yours always do him in.

“What’s wrong, momma?” He asks in a low, gravely voice as he takes a seat next to you on the couch, resting a large hand on your bare thigh.

“Cramps.” You reply flatly, not taking your gaze off the garbage rom-com playing on the tv, though you’ve seen it numerous times.

“Oh.” He breathes out, glancing over his shoulder at the dry-erase calendar hanging on the wall in the kitchen that you use to manage your large family’s schedule. “Hm. Two days early?” He asks.

“Yeah, two fucking days early.” You snap, shifting in your seat.

He keeps his grasp firm on your thigh, offering an affectionate squeeze.

“You feelin’ that bad, huh?” He asks in a soft voice that he reserves only for you.

You nod, finally pulling your attention away from the television and turning it onto him. The only light source in the room at this time of night is from the flashing scenes across the flatscreen but that little bit of illumination is all he needs to see how glassy your eyes are.

“Oh, baby girl.” He murmurs, pushing your hair back off your face. “Lemme take care of you.”

You shake your head, knocking free a few of the tears that had been brimming your lash line. “No, there’s nothing you can do to help.”

He scoffs, his hand sliding up the soft flesh of your thigh until his fingertips brush the hem of your underwear.

“No. Baby, no.” You protest, bringing your hand down to stop him but his vibranium hand is faster, catching your wrist and pushing it away.

“Yes. Baby, yes.” He muses, slipping his index finger under the fabric and gently wrapping the string of your tampon around it.

“Bucky, that’s disgusting.” You hiss, frowning at him. “I’m on my period.”

He lets out a low, breathy chuckle as he slowly and carefully begins to tug. “It’s just blood, momma. You think me of all people would be bothered by blood?” He asks softly.

You pause, considering your answer but in your silence he continues. “Besides, wasn’t that part of the vows we exchanged in that sweet little church before God? To have and to hold and to fuck whenever I want?”

“That was not in our vows and you know it.”

“Hm, they weren’t? We should consider renewing those.” He replies with a crooked smirk as he pulls your tampon free, tossing it over the couch and into the waste bin with precision.

“I gotta be honest, baby girl. If the good lord hadn’t intended for me to fuck you everytime my cock was hard, he wouldn’t have blessed you with such a perfect little pussy.”

“Bucky..” you warn, sitting upright as he rises off the couch.

He shushes you, his large hands moving to unbuckle his belt as your eyes settle on the tented crotch of his jeans.

“If you think-“ He mumbles, pulling the leather through the silver buckle and unbuttoning his jeans with his thick fingers. “That I’m not going to bury myself balls deep inside my wife any and every chance I get- you are sorely mistaken.” He tells you matter of factly, tugging his jeans down his defined waist and kicking them unceremoniously aside in a pile at the foot of the couch. “Now take off those sweet little panties before I tear them off of you.”

You hesitate, swallowing down the whimper that rose up in your throat at his command.

“I said, off.” He repeats sternly, stepping out of his boxers and wrapping a hand around his weeping cock. He pumps himself lazily once, twice, in your hesitation before letting out an impatient growl and reaching forward to curl his vibranium fingers under the waistband of underwear, not allowing you a second more to protest before tearing them effortlessly off of your body.

“Now, are you gonna follow my instructions or will I have to pick you up and set you down where you belong?” He asks in a gruff whisper, his blue eyes darkening with desire.

“And where exactly do you think I belong?” You ask him defiantly, pulling at his last thread of patience.

“You-“ He growls, grasping your wrists in a punishing grip and yanking you to your feet. He jerks you towards him as he looms over you, his head dipped down to hold your gaze and his impossibly hard cock pressing against your abdomen, leaving a smear of precum across the soft skin of your belly.

“You belong wrapped around me.” He murmurs, cupping your jaw gently and brushing the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip in an affectionate sentiment that felt like such a stark contrast to the aggression he’d just been displaying. It was the little gestures that betrayed that dominance in him, that assured you that this powerful man standing so needy before you loved you so much that he’d do anything for you without question.

You lean into his touch and he lets out a low and breathy moan.

“You belong wrapped around me, momma.” He continues. “Crying out my name. Soakin’ my cock with your sweet, sweet-“ He pauses, his length twitching as he sucks in a sharp breath. “Fuck, I need you.” he chokes out, settling his hands on each side of your hip and he lifts you effortlessly, sinking you down inch by inch onto his throbbing cock.

He plants his feet and bends his knees, supporting your weight as he cups your ass, kneading the soft flesh while he allows you the opportunity to anchor your arms around his neck. A shameless moan rises from your throat, your head tipping back in the pleasure of him buried balls deep within you as he walks you backwards to press your back to the wall. A low and cocky chuckle is all the warning he gives you before he draws his hips back, thrusting up into you hard enough to kiss your cervix. Choked gasps tear from your chest as he picks up a steady rhythm, massaging your aching walls with every deep rut of his hips.

“I thought-“ He hissed through gritted teeth, dipping his head to nip at your pulse point. “You said nothing would help.”

You shake your head, mumbling incoherently and letting your head fall against your shoulder to allow him further access to the sensitive skin of your neck. “Seems like it’s helping.” He muses, licking a long stripe up the column of your throat. You whimper, tightening your legs around his waist as he slows his pace into long, deep strokes, groaning as he savors the way you grip him, the feeling of your building orgasm causing his hips to stutter just the slightest.

“Fuck, momma. You have.. the most.. perfect.. cunt.” He rasps out, emphasizing each of the last words with a brutal thrust.

You break with that last deep roll of his hips, the tension that was coiled tight in your abdomen snapping with a burst of white hot ecstacy, a broken cry escaping your heaving chest as your walls spasm around him.

“Oh God, that’s it. Come on my cock, come all over daddy’s cock.” He grunts, snapping his hips and increasing his tempo to fuck you through the dizzying waves of your release.

“Jamie..” You whimper, reaching a trembling hand to caress his jaw.

His name on your lips is the sweetest fucking sound, causing his breath to catch and his eyes flutter closed with a low and raspy moan. He turns his head to press a kiss to your palm before you trail your fingertips down his shoulders in a featherlight touch. He buries his face into your neck, his short, sharp pants hot against your skin, his movements growing sloppy and erratic as he hangs on by a mere thread.

“I’m- I-“ He chokes out, sinking his teeth into your shoulder to muffle the primal groan that rips through his chest as his balls draw up and his cock pulses, emptying himself inside you with one last powerful thrust.

He’s still for a moment, working to catch his breath before he tightens his arms around you, peppering gentle kisses along your jaw as he lowers you to the floor on wobbly legs and you sway, stumbling forward slightly.

“Momma.” He says softly, splaying a large hand against the base of your skull and drawing you into his chest. “You alright?”

“Yeah, baby. I’m alright.” You assure him, a hum of satisfaction rumbling in his chest under your ear. “I’m feeling much, much better.”

He smiles, tucking your head under his chin just to feel you close to him a moment longer.

“C’mon, baby. Let’s get you in a hot bath.”

His hands trail along your spine in a soothing motion, goosebumps prickling along your flushed skin in response to his touch.

“To have and to hold.” He whispers, pressing a firm kiss to your temple.

You grin against his chest, closing your eyes and inhaling his scent.

“And to fuck whenever you want.”

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[verinarin]

In your embrace, my eternal haven unfurls

fluff | Dr. Ratio x Fem! Reader | bathing with Veritas, Veritas taking care of reader who’s on her period, very domestic fluff

Authors note | you guys should definitely commission me to write fics so I could e6 him/srs dm me, also Franz Kafka…

You can’t sleep all night long, tossing and turning underneath the sheets, but you feel grateful for your attentive husband, even though he’s an asshole at work, he’s surprisingly patient whilst taking care of you and your unpredictable mood swings

Finally, after he embraced your body you were able to fall asleep with his warm hands wrapping comfortably around your stomach, acting like a natural heat pack, his face nuzzled closely on your neck, kissing the skin softly as he murmured his musings about you

Slowly the sun rises, you notice the sudden vacancy beside you. Your husband always wakes up right at 6 in the morning to workout, so he left you wrapped around the duvet, acting like a cheap imitation of his warmth

It’s not long before he’s back with a cup of ginger tea in his hand, “Are you up ?,” he softly asks as you feel his weight beside you. “Physically yes, mentally I just want to decompose,” you reply weakly

He simply sighs before putting the cup down on the drawer next to the bed, “I made you some tea, you should wake up and drink it,” his hand brush your hair in an attempt to coax you to wake up, “It’s ginger tea, it’ll help you relieve the pain and it also has anti-inflammatory properties,”

With a groan you finally manage to drag your body to sit up straight, he reaches forward to the cup and slowly blows it for you. Once he deems the temperature is to your liking he slowly places the rim to your lips and tilts it back slowly letting the orange liquid fill your mouth

“Is it good ?, I added a little bit of sugar,” he asks as he sets the cup down, “It’s very comforting,” you reply turning your head towards him, you lean forward and press a delicate kiss on his lips as a sign of your appreciation

“Now we have work to do, but I asked Aventurine to let us arrive a little bit late at the office,” he says as he stands up and kneels before you on the ground, “So for the next three hours I’ll be taking care of my wife,”

And with that, he carries you to the bathroom, “H-hey what are you doing ?,” your face flush red from his sudden affection, he’s not usually this romantic. He does not reply however, he simply chuckles before resting you on the corner of the bathtub, he then turn on the warm water and fills the bath with petals of rose and lavender, “It’s been a while since we soak together,”

“I’m on my period Veritas,” you huff, feeling disgusted by the idea of soaking with him, “Does that change anything ?,” he shrugs as he walks back towards the bedroom to bring back your cup of tea, “Just keep drinking this, you’ll do more good drinking than stating the obvious,” he huffs as he place the warm cup on your hand

You quietly sip on your tea as he prepares the bath, the calming aroma of lavender mixed with roses emanates from the water. Without any warning your husband takes off his shirt, revealing his sculpted back towards you, in a swift move he discards his shorts, leaving him bare and your face red

“You’ve been blessed by this sight countless of times, why are your cheeks more pigmented than before huh ?,” he chuckles as he crouches before you, your face warm and red from the sight of him, “I mean can’t I marvel at the sight of my husband,”

“I guess you could,” he smirks before setting your cup of tea elsewhere and starts to slowly undress you from your nightgown, “I-i can do it by myself,” you huff which he replies with a small chuckle

“Of course, you can, but that doesn’t mean you should,” he slowly drags your panties down to your leg, prepping kisses across your thighs, softly marking the skin with his lips until your feet, “Don’t get too close, I’m dirty,”

“You’re not dirty, not in the slightest ! but if you think you are I’m afraid that I don’t care about these ignorant and foolish opinion about yourself,” he mumbles as he leans forward and kisses your bare stomach, then his lips travel towards your sternum and end at your lips, consuming the spicy taste of ginger on your soft lips

“Such a romantic fool now are you ?, not like the first time we met,” you chuckle against his lips, you can feel a smile forming against your lips as he recalls how annoying he was to you, “Well perhaps I like to leave rude comments here and there so you would always think of me,”

“Well congrats, it worked I’m married to said asshole,” you laugh, making him smile in return as he sees that breathtaking radiance you exude. Not before long he swiftly carries you into the warm bath, he holds you close as he descends into the warm bath, the water is halfway filled so it’ll prevent it from flooding out of the tub.

He gently rests you on his muscular thigh, his face resting on your shoulder as he holds your waist, the tension on his muscles slowly alleviated as he’s embracing the warmth of the pristine azure and your bare skin, bathing by himself clears his mind, but bathing with you cleanse his soul and revitalise his whole being,

“In your embrace, my eternal haven unfurls,” he softly whispers beside your ear. He’s been yours for three years now but he never cease to admire you, his lips pressed against your head, inhaling your scent as his hands gently massage your sides, “Feels good ?,” he whispers against your neck as his trained fingers massage the points on your lower stomach to alleviate your cramps

You muster a relaxed sigh as you rest your head on his shoulder, his face now rest on your own shoulder enjoying the view underneath the pristine water, how delicate and soft your body looks against his own, at this point he knew he would be late to work, but he didn’t care at all, he has been yearning for a time well spent on his wife

“I long for you; I who usually longs without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you,”

[itsvenera]

Hi! I feel so blessed to have found your blog, your fluff is top tier 🫶🏻 Can I please request fluff for Kakashi x fem!reader where they take their son (who looks exactly like Kakashi) to meet Team 7 and they're all enamoured by baby Kakashi and how happy he is with wife reader? I feel like it'd be so cute~ I hope that's an alright request. Thank you so much! 😘

author's note: this is such a cute request and it has been sitting in my drafts for a while, since I have been waiting to be in the right mood for it! It was such a pleasure to write it and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do! Thank you for requesting! <3

If there was anything Konoha did best, it was celebrating.

Compared to many of the other villages, the Leaf had some form of a festival almost every month. The first Sakura trees have blossomed? Celebration. The war is won? Celebration. The Hokage has a birthday? Celebration. 6 months without any outside threats? Celebration.

For the outsiders these constant festivities were both bizzare and a bit foolish. They could only imagine how much money were spend from the yearly budget, yet somehow the village blossomed economically. The other Kages tried to ask Lady Tsunade more than once in the past how exactly do they manage to do that, but they could never get anything more than a smug smile from her.

