#why the fuck did i married that man (affectionated)

[0xstarzx0]

NDA: Sleeping with Rafe was easy until you caught feelings. Unfortunately, you were married with kids, but let’s be honest, that was never going to stop the great Rafe Cameron.

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People would never understand.

William was a good man—wealthy, kind, affectionate. He had given you beautiful children, cherished you, loved you in every way a husband was supposed to.

So why did you cheat on him?

William was gentle, patient, and attentive, but you weren’t in love with him. The only reason you stayed was for your children, to give them the stability of a present, devoted father.

The first time you and Rafe slept together, it was a mistake. A drunken night that spiraled into something reckless, something forbidden.

It just happened.

You weren’t happy—not romantically, not sexually, not truly—and Rafe was the only man who made you feel like more than just a wife, more than just a mother. With him, you felt alive.

Yet, you had sworn to yourself that it wouldn’t happen again.

And now, here you were, standing in his dimly lit living room at 9 PM. Just the two of you.

“Rafe, I don’t want this anymore.”

He turned to face you, eyebrows knitting together as he poured himself a glass of whiskey.

“Did I miss something?” he asked, his voice calm, indifferent, like this conversation was nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

You stepped in front of him, refusing to be intimidated by his height, by his presence.

“I love my husband. I love my kids. I have everything I could ever want,” you argued, trying to convince him—trying to convince yourself.

Rafe took a slow sip of his drink, eyes locked on you, unreadable. Then, he simply nodded.

“Alright.”

That was it. No fight, no plea. Just alright.

Your heart skipped a beat. That wasn’t what you expected. You had prepared for an argument, for persuasion, for the inevitable temptation. But not this.

“Okay,” you whispered, grabbing your things.

And then, just as you turned, he caught your wrist. Before you could react, his lips brushed against yours—just for a second. A mere ghost of a kiss.

You froze.

He pulled away, waiting. Watching.

And then, before you could think, before you could stop yourself��you crashed into him.

Rafe manages to stabilize you in a few seconds, his lips moving desperately against yours, damn it, is this what they call "love"?

He buries his head in your neck and you moan, his hands gripping your ass tightly, his breathing heavy against your neck.

"You're going to leave your husband and come spend the rest of your days with me." He carries you to his sofa and pushes you against it, you pull him in by tugging on the collar of his shirt.

"And you know why you'll do it?" He tears your tights, eliciting a loud moan from you. "Because you're completely crazy about me."

"Go to hell Rafe!" You moan, he laughs and pulls your panties to the side without warning, he thrusts deep inside you. You feel your body shake with pleasure. He curses under his breath as he pulls your legs over his shoulders, deepening the angle. "Say it," he growls, his hands digging into your thighs. "Say you'll leave him." You whimper, your nails clawing at his back. "N-no,"

He pushes harder, your pussy feeling so good around him—it's better than it was with William. "Fuck, you're so tight," he grunts, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. You gasp, your head tossing side to side on the sofa.

He leans down, his teeth grazing your neck. "You're so fuck up f’me, whether you admit it or not," he hisses. "Your body knows it, even if your heart doesn't." His fingers find your clit, circling it firmly. "Come on, baby. Give in."

Tears stream down your face from overwhelming pleasure as Rafe chuckles. He laughs because he knows that William has never had you like this—completely at his mercy, your body surrendering utterly. 

"That's it, sweetheart," Rafe purrs, feeling your pussy clench tightly around him.

"God!.." he groans, his pace quickening. "You make me lose control." He swallows hard, then asks darkly, "Are you on the pill?" You freeze beneath him. " Answer me," he growls, "Before I put a baby in you."

you bite your lip hard and scratch his back.

"Say it," he demands, his hands gripping your hips possessively. "Say you don't care if I knock you up right now." He pulls out slightly, teasing his tip at your entrance. "Say it, and I'll do it."

"I don't care if you put a baby in me Rafe Cameron. I just want you to do it." You look Rafe straight in the eyes, there's no ounce of doubt or hesitation, only love, love that has been repressed for far too long.

His eyes darken dangerously at your words, raw emotion flashing across his face. "Fuck," he mutters, then drives into you hard and deep, each thrust deliberate. "You realize what you're saying? That you want..." He breaks off, his voice becoming thick. "My baby."

"Say it again," he demands roughly, his body shaking above you. "That you'll carry my baby, that you'll be the mother of my children." He pants, his face contorted with emotion.

You remove your legs from his shoulders and cradle his face in your soft hands. "I'll be the mother of your children." You smile, your eyes starting to fill with tears. "I'll be the mother of your children." Rafe laughs, a hint of sincerity, and kisses you deeply.

For the first time in his life, Rafe felt like he had found the right one—and he had no intention of ruining it.

[arminsumi]

gojo feeling a bit down but being terrible at communicating it but you can tell because when he thinks your not looking he looks sad so ur just super affectionate with him without saying why and giving him all the love he needs 🥺

TWO DAYS IS TOO LONG.

𝐆. 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 — 五条悟

NOTE: aaa this!! 😩 i hope u like what i did with it 💗

WARNINGS — fem reader, small bit of angst, pre-established relationship (married), if u saw an error then... no u didn't... 🥲

🍒 𝐉𝐚𝐲 — サクランボ ⋅ 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 !

p.s. requests are open again sweeties! come say hi i would love to write for uuu!!

You're folding clothes into a suitcase in preparation for a business trip to Okinawa when your husband comes into the bedroom.

He lingers behind you with a solemn expression, hair brushing the top of the doorframe. If there's one thing he hates most, it's your business trips to Okinawa, because he can't ever tag along (and he's tried. He's clung to your leg at the airport before.)

It's just two days.

But those two days are two days too long for him. He watches you serenely packing your suitcase for a little while longer, his lips skewed into a sad curve, and then does what he always does when he's upset and slowly embraces your from behind.

"Angel." you jump a little. This man is as quiet and stealthy as a cat when he's sad. That's already a telling sign that he's upset — silence. Gojo Satoru is hardly a quiet man, especially around his wife.

"What's the matter?" you ask softly, still nimbly folding clothes with your hands. His arms vine around your tummy and he lowers his face to rest on your shoulder.

"Nothin'." he lies very unconvincingly. You can hear the lack of liveliness in his voice.

You turn around in his embrace. Lips still stuck in a sad curve, he looks down at you like a lost puppy. A tall, lanky, moody puppy of a man.

"C'mere." you beckon for him to lower himself into a kiss. He listens and when he feels the press of your lips, he melts like butter.

He licks his lips savoringly after you pull your face away. Feeling your hands cupping his cheeks is just what he needed right now.

"It's only for two days, Satoru. You're so dramatic." you tease.

He groans, "Two! Whole! Days! It annoys me. I wanna go with you so bad."

You tilt your head at him adoringly. Folding and packing has completely ceased, now you're giving full attention to your pouty husband and that makes him happy. He's relishing in it, bathing in the way you look at him with so much love.

"You know you can call me, right?" you tell him, calming his twittering nerves with each soothing touch across his shoulders and arms.

"But I want more than that. I want you right here." he groans and then does the most Gojo thing possible and purposefully topples his weight on you so you're pinned to the bed underneath him.

"S'toru, can't b-reathe!" you giggle shortly, feeling his body press to yours.

"I'm staying like this 'till the plane leaves 'n then you'll have to stay."

"You're ridiculous."

He smirks into your neck. "Call Nanami and tell him he's just gonna have to do all the work himself."

You laugh. Your husband rolls off to the side, realizing he's very slightly crushing you.

"So jealous." you remark. Gojo flares up defensively.

"I'm not jealous! — okay, a little — you know what yes! I am jealous! So fucking jealous."

You laugh again. He's furrowing his brows, clinging to your body like he does when he prepares to nap. A very cat-like posture. And then he paws for your attention.

"How did I marry such a damn goof." you tease.

"You married me because I'm a goof." he muttered.

"True. That was one of the first reasons I crushed on you."

His ears perked up. You'd began stroking your fingers through his hair, and he was relaxing against your body just soaking up the affection. "Oh really?" he smirks. "What were the other reasons, tell me."

You have to roll your eyes. He pesters you until you start telling him the long, long list of reasons why you fell in love with him. Gojo's smiling into your skin, happily listening and dozing off.

"Angel? Did you fall asleep? Of course you did." you sigh, looking at your half-filled suitcase and the clock; your plane was going to depart in an hour.

© 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄.

[stormz369]

☕💖 Can I Get Your Number? ☕💖 Ch 12

Jason Todd x (f)Chubby!Reader

written with a female reader in mind, first person pov, no use of Y/N, will probably get NSFW later, let me know if there's anything else I should tag this with!

warnings/labels: a tragic but necessary lack of Jason in this chapter, reader's friend calls her a bitch (affectionately), talks about insecurities wc: 2k

Chapter Selection

“Bitch, get out here already!” Stella called from her perch on my couch.

I chuckled softly, slowly entering the living room. It felt so strange to have such a fancy gown on in my dinky little apartment, but Stella had pulled the best friend card, so of course I had to show it to her! I did a little spin so she could see the full effect.

She gasped softly, covering her mouth with one hand. “Oh my fucking god…”

“... What?”

“God, you look like a princess!” She squealed before pouting a bit. “It's downright criminal that you're not even going to ask them about letting me tag along! I want the princess treatment too!”

I chuckled, smoothing out the skirt. “I'm not going to ask favors of people I barely know, Stell!”

“So ask your boyfriend, you know him!”

“Next time. I don't want it to look like I'm using him for his family connections, or his money.”

She sighed; “I guess you have a point … hey, he's got brothers, any of them single? Maybe I could swing my own invite to this thing!”

“... You know what, I don't know if Dick is single or not. … Tim's got a boyfriend, so the only definitely single one is the fourteen years old.”

She sighed, throwing herself back on the armrest. “Lame… well, at least let me live vicariously through you; what are you gonna wear with it?”

“... Elaborate?”

She raised an eyebrow; “jewelry, shoes? Oh! Let me do your hair and makeup, pleeeaaaase let me do your hair and makeup for the gala!”

“... Jewelry; I don't know. Shoes; these black heels Stephanie helped me find - she said they're the most comfortable heels she's ever worn, I just have to wear them for a few hours at a time the week before. Hair and makeup; yes, you can be in charge.”

Stella beamed, clapping excitedly. “Ok! Go get changed, we're going shopping!”

“We- … I literally just put this on, now you want it off???”

“We have to get you some jewelry to go with your dress!” She grinned, shoving me toward the bedroom. “Unless you think he's going to get you something special? Should we leave your options open?”

“Oh god, he better not… Nah, he wouldn't. The only reason I let him buy the dress was because I couldn't afford to do it myself, he knows that.”

“... Girl, you are the only person I know who could be handed a golden opportunity to be a sugar baby and wouldn't take it. What is wrong with you? Do you like the diner that much?”

She helped me out of the dress, hanging it back up and zipping the garment bag around it while I found some casual clothes to wear. “Not particularly, but I do like my independence. I do like knowing that if something went wrong I would still be able to take care of myself. And I definitely like knowing that I'm not relying on a man I've known for less than a year to pay my rent.”

She rolled her eyes at me. “Ok, but … what if you guys got married? Would you let him pay the rent then?”

“In that highly unlikely scenario? Sure, why not?” We kicked our shoes on and headed down toward the bus stop.

“What do you mean ‘unlikely’?”

“... He's who he is, and I'm who I am. … I love him, Stella. I think I probably would marry him if he asked, but honestly, … sometimes I still wonder when the other shoe is going to drop. I mean, come on; he is so hot-”

She groaned her approval; “indeed~”

“-and sweet, and clever, I just … what on earth does he see in me??” I sighed softly, fidgeting with the strap of my purse.

“Um, hello? Beautiful, smart, kind, generous, creative; gee, I wonder what he could possibly like about you!” She smacked the back of my head gently; “do I need to shout your many excellent qualities to the whole street? Cause I fucking will!”

