#i want snuggles but the house is not cold enough and my husband is a thermonuclear man

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Differences

husband!Rio x f!black!OC ( Toni - no relation to Miss Braxton.)

Word count: 3.2k

Content warning: 18+, smut out the ass, riding, fingering, p in v, creampie, use of the word cock sorry oops, baby-making boogie, doubts about marriage, doubts about kids, fluff, Rio being in love, lot of switching between his names, allusion to food play if you squint hard enough (?). lmk if I missed any.

A/N: this was orginally for... someone else iykyk mind your business, but I switched last minute. Also I gave Rio a middle name lol

(Not my gif, found off Pinterest. but FUCK ME he looks good)

They'd been married for four years. They enjoyed their marital life, going on various trips, spending their money all willy-nilly since it was just the two of them, having parties at their house every holiday but something was missing. At least for Toni. She always wanted to be a mother, children invaded her heart and soul her whole life. Her sisters had children that she loved to babysit, she was even in the delivery room a few times. She'd become a teacher for the sole purpose of spending her days with young ones, making a difference in their lives and loving them wholeheartedly as much as she could.

But it seemed like Rio wasn't in the same boat. Which was stupid because they made sure to have this discussion before they got married and he was on board one hundred percent, Toni wanted to make her husband a father, she wanted to see him cradle a little blanket in his arms, she wanted to see him snuggling next to the chubbiest cheeks and she wanted to see his face light up at their first word but, again, he seemed to not want it for himself.

It was frustrating.

She'd let the four years pass, it was a good time window, they had time to get their lives together and buy a house, fully furnish it, settle into a decent neighbourhood and buy an SUV to fit the little family they dreamed of.

Toni even made sure to let him know when she was ovulating, the perfect opportunity to try and make a child, but he'd shrivel up and disappear when she brought it up. Then she'd spend her nights quietly doubting his interest in kids, his interest in her.

They hadn't spoken in four days, the aftermath of their first real argument, the vibes in the house were heavy and sometimes a bit awkward. She even started staying late at work to avoid him even longer.

They weren't all that selfish, they still said good morning and good night but that was about it. Little to her knowledge it was killing Rio. He hated the silent treatment from her, she was his girl they talked all the time, this had been the best relationship he'd ever been in, he didn't want to fuck it up but it felt like he already did.

He tried sneaking his way back into her heart by leaving little love notes, cooking her favourite meals and turning on her favourite shows in hopes she'd join him on the couch but all he got was the cold shoulder and he understood. He fucked up big time.

"I'm ovulating." She stated plainly. Rio just blinked and shrugged. She groaned. "Christopher, I can't do this anymore, I'm dropping hints that I want to start trying and you... you ignore me."

"I'm not ready."

"When will you be? Because I am."

He chuckled nervously. "Come on, Toni, we cannot be parents. We'll fuck it up."

The look on her face sent his heart into the pit of his stomach, her eyes glossy with tears coming in, and a harsh; "Fuck you, Christopher!"  To follow suit. It stung hearing those words, if she ever said them it was more so in a playful manner but this time she had rage, anger behind her words and rightfully so. But tonight he was determined to make amends, he could not keep living like this.

It was Friday, and Toni decided she'd come home a little earlier. Rio sat up quickly at the sound of her car door slamming and the keys on her keychain jingling as she sifted for the house key. The door opened and he tried his best to keep his cool. "Hi, darlin." He greeted.

"Hey." She said in the most monotone voice he'd ever heard. "Hungry?" He asked. "Nah, I'm cool."

Toni slipped off her shoes and crept up the stairs to their room, she placed her purse on a chair nearby and sighed, just ready to shower and lay down for the rest of the weekend. She walked past their bathroom intending to head to her Vanity but a red spot on the floor caught her eye, and then another... and another. But they weren't spots, they were rose petals, a trail of them leading up to the tub that was already filled with water, the smell of her lavender bath bomb invading her senses. On the counter were a few lit candles and her little speaker so she could play music.

She swallowed her smile and headed back to the room to collect her clothes for the night. Meanwhile, Rio was finishing the final touches on his persuasive dinner downstairs. He made Macaroni just the way she taught him, some rice and chicken, even topped it off with a red velvet cake... okay so he bought the cake but it was the thought that counted right?

He set up the table for both of them to eat together, he set up the forks and knives on the table with a small vase of her favourite flower, pink Dahlia's. His palms were suddenly sweaty, tonight was make or break. If he didn't fix things tonight he had no idea where they would stand after.

Almost an hour later, Toni decided she'd close the distance between them only because she was hungry. Her feet pressed against the carpeted stairs as she descended onto the main floor, the living room was empty, Rio left whatever he was watching on pause. Her head whipped over to the kitchen smelling a lovely fragrance, she followed the trail and stopped in her tracks at the opening to the kitchen. She watched as Rio scrambled to plate their food, she tilted her head and smiled lightly, her eyes slowly forming into hearts. Oh, how she loved him.

"Do you want help?" She asked making her presence known, Rio shook his head. "Just sit and be pretty." She giggled. "I have no problem doing that."

She sat around the table, her eyes landing on the Dahlia's, her smile widened. "You got these for me?"

"Of course," He replied walking with two plates in his hand like a waiter, he put hers down first and then his. "Any drink requests?" He asked. She motioned her finger in a 'come here' motion, his eyebrows knitting with confusion but following her non-verbal instruction, she cupped his face pulling him even closer until their lips, moulding into one. She'd been wanting to kiss him for days, she didn't know if she could ever hold a grudge this long again.

The kiss was quick, just a little show of appreciation. She could see a light shade of pink take over his cheekbones. "Do we have any wine?"

"Went and got two new bottles." He says matter of factly. Toni pecked his lips again before sending him off for her drink. He grabbed two wine glasses and the bottle. "You're going to drink wine?" She asked in utter confusion. He couldn't stand wine, his famous line was 'I don't know how you drink this shit.'

He shrugged sitting down. "I can drink wine."

"Christopher... baby you hate wine."

"I can learn to like it."

She knew he was doing everything to soften her up, but the look on his face when he took a first sip was priceless. "Go and get a beer, leave me and my wine alone." He chuckled and quickly grabbed a bottle from the fridge.

The two sat and actually conversed for the first time in four days. It was nice. They talked without missing a beat, he was making her smile and laugh, she told him about the kids at work and the twinkle in her eye at the smallest mention of them was beautiful. She truly loved her students, they made her day every day with the silly stuff they'd say to her. He was in love with how motherly she could be toward everyone, how forgiving she was of anyone and especially of him. He didn't deserve her and he'd made it known numerous times and in the same amount she'd reassured him that he was just for her.

In the middle of her ramble, she noticed the way he was staring at her and suddenly she became shy. "What?" She asked. "I love you, mama."

"I love you too, Christopher."

He shook his head vigorously. "No, I love you more than you could ever imagine, Toni. And I am so so sorry for what I said."

She sighed. "It's okay."

"No, it's not okay. You will be an amazing mom to our kids and I couldn't picture anyone else having them, shit I couldn't even picture having a family until you came, it wasn't in the cards for me." He confessed. "My whole life has changed and I'm forever grateful for it. I want it to keep changing."

She tugged on her bottom lip, trying her best to swallow her tears. "When I saw how my words affected you, baby, my heart broke. I never want to be the reason you're sad. Never. I've missed you these few days. I need you back. I'm sorry."

Toni was speechless, her lips parted to say something but how do you respond to the sweetest apology ever?

Her eyes darted between his pretty brown ones, she stood up and walked over to him, swinging her leg over his she planted herself comfortably on his lap. His hands instantly rested on her hips. She didn't say anything, just leaned down and kissed him and he could swear that on her lips he could taste his past, his present and his future and she was there for every step, for every second. He wouldn't dare say such foolishness to her again.

Toni could feel a little poke through his sweats, she quietly moaned into his mouth, his hands exploring her warm chestnut skin under her shirt, his fingers trickling down her back. His lips moved to her chin and down to her neck to the spot he knew oh so well, his facial hair tickling her skin only adding to the sensation and a ray of goosebumps formed on her skin. "Christopher...mmm." Was all she could mutter, her hips involuntarily moving back and forth desperately searching for friction to soothe the aching of her clit. He got the message though, firmly splaying his hands under her ample ass, he stood up and she wrapped her legs around him.

He was halfway out of the kitchen when he realized; "Wait, I got you a red velvet cake."

Toni laughed, and she kissed his forehead, god he was so cute. "Boy, forget the cake. Take me upstairs and you can eat a different cake."

Rio raised his eyebrows, didn't have to tell him twice. "That's why I married yo ass girl."

She gladly hung off of him while he carried her up the stairs and once they made it to the room he dropped her on the bed, her sweet laughter filled the room. He settled between her legs, peppering her with kisses and affection. "I can't wait to see you, walking around here with a little belly, carrying around our love." He twitched at the thought and she noticed. A small surprised look on her face. "Is the thought of me pregnant... turning you on?"

"No." He quickly denied it. "Christopher Javier Martínez, yes it does." She teased reaching in between them to cup his hardening erection. "Mm, so you want to fill me up? Hm?" Her voice was so smooth and silky yet seductive, her lips pressing against his only for a moment. "You want to see me carrying your baby around? How swollen and plump my breasts are gonna get? Practically spilling over my tops."

"Toni." He groaned. She giggled but her taunting was cut short when he reached into her (well, his) boxers, his fingers teasing her slit, her wetness coating him. Her back arched as he quickly dipped his fingers inside her heat and back out. "Stop playin' with me." She moaned. "Why?"

Her shirt slid up her torso and past her breasts exposing her erect nipples, his mouth quickly latching onto one, his tongue swirling around her pretty brown areolas, so delicious. His free hand massaged her other one, his thumb and index fingers playing with her nipple. Her back arched and her legs squirm under him.

"Christopher, baby, please." She whined. He chuckled and something about was kind of sinister like his intent was to tease her all night until she begged for what she wanted. He popped her nipple out of his mouth, planting a kiss on it before moving on to the next, his hips grinding into hers pressing his clothed cock on her needy clit. "Yes... oh, I need more, please." She gasped.

He kissed between the valley of her breasts, down her torso and finally reaching his destination above the band of her underwear, he tugs them off in almost a hungry manner, his mouth attaching to her pussy like a magnet. His tongue going to work on her clit, his thumb caressing the rest of her slit. Toni's entire body shivered, her legs slowly closing around his head, he used his free hand to smack her inner thigh, she squealed and spread them out, holding the under of her thighs for support.

Her eyes glided to the back of her head, she squirmed, her back arching just a little bit. "Oh... y-yeah." Her toes cracked while pleasure coursed through her veins. Rio hummed against her sensitive nub, his own hips losing themselves as he hunched against the mattress with neediness. Her thighs trembled as they partially rested on his shoulders. She moaned and whined, whimpered and croaked as he devoured her existence.

"fuck, baby, I'm so close." She warned with her jaw slacked as the hairs on her arm stood, her body stiffened, her nails scratched at his scalp with appreciation and love as he carried her through the tantalizing loops of her orgasm.

She was dripping down his beard and he smiled against her thigh, his teeth gently biting on the flesh. "Oh!... Mr. Martinez." She giggled. He kissed his way back up her body, his lips landing on her chin. "I'm so glad I married you." She hummed running her nails over his skin. "Hm, I love you, ma." He cooed pressing a kiss to her nose. Rio slid off his sweats and boxers, dick sliding between her soaking folds. Her hand reached between them wrapping her fingers around his well-sized shaft.

Their lips connect as she guides him inside her soft walls. She gasped and softly moaned as he eased his way in until she was stuffed. Toni wrapped her legs around his waist. "You good?" Just checking. She nodded, too full to speak. His lips occupied her neck, her mind in the clouds as he fucked her stupid. Mutters and mumbles of "fuck me! Yes!" Or "right there!" As he skillfully worked his hips. He held her close, his face buried in the curve of her neck. His thrusts were hard and slow, he was making her feel every inch, every bit of stretch he provided.

Her high creeping its way into her bones, her moans became louder as he consistently tapped against her g-spot. There was no way he was about to make her nut again in such a short amount of time. He could feel her juicy walls contracting around him, hugging him so tight. "You're so wet for me, huh, my pretty baby?" 

Toni's jaw slacked while he talked to her, nibbling on her ear. "So fucking wet, can feel it dripping down my balls, fuck." 

She whined. "I can't- shit! shit! ooooh!" 

He chuckles as he pulls out, regrettably at that. Toni cried out, her climax so close yet so far. Rio fell onto the bed, slapping her thigh he said, "Get on top." 

She sucked her teeth, in no mood to be on top, still irritated from being denied her needs. Rio pinched her and she yelped. "Ow! You dick!" She laughed slapping his arm. "Hurry up and get on this dick." He urged pulling her arm to help her over. She swung her leg across his body, perching herself on his lap like earlier. His dick resting perfectly against one of her cheeks. She looked down at him and he was so fucking pretty. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly, her eyes landing on that notorious Eagle tattoo on his throat then down over the rest that he had scattered on his body, she moaned at that alone. 

