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Hey honey! I'm loving your bingo challenge<3

So I want to send in a request for Steve Rogers for the prompt 'ugly duckling'

So basically Steve meeting readers family and friends, and the running joke is how reader bagged an Greek god looking man like him despite being not so pretty. He soon understands why reader was first hesitant and a bit surprised when he asked them out. But Steve takes a stand for them in front of everyone and call them out on their behaviour and all the fluff! Please feel free to change anything you like or ignore the request if it's not worth it! Thank you so much! I love your fics💙

Hi hon <3

I feel so much about the "ugly duckling" so I added a little bit of "horrible family actions" that I've seen. I hope you'll enjoy this!

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Steve Rogers x You

Warning: Ugly Duckling, shaming from all aspects, bad language word(?)

Summary: Steve was nervous about meeting your family - your larger family, that is.

A/N: My eighth entry to the bingo challenge hosted by @the-slumberparty.

"What if they don't like me?" Steve whispered in horror as he looked at himself in the mirror.

"They will love you." You stood on the tip of your toes and kissed his cheek, "Seriously, my mom thought I'd be single for life. So she is already way beyond happy that I'd be taking someone home for this traditional festival."

Steve mumbled a "yeah", before turning to you, "I really want to make a good impression." He almost knotted his brows into a bun, "Any tips on how to be the best boyfriend?"

"You are the best boyfriend there is." You help flipping his collar in place. He was so nervous about meeting your family that he tried on five different ties for over a dozen times, leaving his collar a mess, "You'd be helping out... I think. And you definitely do not need a tie to suffocate yourself when you're helping out. They will love you." You emphasized the idea that your family would welcome him one more time, shrugging, "Just try not to answer any questions when my aunties and my grandma ask you about 'when are we having kids'."

"Kids?" Unfiltered panic filled his eyes.

"Um-hmm." You fiddled with the hem of his shirt, tucking it in place, "I know, we aren't even planning anything yet. Still, they love to do that. They'd be scheming when we're having our fifth kid with or without our help."

Steve swears he is sweating like a fountain.

"Smile. Tell them we're enjoying our solidarity. And you will be fine." You threw him a sympathetic look, "Tell them about your military stories. That would distract them enough."

You hoped your boyfriend would survive under your ruthless (or so you believe) aunties.

"C'mon. Mom said we should be there by 11 to help her cook lunch." You kissed his cheek again, "You'll do fine."

"Not quite sure about that." Steve muttered. If confidence could be measured from 1 to 10, he'd be negative a hundred by now.

You thought your aunties - your father's sisters - would be hogging Steve until he was going to have a panic attack, asking about your relationship or about his family three generations ago. But within an hour, you heard that he was able to make all of your aunties laugh with joy by telling some interesting stories in the barracks, while your mother kept you in the kitchen to help her around.

Help with cleaning. Not cooking.

After an hour and a half, your grandmother pulled an ancient photo book out of nowhere and started to show him your baby photos.

With pots of traditional dishes simmering over the stove, you were finally able to get a break from your mother's accusations of "not practicing homemaking" and escape to your boyfriend.

At which point, the photo album was only about one-quarter through, and your aunties had just started the chapter where you were 4 or 5.

"...now this." Your grandma chuckled and shook her head, "This was precious. She has always been the not-so-good-looking one among my grandkids. Hasn't changed about that. See her skin? And the hair? Her cousins tried almost everything to help her look better."

Yes. By "help" she meant that your cousins, who were not that older than you, shoved you around like a doll, pinning all their least-favorite hair bands and hair pins onto your head, and giving you ridiculous "make-overs".

The kind of "make-over" some 6-year-olds could achieve.

While your male cousins ignored you.

Some of them still did.

You didn't mind.

Your family isn't exactly the tightest bun in the world. You tried avoiding them until important family-gathering activities such as this one. Because they would criticize everything from your clothing to your work. And probably also tell your boyfriend that you are not that good.

"And what are you wearing?" One of your aunties eyed you disapprovingly, gasping as if she had just seen you. Even though you have been helping cleaning and cooking for at least sixty minutes, "Sweetie, your ass is going to rip your jeans. Why not sportspants? They are definitely more comfy. Could help cover your thick thighs too. Honestly, how you are able to date... him-" She gestured at Steve, "is baffling."

"That hair..." Another auntie tutted as loud as she could, "So messy, my dear. Have you tried conditioner? My boy brought back a bottle of L'OREAL conditioner from Paris and it has been working wonders. "

Third auntie chirped up helpfully, "Must have been that awful job, cutie pie. I told you that you should be working closer to home, not driving three hours to see your family. That incompetent husband of mine recently opened up a factory and we'd be happy to arrange a desk job for you. Smaller pay, but closer to home. What could a ton of money do anyway if you can't see your family every week-"

That's enough bullshit for you for a day. You'd rather drown yourself with mud than listen to them criticize from head to toe.

"I think that's my phone." You forced a smile, getting up as fast as you could, "I'm gonna go check."

"See, I told you a busy job can do you no good..." One of your aunties yelled behind your back, before gossiping in a low voice with others.

What you didn't see (or hear, for that matter) is that Steve apologized swiftly, leaving the couch and following you.

Eight months ago

Steve accompanied Bucky to his graduation ceremony that day. Being around the same age, they chose a path in the military at the start, though Bucky had a severe injury to his left arm and had to leave the sergeant program after only a few months. After some rehabilitation and trying a handful of jobs, Bucky decided to head back to university and study criminal law in order to become a police officer, or a district attorney if he's not fit for police work anymore.

Steve, on the other hand, was luckier. He stayed in the sergeant program and got assigned to the States right before Bucky's graduation. After three tours and a surgery to collect bomb shells from his leg, the Army decided he could be a drill sergeant on the New Jersey Base, responsible for training new recruits before shipping them overseas.

Anyhow, Steve pulled Bucky into a big hug when the ceremony was over. He whistled and nearly clapped his hand numb as Bucky beamed at him in a black graduate gown.

"I guess I'm the smarter one of us now." Bucky smiled coyly, punching Steve in the chest, "And the luckier one too." As he fished a cute girl in gown by her wrist and introduced her, "This is my girlfriend Wendy. Wendy Stone. Wendy, Steve."

She reached out shyly to shake his hand, "Hi Steve. I've heard a lot about you."

And as if Bucky was the magnet, attaching people like coins in a line, you slipped through the crowd patting Wendy on her shoulder, "Your phone. You almost forgot - Hi Bucky, I'll be out of your hair in a minute."

Bucky's palm flew to his forehead, gasping out in shock, "Damn. I haven't introduced you two yet. Steve, this is Y/N, Wendy's cousin. Y/N, this is my best pal Steve."

Five months ago

You had hung out with Steve a couple of times, but only in the presence of Bucky and Wendy. Wendy and you shared the same apartment, so it was nearly inevitable for Steve to bump into you when looking for Bucky, or Bucky asking both of you to join Game Night for you four to know each other well.

Steve grew fonder of you, nonetheless. He loves the laughter whenever you hear a silly joke; he loves the way you make a face to him whenever Bucky and Wendy getting all gooey and clingy, making both of you feel like the third and fourth wheel; he loves your optimistic and can-do attitude, whether it was Wendy having a bad day at work, or when the pipe burst in your apartment.

Before he opened his mouth that day, sharing a pot of coffee with Bucky during the quiet morning of a Sunday. Bucky cut him off, saying Steve's line, "You should ask her out."

"You think I should?" He gulped nervously, counting the larger bubbles on his coffee.

"Dude, why do you think I've asked you on these game nights stuff?" Bucky snorted into his mug, "You practically glued your eyes to her the day you met. It's hard not to notice."

"Thanks...?"

"Don't thank me yet, punk. I've asked Wendy about her. She's one tough-" Bucky paused before continuing, mulling over the semantics, "Is it degrading to say son-of-a-bitch? Because Wendy said the exact same words. Anyway, according to Wendy, she doesn't really date a lot. And her work is crazy as hell. Plus, they came from the same family, cousins from their mother's side. They are a hard-to-please bunch of people, and Wendy heard that her father's side was even worse."

Steve didn't really take the last line into consideration back then. Still, asking you out was one hell of a mission, worse than the tour he had in the middle of some desert. It took some persuasion and some more coaxing ("good-measured coaxing", Bucky insisted) to get you on the first three dates. But from that point forth, everything has run smoothly, until now.

"You alright?" Steve closed the door behind him. Your tiny room seems smaller with his broad shoulders larger than the door frame.

"Yeah." That's a lie. "Another few hours and we'll be left alone." You swept away the invisible dust on your jeans, murmuring.

That's why you don't like your relatives. The smell of grease and tobacco rose from the backyard where the men were drinking and smoking, more revolting than the way you remembered.

Steve pursed his lips tightly into a line, "Are they always like this?"

You huffed out an unamused laugh, "At least we were related. You should have seen how they treated my mom."

"That's why she's in the kitchen?"

An unimpressed glare threw in his direction, "She enjoyed that, believe it or not. Cooking and cleaning and homemaking." Raising your chin towards the kitchen, "Blamed me about 'not doing my part' just now."

"Why don't you-"

"Stand up against them?" You knew what he meant. You did. You tried. But they would always accuse your mother of not "teaching you properly".

"They are bullies, Steve." You shrugged, pretending that it didn't bother you at all, "They'd do anything to make sure we get all those nasty comments. And the moment any one of us stand up against them, they'd ask my parents to force me to apologize."

Steve crossed his arms, furrowing his brows again.

"Look, my mom is ... old-school. So are all of them. She nags a lot but she'd be sad if I'm not here to support her during this family reunion. But reunion means all of them, so..." You held his wrist, resting your head on his shoulder, "family comes first."

He took you into his arms, landing a kiss on your forehead.

You craned your neck to smile sweetly at him, as if nothing had happened, "Let's get back to the living room before they mock me for being a baby about it."

Surprisingly, for one full hour, they weren't able to make a comment about you - plenty of comments about Steve since your three cousins had arrived. More comments about your cousins. Gossips about their neighbors. Judgements thrown around on their men and your mother's cooking.

"... your daughter better have clarity on herself." Your grandmother pointed at your mother, drunk on her third cup of wine, her words slurring, "Steven....s Steve, here, is way out of her league. And she needs to maaaarry him before some s... ska... skank butts in."

Your mother eyed you, mouthing silently, asking you to eat rather than reply, before coming up with a polite smile, "Of course. But young people have their own opinions on marriage, and I suppose it's only fair that they figure it out themselves."

One of your aunts waved her fork too hard, sending a piece of chicken into the air, "Oops. Ma's right. And you need to have a kid soon, sweetie. Marry him, and have a kid. Your body is a ticking clock. Don't turn deaf towards it."

"I'm surprised you were able to get a boyfriend, let alone... this." Another aunt gestured at Steve, "You've never been the pretty one, cutie pie, and you sure ain't now."

You put your hand on Steve's thigh to calm him. You could feel his muscles tensing and his jaw clenching, not so subtly. You shook your head lightly.