I snickered, shoving her off of me. “Ok, ok! Yes, I have many good qualities. But still, we don't exactly make sense together; he's a Wayne, he could have anything and anyone he wants, and I'm-”

“What he wants.”

“-broke, the fact that we met at all makes no sense.”

“Yes, thank god for the weird pushy brothers, we must remember to include them in our prayers.” She rolled her eyes affectionately as the bus pulled up and we got on.

“He is built like Hercules-”

“And you're built like Aphrodite - thick thighs, soft squeezable curves, excellent tits.”

I snorted; “you show me the Aphrodite statue with a tummy like this, please. Stella, be real. I know I'm pretty - I'm not questioning that. I know Jason doesn't think there's anything wrong with my body, and I don't dislike my body myself. It's just … I also know what the women who are typically at these events look like. I've heard the comments my whole life, I know what people think of bigger girls, and … at a certain point it gets disheartening … I don't want to look out of place next to him.”

She pinched my cheeks between her hands, staring into my eyes. “Now you listen here; you are not allowed to be this defeatist about my best friend and her hunky boyfriend's future. Got that? Yeah, you're in totally different tax brackets, now. But you can't forget, he's the Wayne boy that got lifted out of Crime Alley. He didn't look like he belonged there at first either. Hell, maybe that's one of the things he likes about you; you're kind, and practical, and you don't care about his status.

At this point he's probably used to girls tripping over themselves to say, be, and do whatever he wants because he's a Wayne, not because they like him. We have established that this is not some convoluted college boy prank. He likes you. He's been devoted to you for months; I know because I have barely seen you - you’re always together. He wants to show you off in front of all those one-percenters at that gala. You are what he wants. Sit back and enjoy the ride, girl; stop looking for car crashes!”

Stella gave me a firm look as she released my face, and I slowly nodded; “... You feel better?”

“Much.” She grinned; “you?”

“Much.” She nodded happily and hugged me. I leaned against her, looking out the window for our stop.

Stella pulled me along to store after store, insisting I needed the proper undergarments for a gown like that, then that I should have a new perfume - “not a bath and body works body spray, a proper perfume” for special events -, then since we were already there she wanted to pick the perfect nude lip color for me. Finally, we ended up at the jewelry store. 

“Are you thinking gold or silver?” She peered into the display case.

“I don't know … maybe gold? … Nothing too expensive obviously… maybe a ruby pendant, to match the dress?”

The store clerk ignored us while we looked through the options, busying herself with something at the register. I was looking at a necklace with a gold chain and a teardrop shaped ruby pendant when she hurried over behind the counter. “Hello, Mr. Drake-Wayne! Is there anything I can help you with?”

Stella and I jumped a bit, turning to look behind us. And there was Tim, and Duke. Duke had his usual smile ready for us, but Tim simply raised an eyebrow at the associate. “... These ladies were here first.”

Her smile fell just a bit. “O- oh, of course. Um, … ladies?”

“... We're fine for now, thanks. … Hi Tim.” I chuckled softly; “have you upgraded from running background checks to actual stalking?”

Duke laughed, elbowing me playfully, and Tim groaned softly. “I'm sorry, ok?”

“I know, and I forgive you. You had to protect your family, there's nothing wrong with that. But I now have the right to tease you about it forever.”

Stella elbowed me firmly, wide eyed. “Ow! … Tim, Duke, this is Stella, Stella - Duke, and Tim.”

She grinned, holding out her hand for Duke to shake. “Hi! Wow, I can't believe I'm finally meeting a few of you!”

I chuckled softly. “Yeah, so what are you guys doing here?”

“Just hanging out, but we saw you over here and figured we should make sure you aren't looking at anything for the gala?”

“... Yeah, why?” I raised an eyebrow.

Duke grinned, shaking his head; “then stop.”

“... Jason knows I don't like him spending a bunch of money on me, and he already bought my dress…”

“Girl, get over it. It's a gala, let him get you nice things!” Stella grinned.

Tim tilted his head, frowning; “why don't you want him to spend money on you?”

“... I don't know how to explain this to you Tim. Just, … suffice it to say, Jason knows I don't want him doing that. So why should I not be looking at jewelry?”

The boys looked at each other, having some kind of silent conversation, before back to me; “... Look, just trust us? … We'll help you pick some earrings!”

Duke grabbed my hand, pulling me away from the necklaces. I followed, frowning a bit; “... Alright, but only because I trust Jay…”

Tim nodded, clearly relieved, and the boys started looking through the earring options. Stella followed along, offering her opinions as well. Finally, they had it down to a pair of earrings they insisted was perfect. Only problem was they were $500.

“Jesus Christ, Tim, what's with the bougie taste?” I sighed, setting them back down.

“What? They're perfect!”

“That's like … half my rent, rich boy!”

“... Ok, so I'll get them for you.”

“... Tim, if I don't want Jason spending this kind of money on me, what makes you think it's ok for you to?”

He shrugged; “cause I'm not going to sleep with you after?”

Duke smacked him, wide eyed; “um, dude???”

Stella blinked, not sure what to make of this, and I fixed Tim with my best ‘are you fucking serious?’ look.

“... Is the problem with Jay spending money not that it would make you feel bought and paid for?” Tim frowned, looking me over. “Huh, I'm not usually wrong ... Ok, sorry then. … I really don't understand though, what's the issue if not that?”

“... If I let him buy me too much too quickly it will start turning into a situation where I need him. If he's getting me expensive gifts, and paying my rent, and buying my groceries, how is he supposed to know that any steps we take in our relationship are because we want to take them, and not because I feel like I owe him for funding my lifestyle?”

A glimmer of understanding filled Tim's eyes, and he nodded slowly, a little grin on his face. “Ohhh, you're good. … Figure out what you want to do with your life, a brain like yours is too valuable to be wasted.”

I chuckled softly, nodding once. “I'll get right on that.”

Tim nodded. “Ok, so … let me get the earrings. Cause if I get them, we can say we're even for the whole stalking and background check thing.”

I thought for a moment. I liked having the upper hand on him, it was funny watching him squirm, but I also really did like the earrings, and they would look incredible with the dress. Plus, I wanted to look like I belonged at the gala, and these earrings would help me do that. “... Hmm … Deal. You'll buy the earrings, and I'll stop teasing you with the background check.”

He grinned and nodded, turning back to the counter and the store associate. “Alright, the lady will take these, and those matching hair pins.” He pointed to a set for $300.

“Wha- Tim???” I stared at him.

He smiled brightly; “those are my gift to you. You've been a good sport about a lot of weird shit, and … I haven't seen Jason this happy in a long time.”

“... You're not allowed to get me a Christmas present.”

He shrugged, smiling. “Ah, but you will be around for Christmas? Good.”

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Mi Querida Esposa || Alejandro Vargas

For @glitterypirateduck's “Amor a Alejandro” writing challenge! I used prompt 16. "Nothing is ever simple".

Rating: G Words: 2.6K Tags: f!reader, you/your pronouns but no Y/N, Spanish terms of endearment, best friends to lovers, forced marriage (but not like THAT), friendly bickering, drinking, kissing, no smut. Summary: Alejandro's parents have been pestering him to settle down and get married. He lies that he and reader (his best-friend) are dating. The lie snowballs. a/n: I imagined that both Alejandro and reader are Mexican! Only curse words and terms of endearment are in Spanish.

a/n #2: I wrote a follow-up for this one shot: Check here

“Please, it’s just dinner!” Alejandro said as he stood in your kitchen at 6 P.M.

You had just gotten home from work, and barely had time to kick off your shoes and start on dinner when the front door to your apartment opened and your best friend came strolling in.

Not even a minute later, he was groveling (on his feet, because he’s too proud to do it on his knees) for your help.

“Are you drunk, Ale?” You ask him as you continue stirring the pasta in the boiling water so it doesn’t stick.

“No, I’m not.” He replies loudly as he gets as close to you as possible, leaning his hip on the counter next to him. “Please.” He pleads again. “It’s really simple, I promise you!” He continues.

“Simple? Ale, nothing is ever simple with you!” You retort as you use your hand to pinch the bridge of your nose. “You’ve just asked me to marry you!” You ask him as you look up at him.

Sometimes you resent yourself for being such a good actress. It’s part of the reason why you find yourself pretending not to like Alejandro as much as you do. You swear you want to be a bit more caring and affectionate toward him… but you always end up bickering with him and giving him attitude.

“Please!” He turns you away from the pasta pot and puts both hands on your shoulders, staring at you like a deranged, desperate man. 

“Vato [dude], nobody is going to believe that we’re dating, let alone wanting to get married.” You tell him as you give him a deadpan, unconvinced look.

There was a time in the past when you would’ve bent yourself over backward for an opportunity to date (or say that you’re dating) Alejandro. But that was ages ago, a crush you have long since outgrown… Or so you think.

“Ay carajo [For fuck’s sake], they don’t have to 100% believe it! Just have to instill reasonable doubt!” He attempts to reason. “Please, flaca [skinny girl*]!” He tells you.

You shake away his hands from your shoulders and set your hands on your hips over your apron. “Why don’t you just go out and find yourself an actual girlfriend, for once?” You retort.

“This, again?” He grumbles. “I. already. told. you!” He says while slapping his right hand against his palm to punctuate his sentence. “I don’t have the time or the patience to go out and meet someone!” He groans in frustration. “I’m busy with work!”

“Ale, you’re a grown man and an Army Colonel at that.” You remind him. “You’re telling me you’re scared of telling your parents you’re focused on your career?” You add in a teasing, mocking tone.

“Oye! I’m not scared!” He denies it as he points a finger in your face. “I just wanted them to stop annoying me!” He adds as he looks away and grumbles under his breath.

“And you think lying about being in a relationship with me would make it better?” You scold him and nod your head in an act of defiance. “Your parents know me, Ale, they’ll realize that we’re not dating the moment they see us!”

“They kept pestering me to get married, loca [crazy girl], I had to lie.” He grumbles in reply as he throws his hands up and turns away. “And it did make it better!” He retorts and waves his hands in the air. “They were off my case for the last 6 months!” He adds.

“SIX MONTHS?!” You ask as your jaw drops. “You told them this SIX MONTHS AGO and didn’t think to tell me before?” You scold him. He turns to look at you like a naughty kid being lectured by his mother, his face set into a grimace. 

“What if I crossed paths with your mamá [mom] at the market, huh?!” You ask in shock as you point at yourself with both hands. “What would’ve happened then? What if someone had seen me on a date with another man?!” You add in surprise.

“But you didn’t! And I know you would’ve had my back if she started asking questions!” He adds, which causes you to glare at him angrily.

Alejandro hangs his head before taking a long, deep breath. “I’m sorry, okay?!” He ends up saying earnestly. “I just wanted them to stop acting like I’m a disgrace for being 38, single, and, allegedly, ‘miserable’!” He justified himself.

“But you are miserable and single!” You retort. As punishment, he wraps an arm around you and gives you a noogie. “Ay, puta madre [for fuck’s sake], Alejandro!” You demand as you slip away from the headlock, smacking at his arm in the process.

Alejandro takes a step toward you again and sets his hands on your shoulders once more, his eyes locked onto yours. “Please, cuata [twin/bestie].” He pleads. “Just this once.” He requests.

“Just ‘this once’? Are you serious?” You ask as you dip your head to the side, looking up at him like he’s lost his mind. “You just told me your parents invited your entire family over for dinner to celebrate our ‘engagement’ and start planning our wedding, Ale!” You remind him. “How is it going to be ‘just this once’?” You add.

“We can pretend to break up after this!” He retorts, making you sigh loudly and rub your eyes with your fingers. “Or… we can get married… for the tax benefits!” He adds, which causes you to look at him sharply, eyes widened and your hand raised to smack him.

