#grumpy-salad

[grumpy-salad]

Cookin' up some stuff about my Commander. Something Inquest Experiment, something something Balthazar reliquary magicks, etc etc etc.

[ask-a-grumpy-melon]

Fruit sibling ships so far! Someday as the other three find lovely partners of their own I’ll have to draw a second little group shot like this one ❤️ I just love me some shipping

[ask-healthy-light]

Got inspired by @ask-a-grumpy-melon's recent reply to my doodle between Light and Melon herself, as well as by my partner's suggestive suggestions, so I decided to make a little comic ^^ First time drawing a lot of Anthro and I think I did pretty well!

@allyooops

Added individual panels with and without background under the cut

With background:

Without background (transparent):

why yes i did spend the entire afternoon working on this how could you tell

[gonk-droid]

This idea came to me in a dream

[snuggleboots]

₊˚♡˚₊ Kakuzu as an older brother ₊˚♡˚₊

₊˚♡˚₊ Finishing up one of my fifty drafts, one of which is some headcanons for the Akatsuki as older siblings, and I'm dropping the bit I did for Kakuzu that didn't make the cut. veering away from geriatric younger sibling in that post, even though I find it stupidly funny ₊˚♡˚₊

Tags: Older brother Kakuzu, geriatric reader, just word salad about two old farts in a world that's moving on without them.

Kakuzu is a cantankerous old asshole, and no, being his younger sibling does not save you from that fact. If you're somehow still alive while he's in his nineties, and you actually see him from time to time? He can, does, and will treat you like an obnoxious little gnat, because that's just him as an older brother.

You could be in your eighties, all wrinkled and greyed from the long life behind you, and he's still talking down on you as if you're the dumbest little asshole to have ever walked the earth. Onlookers have, in the past, been brave enough to tell him to respect his elders, and he has never failed to look absolutely fucking affronted when confronted by that. The fact that you find it hilarious only seems to dance on his very thin last nerve.

You told someone he was your baby brother once, just to be a shithead, and he punched you hard enough to throw your back out. No, you did not learn your lesson. You badger him for fun, and although agitated, he'll let it slide with a warning.

You two get along better now in your sunset years than you ever had when you were younger. Is it strange to see his kid-sibling age while he doesn't? Somewhat. It bothered him slightly more in his forties than it does now, but that's mostly because he's had decades to come to terms with it. For a long time, he outright refused to see you. He doesn't talk about what happened, and you don't ask. No, you don't mention Earth Grudge Fear, and in turn he doesn't mention the fact that you stayed, shamed by association, even after he left.

Now, though, you two can share a good conversation about whatever meaningless garbage is happening out there in the world. You want to gossip about political drama? Well, it's about damn time you have something interesting to talk about. Want to go down the rabbit hole of old people what-ifisms and reminisce on old times? ...Begrudgingly, and only rarely will he entertain it. He can agree though, when you grumble about the new generations and their lack of work ethic, or other geriatric gripes you probably have at this point in your life.

He's never wanted to hear about any potential nieces or nephews, and he doesn't want to hear about your spouse, if you had one. He just wants to catch up, check in, share some tea or a lunch, and be on his way again.

No, you are not given more respect for the fact that you're an old bag that actually looks like an old bag. The fact that your joints creak, and you now putter rather than bolt around like the mindless idiot you were in your younger years does not change how he views you. Where others see your age, he just sees the kid that used to be firmly wedged up his ass when Takigakure was still home.

It's kind of a miracle you're still alive, and he'll call you an idiot to your face for still meeting with him the way you do. It's risky, especially now that your body is as fragile as it is, though that never seems to stop you. He's gotten good at ignoring those weird, wistful pangs he gets when he sees how much harder it is for you to get around now. He won't help, but he'll at least pretend he doesn't notice.

You're well-settled and your bank account is far from empty, but that's because he's given you backhanded advice through the years that actually helped you grow a decent nest egg to fall back on when retirement hit.

In his own gruff way, he wanted to make sure you were well taken care of, through your own accomplishments, by the end of the line. In your own way you return the favour and concern, by sharing what you hear in the grapevine and passing along important nuggets of information you hear in passing.

Back in the day, it was you and him against the world. It still feels like it, sort of, sometimes, in a strange way.

If something happens, and you're suddenly put at risk of being attacked because your association with him was discovered? Well, some old habits die hard. Kakuzu'll protect you - fuck, he'll go a bit mad doing it, but he won't acknowledge or admit that it's for you. No, it's because you two were in the middle of tea and it's rots his goddamn socks to be interrupted like that.

Maybe some things are hard to let go of, and maybe his shithead baby sibling just happens to be one of those things. Messing with you while he's around is a grave mistake that no one survives making.

Your years are numbered where his are not - so what if he is being a bit selfish by making some time every now and again to see you? It's because you still need him, not because he wants to, obviously. He's busy, you've always been a needy, sentimental pest, and just because you're both old as dirt doesn't mean he lacks a sense of duty.

Right?

Right.

[bigtreefest]

Me rn, except imagine it eating a salad:

[demonicsuffrage]

By some supernatural accident, Batman and Superman swap bodies. But the accident was just so embarassing that they collectively decided to NOT tell anyone about, and figure out how to reverse it all on their own. But, unfortunately, this means they now have to keep up this farce in front of their families

Clark, in Bruce's body, wiping some blood off his mouth and wincing at the 15 cracked ribs he now has: Guess I can bleed, huh

Dick, staring in disbelief after the patrol: YES OFCOURSE YOU CAN!? WHY THE HELL DID YOU THROW YOURSELF DIRECTLY ON TOP OF A GRENADE-

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bruce, in Clark's body, squinting at the bright smallville sun at the Kent farm: This is way too much for 11 am

Jon, staring at his newly grumpy dad: I think batman is a bad influence on you, dad

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Clark in Bruce's body, staring at his reflection in the mirror: The shoulder to waist ratio is insane, such a grabbable waist

Poor Tim, who accidentally overheard this, getting ready to call Arkham: Uhuh it's definitely, insane

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Kon: And so I said, ofcourse, i would love the soup-er salad!

Bruce in Clark's body, deadpan expression on his face:

Kon: Get it? Soup-er salad?

Bruce: Yes

Kon, sad puppy expression: You always laugh at soup puns :(

Bruce, now with an Extremely Forced little smile: Yes it was very....funny

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Clark, in Bruce's body, rushing to hug a visibly bleeding Jason who walked into the cave after patrol: What happened?! Are you okay?