You, unlike your husband, loved a good party. During events like this everything felt different - the people were happier, the streets were busier, even the air felt more fresh! You have been waiting for the Spring festival for a while now - not only because you loved trying all the delicious street food, but also because this year you were taking your baby with you.

Being only a few months old, your son was an exact copy of Kakashi. His hair, his eyes, his nose, his lips, even the way he pouted was absolutely the same as your partner. There were times when you sat next to his crib, looking at him for hours, trying to find at least one thing in his appearance that he may took after you. While there were none, you found solace in the fact that he showed at least some traits of your personality - the main one being obsessed with Kakashi, of course.

As you watched your husband gently rocking your child in his arms and whispering sweet words to him, you couldn't stop the smile from spreading wide on your lips. Kakashi hasn't noticed your presence by the door yet, too busy booping your baby's nose and listening to his happy laughter.

He was definitely the favourite parent.

"I can't believe I carried him for nine months and I am still the second best in his eyes", you finally said, making Kakashi whip his head in the direction of your voice. He smiled sheepishly at you, his one free arm extending for you to take.

"You know that is not true, my dove", he tried to reassure you, his attention moving back to the bundle of joy who kept twitching in his grip, "No one can replace mommy! Isn’t that right, little man?"

Almost if understanding his words, the baby turned toward you, reaching one of his small hands toward your face. You immediately melted at the gesture, before carefully grabbing it in yours and lying numerous small kisses on his little fingers.

“Do we really have to go?”, your husband groaned, looking at you pleadingly. If it was up to him the three of you would stay in your house, enjoying a cosy evening just playing and goofing around the living room. With his new role as a Hokage, your time together was limited anyway and he liked to grab any chance he got to spend a few hours with you at home.

“You were the one that promised Naruto you would finally let him see the baby”, you cocked one of your eyebrows and Kakashi immediately shut his mouth, knowing he cannot argue further.

Even since you told Team 7 that you are pregnant, Naruto has shown an enormous enthusiasm about welcoming the baby. He self proclaimed himself “the best uncle to ever exist” and has bought dozen of plush toys and clothes before you even found what the gender is. Both you and Kakashi found this amusing, yet cute, promising him that he would be one of the first people to see your son once he is born.

However, things didn't go as planned and since he was on a mission outside Konoha for the last three months and a half, Naruto was now one of the last people to meet your child. Sakura has asked you countless of times during this period to let her and Sasuke come to your house, but feeling it was unfair to Naruto, you refused every single time.

Now that the blonde was back, however, all three were eagerly waiting to meet the young Hatake.

Kakashi gently passed you the baby, while he went to the corridor to grab the baby carrier wrap he liked to use. One thing about your husband was that he absolutely refused to use a pram.

"It is safer for them to be close to me", he often said, not even hiding his overprotectiveness. Despite your baby already being the village's favourite, he only allowed people to watch him, but never touch him or hold him. It was almost like your son was some kind of a rare jewel, which was so delicate, it had to be admired from a far. And while you found Kakashi's behaviour funny, he was being very serious about it, going as far as to glare and hiss a warning at Guy and Genma every time they tried to pinch your baby's chubby cheeks.

Once the little one was safely wrapped against your partner, you both made your way toward the village centre, where you could already hear music sounding. The streets were flooded with both adults and children, who were all eager to try some foreign food and watch special performances. Every year there were entertainers coming from different lands, performing traditional songs and dances from their cultures. While you knew you couldn't stay for all of them, since you had to put your child to bed quite early, you were excited to see at least some.

You felt one of Kakashi's arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to him, while he shielded your son's body with the other one. While there were none real threats or risk for any of you, the amount of people made the man anxious. You were just about to grab his hand and try to make him relax, when Naruto's loud voice sounded from somewhere in front of you.

"Kakashi-sensei! Y/N! Over here!", he waved his hands energetically in the air, while both Sasuke and Sakura looked away embarrassed from his behaviour. Your smiled at the blonde, waving back, while your husband couldn't do anything else than let out a sigh.

Once you were a few meters away, the Uzumaki ran toward you, his whole face lighting up once his eyes met those of your son. He pushed past you, without even paying any attention to you, before leaning his head close to the baby's.

" Kakashi! That's your twin, dattebayo!", he shouted and moved his finger between his sensei and your son. Kakashi flicked his hand away, glaring harshly at his student. You sniffled a laugh, before you felt Sakura's hand on your shoulder. Turning around, you offered a smile to both her and Sasuke.

"Don't touch, step back and only watch from a distance", Kakashi instructed, his eyes narrowing at Naruto. The blonde, however, didn't acknowledge his words in any way, instead turning toward you.

"Can I hold him?", he asked, his blue eyes sparkling.

"No!", Kakashi immediately answered for you and you rolled your eyes at your husband, before moving toward the males.

"Of course you can!", before your husband can protest, you gave him a stare and he reluctantly picked up your son from the carrier wrap. He held him in his hands for a few more seconds, eyeing Naruto with suspicion.

"Be very, very, VERY careful!", he said, while passing the wriggling baby to the boy's stretched out arms, "And make sure to support his head! No, not like that... Naruto, I swear to Kami-"

You cut off the white haired male's rambling by wrapping your arm around his waist and placing your head against his shoulder. The Uzumaki was doing just fine, but Kakashi being Kakashi started to panic just at sight of someone else holding your little treasure.

The baby seemed to like the blonde, as he giggled, stretching his small hand toward his face. Sakura, who has been patiently waiting for her sensei to relax a bit, immediately rushed to her teammate's side, uncapable of controlling herself longer. She wriggled her forefinger in front of the child's face, her heart melting once he caught it.

"Hello, little one! I am auntie Sakura!", the baby grinned at her with its toothless smile and she let out an "aww" sound, before turning to you and your husband, "Kakashi-sensei, he really is your exact copy! Y/N, are you sure that's your child?"

You laughed at her joke, before shrugging your shoulders and pressing yourself closer to Kakashi.

"Trust me, I ask myself that every single day!"

Finally tearing your gaze away from Naruto and Sakura, you looked over to Sasuke, who remained frozen in his place. His eyes were focused on the little baby and there was a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips, but unlike his teammates he maintained a safe distance. Feeling someone was watching him, he turned his head in your direction, his cheeks going bright red once he realized you caught him staring.

"Sasuke", you smiled at him and everyone's attention went to the Uchiha, "Do you want to hold him too?"

The dark haired male gulped, his eyes widening. He nervously scratched his shoulder, his gaze going down to his feet.

"I...", he became silent, stealing one more glance at the baby. You found it almost amusing how he was a fearsome ninja that could take dozen of enemies at the same time, yet he felt scared to hold a tiny human.

Looking over at Naruto, you nodded your head, signalling him to pass your son to Sasuke. The blonde let out a huff, dragging his feet toward his teammate.

"Be careful! And hold the head!", he warned the Uchiha, who rolled his eyes in response.

"I know how to hold a baby, dobe! I am not stupid!"

"Language!", Kakashi warned next to you and you looked up at him, only for him to shake his head. It must've been hard dealing with these two for so many years, yet you knew your husband wouldn't had it any other way.

At this moment, surrounded by so much love and happiness, you felt like you finally had everything you wanted in life - an amazing husband, a healthy child and enormous support by anyone around you. If you could choose to re-live only one moment of your life, it would be this.

"You okay, my dove?", Kakashi whispered and you nodded your head, laying a small kiss on his covered chin.

"Never been better."

Unbeknown to you, all of Team 7 smiled at both of you, admiring how happy their sensei was. After decades of suffering and loss, Kakashi took the leap of faith and opened his heart to you. While he was unsure in the beginning if he was ready to be with someone and have a family, looking back he was glad he did.

Pulling down his mask, he laid a soft kiss on your forehead, before nuzzling his nose against it.

"I love you."

"I love you more."

cc artwork: Pietro Smurra

[tender-rosiey]

Hello. Can I ask imagine (or headcannons, if it would be more convenient for you) for Mori Ogai, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Nikolai Gogol (separately) and their fem!s/o? Their child is jealous of his mother (s/o) to his father and tries to take all the attention of his mother to himself. Please.

“PAPA GET AWAY FROM MAMA!”

— your child being jealous of dazai, fyodor, chuuya, nikolai and kunikida

a/n: I do hope that this is what you wanted and that you like it <;33

DAZAI OSAMU:

dazai never thought he would be bestowed the blessing or the bliss of having a family, but here he is. he has you wrapped in his arms and he is certain that nothing could feel better than this.

however, it is eerily quiet in this household and osamu guesses it’s because the little devil is asleep, the little devil being his son.

his son looks exactly like you, but my god if the kid doesn’t have the same amount of love dazai has for you then dazai doesn’t know what does he have.

the kid never lets him have his time alone with you and for some reason is genuinely upset whenever you and dazai hug or kiss.

that’s why dazai is making the most out of his time today.

he starts pressing kisses to your shoulder, “it’s been a while, right, belladonna?” your fingers find their way through his hair and dazai smiles instantly, “my pretty wife.”

alas, good things don’t last because the both of your are snapped from your sweet moment by the offended and sob-filled screech of your son.

the kid is balling his eyes out at the scene and starts screaming, “GET AWAY FROM MOMMY!”

dazai’s eyes widen; however, before he responds, you push him away and run to your son to coddle him and calm him down.

dazai pouts but lets it go because his son probably needs the hug.

but, what dazai didn’t expect was that his son would grin and stick his tongue out at his dad.

dazai is flabbergasted, but smiles back.

“she was and is my wife before being your mom,” he whispers and winks pointing at the ring on his finger.

your son frowns and simply huffs, assuming that you’re clueless to what the heck is happening while you’re hugging him.

your, petty, husband also believes that this banter would go unnoticed by you so he sticks his tongue out at his son and his son gasps quietly.

well, they’re both equally stupid cause you obviously know, but oh well.

FYODOR DOSTOYEVSKY:

never in a million years did he imagine that the person who would challenge him in everything would be his own daughter, his way too smart for a 7 year old, daughter.

today, she saw him hugging you from the back while you were cooking and decided that it’s enough time with you for him.

“father,” she calls out and he hums in response.

“that’s enough time with mom; get away,” she says calmly and he doesn’t look at her and instead tightens his hold on you and whispers, “milaya, you look breathtaking, today.”

you shake your head with a smile and a small, rare chuckle escapes fyodor.

“father, please distance yourself from mother,” she says one last time, patience running out.

fyodor looks at her, “and if I don’t, dear?”

she blinks up at him then kicks him in the shins. he staggers, surprising both himself and you. he looks at his daughter with a frown, “how courageous of you, my dear daughter.”

“cry me a river; we agreed that we each get one hour with mom!” and there comes out the you in her. she smiles the moment you pat her head, signaling for her to go wait for you at the couch.

she bolts there and leaves you and your husband to be. fyodor finally stands up and looks at you with a barely visible pout that has increased in appearances since you gave birth to your dear daughter, “y/n.”

“yes, fedya?”

“our daughter kicked me in the shins.”

you raise an eyebrow, “and you didn’t guess she would?”

“of course, I did,” he looks at her, and somehow your husband who often is known for his intelligence seems like some jealous baby, “but I thought she wouldn’t do it in front of you, at least.”

“well, I didn’t see anything,” you sing and he smirks lightly.

“teaming up on me, are you?”

you shrug, “how can I ever?”

“what a cruel wife you are,” he mumbles right beside your ear and you merely roll your eyes.

NAKAHARA CHUUYA:

sometimes, you feel like you’re a rope being tugged between your son and husband. they are both equally possessive and both have quite the tempers and you have to act like the peace keeper most of the time.

today was no different; however, you have decided to simply watch from the sidelines this time.

“dad! I am gonna marry mom! don’t fight me about it!” your son says confidently.

your husband feels a vein pop, “you little— you can’t marry her! she’s already married to me!”

“no she isn’t!”

“yes she is!”

“what’s your proof?” your son says with a smirk that he definitely inherited from his father, but who’s counting.

your husband narrows his eyes at him and huffs and goes to your shared bedroom. your son giggles and runs towards you, “finally! mom, can I have a hug please?”

you open your arms and your son wastes no time jumping into your embrace making you smile and pat his back. you’re kind of surprised that chuuya didn’t fight back as hard today; maybe you guessed today’s outcome wrong—

you’re quickly proven to have indeed guessed it right as your chuuya appears in all his glory holding your wedding photo, the marriage certificate, and proudly showing off his ring.

your son’s eyes widen, “what is this?”

“the proof that me and y/n are married,” he replied smugly and you sigh.

“w-well, she doesn’t have the same ring as yours!” your son stammers and your husband simply smirks and points at your left hand.

you’ve never heard your son screech so loudly in all his 6 years of living as his eyes lay on your ring.

he jumps away from you, clutching his heart, “mom, what is the meaning of this?!”

“of what exactly?”

“YOU’RE MARRIED TO DAD??” he gasps and you chuckle lightly because if you were to roll your eyes then this house will be turned into ruins.

“honey, I had to marry dad so we can have you,” you smile and chuuya looks as offended as your son.

“HAD TO??”

you side-eye him and he quickly zips his mouth shut and looks away but not without grumbling a couple of curses.