Don't give them what they want. You hoped you were able to convey the message.

"Oh my oh my," the last aunt chuckled, "we are not going to witness some cheesy scheme of renting a boyfriend here, are we? I heard from my daughter Jean that it's quite popular these days. You know, it's not that embarrassing not to have a boyfriend, I mean, we all thought that way-"

Jean, being one of your cousins sitting by the table, chose to munch her food in silence rather than responding to your aunt.

"That's enough." Steve placed his napkin on the table, folded it back into a triangle before he spoke, "All of you." His rigid tone from the military days seeped into his voice, having the conversations on the table stop for the moment. Taking your hand beneath the table, he watched every person on the table with a serious expression, "Our relationship is none of your business, and so is her appearance. I see a beautiful, strong, independent woman, and I pity you for none of you were able to see her the way I do. Because you were so focused on yourselves, comparing everything about you to make you feel less pathetic. "

A brief pause.

"You didn't say anything about your daughter owning a clothing store, inherited from you, that barely gets by." He looked at the aunt who called you "fat".

"No one said anything about your son stuffing potato chips in his mouth and being unemployed, still taking expensive trips with your pension, because he's the son in the family." He points at the aunt who called you "cheap".

"And finally, you know damn well that husband of yours is having his third secretary-mistress. Since that's all the rest of you could hint about this afternoon." He directed at the aunt who thought you weren't "homemaker" enough.

"I hope you'll have the day you deserve." He spat out, standing from the table, asking for your hand.

For the first time today, your eyes sparkled with light. Gladly taking his hand, your rose from the table. Not minding if you have shoved your chair backwards too hard or the sudden movement is not "lady" enough.

"Mom, I'll come visit next week. Promise." A big smile raised the corner of your lips, waving your mother goodbye while the rest of the table watched in silence.

You still had trouble believing this when you got in your car. Steve immediately pulled you into a hug, nudging your neck with his cheek.

"Not so scared about 'impressing' my family now, huh?" You joked, tugging the end of his blonde hair lightly.

"They're going to hate me and you after I dumped every scandal on them." He mumbled apologetically, "Sorry, I hate bullies."

"No." You signed, "I should've be braver and just ... cut them off."

"You did the best you could." He kissed your shoulder gently, looking into your eyes, "You are everything I've dreamed of, and I meant everything I said at the dining table. You are incredible."

"Hold your proposal, Rogers." You teased him, seeing his ears turn into beet-red as you mentioned "proposal", poking his chest with your index finger, "You aren't on your knees yet and I'm not having five babies without five carats."

Steve's face flushed with a shade of pink, looking like a total turnip if it wasn't for his blonde hair. "Five babies???" He gulped, and then, "Does that mean we're having ten babies if I buy a ten-carat now?"

It was your turn to be stunned speechless. Only when he was grinning madly did you realize he was messing with you too. Laughing with tears, you fell into his embrace, "Steven Grant Rogers, you are a horrible person."

A few laughs bubbled from his chest as you leaned back in your seat and buckled your seat belt, "You'll get used to it." He started the engine and changed the subject, "I didn't have much food in your house. Mind if we stop by at the new Burger joint and order something?"

"I almost forgot how awful my mom's cooking is." You set your phone on navigation mode and put it on Bluetooth speaker, chuckling, "I'm starving. Let's go."

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kitty-kitty-boomba · 5 months

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Hi Honey! Welcome home!

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AMAB! Sevika x Reader- BUT IN REVERSE

JUST HEAR ME OUT-

Also- this shit is long as hell. Like, I'm actually so sorry. P.S- I ran out of steam after I explain the situation, so respectfully? Writing is a tinie bit trash- But just a little! Also, no rlly proof-read sorryyyy

18+! MDNI

Please enjoy and let me know your thoughts!

Sevika and you have been married for four years now- and today would be your anniversary. You were actually celebrating being together for 10 yrs, your argument being that knowing each other as friends still counts. Sevika didn't care so as long as she had you, so she was all gun-ho for whatever you wanted as long as she got her "alone" time with you. Point is, you been planning for this day a lot. Like- for two weeks straight- a lot. Honestly, planning has never been this hard for you. Which is funny, because planning a wedding and the fattest after-party is no joke. For other people, what you were doing is arguably too much. But there is no such thing when it comes to your lil' mamma [i'm srry].

To break it down, you were going to spoil her like she spoils you. And thanks to her Ovulation days starting right in the first two days before the anniversary- you weren't going to have an issue fucking her stupid and taking charge for the night. That was your ultimate goal out of everything- but nobody knew that but you. [lies- Sevika knows. we'll get back to that.]

1st: You would start with Breakfast in bed and kisses. Give a massage if she likes. Really just seduce her, and mayybe give her a baby edible so she's near putty because otherwise, she'd spoil it for herself. After she got her mandatory cuddle session, you'd tell her you have to give your mom something. You'd send her off to hang with the kids a bit before stealing her- promising you wouldn't pass 5 o'clock because duh.

2nd: Literally everything else.

Thankfully, the two weeks was just you trying to see what Sevika wanted as a meal and not you picking out a theme to decorate with. Decoration was easy: Dim lighting via the fancy light switches you had Sevika install years ago, fake rose petals, real roses for the vases, regular candles for the dinning table, and a few vanilla scented candles for the bedroom. [your like for vanilla rubbed off on her. you didn't want kill more roses. you love roses, you like flowers in ur in vases and said vases are empty. you will be too busy fucking, you aren't burning the house down with candles]

Sevika- like the little shit she is- tried her damnedest to distract you from your spoiling mission, because of course she is. She acted all seductive and fucked you anywhere-anytime so you'd forget about whatever you had planned. The only way you got your answer was letting her fuck you until she collapsed. She could barley think straight, and while you weren't any better, you mumbled the ask just for her to say the dish you both have been eyeing for a while. You figured she'd want that, but you still wanted to make sure.

Secretly- at least that's what you thought, we'll get 2 that too- You shopped all the ingredients for it two days before. [You hid it in the Last Drop's fridge for a day before taking it back home. Vander, Silco, and Ran were Angels- Helping you by getting the kids to not mention the weird selection of groceries and keeping Sevika from opening it herself]

You also planned to get the homemade chocolate from her grandma's, Amelia: Yours and Sevika's favorite sweets of all time.

The last thing was dress up, which again, also wasn't hard. Sevika always dressed nice because she knows how much the little things mean to you. It was you who was freaking out on what to wear. You took to your mom, asking to get dressed at her house because you were worried Sevika would find the clothes. You wouldn't be wearing them long, but this was a semi-surprise so you were doing the grand reveal bit. You were torn between a dress like usual, or spicing things up and surprising your wife by matching her style a bit and wearing a suit. Ultimately- your mom silenced your worries by saying that Sevika would love to see you with a tailored suit on. She got you one as her anniversary gift. You just about cried.

3rd: Execute said planned and get fucked. That's it. Your not sure way you wrote that in the list- that's something that's literally impossible to not do with Sevika as your wife... But who cares?

During the planning, you were buttering Sevika up. From high-end Whiskey and Scotch, to flowers and chocolate, you were laying it on thick. You know it takes Sevika a minute to warm up to pampering- even if the minute was just her trying to distract you- so you happily continued and waited until she gave you nothing but a whine when you dissolved her into putty.

On the night before though- you had a mini-break down.

You did a facetime call with Amelia and your mom, out on your balcony trying to stop tearing up and keep your voice down as you voiced how nervous you were. Would the food come out good? Would it even come out at all? Would you burn it- or maybe do something else to mess it up? Could you even decorate and get dressed in time? Did you have to do hair, make up, and clothes before hand to cut down time? What if you sweat it all of or smell like steak! What if-!

They silence you quickly. They're helping you with the little things, so why not a bit more? They don't have nothing important for that day besides sending little gifts with you. So, you all agree to take a job. The food is meant to be cooked closer to when Sevika expected to be home, but if you got nervous, you could cook and Amelia would bud if you needed her and put everything in the oven to keep them fresh until they had to leave. Your mom would help decorate if necessary, and your hair will be the first thing done and pinned up in pin-curls so it would beautiful after you get dressed. Easy peasy- and if not- they'll make it happen for their favorite girl.

That helped more than you could ever say, and you slept real nice that night thanking the powers that the sleep aids you gave Sevika kept her sleepy so she wouldn't spoil anything. Little did you know, they weren't working for you.

Sevika had both them, Vander, Silco, and Ran recruited to keep you thinking you were being slick. She tricked you and picked the dish you wanted almost since the month started because she wanted you to enjoy the meal too- plus, that steak looked freaking amazing in the cookbook picture. The whole resistance to your pampering was Sevika being her beautiful self. She allows tons of things, but that type of love is hard for her to receive. So on top of watching you, she pampered you her own way by loving on you a lot more and giving you cash to spend. You kept saying you don't need it, but that shy smile and the blush blooming all over you was more than enough to keep it coming.

The smug sex-distraction part was improvised at first, because there was no way she could keep her hands off you for more than two seconds. But after it became clear it was working- Who is she to not take advantage?

So, as you planned- she planned.

She'd let you take it away, whatever decore you wanted, and anything else. She felt a bit bad for going behind your back after you spent time trying to make things perfect, so she transferred money into you account everyday and kept saying it was her "early anniversary gift". She didn't hear the conversation, but they called and told her the morning of that you were very excited, aka their way of saying her poor baby is stressed out. She was ready to tell everyone to spill the beans- but after all you've done, she really wanted to treat you.

And treat you she did.

Come the morning of, she lets do your thing, it was hard not too.

But after you do your whole spiel and send her off- both plans go into motion.

She did her everything shower, oiled up, and scented herself to the gods with that smokey, musky, amber/vanilla date-night scent you adore on her. After, she went to The Last Drop. Ran did Sevika's hair, nails [prosthetic too], and makeup, shit-talking and drinking with their best friend to calm her nerves. They even helped attach the new "skin" Sevika made for her arm, The smooth arm-like copper remined them of the one she made for her wedding day, just a bit less ornate. This is the most she's done since her wedding day, and a part of her felt completely ridiculous because she's long since forgotten how getting extra dressy felt. She doesn't understand what's become of her right now, but she feels to giddy to crush her sparking confidence- these red little almond nails looked too good.

She looked too good. If she says so herself.

Silco kept the kids upstairs with cartoon and an excessive amount of Amelia's chocolates- so it was up to Vander and Ran to keep that fire going and have their friend strut her shit for her special day. The eggs are taking over though, because while they give her a pep-talk that woman is thinking of all the positions to get that baby [lil' shit] that you've both wanted desperately [as of two months now].

A once over and Ran sends her off, telling another crappy joke and telling her not to forget to fluff her hair after she takes the rollers out. Sevika had two cups a liquid audacity that was more than enough to have her strutting the streets with her silk scarf covered head and her painted face. Everyone is looking at her in awe- only looking away when they realize that they're not worthy. If you were here with her, you'd stare at whoever even dared to look at her extremely wrong. She laughs to herself at that, causing some to flinch and scurry back to their little corner.