Jason, freezing up because the last time Bruce ran to hug him was, never:

Clark, immediately backing up, and speaking with a deliberately gruff voice: I mean. Is the blood yours? Son.

Jason:...no

[rafeslittlepup]

— bunnywife is tiktok famous

“what my husband eats & does in a day” as a soft girly music plays in the background.

“7:30am — i wake him up with kithes and his pre-workout, he says i have to kiss him or he won’t go!”

she’s in a silk baby blue robe holding a little heart mug with preworkout, rafe is shirtless and looks insane

“8am — breakfast! 5 eggs, steak, hashbrowns, & black coffee in his ‘world’s best husband’ mug”

she films the absurdly large wood board while he’s eating like a wolf. he slaps her hand when she tries to steal a bite and she giggles

“noon — gym break + protein shake i made him (he says it tastes like ‘liquid chalk’ but still drinks it 💪🏼 teehee)”

he chugs it with no emotion.

“3pm — lunch: steak, a potato, avocado. he says if he eats a salad he’ll ‘start lactating’ so i don’t argue !! ”

he’s eating it with his hands agaun while watching a youtube video called “how to survive a bear attack”

“7pm — dinner: 2 burgers, no bun, just meat & cheese. i made a cute little salad too but he called it ‘rabbit food’ :( 🐇”

he smirks and puts a burger in her mouth mid video, “you need protein too, baby”

“10pm — says ‘real men don’t need skincare’ but he lets me roll his face with my pink jade roller if i straddle him 🧖🏼‍♀️”

he’s on the bed looking grumpy while she’s giggling and rolling his face.

“midnight snack: me! goodnighttttt bunnies!”

he kisses her cheek, half-asleep mumbling “turn that shit off”

💬

@girlcoquettish: the way he looks like he eats drywall but it’s somehow hot???

@barbiey2k: girl blink twice if ur okay

@brathatespatriarch: this man is 100% the reason feminism was invented

@kyle_lifts: Bro is living the dream. Steak, protein, and a girl who worships him?

@bros4bunny: We must protect her at all costs.

@tradsinthetrap: real tradwives wear lipgloss and have IBS like bunny. don’t get it twisted.

[bloomseishiro]

A SURPRISE VISIT — ITOSHI RIN

౨ৎ — you decide to surprise your fiancé while he is doing a photoshoot for a brand he works with. the director and photographer never even knew rin could smile in such a way...

itoshi rin x reader. fluff, pro soccer player!rin, y’all are like mid-twenties here, established relationship, sunshine x grumpy vibes :> 

word count. 1.3k

It’s not often you are able to visit Rin while he’s working. Given the nature of his job, he spends most of his time traveling around for away games and matches outside of Japan.

Today, however, Rin is in town for a photoshoot with a local luxury brand and you decide that is the perfect opportunity. for you to surprise him. He spoils you plenty himself, bringing you souvenirs and cute trinkets from his travels. This is the least you can do to pamper him back.

You prepare him a quick and easy meal—a grilled mackerel rice bowl with a side of spinach salad—but still packed with nutrients to help fuel his body for the long day ahead. Rin has complained about PR and photoshoot days to you plenty of times before. They were busy and tiring and he barely got any breaks. What better way to bring some light into his day than a little surprise? 

Along with a warm, homemade lunch, you decide you want to stop by for some flowers as well. At a nearby florist, you order a bouquet of vibrant blue morning glories (the closest color you can get to his eyes, though nothing seems to be the perfect match) mixed in with classic white florets. 

Pleased with your little bouquet and neatly wrapped lunch box, you bound along to the studio Rin was working in for the day. 

Immediately upon entry, you find yourself greeted by the receptionist, cheerily asking how she can help you. 

“I’m just here to visit my fiance,” you say with a smile. “He’s here for a shoot— Itoshi Rin.”

She eyes you skeptically, her eyes briefly flitting to the phone on her desk. “Can I ask for your name, please?”

“Of course!” you agree hurriedly, pulling your ID out of your wallet as you stated your name. It’s inconvenient at times, having a professional soccer player as a fiancé, but you understood why security had to be higher for him. “I promise, I’m not lying! See.”

You flash her your diamond engagement ring and show her your lock screen photo of you and Rin making kissy faces at the camera. 

“Oh, no! I don’t think you’re lying! Mr. Itoshi’s team always gives a list of who he might be expecting and, well, the list only has your name on it,” explains the receptionist, looking back and forth between your ID and her computer screen. “You can head right in! His session is in the big room to the left.”

“Thank you!” you chirp, gathering the bouquet back up in one arm as you hold his lunch in the other. You hope Rin will feel how much you love and value him.

You walk down the hall and hesitantly knock on the door, before deciding to push it open after not hearing a response. 

As soon as you peek your head in, your eyes lock with Rin’s as he poses in a relaxed stance, one hand in his pocket as he looks away from the camera dramatically. Once he notices you, his serious expression changes into one of surprise as the corner of his lip quirks upward into the semblance of a smile. 

“Yes! Exactly like that!” the director cries in relief. “Hold that smile— This is the first one we’ve seen from you all day!” 

As Rin’s attention is directed away from you, the sullen expression returns to his face. 

“No! Smile, I said,” said the director exasperatedly. 

You wave your flowers around in the background, hoping to catch Rin’s attention as you shoot him a playful wink. It’s similar to when parents are trying to get their baby to smile for the camera by playing peek-a-boo behind the lens. 

Rin’s much too old to be treated like a baby, yet somehow, your method works. 

His eyes soften as he lets out an amused snort. It’s quiet and barely there, but it was enough to change the ambiance of the photoshoot. From the corner of your eye, you see the creative director nodding at the photographer fervently as the rapid clicks of the camera sound in succession. 

Once satisfied with the amount of successful photos they captured, the director soon calls a quick break so the next scene can be shot. Rin wastes no time in heading over to you with a question in his gaze. 

“What are you doing here?” he asks.

You grin, handing him the bouquet of flowers. “To give you this!” you say simply. “I wanted to surprise you. I also brought you lunch. I know you don’t have much time to eat, but I hope you can find time to sneak a few bites between shoots.” 

Rin takes the flowers and lunch box into his hands, eyes softening as he pulls you into a quick hug. “Now why did you go through all this on a random Thursday?” 

“Do I need a reason to see my handsome boyfriend—er, fiancé—during work?” you say with a playful pout. He proposed only recently, and calling him fiancé is still new to you. “Don’t tell me you’re not happy to see me…”

Rin rolls his eyes at your dramatics. “I’m always happy to see you, and you know it.”