She leaned forward, raising her hips and skillfully lining him up with her entrance, no hands needed. She watched as his rosy lips parted slightly and a small crease in between his eyebrows formed when they came together. "Fuuuuck." He dragged out feeling his dick be re-enveloped in her velvety walls. Toni moved her hips back and forth with one goal in mind, to get herself off. She used her knees as leverage to lift her hips up and back down, her ass jiggling when colliding with his thighs. With her lip between her teeth, her head tossed back she got to work on him. 

Rio's hands gladly squeezed at her sides, her moans filling the room once again. "You're so fucking pretty on top of me, mama." He encouraged, but he truly meant it, she looked like a fucking angel. "Oh god, oh god... fuck yes, Rio!" He felt himself twitch, his wife rarely called him by his street name, she only did it when she wanted to tease him, loved to do it when they were around others. 

He groaned spanking her. She smiled, a hazy look in her eyes. "What's my name, mama?" 

Toni cried out, her head falling forward as she bounced out her orgasm. "Fu-fuuuck, Rio!" 

"Squeezing this dick so fuckin' tight, come on..." He sat up hooking his arm around her waist, his tongue darting out to the underside of her breast, tasting the saltiness of her sweat. Toni sang out his name, her back arched and her eyes rolled. He grabbed her hips and guided her up and down, her body going limp. "Shit! Oh... Toni, I'm comin' baby." He growled through gritted teeth, he pressed his forehead against her sternum and she softly smiled feeling his warm seed spread inside her. "Fuck... that feels so good." She giggled, she was cock drunk. He kissed her glistening skin. 

They stayed like that for a moment, she kissed the top of his head, her hands on his shoulders as she slowly pushed him onto his back again, she climbed off of him and sighed in satisfaction. "You want something to drink?" He asked, she shook her head. "Nah, you gotta hydrate ma. I'm making sure I put a baby in you tonight." He laughed lightly smacking her thigh. Her cheeks warmed as a smile fell onto her face. 

She watched as Rio, naked and all, left the room to go downstairs. "Bring the cake too!"Toni shouted, he could just hear the smirk in her voice.

"You are so nasty!" He yelled back.

 "You love it though!" 

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That’s enough

Context?? Wriothesley ( is that how you spell it?) apparently has been working too hard to even realise that his loving wife has been overworking herself to the point where she could fall and faint ( that’s exactly what I’ve been doing😔💅)

Ofc- wrio x fem! Reader

FLUFFFFFF

Fontaines wind blew as cold air started to enter the house which was usually quite warm, as expected the duke was too busy in the prison to come home even tonight and she missed him and his embraces, oh how she felt all her worries evaporate as soon as he hugged her to remind her that he’s there and he’ll always be there, but alas, that’s the least she could be concerned about after all, she has work to do, loads and loads of paperwork (me with my assignments) and she couldn’t catch a break, especially since most of them has a deadline tomorrow ( well well, look who’s been procrastinating, me too sis😔✊) she has much much more important stuff to deal with, after all, DEADLINES😱😱😱

Surprise surprise, Wriothesley decided that he’s to tired to deal with other people and their shit and he wants to hug his wife, but he assumed that she must’ve already fell asleep, after all he knows how tired she gets, as he came closer to his house he was confused to see why the lights were on, as he opened the door with his keys, he called out to you

“Darling? Are you up??”

She was too busy in her work to even realise he came and called for her; in all honesty she did not expect him to come home, after all he was superrr busy too. ( how dare you ignore my bby)

Wriothesley sees her miserable state, hair in a messed up state and dark circles under her eyes, coffee cups and papers here and there, she looked like a zombie and wrio was concerned (like hell I’m gonna write his whole name every time)

“Darling?”

You flinched at his voice and it finally hit you that your darling husband had arrived

“Wrio!! Babe! I didn’t see you come in, sorry! Do you need coffee or water you must be tired”

“What I want is for you to sleep, you look miserably tired and I won’t stand for my darling to work any longer, you look like you’re going to faint”

“Honestly wrio I’m fine, plus I have a deadline tomo-”

Your sentence was interrupted by him picking you up bridal style not letting you have a say in anything

“Those bosses of yours fail to understand how hard you work, if they approach you tomorrow they’ll face me, so relax and sleep and besides you know you have no choice ;)”

You sigh as you do had complied snuggling up to him and closing your eyes for a well deserved rest

“Goodnight wrio”

“Goodnight my love”

[heli-writes]

Marriage of Convenience, part 6: the window to the heavens.

Pairing: Yoriichi x you

Summary: Yoriichi's friends think that Yoriichi is too lonely and needs a wife and family to take care of him. They propose a marriage of convenience to a woman who's in need of a husband. The arrangement of the marriage is simple: both parties live their lives as before, y/n takes care of Yoriichi as a wife and Yoriichi keeps unwanted men (and demons) away. Love is not required, friendship is appreciated. However, how detached can one be when living so close to each other?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

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When (y/n) wakes up in the middle of the night, she feels disoriented. It's unclear what has woken her up. Was it a noise or the sharp, cold breeze that cuts through the room? Her mind still fogged from sleep, (y/n) tries to pull the futon around her tighter but there's nothing. I must've slipped out during the night, she thinks. Her hands pat around her until she feels the soft cover of the futon. Finally, she thinks, as she pulls the futon closer. It takes a few attempts until she settles in the sheets. She sighs in relief. It's so warm, she thinks as her mind drifts back to sleep.

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It still feels warm when she wakes up the next morning. The bright sun blinds her when she opens her eyes. Whining, she pulls the cover over her head and snuggles deeper into the fabric. Suddenly, there's a movement next to her and she immediately sits up. Looking around confusedly, she notices Yoriichi next to her. What is he doing in my futon?, she thinks. Then, she notices her discarded futon on the other side of the room. Horrified, she slowly turns around, ready to explain the situation to Yoriichi. When she turns around, however, she's met with Yoriichi's sleeping face. Almost, a sigh of relief leaves her mouth but she quickly stops herself. It's not too late to get out of this situation without any more awkwardness. As slowly and softly as possible, (y/n) tries to wiggle out of the futon. Just when she freed her knees from the covers, Yoriichi turns around and his arm lock her hips in place. This is really bad, (y/n) thinks, there is no way I can get out now without waking him up. She stays still for a couple of minutes and listens to Yoriichi's breathing. It's steady enough to give it another try, she eventually decides. First, she tries to lift Yoriichi's arm which turns out to be too risky. Then, she tries to slip further back until she can pull free the rest of her legs. After a few painful minutes, she's finally free. Thank god, she mumbles to herself as she quickly gets up and pads to the other side of the room picking up her futon. After putting the futon back where it belongs, she starts digging through her bag for new underwear and her toilet set. It's then that Yoriichi finally wakes up. She hears him yawn behind her and when she turns around, she sees him stretch and sit up. She has to giggle at his awful bed hair. "Morning.", he grumbles. "Morning.", (y/n) greets back. "I quickly go to the bathroom", she announces and leaves the room. Yoriichi lets himself fall back onto the sheets one more time before he gets up and gathers his clothes.

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"So, what do you want to do today?", Yoriichi asks (y/n) as they walk beside each other after having a good breakfast at the guest house. "Hm...", (y/n) says as she crooks her head. Yoriichi watches the side of her face. A few strands of hair have fallen into her face. Instinctively, he reaches for her face and tucks the hair behind her ear. (Y/n) looks up at him with big eyes, a blush developing on her cheeks. She quickly clears her throat and proposes: "Well, we could do the cave tour." "Sure.", Yoriichi simply answers. (Y/n) takes the lead and walks them out of the village. Lucky for her, the caves are a real tourist attraction around her so signs and other people lead the way to the caves. The entry to the caves lies next to a creek. A small wooden bridge leads them over the creek and to a small cabin where they can buy their entry tickets. Next, they are waiting in line for a gondola to take them into the caves. Yoriichi and (y/n) are paired up with another couple. The woman, Honoka, tries to chat (y/n) up. Turns out Honoka and her husband got recently married and are spending their honeymoon at the foot of the mountain. "What a coincidence! Another newlywed couple, you hear that, Kenji?", Honoka exclaims. "Well, it is a popular spot for honeymoon...", her husband Kenji tries to tune down her excitement which does not seem to have an effect on Honoka. "So, tell me all about your wedding! What kind of flowers did you have? And how many guests? What about your dress?", Honoka starts bombarding Yoriichi and (y/n) with questions. "Well, you see,", (y/n) tries to explain, "It was a rather small and simple wedding." "Oh,", Honoka says a bit taken aback. "Well, that's one way to do it, I guess. We had a big wedding with all our relatives and friends. I wanted our love to be celebrated!", she adds cheerfully. "So, you two knew each other well before the wedding?", (y/n) asks and with that successfully manages to distract Honoka who starts telling her's and Kenji's whole love story. Yoriichi is thankful that (y/n) took over the conversation. There's nothing more awkward than having small talk with strangers, he thinks. Eventually, their gondola arrives and the two couples take their seats. The gondolier leads their small boat into the cave system. While he explains the history of the caves, Honoka snuggles up to Kenji. Meanwhile, Yoriichi and (y/n) sit next to each other awkwardly. The deeper they get into the caves, the less light there is. Yoriichi involuntarily grips the hilt of his sword that he has taken with him this time. The gondolier lights up a lamp which spreads a warm light over the gondola and the water beneath them. He feels (y/n) slide a bit closer to him and he forces him to relax. It doesn't take long before the gondola is enveloped in total darkness. Suddenly, Yoriichi feels (y/n) pressing herself onto him and gripping his knee. He can hear the loud beating of her heart and her fast, irregular breathing. "Are you okay?", he asks her. "S-sure", (y/n) lies, "just a bit cold down here." Yoriichi has to chuckle at that and finally pulls an arm around her. "There's no reason to be scared.", he tells her. "Hell yes, there is.", (y/n) mumbles, "What if there's a monster in the water? Or we lose our way and get lost in here?". Yoriichi softly pinches her arm. "I doubt they would have many tourists join them on their tours if some of them would get lost every once in a while.", he tries to persuade her. (Y/n) shivers and then shrugs. "Still...", she just replies.

Suddenly, there's a light in front of them. As they get closer, they see that there's a hole in the ceiling through which sunlight falls into the cave. "This is what locals call the window to the heavens.", their guide explains, "There are many myths surrounding this place. Some believe that witches used to meet here on nights of the full moon. They say they performed rituals and magic here just when the full moon stayed high enough to fill the hole. Others believe that this is a place where star-crossed lovers used to meet hiding from their families and those who didn't approve of their love. And then there are the ones who believe that this is a place where the realm of the dead meets the realm of the living. They believe that a ferryman takes the souls of the deceased through these tunnels to the other side. Those, who were kind and just in their lives, descend to the heavens right at this spot. But those, who were mean and unkind, are taken deeper into the caves so that they will never see the light of day again." (Y/n) shives at the story of the guide and Yoriichi pulls her a bit closer. The guide lets out a deep chuckle. "Of course, we don't believe this anymore today. But the caves will become more dangerous from here on out. This is why we don't go any deeper and start our journey back now." The gondolier turns the boat around and heads for the darkness again. (Y/n) can't help to turn back around. The sunlight glitters on the water's surface and for a moment she thinks something moves beneath it. She quickly turns around and grabs the fabric of Yoriichi's haori. "You got your sword with you, don't you?" she whispers. Yoriichi turns to her and says: "I do but I can assure you that there is no demon in these caves. I would've sensed it." At that, (y/n) relaxes slightly.

Suddenly the boat stops as if it hit a rock or something. (Y/n) jolts up and clings onto Yoriichi even more. She doesn't notice that she pulled herself onto his lap. The only thing she can focus on is the rush of blood in her ears and the pounding of her heart. She doesn't like this place. It gives off a bad vibe. "Nothing to worry about, folks!" the gondolier assures them, "The stream of the creek sometimes moves stones around. That's why we're so slow. We don't want to hit a rock on full speed and siking, don't we?", he chuckles. (Y/n) starts to feel a bit sick. "Hey, what's going on? Didn't take you for a scaredy-cat.", Yoriichi softly mumbles. "I-i'm not. It's this place. I don't like it.", (y/n) tries to explain. However, she can't place why this place freaks her out. Yoriichi places his hand on her head and softly pulls her against his chest. "It's alright. Whatever it is, I'm sure I can protect you from it.", he tells her. (Y/n) buries her face in his clothes. "What about the talk about how you cannot protect us? You know, the one before the wedding?", (y/n) grumbles. Yoriichi thinks about this for a minute while the gondolier maneuvers the boat around the rock. "I still stand by that. However, I do think I can handle this cave. Considering there's absolutely nothing here.", he points out solemnly. (Y/n) shudders against him and he rubs her back.