“Okay, okay! I’m joking!” He adds while raising his hands defensively. In a lot of ways, you and Alejandro behave like siblings, always at each other’s throats… Only to turn around and have each other’s backs… like now. “Please.” He pleads again.

You take a long, deep, desperate breath and exhale sharply before turning around to strain out the water of your cooked pasta. “Fine…” You grumble under your breath. “But you owe me, big time!” You add.

“YES!” He shouts excitedly and shakes his fists in the air. “Thank you, thank you…” Alejandro says thankfully and wraps his arms around you in a bear hug which, definitely, makes you hear some bones of yours cracking.

“But!” You add, interrupting his celebration, which causes him to let go of you. “It’s only this dinner thing! And after that… in a couple of months, you’ve gotta tell them we ‘broke up’!” You demand.

“No, absolutely. I’ve already got a plan for that and everything!” Alejandro nods earnestly. “Just trust me.” He adds.

-

“I still can’t believe this.” You grumble as throw yourself onto the leather couch, which creaks as you sit. You feel exhausted. Your feet hurt, your cheeks are sore from smiling so much, you’re sweaty, your make-up is a bit messy, and you drank a bit more tequila than you should.

Alejandro sits on the leather couch beside you, rubbing his forehead and eyes with one hand while the other clutches a lowball glass of tequila. “You’ve said that 12 times now.” He grumbles.

You turn to look at him, your brow set low and your lips twisted into a pursed scowl. “And I’ll keep saying it!” You exclaim. “Because I can’t. believe. this.” You add.

Alejandro looks up at you before shooting the tequila shot in his chilled glass. “You’re the one that let our mamás talk you into this.” He retorts.

“Shut up.” You grumble defensively as you shuffle over, the gown rustling as you slide closer to him. He fills the glass with another double shot of Don Julio, and this time hands it over to you, which you take, gladly.

For the last 3 months since that dinner party at Alejandro’s parents’ house, you’ve dreaded this moment… The wedding itself, sure, but the moments after, the days after… When you’ve been freshly married and have to move in together and have all those changes to your routine…

But, right now, the dread is mostly gone. You could probably blame it on the tequila and the culmination of the stress, but right now, it almost feels… relieving to be here, in this hotel room, with your best friend/husband.

“That suit makes it look like you’re going to meet the President.” You grumble after taking a sip of your drink, your eyes set on his formal dress uniform. It’s your first time seeing him in his dress blues… He looks nice.

The suit itself is a dark teal blue-adjacent color, and he has a ridiculous amount of medals over his left breast, which you almost mocked him for, before biting your tongue, knowing they’re important to him. 

The green beret with the Fuerzas Especiales insignia, which he wore for the better part of the day, sits on his lap. His suit jacket is unbuttoned and so are the top buttons of his white button-up, revealing his white undershirt and the gold crucifix necklace he always wears.

“And you look like you’re celebrating your quinceñera. Why would you pick such a poofy dress?” He retorts with a raised brow while leaning back on the couch and crossing his ankle over his knee. His eyes are glued to the ball gown wedding dress you’re wearing.

“I was already being forced to marry you, I was going to enjoy what little I could. I wanted to feel like a princess.” You reply and shoot him an annoyed look. Alejandro’s arm slowly slips onto the back of the couch, resting it there, behind you.

“Excuses.” He says dismissively and smirks playfully at you. “You wanted a dress that big so you’d have a built-in way of distancing yourself from me, so I didn’t have to kiss you or dance with you.” He quips and nudges you with his elbow.

You nudge him back, the two of you bickering like little kids. “Shut up!” You complain, which makes him laugh, and so do you laugh with him. “God, we had to kiss in front of everyone…” You grumble as you knock back the rest of the tequila shot.

“You say that as if I’m some sort of disgusting monster.” He retorts, causing your tongue to click in an annoyed, dismissive way. “C’mon… You didn’t hate it all that much.” He replies.

“Pelo amor de Dios [for the love of God], shut your mouth!” You demand defensively, your whole face warming up as you remember the cheers that came upon your kiss during the ceremony… and all throughout the reception to really ‘sell’ that you two are in love. “It was weird…”

Alejandro chuckles. “Not as weird as moving in together after tonight, eh?” He quips, which causes you to groan audibly. “Hey, think about it this way… Killed two birds with one stone…” He says as he scoots closer and looks you in the eyes.

“My parents stopped pestering me about getting married, your parents stopped pestering you too…” He reminds you. “Plus, now you don't have to pay rent, and we get tax benefits and better healthcare through the Army.” He adds.

“You and your stupid benefits.” You retort. “You know, we’re only in this mess because of you.” You complain and nudge him with your elbow as you look up at him.

“I know…” Alejandro grumbles and winces away from your sharp elbow to his ribs. “You’ve made a point to remind me of this every waking moment of every day since we tried to ‘break up’ and you let my mamá talk you into ‘staying with me’.” He adds and laughs a little.

Your face contorts into a grimace and you groan loudly yet again. “Your mamá has always been very demanding and scary, okay?” You retort.

“So you understand why I lied in the first place, huh?” He adds, causing you to nudge him and smack him upside the head.

“Shut up, Ale…” You retort while he chuckles a bit, rubbing the back of his head with his hand. “The woman basically begged me to stay with you because, in her eyes, if your best friend of 10 years can’t keep you tied down, then you really are a disgrace to the Vargas family.” You tell him. “What was I supposed to do?”

Instead of groaning, he simply smiles broadly and shakes his head. “Well, mi querida esposa [my dear wife], it’s over and done with. We’re married… and she’s thrilled.” He remarks and chuckles.

For some reason, you find yourself getting a bit flustered, your face flushing a bit warmer. Something about the way he called you his wife caused your heart to race… You never gave much thought to the idea of marriage… But now that you think about it… Being called someone’s wife is strangely nice. And… being Ale’s wife? It’s even nicer. 

“Don’t remind me…” You remark in an attempt to sound disdainful, but it only ends up sounding soft and gentle. “Next thing we know, she’ll be pestering us into having grandchildren… My mamá too.” You say before groaning once more.

Alejandro’s face winces a little at the idea, but then, he breaks into a grin again, seeming playful and interested. “Groan all you want… But I’m sure you’d like the process of making them.” He quips and wags his eyebrows mischievously, earning another smack upside the head from you.

“I hate you…” You tell him playfully and shake his head, annoyed and amused at him… as usual.

“No, you don’t.” Your husband says and slowly leans closer. “You love me.” He adds playfully.

“No, I’m pretty sure I hate you.” You retort as you hold your ground, remaining in the same position.

“Hm… no. You love me.” Alejandro insists and leans closer.

Your eyes sparkle a bit. “No, I don’t.” You reply while your eyes narrow at him in a mock annoyed way.

Alejandro licks his lips and slowly rubs his nose against yours. “Yes, you do. You love me… Just like you loved kissing me after the ceremony.” He quips with that shit-eating grin of his.

Something in the air makes you feel even more flustered and you look away once more. Licking your lips too, you gulp down a breath in your throat. “Maybe...” You end up admitting.

Alejandro’s smirk grows bigger. “It’s okay.” He assures you with a nod. “I didn’t mind kissing you either.” He admits, which makes your eyes widen a bit in surprise and you look back up at him.

Alejandro’s lips then brush against yours… And he presses them together into a soft, gentle kiss that, this time, doesn’t feel like a performance. It’s not a rushed little peck done only for his family, and yours, and the guests at your wedding. It’s slow and sweet, just for the two of you in this hotel room…

After a moment, Alejandro pulls away and locks eyes with you, his brown eyes softened and almost too calm… You know he’s not drunk and neither are you… And tomorrow morning, any attempts to blame this kiss on tequila are simply not going to be truthful.

You wanted to kiss each other and you did. And, in fact, you want to kiss him more.

You press your lips against his again, your hand raising to wrap around the back of his head, your fingers slipping into his black hair, tugging the strands away from their slicked-back style. His hands grab onto your waist around the bustle of your wedding dress as you both surrender to the kiss.

The moment your lips pull apart again, he leans against your ear and you hear it. “We’re going to be alright...” He murmurs reassuringly. 

You take another deep breath, allowing yourself to inhale the scent of his cologne and sweat in his body, the alcohol in his breath, and the laundry detergent in his dress blues… It’s a comforting scent. He comforts you. So you nod in agreement and Alejandro gently kisses you one more time. 

Of all people to be stuck in a sham of a marriage for both of your families’ sake… it being the man you’ve maybe harbored a crush on for a decade is not the worst of options…

End note: Although “flaca” means “skinny girl”, it has nothing to do with the reader’s actual size, most of the time. It's just a term of endearment.

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[ Amor a Alejandro Masterlist ] || [ My Masterlist ]

[wordsbymae]

Honestly I wouldn’t mind if ya did a story that was just breeding kink baby fever pregnancy centered focused 🙈 No thoughts head empty just 🌽

But I do have to ask out of your ocs who’d actually make a great father vs shitty father vs meh father? And what are some of ya ocs parental habits for raising the babies?

Hi!! Honestly I wish I was sooooo much better at smut cause that's all I would write. I'm trying to get back into writing smut but I'm really not very good at it, but I'm practising! Also i promised a fic tonight but I'm tired and my writing is shit so I'll have a red hot crack go tomorrow after work.

Ok so I'll just do out of my yandere ocs, cause they are the ones everyone is more familiar with. TW: talks about domestic abuse

Great Father goes to the Farmer for sure. Look he's got traditional (aka outdated views) but that doesn't mean he would ever disown his children. He had a really horrible childhood and he always promised himself he would do a better job as a parent then his own ever did. He is very hands on, giving his children life skills and most importantly the belief that they can overcome what life throws at them. The farmer knows how hard life is, so he tries to instil good work ethic and most of all a be good to others way of thinking. Being a helping hand is important to him.

He may not like people that much, but being someone others can rely on made him feel as though he is wanted and worthwhile when he was always told by his parent's he was not. He would unfortunately believe in boy's things and girl's things. But that doesn't mean if a son of his wants to help mama sew or a girl of his wants to help him fix the truck he's going to go crazy. No, of course not, he believes that ALL life skills, whether others believe them to be men or women jobs, need to be taught to children. So he doesn't care about division of labour based on gender.

What makes him a bit weary is if his son wants to wear florals or pinks, or if his daughter ONLY wears masculine clothes, especially if they go into town. He's just not comfortable about it. However, over time I think he just wouldn't care anymore and would only fuss if they are wearing improper clothes to work on the farm with. Likewise he wouldn't disown his children if they came out as queer, he would most likely make really cringy jokes and ask embarrassing questions and then say something like "Oh, so I can't ask my child a genuine question? Is that not politically correct now?", but like sir, please the question was embarrassing.

But yeah, once he kinda understood it he would come to terms with it and actually would be funny. Like if someone in town asks him if he's proud of his kid for coming out hell say (absolutely seriously) "why the fuck should I be proud of them coming out of the house, why do kids these days need praise for every little thing they do!". like he wouldn't understand what the phase coming out even means. Anyway on to the next!

Meh Father goes to the Mad King. The man is all bark no bite. He pretty much only wants children as heirs and also to have levrage over the reader. He's not horrible by any means, he spoils his children when they deserve it, but he also makes them understand that nothing good in life is freely given and you have to take it. But unfortunately he also causes rivalries between his children. They are desperate for any attention/praise from him that they will try to out compete one another to gain it. Often resulting in arguments and injuries.

Reader (whether they wanted children or not) has to act overly motherly and affectionate to their children to counteract his actions. There is no favouritism or stern reminders of their places as heirs, just warm, welcoming love. Also his children aren't idiots, they can all tell that their parent's did not marry for love. At least on their mother's side.

They are torn between desperately wanting their father, the king, to show them true love not just cold approval and hating him for the emotional abuse he has put their mother through. It's actually kinda sad, because he was always desperate for the attention and love of his father and now he's caused the same thing between his own children.