“I do!” you agree happily, bringing another small smile onto his face. “Now, I don’t want to keep you from your work for too long. I better get going.”

He frowns. “Can’t you stay longer?”

Before you can reply, the creative director from earlier concurs, “Yes, can you please? We need more pictures of Mr. Itoshi looking like he’s not miserable!”

Rin glares at him in annoyance. Partly for saying he looks miserable and partly for interrupting his conversation with you.

You laugh at the director’s pleading. “I wish I could, but I do have some work of my own to finish up today.”

You aren’t sure whose face looks more dejected—the director’s or Rin’s? 

“But,” you start, trying to cheer them both up, “Rin, you can look at the flowers I got you and smile when you think of me!” 

Rin’s cheeks color and a grunt of embarrassment escapes him as his eyes flit frantically to everyone overhearing the conversation. 

You grin, not letting up. “And, if you eat the lunch I made you, your stomach and soul will be warmed for the rest of the shoot!” 

The director nods along like you came up with the most brilliant idea ever. 

“Okay, now I really do have to go,” you say apologetically, placing a chaste kiss onto Rin’s lips. “I’ll see you at home? Soon?

He nods. “Soon.” 

“And,” the director sings, “it might be even sooner than planned. Mr. Itoshi, if you cooperate well, we may be able to finish up within the next hour and a half.” 

Rin’s expression turns serious, a look of fierce determination forming on his features. “So, I can be home in less than two hours?”

“Yes. Maybe even sooner if we get into a good flow.” 

“We will,” promises Rin as if he has no other option. “I’ll be home soon.”

You giggle at his resoluteness. Nothing motivates him more than soccer and spending time with you. 

“Work hard then!” you say. “I’ll see you in a bit, baby.”

The tips of Rin’s ears turn red as he hisses, “In public?” 

You have to stop yourself from snickering at his embarrassment. The two of you really need to work on your public displays of affection. 

“Wait— That’s it!” exclaimed the director. “That’s the perfect flushed face! Someone bring a camera here, stat!” As the director rambles along, you wave goodbye to Rin, wiggling your fingers as you watch the look of misery return to Rin’s face, his eyes calling to you to help get him out of here. 

“Break’s over! Come along now, Mr. Itoshi.” 

You spare him one last thumbs up before leaving the studio with a laugh. Well, that visit certainly turned out to be more entertaining than you had imagined. You would have to visit Rin at work much more often. 

[grumpy-salad]

Wayfinder.... we are fucking UNDER ATTACK!

[missmookie]

police officer!rafe's wife is an influencer ♡ !

a/n: kid's names: roman (13) kelilah (5)

"day in my life: father's day edition !"

sound: LOVE - kendrick lamar ft. zacari

"6:15 am - me and the kids got up early to make rafe something special for father's day; sausage, fried eggs, fruit salad, and heart shaped pancakes topped with fresh whipped cream and cut up strawberries."

she's standing in the middle of the kitchen with a tired smile on her face, as roman and kelilah chase each other around the island with whipped cream and flour on their hands

"7am - i woke up rafe and brought him his food, along with the kids bringing their gifts for him."

she films the roman gifting rafe his basket he put together, before kelilah giggled and showed him her messy, (but oh so adorable) drawing of her and rafe)

"10am-12pm - we went to the park for a picnic + water balloon fight, but rafe had to do his morning exercises and drink his nasty protein powder shake 🙄."

rafe chugs the whole thing in one gulp before wiping his mouth with a napkin, and picking up kelilah to head out the door

"5:30-8pm - cleaned up and went out for dinner at rafe's favorite restaurant, and picked up this week's crumbl cookie to try!"

rafe coughs when he tries one, grumbling that saying it's and that "none of yall should be eating that sugar food" meanwhile roman and kelilah are knocked out in the backseat

"9pm - roman took himself up to his room while we finally got kelilah tucked in; (never giving her a full crumbl cookie ever again)"

"10pm - i gave him a full body massage 😏 because he's been saying his body hurts (even though he swears he's fine)"

he's on the bed laid on his back looking grumpy, but eventually relaxes when she reaches a particularly tender spot in his thigh

"12am - sex 😛"

he wraps his arms around her and kisses down her neck "put that shit down already, let me thank you for all you did today" she laughs and tosses her phone on the nightstand

© missmookie est. 2025

idk if i like this

[wileys-russo]

the perfect gift II a.putellas

first of my christmas fics for this year! the perfect gift II a.putellas

"-but amor that is not fair!" your wife groaned, slumping down in her chair with a grumpy look plastered into her features. "you asked me a question and i gave you an answer." you smiled coyly, rinsing off the plates you'd both just eaten dinner off of.

"no! i ask you, what is the gift? you say, the gift is perfect. not an answer!" the blonde contested with a scowl, still sat at the table as you chuckled and bent down to load the plates into the dish washer.

"why not? the gift is perfect mi amor, and you will love it." you grinned knowing this was getting under her skin. "can i have a uh, a clue?" alexia tried, frown switching to a charming smile making you snicker as you rounded the bench and headed toward her.

your wife scooted her chair back a little as you arrived, her hands settling possessively on your waist, slender fingers gently tracing the sliver of skin peeking out between your shorts and top.

"mmm a clue." you hummed, pausing as if to think as you pushed your hands through her hair, nails scratching against her scalp as a content exhale dropped from her lips.

"it is something..." you leaned down as her head tilted back, lips ghosting her own which had curled up into a small smile clearly thinking she had bested you and got her own way.

"...hidden where you will not find it." you pecked her lips sweetly before shimmying away. "que? cari that is not a clue!" alexia straightened up with the scoff and scowl combo she was famous for.

"it is a clue to stop being so nosy putellas. you will get your gift on christmas, same as every year!" you warned with a wink, grabbing the bowl of leftover salad and moving back to the kitchen to wrap it and put it away.

"dios mío then why you tell me!" the blonde threw her hands up with something that sounded between a groan and a whine.

"i did not 'tell you'. alexia you overheard me on a private phone call say i got you the 'perfect gift' and you have not stopped asking me about it since!" you laughed, closing the fridge and shooting her a look.

"no need for privacy in marriage!" your wife dismissed with a wave of her hands, an eyebrow cocked in her direction having her slumping back down in her chair, a barely audible apology grumbled.

"who were you talking to?" alexia perked up a little and questioned curiously as you stared her down, hand on hip. "yes because i am going to tell you so you can call and harrass them." you caught right on, enjoying the slight pink flush which crept up your wifes neck as you did.