Eventually, they get closer to where they started. More daylight illuminates the cave. "Hihihi... Look at them, Kenji! Aren't they cute?", Honoka giggles from the other side of the gondola. Embarrassed, (y/n) releases her death grip on Yoriichi and slides onto her own seat. "Seems like you two enjoyed the ride.", Kenji notes teasingly. (Y/n) clears her throat and slides a hand over her sweaty hair. Before she can tell them that the ride was absolute hell, Honoka pokes Kenji with her elbow and points out: "Look how disheveled she is, they must've shared some real good kisses in the dark." If they weren't on the water at the moment, (y/n)'s jaw would've hit the ground. Trying to distract (y/n) from the obnoxious couple, Yoriichi points out to her how close they are to the exit of the cave. Relief floods (y/n) as she wants absolutely nothing more but to leave this boat, the caves, and the teasing couple behind. The moment the gondola hits the dock, (y/n) stumbles out of the boat and rushes to solid ground. She lets herself fall onto the grass next to the creek. "You look horrible.", Yoriichi points out to her as he takes a seat next to her. "Thank you, Yoriichi, that's what every woman wants to hear!", she sighs. "What scared you so much in there?" Yoriichi asks her. Slowly, (y/n) sits up. "I don't know. I'm usually not afraid of the dark. But this place... I don't know, it had this atmosphere... Like... I can't really put it into words. Just, all of a sudden there was this big, irrational fear inside me that chilled me to the bones. Is that crazy?", she asks Yoriichi. Yoriichi is silent for a moment. "Sometimes our bodies notice things before our minds.", he concludes. (Y/n) turns to him, "So you think there is something in these caves?" Yoriichi shrugs. "Nothing physically, I would've sensed that. But you heard the guide, people believe that all kinds of supernatural things go on there.", he finally says. (Y/n) pushes his arm and then laughs uncertainly. "Yoriichi, don't say such things. I probably won't be able to sleep tonight.", she replies.

The feeling of uncertainty follows (y/n) around for the rest of the day. After Yoriichi and (y/n) return from the caves and had some food at the village, (y/n) wants to get out of her sweat-soaked clothes. She also wants to rub the experience off her skin, so they take another trip to the hot springs. (Y/n) sighs heavily when she sinks into the hot water. She didn't notice how cold she was. There is no other woman in the hot springs. Usually, she would love this and have a blast having the place to herself. Being unable to shake the feeling from earlier, she would actually prefer having Yoriichi here with her. Thus, she cuts her time at the hot springs short and waits for Yoriichi in front of the bathhouse. She feels a bit better when she sees Yoriichi's locks poking out of the entrance. "There you are!", she says, "Did you enjoy the hot water?" Yoriichi gives her a nod. It was already quite late, but (y/n) does not want to go back to their room. Something about laying to rest in a dark room doesn't feel right after today's experience. "Do you want to have some drinks? I heard there's a nice pub close by.", she tries to propose cheerfully. Yoriichi gives her a skeptical look. He's never been one to indulge in alcohol and he doesn't take (y/n) to be one. Nevertheless, he agrees so (y/n) wouldn't be disappointed.

An hour and a bottle of sake later, (y/n) is feeling warm and fuzzy again. "Ahh... isn't this nice? Can't remember when was the last time that I had some sake.", (y/n) sighs. Yoriichi awkwardly takes a sip from his sake. He barely drank anything tonight. "Y'know... With having a kid an' all, one can barely leave the house for fun things that do not involve some kind of game.", (y/n) continues her ramble. "Do you ever regret taking (y/s/n) in?", Yoriichi asks suddenly. "Pshh.... if I regret it? I mean sure, when he throws a tantrum or leaves his used underwear all over the place. But I mean... he's a kid. You gotta know what you gettin yourself into when you get a kid. You know?", (y/n) says. Yoriichi crooks his head. He's not sure what that means. "What I'm trying to say is... Every parent regrets having children once in a while but most wouldn't change a thing for the world. That's what it's like for me.", (y/n) explains. Yoriichi nods. He didn't expect (y/n) to regret her decision. It's clear that she loves that little boy.

"You know what I do regret?", (y/n) suddenly says. Yoriichi takes another sip watching her with careful eyes. He shouldn't push her to tell him things she wouldn't if she was sober. "I regret my fianceé's death. Cause it's my fault, you know.", (y/n) slurs. Suddenly, there's a sour taste in Yoriichi's mouth. "Did I ever tell you how it happen?", (y/n) continues. "Y/n... you don't have to...", Yoriichi tries to stop her. "Pshhhh... I didn't, did I? Probably cause I'm a fucking coward.". (Y/n) simply ignores Yoriichi who is taken aback by her swearing. "Y'know... I can kill people. Like literally, I can. My family's been creating poisons for generations. The salves and medicine? Tss... that's just a side business. The real money comes from the poisons. Selling it off to the military to be used in wars or to women trapped in an arranged marriage. Course you've got to be careful who you're selling to. Otherwise, it comes back to bite you in the ass, you know?", (y/n) keeps it going. Yoriichi settles down his sake. He didn't expect the conversation to take such a turn. Never in a million years, he expected (y/n) to be a potion brewer. That's a job reserved for strange men in back alleys. "Aaaand, well you know, everybody in my family is pretty good at choosing their customers and keeping things a secret.... but not me! Yeah, I'm too kind my mother used to say. A brilliant mind but not cut out for the business.", she continues. "(Y/n)...", Yoriichi carefully asks, "What did you do?" (Y/n) laughs a dry laugh. "Well... I worked for you!", she announces. "For me?", Yoriichi asks confused. (Y/n) waves her head in front of her face. "Yeah, your kind. The demon slayers, y'know.", she lets out an exaggerated sigh. "I heard aaaalll about the demons killing people. And when the demon slayers showed up asking if I can make a poison that can kill a demon with a single drop. I f'ckin did it. Didn't even earn me a ton of money. Thought I'd be doing it for the greater good, but y'know what? Wasn't worth it. Not at all." (Y/n) stares into her sake for a while and then downs what's left in her cup in a single gulp. "Worked on it for months. The most powerful thing I've ever created. The Ubuyashiki family was pleased. Should've asked who they wanted to use it against, but that is against the code.", (y/n) continues, "Anyways, the big demon boss was not pleased at all with my creation, to say the least, that bastard". While (y/n)'s voice sounded relaxed during the whole story, it changes during the last part. Yoriichi is surprised how hateful (y/n)'s voice can sound like. "What did he do?", Yoriichi asks calmly, "What did Muzan Kibutsuji do?" (Y/n) laughs dryly at that again. "What did he do? Take a guess. That wimp didn't even come himself to do it. Sent one of his slimy little followers. He came in the middle of the night. Slashed (y/f/n)'s throat. He bled out before I had a chance to act. Unlucky for that demon, I always keep a bottle of that demon poison close. Unlucky for me, he was an upper rank and survived. Even more unlucky for me, the bastard came back a month later at killed (y/s/n)'s parents.", (y/n) concludes her story. Pouring herself another cup of sake, she says: "You see, it's my fault (y/f/n)'s dead and it's my fault (y/s/n) is an orphan. So, I don't get to regret taking him in."

Yoriichi takes away her sake. "Y/n.", he says calmly, "I have some follow-up questions. Will you answer them for me?". (Y/n)'s eyes look hazy and she shrugs. Part of Yoriichi feels bad about exploiting her drunk state to get information out of her. But to be fair, this is stuff she should've told him before the wedding. Being a target of Muzan Kibutsuji isn't something that one should keep to themselves. It's something that puts everyone around them at risk. "Sure, whatever you want to know.", (y/n) slurs. Yoriichi nods. "Firstly, how many poisons have you sold prior to your work to the demon slayer corps?", he asks. (Y/n) shrugs, "Didn't you listen? I wasn't cut out for it. My mother never let me and after her death, I was too cowardly to pick up her business." "Alright, so you're not selling poison now?", he continues his questions. "After what happened? I'm not stupid. The moment my family's recipes hit the market, he'd know where I am. No, thank you, I stick with my salves and cough drops.", (y/n) replies crossing her arms over her chest. "Okay, one more question, y/n.", Yoriichi continues. (Y/n) nods and straightens in her seat. Yoriichi can feel himself getting tense. "Can you remember the demon's name? The one who killed (y/f/n) and (y/s/n)'s parents?" (Y/n) nods. "Of course, I can. How can I ever forget?", (y/n) replies more solemnly than before.

"It's Kokushibo."

[pokemenlovingmen]

Hey there! I didn't see who you write for on your page, so I'll include a couple of characters in case you don't write for one of them.

Can you do a GN or Male!Reader x either Arven or N, please? Just some cuddles and quality time, because I am pretty sure that's what most of us crave!

Thank you!

-First Anon

Ohhh yeah I know what you mean, cuddly fluff is always what I crave! Hopefully people who come for my content have similar interests, lmao. :) I went with a male reader because yknow… these are some guys I have a man crush on.

But yeah!! Cuddles with dudes I have fictional crushes on!! Pokemon gave me a great gift in the form of two fruity dudes with long hair and familial issues who are my age.

cw: child neglect (given who these are about…)

Cuddling Headcanons with a Male Reader for Arven and N

Arven

🥪 — Arven is hesitant with physical affection at first, just because he’s really not used to it. Like what do you mean… you want to put your arms around him because you love him?? Are you okay??

🥪 — Arven’s always been of the mind that acts of service are the only way to win the love of someone from previous experience, after all working so hard at school and home upkeep always earned praise from his mom/dad even if they weren’t there physically.

🥪 — Given you’re both guys, he’s also kinda shy about the relationship at first. Now, Paldea is one of the most queer-accepting regions you could be in, but it’s still, yknow. Not considered “normal”. People might stare, or say something. He’s no doubt in love with you but the potential negative attention scares the shit out of him.

🥪 — But when he does open up? God, he’s the biggest cuddlebug. He tried physical intimacy once and now he’s addicted.

🥪 — You can hold him, he can hold you, he doesn’t care, just being close is enough. If you’re shorter than him, he’ll usually rest his chin on your head and hum happily. If you’re taller than him, he’ll usually bury his face in your chest.

🥪 — Play with his hair and he’ll die a little bit. If you’re able to see his face, he’ll be wearing the biggest and dumbest smile the whole time. It’s best not to mix this with compliments because you WILL kill him.

🥪 — If you’re a weighted blanket enjoyer, you’ll never need one, because he can snap his fingers and suddenly there’s a massive weighted blanket with legs, a tail and a big furry face on top of you both.

🥪 — So as if you didn’t already have the pleasure of cuddling up to such a sweet guy, you also have his huge dog. Nights are never cold when you’re with these guys.

🥪 — He’s lowkey kind of a house husband of a boyfriend and he likes doing things like cooking meals for you, especially surprising you with breakfast, but that can be hard if you guys fell asleep cuddled up to each other. He doesn’t wanna climb out of this :(

🥪 — He’ll just kind of talk and ramble about nothing in particular while you guys snuggle if you let him. How his day was, how Mabosstiff is doing, compliments and things he loves about you, new recipes, funny stories, all that. Sort of comes to a point where even he doesn’t really know what he’s talking about, he’s just sort of talking to talk because he’s not too fond of dead silence.

🥪 — He’s yours, alright. Even if he was nervous about the relationship at first, Arven’s a happy, happy guy. And he’ll take any chance he gets to cuddle up to you.

N

💚 — His relationship with touch is complicated. That and the whole concept of cuddling and just having someone’s weight against him.

💚 — I feel like sleeping at night he switches regularly between “literally the thinnest blanket is a constricting prison” to “this weighted blanket isn’t enough I need to be buried alive”

💚 — So you can only cuddle with him on touch-positive days, but N’s fallen into a good rhythm with you and is very communicative of where his boundaries are at at any given time.

💚 — Pokemon have no concept of sexuality, and no social constructs that dedicate one sexuality as more “acceptable” than the other, so neither does he. Not that he’s the biggest PDA person on earth, but he’s not at all nervous about you two openly being together. Yeah we gay, keep scrolling

💚 — If he’s in the mood for contact while you guys are out and about it’ll usually be while you’re sitting, he likes leaning against you and resting his head on your shoulder. I would say that would make the perfect date, taking him on the ferris wheel on a touch-positive day, but who am I kidding, he’d be too fascinated to rest with you then.

💚 — As one could guess by looking at him, he’s LIGHT. You could pick him up and sling him over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes, provided you are tall enough to support all his lankiness.

💚 — You can play with his hair if you want, he’ll undo his ponytail for you, but I can’t imagine it’s actually all that soft. Probably pretty coarse and tangled to be honest, given his upbringing, tending to his hair was never a prerogative. If you can’t stand it being a Rattata’s nest, though, he’ll rather contentedly let you brush it—through he might twitch or squirm a bit, just because the feeling of the brush going through his hair is NOT something he’s used to.