Because she timed it [and cus Amelia told her so], she went home to cook her gal a meal with an extra dessert planned...

She's shocked when the food comes banger and smells absolutely devine. You would love this, you'd be so proud- that's what she muses with, and her cunt certainly agrees if that clench was anything to go by. When she finishes frosting the cake, your mom calls her, letting her know that your dress and on your way. She laugh too herself for a good 2 mins, the idea of you dress up and fighting the steak hilarious to her. Thanking her for the heads-up, Sevika ends the call -covers the cake- and puts on the lace number, her thigh-highs and garter, and the dress.

Yes. A dress.

And fuck did she look smoking.

She did a once-over and applied more lipstick and perfume, before speeding back to the kitchen to grab the fancy bucket Silco gifted her on her wedding day. The champagne and towel looked professional, and she's three steps away from the table to finish setting it-

Then the door jingles.

She's about cumbusts right there on the damn spot [get it? I'm srry again]. Almost tossing the thing on the table and throwing herself to you- but she rehearsed this- she knows what to do.

Fucking focus Sevika Lanes!

You open the door and drop both the keys and chocolate on the little table by the door. She sauntered over so fucking proud, a nervous flash making your diamond nibble her lips before letting go. A sultry tone nearly silence by your horniess.

"Welcome home doll."

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Your eyes are everywhere. Where can you pick when everything's fucking delicious?

A black get up, there's no color besides a blood red on her lips. A fifties old money heart-throb is what your diamond is. Her hair falling just like that pretty hairstyle you see in the stereotypes, the one with a side part and covering her eye? Yeah. And the short hair was making things extra tempting. You smell her from here, you catch the teardrop pearl earrings and matching necklace you bought her decorating her skin. But that dress. The thing itself is velvet, a deep sweetheart with semi-thin halter strap making those pretty tits even more plush. You make her do a little spin, and it's low cut-out back too, the most sinful thing. The bottom of the dress is a problem. There's a slit, ending right atop her hip, the floor-length skirt making those legs damn delectable in your eyes. Fuck- is she using a garter belt to hold the tights? Oh shit, an actual- fuck- a garter touching your shit. Oh- heels.

You don't know you moved impossibly closer to her until Sevika nervously asks: "Uh- D-doll? Are y-you ok?"

Oh you just about take her on the damn door, but your nose catches something real nice behind her. Fuck- answer her!

"Oh. O-oh honey. Oh yes."

Your voice isn't above a whisper, your too in love to properly voice all the emotions you feel right now. All of them putting joy to shame. You hear her deflate almost, leaning into your open arms with a sigh, sucking in your scent when she realized you wore your signature: A soft floral scent, a bit of fruity coming through the hints of amber. It sound weird to say out loud to anyone- but it's so unequivocally you.

"Oh gods, good. I thought you'd be mad at me after all the work you went through to make things perfect..."

Her voice is shaky, not with tears thankfully, but with relief. She just keeps huffing you, just like she does when she needs to ground herself . You on the other hand? You are doing nothing wholesome, nor are you thinking it. You are acting very un-lady like, groping her ass and sniffing that scent that has you complete drugged. There's no way you could go through with this, not when her boobs touch your face. Not when she smell like this. Not when her hormones beg for your love. Not when-

"Doll- I want you to see something. Keep it in you pants a little longer? For me- MÍ Amor?"

This is when it clicks that's it taking everything in her to shimmy out of your grip. When you register that the thing your smelling is food and not only her arousal- You quickly nod your head and briskly let go like she burned you. It's that or your taking that slutty dress off. Mrs. Rabbit who?

She backs up, fixes herself and re-adjusts her hair, and takes you by the hand.

Oh gods: how beautiful she set this table. It looked fantastic.

You hoped you expressed as much as your mouth hung open in disbelief, then Sevika had the gall to hold her hands together Infront of her, nervous. How could she be nervous? Still, she nibbled on her lip waiting for you to say something.

And how she'd take anything to silence the ache in her chest. Gods, you looked entirely to good in that suit for her to continue with this dinner. Why do you always want to do these nice things? She needs to get railed ri-

"Diamond... This is beautiful. You did all of this?"

She give a little nod, her proud feeling making her all giddy and having her stand taller like she needed to correct her posture. You had a ridiculous smile probably, but you were so fucking amazed and proud of her, you didn't dare school your joy.

"Thihis is amazing love! Look at you being a lil' chef! You telling me you could do this all along?!"

She snorts a laugh, fully relieved that your happy and not disappointed that she ruined your surprised- but with relief comes something darker that's clouding 90% of her vison. You both know it.

Dinner's here- you're just missing the show. To redeem yourself you pull out her chair and have her sit down, pushing her in before running to your seat. Once your settled, you pour the champagne and give her the flute: Then she says, "Bueno Amor, open it. I hope you like it, I think I might have put bit to much pepper..."

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Anddd skiping to a blip of smut, I can't think rn- to much flustered. But know this- she brutal on the other side of the table and teasing you to no end. Horny she is- but she's making sure it ur problem. P.S- Sevika is bra-less, and ur telling me "girl- duh" but you don't get it. there's no pasties either, just pretty tities with nipples poking right through.

===SMUT====

Sevika doesn't know when you ever fucked her this hard. You're practically growling, and animalistic need taking you as you rail her harder each time like your thick 9 inches isn't stretching her to the brink of insanity. Oh- and how incredible that would be. Sevika can't fight it, she lost her ordering rights when she pushed you too far at the table. Even if you let her have a few seconds of control at the beginning. She's left trying to crawl away just for you to pull her back telling the nastiest thing in her ear.

"You think y' so fukin' funny huh? Wearing that skimpy thing, being a good lil' -hah- M-my good housewife 'nd not have may baby? But y' want that no? y'a want a lil' cake in there. Ya?"

And all she could do is sob through a moan, a babble trying to cuss you out as she begs you for more.

She gets that baby that night, but you make sure the next morning.

@archangeldyke-all- Hope you like?😭can't write rn- but hopfully you can do the dinner and the smut better?

Hopfully y'all enjoy too!!

kisssessssss

#sevika x reader #arcane sevika #sevika arcane #sevika

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catierambles · 7 months

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Blood Moon Ch.14

Pairing: Syverson x Annalisa Caulfield (OFC)

Annalisa limited herself to one burger, claiming that she was full. His mother did end up “convincing” her to try some desert, though, a homemade peach cobbler with a scoop of vanilla ice cream on top, of which she ate an entire bowl.

Sy walked into the kitchen, his mom at the sink getting the dishes squared away and into the dishwasher.

“Ya need help?” He asked and she looked over her shoulder at him.

“I'm fine, sweety, almost done anyway.” She said but he joined her at the sink anyway, taking the plates from her hands and loading them into the dishwasher trays. “I like her.”

“Annie?”

“I like her.” Denise said, “She's good with the dogs, great with the kids, and...she makes you happy, I can see that clear as day. After what that woman put you through...you deserve to be happy.”

“Thanks, ma.” Sy said, “And yeah, she does. Hey, ma, ask you somethin'?”

“What, sweety?”

“You still got grandma's engagement ring? I know Pete, Brian, and Jake went with their own when they proposed, but I didn't know...”

“Bit soon, ain't it?” She asked, “You only been together for what? Less than three months?”

“You and dad were together for only six when he popped the question.”

“I know, but it was a different time and we were sure.”

“And I'm sure about her.”

“Are you?” She asked, looking at him. “Kyle, Tiffany rung you out, hurt you bad. I just don't want you to get hurt again.”

“What happened to Annie makes me happy?”

“Just because you're happy now, don't mean you'll be happy a year from now. I just don't want you to rush into anythin' and regret it later.”

“I'm not. I love her, ma.”

“Kyle...” She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “You can't possibly, not this soon. Your relationship with her is still new, still fresh, you ain't thinkin' clearly. What if she don't love you back?”

“She does.”

“She tell you that?”

“Yeah.” Sy said and his father walked into the kitchen, heading for the fridge.

“Everythin' all right?” He asked, pulling a bottle from it.

“Kyle's thinkin' about proposin' to Annalisa.” Denise said, “Asked me for mamas’ ring.”

“Bit soon, ain't it?” Jack asked, “You ain't been together that long.”

“Oh for fucks—”

“Language.” Denise said and he sighed. All three looked over as Mike came running into the kitchen.

“What, Mikey?” Sy asked.

“Something's wrong with Annie.” He said, “She was fine and then she got pale and green and asked where the bathroom is. I think she's throwing up.”

“Is that why you wanna ask her to marry you?” Denise asked, “Because she's pregnant?”

“She ain't pregnant, ma. She can't have kids.” Sy said.

“She tell you that, too? How do you know she ain't tryin' to baby trap you?”

“Yeah, because a woman who I'm pretty sure has more money than god is definitely gonna baby trap an Army vet with credit card debt and drives a ten year old truck. That's somethin' that happens.” Sy said and left the kitchen, moving around Mike.

“Downstairs bathroom!” He called after him and Sy headed for it. The door was locked when he tried to open it so he knocked gently, gently moving Aika aside who was scratching at the door and whining.

“Annie, it's Sy.” He said and winced when he heard the retching and gagging sounds. “Baby, you okay?”

“I'm—” It was cut off by coughing, “I'm fine!”

“No, you ain't. Open up or I'll force the lock.” It clicked back and he eased the door open, seeing her sitting against the tub with her eyes closed. She was pale, gaunt, dark circles like bruises under her eyes and sweat shining on her skin. “The food?” She nodded and he walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him and keeping Aika out. “This what happens?” Another nod.

“Thought—” She shuddered with a small sound, “Thought we'd be gone before it hit me.”

“Food poisonin'?”

“Close enough.” She said, “It's like if you tried my diet. It'd make you sick as your body rejected it.” Another shudder and she twisted, coughing violently into the toilet bowl before reaching up to flush it, sitting back against the tub. He went over to her, kneeling next to her and brushing her hair out of her face. Her skin was clammy and cool and she leaned against him, breathing through the rolling nausea. “I think—I think it's over.”

“You need anythin'? Water?”

“Water will kick it off again.” She said, shaking her head. “I need—fuck.”

“What?”

“I need blood. I basically have internal injuries and need to heal them. I need blood.”

“Where you wanna take it?”

“Sy—”

“Annie, you look like the walkin' dead and will worry everyone if you go out there like this. Be more questions than I think you wanna deal with right now. Where do you wanna take it from?”

“I love you.” She breathed.

“I love you, too.”

“Wrist. You have an artery in the wrist that's close to the surface.” She said and moved slowly at his urging so he could sit behind her, positioning himself so she was sitting between his legs against his chest. Her hands were cold and trembled slightly as she took his wrist, bringing it to her lips. “It's going to hurt. I'm sorry.”

“Don't be sorry, just take what I'm givin' you.” He hissed as her fangs broke though the skin and she was right, it hurt. There was none of the warmth from all the times she had fed from him previously, pain radiating up his arm, growing with every beat of his heart. “Fuck.” Her skin grew warm and soft against his, her lips full and plush against his wrist.