"it was my mami, and i did not tell her what the gift was. only that it was perfect!" you grinned, making your way back to the table and bending down to kiss away your wifes moody pout.

"eres una mujer malvada." the blonde grumbled in her native tongue, watching as you began to back up, headed toward the door. with a hum you grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head, watching as immediately your wives eyes dropped down to your chest.

"mujer malvada?" you hummed, wiggling your hips out of your shorts as alexia's jaw slackened, eyes trained to you like a hawk as you continued toward the door.

"evil woman is going for a shower amor, but have fun pouting." you winked, spinning around and striding toward the bathroom, smile on your lips as within milliseconds of you starting a countdown in your head footsteps thundered after you.

a squeal left you next as your feet were swept off the ground, your wife basically carrying you fireman style toward the shower, your hand slapping against her ass with a laugh as she kicked the door shut behind the two of you

~

"estoy de vuelta!" you called out as you let yourself in, frowning when there was nothing back in reply, but you'd seen your wives car parked next to yours in the garage downstairs.

"ale? amor?" you called out again, hanging your coat up and sliding off your shoes, leaving both in their place by the entryway. "alexia! estás aquí?" you called again, checking room by room.

"alexia if this is you trying to scare me, sex is off the table!" you warned seriously, the normally stern captain not above lurking around a corner and jumping out, giggling to herself afterwards like a little kid.

finally you found her, the bathrooms and bedroom all coming up empty until you cautiously poked your head around the corner of the laundry, a tattooed tanned back greeting you.

"ale!" you exhaled somewhat in relief, frowning when she didn't turn around or even acknowledge you in the slightest.

"baby are you still hung up on the-" your hand landed on her shoulder, leaping back when seconds later your wife spun around, you barely having time to duck as her own hand shot out at you.

"oh mierda!" alexia swore wide eyed once she realised it was only you, pulling out the airpods you'd not noticed in her ears which was clearly why she hadn't heard you.

"lo siento mucho bebé. lo siento mucho!" alexia gasped, wincing and shielding her face as you smacked her a few times with a face like thunder. "i told you! about these! stupid things!" you grunted with each blow which bounced uselessly off of her toned shoulders.

"lo sé! vale vale vale." your wife caught your hands in hers, smiling guiltily as you yanked them free and glared her down. "breathe amor." alexia echoed, inhaling and exhaling deeply as you bit your tongue but copied her actions none the less.

"welcome back?" the blonde tried, opening her arms for a hug as you scoffed and turned around on heel, stomping back off as she hurried after you. though you didn't get more than two steps into the bedroom before you were tripping over again, large hands grabbing your waist and steadying you.

"alexia! i asked you to do this before you went to training." you groaned, squatting down and shoving the dirty laundry back into the basket that you'd tripped over, having purposefully left it there so your wife wouldn't miss it.

"i was going to." the blonde winced at the narrowed eyed glare sent her way. "i will do it." you grumbled, grabbing the basket and pushing past the taller girl who bit her lip, knowing she had to try and fix this.

"i can do it princesa." she appeared in the doorway as you merely hummed, ignoring her as you loaded the washing in, pausing for a second as you ticked things over in your head.

"you were already in here, half naked. qué estabas haciendo?" you accused, staring her down as she opened and closed her mouth a few times clearly trying to think of an answer.

"getting ready! to do...the uh, clothes." alexia rubbed the back of her neck, pointing to her shirt which was draped across the laundry sink as you narrowed your eyes, and then it clicked.

"you were looking for the gifts while i was not home!" you gasped in realization, your apartment fully decorated but knowing what your wife was like you always hid her gifts for the last few years.

it had all started when you'd come home early one day from work and found her meticulously re-wrapping everything, looking up like a guilty kid who'd just been caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

safe to say ever since that christmas the gifts under your tree were always for other people, alexia arguing each year she was older and far too mature to go snooping.

only this was now the third time this week you'd caught her looking.

"me? no! princesa, i would not." alexia scoffed, dismissing you with a wave of her hand and snatching the basket, busying herself stuffing the washing machine with clothes as you could only hum skeptically.

if only she knew you weren't lying when you said that it was hidden somewhere she would never be finding it.

~

"son tan bonitos!" alba squealed happily, clapping her hands as the two of you shared a delighted grin, your wife watching on with a soured and much less content look on her face from where she sat on the sofa.

"necesitamos esto todos los años?" the footballer sighed, head thumping back against the sofa with a pained look toward the matching pyjama sets in your hand.

"sí! and you will wear them. your mami already has hers on!" you nodded off into the kitchen where eli was busy making dinner, having shooed all of you out when you tried to help, rapping your wife on the knuckles with a spatula when she'd been insistent on staying.

"your family have them too, no?" alba questioned as she plucked hers out of the bag as you nodded. "you would not want to make my family sad amor?" you pouted playfully.

"when they are all the way in england and-" you were cut off as there was a gentle kick against your shin, alexia huffing but holding her hands out expectantly.

"i love you." you launched at her, a grunt leaving her lips as you landed and kissed all over her face, ignoring her younger sisters joking gags of disgust behind you before she disappeared to go and change.

"sí, sí. ya lo sé!" your wife rolled her eyes jokingly, hand grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you in for a real kiss, the two of you forcing yourselves apart as you heard someone clear their throat, eli's watchful eye hovering with a somewhat amused smile.

"more?" alexia groaned as alba grabbed her arm and pulled her back down as she tried to stand, the three of you having been taking photos together in your matching christmas pyjamas for what to your wife felt like hours now.

"no no no, estoy cansado. nos vamos a la cama!" your wife warned sternly, pushing her sisters hands off and quickly standing, holding her hand out expectantly for you to take.

with a chuckle of amusement you hugged your sister in law goodnight, eli having already headed off to bed not long ago as the three of you stayed up to have a drink and watch a movie.

it had been tradition for every year you spent christmas in spain that you and alexia would stay at her childhood home the night before christmas eve, no different than you would stay at yours every second year where the two of you would spend it in england with your own family.

teeth brushed and faces washed the two of you lay squashed together in her old bed, having spent the last thirty minutes teasing her for the fact her room was like a portal frozen in time, eli not having changed a thing since alexia was a teenager.

"no baby i think it is very cute." you smirked, alexia snatching the framed photo of her and alba dressed up like bunnies out of your hand, leaning over to place it back down on the dresser.