💚 — He spooks you from time to time on his touch-negative days, because you can roll over in bed at any given time and find him just. Staring at you. It’s a stare of pure love, but his eyes do have a kind of naturally vacant look that’s startling at first. Baby you have the haunting thousand-yard-stare of a possessed victorian child

💚 — When he is in the mood for cuddles, he really likes them at night before bed. Specifically right after you shower, because he loves the smell of your shampoo still lingering on your hair. It’s just so completely… you. And he loves that.

💚 — Fall asleep cuddling him and he will become a limp corpse though. An actual ragdoll. Don’t toss and turn too hard or you’ll break him. He’s fragile. And by that I mean if you roll over onto one of his arms he will be stuck there.

💚 — He’ll also chatter on endlessly if you let him, but unlike the sandwich man above, he can be a little harder to understand because he both talks super fast and lays out his words the same as he does his thoughts, which are hard for people other than him to understand. But he knows this, and he’s just happy that you listen, even if you don’t get all of it. And he’s happy to be able to talk, to be heard, to just… say things and not have them carry the weight of the world when he does. Normal conversation is a beautiful treat to him. Oftentimes he’ll talk himself right to sleep, but between being in your arms and getting to speak his mind on all these simple things, he sleeps really easy when he does drift off.

[writingsofwesteros]

Wolf x lion!

The Robyn introducing her babies to the North and her family one! Please write a one shot for that!

The introductions and awkwardness ends when at night, Tywin again publicly calls her to his bad chambers. She does have a duty.

The Northern Lords kinda happy for her happy and rich marriage and Tywin's help against Ironborn. But they still hate the Lannisters.

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

The carriage silently trodden along the slightly broken road leading up to Robyn’s once only home; the thought alone had her heart tightening. The golden furs of her new house wrapped around Robyn to fight off the cold even if it did not affect her as much. Tywin made sure she wore it and it was only now she realised it was to show her off..not for any comfort of hers.

“Mama…” Her darling boy whispered as his small nap was so rudely interrupted by the look of the pout on his face. The soft giggling of the Queen and her ladies had Robyn rolling her eyes as she gently brought her babe onto her lap. “We are nearly here.” Robyn whispered; fingers brushing those locks of his as the carriage began to slow down.

“It’s cold.” He babbled and she only brought her son impossibly closer; under the furs she had been gifted by his father. “We will be inside soon.” Robyn softly whispered and pressed a kiss to the top of his head as he snuggled closer. She gently stroked his hair some more whilst resting her head back on the seat; her heart pounding away.

Cersei’s arrogance came in handy, Robyn thought to herself as she watched the Queen begin to prepare to present herself, which allowed Robyn more time to steady herself. She took more than enough time as her son only got itchy feet. “My love…” The sound of her husband’s voice reached her as Robyn shyly looked up.

Robyn unknowingly tightened her hold on her babe as she brought him onto her hip; his excitement filled eyes looking around. Tywin watched her every move; amusement and other emotions she could not describe racing through his eyes. “Thank you.” Robyn softly whispered before Tywin pressed a soft kiss to her temple.

Their arms locked as Robyn delicately stepped into the snow; the crunching echoing in the silence that hovered. Finally, Robyn gained the courage and her head lifted up. The sight of her family was enough for a soft smile to spread across her face. “Mother..” Robyn softly whispered in greeting as she was brought into a warm hug.

Gods, it was good to be in her embrace, Robyn thought as she burrowed into her mother’s neck. She had missed her so much. She never wanted this embrace to end but soon her babe was babbling and tugging on her locks for attention. A soft giggle escaped Robyn as she gently introduced her happy babe as Tywin closed in from behind.

His hand gently was placed on her hip, stroking his thumb as if reminding you of his presence. Robyn hoped the smile stayed on her face as she stepped to the side for the introductions to continue. She placed a last kiss to her mother’s cheek before moving down the line and greeting her siblings whilst ignoring the Queen’s stare.

“We should get the little lad in the warmth.” Jon whispered and their eyes locked for a moment as a warm smile tugged on her lips. “Thank you, brother.” Robyn hummed before placing an arm around his neck in an embrace. The she-wolf did not have to look around to see the stares; she could feel them on her body as she stepped away from Jon.

Still, Tywin was never far away as his hand came to collect hers. His free hand moved through their son’s hair. In front of everyone’s view; he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Robyn’s temple. His claim was heard loud and clear. “Shall we go inside, love?” Tywin hummed; just loud enough for people to eavesdrop. 

“Of course..” Robyn hummed and only brought her son impossibly closer as she looked over her shoulder to her mother once more. Her eyes were covered in shock as Robyn slowly turned to see Cersei’s smirk still on her face. Tywin’s hand slowly moved up and down her back as he guided her into the room; her old family guards bowing their heads as familiar Lords came into view.

~

“Did you have to ask for me in front of them all?” She began to whimper into her Lord husband’s ear as her body began to move. His hands stroking up and down her sides as she settled on his lap; his fat cock stuffed inside her weeping, creamy pussy. His slacks only pushed down for his cock to be free whilst her beautiful, bare body was on full display.

“Yes…why, was there a problem with me doing so?” Tywin hummed and tried to keep his desire at bay, for now. A soft blush made its way over her cheeks as she stared down. Why did he not see the problem, she whimpered to herself. Tywin only moved his hips; his hands brushing to her arse and beginning to palm at her.

Those long locks of hers cascading down her back as he pulled her impossibly close. Her legs began to shake with pleasure. “Hmm, do you not want to do your duty?” He purred into her ear; knowing Robyn still did not know how to come to terms with enjoying this. Her soft, ample breasts continued to bounce in his face so tauntingly. 

“Yes…I do my duty.” Robyn whimpered breathlessly as her head fell back in pleasure. “I know you do.” Tywin hummed. “You do it so perfectly.” The old lion whispered sweet praises in her ear that had Robyn melting. A soft blush as ever came across her face as she leaned in; their noses brushing together for a moment.

Tywin was quick to passionately capture her soft lips. HIs fingers moved into her locks now and brought Robyn against him. He brushed her locks to one side before pressing soft, open mouthed kisses down her neck. The marks he was planting on her soft skin now would be there for all to see in the coming days.

“I want another heir..” Tywin hummed; chewing on her neck some more as she shivered against him at the comment. “Tywin….he’s only just a year…” Robyn hiccuped in pleasure as she tried to argue her point. The old lion only hummed as he began to manipulate her movements as his own thrusts quickened and pushed deep.

He tugged on her locks and caused Robyn to gasp out, as Tywin leaned in and forced his tongue down her throat. Her eyes only widened as she whimpered; collapsing onto his chest as her stomach tightened even more. Tywin groaned as she fluttered around him as her own bouncing began to quicken whilst she chased her release.

Tywin only lent back and enjoyed the ride she was giving him. His smirk never left his face as his hands moved towards her arse. His free hand slowly moved to her soft, bouncing breast and began to palm her. His thumb teasing her pebbled nipple that was still so sensitive. Tywin pinched them and watched as his little she-wolf loudly cried out.

He pinched them again whilst reaching for her other one as Robyn began to lose whatever control she had left. Tywin gently cupped her face; his thumb brushing over her bottom lip as she shook against him whilst her orgasm ripped through her. Robyn squirted around his still thrusting cock as her body could only take what he gave her.

Tywin only kept her impossibly close as his thrusts quickened. His palming of her is becoming harsher now. He spread her cheeks apart as her squirting continued each time she moved up and down. Robyn’s eyes squeezed shut as his thumb slowly hooked into her other hole. “Taking everything I give you, hmm, pretty girl?”

His taunting continued throughout the evening as he pushed his cum deeper inside her again and again.

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[koogl001]

Wrong Target

Requested by: ❤️ @oyasumimosura ❤️ May I please request some Stolas x wife! Reader? An Au where Stolas got into a healthy relationship with someone who loves him for who he is. Perhaps the reader rescued Stolas when they were little since she’s more athletic and catches him before he could hit the ground, they both didn’t know that they will soon be married. While (y/n)’s sister which is Stella doesn’t like Stolas that much and even abuses him whenever she’s away. That one time when they were adults when she caught Stella about to slap Stolas she was very angry with Stella that she banned her from coming into her home. In the end, Stella did hire Striker who ended up killing (y/n) while she was protecting Octavia. Like I need some angst where Stolas came home and looked so happy but to find the house was messy. He finds Octavia crying and beside her was (y/n)’s lifeless body.

One-Shots and Headcanons Masterlist

“Oh dear, you should have seen him. Stolas of the Ars Goetia, the Great Prince of Hell, stuck in a tree not knowing how to get down. He was gripping it as if it was his life line. I thought at the time that he was the biggest drama queen I have ever seen, and look at him now, I was so right!”  

Octavia heartily laughed with me as I draped the covers over her and with a quick kiss on the forehead, I bid her sweet dreams. I joined Stolas at the balcony with a blanket and tea to relax.  

“So my dear, what were you telling our little owlet that made your laughter carry all the way here?” 

We snuggled under the blanket, enjoying the peacefulness of each other's company. Being a parent was harder than you could have imagined, but the best thing that ever happened in your life. Your side of the family was not ideal, with an overly dramatic and cold older brother and an aggressive and jealous twin sister.  

“I was just telling our little princess how we first met, love.”  

I caressed my husband's cheek, closely inspecting it and finding a red handprint on it.  

“Dear Lucifer, whatever happened to you?”  

“Nothing my Calytrix, you needn't worry about me.” 

His eyes avoided mine and from the tone of his voice, I could tell he was not sincere with me. Yet pushing him would make him even more uncomfortable, which you didn’t want. With worry still evident in your eyes, you rested your head on his shoulder, slowly falling into dream land.  

“Enough!” 

You shouted, catching Stella’s hand as it was about to connect with the already reddened cheek of your husband. You always knew your sister was a confrontational person, but to resort to violence, much less trying to hurt her own brother-in-law was outrageous. You certainly didn’t expect to see the two fighting when you returned from your play-date with Octavia and Charlie.  

“I will not tolerate violence in this household! Leave, and never come back!”  

I sent Stella a deadly glare as she smashed the door behind her strongly enough it almost came out of its hinges. Oh, how blind you were. Suddenly all those marks and occasional bruises Stolas sported made so much sense.  

“Come love, I need to tend to your wounds.”  

Gently grabbing his hand, I led Stolas to our bedroom. As I wept, begging for forgiveness for being so naïve and blind to the situation, we spent the rest of the day in each other's embrace.  

“I don’t care who you have to go thru, make it happen!” 

Stella shouted at the phone. Her sister dared to go against her, which was a grave mistake. She would not have her killed, no. She would have her suffer seeing the deaths of all those she held close, starting with her husband and her own child. A fate worse than death.  

“Understood.” 

“Starfire, Starflower, wherever are you hiding?” 

Stolas exclaimed, walking into his home. In order to have a relaxing afternoon with his family after what happened, he personaly went and booked the Loo Loo Land for a whole day only for his two darlings. They could enjoy the rides without having to wait in lines, win prizes, watch a private clown show and eat as many sweets as they would like.  

“Love?” 

He continued walking towards Octavia’s room, hearing slight noises emerging from within. As he carefully opened the door, his heart stopped. His little princess was crying hunched over a body. Your body.  

“(Y/N)!” 

Your cold corpse sprawled on the floor, a massive wound right through the heart, blood everywhere. This is wrong. This can’t be. This is not REAL! Stolas fell on his knees next to his daughter, screaming with all his power.  

“(Y/N)…"  

He took Octavia into his arms, taking her out of the room.  

“I failed to kill the right target. It won’t happen again.” 

A pale imp reported to his employer without a care in the world.  

“It better not...” 

[thepaperpanda]

A Whiteout || Tommy Shelby x wife!reader

Masterlist ❄

Summary: Tommy enjoys spending time with you during a whiteout.

Warnings: none

Word count: 713

Authors: Bear & Cass

A/N: today’s prompt: Stuck Inside a Snowstorm

Tommy gazed out the window pane into the raging snowstorm that was turning his house snow-white. However happy he was, although he loved winter, part of him longed to wrap the trees in woolens and make woolen garments for those who could not find shelter in his own home. Although he used to be considered a dangerous man, he was only doing what any man would do - protecting his loved ones and ensuring a decent living for them.

"Isn't it beautiful? There's something magical about all the snow falling down and covering the earth," you whispered, holding a mug of freshly brewed coffee in your hands as you walked into his office. You handed him the mug as he turned to you.

With a quiet and short thank you escaping his lips, Tommy accepted the mug, returning his attention to the world outside the window. "You're more than right, Y/N."