“Hey, is she—” They looked up as Mike came into the bathroom without knocking, his eyes going wide at the sight of Annalisa's blood stained elongated fangs, her lips crimson as she pulled away from Sy's wrist. “Holy shit.”

#henry cavill #captain syverson #blood moon

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springlock-suits · 1 year

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Some fun little tidbits that didn't really fit with the longer lore rambles about my version, but felt too short to get their own posts

William Afton: ADORES the circus and clowns. Absolutely collects those clown porcelain dolls you always see at thrift stores. If he never met Henry he probably would've just been a professional clown or something

I don't mean this in a rude way at all and I will not be accepting clownslander at this time

Phone Dude: there are SO many I could give to him but Furby Customizer speaks the most to me right now

Henry Emily: ignoring his love for animatronics, he also really liked arcades! Arcade cabinets and games of all of sorts. I do not know his opinions on pinball however

Also liked murder mystery games n movies. But ah. I think he might have stopped liking those

He would enjoy camping I think. I can imagine him being good at survival in the woods and such, but hm can he fish?

Michael Afton: Would love animal jam. And of course loves those TV drama shows. Actually just for that I'm gonna give him a hc based on my great grandma who loved tv operas, he collects fancy dishes and likes apple themed things. Would have a tiny dog if he trusted himself to take care of it properly, Helpy is a good tiny dog substitute

Mrs Afton: Very much enjoyed dancing and ballerinas. When William was buying clown dolls he would also be on the lookout for ballerina dolls or figures to give her. She definitely owned like at least one ballerina music box

Fun fact! In my lore Springtrap named himself that, and wasn't given an "official" name by Fazbear Fright's staff. However Peter (phone dude) liked to call him Wallace

I'm thinking that Evan witnessing William's springlock failure definitely played a part in his fear of animatronics. Because I've already put that before the bite in my lore's timelime

I know it wasn't really meant to be seen as this but-

I take the fnaf 2 phone calls (first night specifically) as implying the 87 location is the first to have walking/freeroam animatronics, at the very least the first to let them leave stage while open

Foxy go go go is generally seen as before that, being in '85 location most likely. So it's fun to imagine that the foxy running is just a guy in a suit who's about to have a terrible day

It's not strictly important when or why. but Elizabeth and Mrs. Afton died at the same time in my au, and it was at least before the baby animatronic could even be considered

This is because I removed Sister Location from my lore. And I'm not sure what to do with Elizabeth now. If anyone helps me come up with a good idea, though, I'd definitely consider bringing her back! I miss her </3

She'll still have to die around the time she did in canon though, so yknow

Evan and Elizabeth collected My Little Pony together, and later would've collected Ips too

"Tell us about Vanessa!"

Right off the bat I can tell you my Vanny and Vanessa are the same person! No weird secret double confusion like what sb did, they're the same!

While I'm still not sure if Security Breach exists in my au, Vanessa is definitely staying anyway! I'm determined to squeeze her in somehow, she's so much fun to work with ^v^

(I wonder if I can work Glamrock Springbonnie into my version's Security Breach somehow. I'm definitely gonna try >:)

The hardest part about adding vanny (and security breach as a whole) is that my version of William isn't nearly as determined to kill kids as canon, I think the first dip in old man consequences' lake wouldve stopped him. BUT! He STILL hates fazbear ent, so now I'm imagining that instead of possessing Vanny to kill kids, his ghost(?) just tries to convince her to try and close the place down. Causing mechanical failures and breakdowns and such. I think that'd be fun ^v^!!

Less of murder and more of shenanigans

Also also, bonus fact. William is definitely bothering Vanessa specifically because she looks like Elizabeth. Vanny and Jeremy are both characters he sorta mentally adopts because they remind him of his dead children

#darlingsfnafau: lore rambles #darlingsfnafau #i dont. want to tag all this #reluctant follower #William afton #henry emily #phone dude #Michael afton #mrs. afton #crying child #elizabeth afton #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #purple guy

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borathae · 4 months

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Chapter 8

You had the silliest stories for every kind of bird and its melodies. I WOULD LOVE TO TALK WITH HER

oh yeah waking up to chickens sounds is really great and nostalgic, my grandma and aunt has soo many chickens and roosters, its always buq buc qkoo (im sorry lol u get what i mean)

again she is really disoriented about her location again whats going on in the mansion

she shouldn't leave the wing??? hmm thats sus, will jimin or joon do something??? like last time???

he is a time traveller. YES SIS IS CONNECTING THEM DOTS YEEHAW

“No, don’t be stupid”, you say, giving your own cheek a little slap. theory time, you hit yourself for stuff like these when your self-esteem is really low ALSO NO U AINT STUPID

see he is sus very sus How very nice of him, you really weren’t in the mood for such conversation. ok i take that back u are (not) stupid

You have an entire library all to yourself. YEEHAW LETS GO BABY A majority of his books seemed to carry the weight of many years with them. I wonder why, 👀 THE SMELL OF BOOKS AAA YUM

A photographer named Vante. oh ho ho HOO very mysterious indeed It is a pity really, you would have loved to know the face to those pictures who's gonna tell her

reading and learning with kissing will definitely escalate to something else haha

this house is very distracting and not at all helping with her concentration. whats going on yall, where the hell is tae

They are most definitely busy with something else, maybe riding their horses or doing whatever one does in such a big estate. haha

oh no, now she is hungry and has to go downstairs shit im so nervous and worried

blood red curtains?? 👀 also im loving this creepy mansion yay she found the kitchen THANK GOD THERE IS NO ONE THERE

did she find the garbage bin

no dishes, dusty kettle, empty cupboard, no sauces and SWITCHED OFF FRIDGE???? thats very weird, dont they eat or what 👀im running out bye, whats a taehyung????

AH WHO IS IT PLEASE NOT JIMIN FUCK ITS JIMIN

oooh we have been scented i see

taetae uwuw who said i wanted to leave haha

OK I TAKE THAT BACK I WANNA LEAVE WHAT IS HE DOING ofc his usual shenanigans

Taehyung is the time traveller and Jimin is the witcher, equipped with powers of seduction. PERIOD BOO AND YES SHE ASKED ABOUT HIS ACTIONS

HWAT IS HE DOING LEAVE ME ALONE 🤺 BACK AWAY🤺 BACK THE FUCK AWAY I SAID 🤺

would you mind handing me that knife over there?” NO HE IS GOING TO IDK KILL U le gasp he sucked our blood

TAEHYUNG OMG THANKS, little human??? 👀👀 back to the room i guess WITH NO BREAKFAST * side eyes jimin

ok so the besties fought each other physically, great WOW CHILL she got hungry unlike some of yall 👀

STOP MANIPULATING ME GOD DAMN IT AAAH ok the questions are coming yes goo go go YES HE ADMITTED IT

idk if i want her to go home or ask more questions GO HOME AND SLEEP AND DONT GIVE 2 FLYING FUCKS but that wont write the plot so stay

anyways this chapter was short, but felt lengthy from all the emotional roller coaster haha it was fun and i loved the library a lot

bye im gonna sleep, hope u have a great day/night with pillow cold on both sides

You had the silliest stories for every kind of bird and its melodies. I WOULD LOVE TO TALK WITH HER

I LOVE HER SO MUCH

oh yeah waking up to chickens sounds is really great and nostalgic, my grandma and aunt has soo many chickens and roosters, its always buq buc qkoo (im sorry lol u get what i mean)

I know what you mean heheh my grandma and her neighbour both have chickens (actually I'm lying, every second household where I live has chickens hfasdhfh they always run around the roads as if they're invincible)

I also love seeing the confusion rise more and more 👀

“No, don’t be stupid”, you say, giving your own cheek a little slap. theory time, you hit yourself for stuff like these when your self-esteem is really low ALSO NO U AINT STUPID

100% YES I can see her using self-punishment because of trauma tbfh

reading and learning with kissing will definitely escalate to something else haha

lmaoaooa for real JFJADJSFJ lowkey goals tbfh

this house is very distracting and not at all helping with her concentration. whats going on yall, where the hell is tae

the danger is rising tbfh

AH WHO IS IT PLEASE NOT JIMIN FUCK ITS JIMIN

HAHAH the fear of him tbfh so valid

oooh we have been scented i see

lowkey so hot JFJADSJF

HWAT IS HE DOING LEAVE ME ALONE 🤺 BACK AWAY🤺 BACK THE FUCK AWAY I SAID 🤺

me fr

ok so the besties fought each other physically, great WOW CHILL she got hungry unlike some of yall 👀

no but they really punched each other over her I NEED angry Tae tbfh

anyways this chapter was short, but felt lengthy from all the emotional roller coaster haha it was fun and i loved the library a lot

gaah I'm happy you loved the lil journey heheh <3

bye im gonna sleep, hope u have a great day/night with pillow cold on both sides

I hope your pillow is cold too my love <3

#asks: sanguis alpha #asks #minusback #tw: long post

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bts-hyperfixation · 1 year

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In honour of everybody seemingly being sick, here is another bangtan takes care of sick people but this time dad edition!

Namjoon - panic dad activated! Again he is ringing Grandma for the soup. I am convinced this man's mum has the best soup recipe and I'm not really sure as to why. There's a chance he just flies Grandma straight out So she can be there for the kids as well. He always makes time to read their favourite stories and tries to make them as comfortable as possible constantly switching out cool towels. He will have them curled up in his lap on the sofa so he can keep track of their temperature as they make their way through the book. When the child passes out he puts the book down and scrolls through his phone so he doesn't have to move too much. And they are conscious again. He will get a drink and a snack and continue reading.

Seokjin - cleaned the entire house, get rid of any pathogen that could possibly be lingering on any surface to stop them from prolonging the illness. His partner does point out that it's a bit late at this point since they're already sick, but he is having none of it and continues to clean. He makes stew and bread and comfort meals and cookies for when they feel better. He checks in regularly with kisses and cuddles and a new teddy bear that his partner told him not to get

Yoongi - also an avid cleaner, but sticks to the child's containment room. Make sure the bedding is always fresh. Helps his baby to go and have a bath regularly to keep the temperature down and to keep them from getting old stuffed up. Big believer in feeling a humidifier with like eucalyptus to freshen the air and help with the stuffed noses. Feels a little bit helpless when his child can't sleep because they're coughing too much and will try to sit up with them so they don't suffer alone.

Hoseok - a very practical man. Hope gets them set up in bed with a lot of blankets. Their favourite teddy bears propped up so the nose is drained properly. He then checks in every couple of hours with a soft snack and maybe a new book or a toy or something that they can use from the comfort of their own beds that will keep them from getting bored while they're stuck at home.