"lo haces siempre." your wife grumbled, your face softening into a smile from where you sat straddling her hips.

"mi chica linda." you promised, hands cupping her cheeks as you leant down to kiss her, pulling away far too soon for her liking as she puffed air from her nose and made grabby hands trying to tug you back down.

"más besos." the blonde pouted a little, tapping her lips as you melted, forever swooning for her soft she could be when it was just the two of you, even if it had been years and years of it now.

it was that overwhelming love for the hazel eyed girl beneath you which spurred on your next words, a hand on her chest stopping her from trying to pull you down on top of her, no doubt to flip the two of you within seconds.

"espere aquí." you whispered in the dark, pecking her lips and watching them turn downward into a confused frown as you moved off of her, sliding out of bed and padding across the room.

"princesa? qué haces?" concern dripped from her tone as she moved to sit up, watching you drop down and rummage through your overnight bag, finally finding what you needed.

"close your eyes, please." you hid it behind your back and made your way back to her, alexia looking on a little skeptical as you nodded reassuringly, kissing her sweetly and promising it would be worth it.

with a small sigh her eyes fluttered close, eyebrows furrowing as she felt the bed dip and the covers be pulled back, your weight and warmth settling back on top of her.

"closed amor!" you pinched her thigh softly catching one chocolate brown eye crack open curiously, corners of her mouth lifting upward to try and hide a smile at your swift reaction.

you grabbed her hands in yours, turning them upwards and watching her flinch a little as you slid what felt like a photo strip into them, folding her fingers over to close her fist.

"vale. open!" you encouraged, letting go as alexias eyes shot open, squinting a little to try and make out what was in her hand in the dimply lit room, the overhead lights off and only a lamp to guide her vision.

though she barely needed it, tweaking what was in her hand after just a few seconds with a sharp inhale, head snapping right up as your lips curled into a grin seeing the shock on her face.

"this-this-...yours?" your wife spluttered out, sitting bolt upright as you nodded. "ours." you corrected softly, lifting your shirt up and grabbing her spare hand, settling it onto the warmed skin.

"mi amor, it worked." you whispered, the two of you having not long finished your second round of IVF, something you'd kept strictly between the two of you, not wanting the added stress of other peoples expectations weighing in.

"i-the baby? a baby!" alexia practically yelled as you stifled a laugh and smacked a hand over her mouth but nodding furiously. "ale!" you squealed as you were pulled down off on top of her, back hitting the bed as alexia now hovered on top of you.

your laughter was swallowed as her mouth captured yours, your body tingling with all the love poured into just that simple kiss with her, drowned in her adoration for you as she muttered her disbelief, forehead pressed against yours for a moment just soaking it in.

"hay un bebé aquí?" alexia knelt between your legs, hands on your hips and staring intently at your stomach as you chuckled quietly and nodded.

"sí, nuestro niño." you flinched a little as alexias chin came to rest on your stomach, the girl staring at it in wonder, a comfortable silence falling between you.

your hands threaded through her hair with a soft smile as she placed a tender kiss to your stomach, pushing some loose flyaways out of her face as her wonderstruck gaze met yours.

"this is it cariño, the perfect christmas gift."

[darnell-la]

𝗜'𝗟𝗟 𝗚𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗧

pairing: old man!logan howlett x young female!reader

warnings: staring, rude people in public, Logan with no emotion, begging, oral (male receiving), riding, doggy, neck kisses, slightly forced cream pie, multiple orgasm, moans from both sides, very rough sex, angry animalistic Logan, etc.

request: Hi! I love your work, Could I request Oldman!Logan x young fem!reader (22 years) that has a baby fever and really wants to have Logan's baby (also to shut the mouths of those who make fun of her dating an older man), she decides to prepare a surprise for him so that he can get her pregnant soon. Reader is needy and Logan is rude.

note: Logan as always is mean and an over-thinker, but he can’t seem to not give what his perfect girl wants. A breeding session.

teaser - Logan gets kinda subby in here. can’t stop cumming…

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How do you guys feel about an X-Men story with the reader? Logan is rude Logan at first, then slowly shows small affection towards the reader. Jealousy and things of that sort. They soon hit it off, and after Logan starts acting rude again because he’s scared of the love he grew for her. It’ll be a long story, but something to read at night. ALL ON WATTPAD! Comment below, please!

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“Stop gettin’ in your feelings, Bub. They ain’t gon stop,” Logan said, talking about the people looking their way in the expensive restaurant Logan decided to take y/n out at.

“But, isn’t it rude? Why do they care so much about who I’m with? Or who you’re with!?” Y/n tried whispering and keeping her facial expressions normal. She didn’t want them to know she was bothered, but it wasn’t hard to see.

“Just relax, Bub — Ain’t nun gon happen with a few eyes lookin’ attcha,” Logan had picked up the menu to continue searching through what he wanted to order for himself and his girl.

“Are you two ready, or shall you get more time?” The man asked in an accent that made Logan roll his eyes. “Just appetizers for now. Gonna get the cheese bites with a side of marinara sauce, and two Caesar salads,”

“And drinks?” The waiter asked as he looked at y/n, wanting to hear the young lady talk as he was done listening to the older grumpy man.

“I’ll have a whiskey, no ice, and she’ll have water for now,” Logan ordered for her, eyes still on the menu as y/n faked a bright smile on her face so at least one of them looked like they wanted to be here.

“Are you sure that’s all you want? We have a lot of cocktails. Even mocktails if you’re not feeling alcohol going lady,” Logan laughed at the small sign the water gave. They always go.

“She’s fine, trust me,” Logan said, leaning his girl from head to toe. He knew her like a book. He knew her life at the back of his hands. He loved showing it too.

“I’m fine, thank you,” y/n smiled at the man as he looked at Logan. He wanted to speak, say something, but he couldn’t. Logan wasn’t actually doing anything to make the man complain.

“Get a load of that guy,” y/n rolled her eyes as he walked off. “Yep,” Logan said, not really caring. “Why are you always so calm? He was disrespecting us. Disrespecting you,” y/n said, confused about why the man never cared.

“I’m still alive, aren’t I? You’re making it seem like that fetus of a man shot at me,” y/n rolled her eyes and sat back as she crossed her arms, upset at the lack of care Logan had. She felt like she was the only one who cared about things.

Throughout the night, Logan made small talk with y/n to ease her mood. She tried to stay upset at the man, but the hand grabs, foot nudges, and complements made her melt

“Said you had a surprise for me, Bub?” Logan asked as the two made it into the hotel that Logan bought for the night. The top floor had a good view, a view he knew y/n would love.