There is moments of affection and love but the more he see's himself or god forbid his brother in his children, he begins to be very cold and distant. The man kinda forgot that a kid is 50/50 not just 100% their mother's. That's why his youngest is his favourite, although he would never tell anyone ever. His youngest is pretty much reader cloned, looks, personality, and everything. When he looks at them he is harshly reminded what he took away from reader the day he became king.

Bad Father goes to the Killer. This man would have absolutely no fucking clue what the fuck to do. And he would not care to try. Reader (who is usually gn but for the sake of this is afab) is heartbroken when they realise they are pregnant, and Killer has no idea why they won't stop crying. And why do they keep being sick all the time. A primal part of him likes the idea of caring and providing for his darling and their children, in fact he loves it.

When he figured out reader was pregnant, he started stocking up in furs, wood, meat and cloth. He made a crib from what he remembered his little brother's to be (omg lore drop). He likes to provide, but damn does he actually hate having a child. He leaves ALL baby stuff to reader, he pretty much refuses to look after or even pick up the baby. He gives reader all the resources they need and the Killer calls it a good job done. The poor kid(s) grow up very isolated and confused. Their mama loves them with everything they have but their pa won't even acknowledge them.

Resentment grows as they do. They of course don't really understand why they are here and why their mother/parent is with killer, because it's all they have ever known. They've known nothing other than this. I can see this going either two ways. One day the oldest snaps, they are sick and tired of listening to the screams of the their father's victims. Their mother/parent tries so hard to keep them from barging out of their small shack.

The eldest faces their father, who has grown grey over the years. However, he is still a scary and strong man, and the eldest falters slightly, it's enough for the Killer to smack their eldest to the ground telling them to go back inside. Reader sees this and just loses it. They have spent a good chunk of their life under Killer's thumb. They have seen so much death and violence they have become almost immune. But to see their child being struck by the man who killed all her friends all those years ago just causes absolute rage.

Reader picks up the old shotgun that they found hidden in the attic, they were always too scared to use it, especially when the kid(s) came. But now its time. Killer doesn't stand a chance.

OR the other way is that once the kid(s) reach maturity they follow in their father's footsteps unfortunately for reader and finally get their father's approval. I like the first idea better.

Hope you liked it! I should have my home invader story out tomorrow!

[deathnguts]

This might be crazy but I think that Rabastan and Regulus’s first massive fight that set the tone for the rest of their fights as a couple was because of Bartylus. Hear me out.

So, rabastan is way older than regulus we’ve already been over this. When regulus was five years old Rabastan was graduating hogwarts, or high school if you wanna view no magic AU which we do a lot. Rabastan was also a rebellious lad who did what he wanted especially in his teens, the time when he wasn’t close with regulus yet beyond like just being regulus’ favorite person that wasn’t Sirius yknow. Speeding this up, Rabastan did not save himself for marriage like he was supposed to via traditional marriage rules he was raised with. Rabastan was 100% sexually active in his teens and his twenties because why wouldn’t he be? It’s not like anyone got pregnant why does it matter? He didn’t love regulus yet so it’s not cheating, who cares?

Fast forward to when regulus is like fifteen, him and Rabastan consider themselves a couple now just counting down the days until Regulus is legal so they can get married and oops Rabastan lets it slip that he’s not a virgin. He didn’t think it mattered and he doesn’t like lying to Regulus so he didn’t think to hold it back or keep it a shameful secret. Regulus doenst like hiding things or keeping secrets from Rabastan either so he says he isn’t either pretty easily. Suddenly Rabastan cares a little, because what the fuck did you just say? He wants details, he wants names, he wants to know what there is to know and regulus is affronted because why does it matter you said it doesn’t matter! Rabastan wants to know who and regulus says he’ll only tell if Rabastan says who his first was and Rabastan says he doesn’t know because he doesn’t it was a one night stand he doesn’t even remember the name of it didn’t matter and that breaks Regulus’s heart a little but because isn’t this supposed to be sacred and that makes Rabastan even madder because if it’s so sacred why’d you do it with someone else?! Rabastan says it’s not fair because he was a different person ten years ago, Regulus says that’s not fair because why is Rabastan allowed to just break the rules he has to follow just because he’s older, just because he was born a man.

Again, speeding it up, they give each other the silent treatment for a while. It’s easy to do with regulus in school, they just don’t write. It’s been a few months and rabastan is starting to think the fight was actually stupid because he misses regulus and he’s willing to get over it in a second if they’ll just talk again so he goes to pick regulus up from the station with that sort of thinking and- who is that.

Barty’s always been touchy with regulus, he’s always been affectionate and open with him even when they’re not romantically interested in one another because the Bartylus bond persists in every universe. They’re just close beyond belief so it’s hard not show that. Rabastan has never seen it before because well barty really only sees regulus at school while Rabastan only sees him out of it. Rabastan hates it. He hates it a lot. Is he supposed to just be fine with another man cradling his wife (not yet) like he owns her?! And barty isn’t like subtle at all, he’s like waist grabbing and burying his face in regulus’ neck, it’s a hard watch for sure.

So naturally Rabastan forgets he wasn’t angry anymore and the fight starts again immediately. Who is that? What just because you’re not a virgin you’re just close with every guy you see now? Regulus is appalled, he’s my best fucking friend if anyone’s a fucking whore it’s you you don’t even remember how many people you’ve slept with- gab gab gab they fight a lot, truth slips out, regulus admits his first time was with Barty because they’re just Like That but not like that, rabastan admits has really only slept with people he doesn’t care about before which is why he’s upset regulus has only slept with one person and he cares about them a lot and it’s not him. They’re still kinda mad because you can’t just undo anything they said or did, Rabastan asks for regulus to stop talking to Barty and regulus says no. Rabastan rolls his eyes and regulus stiffens up, he says he needs a drink and regulus says he’ll pour it and Rabastan says No I need a drink away from you and regulus says please don’t and there’s an anger in the room but it settled like a fog and it feels so thick it’s like they can’t move through it and regulus gets on his tip toes to kiss Rabastan, just missing his lips because he’s not quite tall enough even at his tallest and Rabastan sort of stews with that for a moment before bending down a little so they can kiss properly. They’re not at the hate fuck point in their relationship yet, they definitely want they’re first time together to be softer than that, but you can see the seeds of that future planted here because there’s definitely over the clothes stuff happening within the next two hours of this kiss.

But yeah, both Barty and Rabastan’s life before he loved regulus remain sore subjects for the rest of time, and are both brought up in every fight when they’re angry enough.

[ynsvnte]

And it’s all over — Park Jongseong

Genre: angst no comfort, drabble, breakup wc: 598 warnings: cheating, crying, pet names (babe, love, honey) pairing: bf!jay x gn!reader

Quick note: Jay is cheating on reader with a female and I know this man would never do this.

Event Masterlist , part two

You paced around the room waiting for him to arrive home. God, you were so nervous, your hands were sweating. You were thinking until you heard the car lock outside. Anxiety filling up your body. You head to the door and open the door for him. Wasting no time, you speak up.

“We need to talk..” your voice came out more like a whisper instead of a firm and serious one.

“About what..?” Jay asked, looking confused while taking off his shoes and setting his stuff down onto the table nearby. “About us..” you said softly, way too nervous. “Okay..?” He replied, walking away, and sitting down on the couch. Deep inside he was nervous too, but didn’t want to show it.

Lately your relationship hasn’t been the best as you both haven’t had the time for each other, and not only that, things weren’t the same as before. Like how affectionate you both used to be. That includes cuddling, hugging. You missed those feelings of his hugs. But that’s until recently you found out you wished you never did.

“So. I wanted to ask how you feel about this. Our relationship.” You asked him. Not looking up. “Why would you ask such a question..yn..of course I’m happy.”

“Well you don’t seem like it. Always barely having time for me. Your job never got in the way and all of sudden it is?” You spattered out. “Yn..look my work has gotten me a lot more stressed..”

“Yn..you never called me yn. It’s always babe, love, or honey! I swear don’t lie to me Jay, because it’s way too late..” you said trying to hold your tears in. “Lie about what..?” He asked, confused.

“Jay you know, I know there’s someone else, making you way happier than I am. Replacing me. Like I never even existed..!” Shouting. Tears streaming down your face. “And you only stayed out of pity! Why? What does this other woman have that I don’t. You weren’t like this when we started dating! Ha..I was so dumb enough to think you were the one. The one I was going to marry, grow old with. Guess not anymore..” you rante, losing your mind. “Babe..” he tried to explain. “Don’t call me that ever again..” the atmosphere was gloomy. Awkward silence filled the room. Jay didn’t know what to say. Loss for words. He couldn’t say anything; he never wanted you to feel like that. “Did you ever mean anything you said..?” Your question pulled him out of his mind. “Huh- umm..” he couldn’t answer the question. “I did. Promise” he stated. You obviously didn’t believe it.

“I never thought the one person. I loved so dearly, would ever do this, but he did..” you let your tears fall, not trying to hide the fact you’re crying. “Jay..this the last time..I’m going to say this…”

“I love you..” silence filled the room shortly after. You stand there looking at him. Red eyes and puffy face. Oh how Jay wanted to pull you into a hug, comfort you. But he knew that he could no longer, after the mistake he made, there was no going back. Going back to his first love, into the warmth. Guilt is the only thing that he feels.

You chuckled before heading towards the front door. Stopping right in front of it.

“My sister will come by tomorrow to pick my stuff up..goodbye” you said walking out not looking back.

And just like that it was over. And there was no way to fix it.

Author’s note: DONT HATE ME I WANTED TO WRITE ANGST AND THIS MY FIRST TIME!! I know Jay would NEVA do this to anyone he is too good to be like this . I hate this and it’s fucking shitty umm yeah.

© ynsvnte copyright 2023

[rosapexa]

October 21st 2081

"Can't believe you really got me a ring."

Lexa couldn't stop looking at her new wedding ring and she also couldn't stop smiling. Shit, she felt like one of those dumb girls, who never wanted anything more, than to marry their fairy tale prince. And usually she would be disgusted by those thoughts and girls.

But not today. Today she allowed herself to be such a dumb and happy girl, because she got married. She married the love of her life.

And Lexa had no idea, that this could happen when she got up in the morning. Or that she even wanted it to happen.

As usual Johnny, Lexa and of course Salem started their day with a breakfast together. It became a very important ritual to them. "Any plans for today?" Johnny asked her. "Nah, not really. You?" Johnny looked at her for a couple of seconds, took a bite from his sandwich and then, like it was the most casual thing in the world, asked: "Wanna get married?"

Lexa choked on her coffee. "Very funny, Rockerboy." Johnny just looked at her. He smiled. But it wasn't a smile, like he just told a good joke. It was more like a "Just answer the question" smile. Did he really expect an answer? A serious answer?

"Wait." Lexa was confused. "Are you... Like... serious?"

Johnny just nodded. "Yeah." Lexa still didn't know, what to think or say. "Look, Maelstrom, i love you." Johnny continued. "We will spend the rest of our lifes together anyway. And... Fuck, i can't believe myself i'm saying this, but i want you and me to be official. I want a fucking official paper, that says you're mine and i'm yours." Johnny took a deep breath and another bite. "We're not making a big deal out of it. We're just going to the courthouse, say yes, sign the papers, grab something to eat and then..." He couldn't surpress a cheeky smirk. "Wedding Night."

Lexa stared at Johnny with her mouth open. He just proposed. Kinda. And now he just continued eating his sandwich. Totally relaxed.

Mostly at least. But Lexa knew her man. Behind that smile there was more. Did he really wanted this? Was this maybe even important to him?

Lexa never thought about marriage at all, not even with Johnny. It was pointless in her eyes. Of course he was right, him and her that was forever. He knew it and she knew it. But she never wanted or needed a document that offcially said so. At least until now. But for whatever bizarre reason, now that Johnny brought it up, she had to admit it sounded pretty amazing. "His wife". Honestly the thought that she would be his wife was exciting.