Jimin - feels a little bit helpless when he can't stop the coughing or the sneezing and he just has to sit there and hope that they get better. It's very difficult to persuade him to leave his child's room when they're sick, even when it's just the sniffles. He's a little bit overbearing. It's very much appreciated, especially when the babies are little but as they get to their teen years they just think their dad's being really f****** annoying cos they just want to sleep and he is sitting next to them going. Do you feel better yet? Do you feel better yet? Do you feel better yet? Will often be sent on little errands that really could have been done by a delivery driver but anything to just get him out of the house for 5 minutes before he drives everybody crazy

Taehyung - taehyung is a bit of a buger when his kids get sick. Because he will insist on cuddling them all day. Which means he refuses to do literally anything else. There will be tissues all over the floor. The dishes will be piling up, delivery containers everywhere and when he is asked to clean up by his partner they are just given the Tata mic face and somehow they end up In bed cuddling with the child and Tae. He does then hire a professional service to come in and clean once everybody is feeling better, but he is a pain to get him to do anything when his child is sick.

Jungkook - is more than a little bit confused when he receives the phone call from the school. Not because he's an absent dad or anything, just because he's the second name on the roster and it's very unusual for his partner to not pick up on the first ring when it's the school that calls. Either way he is at that school in a heartbeat ready to pick up his kid. He phones his partner on the way to school to make sure everything's ok though first. Upon arrival at school he heads straight to the nurses office. If his kid is under 12 he picks them up and cradles them all the way to the car. If they are over 12 He still tries to pick them up but is met with more resistance and settles with helping them to lean on him instead. He takes them home, gets them all set up in bed with the remote control, the AC remote, cold flannel and some crackers for when they're feeling well enough to eat. He fetches a large supply of blankets and then makes himself comfortable on the other side of the bed and watches whatever movie they want to watch until his partner comes home. His partner finds him asleep on the bed cuddled up with their child and decides not to wake either of them.

#jin fic #namjoon fic #yoongi fic #hoseok fic #jimin fic #taehyung fic #jungkook fic #bts fic #kpop fic

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accidentallyadramablog · 1 year

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I'm finally up to episode 27 of Lost You Forever and it's about to lose me to this tired Fangfeng Yi Ying arc.

What am I missing? She doesn't find Tushan Jing attractive. She is admittedly repulsed by his scars. They never met before he went missing. She is in love with his older half brother. Her excuse is that she helped grandma do the household accounting for years. Um, great? Marry the older brother and you can still do that? No one is going to stop you from fulfilling wifely duties for the other brother and you deserve eachother anyway. Why does the brother have to kill him to lead the family and get Yiying? Tushan Jing doesn't want either of those things. He wants to be a househusband and gather herbs and do the dishes and carry Xiao Yao on his back.

Was the Fangfeng Yiying arc solely there to delay Xiaoyao and Tushan Jing? Was it so that we had an excuse to put Xiang Liu in Xiao Yao's path more often?

I have to be honest here. It's been a struggle for me to like this ever since they left Qingshiui town. I was signed up to watch Xiao Liu teach Sang Tian Er medicine. Give Xiao Yao female friendships pls and ty. I want to see her taking care of multiple generations of her adopted mortals. I want to see chubby happy little mortal babies decended from Ma Zi and Chuan Zi running around Xiao Yao's pharmacy by the riverside while Ye Shiqi combs her hair and feeds her flowers.

#lost you forever spoilers #spoilers #critical #cdrama critical #drama critical

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 2 years

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Dick and teacher reader just talking?

Dick listened to you telling your mother to text you when she got home and exhaled slowly, starting to clear the table.

"Did anyone want coffee?" you ask, walking around the corner. You're still trying. Still anxious even though they've left. Convinced that you're horrible and everything had been disgusting. And the trembling smile you give them makes Dick's chest hurt.

"No," Bruce said, standing to help Dick, "Dinner was lovely but I'm afraid I've got work to do in the morning- If I have a cup of coffee now I'll never get to sleep."

"The tofu on my salad was very good," Damian added. "And your cobbler was good. Not too sweet."

"Thank you, Dami," you hum, ruffling his hair and going to set a pan to soak. Retreating into the kitchen just to breathe. You'd hardly eaten at dinner and you're not hungry but you know you SHOULD eat.

When Damian goes to follow you, Bruce distracts him with going to find their coats, audibly prompting him that it's getting to be his bedtime when Dick glances at him.

Telling them goodbye feels like a blur. Your anxiety is so loud that you can only operate on autopilot. Relying on social niceties and Dick to keep everything running smoothly. You just have to keep smiling. It's only going to feel like you're dying for another 20 minutes or so.

When the door closes and you retreat again, Dick goes to your bedroom and grabs the extra blanket off the foot of your bed, laying it on the couch and turning the livingroom lights down. Giving you a minute to decompress before coming to help you.

"Well," Dick said, picking up a towel to dry, "Dinner was nice- Damian even liked what you made him."

You make a soft noise and pass him a plate.

"And Bruce thinks you're very charming," he added, "Your parents are assholes but-"

"I warned you," you murmur.

"You told me they were blunt and a little rough around the edges- you didn't tell me they were outright cruel to you," Dick said softly.

"It's not- it's not always like that."

Dick watches you out of the corner of his eye and bites his tongue. You have to say that. Or you feel like you do. "It must have been hard," Dick said softly, "when your mom got remarried."

You half shrug, turning your head to kiss his shoulder, "I mostly just traded one hard for another. And at least mom was happy. She always wanted more kids."

Dick nodded, "Still. It's not easy watching your parent, parent someone else... I remember being fucking furious when Bruce adopted Jason. It was like Jay had a completely different Bruce looking after him. It took a while for e to realize Bruce didn't know what he was doing with me."

"Mom never really- I mean when I was real little it was mostly her mom and dad taking care of me. Mom had to work a lot so we were close... That helped, with Lizzie and Scott. Grandma and Grandpa would come take me home for a while in the summer. And Lizzie and Scott never went so I got a break."

"Is that when they dragged you to all the living history fair things?" he asked, smiling a little.

"Yeah. I used to help Grandma make jewelry while grandpa made knives and sold them."

"Are there pictures?" Dick asked, beaming.

"Of course," you snort, unembarrassed. "Grandma likes making dresses- and I still go help them for a few weeks in the summer. The big festivals are a lot of work and Grandpa can't drive like he used to."

Dick puts the dish he's holding in the dishwasher and nods, smiling a little, "I'd like to meet them," he said. He wants to know SOMEONE loved you for who you were. And he'd love to hear stories about baby you. Stories that aren't undercut by pointing out how much better than you someone else is.

Bruce may have fucked up a lot. But he would have NEVER compared them to each other like that.

"Grandma made me promise to drag you out there to see them," you answer. "She's seen the pictures on insta- she thinks you're very handsome."

"And your Grandpa-"

"Has his shovel talk locked and loaded," you snort.

"I'll have to be on my best behavior," he rumbled, kissing your head before he put the last dish in the dish washer and started it. "Are you hungry?" he asked, "Or do you just want to cuddle?"

"A cuddle sounds nice," you murmur, letting him hold you.

"Cuddles it is," he said, squeezing you tighter.

#Dick Grayson #dick grayson x reader #teacher!reader #ask answered #minors dni

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iguana-eyanna · 3 years

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When Three Became Four

Pairing: Dad!Chris Evans x Mom!Pregnant! Reader

Summary: What better way to start the day than with your family over breakfast?

You woke up groggily, resisting your eyes to close again as you tried to get out of bed. With your big tummy in the way, you just result in laying on your side, still feeling uncomfortable from the lack of sleep last night.

'Why, oh why, did you have to carry an Evans baby?' you thought to yourself jokingly as you rubbed your nine-month belly.

And speaking of your husband, where is he?

You felt a bit alarmed as your husband wasn't laying right next to you. With all of your strength, you lift yourself out of the bed, putting on some fluffy slippers as the floor was too cold for your liking.

You slowly walk downstairs and hear a sweet melody of squealing. You smile to yourself and finally step into the kitchen, seeing your daughter eating her breakfast and your husband sitting on the floor with a phone in his ear.

"Silly daddy." Your daughter, Evelyn, snickered as she took a bite into her food.

"Silly daddy indeed," you said as you kiss the top of her head, walking curiously at your husband.

He finishes his conversation on the phone and looks up to you with his dazzling eyes.

"Morning," Chris says, sheepishly.

"Morning to you too. May I ask why you're on the floor eating while talking on the phone?" You ask as Chris laughs, getting off of the floor to tower over you.

"I was trying to contact my mom while I was fixing breakfast. The milk on the counter almost fell, so I knelt down and grabbed it in midair. Mom started to answer so I felt lazy and ate breakfast down here."

You stare at your husband in disbelief and your husband laughs more at your reaction, hugging you. He places a quick kiss on your lips and you both hear your daughter groan from her two silly parents.

You turn around and go to her, tickling her sides as she begins to giggle. You sit next to her as you help her clean up.

She was a carbon copy of her father and she had him twirled around her tiny finger. Chris sits down in front of the two of you, thinking what he had done to deserve such breathtaking girls and a baby on the way.

"What did you talk to your mom about?" you ask Chris as you clean your daughter's mouth with a napkin.

He looks down at his hands a bit guilty. "I asked her if she could pick up Evelyn later today."

You turn to Chris as you quirk up an eyebrow. Chris scooches his chair closer to you and places his hand on top of yours.

"I think you're in labor." he says. You look flabbergasted as you tell your daughter she was able to play in the living room.

"Look, I know I've been tossing and turning all night... but that doesn't mean I'm going to pop any time soon." You said, getting up from your seat to wash Evelyn's dish. Chris follows you and stands behind you.

"Babe, your due date is tomorrow and I'm not taking any chances. It looked like you were in pain last night." Chris says softly, wrapping his massive arms around you and your bump.

After you rinse the dish, you sink into your husband's embrace, melting away. "It's probably Braxton hicks. There's nothing to worry abo-"

You get cut off by a harsh kick in your stomach, feeling your skin hardened. It almost knocked the air out of you.

"Did you feel that?" you ask nervously, rubbing your taunt belly.

"Yeah." Chris said in a worried voice, holding you just a bit tighter.

You look up to him and smile in an anxious way.

"Guess baby #2 may want to meet us today." you whispered.

Chris returns the anxious smile and kisses your shoulder. "Guess they do."

You both leave the kitchen and see your daughter having fun with her toys. Chris picks her up from the ground and carries her to the couch where you're already sitting.

"Evelyn, sweety, grandma is going to pick you up. Mommy and daddy are going to the hospital today to deliver your sibling." You told your toddler.

Evelyn claps her hands in delight and squeals. "Yay!" she says, leaning over to give a sweet peck on the top of your baby bump.

You and Chris smile at your daughter. She has been one heck of a trooper and was excited to have a new member of the family.

"Get a bag ready for her before your mom comes, I want to spend time with her before she leaves." You tell Chris as he hands Evelyn to you, standing up to go to her room.

Within the hour, Chris' mom knocks on the door and you open it up to greet her.

"Hey, mom!" you said as she gives you a big hug. "Hi, Hon! How far are the contractions?" She says as she guides you to the couch.

"They're a few minutes apart, we may head to the hospital soon." You said, rubbing your belly.