���Yeah, but I thought we were going back to the house,” y/n pouted, a bit tipsy as Logan carried her through the door. “I know, and I apologize, princess. If you left it at the house, you can give it to me tomorrow. Or I can go get it now?” Logan suggested.

“No, no, you don’t have to do all that. I-I got it. I got it,” Y/n said as she kicked her heels off and walked towards the bed with Logan.

He had a few drinks, but that never affected him. She prayed it would tonight so she wouldn’t have to work hard, but she’ll deal with it.

Y/n knows Logan’s a hard one to crack, but the man loved her. He’s so anything for her, so a long session of begging or anything of that sort, would make him crack. Only for her.

“Get comfortable — I’ll be back,” Y/n said as she stumbled to the bathroom. Logan chuckled as he got undressed, already knowing y/n wanted to have sex. She always does, and he never says no.

Y/n didn’t take long to get stripped and walk out of the bathroom slowly. The lights were dim, and Logan sat up against the headboard of the bed, legs spread and waiting for his perfect girl.

“I-I know you’re against it, and I know you always shut me down, but tonight is special. I-I really, really want you tonight,” Y/n said, slowly crawling on the bed as Logan’s chest rose.

“You always get me, Bub, so what’s there to beg about?” Logan said as he rubbed his thighs. “I want you to cum in me,” y/n looked at him with those eyes he could barely say no to.

“Y/n, don’t start tonight. Ian tryna ruin the night,” Logan has rolled his eyes with a sigh. “Baby, please,” y/n begged, trailing her hands up his legs until they were mid-thigh.

“Keep beggin’ for that shit, and ima turn around and go to sleep,” Logan warned the girl, but she ignored him and put his cock in her hand. “C’mon, daddy, please,” y/n said, bringing out the word she used in once in a blue moon.

“Nah uh, get off, y/n. I told you what was gonna happen-“ Before he could finish, y/n wrapped her wet mouth around his tip, sucking down hard as her tongue moved up and down his slit.

“F-Fuck,” Logan’s legs shook as he gripped the sheets. “Y/n, remove your fucking mouth,” Logan demanded, but she ignored him, looking into his angry dark eyes as she slipped down onto his cock, taking all the inches in that she could.

“Y-Y/n!” The man groaned loudly, hips bucking as his hand went to her hair, pulling her up to get her off, but not strong enough. He was physically stronger than her, so she knew if he wanted her off, he’d get her off.

“Fuckin- Fuck, you’re so fuckin’ bad,” Logan said as his other hand cupped her cheek. “But you take my cock so well,” Logan admitted with a chuckle as he slowly began moving her head at a pace he wanted her to suck in.

“Always so fuckin’ needy — Needy little slut can’t just enjoy my cock. Always needs my cum to satisfy her,” Logan said, now moving his hips, allowing his cock to thrust up into her throat.

“That’s it, kid — Fuckin’ suck me up since you want it so bad. You ain’t gettin’ it in that cunt. You ain’t earn it yet,” Logan said, watching spit spill from her mouth.

Y/n did her best to look up and into his eyes. Her was glossy, streaming tears as he grew dark. He couldn’t hold back his deep groan at the sight of her taking his cock like this.

“Don’t fuckin’ look at me like that,” Logan said, getting angry at her. He hated how bad she was, but loved that she’d do anything to get what she wanted from him.

“Fuckin’ brat,” Logan growled, snapping his hips faster to make her gag and cough on his cock. Maybe if she was too busy trying to focus on taking him, she’d stop silently begging for him to breed her.

It’s not like the man didn’t want to. He was just insecure. Yeah, he and y/n had been dating for a while, but the people roaming about are right. At least that’s what he thought at the time.

What if he is too old for her? He’d basically be baby-trapping her if he gave her what she wanted. He swore she’d regret it.

He forced himself to think that way, but every time y/n took his cock, rather that was with her mouth, cunt, ass, or anything, she’s beg him to breed her. Something in him knew she wanted it, but the other part held him back.

“Fuck, y/n, stop it! Stop fucking looking at me like that!” Logan shouted at the girl, an animalistic tone slipping out as he fucked her throat.

Y/n didn’t stop. She continued, whether her eyes could barely stay on him or not, she kept looking up at him, begging him to breed her.

“Y/n, I can’t — I fucking can’t,” the man had thrown his head back, whining as he felt himself near. He’s me we did that before, but him trying to yell her no but also seeing her beg, was too much for him. He was overstimulated by his thoughts.

Y/n slapped Logan’s hands off of him and quickly crawled onto him. She grabbed his cock and aligned herself with him before sitting down.

The moan that escaped her mouth made his eyes widen. “F-Fuck, kid, stop it!” Logan said, but his hands came to her waist and kept her in place. She tried to bounce, but he didn’t even allow her to do that.

Logan’s feel curled as his fingernails dug into her sides, causing her to feel in pain, but also pleasure. “Do it, daddy, please,” was all had to say on his cock before he jumped over the edge.

Logan’s mouth parted as his whole body stuttered. No noises came from his mouth for a second as y/n felt his warm seed coat her walls.

“Yes! Yes, daddy, yes!” Y/n cried out with happiness before she buried her face into the crook of his neck, sucking into his skin hard. That pulled all of his groans and moans out.

Logan’s hands wrapped around the girl's back and waist, pulling her into his body as she grinned against his pelvis, letting her swollen bud feel all the affection it needed.

“Please, more, Logan. Please. Please,” y/n continued rubbing against him as her whole body felt numb. She was going to cum, and Logan knew it. Damn her.

“Fuck, kid — F-Fuck,” Logan’s legs kicked as he tried keeping himself in, but he couldn’t. She squeezed him so hard for him not to do what she’d been begging for, for the longest.

“Y/n,” Logan’s voice cracked as his nails broke the skin on the young girl's back and waist. “Yes, yes!” Y/n almost cried as her body kicked up and she came, sucking the man too hard. To damn hard.

Logan’s mouth parted once again as his eyes crossed, feeling too much pleasure as he spilled into y/n for the second time and took the love bites y/n gave him on his neck.

Logan was pissed. He was so damn pissed at y/n for not listening to him. He wanted to punish her, but how? How could he after he bred her? He wouldn’t be able to pull out. And fuck a condom. He was fucked. He broke the promise he kept to himself. He really fucking loves her to let her do this to him.