Johnny's wife. Mrs Silverhand. Why the fuck did that sound so good all of a sudden?

"And?" Johnny looked at her like he tried to read her mind, because her face was probably pretty blank. "Or do you have anything better to do?" Lexa still tried to sort her thoughts. Fuck, this man was the only one who ever could leave her speechless. Even make her feel, like her brain short circuits sometimes. And this in the most affectionate way, because that was one of the reasons why she fell in love with him. No one made her feel like he did. Made her love. So... Why not?

Lexa sighed and smiled as well now. "I'm not wearing a dress though!" Johnny's smile got bigger. "And i'm not wearing a suit."

"Ok, then." Lexa got up, went around the table and kissed him. "Then let's get married."

Allthough Johnny asked her, if she wanted to get married today, Lexa didn't actually think, that he meant today. Like in "put on some clothes and let's go to the courthouse now" today. On the other hand why was she surprised. If Johnny got something in his head, he never had the patience to wait until he got it. He just went ahead. Head first through the wall, if necessary. Of course it wasn't any different this time.

So here they were now. At the courthouse. Waiting to get married. They didn't have an apointment. But Lexa covinced (as in "leave or die") another couple to reschedule their wedding, so they could have their spot.

The officiant was kinda annoyed that he had to change all his documents and plans, but just went with it. Because honestly he didn't have a choice.

Lexa and Johnny didn't make any vows and told the officiant to keep things short. They just said their "I Do" 's and signed the papers.

After all was done and Lexa wanted to turn around to leave, Johnny stopped her. "Wait. I have something for you." He searched a little bit in the pocket of his pants and then fished out a ring. A delicate silver ring made of infinity symbols.

He held his right hand out and Lexa put her left hand into his. "So, it wasn't as spontaneous as i thought?" She watched him while he put the ring on her finger. "Well, today totally spontaneous. But i have the ring since a little while." He admitted.

"Then you also now have to kiss the bride!" She pulled him close to her and kissed him long.

Until they heard the officiant clear his throat. The smile on the poor guy's face was kinda forced and it was obvious he just hoped, they would leave. Like 90% of the people, who crossed their ways.

And because it was their happy day, it way his lucky day. So they left.

And now they were sitting at one of their favorite spots in Night City. Chinese take out was their wedding feast, donuts were their wedding cake and a bottle of Tequila was... Well, for later. And it was perfect the way it was.

"You really got me a wedding ring!" Lexa was very much in love with her ring, that her husband got her. "Of course. We might be anything but traditional, but a ring for my wife is a must. And it looks good on you, Mrs Silverhand."

They both stared for a while on her ring and then just had to laugh. THEY, the Rockerboy terrorist and the Maelstrom killer, got married! THEY, the couple no one thought would last and everyone thought would end with her killing him (yeah, there were bets), got married! And they were sitting here gushing over it. Behaving like dumb fucking teenagers. But that was ok today. More than ok.

They finished their food and Johnny then got up, took the bottle and reached his hand to his wife. "So... I think it's time to go home." There it was again: That smirk. "Yeah? Any plans for tonight?" Lexa couldn't surpress a smile either. Johnny quickly kissed her hand. "Oh, a lot of plans. The whole night."

And honestly Lexa couldn't wait either to be finally alone with her husband.

[cosmicpiracy]

Despair in the hotel lounge

The concert had been over for a few moments and his head hadn’t stopped pounding. Alex stood near his wife in the hotel’s private lounge as Matt’s girlfriend loudly praised them for their performance. God, he loved to see his mate happy, but was she annoying sometimes!

Specially now, when his head was pounding and he could feel all of the contents in his stomach swirl like a devilish soup. He felt lightheaded.

“Are you alright?” He heard his wife whisper in a worried voice. “Al?”

“Yeah, yeah.” He waved her off. “I’m good.”

Truth is: he wasn’t good, at all. His head had started bothering him a few minutes before the concert, but he would be damned if he was gonna cancel on such a short notice. Being married to a doctor had its perks: you learn a thing or two. And one things he learned from his wife’s notes and case reports was how to use light painkillers and antiemetics to completely abolish pain and nausea. He also got those two kinds of medication from her purse, although he refused to tell her about his state and worry her when she had just flown over. Which he would start to regret halfway through, when the music became too loud and he thought he would pass out from the pain.

“Are you sure?” She pressed further, and it felt like she really was testing his patience. His concert wasn’t what he thought it was gonna be and now, his wife was worried.

Great. Wonderful. Fucking fantastic.

“God, woman, not everyone around you needs your worry all the time!”

There was a certain silence in the room, a sort of shock. Alex had never raised his voice at his wife. It was new.

“That was so uncalled for, Alex.” So was her calling him Alex.

Ever since they met, she refused to use what she deemed to be his “fame name”. It was always Al, or Alexander, or Turner. Never Alex - everyone called him that.

So he felt a pang in his chest the moment that word left her mouth, and the hurt intensified as he watched her walk towards Katie, Jamie’s wife, who looked at her with a puzzled expression before glaring daggers at him.

As time went on, his situation got worse. He was more and more lightheaded and doubted he could walk to the hotel room if he tried. Matt was talking his ear off yet he couldn’t understand a word.

And Alex deeply wanted his wife to take care of him. Moved by the idea of telling her what was going on, apologising and going upstairs, he got up to walk towards his wife.

Only to come crashing down to the floor.

“Alexander!”

“Mate!”

He could barely make out sounds or figures, but he knew his wife’s hands enough to know she was the one examining him. And telling the boys to help her carry him upstairs.

“He’s dehydrated. But his pulse is fine, it’s probably just low blood pressure or his blood sugar. Has he eaten?” She fired off, before scrunching her forehead and whispering while looking at Nick. “Has he taken any drugs?”

While Matt would hide any information he possibly could from her, she knew Jamie and Nick would never. So when Jaimie shook his head, she knew that this could be ruled off. “Good. What about his sleep schedule?”

“I wouldn’t know, Doc, I’m not a grown man’s babysitter!” Matt snickered and Alex was sure Helders had absolutely no idea what his missus looked like when infuriated, which is why when he went quiet for a second, Alex assumed she gave him the glare while they lowered him on the mattress.

“Tour’s been hectic.” Nick told her. “Al’s been working nonstop for a few days. He wanted to be free when you got here, since you are only staying till Prague.” Alexander could feel his wife’s guilt from the bed when she saw the boys off, thanking Nick and Jamie for the information, telling Matt to take it out of his arse in a playful manner.

“Al, my love, what happened?” She stroke his cheek affectionately, starting to undo the buttons of his shirt. “Can you talk? Jesus, you are sweating too much. What are you feeling?” Alex did not have the strength to say it, but pointed at his head. “Headache?” He nodded before feeling her sit him up to take off his shirt. Alex took the moment to inhale her scent from her skin, while his weakened arms held on to her when she tried to move away. “Alexander, I’m going to take off your pants.”

With a lazy smirk, he gathered all his strength to snort. “Take me out first.” His wife just rolled her eyes.

“Oh, I will, Mr. Turner.” She said. “I’ll get you some medicine and give you a hot bath for your muscles, ok? Hang on in there.”

And she did. She gave him medicine and waited, to make sure it was going to stay inside and directed him to the bath. It’s was warm, but not enough to make his skin red with the heat. Just pleasantly warm.

Alex admired his beautiful wife, her hair in a bun, her focused eyes as she stripped to her underwear, got a bottle of liquid soap and sat behind him.

“I’m sorry for being such a dickhead to you.” He sighed as she dispersed the soap on his back and squeezing his sore neck muscles in the process. “You were looking out for me and I screwed it all up.”

“C’mon, Al, we’re good. Everything is alright, love.”

“It isn’t! It really isn’t!” He was getting worked up, she could tell. After a few years together, she knew him like the medical schemes she memorised through medschool. “George told me about the horrible shifts you had been havin and the awful cases in the morgue and how you were so tired you were taking the train instead of driving and all I wanted was for you not to worry when you were here!” He sighed, and she rinsed the soap from his skin, kissing his head lightly as he winced at his own volume. “To spend your time with me and rest.”

“Al, you are too sweet!” His wife nestled her face in his neck, kissing a bit of the skin. He intertwined their fingers. “You have absolutely no idea of how good it is just to be around you. How refreshing it was to get on that plane and know I was going to be in your arms soon.” She whispered in his ear, smiling like an idiot. “Thanks for taking care of me. Really. I could just see how tired you were, and wanted to take care of you too.” She got him out of the bathtub, drying his torso sweetly. “Isn’t that what marriage is? Two people caring for one another?” He smiled as she bopped his nose before sealing their lips together.

“But-“

“No buts, Alexander. You bought the flights, I shoo away your headaches, you sing me to sleep and I shower you in all my love and affection in the morning.” She laughed lowly as they layed in bed, his head resting in her chest. “You have no concerts tomorrow, right?” He just nodded. “Then, I proclaim bedrest for you for the whole day.” He hummed and she carded her fingers through his hair lovingly. “You are sentenced to a whole day in bed with me.”

“Clothes or no clothes?”

“Your choice.”

He hummed, as if analysing his possibilities.

“No clothes it is.” He declared. “Can you sing me to sleep today, love?”

“Close your eyes and I’ll kiss you, tomorrow I’ll miss you…”

@mywritingonlyfans @ohladymoon

[rishas-pepero]

warning: overstimulation, sex, and mentions of moaning and whimpering. Minors dni !!

author's note: some of these are inspired by some blogs i found on twitter, so credits to them ! <3

genre: smut/headcannon's

Dazai Osamu ✦.˚

sfw ミ ♡ ៸៸ : : ·˚

• This dude definitely loves to annoy the fuck out of you, i swear. He could be seen literally setting up 2 chairs and 2 ropes up the ceiling before asking you to commit suicide with him for funsies.

and ofc, you'd say no in annoyance wondering why did you even marry this suicidal maniac?

• But he would make up for it by being that affectionate type he is, like giving you chaste kisses on the face and lips, would hug you from behind as an apology for annoying you

and being that fucking suicidal maniac he is

• Would most likely pout and whine at you if you ignore his affections, like pushing him away and then somehow climbing back on your lap. ( don't matter if your a girl, he'd still sit on your lap )

• After awhile of whining and convincing, you'd forgive him, which ofc makes him happy and literally give you all of his affection and attention.

like my boy would hug you so tight it would feel like he's choking you to death or kissing your face so much it feels like it's covered with his saliva from kissing it to much.

• definitely listens to music with a vinyl and dances with you like a 1990's person or whatever you call them.

nsfw ミ ♡ ៸៸ : : ·˚

• this man is definitely a sub, no switch. well, maybe 🤭

• he really likes it when you fuck him, deep in his ass, filling him up with your babies.

• this man is also definitely vocal, but oh god his moans are just.. 😩 *chef's kiss*

bro doesn't hold back i swear, if he's moaning, he's moaning, if he's whimpering, he's whimpering, he does not CARE.

• it actually doesn't matter to him if he gets noise complaints by neighbors due to how loud he is, he won't hold back if he knows you like it.

• but boy as soon as he gets overstimulated, his begging don't stop. He would beg you and beg you to stop, but you know sometimes he doesn't want to stop.

• ofc you still stop for him, after the first beg you would stop, but ofc this man is very fucking horny so he would whine and you would put it back in and there he goes crying again due to the overstimulation, but boy even with his begs you don't stop now, hell if he's dick is limp and his whole muscles stop that's where you know you'll stop now for real

• mostly ofc he loves the aftercare since your the one taking care of him, give him a nice bubble bath after being a good boy for you, give him water to settle down his fast heartbeat, and then pepper him kisses and then cuddle with him!

[2kverrr]

Can I please request a SFW alphabet for the Peralezes (poly)? When I saw them on the list of characters you write for I was like 👀👀

another great request !! thank you so much :)

THE PERALEZES || SFW Alphabet

CYBERPUNK 2077 || 2.1k Words

A: Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Behind closed doors, the three of you act like newlyweds, doing everything together with smitten smiles plastered.