“but that means that I can’t marry you cause you’re already married,” your son says defeatedly as he sits on the floor.

“EXACTLY SO LET US BE!” your husband shouts confidently.

tears well up in your son’s eyes and he bursts into a wail that has your house flooding in a couple of seconds.

you simply look at chuuya, “way to go my dear husband.”

KUNIKIDA DOPPO:

most of the time, your daughter was a daddy’s girl. she always listens to him and a grin is automatically plastered on her face once she sees him.

you can never blame her though cause you have the same reaction whenever you see your lovely husband.

your daughter turned out to be an exact copy of you and both of you share the insane amount of love you have for kunikida.

but there are times where your daughter just wants time with her mama not her dad.

for example, today, you and kunikida were cuddling in the bed, slowly drifting off to sleep. his arms are wrapped around you as he strokes your hair and you feel him press a kiss to your forehead making you nuzzle into his chest.

you feel him smile and you close your eyes to welcome sleep, but you hear a couple of knocks on the door.

your husband sighs softly before sitting up and putting his glasses on, “come in, d/n.”

she slowly opens the door and peaks in, “sorry pa.”

he adjusts his glasses and shakes his head with a smile, “it’s okay; did you have a nightmare?”

she nods softly and perks up at her dad patting the bed. she walks to you two and climbs up the bed, which is quite the travail for her.

most of the time, when she has a nightmare, she squeezes herself between you both to have ‘best of both worlds’ as you say.

so kunikida expects her to sleep between you both like usual, but instead she pushes him away, albeit gently, and sleeps right next you —where he once was— and cuddles close to you.

you pat her head and pull her closer with a smile.

you look up at your husband who had his spot taken from him and giggle at the sight of his small pout.

kunikida watches you guys cuddle and then decides to just lay back down and simply wrap his arms around both of you at the same time. he didn’t train all of that time for nothing.

your daughter whines jokingly, “paaa, I want to be with mom.”

he raises an eyebrow, “is that so?”

she nods and starts squealing and laughing when her father squeezes you guys in a tight hug. both your laughters fill the room and kunikida smiles before saying, “do you not want papa anymore?”

“no no! I want you; please mercy!” she pleads making both you and kunikida chuckle before he finally relaxes his hold and kisses both your and her cheek and the three of you finally succumb to sleep.

NIKOLAI GOGOL:

“quiz time! guess who had his share of y/n today?”

you deadpan, “kolya, I am not a pie.”

“well, you’re certainly as sweet as one,” your husband grins, but both you and your son just gag at the terrible pick up line.

you’ve long got used to his theatrics, after all. your son, though, calls bs on everything his dad does.

“not me,” your son replied with a grin and holds you tighter, sticking his tongue out at nikolai.

“AHAHA! you’re as funny as me, s/n,” nikolai cackles, and you’re sure he is keen on throwing your son off of you any time now.

“but dad, I can’t be funny as you,” your son says dejectedly and nikolai’s eyebrow rises.

“why is that?”

your son smiles, a closed eye smile, before replying, “you’re not funny at all; that’s an insult to me.”

nikolai doesn’t say anything as he pulls your screaming son off you, after quite the struggle.

he walks to the garden and throws him there, “go play with a frog or something; I will have y/n all to myself for the rest of the day. thank you!”

your husband smiles victoriously and is about to throw himself into your embrace until his son reappears right beside you and the boy has a frown that only means one thing.

chaos is about to ensue.

your son starts throwing a tantrum and yelling, “I WANT TO CUDDLE MOM!!”

“no can do, young man,” your husband says shaking his head, “you already got your fair share of mama per the agreement.”

“what agreement?” your son asks, tears still streaming down his face.

your husband puts his hand in his coat and gets out a contract.

the contract reads that your son will only have 2 hours of your attention and time while your husband gets the rest.

“b-but these types of papers need to have signatures of both sides!”

your husband giggles, “your signature is right here, my dear son.”

your son gasps but quickly composed himself.

“oh whatever shall you do now? I rightfully deserve all of y/n’s time—AHHHHH WHAT THE HELL?!”

you come back —after leaving to get yourself a cup of coffee cause this is way too much for you— and find that your son has effectively set the contract on fire.

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[angelwhisp3rs]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ man like me

Pairing: RE!2 Leon x fem!reader

Summary: Leon has gone through so much training, life always made it look like he didn't luck out. Always the butt of the joke, he questioned if he would ever be a man. His partner seems to think he is man enough for her &lt;3

Tags: Smut; bj; he cums in her face; slight sub!leon; leon gets called a fairy because he is not considered a "macho man" (i hate m*n)

Notes: First post! I'm so excited, i've been brainrotting for RE for years, and just now decided to add to the community. Love you all! Feel free to give me any tips for my writing or some prompts!

Also, please! If you are a minor, i don't feel comfortable with you interacting with my content, so no minors allowed ok?

Have you ever felt like you weren’t blessed? Well, Leon felt that every day of his life. His parents dying, his rough childhood in the orphanage, he had to work twice as harder than anyone of his peers to achieve anything. Now, as a cop, he believed that this was all in the past - he chose the manliest job of them all.

Oh, well. Turns out that stations were just an adult hangout spot for jocks that never grew out of their high school days.

The women would coo at him, calling him cute and adorable, while the older officers would sneak some comments about him being a “fairy”. Fucking idiots. 

After some months working with them, Leon managed to gain at least some respect among his colleagues - he was a great cop after all, and he even managed to tone down some of the ridiculous teasing (and plain homophobia, if you ask him). 

To the surprise of everyone there, a new recruit would be coming in, making Leon celebrate a little on the inside - maybe it would be his chance to stop being the butt of the joke and finally laugh along with the rest, not being the one laughed at.

He couldn't wait to finally turn his luck around.

'•.¸♡ ♡¸.•'︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵'•.¸♡ ♡¸.•'

Turns out he is wrong. Of course things wouldn’t go his way once. The rookie was a girl - well, a woman, and a pretty one at that. 

The men there went ballistic. The single, desperate for attention, and the married, aching for an affair. Used to the calm and pliant women in the precinct, the men didn’t wait for even 5 minutes to let out their disgusting comments, calling her a hot piece of their ass, some even suggesting that they could ‘teach her’ the ways around there.

They were so wrong. Cutting their comments short, she looked at them in disgust, and distributed answers that put them back into their places. Hell, she even dared to ask how the deputy’s wife wasn't arrested for animal cruelty for sleeping with a pig like him.

Leon looked at her with stars in his eyes - she was different from him after all, not letting those idiots run through her. The bigoted idiots decided that as a “punishment” to her, she would be his new partner, matching their work hours and patrolling together. That fact made him excited, but not for long. Unfortunately, his intrusive thoughts began swarming his head: “Do you really think she won’t make fun of you?” and “A woman like her would eat up a man like you”.

The only thing he could do was stand a hand to her, offering a handshake “Hi there, partner. I’m Leon Kennedy”.

She had a predatory smirk on her face, looking at him up and down. “Hi, Leon. I think we’re gonna be great partners”.

'•.¸♡ ♡¸.•'︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵'•.¸♡ ♡¸.•'

When Leon thought she would eat up a guy like him, he didn’t think it would be like that. It was way after the time they had to clock out, and they were the only ones left in the station. Leon was backed up in the evidence room, his pants on the floor as her mouth worked around his cock, drenching it with her spit. The only sounds heard were the man trying to drone out his moans with his hand on his mouth, and her gagging as she took him as deep as she could in her throat.

To Leon, this had to be a dream - no way that would ever happen. But as he looked down, her sinful eyes looking up at him, he knew that he couldn’t even dream of something as good as this. He had to be careful not to knock out the evidence in the surrounding files, choosing to rest his hand on her ponytail - quite convenient for the situation.

“You are doing so well, baby. Why don’t you come in my face, and show them that you are the only man able to do that, huh?” She taunted him as she kept pumping his cock his her hands, slick with her saliva and the precum that drooled on his tip

Her mouth returned to his member as she kept her hands going, thriving at his blushing face and his desperate whines. The man was going crazy, it’s been so long since something other than his hand touched his cock, that the 8 minutes of her mouth - which he believed to be 30, were enough to bring him to the edge. Soon, her mouth pulls back as she jerks him faster, angling at her face as he coats it with his pearly cum, hitting her cheeks, mouth and chin.

While he believed that his soul had left his body and come back, she stood up and grabbed some tissues there to clean her face. All cleaned up, she helped him put his pants back on and pressed some kisses to his jaw, whispering to his ear “Why don’t you come over to my place and show my cunt who is the only man to fill it up?”. After that, she left the evidence room with a smirk, looking back at him once and throwing a wink at him.

Well, it turns out that luck was a person, and it finally caught up to him.

[hargreeves-duncan]

DUDE THAT DIEGO FIC??!!! HOLY SHIT!

soooo…since we both love the man, could I please ask for a DILF Diego fic (HIS MOUSTACHE UGH) where he and reader are having some marital problems, her parents are living with them and causing issues, until Diego finally snaps and takes his frustration (wink wink) out on reader 😏

a/n: anon, i like the way you think… i have not proof read this AT ALL, i just felt inspired to finally write something so… enjoy😉

summary: diego is sick and tired of being the last person in your house to get your attention

warnings: this is SMUT so 17+ for this one, lowkeymean!dom!Diego, degrading, fingering, p in v, gagging/choking (fingers), edging, swearing

word count: 3.5k

A lot had changed in the last six years. For one, you were no longer fighting off doomsday, but since your re-arrival in a corrected 2019, you and Diego had settled down. You’d been pregnant with your first baby girl for a while anyways and you loved one another more than life itself, it was natural succession that you’d get married too and so, you had. 

You’d settled more than comfortably into your role as a mother to Grace, so much so that you’d begged Diego for another child to be able to experience having a young child all over again. He had given in to your pleading almost immediately, and that had blessed the two of you with a gorgeous set of twins, Coco and Miguel.

It had been a few years since then and all your babies were not so little anymore but that didn’t stop your constant doting on them. They were your everything and you’d be damned if even the smallest thing were to hurt them.

Diego felt the exact same way, his girls and Miguel were his priority, always, but that didn’t mean that he didn't want some time just for himself with you, time where neither of you had to parent and you could just be yourselves for a while.

He knew that children were needy, and he couldn’t blame them for something as simple as wanting their mother, but he had needs too. Needs like actually receiving attention from his own wife once in a while.

More recently, your mother had fallen ill and your father had gotten far too old to take care of her alone. Now, Diego wasn’t a monster, the first thing he’d done was offer to let them stay at your place whilst your mother got back on her feet. Each and every day she was recovering and, as selfish as it was, a part of Diego hoped that with your parents in the house, it would mean that he would have time with you whilst they looked after the kids. Oh, how wrong he had been.

Your parents didn’t help with the childcare at all. In fact, they required more babying than your three children combined. It was exhausting to be around and, subsequently, exhausting for you to adhere to. By the time all of your children were put to bed each night, you were too drained to even keep a conversation going, let alone anything more.

Diego was tired of only seeing you in passing. He had tried to express his feelings to you several times, but it was only ever met with a wave of excuses and exhaustion. He knew you loved him and that you were doing your best to just get through the day, but the increasing lack of time alone with you was beginning to take a toll on him. 

Diego was reminded of it more than ever right now. It was Christmas Eve and you were currently setting the dining table for a hearty lunch for the five of you. Your hair was frazzled as you rushed around the downstairs in preparation of everything, calling out various commands as you did, “Coco, what have I told you about being mean to your brother?”, “Ma, have you moved the napkins?”, “Grace, be my lovely girl for me and go set the table, please.”

All morning, Diego had remained in the same spot on the sofa in the living room, waiting for you to even acknowledge him. The longer he went without so much as a “hello” from you, the deeper his irritation grew.

Diego couldn't take it anymore. He watched you hustle about the house, tending to everyone and everything except him. The kids were fine, your mother had been pampered all morning, your father was being served beer on the hour by you, the food was practically ready at this point and he knew that you’d already set up the table hours ago. You didn’t even need to check up on anything else and yet here he still sat, as if he were a ghost in his own home.

For the hundredth time this morning, he watched as you adjusted the blanket on your mother’s lap, checking up on her and speaking tenderly.

Your father, sat on the armchair beside her, frowned at Diego from across the room, spouting hate once again, “You know, sweetheart, I’ll never know why you chose this one. He just bums around doing nothing all day. A postman, isn’t he? What good is that to a woman like you? You could’ve had anyone, you know-“

Diego’s face darkened, his lip pulling into a thin line as cut your father off, “Could I talk to you for a second?”

He looked over at your father pointedly, trying, and failing, to conceal the frustration bubbling up inside of him at the sight of you at his side, “Alone.”

You frown, slightly taken aback, but you nod, “Yeah, of course.”

You gently squeeze your mother’s wrist and offer her a reassuring smile as you walk after your husband who’s already halfway up the stairs and out of sight, “Keep an eye on Ma for a second, please, Dad!”

“You think I don’t know how to do that! She’s my wife!” You hear your father rambling angrily from downstairs but you don’t hear him, having practically chased after Diego into your bedroom.

He shuts the door behind him and looks up at you with eyes that are both seething and swimming with hurt. You feel your chest tighten.