As if on cue, Chris walks in with Evelyn in his arms. "Grammy!" Evelyn screams for joy as she tries to get out of Chris' arms. Chris shakes his head as he was no longer a priority, but walks up to his mom and hugs her tightly.

"Ready to be a grandma again?" He jokes as he also gives her Evelyn's things.

"I've been ready ever since you two told me you were expecting the second time." You chuckle lightly before another contraction hits you.

Evelyn runs up to you and hugs your neck. "I love you mommy." she says, sniffling a bit. You coo at her affection and stare at her.

"Hey, don't cry. By tomorrow, you're going to be a big sister. Have fun at grandma's sweetie." Your statement brightens her mood as she turns around to her grandma as they both say their farewells.

You take deep breaths as Chris sits down next to you, timing your contractions. Once they settle, you lean on your husband.

"I can't believe we're doing this again." You said, earning light laughter from Chris.

"I can't believe it either. It felt like yesterday I was running around the house like a headless chicken, freaking out your water broke."

You roll your eyes as you remember Chris panicking as all expecting fathers do.

"Drama King." You murmur as Chris faked gasped.

He gets off the couch and sits between your legs, staring at you in awe.

"I know I say this a lot, but thank you. You've made me the happiest man in the world. You've been giving me so much: you're love, your patience, your kindness, Evelyn, and this little one." He says, rubbing the sides of your stomach.

You give a tearful smile and lean closer to give an emotional kiss. After you pull apart, he gets up from the floor and helps you up to stand. He hugs you again and puts his chin on top of your head, taking in the peace and quiet.

You yelp as you suddenly feel an odd liquid pop underneath your clothes. You both look down and see that your water has clearly broken.

"Guess this is when three became four..." you said out loud, realizing that it's time.

Chris's eyes are bewildered but smiles like an idiot, kissing you in a fast manner before going around the house to get ready for the hospital.

You laugh to yourself, realizing that you married quite a man.

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iguessweallcrazyithinktho · 3 years

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𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 | 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭

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SUMMARY: 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 5 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴' 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘺. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘵𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘨𝘶𝘵𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘜𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴

GENRE: angst

WARNING: none

PAIRING: Chris Evans x ex reader

TROPE: enemies to _____

AUTHOR NOTE: last part, hope you guys loved this

Enjoy

You backed up from Chris. You nervously Laughed as you looked up at Chris. He looked embarrassed at your rejection to his kiss.

"let's not do that." You cleared your throat looking else where as you continued. "You know where I stand." You cleared your throat and picked up the empty takeout containers off the table.

Chris face turned bright red. He didn't know what he was thinking. "I'm sorry." He sighed, "I'm going to go now." You nodded. "Yeah i think that's a good idea." You looked at Chris as he swallowed thickly. The tension in the room was thick and all you wanted right now was your personal space.

After the awkward moment Chris left. You cleaned everything up and got ready for bed. The whole night you tossed and turned thinking about what had happened earlier. It wasn't until like 2 in the morning you had managed to fall asleep.

A few hours later you woke up and got your day ready. You decided that you weren't going to let anything ruin it, you were going to be happy and satisfied with the day.

You went to the kitchen and got yourself a cup of coffee. As it brewed, you made yourself a bowl of cereal. You took your finished coffee and cereal to the back patio and Decided to eat it there as the sun got higher into the sky.

The view from your apartment was spectacular. You had a great view of Boston in the distance and it looked amazing as the sun rose over the City.

you began eating your food and enjoying your coffee. It didn't take long for you to finish. You brought your empty dishes and placed them in the sink.

You took a short shower, brushed your teeth, and got dressed next. By the time you had finished you got a text from Chris saying he was at your front door. As much as you didn't want to see him you had too.

You walked through your apartment to the front door. You opened it to see Chris on the other side with your son in his arms. He was bundled up in his little puffy coat which you knew Lisa had put on him to keep him warm.

Instantly you took him from Chris' arms. "Hello my baby." You kissed his little cheek and cooed at him. Chris watched with a slight smile on his face.

After a minute or two you looked up at Chris who was standing there patiently. "Uh come in."

You moved out of the way letting Chris into your apartment. He walked in and made his way to the living room. "Well I guess I'll go hang up these pictures and put up the crib." Chris said. You hummed an ok, but didn't look at him Chris knew you were going to give him the cold shoulders after what he did yesterday, he wasn't surprised one bit by how you were acting towards him.

Chris took his things and went to the room. When he left you looked down at river. He was looking up at you blankly. "Did you have a good time with grandma?"

River cooed and smiled at your baby voice. It was the sweetest smile ever. You kept asking him questions, even though he couldn't respond he smiled. You couldn't help but laugh and smile at him.

After a while Chris had finished what he was doing he walked into the living room. He found you reading a book to River trying to get him to take a nap. When you heard his foot steps you turned to him. "Hey, uh did you finish anything?"

Chris nodded as he took a seat in the arm chair in the room. "Yeah, I finished the crib. It is ready to be used."

"good." You sighed. "I'm going to go put him down for a nap." You said as you stood up. "No,no let me." Chris said as he stood up. You mumbled an ok as he took River from your arms. He walked off and left you sitting in the living room.

A few minutes went by and Chris hadn't returned from putting River asleep. You got up and decided to check on them.

You walked down the short hallway to River's new room. You could hear Chris' voice on the other side of the door. You stopped and listened.

"you know I love your mom. She doesn't know it, but I do. I put her through some much and I understand why she hates me, but I Love her and have for a while."

Your heart raced in your chest. Chris liked you for a while and he didn't even tell you. Instead he put you through so much.

You cleared your throat and opened the bedroom door interrupting Chris' little conversation. "What is going on here?"

Chris cleared his throat. "Uh.. just getting him to sleep. Look! He's out."

You looked down at the now sleeping baby in Chris' arms. You watched as Chris placed River into his new crib.

When Chris had River situated, he walked to the door and exited the door. You closed the door and walked to the living room. Chris was seated on the couch when you entered.

"I heard all of that you know.. well at least the last part."

Chris turned and looked at you rather shocked. "You did?"

"yeah. I heard the part where you said you loved me so much and have for a while.. why didn't you just tell me instead of putting me through all of this. "all of this could've ended differently. Did you think hating me would make you somehow feel better about yourself? What is it?"

You looked over at Chris waiting for his answer.

"I did ok, I did. I thought hating you would hide my feelings for you. The truth is when you found out you were pregnant I figured out I loved you. You were willing to carry our kid despite are shitty relationship and.. I don't know, I just feel for you." Chris looked at you pouring his heart out to you. It was a lot to process especially since everything you have been through. It just didn't make sense.

"that's a lot to take in." You said as you got up. You walked over to the kitchen to grab some water. "Y/n."

Chris got up and followed you. He had walk over to the fridge and watched as you pulled out a water. His eyes on you intimated you. You looked up at him and shook your head.

"don't make me do this."

Chris looked at you. "Do what?"

You placed the water down and walked over to him. You grabbed his face and pulled Chris into a kiss. It caught Chris off guard, and it did for you as well. You were thinking with your heart and not your brain and it wasn't very good, but at this point you didn't care. You just didn't."

Chris grabbed your waist pulling you closer to him. You ran your fingers through his hair as he began to slip his tongue into your mouth.

"Chris." You instantly pulled away breathlessly. "Chris." Chris Hummed. "Yeah?"

"tell me you won't fuck this up. Promise me I won't regret this, I don't want to regret this." You pressed your forehead against his waiting for him to answer.

"I promise baby, you won't regret this."

Chris kissed your nose and pulled away. "Ok.. but I'm keeping the apartment. I still need my space."

Chris smirked. "Ok, I get it. Let's just start like a normal couple even though we have a baby."

You laughed as you grabbed your water. "Ok."

Chris smiled as he watched you. He got you even though he didn't deserve you. He wasn't going to miss this up, he couldn't and he wouldn't.

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So to finish the trope.. it's enemies to lovers

Damn... Maybe I'll do a little update off them in the future idk

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · 2 years

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pretty please write a fic about squirmy, modern day Dolores— coming home from work and edged by Mariano? (Or an early, experimental girlfriend before him?) thank you!

I ABSOLUTELY wanna do some more modern au stuff? Lets do it!

"I'm home!"

Dolores shut the door behind her as soon as she entered. She was expecting to hear the sound of Isa in the kitchen, but she heard...grunting instead. And music, slightly muffled by earbuds. Super hearing gives you a lot of information in just a second, honestly. Sure enough, she found him in her room, doing pull ups thanks to the pull up bar he put right on her doorframe. She took a minute to just check him out, because why not? Her apartment, her boyfriend, she could look at him if she wanted.

She was dating THE Mariano. Aka, upcoming film star, model, and as of recently, and upcoming author. He was as sweet as he was absolutely built. Muscles for arms, muscles on his back that flexed as he pulled, and his ass looked GREAT in those sweatpants she got him. She heard the music die down (he was listening to Dolly Parton, and honestly she couldn't fault him for it), and he finally let go of the bar, landing on his feet. He started to wear thick socks to cushion the sound of his heavy gait, and it was honestly very sweet. She waited till he took his earbuds out, and she clicked her tongue at him.

"Been doing this all day?"

"Hey! You're home! How was the studio?"

Ugh, the way he pushed away his sweaty hair back in order to get a good look at him. He was too pretty for his own good.

"Eh, not too bad. The editing should be done soon, so we won't miss the release date. I'm tired though, I didn't even take my lunch break."

He frowned, putting his hand on the small of her back, and she totally wasn't checking out his abs.

"Well I made you dinner! We can heat it up, and I can help you relax a bit."

"You...made dinner?"

"Uh huh! And I did the dishes, swept, mopped, and watered Isabela's plants!"

"Wow. Where is she anyway?"

Mariano guided her to the couch, tossing her the comfy set of pajamas that she told herself she would clean when she got back. Turns out he did laundry too. He spoke to her as he dived into her tiny ass kitchen.

"She said she had another hand modeling job to do, then she had a swimsuit photoshoot. I made her a portion too, don't worry."

"What'd you make?"

She looked at him as she took off her bra, letting herself relax as her more comfortable shirt and pants covered her. He held up the tray for her to see, clearly proud of it.

"Meatloaf! I made mashed potatoes and greenbeans to go with it too. Sorry I didn't make dessert, I just got lazy and bought ice cream. I got it from the place you like though!"

She put her hand over her heart, swooning over this sweet as hell man.

"That's very...sweet of you. I didn't know you could cook."

"I can really only make this. And sandwiches. My grandma taught me. People are always surprised-do I look like I can't cook?"

"Baby, you didn't know how to open the creamer for your coffee yesterday."

He gestured to the rack of creamers, as if it offended him.

"You have tiny creamers! It's a lot for my big hands! Only reason I haven't chucked it is because it's not worth my time."

"And because you'd feel bad."

"I absolutely would, actually."

He nodded in agreement as he set the food in the oven, and set the timer on her microwave. Meanwhile, she plopped on the couch, and turned on some netflix, scrolling through the endless bunches of new crap. It was his account though, so she was gonna use it.