"It's just a shame we're stuck in here," you sighed before taking a sip of your drink. In fact, you didn't mean it that way - despite its beauty, winter was cruel enough to lock people inside their homes. Even though you disliked the low temperatures, you didn't complain. Tommy was always out running his shady businesses, while you stayed home and waited till late at night for him to return home to join you in bed. A chance like this to spend more time with your husband was like gold to you. "Come, there's the warmth of the fireplace in the living room. It's all nice and cozy."

Your pleas soon prompted Tommy to join you in front of the fireplace, where the fire danced happily, its tongues licking wood locks placed there by you.

With a smile, you set down your cup and wrapped your arms around his arm, enjoying his closeness.

When the clouds were a woolen gray shawl above the town, Tommy could still feel your shared happy memories and your presence itself emanated warmth, warming his soul up.

The moment was nice, but you needed something more. A brilliant idea suddenly struck you, and you got up from your place. 

As you walked to Tommy's gramophone, you picked out a vinyl and put it on; it was a nice slow song, and it would be perfect for dancing to. "Tommy?"

In a flash, Tommy grasped your idea - he got up from his seat, set the mug down on a wooden table, then approached you and gripped your waist with one hand, placing the other on your hip as he started slowly rocking with you to the rhythm of the music.

"It is just like our wedding day," you whispered, nuzzling his chest. "Perhaps getting stuck at home because of the snow wasn't so disastrous. I can finally spend some time with my husband."

He spun you slowly while his fingers caressed your back. "I know. I enjoy snuggling up next to you throughout this cold season."

"It's too bad you're not doing it more frequently. I miss you when you are out, doing God knows what all day."

He reminded you with a soft tap on the bridge of your nose, "Only because of my business do we have what we do. I'll try to spend more time with you, I promise."

"I know Tommy, I know. I just miss you so much. Not to mention that I am worried about you."

Tommy's grip on your waist grew tighter as snow fluttered outside the window. "You're the stunning wife of mine, and I adore how near we are getting."

As you pulled him into a gentle kiss, you chuckled softly, "I'd love to get even closer if I may be honest."

Tommy rubbed his face into your hair and mumbled, "Snow came down as heaven's sunlit glitter to bring our earth to a fresh sheen. Didn't it come as a remedy for our longings? For us wanting to be close again? Just you and I?"

You took his hand in yours and quietly said, "I think you're right. I've got an idea." Gently pulling him toward the staircase, you suggested, "How about spending this cold time in our comfy, warm bed together?"

A seed of anticipation sprouted as a tiny grin spread across his lips. "That's some brilliant idea."

[iambellarose1816]

You Keep Me Warm

@helsa-valentines-day

He lies awake, sleep not getting to him. He turns to his wife, who is fast asleep. Her hand on his chest, the diamonds of her wedding ring glimmering in the moonlight thats peaking out from the rain clouds.

He smiles at her sadly. He didn't know why she chose him. Why she would want to be with someone so broken, so lost.

He removes her hand from his chest, slowly and gets off the bed, his feet meeting the cold floor of their bedroom.

He wraps his nightgown around him as he heads towards the door. He takes one more look at his wife and leaves the room.

The night is silent. The only sound he can hear is the rain pouring down slightly. He heads towards the living room and sits on the couch. He closes his eyes for a brief minute until he hears his wife's soft voice calling for him.

He opens his eyes and sees her standing at the entrance, wrapped in her own nightgown to protect her from the cool air.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" She asks sweetly. He smiles at her and beckons her over to the couch.

She obeys and makes her way to sit next to him. "I can't sleep." He says truthfully. She raises a skeptical eyebrow at him, trying to figure out why he couldn't sleep. She knows that he is a deep sleeper, but today something is definitely bothering him.

"Talk to me, I'm your wife after all, you can tell me anything, I won't judge you." He smiles at her and brushes a strand of hair from her face. Her blue orbs staring at him intently, the same eyes that made him fall in love with her.

"Why me?" She furrows her brows at his question. "I'm sorry, I'm confused." She says. He looks at her, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. "Why did you choose me to be with?" She was taken aback by his question this time.

"Hans, what are you talking about?" She asks, still not raising her voice. He sighs heavily. "You could have had any guy, but you chose me? Why?" He looks at her, sadness taking over his facial features.

"Because you are not like any other guy. I wanted one that was imperfect, one that never hid his true self," She says as she takes his hands in hers. "I just fell for you, Hans Westergaard and I'll do it a million times over if I had that choice."

He shakes his head. "I don't deserve you, I don't deserve your love, Elsa." She takes her hands and cups his cheeks, making him look at her.

"When you went down on one knee eight months ago, I said yes. Why did I say yes? Because you, Hans Westergaard are my happiness, my light, you helped me and I love you for it."

He blinks rapidly, not believing what he was hearing. "I am broken, Snowflake. Why would you want me?" She was getting slightly frustrated at her husband. He still thinks he isn't good enough for her, enough for her love.

"When we first met I was broken too, remember? My parents just passed away that time. You were the one who managed to cheer me up and give me some high hopes."

He remembers that day clearly. How she didn't trust anyone at the time. How she was so isolated when they saw each other at the ice rink when he was finishing hockey practice and she was coming in to do her figure skating practice.

"Yeah, I do." Elsa places herself onto Hans's lap and snuggles against his chest. "You keep me warm." His heart warmed at her words.

He remembers how he told her that when they were three months into dating, when they went to his house on a cold day and they snuggled up on his couch, watching Harry Potter movies.

"I love you so much, Snowflake." He mutters into her vanilla scented hair. She kisses his chest and looks at him. "I love you too." She says. He leans down and kisses her softly.

"Thank you for making me feel worthy, for making me feel...loved." Elsa looks at him and shakes her head. "I should be the one thanking you. You made me feel loved."

Hans at that moment couldn't have been happier, more content in his life for having this woman who was snuggled against his chest as his life partner, his wife.

He wouldn't change her for the world. He was damn lucky she was his and his only. He loved her that much.

[minixmel]

Back Home - Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Type: Angst/Sad/Fluff

Summary: Bucky is in a mission again, and everything you do reminds you of him.

Word count: ~1032 words

Warning: none (reader have a kid and calls y/n "mommy"?)

A/N: This is the first writing that I post so please be gentle with me english isn't my first language :D I'm open to reviews to improve my writing skills :) I hope you'll still enjoy this fic <3

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« Come on, now that we read our story, it’s time to sleep. Good night baby. », I said kissing the forehead of my daughter.

« Good night mommy ! I love you ! »

« I love you too. »

I turn off the light and exited her room, closing the door. I went back in the living room and I sat on the couch next to my husband, who is reading a book.

« Ella is asleep, she asked me to read her Jack and the beanstalk again ! » I said laughing

« Really ! She asked it to me yesterday too ! I think she really loves it ! »

« Or maybe I’m a better reader than you ! »

« Yeah, no way, I think she loves the story »

We both laughed, and as I snuggle in his arms, even though the fire from the chimney produces enough heat, I said « Okay Mister, why don’t you show me your reading skills with this book. »

He just nodded and started to read his book out loud. His arms were wrapped around my shoulder, my head on his chest, listening to his heart beats and his calming voice reading the book.

« Mom ! Mom, come on wake up ! It’s morning, I’m hungry ! »

The voice of my 3 years old daughter woke me up.

« Oh, yeah...hum…why don’t you go watch the cartoons, I’m coming in two minutes, I’ll just wash my face. »

« Okayyy ! » She said going back to the living room to watch cartoons.

I get up of my bed, and I went to the bathroom to wash my face. I dreamed of him, again. I washed my face with cold water to wake me up and bring me back to reality. He’s not here anymore, it’s already been six months since he left and God knows when he’ll come back. I still remember that night of January when he told me that bad news.

« What do you mean you need to leave ? You just came back two month ago ! » I said with tears streaming down my face.

I looked like a mess. My eyes were red and puffy, tears were all over my cheeks.

« I know, but they need me ! It’s really important ! » Bucky said coming closer to me, and take me in his arms.

« I don’t want you to leave, again. Ella doesn’t want it either. She needs both of her parents here. » I said, wrapping my arms around Bucky’s torso.

« I know, I don’t want to go either. I don’t want to leave you, I’ll miss you both so much. » He said stroking my head and leaving a kiss on my forehead.

« I promise you, I’ll come back as soon as possible. I love you petal.»

« I love you too. »

I shook my head to wake me up from this memory. I was already in the kitchen making Ella’s breakfast. I pour some orange juice in a cup and I made her two slices of bread and jam. I call her so she can eat on the kitchen’s table. She quickly came and started eating her breakfast. I made myself some coffee and I ate a slice of bread and jam too. Once we were done, I put the dishes in the dishwasher and dressed Ella.

She went back to watch the cartoons while I got dressed. I did my makeup and I put some perfume and a necklace. I love his necklace, Bucky bought it to me. I still remember when he came back home after buying it.

I was sitting on the couch reading a book when I heard the door of the house being closed. Bucky came home.

« Hey, you’re back. How was work ? » I said putting a bookmark and closing my book.

« Yeah, great. But it doesn’t matter, I have something for you. » He said sitting next to me on the couch, hiding something in his back.

« Oh, okay. What is it ? » I said slightly laughing.

« This. » He said with a big smile, bringing his hand in front of him. He was holding a box.

I took the box and opened it.

« It made me think of you. You know, ‘cause of how I always call you ‘petal’. And it was really pretty, just like you. »

I was so amazed by his attention. I couldn’t stop smiling. A gold necklace was in it, with a pendant in the shape of a flower.

« Wow, thank you so much, but you didn’t have to. »

« Yeah, I know. But I wanted to. »

I took the necklace of his box and hand it to Bucky.

« Would you fasten it up for me ? »

He just nodded and brought the necklace around my neck. His hands brushed against my skin while he was closing it. Once he was done, he left a kiss on my neck making me shiver.

« Thank you so much, I love you. » I said turning my face.

« I love you too petal » He said and then our lips joined in a soft kiss.

I was taken of my daydreams by the doorbell ringing. I quickly dried the single tear that fell of my eye and go downstairs to open the door. It was 8 AM, who could it be? When I opened the door, I couldn’t believe it.

« Hey petal, missed me ? »

He had not changed, his hair might be a little longer and so did his beard, but he still had that same little smile he does after a joke and the same blue piercing eyes.

« Daddy ! You’re home ! » Ella said running to hug her dad. He took her in his arms, and laughed.

« Yes ! I’m back ! »

« I missed you ! » She said wrapping her arms around her dad’s neck.

« I missed you too bunny »

« Are you going to leave again ? » She said pouting.

« No, I’m staying now. I’m not leaving again. » He said smiling, looking me in the eyes.

[tomtenadia]

For the love of a kingdom - 23

Good evening. Here we are with another chapter. This one is a bit on the angsty side too. We are moving towards the end and things are developing.

The group arrived at the castle after hours of walking in the deep snow. Eventually they had met with the bane and told them that they had to flee the outpost and Aedion had confessed they were going back to the castle. Kyllian, Aedion’s second, offered to escort them. He had told the general that the castle had been abandoned since Perrington had been deposed. Only the cooks and some servants had remained and used it as a shelter.

“I assume all our quarters are still intact.”

“Yes sir, as far as we know the bastard only used two rooms. Welcome back sir.”

“Thanks. Kyllian, the rest of the Bane is on its way back. I want to set a patrol around the castle.”

“Yes, general.”

His second disappeared and Aedion went to gather the group and started taking them around the wing with all the quarters. Elide took over and he and Lysandra went back to the small cottage they had on the castle grounds. Aelin had gifted it to them when they had got married saying that it was not fair for them to live in a room in the castle. They needed their own space.

The couple stopped in front of the cottage and Lys hugged Aidan “I never hoped to see it again,” Aedion wrapped an arm around his wife “I missed this.” Aidan cooed at his dad and they walked inside the house hand in hand.

Nothing had changed. It was as if it had been frozen in time. Aedion went to work on the fire very quickly to warm up the place. It was deep winter and the place was frozen cold.

He took Aidan from his wife and Lysandra snuggled against his chest “we are home again.”

Aedion sighed and Lys looked up at him “Aelin will be fine,” she added knowing where his mind went.

“That was not her, whatever happened, something was wrong with her.”

“We will fix it.”

Aedion hugged her “I hope so. She is with Rowan, maybe he will help.”

Lysandra kissed her husband softly.

*

Elide took the rest of the group around the west wing, the one allocated to guests and started assigning rooms to all of them.

“I am going to enjoy sleeping in a big comfortable bed for once,” mused Fenrys, staring at his new quarters “my new kingdom.”

They all got their rooms and Elide grabbed Lorcan and pushed him in her own one. She pushed him on the bed “now you sit down and shut up,” he tried to protest but the look she gave him was enough to shut him up “don’t you ever dare to talk to Aelin that way you did today.”

Lorcan jumped up and raised in voice “she tried to kill us. She is a danger to us all.”

“She was not herself.”

“I do not fucking care. That woman belongs to a cell and in irons to keep her magic at bay. She is a monster.”