“What the hell is going on right now?” Diego asks, searching your eyes for any kind of answer.

“I… What?” You reply, head shaking in confusion, “Diego, what’re you…”

“Don’t play dumb with me. You haven’t even looked in my direction all morning, so I want you to tell me what’s really going on.” His words are firm but his voice is tender, you know what he’s really saying, what he’s really feeling. Deep down, he’s still the same little boy who’s terrified of not being enough for his family.

You take a step towards him, your expression softening. "I’ve just been focused on getting everything ready for today," you say, "I’ve just been busy…"

Diego shakes his head. "No, don’t give me that shit, it’s not just today.”

“You’ve been off for weeks now, months… and I… I don’t know what the hell I’m doing wrong so why don’t you just tell me, hm? ‘Cause clearly I’m missing something.” His words come out bitter and resentful as he puts his hands on either side of you, pinning you against the door.

As he pins you in place, you feel his warm breath against your skin. His gaze is  fixed on yours, as if willing you to understand, and it pains you to think that this is probably the closest you’ve been to one another in months, “No, Diego, you haven’t done anything wrong. You’re not missing anything, I-“

“We used to be something. We used to actually be a couple instead of a pair of… of… of…” He groans in frustration, banging his fist on the door as his stutter distorts his words. He pulls back, running stressed hands through his hair.

It’s been a long time since you’ve seen him this worked up, this frustrated, and you’re not even sure how to react to it, knowing the distress that you’re causing him.

He sighs, swallowing down the anger in himself as he looks back up at you. His eyes burn as he narrows his gaze on you, “I bet you haven’t even noticed it, have you? How weird things have been?”

You part your lips to speak but he shakes his head. It’s not really a question. He knows that you haven’t, you’ve been far too preoccupied in everything that isn’t him. 

He exhales through his nose, “Do you know how many times I’ve tried to get your attention these last few weeks? To get something, anything, out of you?”

You don’t answer and he groans, “You haven’t even spoken to me today, Y/N. It’s two in the afternoon.” He reaches up, cupping your face with both of his calloused hands. His grip is tight and fierce.

He continues, his voice growing more raw with every word, "Every time I try, it’s always the kids, or your mother, or your father or some other goddamn thing that needs tending to. You never pay any attention to me and I’m sick of it.”

His hands drift over your body as he looks you in the eyes, “So, right now, that’s what I want from you. I want all of your attention on me. Nobody else, just me.” He says, as his voice lowers dangerously. He tightens his grip on your waist.

Your eyes widen slightly, hands instinctively reaching for his forearms and grasping them tightly, “Diego, we can’t, I have to finish setting up-“

He practically growls as you says that and he shakes his head, “No, you don’t have to do anything. No one is asking you to. The kids are fine. Your mom is fine. Everything is fine, we can have this.”

“But the twins need-“ You begin, but Diego simply growls angrily.

“No, they don’t. The twins don’t need anything, I do.” He says, his breath growing more rapid.

You protest, eyes softening as you look up at him, “I promise, we’ll do something just us. I just need you to wait for me to finish with lunch and then I’m all yours.”

“No, Y/N, they are fine. They will be fine.” He says, stepping forward, gripping your chin and tilting your head up to face him, “But I want you now, and I’m going to have you now because I need it. I need you. Show me that you need me too and let me have you.”

His grip tightens on your waist and there’s nothing you can do to stop your cheeks from flushing at the unbridled desire in his words, “Diego, really, I can’t, I…”

Diego shakes his head, voice low and gravelly, “Yes, you can. You can do this for me. You’re going to do this for me.”

He’s speaking softly but it’s clear how desperately he wants you. You’d be lying to yourself if you hadn’t missed this aspect of your relationship. The passion. Parenting three toddlers had slaughtered that but right now, what he was offering you…

The fire in Diego’s eyes blazes, dark and determined, as he watches you hesitate. “You don’t get to say no to me today, baby,” he growls softly, his voice low and dripping with frustration. “Not after ignoring me for all that time.”

You glance at the bedroom door, wary of the sound of your children’s voices downstairs. Your lips part to respond, but before you can reply, Diego turns your head to face him and presses you up against the wall.

“You’ve had time for everyone else,” he murmurs, his tone cutting. “The kids. Your parents. Everyone except me. So now, you’re going to give me what I need.”

His hands glide down your arms, his grip rough but deliberate, starting a fire within you. “I’m tired of waiting. I’m shouldn’t be an afterthought. I’m your man, and you’re my girl. We see each other, we put each other first, always.”

He presses his forehead against yours, “You should see me the way that I see you. I’ve been waiting but I won’t anymore.”

Diego’s hands find your hips, gripping them tightly as he pulls you flush against him. “You can handle everything and everyone in this house. So, right now, you’re going to handle me and take everything I’ve been holding back, because if you’re big enough to handle everyone else then you’re big enough to take me, aren’t you?”

Your breath hitches, your body reacting instinctively to the roughness in his tone, the way he’s asserting himself. It’s not just his anger you feel— it’s his longing, his desperation for you to seek him out.

His dark eyes bore into yours, daring you to defy him. “You don’t get to brush me off anymore. You don’t get to be in control today. That’s my job. I speak and you listen.”

There’s a frustration in his eyes that you’ve seen before and you already know that you’re going to be aching tomorrow just from the sight of it.

“You don’t come until I say so. You don’t touch me unless I let you. You’re going to listen to me, Y/N, because I’m the one who’s been here, waiting, and now it’s time for you to finally listen to me.”

His hands run over your hips, a low snarl growing in the back of Diego’s throat, “You’re going to regret ignoring me for so long, baby.” He mutters breathlessly and those words have you trembling already, “Gonna treat you just as mean as you treated me. Show you how it feels.”

Diego begins to press sultry kisses along the column of your throat, his teeth barely grazing the skin. His mustache, a recent and entirely welcome development, brushes over it too, heightening your sensitivity. It’s been far too long since you’ve had him like this, every skim of his touch feels like a million fireworks tingling along your skin.

Diego presses you back against your bedroom wall, his hips trapping you there. He tilts your head and entices you into a kiss.

You can feel his need for you pulsing through his every movement. Diego’s hands are latched onto your hips, tugging you closer and closer, there’s no gap between you and closer fiendishly they tug still.

His teeth catch on your earlobe as he moves back down, pressing more lingering kisses against your throat. His teeth nip at your skin, a sign of his agitation with you. You swallow in anticipation. Diego smirks against your neck, and then he bites down.

You whine in protest but he shakes his head, “Take it quietly. I don’t want to hear a single sound from you. You wouldn’t want to upset your parents, would you?” He asks bitterly.

He eyes flicker dangerously and his hands slip down over your stomach and to your waistband. Your back arches into his touch and Diego laughs, “God, so desperate already. You melt as soon as I touch you.”

His hand dips below your waistband and trails tantalisingly over the lace of your underwear. Your breath catches slightly, “Diego…”

His eyes flicker up to yours, “Can you keep quiet or do you need my fingers to shut you up?” His voice is gritty, harsher than usual and you know you’ll need to make things up with him badly to get out of this.

You go to open your mouth and Diego huffs, “You really can't help yourself, can you?" Diego mutters, his tone laced with mockery. "Always got something to say, even when I told you to stay quiet."

His fingers press more firmly against the lace of your underwear, teasingly slow. You bite your lip, trying to obey his command, but the small gasp that escapes your throat betrays you.

Diego's jaw tightens, and he pulls back his hand. The absence of his touch leaves you aching, he grips your jaw, tilting your face to meet his stern gaze. His dark eyes narrow as he leans in, his lips hovering just over yours.

"Did I not make myself clear?" he growls, grip tightening with every word. "I said quiet."

You swallow hard, your heart pounding as his fingers trail back up to your lips.

"Open," he commands, and like muscle memory, you obey, your breath hitching as he slides two fingers into your mouth.

"There you go, atta girl," Diego murmurs, his voice dripping with both approval and desire. "Maybe this'll keep you from talking over me, hm?”

His other hand moves back to your waist, slipping beneath the waistband of your underwear once more. His touch is rough, demanding, and deliberate, a clear message that he's not letting you get away with ignoring him for so long.

He forces his fingers further down your throat and you whimper softly around them. Diego’s lips curl into a dark smirk as he leans closer, his breath hot against your ear.

"I want you to think about the way you’ve treated me. I want you to remember it every time I touch you, every time I make you fall apart like this. Maybe then you won't forget who I am to you."

His fingers move with more purpose now, he slips his other hand back into your waistband and moves his two hands in tandem, filling both of your holes. Your back arches, a muffled moan escaping around his fingers, and Diego's grin widens.

"That's it," he murmurs, his tone softening just slightly. "I've got you…” You feel drool begin to pool around his fingers.

He pulls them from your mouth, brushing your slick lips with his thumb before gripping your chin firmly. "Tell me who you belong to," he demands, his eyes boring into yours.

"You," you gasp, your voice trembling as you choke slightly, gaining back your breath. "I belong to you."

Diego's expression softens for a fraction of a second, “That’s right, baby.” He leans in, kissing you fiercely, forcing every ounce of his emotion that he can into the kiss.

"I’m gonna help you remember that." he murmurs against your lips, his hands roaming your body once more. He slips his hand out of your trousers and slides them down so that they pool around your ankles.

He flips you around so that your face is pressed up against the cool wall. His fingers linger on the white lace around your hips for a moments longer before he tugs them down too, “Shit…”

Diego groans, caressing a hand over the curve of your ass. He bites his lip and gives it a small tap before he leans in close, pressing his body against yours, “You don’t come until I say you can, remember?”

You nod dumbly, already arching backwards into him. He taps your waist and then he slips in with ease, you’re already slick with want and he lets out a guttural moan as he presses in.

He begins to pump in and out of you, slow, at first, gentle almost, but as soon as you grow used to the pace, his hips snap forward. You groan in protest, pressing your forehead against the wall.

“You can take it. You’re my big girl.” Diego says, pressing deeper and more forcefully still as he seeks his own release.

You whine, eyes fluttering shut as the pain begins to be replaced by a wave of pleasure. You feel that familiar coil twirling in your stomach, “Not yet.” Diego chides.

You groan, biting on your bottom lip, pressing your hands against the wall, anything to distract yourself from the brink of euphoria you feel that you’re on.

Diego’s low moans in your ear do nothing to help your situation. Strained utterances of ‘So good, baby’ and ‘My girl’ teasing you as he keeps pushing.

His pace becomes more brutal, his hips snapping against you as he chases his high, “That’s it, my baby, there you go… finally giving it to me the way I want it…”

His hips rock against you as he groans. His hand reaches up and presses your face against the wall as he seeks his release, “I’m gonna come, baby, shit…”

“Can I…?” You plead, speaking up for just a moment to seek your own release which you desperately need. The stretch of Diego inside of you after so long is too good and you’re barely hanging on by a thread.

“No. Hold it.” He says breathlessly, his breath catches and within seconds he’s filling you up with his release.

He grunts as he presses it back inside you, keeping you stuffed. You could scream, you’re so frustrated. He’s teasing you with his own orgasm, dangling the ecstasy that you so desperately crave right in front of you… and that’s when it hits you.

You won’t be coming tonight at all. He’s doing exactly what he said you’d been doing for weeks - tending to everyone else’s needs but his. He’s flipped it around on you to teach you a lesson.

He pulls out.

You let out a frustrated cry at the realisation and that only seems to spur Diego on further, “You figured it out, have you, baby? Poor thing.”

He smirks, “No, I’m not going to let you come just yet. I’m going to let you wait. A couple of weeks, maybe?” He taunts, slipping his shirt back on.

“Diego, you can’t be serious…” You protest, legs still trembling in anticipation as you attempt to sit up.

“Oh, I’m serious. We’ve got a family lunch to have.” He says, putting on his trousers and biting back the smirk he longs to let out at the devastated look on your face.

“But…” Your jaw drops as you scramble for a solution.

“Merry Christmas, baby.” He winks as he ducks out the door. Funny, you think to yourself, because after that performance no one will be coming down any chimneys for a while.

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He Didn’t Speak to His Wife for 20 Years: Heartwarming Reunion or Emotional Manipulation?

One Man’s Silent Treatment Left His Wife Waiting Two Decades, Was This Love, or Something Far More Troubling?

Let’s set the scene, You’ve been married for over 20 years, sharing the same house, the same meals, and the same milestones. But here’s the kicker, your spouse hasn’t uttered a single word to you in TWO DECADES. Not a “How was your day?” Not even a “Pass the salt.” Just grunts and nods. Sounds like the plot of a quirky indie movie, right? But this isn’t fiction; it’s the bizarre reality of Otou Katayama, a husband from Japan, and his long-suffering wife, Yumi.

For 20 excruciating years, Otou refused to speak to Yumi while continuing to interact normally with their three children. Imagine raising kids with someone who acts like you’re invisible. Yumi, bless her heart, endured it all in silence (pun intended). But here’s the twist, their 18 year old son, baffled and heartbroken, decided to step in. He wrote to a Japanese TV show asking them to intervene. And that’s when things took a turn, for better or worse, depending on how you see it.