Elizabeth prefers to display her affection through quality time, assisting you in your daily routine and making herself a part of it. Whereas Jefferson is more physical, holding your hand, playing with your hair, a hand on you wherever and whenever he can.

B: Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

This trio would be perfect, Jefferson can really be a child sometimes so you two would piss off Liz on a daily basis. You'd have the biggest gossips seshes about Jefferson's competitors.

"For fuck's sake, why is this guy everywhere!" Jefferson complains, throwing his newspaper onto the oak coffee table. There’s something about Rhyne's features that stands out. “Rhyne looks easy to draw,” you remark, suppressing a giggle at Jefferson’s exasperation. "Hey Liz, try drawing Rhyne with your left hand." Jefferson suggests, a gleam of curiosity in his eyes. Liz strides over and quickly sketches a small Rhyne on the side of Jefferson's newspaper. “Wow— that’s actually really good,” You admit, half-surprised as you lean closer, flicking your eyes between studying the photo of the man and her interpretation of Rhyne’s distinctive features, complete with that signature smirk, is impressive. "I majored in art, remember?" Liz replies, slightly offended. “Whatever,” you shrug playfully, trying to hide the blush creeping onto your cheeks. “He’s still a fugly guy.” A shared laughter fills the room, momentarily casting aside the annoyance of Rhyne’s omnipresence.

C: Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

They love them, you usually plant yourself in the middle, Elizabeth will rest her head on your shoulder with a tight grip on your arm. And Jefferson will just starfish to the side, letting you rest half your body on him, eventually waking up with a dead arm from yours and Elizabeth's heavy, sleeping heads.

D: Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

At the moment, they're focused on getting Jefferson the role he deserves. He wants to make his difference in NC then lay back admiring his work.

Surprisingly enough, they're both quite self-sufficient. They're able to cook homemade meals for you all while keeping their apartment clean despite work clouding their lives.

You're convinced Elizabeth did have to give Jefferson a lesson or two on how to use the washer and dryer.

E: Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It'd probably to keep their public picture to what the public want to see, but it goes without saying that they'd still keep in touch with you on the sly waiting for the moment you all could go public.

F: Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

They're not too fussed, I mean anything is possible in Night City, but it's not a priority. It can get you jealous sometimes, but they make an effort to reassure you that a ring doesn't mean anything.

G: Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Elizabeth naturally has a gentle demeanour, making it easy for her to fulfil the caregiver role, she often leaves soft touches lingering on you, she's really comfortable to be around. She's an affectionate person, and feels safe being vulnerable around you and Jefferson.

Jefferson is a lot more straightforward in his friendliness. He's so sincere and supportive of you and Elizabeth, despite the pressure put on him at work. He's a lot less calm than Liz, excitable and a little bit hyper, but that doesn't exclude any comfort when in his presence.

H: Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are they like.)

Jeff can't get enough of them, he has no shame when enveloping you in a bear hug anywhere any time. He loves to trap you in them, leaving no room for escape.

Liz loves to sneak up behind one of you and wrap her arms around your waist, she's so silent and still sometimes you think she's fallen asleep. It's pretty cute until she actually does fall asleep and your stuck up against the kitchen counter while your food burns.

I: I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Jeff is first, he leaped at the opportunity to - which did piss off Liz a bit (as she had zero clue he was going to do it).

He's confident saying it, short and sweet, "I love you." And he kind of just sits there, hoping for the best - which of course comes.

However, that week period where Jeff has told you and his wife hasn't, it only exists because she needs one week to mentally prepare, another to plan a whole ass 40 page speech, then another week of mental prep before she tells you. Girl is full on shaking, sat on the end of your bed, checking the small, vague notes on the back of her hand as she struggles to put her sentences together.

"So over the past few months, I love that I realised you- I mean realised you love me- no. Unless, you know, you do realise me- love me- Do you get what I'm saying." Yeah this painful sentence was after 20 minutes of Liz beating round the bush.

That's why she's so pissed at Jeff, she doesn't understand how he can be so confident in himself.

J: Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they get jealous?)

These two love to flaunt you, there's no jealousy between you three because they're too busy making other people jealous of you.

K: Kisses (What are their kisses like?)

Elizabeth loves long, intimate kisses where you feel you're like the only people on earth.

Whereas Jeff loves to kiss knuckles, he's a romantic, so short and sweet forehead, cheek and hand kisses are a MUST.

L: Little ones (How are they around children?)

Parent material. That's all I can say, they're calm and loving - all you need to raise a child.

Though they are considerate, it doesn't matter whether you want them or not, it has to be a mutual agreement between the three of you.

M: Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

They're pretty routinely, you all do you're own thing after saying your good mornings. Making each other a coffee, tossing them their clothes - literally anything.

N: Night (How are nights with them?)

That same as the mornings, only with more gossiping and debriefing of your day. Jefferson will talk shit about all of his competitors, Liz will join in occasionally, often correcting her husband on false rumours he heard and spoke about in a fit of childish annoyance.

O: Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they spill everything all at once or slowly reveal things with time?)

From the moment you met them, whether that because they hired you for a job, or whether you work with them. The Peralezes are an open book and some of the most honest people in NC - Though in your relationship, you all know almost everything about each other.

The time Elizabeth threw up on a homeless guy in college.

When Jefferson sold a car in his early 20s and didn't realise the buyer paid him in Monopoly money.

Hell, they even know about when you turned 21 and celebrated by getting slaughtered and flashing the entire NCPD

P: Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Jefferson is easier to anger, thought it still does take a lot. We've all seen his frustration at work, "I'm not suck your dick just so you can fuck me in the ass." (yes, i somehow remember that- and I'm sure you did too).

I think Liz would only get really angry if it were something to do with you or Jeff, she loves you so much, all she wants to do is protect you. She hates being angry, so she rarely is.

Q: Quizzes (How much would they remember about you?) Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

A lot like River, Jeff remembers the little things like your favourite length of socks, but couldn't name the cat you've had for 6 years.

Liz just remembers everything, oh you mentioned three months ago you like Lobster? She cooking one from scratch just out of the blue.

R: Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

They both agreed on their favourite memory being when they first met you, you were pleasant, friendly, funny - they both were secretly infatuated with you (though neither would tell the other).

Elizabeth was touchy, insisting on meeting you before you reached the apartment, always a hand on you somewhere.

Whereas Jeff used his natural charm... times one thousand, extremely outgoing and flirting to the max.

They both knew what they were doing.

S: Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

I believe the public are fans of the Peralezes mainly due to their sincere personality and approach, so if you were to be working for the campaign you're in pretty safe hands.

Though, merc work for anybody is dangerous, and it's going to be a lot more for the Peralezes, so you should be capable enough to handle what they set out for you.

T: Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

They put their everything into them. There being three of you, you can't exactly have 3 dinner dates in a night, it's kind of teamwork.

Liz's birthday? You and Jefferson tag team in finding the best and most expensive spa day to offer.

Anniversaries are a bit more tricky, so that's why you have anniversaweeks. A whole entire week for the three of you to plan dates etc.

They're sentimental people, they're not just going to buy you the most expensive thing they see, they want a lot of thought behind it .

U: Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Liz stresses herself out too often and she keeps it bottled up, so you try your hardest to get her to chill the fuck out or else she will just explode - and you definitely don't want that.

Jeff tends to isolate himself when faced with a big challenge, he won't tell anyone about it, he doesn't want to be a burden.

V: Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

They have to- it's their job to look suitable to run NC, that's more or less what the public want. Oh, they want to bomb night city? Okey dokes, as long as they look good while doing it.

W: Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Before meeting you they thought they had everything (emphasis on before).

Since you walked into their lives you've unlocked something new, something new and spectacular. And they haven't looked back since.

They simply just wouldn't be able to return to they were before.

X: Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Occasionally, you and Jeff come home pretty excitable, making each other crack up at anything, pissing off Elizabeth to a different level, this leads to 'Elizalone Time' as you call it (which just pisses her off further). Where Liz has to leave the room you two are in or else a fuse will blow in her head.

Jeff is literally child. If he's cleaning and touches something gross, he will chase one of you two... and yes, Elizabeth will run away.

Jefferson and Elizabeth are both of scared of mice.

Elizabeth is a great bartender, and insists you test her skills by playing 'bar' in their apartment. You're a lonely customer in need of a drink, and she's there to serve you (and Jefferson is the child???).

Y: Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

They can both agree that rude people infuriate them. They're both really friendly people and expect that in return.

Z: Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Elizabeth sometimes sleepwalks, and most of the time it's her trying to do some work or cook or some sort of phone call.

Jeff's got to be awaken at least 4 times before actually considering getting about of bed, just like a schoolboy.

oh my god i enjoyed writing this way more than i expected, which is why it's not been proofread xx

[spandexual]

Hello!

Really having lots and lots toku thoughts today and eager to ask or say stuff

I actually keep thinking of Naoto with gunshot wound. I’m also thinking what if it’s completely other Naoto from the ending entirely but he still has them. I’m wondering what Tatsuya would think if they met. If he saw. Don’t know how he would since bird seller Naoto is hidden behind two layers of clothes lol I am thinking it. What did you do to me omg /affectionately

I’m also thinking, was Daiki that OOC in Super Hero Taisen? It’s always so fucking funny how he went I’m blowing up Earth because of his Tsukasa Problem™️ so I never thought if that was unusual of him (re: bro, you are supposed to protect it). But. Like, listen, if pink/black leather bombshell is leaving you for a sexy pirate, what else can you do, really. Daiki has been putting up with it for years, and not that successfully so

Also want to ask, haven’t finished enough toku to know but are there any other aro and/or ace characters to headcanon except like Tarou out of all people or Goseigers being angels who are more or less above it even if they have stuff going on (coughs in Agri’s direction, the ultra super puper gay). Sighs, I love Tarou aro lol and his yaois with monkey 💙 are so fun too. Actually, now that I think about it, monkey isn’t much of a human too really, maybe they’re both above romance, not like they need it. I also saw edit of monkey’s actor on some BL yesterday and when a guy smacked him with a vibrator, I thought, “That’s what Momoi does to Saruhara every single day”

the Timeranger finale credits scene is so interesting to me because truly What Does It Mean. In my mind all of the appearances were non-canon but I kind of like the idea that Ryuga's wibbly-wobbly time-wimey history-rewritey bullshit kinda restored Naoto into the timeline but as a different man with a different life story than the one who died. Like maybe after he and Tatsuya parted ways he realised that he was never going to have the power of the born elite and instead of being radicalised by that he instead accepted it and decided to make the best of his own life. Instead of chasing medals he got a job cleaning up bird shit and feathers at the local pet shop, instead of dedicating his life to climbing the paramilitary ladder he proved himself a reliable hand and now manages the pet store by himself... I don't think Tatsuya would recognise him. Even if he did, I don't know if he'd be able to handle it. His relationship with Naoto and how it ended both times was clearly so traumatic to him, seeing a guileless stranger with the face of a man who died in his arms would be alien. It wouldn't be healthy. There's no happy ending for either of them together, but apart, maybe.

also yeah Daiki is the #1 fumbler in the universe it's pretty impressive. Like he didn't stand a chance against Marvy-chan to begin with but the real tragedy there is that Daiki thinks they're confirmed boyfriends and that he doesn't need to seduce Tsukasa because he's already done it but Tsukasa straight up doesn't know who he is any more. yknow how so many straight dudes basically stop even pretending to actually like their wives the second they get married. that's Daiki lowkey lol.

and tbh I think there are a LOT of aro/ace-adjacent readings in toku in that for the most part romance isn't rly a thing in a lot of them. Tarou and Alata are probably the two I would say most confidently are ace (and aro on Tarou's side... idc what easily-baited-by-INOUE-of-all-people fujoshis say, that shit with Sonoi was NOT romantic on his end at all. there are monster pairings that had more romantic tension from the hero's side) with the majority just having no romantic storylines (in their actual shows at least... I would have said Takaharu was aroace but UMM WHY DID HE SHOW UP MARRIED WITH CHILDREN?)

but yeah monke very cute also one of the most genuinely monke looking boys toei has ever cast which is impressive seeing as. well. have you watched go-bus. that's a heartily monke boy there for sure

[magicandmundane]

Humor me for minute here, I need to scream and cry about the ballroom scene in Enchanted.