Elide slapped him hard “don’t you ever say that again. She is my best friend and we will help her. If you don’t want… that’s the door.”

“Elide, what she did was crazy.” He added, looking up at her almost unfazed by the slap.

She walked to him and stopped in between his legs “she is our queen, you better learn some respect.”

Lorcan’s hands landed on her hips and he dragged her closer “Fine, if you trust her that much, I will do too.”

“She is with Rowan,” whispered Elide, while her hands brushed through his long hair and her mouth gently touched his “They are probably having crazy sex.”

Lorcan kissed her with passion and pulled her to him until she straddled him.

“What are you intentions Salvaterre?”

“Let me just show you how much I think you are amazing.”

And Lorcan did.

*

Aelin and Rowan had returned back in Orynth and had decided to hide in Rowan’s house for now. Not the best idea but it gave them a dry and warm location to think about what to do next.

She sat on his bed and he noticed that Aelin still looked unwell.

“I do not have any woman’s clothes to give you.”

She turned her head to him slowly “Hm?”

Rowan walked to her and kneeled in front of his mate and gently caressed her cheek “I can give you a shirt and some of my trousers. A bit big but you have a change for the house.”

“Yes,” her voice back being flat and lifeless. 

Rowan feared the worst. Whatever Maeve did had not been removed. The carannam had provided just a temporary respite.

He kissed her hard to try and force a reaction out of her, but she barely noticed him. He was loosing her and it was driving him insane.

It was in the late evening when he woke up. He realised he had fallen asleep. Both he and Aelin had been exhausted. As he arose to wakefulness he felt a stab of pain in his chest. His eyes flew open and saw the the side of the bed empty. Aelin was gone.

He stood quickly and looked around the house but his mate was not around. Quickly he rushed outside but the streets were all empty. The panic was rising fast in him as the anguish spread through the bond with her.

“Aelin…” he called to the winds, deep grief in his voice.

In an instant he had transformed in a hawk and started circling the town. He flew for a good hour when he finally spotted her on a road heading out of Orynth. He flew to her and transformed right in front of his mate.

“Aelin, where are you going?”

But the person in front of him was not Aelin. Her eyes had turned dark and he could feel darkness around her. 

“Move away, rebel.” Her voice cold, while her fingers started to lit up.

“Where are you going?”

This time she did not speak. She just hit him with heavy flames but Rowan was quick enough to stop her.

“I will kill you,” Aelin walked closer and tried again to burn him but Rowan held her back. He was fighting only on the defensive. He was not going to hurt her.

“Aelin, it’s me. Rowan, please listen to my voice. We are mates.”

“I would never choose scum like you for a mate. You are a rebel.” Her tone deep with hate and disgust.

Aelin’s magic erupted all around him and he stopped it before it caught on trees and set the place on fire.

She extracted his dagger and started fighting him but thankfully he had far more experience and did manage to dodge all of her attacks although Aelin was a very skilled person with knives and swords. He finally grabbed her and trapped her with her back against his chest. He made her drop the dagger but Aelin kept trashing and throwing insults at him.

He knew that was not his Aelin but it hurt so damn much.

“We are going back home.”

“You have to kill me to make me come with you,” and screamed more.

In that instant a figure appeared from the shadows and when Rowan recognised Aedion he relaxed.

“Rowan?”

Aelin kept screaming and trashing but Rowan’s arms held her tightly.

“What’s happening?”

Rowan flinched “She is under some sort of spell again from Maeve.”

Aedion nodded “we have a carriage. We just finished delivering some supplies after another raid against Hamel. Put her in.”

Rowan could see the pain in Aedion’s words.

“The carriage is made of wood. She’ll burn it down.”

“I have iron cuffs inside.”

Rowan hated that. The mere idea of putting her through such pain again was heartbreaking but Aelin’s powers had to be neutralised until they could get to the bottom of whatever Maeve had done to her.

Aedion climbed in the back of the carriage and found a set of iron chains “Found them.”

Rowan was still holding Aelin while Aedion applied the irons.

“I am so sorry,” he whispered while kissing her head and his voice full of pure anguish for what he was doing to her “I will apologise forever. I am so sorry, fireheart.”

“Done.”

Aelin seemed to calm down and Rowan climbed in the back of the carriage with her.

“We are going back to the castle. We are all there now that she destroyed the outpost.”

The ride had been long and bumpy and Rowan never stopped holding Aelin in his arms and apologising to her. She was in pain. He could tell and the idea he was hurting her was more than he could cope with. Even if it was for her benefit. The bond made it really hard to hurt a mate.

After a while she started crying “Hurts…”

“I know, I am sorry. I know.”

Rowan closed his eyes and pushed the pain down.

When they finally had arrived at the castle Kyllian welcomed them and he was surprised at seeing the queen in Rowan’s arms. Aelin had eventually fallen asleep.

“Where are her quarters?” Asked Rowan.

“You can’t leave her around.”

Rowan glared at Aedion “I am not putting her in the dungeons,” his voice a deep growl “I will shield and protect the room but I am not placing Aelin again in a dungeon. Not after Endovier.”

Aedion nodded and guided the warrior to the queen’s chamber. Rowan only knew the location from the air.

Her quarters had remained the same and he thought about their beginning “Remember when we fucked the first time?” He kissed her head gently “I will fix this. I will get you back to me.”

Gently he deposited Aelin on the bed and lay down too, his arms wrapping around her body and that’s when he felt it. Aelin’s scent was different, there was something else and he remembered when it was Lyria who had been with child.

Aelin was pregnant. 

His mind started reeling at the situation. He now had to protect her more than ever.

*

Aedion found his father in the room that had been assigned to him “mind if I come in?”

Gavriel shook his head “come sit, what’s troubling you?”

He took a seat beside his father “I was out with the other for another raid. I was about to head back when I heard screams,” he started to recount the events that were troubling him “Rowan was fighting Aelin. Except that was not her,” a deep sigh “we got her in irons and back at the castle. Rowan will stay with her. I am terrified.”

Gavriel placed a hand on his son’s shoulder “We need to hope the carranam is enough to keep the curse at bay.”

“I need to deal with Hamel. I have to get rid of him too so that when Aelin is finally okay again she’ll have her kingdom back.”

“Aedion, you are second in line. You can be regent until that day. Give the country a bit of stability.”

Aedion shook his head “I can’t. It’s Aelin’s throne. I have no right.”

Gavriel turned and stared at his son in his eyes who reminded him so much of the woman he had loved more than life itself “She needs you now. Terrasen needs you.”

Aedion stood quickly “I am a warrior, I have no idea how to run a country.”

Gavriel stood too “You are the general, you know how to lead men. Imagine you are leading a far bigger army. Ask Lysandra to help you. I can help too and all of us will have your back. We are Aelin’s court.”

“You make it sound so easy.”

“It won’t, and we don’t know when Aelin will be back.”

Aedion sighed “I wish Dorian was here already. He is a king. He can rule.”

Gavriel groaned “That would be a mistake. The citizen will never accept the Adarlan’s king rules. You deposed a monster for another one in their eyes. They know you, though.”

He sat heavily back on the sofa and his head went in his hands “When I was just a soldier, life was much easier.”

“I know, my son, but now you are a father and a husband too. Think about doing this for your wife and son too. They need you more than ever.”

“Aelin will never forgive me for taking her throne.”

Gavriel chuckled “While my fellow rebels had issues with the queen, I always admired her in secret,” he confessed “She will be happy to know that you are the one looking after her people while she can’t. Aelin trusts you, Aedion.”

Another deep sigh left Aedion “King Dorian should be here soon. I will discuss things with him.” 

Aedion stood and left  and Gavriel stared at his son with a deep sense of pride in him. He rose his eyes to the sky as if to tell his mother that she had done a beautiful job and he would look after their son. 

He then left too and went to look for Fenrys and annoy the youngster a bit.

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[more-than-a-princess]

No Munday Meme, but have a blog + life update in bullet point form:

Spending most of today trying to tackle three replies. If I'm quiet, this is why: no messing around until I'm done! Including reading the book I'm in the middle of.

I really need a new promo. I'm not sure if I'm just going to be lazy and do an icon promo or commission a new graphic promo. Ideas? Has one or the other worked better for you?

While my husband is delighted to show me The Last Of Us TV show, I am bitter that the Gossip Girl reboot and Outlander are both ended/ending. I can only hope that this means we'll see a finished, and picked up, pilot for A Court of Thorns and Roses. Or Throne of Glass, I'm not picky: as long as neither end up on Disney+ because I don't trust them.

I have a giant collection of prints from conventions + etsy that I really need to hang up, and a stockpile of candles I should burn. However, that does not deter me from asking for more prints + candles (and fandom jewelry/accessories) for Valentine's Day. My husband only balks at the more suggestive art. Funny enough: I have no single character prints of Sonia. I've never seen one sold at a convention, and the style I'd want is less anime and more...fantasy style, I guess? Or at least similar design to my favorite book fandom artists. I also am amassing a collection of new, larger tea-sipping mugs, fandom sweatshirts (to exercise in outside and snuggle into inside!), and hardback copies of some of my favorite books to display in the house. Yes, when guests come over my fandoms will be front and center.

The only way to beat the cold and rainy weather is to plan new costumes for the 2023 convention season. So I am doing just that. Will I share them all here? We will see! Depends on how they turn out, though I can confidently say you will recognize one of them (because it's Sonia).

I got my husband an Amazon Alexa device to torture me with his favorite playlists, and instead she's a glorified tea timer. Which just went off.

And I just found a meme for a certain type of ship that I may need to share this week. Once I'm caught up on replies and have figured out the promo situation: for the first time in months, I'm light on threads!

[elisajdb]

Autumn Love III

Day Three: Cold

  Growing up in a village where her castle was surrounded by fire for nearly ten years, changed the natural weather landscape of her father’s village. Even though the fire was finally put out, it was still unusually warm. ChiChi was used to warmer springs,  hot summers, mild falls, and winters. When ChiChi married Goku and moved to Mount Paozu, she experienced a culture weather shock.  

 It was shockingly cold when the weather should be warm. Perhaps it was the elevation of the area or the numerous rolling mountains that surrounded Mount Paozu but it was unusually cold to ChiChi. The summers were chilly compared to the sweltering summer heat she dealt with in her home kingdom. Some mornings ChiChi slept with a blanket or snuggled closer to her husband for extra warmth. He was an unusually warm man and the cold weather didn’t bother him. While ChiChi would be in a thick robe in the morning, Goku would walk around in his boxers and tank shirt. ChiChi thought it was only her but her father commented on the cooler weather, too. Her father was a big man with a little padding of fat mixed with his muscles but to hear him comment on the chilly weather made ChiChi relieved it wasn’t just her.

 ChiChi adjusted to the weather wearing boots and thicker materials in her clothes. Their home was gifted with a furnace so ChiChi only worried about the coolness when she went outside. Trouble rose when a nasty storm passing by damaged the furnace. Parts were ordered but sadly wouldn’t arrive until a week. Until then, ChiChi had to brace against the cold.

 ChiChi made soups, hot cocoa, and hot ciders to keep her warm. Sometimes she took extra-long hot showers. It warmed her temporarily but not enough to be satisfied. One morning was so cold ChiChi wore a coat in the house. This provoked her husband to finally speak on ChiChi’s problem.

 “You’re just like Grandpa.”

 He said it with a laugh. ChiChi might’ve shrugged it off but being in a cold house for nearly a week made ChiChi irritable and Goku’s casual remark came off as an insult.

 “What does that mean?” ChiChi questioned. “Are you calling me old?”

 “No. Grandpa didn’t like the cold either. He always wore those heavy surcoats and smoked his pipe.”

 ChiChi sipped her apple cider. “So, even as a kid, the weather didn’t bother you? Does the cold ever bother you?”

 “It bothered me when I went to Muscle Tower in Jingle Village but that was really cold. There was thick snow everywhere and the wind was so cold. Here,” Goku shrugged, “it’s just warm. There’s no snow. I don’t understand how you are cold.”

 “My Dad talked about it, too. Maybe we’re normal and you’re not.”

 Goku laughed. “Yeah. I get that a lot.”

 A tinge of guilt struck ChiChi. She didn’t mean to say that. She heard enough stories about what Goku’s friends thought of him. ChiChi didn’t want Goku to think she saw him that way. “Sorry,” she apologized. “I don’t like this cold. I’m not used to it. It was always warmer on Mount Frypan.”

 “Maybe that means you are not the normal one,” he teased. “Your home was surrounded by fire for years. Your body got used to that.”

 He had a point and it was something ChiChi theorized but that didn’t mean she wanted him to say it as fact. ChiChi stuck her tongue out at him as she made a face. “Don’t do that.”

 “Do what?”

 “Sound too smart for your own good.” She smiled at him to let him know she was teasing. “I’m the brains in this marriage.”