“You’re so fuckin’ bad, y/n,” Logan breathed out into y/n’s ear, alarming her. He wasn’t relaxed. He was angry. “You like gettin’ what you want?” The man asked as he slowly lifted y/n off of him. She was being held in the air.

“Then ima give you what you fucking want,” before y/n knew what he meant, the man flipped the two, allowing him to hover over her.

“S-Sorry, I just- I really needed you. I-I love you so much, and I-I — I want you to give me a baby. I-If you don’t want it, I-I’ll just take the plan b tomorrow. I promise,” y/n couldn’t stop stuttering.

She felt a slight fear. She knew how Logan got, and now that he’d already come in her, he’d be worse.

“Fuck that plan b. You wanna baby? Then deal with the fucking consequences,” Logan turned y/n around and forced her onto her hands and knees. Before she could process anything, he plunged into her.

“Fuuck!” Y/n screamed at the new angle and the hard thrust. “Shut the fuck up, and take it,” the man groaned as a hand came down on her ass. “Take my fuckin’ kid, since you wasn’t em so damn bad,” he added.

Y/n cried into the sheets, thinking he couldn’t fuck her hard until his claws came out. He’d never done this before, but she knew what he was up to.

The man’s claws punched into the wall right in front of the two. He gripped tightly, making sure he wasn’t going anywhere before he pounded her into the mattress.

The young girl's neck and back belt pain. He was breaking her and didn’t care. She wanted this.

“Lot,” y/n whined, not being able to say what she had to say. She was beyond fucked. “Don’t worry, Bub — You’re gonna make a damn good mom,” Logan said, making sure she knew he was up for this.

Y/n slightly smiled as her cunt quivered, finally letting out another orgasm as her eyes closed. “S-So good,” she said as she slipped away. “I know, baby — I know,” the man growled.

Logan never stopped his thrust, making sure she’d feel the soreness when she woke up. And the loads he was going to leave in her.

[sheepispink]

Dealing with a Siren was pretty hard as it is, but a grumpy one was on another level.

Ghost had somehow pissed you off a few hours ago, when you had come over to his small desk looking for some of his attention. No one else really came near your enclosure but him, so he can understand why you were starved for it. Though, that did not exempt you from trying to seduce him again for fun, and also pushing his paperwork aside so you could perch atop the desk, your flowy dress spilling onto the forms he had just filled out.

He may have been a little too stern with you, or maybe you just got too in your head again, but now you were sulking in the pit of the artificial moon pool, the cameras below showing your figure hidden by the long waving seaweed, as you curled up.

“If you don't come up, I'm gonna eat your food.” It was lunch time, and you still hadn’t surfaced since that morning, still angry at him for whatever you had deemed wrong about him. “Look— I know I've been out recently, and you haven't seen me all week but I'm here now. I can’t be here all the time.” He remarks, opening the container and hiking his mask up to his nose as he prepares to eat it.

Instantly, he sees the water ripple at the far end, before the glimmer of a tail peeks beneath the surface. “You could but you choose not to!” You huff, cheeks puffed as you make your way over to where he’s crouched, snatching the food from his hands.

“So you want me to drop all my missions and just sit here with you?”

“Bet you’d do it for the new mermaid.” You retort, scooping up the chicken salad with the fork and stuffing it in your mouth still your cheeks are full. It makes him snicker slightly apart from when he processes your words, raising a brow. “Hm? You know about that?

“Of course I do!” He almost flinches when you angrily say it back to him, never having seen you so riled up even when the chef accidentally gave you fish for dinner. “But-”

“Everyone talks about her! About how pretty she is.” Your tail thrashes in frustration, water almost spraying onto him for a second. Whilst he had been gone, he had left some soldiers to take his usual duties regarding you; they had likely fawned over the mermaid they rescued recently, unaware that you were listening from afar. “I bet you’re the same.” The scowl on your face is deadly to many, but he just leans down towards you.

“Really? You think that about me?”

Ghost isn’t even denying the accusation, and that boils your blood even more. “That’s where you go—isn't it? You go and talk to her, and look at how much shinier her tail is, and how much prettier she does her hair!”

The container is empty, swallowed down in a large gulp as you toss it on the side of the pool, glaring at him partly in disbelief as he doesn't even react. Huffing, you cross your arms over your chest, ready to snap. “So it’s true? I knew it. All you soldiers are the damn same——“

His hand cups your cheek and all of sudden his nose touches yours, lips pressing against yours as he passionately kisses you. His gloves hands curl into your neck as they slide down, stabling himself as he leans over the edge before finally breaking away. “Not all soldiers, sweetheart. Never even spoke to her either.”

“I..i..” You’re left speechless, cheeks burning and suddenly you’re sure he’s set the water temperature too hot. “But—“

“Tsk, I can't believe you thought so low of me.” He huffs just as you did, fixing his mask, standing up, and walking towards the direction of the door.

One, two

A smirk rises behind his mask, boots echoing against the floor.

Three.

“Wait— no!”

You’re scrambling out of the pool, tail shifting into legs as you slip on the wet surface trying to run after him. “I— I didn't mean it!”

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[isetfiretomyself]

Yandere Male Butcher X G/N Teacher Reader

Trigger warnings! Yandere behaviour, Violence, Someone tries to touch the reader, a tad of stalking socials,This is all fictional! I don't condone toxic behaviour!

Now what a bizarre pairing, I feel like I should give some context lmao. Now shall we indulge in this fantasy?

🫀Yandere Butcher who divorced his ex wife two years before meeting you, After the divorce it was just Him and his son.

🫀I cannot explain why but Yandere Butcher's son is very alternative. Which there's nothing wrong with that! But wearing studded bracelets and battle jackets (I've also seen the called battle vests so if one is more commonly used let me know -Jay) into school meant Yandere Butcher gets called a lot.

🫀Yandere Butcher who was expecting the same old moody tutor ,not you...

🫀Yandere Butcher who is massive, I'm talking 6'4, Covered in tattoos from his early adulthood and a man bun that a hair tie is clinging on to dear life trying to keep up. That makes it very intimidating for you to explain the issues.

"Erm...Mr-" you start but Yandere Butcher cuts you off. "Listen. Cut the official stuff. Call me Isaiah,yeah? I'm getting called here more times then I'm selling turkey's at Christmas. What did he wear this time? The 'kill all cops' top? Or that bloody devil necklace?" You're a bit surprised. His thick southern accent was attractive if you allowed yourself to be honest for a second.