When confronted by the TV crew, Otou’s reason for the silent treatment was… underwhelming. Brace yourself, he was sulking. Yep, you read that right. Sulking because he felt Yumi paid more attention to their kids than to him. Cue the collective eye roll. The man spent 20 years pouting like a toddler who didn’t get his way. But what happened next? Well, that’s where the story gets complicated.

The TV show arranged a dramatic reunion at Nara Park. Yumi, in a pre recorded video, she addresses her husband and asks,

“How old are you, what is your favorite food, what is your favorite color?” she asked with heartbreaking simplicity. Then she continued, “I’m going to tell you my feelings now. I want to have a conversation with you. I’m waiting at Nara Park, will you come?”

Otou showed up (points for effort?) and finally broke his silence. With their kids watching from a distance, tears streaming down their faces, Otou mumbled his first words to Yumi in two decades. “Somehow it’s been a while since we talked. You were so concerned about the kids. Yumi, up until now, you have endured a lot of hardship. I want you to know I’m grateful for everything. I also want to talk after this. I hope we can work together from here.”

It was a moment designed to tug at heartstrings. And it did, for some.

But here’s the thing. Is this a heartwarming tale of reconciliation, or is it a masterclass in emotional manipulation? Many on social media didn’t hold back. Comments ranged from “This is emotional abuse, plain and simple���. “The man is a narcissist who weaponized silence to control his wife”, one commenter declared. Another remarked, “You have got to be kidding me!!!! 20 years! Something is really really wrong with that man! He’s not a child or an idiot but he has some mental issues”. And honestly, they’re not wrong.

Let’s talk about Yumi. For 20 years, she endured a marriage devoid of communication, likely blaming herself, holding the family together while her husband sulked in the background. The fact that she didn’t walk away speaks volumes about her resilience, and perhaps the cultural or personal pressures that kept her rooted in place. But should resilience be celebrated when it comes at such a cost? When does ‘enduring hardship’ turn into enabling unacceptable behavior?

Then there’s Otou’s “apology.” Did he truly own up to his actions? Not really. Instead of a heartfelt “I’m sorry,” he deflected, blaming his wife for being too focused on their children. His gratitude for her sacrifices came off as hollow, a band-aid slapped onto a festering wound.

The couple’s kids, who witnessed this emotional train wreck for years, broke down in tears during the reunion. It’s easy to imagine the relief they felt seeing their parents finally talk. But let’s not sugarcoat it, those kids grew up in a household steeped in tension and silence. The long term impact of such an environment? It’s anyone’s guess.

So, what do we make of this? On one hand, the reunion might inspire hope. If two people can reconcile after two decades of silence, maybe there’s hope for the rest of us. On the other hand, it’s a stark reminder of how damaging unspoken resentment can be, not just for the couple, but for everyone around them.

Was Otou’s silent treatment a cry for attention, or was it a form of coercive control? Was Yumi a paragon of patience, or was she trapped in an unhealthy dynamic? One thing’s for sure, this story has sparked a heated debate about love, communication, and the fine line between enduring hardship and losing yourself in the process.

What do you think? A quirky love story with a happy ending, or a cautionary tale about emotional abuse? We’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments. And please, if you’re giving someone the silent treatment right now, maybe consider breaking the ice before, you know, 20 years go by.

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All Right Now Part 9

Travis Kelce x Famous!Reader Description: The reader catches the eye of famous footballer Travis.

Warnings: None

Social Media AU

I still can’t believe it, I never thought I’d be engaged to be married, ever considering my track record, But I guess the best things come when you least expect it to. Travis and his family coming into my life was definitely a blessing in disguise. There is no doubt I love my family but it’s a different feeling of love being accepted by your partner’s family. 

It’s been a few days since Travis proposed, the news outlets obviously already know and are spinning a bunch of theories every day. 

“They only got engaged because she’s pregnant”  “She gave him an ultimatum and that’s why he did it.”

Every day it’s something new, I know it is only because we have only been together a year but jeez, people get engaged after only being together for a few months, and a lot of the time those are the couples that are the happiest and stay together the longest. (In my opinion) Travis has been over the moon and telling pretty much anyone he can, even after a game in the press room, he finds any chance to bring it up, It is definitely the cutest thing to see him blushing on TV.  I even see it all over TikTok, Instagram, Twitter, you name it and it’s there.

We have been getting calls, and texts all day. Some from friends and family others, news networks, talk shows, and everything. It has been crazy. Travis and I are both doing talk shows, not together but a few days apart.

"You think these go together?" Travis has been inside the closet for an hour trying to find an outfit when he goes on Jimmy Fallon tonight.

I look up from where I lay on the bed scrolling through Tiktok, he’s holding a black suit set. “Ohh, that would look so nice, especially with your gold jewelry,” I tell him he gives me a smile in response hanging the outfit on the side for later “You are one amazing woman, you know that?” he smiles at me once more.

We both head downstairs to film a new episode of New Heights with Jason. We settle in the chairs, pull the headphones on, and wait for Jason.

“Hello hello, family!” Jason somewhat yells. I laugh at the face he makes before Travis and Jason get into their announcements and sponsors.

“Now we have two special guests today, my awesome and beautiful wife Kylie and our awesome sister-in-law Y/n!” Jason announces loudly earning a weirded and shocked look from Kylie “Oh my” she mutters smirking at me through the camera, I try to hold in my laughter behind my hand, “gotta love Jason’s enthusiasm” I tell them laughing. We talk about a few topics before Jason brings up the big one “Okay, I waited long enough to bring it up, can we please talk about the proposal?” he asks.

I look to Travis for agreement, after a brief nod and encouraging smile “Well It was definitely a surprise I’ll tell you that, we had talked about it and I didn’t expect him to propose a few weeks after that talk.” I laugh. I turn and face Travis “You know it was perfectly timed, as someone who didn't really see themselves getting married, I knew the second we met that she was either gonna be my wife or I would never get married to anyone else unless it was her.” He replies looking at me after. I tried to hide the tears forming in my eyes, I dab under my eyes “I love you so much” I tell him giving him a quick soft kiss.

 We turn to see Jason and Kylie both smiling wide. Jason was sporting the proud big brother look “When Trav came to me and started talking to me about how he was planning all of this, for one, I was shocked cause, for one I’ve never seen him talk so passionately about someone or something as much as his car collection, so It was so cool to see him do that, and two, I was just excited to be able to watch it happen in front of my eyes.” Jason says before turning his attention to Kylie “what did you think?” he asks her. 

She smiles “I for one was kinda just like thank god, he finally asked her and now I have my sister-in-law” she laughs “When Jason told me the plans I was ecstatic, It feels good to see you both happy.” she says in response. We give them both fond smiles “Aww, see and my biggest fear was everyone thinking we were crazy for doing this too soon.” I laugh.

“If I never met you and your family I would have thought the same thing but everyone can clearly see you guys are in love and like Travis said if it feels right then it’s right and you gotta take that chance when It shows itself,” Jason tells us. We talk a bit more and we say goodbye to them.

An hour later

Travis and I are in our closet getting ready to head out for his interview tonight with Jimmy Fallon, Travis wearing the black suit ensemble and me wearing something similar. 

We pull into the studio already seeing paparazzi surrounding the entire sides of the entrance to the studio. I huff trying to mentally prepare for the swarm about to happen, Travis leans over grasping my hand in pulling it towards his face giving the tops of my hands a chaste kiss. “We got this, and always remember I got you, baby,” he reassured me. I nod my head. He leans forward and opens the car door, the camera lights flashing like crazy before it doubles when I also come out of the car, the driver shuts the door and Travis guides me protectively towards the door, pushing back over pushy paparazzi.

We finally make it inside the building and we are met by a studio rep, they guide us to where we need to be. We chill in the studio’s dressing room before we are guided over to the studio’s main stage and seating area. I give Travis a kiss before he heads back and I open the door to where the audience is and where my front-row seat is.

I hear gasps flow throughout the room I look up to see the audience staring at me in shock “Hi everyone” I wave to them shyly. I hear quick responses throughout the room and sit down in my seat where a couple of younger girls are. I give them a smile before I focus my attention on Jimmy walking out onto the stage and sitting behind his desk. “Okay, we are live, in three, two, one” I hear the camera director announce. “Hello everyone, today we have a very special guest, please welcome the man, the chief king and big yeti, Travis Kelce!” he announces theatrically before the crowd starts to yell out and Travis works his way to his seat “Hello hello” he waves to the audience, winking at me, I smile in response. 

They talk a bit about his games, and about the new documentary Jason has made coming out soon. “Okay, now we all know there is something big that needs to be talked about,” Jimmy smirks, Trav laughs rubbing his bearded chin and nodding “Yeah, I have a feeling I know” he laughs. Jimmy laughs “okay we all know you recently proposed to your now fiance Y/n L/n” the crowd starts clapping and hollering as Travis blushes “Yeah, I got her to say yes, thankfully” Travis jokes. Jimmy laughs “okay, so tell us how it happened, how did you do it?” he asks “Well, I had started planning all of it a few months ago and had the ring for a while, and I decided to set up a small park that we always went to and had her favorite flowers scattered on the ground with those tea light candles and then I did it.” he tells them cheesing big. 

The crowd awws and hollers “oh my, well that sounds amazing.” Jimmy compliments, “So of course I have to ask cause everyone was talking about how too soon it was, do you think you did it too soon?” he asks. Travis smiles shaking his head “no, absolutely not, I knew it was the right moment and me and her are big believers in if it feels right take that jump cause we see too many people lose those opportunities and I can’t lose her.” Travis tells them gaining soft coos from the audience.

Jimmy is smiling softly at him “you know, you are so right, and I just want to say congratulations to you and I know you guys are gonna do amazing, I wish I could tell y/n so please if you can pass that for me” Jimmy laughs, Travis nods smiling “actually one second” he hold a finger up before standing up and heading off the stage to the audience and holding his hand out for me to grab.

The crowd starts to yell as Travis guides me towards the seat closest to Jimmy. 

We smile at each other and pull each other into a hug “Oh my god, I can’t believe your here? It’s so cool to see you again.” He tells me I smile “It’s so good to see you too, I mean I’m gonna be here next week so” We laugh and sit down. “This is crazy, So congratulations, how are you feeling?” he asks “Thank you! And very very good, I could not be happier” I smile at him.

We sit and talk a bit more before the show ends and we say our goodbyes to Jimmy, the audience, and the production before we head home.

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every time I think about Allison in 1961 my brain starts buzzing. Allison walking into places she's not allowed to be before she builds the habit of checking cause she's NEVER had to think about this before. Allison going from one of the most privileged people in the world (superhero taylor swift) to one of the least privileged people in the country (disabled black woman without a voice or ANY street smarts in NINTEEN SIXTY ONE TEXAS). Allison having expensive tastes she can't satisfy. Allison building a life for herself, from hole cloth, day by day. Allison having to swallow anger and shame to ask Ray to open a bank account for her. Allison refusing to stop standing up for herself in the most hostile environment she has been in since she was sixteen years young. Allison having actual friends for the first time in her life. Allison's friends having to keep a close eye on her when she's out and about cause she has a habit of walking into places she isn't supposed to be without even noticing. Allison, who thought she'd flounder in a world without her power much less her voice, married in a year to the best man in the world. Allison, making a real tangible positive difference in her local community and also for society at large. Allison missing her daughter so much she can barely breathe sometimes. Allison trying so hard to be the perfect wife in public because she KNOWS the FBI is watching civil rights leaders like her husband and just waiting to spread some rumors of their own. Allison who wishes, more then anything, she paid a little more attention to Pogo's boring-as-SHIT history lectures. Allison being a favorite regular of a ma-and-pa mexican restaurant because she actually speaks spanish. Allison learning to be kind and equitable to the 'public' that she's seen as beneath her for her entire life without even realizing it. Honestly losing her voice is a bit of a blessing in disguise because it stops her from saying ALL SORTS of shit that will get her on a watch list. Allison learning the value of her words. Allison provoking RAMPANT rumors in Odessa's barber shop about her origin, ranging from a cult to an abusive white father that kept her under wraps to military experimentation in WWII to, obviously, a soviet psyop. Allison making these rumors worse when she finally DOES get her voice back because, as mentioned, she keeps saying weird shit. Allison's husband expecting her to cook and clean because he's amazing but it is still the SIXTIES, and it is the first time they ever have a genuine fight. Allison who wishes, almost as desperately, that she respected Mom's role in the household a little more growing up, wishes that she paid more attention and picked up the habit of taking care of her own home and life instead of hiring a maid and a chef as soon as she could. Allison who tries to learn how to cook but is regarded (lovingly) as something as a lost cause, as she doesn't even know the most BASIC common sense things and the one time someone tried to give her a recipe that included the sentence 'and then you beat your egg whites for 5 minutes or so-' was the first time many people ever heard her laugh out loud. Allison who has to walk up stairs and stand to watch a movie in a theater she would have once sold out with ease, because chairs are for white customers that pay half as much. Allison, who is appalled by casual homophobia in her own social circle of activists, and who doesn't talk to Odessa for a week when she turns away a trans woman who wanted her hair done because a part of her aches for Klaus, and it's a much bigger part then she realized. Allison planning her wedding and crying because she barely cared to invite her siblings the first time and now she would do nearly anything to make Vanya her maid of honor. Allison who never even tried to leave Dallas for a more liberal state or town, who built a life there on the off chance that the rest of her family would show up eventually. Allison who wishes she could order her 20-sylable-sugary-nightmare of a starbucks order just one more time.