So.

For starters, Giselle and Robert are completely matching. His shirt and her dress are basically the same shade of purple, and his jacket and the cloak she wore when she walked in are the same velvet-y navy blue. They didn’t plan it. (I’m screaming.)

Side note: you know who may have planned it? Morgan. That’s right, she went shopping with Giselle, and her dad had probably shown her his fairytale-worthy fit earlier. Morgan already adored Giselle, and she could see her dad falling head over heels for the almost-princess despite his best efforts. So I’d be willing to bet good money the little shit (affectionate) did her best to influence Giselle’s choices and squealed as soon as Robert closed the door and went to the ball.

Anyway, Giselle and Edward get there, and Robert just stops. (I’m swooning.) We already know that Giselle had had a dream about Robert in that blue jacket, but do you think that he had a dream about her? Do you think that he had a dream about this fairytale princess in purple? That he woke up one morning and shook it off like it was nothing? That when he stopped and his jaw dropped at the sight of her, he suddenly remembered that beautiful dream? Because I think yes. NYC got dropped into a fairytale for a week, of course Mr. Just-Some-Guy-in-the-Real-World Robert had a dream about the love of his life.

And then that choreography. (Ugh my heart.) So beautiful, so intimate, so happy, so loving. Like every step they took they just fell deeper and deeper in love. Holy shit, that eye contact. Everyone else moving to the edges of the dance floor to give them space to just pop off. Robert whispering the lyrics of a song that was written just for the movie. “now you’re beside me and look how far we’ve come. so far, we are so close.” He had no reason to know those lyrics, just like everyone singing “That’s How You Know” had no reason to know that song and leave him constantly making a wtf face. But now the man is leaning into the fairytale. Because he loves her. (Someone just kill me already.)

Another side note: poor Nancy and Edward omg. They are witnessing what is quite possibly the most romantic ballroom dance of all time, and they were both planning to marry one of these idiots (affectionate). The matching “respectfully what the fuck” faces they both make will never not be hilarious to me, even though I feel for them.

And then there’s the quiet misery when they walk away from each other. (Cut my heart out with a rusty old spoon, why don’t you? It’ll hurt less.) Giselle and Robert are resigned to the lives they had previously chosen but no longer want. The look on her face when Narissa is handing her the apple is just gut wrenching. She would rather forget the love of her life than live without him and know he’s out there.

Last but not least, true love’s kiss. (I’m bawling.) Robert was Losing It™️ seeing Giselle inches from death, and then this idiot has the audacity to deny being her true love. But of course it’s him. “Please don’t leave me.” and “I knew it was you.” are just so so beautiful, tender, and intimate. Like that was for them and them alone, we are intruding. That kiss was so gentle and heartfelt. Then she pulls him even closer for a hug, and he cradles the back of her head. They are so relieved, they love each other so much.

Don’t even get me started on Robert’s “over my dead body,” Giselle going after the dragon, and that rooftop kiss in the rain. My poor heart just can’t take it right now.

[redwayfarers]

enter - for the single-word fic prompt!

hello! sorry for being a wee bit late, but here is the fic for the prompt :> it's a part 2 to my bridgerton au for nika and artoirel, but you don't need to have read part 1. just know this is a retelling of season 1 and that artoirel is simon and nika is daphne.

bridgerton au 2 - 10 things i hate about you (affectionate)

fandom: ffxiv characters: artoirel de fortemps, nika perseis (wol), thancred waters, minfilia warde, mina fiore, lucretia fiore ship: nika/artoirel, nika/minfilia rating: gen words: 1926 divider by @saradika

Nika wants to die. 

It’s not even that much of an exaggeration. His mother sits there, in a glorious, pink dress, and Lucretia stands by her side, in cavalier uniform, all handsome and tall; Artoirel approaches with a little box in his hand, and with a voice that’s as serious as it is hot, announces his intention to ask for Nika’s hand in marriage. 

Now, it’s a fucking farce, and his moms know it, but nevertheless, Nika’s throat is oddly tight and he’s struggling to not tear the cravat off and running away to avoid having to watch this– shitshow of a fake proposal. It doesn’t mean shit. It’s a performance, and Artoirel’s doing an amazing job of making it seem real, but it’s all fluff, there’s no substance to it. 

So why is his face burning up? 

“We should ask him, Lord Fortemps,” his mother says cheekily and turns to face him. Nika wants to strangle her. “Nika, do you want to marry this man?” 

“We talked about this–” Nika bites out, clicking his fingers. “This isn’t a real proposal. We’re not seriously about to march down into a church to get married. This is a farce, a charade, not a real thing, I hope this is clear to everyone here, right?” 

“Entirely, Nika,” Artoirel says. “But there are certain rituals that must be observed regardless, if only for the authenticity of our fraud. Should anyone ask, I did come and ask for your hand in marriage and your mothers can confirm.” 

Nika takes a deep breath. Lucretia barely contains a laugh. “Fine. I do want to marry this man.” If anything, he gets to walk around with a handsome man for a few months and then break it off and go play music without interruptions again. “Let’s get this over with.” 

“You have our blessings, sir,” Lucretia says. “This reminds me of when I proposed to Mina! How romantic!”

Both Nika and Artoirel look at her at that. Artoirel’s somewhat red in the face, which Nika safely avoided due to the complexion of his skin, but it doesn’t mean his ears aren’t burning up. 

“Excuse me, sir Lucretia, there is nothing romantic about this arrangement between your son and I –” 

Nika sighs, rubbing his face. “Just put that fucking finger on me and we can all go about our day.” 

Artoirel opens the dark, satin box, pulls out a diamond ring and puts it on Nika’s finger. His hands are steady - almost forcefully so - and his fingers long and thin. For a moment their eyes meet. Artoirel’s so much taller than him that Nika has to look up, and when he does, he notices that the dark blue of Artoirel’s hair goes against the sunrise painted on the wall behind him. Their fingers are still joined together. 

He clears his throat and they separate. Lucretia runs a hand through her hair and smiles. Nika glares at her. 

And just like that, he’s now spoken for. 

It would’ve been easier if he found someone a touch.. Uglier, though. At least mamas are at bay now. 

**

Artoirel wants to die. 

That, admittedly, is a hyperbolic statement. But he certainly doesn’t want to be alive in situations that make his face burn like a fireplace and that leave him open for scorn and worse yet, tease! He had not thought this plan through in the slightest, and he now deeply desires to claw something. Unfortunately, the parks are a property of the state and his desires are unsightly, so he simply has to endure. 

It turns out enduring is a rather difficult endeavor when one’s engaged to the brightest young musician in the country. Sir Lucretia’s teasing comments aside, Artoirel can see the many benefits of the arrangement he and Nika formed in retaliation to the frustrating existence as members of the nobility, and in particular its demands for matrimony. He recalls how distant his parents were when his mother was alive; for a long time, he’d hoped he too would exist alongside his wife in a similar way, distant, half-way annoyed, cold. And while far from ideal, it was tolerable, as a thought and a possibility. Maybe even in reality. 

Yet now, when he walks in the park with Nika’s hand under his arm, their new engagement rings glistening in the sun, he feels anything but cold and distant. He’s all too aware of the press of their bodies, the way they’ve slowly fallen into the same rhythm of walking. When he looks in Nika’s direction, he’s hopelessly caught in the sunlight shining on his dark hair and the line of his nose and its round tip. 

Sometimes, he watches Nika’s lips move and the bobbling of his throat. Other times, he watches the arch of his brow and the hard stare in his eyes. Artoirel hates it as much as he does, truthfully. Nikita Perseis is vain, arrogant, rude, self-absorbed. Artoirel himself may not be much better in his eyes, but it’s hardly relevant. As Nika himself had said earlier that morning, they weren’t about to go to a church. 

This charade will have been over long before a church is even considered. And yet, he can’t help but wonder. He can’t help but think if Nika would be as radiant there, as bright as all the saints on stained glass windows. 

“You’re looking at me,” Nika says. His voice sounds strange, half-way between a strangled fondness and an angry rasp. 

“Am I not allowed to, my lord?” Artoirel lifts his head. “Remember to keep up this… Farce of ours. You could try and smile. The papers seem to think you have an awfully charming one.” 

“You mean that gossipy one everyone’s afraid of? The one who calls everyone out on their bullshit?” 

“I would say it spreads half-truths, but yes. Mind your language as well.”

Nika stops and looks up. “How about you get out of the fucking clouds for once? As soon as you do that, I may consider minding my language. Until then, fuck you.”

Artoirel lifts an eyebrow. “Do you want me to slouch for you? That is hardly good for my back, you see. Halone made the call for me when I was but a babe, after all.”

Nika stares. He then laughs raspily and digs his fingers in Artoirel’s arm. “I hate you so much, you asshat,” he says. It’s in that strange tone again, one that Artoirel wants to prod and study. 

A couple passes them by. A white-haired hyur man with purple marks on his neck and a blonde, hyur woman dressed in pink. It strikes him a moment too late who they are; Nika’s scowl has dropped and he looks wistful, almost sad. 

It is no secret that Sir Thancred Waters used to be one of Nika’s close friends. A fellow musician, their friendship bloomed until Nika was invited to play in court. Few know the details of the story, but Viscountess Whispers - the paper that, as Nika had said, “calls out everyone’s bullshit” - had her guesses when the fallout occurred. All of them were tied to the woman by Sir Waters’ side, Lady Minfilia Warde. 

Neither Thancred nor Nika made any comments. 

“Good day, my lords,” Lady Minfilia intones. Nika and Artoirel both turn to look at her. “I heard news of your engagement - my sincerest congratulations. I hope you have a wonderful life together.” 

“Indeed,” Sir Waters says, much less happily. 

“I’m sure the best you hope for me is to fall off a cliff, Thancred,” Nika replies. “No such luck, I’m afraid. As for you, Minfi– Lady Warde, I…” He swallows and looks away. He then looks at her with a strange look. “I suppose I should say thank you. I’m glad you didn’t wish me happiness of all things.” 

Minfilia gives a sad smile. “Your happiness is not mine to give,” she says softly. Nika takes a deep breath. 

“Our thanks, sir and lady,” Artoirel says. Nika looks at him gratefully. “Unfortunately, we must be on our way. Will you be in attendance at Lord Leveilleur’s ball tonight?” 

“I have prior obligations, alas,” Thancred replies. “But do give little Alphinaud my greetings, yes? It’s been a long time since I last had a chance to see him.” 

“And you, my lady?” 

Nika squeezes Artoirel’s arm. “Let’s go,” he whispers furiously. Artoirel ignores him. 

“I might attend, should my duties allow,” she says. “But do not let us keep you! Please, enjoy the rest of your day!” 

Nika’s lips are a thin line by the time they finally turn and leave. He relaxes them and closes his eyes. He looks visibly distressed. 

“Nika?” Artoirel reaches out a hand.

“Of all the people to run into, for fuck’s sake,” Nika hisses. “Not them. Not today. Not– Not them.”

“What happened between the three of you?” Artoirel asks, cautiously. He shouldn’t care, not really. Halone knows Nika wouldn’t care for him. And yet, here, in the watchful eye of the world, he feels the need to put a hand around the man he is betrothed to and banish that expression from his face. And he would be justified in doing so. It would only  strengthen the act. 

But there is too much truth in that to be an act. And that is frightening. 

“I loved her,” Nika says, after a while. “And Thancred is a piece of shit.” 

Artoirel puts a hand on Nika’s. It’s warm and sweaty, yet he lifts it up and places a gentle kiss on his knuckles. 