"When is it gonna be done, anyway?"

"Maybe thirty minutes. Would've been quicker if I left it out, but I forgot. Oh, and I bought you some groceries too, it looked a bit empty."

"Isa had half a yogurt in there, she's gonna lose her mind."

She chuckled, scooting over and patting the couch so he'd sit next to her. He did just that, wrapping an arm around her comfortably.

"You know what I never understood?"

"Hmm?"

"What animal is the pink panther?"

"What?"

"The pink panther, what the hell is he? I know he's not a tiger. Is he a lion?"

She couldn't help but gawk at him. God he was serious. And he was hot.

"Mariano?"

"Hmm?"

"Kiss me please."

He looked surprised, as if it was out of nowhere, but of course he did as she said. He cupped her face in his hand, and kissed her. Again, and again, to the point where they somehow ended up with him on top of her laying form. He pulled away for a moment, looking down at her through panting lips that quickly formed into an embarrassed chuckle.

"Sorry I uh. Smudged your lipstick."

"Mmph...it's no problem. At all. This red looks good on you."

She held onto his face, lightly rubbing his bottom lip with her finger. He looked good in red, especially on his blushing cheeks.

"Are we...doing what I think we're doing?"

"Depends. Do you want to?"

"Very much so, yes."

"Then yes, we are. What do you want to-"

He didn’t let her finish as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, decorating it in kisses. The scruff from his facial hair tickled her neck just right, and his hand drifting down her stomach was just heavenly.

"Dolores, you've had such a long day. I can see it on your pretty face. Let me take care of you, please."

She wanted to take care of him, but she just seemed to notice how exhausted she was, body feeling heavy at the thought of her doing too much work. She played with his hair, just how he liked it, before sighing in defeat.

"Okay, okay. You can take care of me."

He slipped his fingers past her pants, till he was rubbing her through her underwear, slowly and in little circles. He still kissed at her fair skin, occasionally whispering against it.

"I WAS going to eat you out, because I know you like that, but I want to talk to you. I like talking to my girlfriend. She's so pretty, and sweet, and funny, and talented."

She, with little force, tried not so very hard to push his face away with a chuckle. She didn't even have to try to be sexy for this man to want her, and it made her feel so...special.

"You're too much, you know that?"

"If anything, I'm not enough. I love everything about you. How soft you are, how nice your voice is...how your pussy is already getting wet."

He was really rubbing into her now, palm firm yet slow. She gripped tightly onto his hair, head falling back a bit as his teeth grazed her neck.

"Oh, y-you wanna be dirty now?"

"I wanna be good to you. I wanna be the best boyfriend, I wanna ruin your panties. You make a man very greedy, Dolores."

He was being such a tease, fingers dipping inside of her, yet separated by the fabric of her underwear. He was doing it on purpose, so he could watch her squirm, hear her swear under her breath everytime it felt like he'd actually be inside.

"Dios it sounds so LOUD when you do that..."

"What? When I play with your pussy like this? It's because you're wet, mi vida. You're so wet, you want me inside of you, anyway you can have me. I could do so much to you,"

She jumped a bit as he touched her clit, just for a second, forcing her nails to dig into his shirt and his scalp. She thought she hurt him, but if anything, she motivated his movements to go faster.

"I could pull your pants down, absolutely rail you into this couch. I could eat you out till I'm lost in your pussy. I could even make you hump the couch while I watch. But you know what I'm going to do?"

Her head was absolutely spinning at this sudden bout of dirty talk. Mariano never said such dirty things to her before, and she absolutely loved it. Man was a whole snack, so much sweetness, with just a PINCH of savory to keep her coming back.

"W-what are you going to do?"

His tongue dragged up her neck, slowly, till it reached her lips, shoving itself into her mouth as they shared a kiss.

"I'm going to finger that pretty pussy, and listen to every sound you make."

He wasn't kidding. His fingers finally slipped past her underwear, and pushed inside of her. The two fingers weren't gentle, fucking her in a frenzy, just how she enjoyed it. It was so loud, so wet sounding, only made worse when his big frame kept her from squirming too much.

"M-Mariano please, I can't-!"

Dolores was never able to hold it for long. It was something she tried to fix, but it was SO easy to make the poor girl cum. She was so close here, she could feel her toes curling. So close, so damn close-

"Ah ah ah. Not yet, mi cielo. That's too fast. I want to enjoy you. I want to cherish you."

She wined, the slight kiss to her ear being too much for her.

"Not fair! I thought you wanted to take care of your poor girlfriend..."

"You're just grumpy because you like this. You like it when I kiss your ear like this, don't you?"

She 'tried' to push away his face upon his lips reaching her ear. They were so sensitive, and he knew damn well what it did to her.

"Since when did you get so smug?"

"Since you reminded me how much I adore my girlfriend ~...let me give you more kisses."

He was building her back up again with those stupid fingers, ever so slowly increasing in speed, but only slightly. Meanwhile he started to nibble on her ear, giving it just the slightest pull with his perfect white teeth.

"Okay, y-you've had your fun, proved your point and all of that, you're pushing it."

"Someone is getting so snippy~...I can't tell if I like it. Oh wait, I think I do."

His palm pressed against her clit nice and firmly, making her squirm and writhe like an absolute bitch.

"I'm g-gonna kill you, this isn't fair-"

"What's not fair is how pretty you are. How you've been there almost twice, how you've been making all these sounds for me and...well, making me fall more and more in love with you. I don't know if I CAN let you cum, just because it means this would be over."

He was playing dirty, being so sweet, kissing just that perfect spot with his fingers and suckling on her ear enough to give her the tingles. So she knew she had to pull out the big guns. She pressed his nose against his, and mustered the sweetest voice she could.

"Pwetty pwetty pwease? For your little buho?"

His eyes softened like butter, and she knew she had him.

"I can't say no when you do that. Alright, give it to me, beautiful."

He was picking it up again, tugging on her ear just right, knuckles deep inside her, so fast and so perfect. She felt it in her stomach, felt her voice reduced to absolute whimpers, before he finally, FINALLY let her have it. Just the orgasm she needed after a full day of work. He fingered her through it, like a proper boyfriend should, only stopping when she got nice and limp underneath him. She let go of him, arms falling limp to the couches sides.

"Oh...thank you. So much."

"Oh my god- can you heteros NOT?"

Dolores jumped upon hearing the sound of Isa's voice. She stood there, holding her heels, looking at them in absolute disgust. Mariano was about to apologize when the oven dinged, and he sprang out of the couch in a second.

"MEATLOAF IS READY!"

Isa looked at Dolores, who was still in a state of post nut, and shock, brow raised.

"Wow. Malewifed him up already, huh?"

"Hey, he's more than that, I'll have you k-"

Mariano called out from the kitchen as he opened the oven.

"Hey Isa, settle a bet for us! What animal is the pink panther?!"

Isa looked down at her, hand on her hips.

"Ah right. He's also a himbo."

"He's. Joking."

"No he isn't, watch. He's a walrus, Mariano!"

"I KNEW IT!"

Dolores glared at the smug looking Isa, absolutely hating when she was right. At least he was HER himbo.

#not transformers #encanto #asks #lemon #modern au #listen this Mariano is fucking dumb #i stan by this #dumb and buff and oh so sweet #and rich so he can spoil his girlfriend

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starjaeyun · 3 years

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Can I’m have soma yukihira x male reader who loves cute things and use cute clothes and have a bunny plushie with him all the time and specially good in making desserts headcanons please

CUTE BF

yukihira with a bf who loves cute things <3

𖦹 yukihira soma x male! reader

𖦹 warning/s : cursing/use of profanity and just pure fluff, spoilers too

𖦹 I used my love momo <3 for this as reference, i'm not supposed to be writing for male! reader but this req is too cute i can't help it😭 i'm planning to write a book for male! reader too so i thought why not practice now, and the fact that i carry a bunny plushie around too makes me even happier 😭❤️ (yes i have a bunny plushie nd i've had it since i was a baby <3) also this is quite long bc i had too much fun with it and got carried away (i also kind of based this on how me and momo acts ♡︎)

you see, people described you as a male! version of momo because of the fact that you both carry a plushie around, loves cute things so much and are both good in making desserts

the only difference is you're the loud, outgoing type that gets along with people easily

momo also took a liking (platonic) to you and often gives you advice on how to improve your dishes, you two also hang out a lot talking about cute stuff for long hours <3 so when yukihira came around she got a bit jealous because you were spending less time with her and more with yukihira

yukihira once tried to take your bunny plushie from you only for you to hit him

yukihira also introduced you to his friends- who you got along with really well and they often asked you for tips

you introduced him to the elite 10 bc you were close with them and they didn't like yukihira. no, not one bit.

so when the day régiment de cuisine happens you tried to stop them

you failed :')

but anyway you were sitting on the crowd, front row due to yukihira and the elite 10's request

after that when everyone finally got along they agreed on no more fighting on your behalf

in all honesty yukihira gets so jealous of your bunny plushie as you hug it everytim- that includes bed time- and bring it with you everywhere.

"babe please let go of sugar for a while I want a hug too" "but why let go of sugar when I can hug you both at the same time?" yes the bunny's name is sugar

yukihira once hid sugar when you were in the shower, it ended with you giving him a silent treatment

and ever since that time you no longer left sugar alone with yukihira

yukihira soon learned that it was so special to you because your now dead grandma gave it to you

upon learning that he embarrassingly announced it to the whole academy and told them not to touch sugar

yukihira saw clothes for stuffed toys and decided to buy one for sugar 🥺

you caught him cuddling sugar when you accidentally left sugar outside the room while you showered but you were glad he didn't do anything with sugar

yukihira for real got matching sweaters for you, him and sugar 😭❤️

he tries to get your attention by acting all cute like

"ahh yukihira needs his boyfriend's love and affection! y/n quick! yukihira needs to cuddle with y/n and sugar!"

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liamade · 2 years

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Birthday Hat ; Park Seonghwa

»»—pairing: park seonghwa x non-gendered reader

summary: There's nothing cuter than seeing your cute boyfriend Seonghwa happily indulging in his little arts and crafts for his favorite cat.

genre: fluff, boyfriend seonghwa, cat dad seonghwa

warning(s): N/A

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You heave a sigh while stretching your arms behind your head, pushing open the front door to your apartment.

After a long day at work, you wanted nothing more than to strip yourself of your uniform, plop down onto the couch, and binge whatever show you could find on Hulu with your boyfriend Seonghwa.

You lazily dump your stuff by the door, telling yourself you'd put it all away later knowing full well that your bag wouldn't move from its spot till you needed it the next day.

Stepping into the living room you look around confused, not seeing Seonghwa nestled in his favorite spot in front of the tv where he usually waited for you to come home.

Recently, the man had taken up a new hobby which kept him in that spot for long.

~knitting~

You thought it was cute he had taken up such a "grandma" hobby, making you scunkly little sweaters that you definitely could've never fitted into unless you were a baby. He'd always smile wide in response when you'd say that, raising an eyebrow and poking your side in a teasing manner.