And, most importantly, Allison had to learn how to drive a stick shift. Allison is the only Hargreeves besides Five that can drive a stick.

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A Quiet Day In

〚 Day 3 - "What happened to your phenomenal immune system, huh?" 〛

〚 Pairing - Kara Danvers x Reader〛

〚 Summary - You and Kara share a quiet day at home. 〛

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“I’m home.” The sound of your wife’s voice called out from the entranceway followed by the swift clicking of front door closing. Kara sighed as she finally kicked off her heavy boots, today was exhausting 

“Welcome home babe.” You called lovingly from the small home office the pair of you shared, “Is that the door I just heard, how come you didn’t just use the balcony?” 

It was a reasonable question. With Kara being Supergirl and all it made sense - it was faster after all. 

“Yeah… flying isn’t really on the table right now.” She mumbled as she shuffled into the living room, flopping down into the comforting touch of the soft couch. 

Wait? No flying? That caught your attention. You frowned as you closed the drawer, you’d been previously reorganising and came out to the living room, “What do you mean? What happened?” You asked, worry and concern seeping into your words at the sight of your obviously tuckered-out wife. 

You came to sit down beside her, a much-welcomed action by the blonde who laid her head against you as she sank into your arms, “Stupid alien had kryptonite weapons, they got me pretty good.” She mumbled. 

Ah. Now it made sense. Kryptonite was the one thing her otherwise invincible body crumbled to. “Then I went to walk home but this suit is freezing and the only ‘normal clothes’ I had was that stupid work dress, so I changed into that and then my legs hurt from walking because my stupid powers are basically useless right now so then I had to carpool here with random uber strangers.” Kara whined as she finished her ranting all-while you were running your hand down her arm comfortingly. 

“I’m sorry Kar’ that sounds like it sucks. Did the DEO say when your powers will be back at full…er.. power?” You asked, struggling to find the correct wording.  

She shook her head against you, “Alex said possibly a few days, but they don’t know because it was ‘high potency’ whatever that means.” She finished with a wide yawn, another obvious sigh of her fatigue. 

It was rare for Kara to be in such a vulnerable state, and you couldn’t help but feel protective of her. “Alright then, how about we call it a night. I mean it's pretty late anyway and you could use some sleep darling.” You offered, extending both hands to help her up. 

Once inside the bedroom, you helped Kara remove her suit, carefully unzipping it and peeling it off her tired body. She sighed in relief as the restrictive fabric was removed, her muscles finally able to relax. You fetched a pair of comfortable pyjamas for her and handed them over, watching as she changed with a grateful smile. 

As she settled into bed, you made sure to pull the covers snuggly over her and tucked her in gently. She nestled into the pillows, closing her eyes wearily as you leant down and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead before climbing in right beside her. 

You gently stroked her back, soothing her with your touch, as she drifted off to sleep. The events of the day, the pain and exhaustion, were temporarily forgotten in the safety of your love and care. 

The next morning, Kara slowly opened her eyes, feeling groggy and disoriented. Her head throbbed with a dull ache, and her nose felt stuffy. You woke a few minutes later up to the sound of soft sneezes coming from beside you. Gently opening your eyes, you turned to see Kara sitting up in bed, her nose slightly red and her hand holding a crumpled-up tissue. 

"Goodmorning and bless you," you mumbled sleepily as you slowly woke up and you reached out to brush a strand of hair away from her face. "Do your powers feeling like they’re getting stronger now you’ve slept?” 

Kara sniffled and shrugged, her voice sounding audibly congested. "Not really and I think I'm catching a cold on top of everything else." 

“What happened to your phenomenal immune system, hm?” You asked curiously, the only time you’d ever seen Kara sick was years ago back when she was assistant to Cat Grant so seeing her all red-cheeked and sniffly wasn’t something you were used to. 

Your wife groaned as she sank back down into bed and sniffled into her pillow, “Well without my powers at full capacity my immune system has the strength of a dying battery.”  

“Well then, if you powers need a little boost do you think it’d be a good idea to go to the DEO and sit with their solar lamps for a bit, see if that recharges them? Alex will probably know how to take care of you a little better there too.”  

To your surprise though Kara shook her head and instead curled up into you, prompting you to take her into your arms, not caring as she sniffled against your neck. “I don’t want to go to DEO today.” She mumbled, her voice muffled from the way she refused to lift her head from your body, “I just wanna be with you, no agents, Alex or J’onn fussing.” Her voice hitched off as she turned away from you to sneeze and the small adorable noise of annoyance she made afterwards made your heart melt a little. How could she be so cute? 

“So, you just want a quiet day in then?” You murmured, receiving a subtle nod in return, “Well then, I think we can manage that.” 

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The Good Old Days

I just feel like Jack would be such a good girl dad and this idea popped into my brain.

When Jack had finally decided to take a more backseat position with professional hockey, it was a decision that both him and his wife made. The money was amazing, but when it was becoming evident that the game was taking a toll on Jack’s body, his wife had brought the idea into his head first. Jack wasn’t going to put the stick down easily, but a bad hit to his shoulder made the decision for him. As much as he dreaded not playing anymore, he was excited because that meant he could help coach on the ice, but be more involved with his family.

Him and his wife had 4 girls: Beck, who had just turned 15, Emerson (aka Emmy) who is 13, and Piper and Presley, twins that brought up the rear at 4 years old. The twins were his last hope at a boy, but it seemed that God had a cruel sense of humor and blessed him with even more estrogen in the home.

There wasn’t anything significant going on this particular night, so Jack decided to invite Cole and Alex over to eat some steaks that he had grilled. Which led to what they were doing now, drinking a couple of beers at the kitchen table and talking about the glory days.

In the midst of talking about some of his favorite plays back in the day, a screech abruptly stops the conversation that Cole was carrying on. Alex and Cole look to Jack for reassurance that everything is ok, but all Jack can do is sigh, closing his eyes and rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“Is everything ok with them?” Alex had a worried look on his face as he looked back and forth from where the screech came from, now replaced with yelling, to Jack who continued to massage the bridge of his nose.

“I’m sure we’re about to find out,” Jack groaned as the sound of stomping came from one side of the house, down the hall, and into the living room revealing a furious Beck. She was holding a poster of a young Joe Burrow in his early NFL career, but there appeared to be sharpie scribbled all over it.

“Dad, I told the twins to stay out of my room and look what they did! Not to mention they dropped my brand new eye shadow palate and broke it! They’re such brats and you and mom let them do whatever they want!” Beck was on the verge of tears, and as if on cue the pitter patter of little feet was approaching quickly.

“Daddy, she’s lying! Beck isn’t right!” The twins protested as they prepared to make the case for their innocence.

“Shut up!” Beck shoved Piper who was trying to cover her big sister’s mouth with her hand, but failed miserably.

Alex and Cole were desperately trying to suppress their laughs, as Jack was already giving them a glare as to say “shut up or you’re going to make it worse.”

“Beck, don’t call your little sister brats—”

“See, they get away with everything because they’re your favorites!” Beck interrupted as her tears were beginning to flow freely.

“If you’d let me finish young lady, I was going to get onto them,” Jack put on a more stern voice while talking to his oldest. He had learned early on that the girls would walk all over him if he let them, so he had to stand his ground. Even though every fiber of him wanted to give Beck a hug and kiss on the cheek and high five the twins for the immaculate mustache that Joe Burrow was now sporting, he was the parent and had to control the chaos.

“Piper and Presley Hughes, did your sister ask you both to stay out of her room?” Jack turned his attention to the twins.

“We didn’t do it daddy,” Piper was the spokesperson for the two, but both had the biggest blue eyes that screamed they were innocent.

“Oh really? So why are there sharpie hearts all over Presley’s arms and smiley faces on Piper’s cheeks and forehead?” Jack raised an eyebrow at the little ones.

He watched as the twins looked at the art that each one had decided to draw on themselves, realizing that they had been caught.

“Piper made me do it, Daddy,” Presley’s bottom lip quivered as a tear ran down her cheek.

“Presley made me do it!” Piper quickly followed, tears brimming her eyes as well.

Jack was unsure how he had 3 girls crying in front of him and how in the world he was responsible for them. Being a middle brother didn’t exactly prepare him for the task of being a girl dad, but he was trying his best and learning along the way.

Jack heard a vehicle pull into the garage, signaling that his saving grace, his wife, had arrived home.

“Do we want to get mom involved, or can we apologize to each other and help Sister clean her room?” Jack put the options out for the girls, their eyes growing in worry that their mom would be involved in the little spat between the three of them.

“Sissy, we’ll help clean,” the twins quickly ran from the kitchen to their older sister’s bedroom.

“Dad, they literally just went back into my room without my permission!” Beck whined, apparently choosing the latter decision.

Before Jack could say anything, his wife walked through the door from the garage and sat down her bag that she carried to and from her teaching job.

“I’m home! Alex, Cole, it’s so good to see you both!” She obliviously made her way to give the two a hug, unaware of the ordeal going on in front of her.

“Hey babe,” She kissed Jack on the cheek and then went to give Beck a kiss on the forehead when she saw the poster in her hand.

“What’s this?” She asked, grabbing the poster from her daughter and assessing the damage that had been done to it.

“Your spawns and their idea of fun,” Beck grumbled and made her way back to her room.

“What did I miss?” She asked Jack, confused as to what the big problem was.

“MOM!” Beck’s voice echoed across the house, and Jack was sure that the entire neighborhood could hear it. His wife immediately ran to the source, leaving Jack alone with Alex and Cole once more.

“Should we come back later?” Cole questioned his friend.

“Please don’t leave me,” Jack was partially joking, but Cole and Alex laughed nonetheless.

Jack braced himself once more when he heard footsteps come from the hallway that lead to the girls’ rooms, but once he realized that it was Emmy, his tension eased and he motioned for her to come sit with him.

“Mom is grounding them,” She said, rolling her eyes as she could hear Beck’s protests.

“She’s a lifesaver,” Jack shook his head and grinned.

“You should’ve just had boys, Dad. I’m the only normal one and you know it,” Emmy smirked at her dad, knowing the button to push to put him into defensive mode.

“Why do you all think I have a favorite? I love you all the same!” Jack’s voice raised an octave as he was determined to convince his daughter, and now his friends, that he didn’t have a favorite.

Cole and Alex laughed at Emmy, finding it humorous that she had Jack’s personality, just in a teenager form.

“Emmy, have you studied for your math test tomorrow?” Her mom appeared from the hallway with inquisitive eyebrows and crossed arms.

“Mom…” Emmy groaned, but knew that was her queue to retreat to her room before getting her iPod taken away.

“Jack, we need to work on your discipline skills,” his wife smirked at him as she wrapped her arms around him and replaced Emmy’s spot in his lap with herself.

“Birth control, guys….just use it,” Jack deadpanned.

He joked about it, but he couldn’t picture his life any differently. He had 5 girls that he loved so very much, even if they drove him absolutely crazy sometimes.

“So Jack,” Alex spoke up, “…did Ellen and Jim have a favorite?”

“Oh, most definitely me,” Jack chuckled, but his friends laugh bounced off the ceiling around the kitchen.

“Jack,” his wife stood up from his lap, thumping his ear before she left the room.

“Love you!” He called to her, finding joy in getting on her nerves.

If somebody would have told the three men sitting at the table that this would’ve been their future when they were in their early 20s, they would’ve denied it.

But now that the time is here, they cherish these chaotic nights, knowing one day the house will be quiet, the visits with friends less frequent, and the good old days but a mere unspoken memory.

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Double post in one day? I think so. You couldn’t tell by my writings, but I’m a die hard Quinn fan. I just think Jack would be such a funny dad and I love writing about him like that. Also I have major baby fever right now…..but ANYWAYS. Thanks for reading!!! Please send in request as my good ideas feel like they are few and far between! If you want a specific person or plot, let me know and I’d love to make it come to life through writing!! Winter break just began and I have time!!

[theinsideofabin]

The Dragon and The Seahorse

Pairing: Maegor Targaryen x Rhaellar Targaryen

Warnings: Targcest (aunt/nephew), rape, intoxication, breeding kink, unprotected sex, Maegor calls Rhaellar wife but they’re not actually married.

Word Count: 2,127

“You’re sooooooo nice to me, Maemae.” Rhaellar giggled drunkenly, leaning against her tall strong nephew, pale cheeks flushed a bright pink, highlighting her light freckles. “Such a gentleman!” She says, letting out a little ‘oof!’ sound when he pushed her back onto her mattress, her body bouncing before settling, silver hair spread behind her like moonlight in the dark.

“Yes, that’s me, the gentleman.” Maegor says, peering down at her with a very ungentlemanly look, reaching out to roll her over onto her belly before his fingers went to the laces at the back of her dress. “Come on, Mhysar, let’s get you out of these clothes. They’ve got brandy on them.” He lies smoothly, deftly undoing the tense cords.

“They do?” Rhaellar whines in an almost childish voice, turning her head to look back at him with a pout, pushing herself up onto her hands and knees, though her limbs were shaky. “When did I spill brandy on myself?”