 Goku copied that smile as he approached. “You have a problem with that.”

 ChiChi sipped more of her cider. “What problem?”

 “You misjudge me. You did it at the tournament.”

 ChiChi knew what Goku referred to but pretended to not know. “I don’t know what you mean.”

 “Sure you do.” Goku stood in front of ChiChi. He placed both hands on each side of her and leaned forward causing ChiChi to lean against the counter. “You told me I am incredible and not the goofball you used to know. Why did you think I was a goofball? What did I do?”

 “Oh, you know what you did.”

 Goku looked completely sincere. “No, I don’t. It confused me when you said that. I picked you up, took you to Master Roshi’s back home, and got engaged and didn’t know it.”

 “It was more than that. The pat-pat,” ChiChi reminded him. “You don’t think that was a goofball move?”

 “No.” And to prove his point, Goku patted ChiChi between her legs. She wore thick pants. It didn’t have the same effect when he patted her iron bikini but that point got across. “I was showing you what I liked!”

 “Oh, no you weren’t,” ChiChi giggled as she pushed his hand away.

 “No,” Goku agreed as he took ChiChi’s mug from her hand and placed it on the counter. “But I do now.”

 He was looking intently at her as if he wanted something badly. His looked caused her breath to quicken, her heart to stammer against her chest and blushing heat to creep up her face. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

 “You’ve been cold for days. I felt bad about it because it’s my home that’s making you cold.”

 “It’s not.” The playfulness fell from ChiChi’s face. She was serious now. “It’s all right. It’s only until the parts are mailed and then Dad can fix the furnace and the house will be warm again. None of this is your fault. Don’t think that.”

 Goku chewed his lower lip nervously. She was right but he still felt at fault. “I guess not but I do know a way to help you with this cold.”

 “What’s that?”

 Securing an arm around ChiChi, Goku pulled her against him and lower his face until their lips met. ChiChi’s eyes closed as she became wrapped in the heat of Goku’s body transferring to hers, intoxicated by his strong, manly scent as his tongue caressed her mouth requesting ChiChi to open up to him. ChiChi did so and nearly swooned at the possession of his lips and tongue in her mouth. As his hands slid to her hips, ChiChi’s went up into Goku’s hair.

 Watching him at the tournament, ChiChi picked up Goku was a quick learner in fighting. She hoped but was surprised at how quickly Goku picked up matters of intimacy. She also learned in the short time they’ve been together, Goku was a quick learner in what he applied himself to, and whatever he liked learning whether it was martial arts or intimacy, he mastered it and she reaped the benefits.

 Deeper and deeper, ChiChi fell under his prowess. Her breasts rose and fell against his chest; his hot breath fanning her skin tickled and heated her body from her face to the secret place between her legs. The kiss went on as their chest and hips rubbed together inciting friction that spread intense heat through their bodies until a rapid knock from the door forced them to part.

 “ChiChi! Goku! Are you home?” It was Gyumao. “I have the parts. It came early.”

 “Guess you don’t have to worry about that cold anymore but next time it happens,” Goku gave her another quick kiss before he left to answer the door. “I’ll take care of it.”

 Goku greeted her Dad as he stepped into her home. She smiled in greeting as she wondered what she could do to make it cold again.

[xutokawa]

s/o finding scratch marks on their back

pairings: atsumu x reader, oikawa x reader

genre(s): angst, fluff in beginning, cheating s/o

warnings: langauge, cheating, allusions to smut, mentions of alcohol

wc: 1.6k

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a/n: i feel like writing some angst and nothing says angst like an s/o finding out their partner is cheating :’) send requests for other haikyuu characters if you want some more! i already have a couple drafted up hehe

osamu and iwazumi ver.

kuroo and sakusa ver.

suna and bokuto ver.

akaashi and hinata ver.

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Atsumu

Curling yourself into a ball, you tightly clenched at the blanket, trying to imagine Atsumu’s warmth surrounding you. You dearly missed your husband, touch-starved from not seeing him for two days. A smile spread across your face knowing that he would be in your arms again in a couple hours.

You knew dating a pro-volleyball player would mean nights alone in your shared apartment. It was hard at first, but you slowly got used to it, knowing he would walk through the front door and come back home to you.

Later that day, you were quietly humming to yourself while cooking dinner for Atsumu and yourself when you heard the doorknob jiggling followed by the sound of keys. Excitement and anticipation coursed through your body as you quickly went to greet your husband at the door. As soon as the door opened to reveal the blond setter, you rushed into his arms.

“Y/n,” Atsumu breathed into your hair, holding you tight, “I missed you so much.”

Snuggling into his chest, you replied, “I missed you too.”

Pulling away, you looked up at him, “Dinner’s almost ready. Go wash up first.” 

Atsumu placed a quick kiss on your forehead, muttering a quick I love you before picking up his bags and heading towards your bedroom.

Hearing the shower turn on, you returned to cooking. Hands dry from washing the dishes, you decided to go grab some lotion, heading into the bathroom. You stopped dead in your tracks, however, when you glanced at Atsumu. 

Back turned towards you, the setter was unaware of your presence in the bathroom. Red, angry marks lined his broad shoulders as hickeys were dotted across his neck. You hadn’t even realized you were crying until your vision started blurring. Quickly slipping out of the bathroom, you went into your shared bedroom, packing a small bag with your belongings. Silent sobs racked your body as you imagined Atsumu’s breath on another’s neck, whispering sweet nothings into their ears as he gave himself away to them. 

You couldn’t believe it. Your husband, your Atsumu. More than anything, you wanted to know why? What did you not give? Was your marriage worth nothing to him? Texting your best friend, you told them you’d be staying at their house for the night, not offering further explanation. 

Did he mean it when he proclaimed his love earlier? You couldn’t help but wonder how many times he’s done this. How many times has he betrayed your trust, indulged in another person as you patiently waited for his return. Scoffing in anger, you hastily pulled your ring off your left hand, placing it on his bedside table along with a note. Anger surged through your body as you stared at the diamond gleaming at you, memories of the day Atsumu got down on one knee as he asked to spend the rest of his life with you flooding back. That day, you left, never turning back, putting the past five years with Atsumu behind you.

The apartment was noticeably colder when Atsumu finally stepped out of the shower. Quickly changing, he walked out to the kitchen, craving your embrace. He couldn’t wait to sit down and just talk, maybe cuddle and watch a movie until the both of you fell asleep in each other’s arms. The setter missed you dearly during his time away, and he wanted to make up for lost time. However, you were nowhere to be found. He searched through the entire apartment only to be met with silence. 

Maybe she went out to buy something, Atsumu thought to himself. His thoughts were interrupted, however, when he noticed a note on his nightstand. 

‘I’ll be gone for a couple of days. I’ll eventually come back for the rest of my stuff, but I just can’t bear to see you right now. I hope it was worth it. Glad to know our marriage was worth dog shit to you. Don’t come looking for me, the last thing I want to see is you right now.’

The note in the setter’s hands began to shake as he glanced at your wedding ring on the table. He thought he heard the door open in the shower earlier, but didn’t think much of it. It was only when his shampoo ran down his back that he realized he had marks on his back. Atsumu knew he messed up as soon as the deed was over. Your comforting smile continuously flashed through his mind as he pulled his shirt back over his head. He felt sick to his stomach opening his phone to find a text from you telling him to take care of himself when another person’s scent lingered on him. 

He couldn’t lose you. He needed to find you, tell you it was all a drunken mistake. It was the alcohol, not him. The thought of you despising him made the setter choke out a sob, rushing out the door in hopes to catch up to you. It didn’t mean anything to him. It was getting too lonely without you, and he indulged in alcohol in hopes to fill the void. His eyes searched frantically, legs and lungs burning from running down countless flights of steps, hoping to catch a glance of you and bring you back him.

But it was too late. It was over. Atsumu already ruined everything.

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Oikawa

Frustration boiled through Oikawa as he rubbed his hands over his face. He didn’t mean to lash out at you, after all, you were just being a caring partner. Concerns for the setter’s health turned into a full-blown argument resulting with you in tears and Oikawa at a local bar, drowning his misery in liquor. His state of mind grew foggier with each shot he downed. So when the scent of perfume engulfed his senses as seductive whispers filled his ears, he gave in.

You were waken up by the sound of a clatter coming from the kitchen followed by a loud ‘fuck!’ 

Groggily, you glanced at the alarm clock on your nightstand.

12:47am

Heading towards the source of noise, you found your boyfriend curled in a ball on the ground. The stench of alcohol overwhelmed your nostrils as you attempted to get your boyfriend to stand. 

You couldn’t help but smile at the ‘I’m so sorry, y/n’s and the ‘Please forgive me’s coming out of your boyfriend’s mouth, assuming he was referring to your earlier argument. Sighing, you laid him down on your mattress, walking towards his closet to grab his pajamas. With great struggle, you successfully peeled the shirt from Oikawa’s back before he flopped back down on the mattress. Preparing to shove his night shirt over his head, your movements froze as you took in the claw marks running down his back. Blood running cold, you glanced at the setter’s face, seemingly peaceful as he slept. 

Anger coursed through your veins at the thought of him running into another person’s arms when your relationship got a little tough.

Pathetic.

You scoffed as you threw his shirt on the ground. Blinded by rage, your mind didn’t register your hand coming in contact with his cheek.

A loud smack sounded through the empty night as Oikawa’s eyes shot open.

“You piece of shit,” you venomously spit out.

Confusion visible clouded Oikawa’s eyes as he began adjusting to his surroundings, obviously sobering up.

“Y-y/n, what was that for?” Oikawa began sitting up, eyebrows furrowed together.

“So what, we have one argument and you decide to go fuck some random person?” You raised your voice at the man sitting in front of you.

“What are you talking about? I didn’t-”

“Cut the crap, Oikawa,” ignoring the pain flashing through Oikawa’s eyes at the use of his last name, “The hickey on your neck and scratch marks are more than enough proof that you cheated on me.” 

Panic flashed in Oikawa’s eyes as he realized what was happening, the gravity of the situation registering in his mind. He cheated on you.

“I-” Oikawa stuttered, words getting stuck in his throat at the thought of losing you. He couldn’t even make excuses, knowing he had been caught red-handed in his infidelity. 

“I’m staying in a hotel for the rest of the night. I’m coming back tomorrow afternoon, and your shit better be out of here by then,” your eyes hardened as you turned around, beginning to pack a small bag with essential belongings. Panic rose in Oikawa as he scrambled to stop you.

“Wait, y/n, let’s talk this out,” Oikawa pleaded, tears welling in his eyes, “We can fix this, right? You can’t leave me, I love you!”

The setter’s heart shattered as you flinched away from his touch, as if it physically hurt you to be near him.

“If you truly loved me, you wouldn’t have cheated on me,” you managed to choke out, zipping up your bag. 

“I do love you, y/n! Please, believe me,” Oikawa desperately pleaded, sobs racking his body, “I didn’t mean to! It didn’t mean anything, y/n, I can fix this, I promise!”

“You seem to have a habit of breaking your promises, Oikawa,” your voice audibly weaker. You needed to get away from him, away from the source of your heartbreak. 

“Y/n, wait! Please-” Oikawa’s voice was cut off by the slam of the front door. 

It wasn’t until 47 missed calls, 118 messages, and 32 voicemails later, that Oikawa realized you were never coming back to him. You had walked out of his life forever, and it was all his fault.

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For my 500 follower + Holiday celebration

Bucky Barnes + “You look cold.” + “Can we just cuddle all day?”

Warnings: mention of sex/implied sex (nothing explicit)

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Let’s Stay Inside

A snowstorm raged outside your bedroom as your eyes fluttered open. You groaned as the realisation hit you that you wouldn’t be able to do the Christmas shopping or any of the other errands you had been planning on doing that morning.

“You look cold. C’mere.” Bucky whispered from beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling your back to his bare chest. You didn’t have the heart to tell him that his vibranium arm pressed against your torso was just as chilly as the cold morning air. He had no choice over the material his prosthetic was made from and all you wanted was to be held by your husband.

“Mhmm, I love snuggles with you.” You slurred in your sleepy state.

“Then that settles it, we’re staying in bed the whole day.” He declared, placing a kiss to the top of your shoulder.

“I think the girls would protest against that.” You chuckled, knowing in a matter of minutes your two daughters would storm into your room and start jumping on the bed.

“They can join us.” He suggested, his lips only leaving your skin for a moment as they trailed kisses from your shoulder to your neck.

“Then you might want to put some pants on before they barge in here.” Chuckling at the memory of when your eldest was finally tall enough to reach door handles, entering your bedroom unannounced as you and Bucky scrambled to get dressed in your ensuite in the wake of taking a shower together. After that day, a lock was installed.

“Funny, you couldn’t wait to get them off last night.” He chuckled before reluctantly sliding out of bed and clumsily pulling up a pair of sweatpants.