It was only when the faint sound of blithe humming reached your ears did you realize he was occupied with something in the kitchen.

"How's my favorite malewife?" you jokingly greeted, leaning against the counter beside him.

He laughed in response, placing a quick kiss on your temple before going back to whatever it was he was doing. "So,,, you know how it's Ddeonghwa's birthday today?"

Ddeonghwa: your beloved fur child that you adopted almost a year and a half ago; just a few weeks before you started dating Seonghwa.

The name, while cute, served as a constant reminder of your embarrassment when your best friend blurted it out in front of your then-friend-Seonghwa. It was one of his nicknames and while stuck on what to name your new tabby cat, it was the first thing to come to your lovesick brain. Good thing it did, though, or else you'd be minus one boyfriend right now.

"Yeah, how could I forget? I brought him a few new toys after work." you nodded in the general direction of the door.

"Right, so I thought 'why not make him a cake?'" he boldly gestured to the concoction on the counter, "now I'm making him a cake!"

"Out of tuna and cheese?"

He nodded with an enthusiastic smile in response.

You stared at him for a few seconds before chuckling, wrapping your arms around one of his own, and snuggling into his side. "Okay, how can I help, Chef?"

Almost twenty minutes later and your little catcakes are out of the oven and cooled, ready for the judgment of the birthday boy.

Seonghwa excitedly brings them to the living room after scooching over the rug and coffee table to make space on the floor for the small serving dish.

He disappeared for a second coming back with both your cat and some sort of paper with little drawings on it. It was only when he sat down with Ddeonghwa in between his legs did you realize what it was.

Seonghwa had spent god knows how long cutting and coloring paper to resemble a mini little birthday hat, complete with a pastel pink ribbon for the string.

"Look what I made~" he presented it proudly to you as you took a seat beside him.

You laughed lightly as you leaned in, one hand giving little scratches behind Ddeonghwa's ear while the other gently held the makeshift hat to get a better view of it. It read "Ddeonghwa Birth" with a large 2 under it and differently colored squiggles.

"This is cute but how do you plan to get it on him?" you playfully smirked, already imagining the fur child running as soon as the hat touched his head.

"With my incredible charm, intellect, and ever-growing love for him."

You rolled your eyes at him, handing the hat back over and gesturing for him to try his luck.

"Hi, baby~ It's your birthday so I made you a hat. Wear it nicely to prove me right, okay? Ahaha." Seonghwa forced a laugh as he warily tied the ribbon into a pretty knot.

A few oddly tense seconds go by almost in slow motion as the three of you sit unmoving.

"See? He's wearing i-"

As if on cue, Ddeonghwa starts to shake his head, effectively ridding himself of the foreign object tied to him. He begins chewing on it and playing with the ribbon.

"Seems like you got him a new toy too." you teased.

Seonghwa pouted as he stared down at his former masterpiece. "That took me thirty minutes to make…"

Your hand found its way to his hair, running your fingers through to comfort him. "Don't worry, babe. There's still the cake — he'll love that for sure."

"Ah, right!" Seonghwa clapped as he remembered the cake, accidentally startling the cat purring in his lap. Gently picking up Ddeonghwa, he placed him in front of the plate. "Here, yummy cake, eat it….. Please I beg-"

Ddeonghwa sits on his hind legs before bending down to sniff the food in front of him. You look over at Seonghwa who watched with fists balled in anticipation.

It doesn't take long before Ddeonghwa starts to take bites out of the cake, small nibbles at first before deciding that he enjoyed it. He grabs the cake in his mouth and runs off to who knows where.

"W-what does that mean-"

"I think that means you succeeded."

Seonghwa sighs in content while leaning back until he was lying on the floor. He motioned for you to come over, giving you one of his arms to rest your head on.

Putting his free hand on your waist, he pulled you closer, silently staring into your eyes.

You stared back with an easy smile, giggling as you ask, "What?"

"Nothing new, I just love you."

You faked a frown at his cheesy line, "Yeah, yeah. I love you too, Hwa."

Just as you lean up to give your boyfriend a kiss, brown flashes between you which causes Seonghwa to jump in surprise.

Your favorite tabby now laid between the two of you, unknowingly ruining your moment as he happily groomed himself with a full tummy.

God, did you love your little family.

a/n: I think this is my first time writing in second-person pov so this isn't awkwardly written,,

anyways happy birthday irl to seonghwa and happy birthday in-universe to ddeonghwa !!

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nanaminokanojo · 3 years

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[10:00 PM] Ryomen Sukuna

LOG 14 OF MY JUJUTSU KAISEN TIMESTAMP DRABBLES

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photo/fanart credits to @/Natsushio on Weibo

"Baby."

Sukuna knows you heard him. Still, you continued walking as if you didn't, going ahead of him about ten paces ahead, your posture and the overall attitude in your gait speaking volumes of your current mood. He easily kept up with you, placing an arm over your shoulder, but much to his surprise, you shrugged it off you and walked the remaining expanse of sidewalk towards your shared apartment. He just watched in annoyance as you walked into the lobby and got into the elevator before him.

"Trouble with your princess?" this nosy grandma, who lived at one of the units at the first floor, asked.

Sukuna just smiled awkwardly, bowing slightly as he passed her by on his way to the elevator. When he finally got into your unit, he found your coat lying on the hallway, picking it up only to see your jeans a few steps ahead then your shirt. He finally found you in the kitchen already wrapped in a robe which you didn't even bother tying up, agitatedly pouring yourself a glass of wine, the cerise liquid sloshing around the glass violently.

You were behaving rather out of character, making a mess out of your clothes when he knew just how much you hated it when he leaves his things scattered about. On top of that, you left the cutlery drawer open with the corkscrew you used on top of the counter, droplets of red wine littering the granite top. You just passed him by without saying anything, refusing to look at him on your way to your bedroom.

I see how it is, he thought, taking long strides to the direction you went. He eyed you sternly, having had enough of your attitude. "Y/N, what's going on?" he demanded.

You flinched visibly at the way he addressed you. He doesn't call you by your name unless he was dead serious about something. "It's nothing. Don't mind me."

"Woman, don't tell me it's nothing when –"

Before he could finish, you walked into the adjoining bathroom, turning on the tap to the tub to tune him out. You were evidently being passive-aggressive now, and he detested it when you did that.

"Just go back to your party. I'm sure everyone's wondering where you've gone," you told him, picking up your glass from the dresser top. "Especially Miss Hanako." You shot him a sardonic smile before taking a swig out of your wine, the way you said the woman’s name dripping with vitriol.

And then it hit him. You've been dishing out barb since you told him you wanted to leave the company party he was partly hosting for his department. You did so when the secretary to the president arrived and started chatting him up. He was now thinking your behavior thereafter had something to do with it. You were fine before that so it could only mean one thing.

He didn't know whether to laugh or what at the thought of it. When he decided to pursue you, he didn't have qualms about it even if you were a good six years younger than him. He knew how problematic it could get having an immature partner, but that's where you were different. You held yourself with such confidence, grace and equilibrium way beyond your age, you shared the same pragmatic mindset he had and you didn't seem to have a proclivity for drama like others your age. You hardly ever fought because of petty things and he loved that about you.

But then, you're still young and he didn't hold it against you that you're suddenly acting like a brat. If anything, he was happy about it because you were never ever jealous. It sometimes made him doubt how you felt about him when you yourself would be pointing at other chicks for him to look at while saying things like, "Baby, look at her ass. Damn, she's sexy." And now that the green-eyed monster is rearing its head to the surface, he couldn't say he didn't like it.

"What about her?" he asked cautiously, making you jump the hoops.

You sneered, the action very intimidating despite your angelic features. “Oh, I don’t know, Sukuna. You tell me. You seemed to be enjoying her company. Don’t stop at my expense.”

He leveled his expressions to you. “Well, she is something, isn’t she? Smart, too.”

“Yeah, you deserve each other,” you hissed, the anger flaring up in your eyes making him stir alive.

“But she’s married.”

“All the better!” Seeing through what he was doing, you turned towards the bathroom and slammed the door shut. He didn't hear you lock it so he followed suit.

"If you're jealous, just say so already!" he told you. He wanted to hear it out of your mouth.

"Why would I be jealous? She looks like a bad rip-off of 80s Brooke Shields!" you spat, confirming his thoughts. You climbed into the bathtub sulkily, eyes on the bubbly water.

Sukuna knew he shouldn't even be thrilled about the prospect of it. If you were jealous then that means you were kinda doubting him in terms of his loyalty to you, and he should not like that, but at the same time, you were also being possessive which you rarely do. He couldn't help it.

Loosening his tie, he began shedding his clothes off, stripping naked before you, revealing the tattooed expanse of his skin and his impressive musculature as he tossed one garment after the other.

"What are you doing?" you asked as he approached, the way you mumbled the words causing him to just sigh, feeing defeated at how endearing you looked hugging your knees to yourself. "I thought I told you to go back to your party."

He didn't say anything as he went into the tub, sitting opposite you, but it wasn't long before he was pulling you towards him, positioning you between his legs so your back was pressed against his hard chest. He then began planting hungry kisses on your neck, down to your shoulders, his large hands wandering all over your body, one already having found itself on your breasts while the other coaxed your head to turn towards him so he can kiss you, his movements urgent yet languid and gentle.

"I'm all yours," he breathed against your lips, grinning. "You know that, right?"

"I know." You shrugged, facing forward again. “I don’t like the way that witch was touching you though. And you were all smiles about it, too.” You smacked him on the thigh, eliciting that deep laughter you adored no matter how mad you were at him. “Don’t laugh! It’s not funny.”

“It kinda is.”

“If you even think for a second that anyone can have you, Ryomen Sukuna, you’re wrong.” You looked him in the eyes, your dark orbs boring into him while your hand touched the side of his face, your crimson-painted nails looking like claws against his cheek. “You’re mine.”

He wrapped his arm around you, kissing you on the temple before placing his chin on your shoulder. "Jealousy is ugly, baby," he whispered in your ear, "but I gotta say, you wear it so well."

-END-

Okay. Before I get another "untimely (and unsolicited, if I'm allowed to say) lecture" about the etymology of the word "Ryōmen (両面/りょう)" meaning "two-faced/two-sided" and not a surname or given name , let me say it now, I KNOW, but thanks anyway. Sukuna and I are neighbors, just 4 hours by train. Geez. However, I am using his whole name in literature form, so if I do switch it up and use it as a surname for him (cause heaven forbid, the Kamigami rain hell on me) it's all for fun and literary creativity. No need to get too pressed over it.

No more fighting on my comments to point this out @fushigummy @kenkinori XD

And I have nothing against the 1980s or Brooke Shields. *waves at her fans*

It's established. I love bathtub scenes although I detest the idea of stewing in my own filth. But yeah, look forward to more bathtub drabbles.

I say too many things. Bye.

Thank you so much for reading. Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated! Hope you enjoyed it.

PHOTO/IMAGE/GIF/FANART CREDITS TO THE RESPECTIVE OWNERS.

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