“You didn’t, Mhysar.” Maegor says, soothing her by running his palms over her body, under the thick fabric of her dress but still over the light underclothes beneath it. Sliding the dress down her arms as best he could, his heart skipping a beat when his fingers brushed against the sides of her breasts. Warm to the touch, and seemed so soft. Practically calling for him. “Someone must have spilled some when nobody was looking.”

“Do you think it’ll come out?” She asks, still pouting as he placed his hand on her belly, gently pulling her up into a sitting position so he could work her arms out of her sleeves before grabbing at the bunched fabric resting at her waist and blessed finally pulling her dress all the way off. Rhaellar collapses back onto her bed, seemingly content without all that added weight. “That’s one of my favorite dresses.”

“I’m sure it will wash out just fine.” Maegor says, barely even paying attention anymore as he looks at her. The way her underdress flowed over her body, highlighting every curve he longed to squeeze at. Shamelessly, he reached down to adjust himself in his pants, before pausing and reaching for the fine leather belt holding his trousers up. “Seems unfair for you to be the only one near naked.” He whispers huskily, not waiting for a response as he pulls the belt from its loops, letting his pants drop down to his ankles before kicking them off along with his boots.

Rhaellar blinks at him, slow and heavy, trying to process the sudden sight of Maegor’s heavy cock twitching against his pale thigh, flushed red and leaking at the tip. “Maegor?” She suddenly whispered, a hint of wariness in her voice.

“Don’t need to be afraid, Mhysar.” He says, shedding his shirt, leaving him completely nude before her. Reaching his hand down to grasp her ankle and yank her to the edge of the bed, ignoring her high pitched squeal. “I’ll make it good for you too.”

“Make what good?” She asks, her head spinning as he grasped the hem of her underdress and yanked it up her body so hard that it almost ripped, ignoring her flailing until it was finally off and she lay shaking and wide eyed beneath him, her hands laying limply at her sides with no idea what to do in her drunken state.

“So beautiful.” Maegor sighs, cupping her cheek, big warm palm caressing freckled skin before sliding down, over her neck and collarbones, stopping over her chest to give one of her breasts a firm squeeze before continuing his venture over her belly and down to her thighs. “Come on, Love, open up for me.” He whispers, leaning down to breathe hot air over her pale curls, just over where her legs were clamped shut, preventing him from seeing all that he wanted to look at. Unwilling to be deterred when he was so close to getting all he wanted, he wedged his hands between the plush flesh of her thighs, rubbing his thumbs against her skin before he started to slowly pry them apart. Her wiggling and kicking futile, especially when he managed to duck his head down and press a sloppy kiss to her now exposed pussy.

“Oh!” Rhaellar yelped, jolting in place, her hands going down to tangle in her nephew’s hair. “M-Maegor, you can’t do that!” She says, trying in vain to push his head away and only succeeding in making him growl.

“You’re already so wet down here, bet I could just slip my cock in right now.” He groans, licking a broad stripe up the split of her cunt, nosing at her curls almost affectionately. Perverse man that he was, getting off on the scent of her wetness. “But I won’t do that. Wanna make you feel so good that you come begging for more.” He huffs before he takes her clit into his mouth and sucks.

Rhaellar whines, eyes rolling back into her head and her hips jerking up, pushing further against his face. One of her hands leaves his hair to clamp over her mouth, afraid of the noises falling from her own lips. But Maegor would have none of it, one of his own hands shooting up to grab hers and roughly pin it down by her hip. And the glare he gave her…..it was like she just threatened to kill him. Her punishment was even worse, her eyes growing teary when he nipped at her pussy lips, giving one of them a harsh tug just to see her wince and tear up.

“You don’t get to hide anything from me anymore.” He says, running his teeth over her clit in a way that had her shaking. “This is all mine now, Mhysar. Trying to hide it, to quiet yourself, that’s thievery and I won’t tolerate it.” He says, digging his nails into her thigh, sure to leave crescent moon shapes in her skin for days. “Tell me you understand.”

“I-I understand.” She says, melting with relief when he eased his grip on her, giving her pussy a few soft little kitten licks in what almost felt like an apology for his previous roughness.

“Pretty girl.” He whispers, moaning against her wet flesh when he works a finger into her Virgin pussy, oh so careful not to press too far in. He wanted to break her hymen on his cock, after all. “So beautiful, so fucking tight. I’m going to fill this perfect, gorgeous cunt up with my seed.”

Rhaellar doesn’t respond to his words verbally, her mind a haze, unable to even think between the pleasure and the alcohol floating through her veins. “Maegor.” She slurs, pussy clenching on air when he pulls away from her to work his way up her body, licking and kissing the same path his hand had gone down before he reached her lips, overeagerly shoving his tongue so far into her mouth that she almost choked. One arm wrapping around her hips, holding her close as the other positioned his cockhead against her winking hole.

“Hold me, my love.” He grunts against her mouth, tapping at her entrance insistently, smearing thick globs of white precum all over her wetness. Her arms shot up, trying to wrap around his thick barreled chest, her nails digging into his back when he finally pushed the head in, splitting her open to make way for the rest of his length.

“Gonna break.” Rhaellar whines, tears already building in her eyes, even when he tried to kiss them away. “T-too much. You’re too much!”

“No, love, I’m not.” He pants, hiking her legs up onto his hips, the angle making the glide a little easier as he finally broke past that little flap of skin inside of her, making a trickle of blood leak and mingle with their combined fluids. “You just need to get used to me, and you will.” He says, placing a hand by her head, using it to properly balance himself. “Gonna fuck this perfect pussy at least twice a day. Make sure my seed takes root inside of you. You’ll give me a baby, won’t you?” He pants, eyes fluttering closed as he starts rolling his hips, slowly fucking in the last few inches of his cock.

“A baby…..” Rhaellar whines, her head spinning. Images of a little Maegor resting against her heaving chest after birth, bloody and wailing, little wisps of silver hair plastered against their forehead. Tiny little fingers and toes, chubby cheeks with her freckles painted across them, and baby blue eyes that would change color as they aged.

“Yeah, a baby.” Maegor says, his mind filled with similar images, unable to stop himself from slamming in to the hilt, muffling her shriek with the palm of his hand as he kept talking. “If it were any of my other wives, I’d say I want a boy. But with you, all I want is a little girl. A little girl with your eyes who loves the sea. That’s what I want for us.” He grunts, humping her core more fiercely, pushing his lower belly against her in such a way that had her clit grinding against it incessantly, adding to her arousal, as reluctant as it was. “Cum for me, ābrazȳrys.”He says, the fat of her ass jiggling with every downward thrust, the tip of his cock rubbing against her cervix painfully. But…..in a way that seemed to only add to her high.

Whimpering and half out of her head, she moved her hands up to Maegor’s face, cupping his cheeks and pulling him down for a warm kiss, letting him lick and bite at her tongue as much as he pleased as her orgasm crashed over her in heavy waves, aided by his relentless motions. She breathed a sigh of relief when he finally stopped and pulled out, though it was short lived by the way he flipped her over onto her hands and knees and pressed his cock back into her with one thrust that had her crying out.

“M-Maegor, not so soon!” She pleads, her tits swinging under her as he picks up the same speed he had before, hands firmly on her hips to pull her back towards him with every thrust forward, like a battering ram inside her cunt. “It’s so sensitive. It hurts!” She sobs, though it did nothing to deter him, if his savage grunts were anything to go by.

“It doesn’t stop til I cum, wife.” He says, his head dropping down, chin pressed against his chest so he could watch the way her stretched out cunt struggled against him, his cock slamming in and coming back out soaking wet. “Doesn’t stop til I fill this cunt with seed and maybe even for a while after that. You’ve hidden this sweet little treasure away from me for years, and now I’m finally plundering it to my heart’s content.”

Rhaellar hiccups, feeling like the air is getting forced out of her lungs everytime he fills her. His cock carving away at her insides, making room for himself there permanently. She’d never be the same again, her body would never forget the shape of his cock. Brown eyes filled with tears once more and she let out a half broken scream when he forced a pillow under her hips, making it rub against her raw clit.

“Give you two orgasms for every one of my own, wife.” He says as her eyes roll back into her skull, arms collapsing beneath her as that coil in her belly heats up again, tightening and tightening, fraying at the edges. “Never leave you without pleasure. Make you feel so good, you won’t ever be able to claim it as rape. Because I know you will, but this isn’t that. This is….this is love making, dōna ābrazȳrys. I love you.” He says, feeling a weight lift off his chest at the words. “I love you so much, since we were little. And now you’re mine, not Aenys’ or some fat little lord’s. Mine.”

“Maegor.” Rhaellar whimpers pathetically, drooling against the mattress, feeling it smear across her cheek with the way her body is pulled back and forth. Tired, so tired…..she couldn’t take much more.

“Rhaellar.” He mumbles in return, bending down to kiss her throat, so sweet and loving compared to the way the rest of his body was treating her, hips finally stilling against her ass as his cock twitches and spills inside of her, flooding her womb with his dna. He groans, low and deep, ass clenching as he drains his balls inside of her cunt, just as her eyes fluttered closed, and the world faded to black.

[writingsofwesteros]

Imagine

Sweet moments with the princess, Lord Bolton, and their first child when they’re still little.

The boy grew fairly well. The Princess worried initially. Her family had many sickly babies. And this northern chill…

But he adapted well. Soon he’s able to crawl and sit up on his own. Though often he just crawls to his mother and whines until she picks him up or pays some attention to him. All the affection she gave him when he was small made him rather attached. And she adores him.

The halls of the Dreadfort sometimes have the echos of a baby’s laughter, and the affectionate noises his mother makes as she kisses his little face and tickles him until he laughs again.

It’s a common sight to see her walking with her boy in her arms. Smiling gently as he makes his little faces. She often wraps him also in her furs when she’s wearing them. Holding him close to her.

She finds a lot of joy after the birth of the child. She even placed a kiss on her husband’s cheek and smiled at him before he was to leave on business, holding their little boy and telling him “wave bye to Papa, my love.”

Lord Bolton never expected to see the sight. His wife standing there, wrapped in her furs, wearing Bolton colors. Holding their child and smiling at him so happily. She looks so…. at home.

She finds it endearing to see him interact with their son. He’s more attentive to the child than she expected from a nobleman. At least in his own way.

Sometimes, she’s even seen him soothe the boy. Picking him up if he cries and letting him rest his little head on his shoulder. He doesn’t do much, but he does hold him. And clearly that comforts the little one enough.

Other times, she’ll notice him watching the child from the corner of her eye. Just him being aware. And if the boy starts crawling too close to something dangerous, she notices the subtle reaction in him before she stops the baby. He’s more worried than he lets on.

One thing that did make her laugh. Was when the boy started making noises. And Lord Bolton tried teaching him to speak. Holding the child and speaking in complete sentences, but only getting babbling or a stare in response. He tries to simplify it. Getting the boy to say “father.” Or… attempt that.

The child only says something close to “baba.” And she tries desperately not to laugh as Lord Bolton gently corrects him and repeats ‘father.’ Only for the child to repeat HIMSELF again. This continues for a while. But then after Lord Bolton corrects him again the child instead proudly declares “mama!”

That, coupled with the expression she sees her husband make, finally sends the princess into a fit of laughter she can no longer contain.

THE CUTEST!! Lord Bolton never expected to see the sight. His wife standing there, wrapped in her furs, wearing Bolton colors. Holding their child and smiling at him so happily. She looks so…. at home. Bless her, she really is becoming at home here, her sweet babe allowing her to relax and love on him.

The feasts are always messy, she tries to keep her sweet one close and to stop grabbing the cakes in front of him.

His father introduces him to the horses as well, and she's quite frightened of this but he keeps a protective hold of the babe who keeps reaching to pet them.

[ladybellissima]

Finding Love Katakuri x Reader Part 15

"What a sight to see. You must be the famous (Y/N) Charlotte which everybody is talking about."

Standing in the line and waiting for her moment to give Big mom her present, (Y/N) got the attention of a certain famous journalist. Turning around he smirked happily and quickly shot a photo. Not able to comprehend the situation, he already wrote down some notes and pushed further.

"Pardon me. I am Morgans and can't wait to write something about you. Was it a political marriage? Yeah? What were the terms and how is it going? ", he added quickly, while shooting another photo without asking, if (Y/N) found that okay.

"Nice to meet you.", she spoke as politely as possible, but felt it hard to.  "I don't think I am famous, so there is no need in writing something about me, but my husband has sure more to tell than me. Maybe I should get him and you talk to him a bit.", she spoke in a friendly way and smiled even more after Morgans gulped nervously of her words. (Y/N) didn't need to look at Katakuri to see that he was already observing her situation.

" ahhhhh (Y/N)! Nice to see you! How do you like Pudding's wedding so far? ", a high pitched voice let her turn back to her mother in law, who was focused on her little form with a dangerous glint in her eyes. Her table was already stuffed with treasure chests, but still her hunger for more wasn't stopped. Nervous (Y/N) stepped closer, while the other guests watched every move she did.