Nika goes still. His eyes don’t stray from Artoirel’s. Artoirel feels his face burn. 

“Let’s walk,” he suggests. Nika desperately nods. The rest of their walk goes in silence.

This is entirely acceptable behavior from people who are to be wed, after all. 

**

Dear reader, 

The season is off to a marvelous start! Many a couple graces the well-worn paths of our parks and our streets; a striking presence each, if only by the love that seems to gently whirl around in the air this time of year. Few, however, are as remarkable as Count de Fortemps and Lord Perseis. It is indeed rather strange, for this author could’ve sworn that mere months ago, the dear count was swearing he would never wed, on the pain of death, yet here he is, walking with the dashing new star of the court! 

As for Lord Perseis, he too has expressed little interest in settling down. His rise to fame is well underway, and as one is told, he will suffer no detours nor distractions on his path to becoming a name in the history of our great nation of Ishgard. Even he fell under the gentle charms of Count de Fortemps. The gentle kiss to his hand is apparently all that was required for a musician whose social graces have suffered greatly for his artistry to fall in love! 

And who knows! Maybe the next composition that graces the royal court will be a ballad for all those who will stand before Halone before long, prompted by the sincere desires of the heart, and hopefully not the desires of the flesh. How disgraceful would it be if the flesh took precedence! This author hopes it does not leave the ruins as tragic as those of the relations between Sir Waters, Lord Perseis and Lady Warde. Those were truly dark days for our blessed nation. Mayhaps joy will be found in the halls of Lord Leveilleur’s mansion tonight? This author is dying to know.

Viscountess Whispers

[galaxyedging]

Empty Nester Husband x wife reader.

Not a RPF, just a character inspired by this look.

Warnings: self doubt. Dry spell. Unprotected P in V sex.

Summary: Your husband tries to breathe some life back into your sex life.

That Fur Coat

“Are you sure about this?” He tucked the tight white vest back into his jeans from where it had popped out during his last pose.

“Yes! You look great! Your wife will love it.” Mandy the very upbeat, and very young, photographer reassured him.

With a slight grumble under his breath, he tugged the heavy fur coat back on to his broad shoulders, ignoring the nagging ache in the base of his spine. The rest of the photo shoot went smoothly. Not that he agreed with any of Mandy's outfit choices. She assured him he looked handsome, sexy even. All he saw was an ageing guy trying to look cool.

A week later when the photo book arrived, he was glad his wife was out. Taking the parcel from the delivery guy, thanking him and closing the door, he ran upstairs and into their bedroom. He sat staring at the innocently wrapped parcel like he had the school backpack that held the first nudie mag that his friend snuck out of his father's stash. His teeth troubled his plump bottom lip. He wondered what madness had overtaken him to think this was a good idea. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts he did hear his wife enter the room.

If you were honest and kind to yourself, the years hadn't been too bad on your figure. You could see all the parts your husband loved or he did love. That was a grey area at the moment. There was no doubt in your heart that he loved you. He was such an honest and affectionate man. His face held so much expression, and there was no way for him to hide his feelings for you. In turn, you still love him as much as you did when you married young and had your children. Both of whom had now left for college. Leaving you and your husband in a big empty house with all the alone time you could want. Maybe that's how this dry spell started. Sneaking around to have sex when the kids were around was fun. Now that you have ample opportunity, it feels like an expectation. Now that you had time and space, things should be hotting up, right? Rolling your eyes at your reflection, you held up the silk Teddy to your body. You felt like a walking cliche. The middle-aged housewife trying to spice things up. No, that wasn't a cliche. Marriage takes work. All aspects of it. If dropping fifty bucks on some naughty lingerie to prance around in did the job, so be it. Your husband's car was still in the drive when you got home. The house was quiet when you opened the door. Assuming he was busy in his new home office, you crept upstairs to put away your purchases.

“I wasn't expecting you home.” He gripped the package on his lap as he stood quickly.

“I only wanted a couple of things.” You shrug trying to casually place your bags on your dresser.

“I see.” The nerves in his voice worried you.

“Are you alright? You sound upset.” You step toward him as he sunk onto the bed.

Twenty something years together and he still haven't learned to hide things from you.

The lines around his eyes deepened as he laughed. “Yeah. I just…I got you a present. It's stupid. I just should have talked to you.”

“About what?” Your hand thread into his without you even realising.

“Our little dry spell.” He gave your hand a squeeze.

It was your turn to laugh. “You mean the thing I spent over two hundred dollars on buying scraps of material that barely constitute underwear?”

“Two hundred? Why? You know seeing you in my old t-shirts does it for me just fine.”

“It hasn't lately.”

“I know. That's on me. I've been in my own head. Our sex life has always been great even when we had to put cartoons on for the kids and fuck in the utility room. It's just been so long since we could just be us. I guess I put too much pressure on it.”

“That pretty much sums it up. You always know the right thing to say.”

“I wished I'd known that before I did this.” Tearing open the package he handed you a black book with ‘For My Darling Wife’ etched in gold on the front cover.

“What's this?” You smiled.

With an exaggerated huff he dropped his face into his hands. “Just…look.”

The pages were filled with glossy photographs of your husband in all sorts of sexy outfits. You'd always thought he was sexy but the persona he took on in the photographs took your breath away. He reminded you of the hot tempered teen your husband once was. The dark look on his face made it look like he was ready to devour you.

“Wow. These are…”

“Stupid. I know.”

“...hot.”

“What? You like them?”

“Why wouldn't I? You look sexy, Baby.”

A bashful smirk played on his lips. “Really?”

“Absolutely. Maybe you could throw on a white vest and jeans while I slip into my overpriced scraps?”

In the end it did matter what you wore. You both ended up naked. The two of you curled up together as he gently thrust into you from behind. Barely half his cock could press inside you in that position. It was still enough. He took his time stretching you around his girth, his finger giving your clit long drawn out strokes. There was no rush, no worry of interruptions. Just the two of you stoking each other's bliss. When he felt you getting closer, his pace quickened.

Pulling his hair you teased in his ear. “Are you going to fuck me like a fur coat wearing rockstar?”

“It depends. Are you going to take it like a skimpy lingerie wearing slut?” Any self conscious concerns he had about his body melt away as he rolled you on your front and watched his cock disappear inside you. He might be older, not old, but it didn't mean he couldn't get the job done. The screams of his name as he drove his cock home proved that. A thought occurred to him that hadn't in years, he pulled out and jerked his load all over your ass. “Fuck. Now that is worthy of a picture.”

A playful swot to your ass made you giggle until the cum on the swell of your ass dripped down between your cheeks caused you to hiss.

“Cold?” He flopped down next to you absently drawing shapes on your bare back.

“Hmmm. Worth it.” You bite your lip at him.

Cupping your face, he teases your lip out with his thumb only to suck it in between his own teeth. A gentle bite is soon soothed by a swipe of his tongue.

“Let's never go too long without doing this again. I missed you.”

“I missed you, too. At least I have something to keep me company if we do have another dry spell.” You look past him to the book on the side table. “I can't believe you did that for me.”

“You know I'd do anything for you.” Rolling on his back he pulled you onto his chest. The light sheen on sweat making you stick to him didn't bother you. It was nice to revel in him again. The touch of his smooth skin. His scent.

“Anything?” He hums as you kiss his chest. “Do you think you can get a hold of that fur coat?”

[deathnguts]

hi! i’m in love with all of your rabastan/regulus headcanons. i’m not sure if you answered this before but how does regulus’s journey as a trans person go in this scenario? when does he realize that he’s a man and when does rabastan? how does it affect their relationships? does regulus ever come out and transition at all?

Hello! I’ve actually never gone into trans regulus in any context even though regulus IS trans to me, like if I see any cis regulus I view it as an AU because trans regulus is real

I think regulus knew there was something off about him. Like he didn’t know he was a boy per day, but he knew he hated the way he was perceived and being referred to as someone’s little girl or all dressed to the nines in lace and skirts made him cry when he was like four. It all got better for a little when he just wore pants and kept his hair stylishly short when he was like 8-11 because girls were allowed to do those things, but then it immediately got worse when he went through puberty because he started to realize what it was he didn’t like. He didn’t like being perceived as a feminine girl, but he didn’t know yet that it was because he was a boy he thought it was because of the expectations that came with being a girl in his family that he viewed as beneath him. He wanted more than being married and having kids, he thought he only hated being a girl because it came with that tragic life. He ignored how he had a huge problem with his own body because all girls hate their boobs and don’t master bait because they hate their vaginas, right? … right?

But, no, he did not realize he was a boy for little too long of a time. I don’t think he knew it was possible to be trans until he was an adult anyway, or at the very youngest late teens. I think he did immediately know that he was a transgender man when he found out that option existed, but he hated it. He did not embrace it with the satisfaction of knowing himself, he despised that this couldn’t have just been easy for him. Of fucking course he couldn’t just be born correct with the right brain and the right body, fuck this. I think he went through a phase especially at the beginning of his and Rabastan’s marriage where he was hyper feminine. He forewent his attempts at just being a tasteful ‘tomboy’ (it was more like women in suits sort of vibe because tomboy was too unrefined to him) and he went all in on the like Lana del ray core style femininity for a solid five or more years. It was a desperate fail safe attempt to be what was expected of him, everyone who saw him married to Rabastan already viewed him as some small young girl who was doe eyed in love with an older man, who cares if he plays the part everyone already sees him playing fuck you.

Anyhow it failed, he was miserable the entire time but keeping it simmering under his skin hoping it would like permeate away but it didn’t, it never does. He grapples with the idea of doing anything about this for another few months I think, slowly deconstructing his feminine mask and testing if the work of deconstructing himself is worth it. He experiments with himself, mostly alone or among his friends. They’re the first to know because of course they are, and obviously they don’t mind. They always kind of noticed, and now that they have a name for what regulus went through it makes sense.

Rabastan kinda notices? Like he obviously knows something is wrong, but he doesn’t know why and he doesn’t know to ask. So I don’t think he does. When his wife starts wearing dresses and ribbons and growing out her hair he tells her she looks beautiful, when she very suddenly stops doing that he kisses her temple and asks if she needs new clothes. But then there’s a little bit of a strange phase where regulus is suddenly very affectionate. He’s always been, whenever he was happy that is, but now it’s almost clingy and regulus has never been clingy.

Inside, it’s because regulus thinks that rabastan will not only leave him if he comes out, but be personally offended that he made him be even perceived to be romantic with a man. Their families are extremely homophobic and transblind, regulus thinks that Rabastan would be in the right to hate him for this. So he hides it, for just a little longer. He loves his husband for as long as he can because he’s sure he’ll be gone forever when given the chance.

But then the day comes, regulus has Barty on speed dial just in case shit hits the fan, and he sits Rabastan down and tells him that everything’s ok they never have to talk again and the cut can be clean and easy and regulus won’t mind (he will) because he’s… he’s a boy. Rabastan didn’t marry a boy. Regulus lied, he supposes, so Rabastan should be allowed to leave.

Rabastan’s…. Confused? Why do you want me to leave? What did you lie about?

Regulus explains further, panic rising in his chest and rabastan gets it after a bit. He doesn’t know what to say.

Regulus, I love you. Not the little girl with tears down her cheeks and not enough words to explain why, not the short hair and fear of her own body, not the dresses and ribbons, not the clinging touches and kisses, I love you, not the phases of what you used to be. I love what you are, if you think that’s a man then I guess I love a man. You won’t get rid of me that easy.

So yeah, it’s a lot of up and downs but he figures it out and embraces it eventually and rabastan’s there for all of it, in summary. Rabastan is a lot of things and their relationship has its insane issues, this funnily enough, isn’t one of them. While Rabastan does sort of think this might be another phase, he’ll never say it and he takes it seriously to make sure regulus knows he knows it’s important to him. Rabastan loves his husband just as much as he loved his wife, it simple to him.