"It was just a bit of eyeliner. I'm going to be honest from the other teachers experiences it's not that bad but I have to report it." You say craning your neck up to look up at him. "I'm not trying to be rude but... couldn't you of just called, emailed even?" He said fixing his posture. "If it was just that then yes. I erm... wanted to ask about you. If that's okay?"

🫀Yandere Butcher who was stunned.

"About me?" He tilts his head. "I'm aware you're a single parent, I'm not judging! I was just wondering if you needed any extra support? Your son can be...erm difficult? To say the least. If you ever need a break I know a great child minder!"

🫀 Yandere Butcher was even more stunned! You cared? Nobody really cared that much about him. He was just Isaiah, the grumpy butcher, the divorce dad or the guy you wanted on your team on quiz night at the pub. Everyone assumed he was fine, that he was a 'real man'.

"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine." Yandere Butcher who had to wait till he was in his truck to allow himself to smile

🫀 Yandere Butcher who dug up anything and everything he could about you online. Yandere Butcher that was ecstatic when he found out you were single.

🫀 Yandere Butcher who made his kid work at the butchers at the weekend if he misbehaved in your class. His son never saw him care so much about anyone like the apart from him and his mother. (an till she was found in another man's bed)

🫀 Yandere Butcher who was at the pub on Friday night while his son was at a sleepover. Beer in hand, he talked to the locals about nothing and everything. He would never admit it but it was always a highlight of his week.

🫀Yandere Butcher who almost chocked when he saw you come into the pub. You were in casual clothes with a few friends and you looked utterly adorable to him.

🫀Yandere Butcher who clocked and grabbed some random guys hand before he could try and touch you. The stranger got kicked out for his actions and the locals asked if you were okay.

🫀Yandere Butcher who was surprised when you hugged him. "Thank you!" You cheered, a faint smell of alcohol was on your breath.

🫀Yandere Butcher who let you sleep on his couch that night. He sat on a chair near by and watched you sleep. You figure raising and falling,you were so fragile, so sweet.

🫀 Yandere Butcher who is way more aware of plant based diets then people would give him credit for so made you a fruit salad for breakfast. Strawberries, blueberries and more fruits just as sweet as you!

You were so embarrassed. "Please forgive me,I promise I usually don't drink so much." You say pushing the fruit around your bowl. " Don't worry, you were stressed that night." He said crouching down to your level, you noticed his eye bugs. "I didn't keep you up ,did I?" You say with a pouty lip. "What? No. I never sleep when my kids are doing god knows what at a sleepover. You've seen how they are in school, imagine what they do when they don't have you to keep them in line." He said while putting a hand on your shoulder. You smile a little a faint blush on your checks.

What you didn't know is as you slept Yandere Butcher shoved that pig who tried to touch you in his massive meat freezer that was getting cleaned. "You wanna act like a pig? I'll fucking cut you like one" by the time he visited the freezer again, he needed a black bag, saw and some bleach. He wasn't worried about getting caught because his most important people where at school. His little troublemaker being taught by his angel.

Two Fics in one day!? The world's gone mad! Lmao I hope posting twice doesn't ruin any engagement because I'm quite proud of this one! I must admit my art blocks been quite bad so if anyone wants me to attempt to draw my oc's please vote! (Yeah I didn't do this....GULP- Jay from the future)

[sunday-bug]

Can you write about Bucky having a bad day and is being grumpy with the reader and they make him his favorite dinner as a surprise and he remembers just how much be is loved so he opens up about it

Wifey Behavior

Pairing: Congressman!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

Word Count: 590

Content: fluff, Bucky being a grumpy old guy

Synopsis: As the anon requested, the reader makes a grumpy Bucky his favorite meal.

A/N: To my bestie girl - thanks for the inadvertent inspiration for this LMAO (you'll know when you read it)! And thank you anon for a sweet request!

"Why don't you just kick back on the couch? Forget about the packets for a few hours, okay? Close your eyes and just relax, baby. I can tell you're stressed," you say calmly but defiantly, wanting to make sure Bucky knows you mean business. You pick up the stack of papers from next to him on the couch cushion.

"I have to read these or apparently I'm not going to know what the hell is going on tomorrow!" He grumbles, snatching the packets back from your hand.

You scoff.

He looks at you with a withered expression, clearly exhausted, and runs a hand across his face. "I'm sorry. That was uncalled for, baby."

"Damn straight," you say, reaching your hand out to him and gesturing for him to give you the packets back. He hands them gently back to you. "I'm holding these until you cool off."

"Okay," he surrenders, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his dress shirt before leaning back into the cushions.

You walk to the kitchen and put the packets in the pantry to hide from him, hoping for an "out of sight, out of mind" tactic. Tying on your apron, you set to work preparing one of his favorite dinners - it comes together quickly as you have the recipe memorized. You could do it with your eyes closed. As you press it into a pan, you peer into the living room and see your beautiful, grumpy man lying there with his eyes shut and his mouth slightly ajar. Good.

As dinner cooks in the oven, you fold laundry and iron a few of his dress shirts, pick up his kicked-off dress shoes and put them on the shoe rack, write him a love note and stick it in his work bag for tomorrow, and put a light blanket over his sleeping form. He looks so peaceful.

The over timer beeps, and he stirs, but doesn't fully wake. You pull dinner out and let it cool for a few minutes - pouring two glasses of wine and putting together a quick salad. You walk to him and run your hand across his thigh, rubbing gently to rouse him. "Hey, baby, come eat dinner," you whisper. "I made your favorite." His eyes flutter open and he sits up, looking at you and inhaling.

"Meatloaf?" He asks sweetly, his eyes full of hope.

"Yes, c'mon, baby," you reply, helping him off the couch and to the dining table. You plate his meal and serve him.

"Oh my God. I'm going to marry you," he moans, looking down at the plate.

"Me or the meatloaf?" You tease, resting against the kitchen counter with a glass of wine in your hand.

"Probably you," he says, taking the first bite. His eyes roll back and he scoots his chair in closer, already prepping another forkful. "It's so good," he says through another mouthful, shoveling it in like a man starved.

You giggle. "I'm glad you like it, baby."

He rolls up his sleeves and keeps eating, cleaning his plate of the first serving.

"Do you want more?" You ask sweetly and he nods, running a hand down his chest. You smile and take his plate, getting him another helping. This time you sit with him and eat your meal as well.

"Hungry boy," you quip.

"I guess I was," he chuckles, taking a hearty swig of wine. "Thank you, angel. And I'm sorry for being a grump earlier. You didn't deserve that."

"It's okay. You were just hangry."

"You're too good to me."