"It's nice to see you Mama. It's really overwhelming how beautiful everything is decorated. ", she spoke and had to admit to herself that the second part was the truth. Noticing a picture of an older woman close by to her, she was about to tell her what beautiful frame and woman it was, but before her hand could touch the frame, it was grabbed quickly by a strong familiar one. Looking up she was met with Katakuri, who stood beside her now and taking her hand in his. Others were gasping and shooting photos of finally seeing him in another position than sitting at the back and observing. "(Y/N) brought you a gift as a thank you for your invitation Mama. ", Katakuri spoke and got an amused laugh from his mother. Looking down she already drooled of having another present. A little shaken of this woman's power and height, (Y/N) showed her the basket with sweets, praying inside that it would be good enough for her expectation. Smiling in delight Big mom got sparkling eyes and quickly took the basket out of her hand. "ohhhhh my little cupcake. You don't have to…..", she sang and shoved one of her doughnuts into her mouth. Screaming in happiness she clapped her hands happily. "(Y/N) I have to say I like you more and more. Your baking abilities are quite special.", she spoke and sighed in delight after eating another one. Streussen the head cook appeared by Big moms side and picked a crumble of her desserts with his sword. Plopping it into his mouth his eyes sparkled as well. " Katakuri has a very talented wife. I even would allow her to bake under my direction.", he spoke and ducked quickly of Big mom's arms, which she stretched out happily while laughing out loud. Intrigued by their show (Y/N) hold onto Katakuri's arm to calm her trembling body. "Do you hear that cupcake? You also have my head cook's bless. Keep up your work.", she spoke amused and Katakuri quickly lead her out of the group of guests to get them out of his mother's attention. Sighing in relief (Y/N) still clinged onto his arm.

"I forgot to tell you that this picture is very important for Mama. Don't ever touch it or come close to it.", he explained and (Y/N) nodded quickly. Thank god he got her before she did that.

Sudden shoutings were heard and (Y/N) was met with the next spectacle. A huge cloud flew across their heads with Pudding and Sanji waving happily. (Y/N) watched the scene in awe of how beautiful his sister looked and how Sanji seemed to enjoy her company.

"Are you sad that your wedding wasn't like that?", Katakuri's voice let her stop and look up to his calm and emotionless expression, which was directed to his sister.

"It's overwhelming how much effort your Mama invested in this wedding.", she started. Katakuri felt a sudden pain in his chest. His mother didn't find it important to celebrate his arranged marriage with an outstanding party and only focused on the wedding cake and desserts. Mostly because Pudding's wedding was in planning and more important at that time and (Y/N)'s kingdom wasn't really big and known over the seas.

"But honestly it would have been way too much for me. I couldn't concentrate on the details anyway. And flying on a cloud…. No thanks.", she spoke and felt happy after hearing a small chuckle of him. Pressing her hand softly, he gave her a closed eyed smile which was rare to see. It was one of these moments where everything around her seemed silent. Like the time stopped for a moment to just enjoy this moment longer, but his look narrowed. Looking up to his sister, (Y/N) noticed right away that something was off. It all happened so fast that she wasn't able to comprehend the situation. The ceremony was stopped by Pudding, who was crying on the floor, with a gun next to her.

"What is she doing?", Katakuri growled pissed and the next moment everyone was on high alert. The Vinsmoke family was surrounded by Katakuri's siblings with guns in their hands and out of nowhere a horde of man with straw hats jumped out of the cake.

"Katakuri?…!", she gasped of the beginning chaos, while he acted quickly and got her bridal style. Getting out of the fighting zone he let his wife down next to the wedding cake.

"(Y/N) stay out of this. I will get rid of the intruders.", he spoke colder than ice and let her body tremble of fear. She didn't know what exactly caused all this, but she was sure to stay out of this and give him space to handle that situation. His look alone let her froze in place.

Leaving her behind, she felt uneasy of what to do. The straw hat boys were still jumping around like crazy.

"Hey watch out!", a voice shouted close to her and before she could react she was grabbed by one of the boys and pushed to the ground. Looking down her blood ran cold, after seeing this stranger snuggling into her breasts.

"What! Do! You! Think! You! Are! Doing!!!", she gasped and kicked the boy with full force away. Shaken she got up and was met with the gazes of a shocked looking reindeer and a nervous woman, hiding behind some cream.

"Namiiiiii! She saw us!!!", the little reindeer spoke frustrated and clinging onto his friend.

"What are you saying! You were the one who called out for her in the first place! You idiot!", she spoke pissed. (Y/N) was pushed by some straw hat boys and quickly got to their hideout. Nervously they gave each other a look, but let her stay. "Are you okay? Are you hurt? My name is Chopper by the way. ",the reindeer spoke with a smile.

"Thank you for your help. That's very sweet of you. I am (Y/N)", she spoke happily while Chopper made a happy dance.

"I am Nami..", the girl told her and sighed. "You don't seem dangerous to us. So you can stay here. We have some business to do with the Big mom pirates.", Nami spoke with anger and looked out to the battlefield. (Y/N) felt her blood ran cold. She was with the enemy. But in a way she didn't feel that they were bad people. She would never interfere, but staying with them would mean that she would get them in serious trouble because of Katakuri. He would be furious.

"Actually… I am..", she started, but Chopper quickly grabbed her arm and gave her back a closer look.

"Who did that?!", he spoke angered and (Y/N) tried to get out of his grip. His gaze fell onto her legs, which were slightly exposed of her torn dress and didn't make the situation better.

"(Y/N) this is very serious. Who did that to you? Where are these bruises coming from? ", he asked again, but was grabbed by Nami.

" I am sorry (Y/N) we have to go now. Stay here and whatever happened to you… I hope you can leave it behind.", she spoke and rushed out with Chopper. (Y/N) was about to clear this misunderstanding, but she got no chance. The wedding cake trembled and she knew that her hideout wouldn't last long. Getting up she decided to leave to a safer place. Katakuri was focused on his enemies and trusted her to stay out of this. Slowly climbing out, she looked out for any straw hat maniacs and started to head to the end of the platform. A man called Bege started a fight and attacked Big mom. (Y/N) knew right away that this woman would never fall so easily. Shocked she watched the man transforming into a castle. Gasping of disbelief she froze in the spot, while her look wandered around the stone walls. She read a lot about devil fruit powers in books, but in reality it was more fascinating. Katakuri either used his mochi powers and overwhelmed their enemies. He was so strong and intimitating, which let others tremble in fear.

"(Y/N)!!!!", Chopper called out to her, who was now more looking like a reindeer and rushing to her side. Taking her body quickly he turned back and ran as fast as he could into the castle. Screaming shocked (Y/N) grabbed the reindeer's fur for support to avoid falling down at his speed. The last thing she could see was a surprised Katakuri who reached out to grab her.

"(Y/N)!!!!", Katakuri shouted pissed after her and stopped before the doors of Bege's castle.

The first thing that she noticed was the silence. Followed by sudden shouting and complaining.

"Chopper you reckless idiot!", Nami shouted frustrated and scolded him for letting her behind.

"I couldn't let her stay there. It was too dangerous with these monsters out there. She is hurt. She needs our help.", he spoke proudly of his heroic action. (Y/N) felt more and more frustrated that whatever she did, she would always get in trouble. Looking up and slowly getting down from Chopper she couldn't help it and hug the lovely reindeer of his actions.

" You didn't know me and still you care so much. Thank you Chopper.", she spoke lovingly and gave him a small peck on his forehead. Blushing madly he ran in circles and called her an idiot. Like he would ever be happy about such sweet words. Chuckling about his doings, she suddenly felt many eyes on her.

" hey who are you and why do you know Chopper?", one straw hat boy stepped to her side and asked clueless with a bright smile, but (Y/N) quickly stepped back, while hugging herself for protection.

"You are one of the straw hats who grabbed me!", she shouted angered and suddenly was surrounded by three men dressed in green, blue and red.

"how shameful to touch such a beauty without permission.. Don't worry we will punch some sense into him.. ", they spoke protectively, but being so close to her they started to fly around her with hearts in their eyes, forgetting everything what they had spoken.

"What are you saying? I didn't do such things. Even if you are really pretty.", the straw hat spoke honestly and let the others gasp.

"(Y/N). These boys out there were animals changed into his appearance by mirrors. Don't worry this idiot speaks the truth. He is our captain, Luffy. ", Nami told her and let her sigh in relief. Bowing as an apology she gave him a heartwarming smile.

"I am sorry. Forgive me. My name is (Y/N). Nice to meet you.", she told him and he laughed happily.

"You are very nice. I like you.", he spoke, while the others fell to the floor shocked. Sanji quickly took her hand in his and  sparkled of her appearance, while singing happily how nice she looked, but for (Y/N) it was like a sick joke.

"How can you be able to flirt with me at your wedding? Even if it is an political one, you shouldn't do that. ", (Y/N) narrowed her eyes and quickly pulled her hand back, which let his heart shatter in pieces.

"You get it wrong (Y/N). But as a guest you couldn't know the truth. Pudding wanted to shoot Sanji, it was all fake. Big mom wanted to kill his family and erase the Vinsmokes. We are here to safe him and his relatives.", Nami explained and shocked (Y/N) with her words. Was Pudding such a manipulating woman? She seemed so in love with Sanji. It was all acting? Sighing, (Y/N) took a deep breath and let things sink. So many things were going terribly wrong.

" Why, on earth is she here? ", Bege spoke in a threatening tone and stepped before (Y/N). Scared she stepped back of this dangerous looking man.

"I dare you to hurt this beautiful woman!", Sanji came back to his senses and got to (Y/N) 's side, but was quickly pulled away by his ear by Nami.

"I think you all didn't know who she is.", he spoke angered, while the others watched (Y/N) confused.

"Something to say (Y/N) Charlotte?"

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

FFXIV Write: Draconic

In which Estinien has what he knows will be the world's most awkward conversation with Esme, Hami, and Marc about him and his draconic side. SFW.

“Alright, so what you’re telling us is that when Nidhogg’s shade possessed you, he…it…whatever…altered you. Is that correct, Bapa?” Esme said, slowly blinking.

Fuck me, this is just as awkward as I imagined it to be.

Estinien cleared his throat, leaning back in his favorite chair. “Aye. His presence changed my aether, and the alchemists here detected differences in my blood.” He smiled reassuringly at Esme, Hamignant, and Marcelin’s worried faces. “But fear not, none of that is in any of you.”

“So we’re not part dragon?” Hamignant teased, wrinkling his nose just like Agi. “Damn.”

Esme giggled, while Marcelin rolled his eyes. “Twat.” Marcelin muttered, elbowing his twin. Then his brown eyes suddenly widened. “Wait, those times when you and Mum had to go away for a few days every six months or so…is that…” Fury preserve, his eyes cannot get wider, surely? “Like a rut? Like Vrtra?”

Well, shit.

Come on, you knew this was coming.

“Aye.”

Esme let out a squeak like Agi, as Marcelin’s mouth dropped open.

“Are we all products of these…ruts…or…” Hamignant began before Marcelin smacked his arm.

“Seriously? That’s what you want to know?”

“Marc, come on!” He rolled his eyes before turning his attention back to his father. “Is that why there’s so many of us? Is it dragon weird shit?”

Why does he sound weirdly interested in this? I know he reads some…interesting novels, but surely?

Estinien rubbed a hand over the stubble on his face. “No,” he said slowly. “There are so many of you because we wanted a large family.”

Marcelin sniggered. “And because you can’t keep your hands off Mum.” The other two joined in, but then Estinien heard another giggle from the kitchen.

Agi, my angel…please save me from this conversation…

His wife poked her head around the corner and grinned. “All very true, my little love, but unfortunately, your father’s draconic tendencies don’t extend to that. The Twelve simply blessed us with you all, and I’m externally grateful.” Agnes rounded the corner, hands on her wider than they used to be hips. “Your father can become partially draconic as he did when he saved us, but that won’t be happening again.”

He nodded. “Yes.” I need to ask…need to know… He cleared his throat. “I, erm, I wanted to ask, before we move on from this, were you…were you afraid of me? When I came to rescue you?” This has haunted my dreams since that day. I cannot live with myself if I’ve frightened my children.

Estinien was not surprised when Esme spoke first.

“I was…” She scrunched her nose and thought for a moment. “Startled, more than anything…when I saw it was you. Then I was worried that you got hurt but not afraid.” Tears glistened in her brown eyes. Just like Agi. “You’ll always be my favorite knight, Bapa. I’m so glad it was you who saved us.” She rose from the couch and rushed to hug him, and Estinien pulled her in his lap. Just I used to when she was small. When I could protect her wielding Nidhogg and leaping into the air with ease.

But she can protect herself. She did that and more.

I’m so proud of you, my dear daughter.

And my dear sons, I’m proud of you too for looking out for each other and your mother and sister.

“Oh Bapa, draconic or not, you’re our father. We love you.” Hamignant said firmly, sounding far too much like Agi. He glanced at his twin. “Right, Marc?”

Marcelin smiled. Finally, a smile that’s mine. Tis like looking into a mirror… “You’re still my favorite knight, Bapa.”

“I thought I was!”

The boys began to playfully tease each other as Agnes watched the scene with a warm smile. When Estinien’s gaze met hers, he knew what she was thinking.

“See, love? Told you it would be fine. Told you they aren’t afraid of you. I’m very sexy, and I’m correct.”

Or something to that effect.

I’m a lucky bastard for many reasons---for my wife and children. For Alberic. For dear friends.

And Aymeric, I suppose.