“You’re one to talk - I distinctly remember you ripping my blouse off first.” You teased, as Bucky picked up the discarded clothes and threw them in the hamper.

“Well I think we’ve already established I can’t get enough of you Mrs Barnes.” Bucky said, climbing back in bed, hovering over you, placing an exceedingly passionate kiss to your lips. You almost lost yourself in his taste until you heard the squeak of your door and the patter of small feet.

“Daddy it’s snowing!”

“I know munchkin, isn’t it pretty?” It astounded you how quickly he was able to flick a switch from looking like he wanted to devour you, to the next second being the devoted father, giggling as your youngest jumped into his arms. It only made him sexier in your eyes.

“Mommy, how will Santa get to us if it’s snowing?” Your eldest asked, joining you on the bed, eyes sad at the prospect that Santa wouldn’t be able to reach the house if the snowstorm continued for the next few days.

“Santa has magic, baby, he’ll be safe to fly in the snow.” You said, bopping her nose, an action which never failed to put a smile on her face.

“Magic like daddy’s friends?” Your youngest questioned.

“Is Santa an Avenger?” Your eldest asked excitedly before either of you had a chance to answer the first question.

“Shhh, it’s meant to be a secret.” Bucky whispered and both girls started giggling as Bucky tickled them, blowing a raspberry on your youngest tummy.

“What do you girls want to do today while it’s snowing?” Bucky asked as both girls caught their breath after laughing too much.

“Can we just stay in bed and cuddle all day? I’m cold.” Your eldest asked as she leaned back into your chest, fiddling with your wedding ring after you wrapped your arms around her.

“Cuddles all day it is! I can't have my queen and little princesses cold!”

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[bumbleklee]

Maybe a Childe x reader x Zhongli (poly) domestic fluff/parenting headcanons? (Fem pronouns preferred)

poly parenting is very rare but i feel like it’s going to become more common as we progress as a society :)) hope u enjoyed 

before reading: usual cut for baby/child/parenting lol, also there’s no mention of who the father is (could be whoever u want)

babies

you were married to your husbands for a little over a year before you surprised them with a pregnancy announcement

all of you were excited to start your family and were elated to find out you were having twins, a little girl and boy

though they both loved each child equally, zhongli tended to spend more time with your daughter and childe your son

your family was untraditional but you made it work

having three sets of hands around really helped alleviate the stress of being a mother (you had to feed your children and there was a special connection and bond you had with them that your husbands didn’t)

zhongli had no problem getting up at night to help with diaper changes or fussy dreams and childe liked to take your babies on walks through liyue during the day

when your babies grew old enough to start doing things on their own, it was a race to see whose name they were going to say first

your son blabbered out “mama” one day and childe pouted for a week straight

your daughter fell behind your son for a while, becoming the second to roll over or start crawling or talking so zhongli took extra time to sit with her at night and help her catch up

so it really wasn’t a surprise she said “dada” to him (childe was very upset again)

zhongli or you are in charge of dressing the babies since childe literally forgot to put on their onesies once

childe is the warmest though and sometimes when he falls asleep on the couch, you and zhongli will lay the babies on top of him because he’s like their personal heater (it’s also really cute)

lots of family cuddles in your big bed

your husbands on either side of you and your babies somewhere in the middle

children

cue childe running through the house with your son on his shoulders and your daughter nearly falling out of his arms

zhongli is the type of dad to scold his kids for sneaking snacks before dinner but absolutely cracking when they give him puppy-dog eyes (you and childe are the ones who sneak them the snacks)

sometimes zhongli is a little hard on the kids, making them do their homework as soon as they get home or making them read chapter books early

he just wants them to be smart and excel but you and childe often have to remind zhongli that they’re kids and they have their entire life to prepare for the future

your daughter is still infatuated with him and it’s nice to have intimate moments with her and zhongli when childe takes your son out for the day (you have intimate moments with childe too)

zhongli has tea parties with your daughter and childe teaches your son how to use a bow at a much too young age

you have family nights every weekend, whether it’s zhongli sharing a story from his past or childe giving the kids a new game to play together

you have a heart attack anytime your kids do something reckless and since childe is one of their fathers, they’re constantly doing reckless things

one time you came home to zhongli tied up to a chair and both of your kids circling him thrusting empty paper towel rolls into the air

their excuse was that daddy said dad was a dragon and we were the knights that needed to capture him

zhongli was not amused

this is obvious but these kids are SPOILED

you and zhongli definitely try to ration gifts and presents but if your kids really want something, they go to childe who they know will buy it for them instantly

your daughter becomes a bit of a diva because of this, demanding new cor lapis earrings everytime you all head down to the harbor (and childe always gets them for her)

the most important thing the three of you agree on is that your kids can be whoever they want - they’re allowed to wear any style of clothing that makes they comfortable, cut their hair or grow it out, experiment in their gender expression and sexuality

you know liyue is changing and your kids are going to be the future

you get very emotional the more milestones your kids reach because you know it means they’re growing up and they’re not your little babies anymore

The day your twins start their first day of school, you’re an emotional mess. You were an emotional mess the night before and no matter how much your husbands consoled you, the feelings carried over. 

You were helping your son put on his jacket when your eyes filled with tears again and you found yourself crushing the little boy in your arms. 

“Mama, I can’t breathe,” He said quietly. The five year old wiggled in your arms and you finally let him go, wiping your eyes. Childe was beside you the second he heard you sniffle and took over dressing your son. 

“Isn’t it too hot for a jacket?” Zhongli commented from across the room where he was tying your daughter’s sneakers. Her outfit was very cohesive (and very expensive). 

“What if it starts raining? Or what if it’s cold in the classroom! Or what if there’s a sudden snowstorm-”

Your ramblings are interrupted by Childe wrapping an arm around your kneeling body. “It’s going to be fine,” He says, “If you get too hot, you can take off the coat. Alright, bud?” 

“Okay, daddy.” 

Zhongli finishes stuffing the kid’s backpacks with their school supplies and helps each child slip their arms through the straps. He was hesitant to send your children to a school at first, wanting to homeschool them, but you insisted that it would be better for them. You had gone to school in Liyue and the people that taught you were the same people that would be teaching your children. 

“We’re going to be late,” Childe said, checking the time, “Everyone ready?”

There was a chorus of “yes” and Childe gathered your children at the front door. Your bottom lip was still quivering at the sight of the twins in their new clothes and little backpacks. Childe grabbed each of their hands and Zhongli trailed behind, opting to wrap an arm around your waist in case you started crying again. 

“Whose more excited?” Childe teased, starting the short walk to the school building. 

“I am!” Your daughter cheered.

“No, I am,” Your son said quieter. Childe only laughed and flexed his bicep, pulling both kids off the ground for a moment. They giggled. 

“They’re excited!” You blubbered to Zhongli, unable to control the tears. Zhongli wiped away your tears with a small smile.

“Isn’t that a good thing?” He asked. 

You nodded and repeated, “They’re excited.” 

“Daddy, are you and mama and dad going to go to school too?” Your daughter asked. Childe peered over his shoulder and shared a cheeky grin with you and Zhongli. 

“We’re too old for school,” Zhongli answered. 

“Oh,” She said, “Then what are you going to do?”

The question made you and your husbands freeze. What were you going to do? You had dedicated the last five years of your lives to spending every waking moment with your babies, what were you going to do now that they wouldn’t be with you for hours at a time?

“I think mama is going to miss you,” Childe answered cheekily, “And me and dad are going to practice sparring. Root for daddy, okay?” 

Zhongli rolled his eyes but was too tired to counter. The kids laughed again and cheered for Childe until all of you arrived at the school building. It blended right into the city of Liyue and you would have missed it if it wasn’t for the familiar woman standing outside. She greeted you, ecstatic to see a former student of hers now had children of their own. 

Childe and Zhongli said goodbye to the twins first, kissing their cheeks and ruffling their hair. They moved to the side and let you crouch down to their level. You bit your lip to hold back even more tears and wrapped your arms around your kids. You pulled them into your chest and they snuggled right in. 

“Be good to Madam Changyang, okay?” You whispered into their ears. 

“We will, mama,” Your daughter answered and your son agreed. Finally, you pulled away and Madam Changyang gave you a sympathetic smile before ushering your kids inside the building. 

“You did good,” Zhongli told you when you stood back up. “They’ll be back in your arms in no time.”

It was Childe’s turn to hold and kiss you. “Would a nice lunch at the Pavilion cheer you up? My treat.” 

[saudade-mayari]

Tonight

Kakashi Hatake x wife!reader

warnings: none, just Kakashi’s lowkey breeding kink lmao

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The small and humble household that you live with the man you’ve been through thick and thin has never felt so alive and warm. The sight of colorful lights around the corner of the house while a little girl runs around the living area, wearing her favorite pink dress that had a little embroidery of Hatake insignia at the back felt like a fantasy…Too perfect, in fact.

And the little girl seems to be excited to complete the Christmas tree than seeing her father who’s probably on the way home.

“Sweetie come here don’t run too much.” You said, opening your arms for your five-year-old little princess to snuggle in between your chest.

The little girl complied, giggling while tugging off the long silver hair that she obviously got from Kakashi. You chuckled at the sight, thankful that she didn’t get Kakashi’s spiky-looking hair and instead got your straight hair.

“Momma, are we going to put up the star already?” She said sitting in front of you, brushing her long silver hair that Kakashi loves to caress.

“Let’s wait for your dad, ‘kay?”

She nodded in excitement. Letting you braid her hair. Soon enough you prepared the meals for Christmas Eve and worry start to cloud in your thoughts. He isn’t home yet and Kakashi never misses Christmas Eve no matter what circumstances. He knows it’ll make his daughter sad and it’s the last thing Kakashi would want to happen.

You sighed. There’s no way he would miss it. You found your daughter sleeping on the couch that made you giggle because she holds a little figurine of the sixth Hokage all in white formal Kage robes, his own dad that he gets to see on almost an everyday basis. At first, Kakashi was hesitant to buy a figurine of ‘him’ and you find it so hilarious, but how can he possibly decline her daughter’s wishes?

One thing you are thankful for is in such a young age, she knows how busy it is to become a Hokage. She looks up to her father more than anyone.

You were about to carry her when the door unlocked. Showing your daughter’s first love, still wearing his white robes all covered in snow.

“You’re home.” You said while the silver-haired man is taking off his shoes and pulling down his mask

Kakashi’s hands snaked down your waist, pulling you close to give you a kiss that you have wished it lasted more longer. He then showed a box that you definitely knew the smell. It was your daughter’s favorite cake. “I got her favorite cake. It took me long though.”

You chuckled as you rested your body to his chest, hugging his cold formal Kage robes “I thought you won’t make it.” You whispered

“Not in my lifetime, honey.” He said as his dark orbs darted to his daughter. Passed out and still holding her favorite figurine while muttering ‘Daddy let’s put up the star already’

You both chuckled at the scene while Kakashi kneeled to kiss her daughter’s cheek. “You’re still playing that figurine sweetie..”

Your heart swelled at the sight. It’s something that you never get tired of seeing. It was emotional, remembering how Kakashi was messed up and panicked when he first held his daughter. He was a crying mess, he didn’t know what to do but now he is naturally cuddling his kid and he was even in denial that he was crying. You finally took the cake to put it on the table and fixing up the plates for Christmas Eve.

The high-pitched voice and laughter of your husband echoed around the room. You smiled. They are putting the star together. It was almost traditional and the way your daughter was able to put Kakashi a pink scarf every holidays is too sweet for you to handle.

“y/n Darling, come here.” He cooed, while your daughter sits on Kakashi’s shoulders, holding his hair while smiling at you, waiting for you to cuddle with them. Needy kids. You said to yourself.

“Mom look! Our Christmas tree is done!” She giggled, making you and Kakashi smile in response. The loud rings of the clock finally alarmed. It’s midnight.

Christmas. Kakashi took the little girl and held it on his arms, looking at you with nothing but emotion and happiness.

“Merry Christmas, my girls.” He said as he kissed the top of your head, pulling you close to him. It was so short. No special message and no fancy words. It was just simple Merry Christmas and yet the tears you were suppressing since he came home finally fell down. Kakashi smiled, pulling you closer to his chest while he kissed his little girl’s cheek.

“Your mom is crying again, sweetie” Kakashi joked

“Maybe mom missed you. You’re not sleeping in your room Dad. Momma’s sad.” The kid unknowingly, once again filling the household with loud waves of laughter.

“It’s not baby, let’s go eat. Daddy bought your favorite cake” You said which made the little girl jump in excitement, once again running around the living area that made you chase the little girl to the dining room that lights up the whole Hatake household.

As much as Kakashi enjoyed watching the open flames in the fireplace, something was restful and much more calming than a warm fire and watching the flames dance against the wood.

It was this sight. His family. His own family.

But before you can finally enter the dining area, Kakashi pulled you close for a deep and passionate kiss. His hand wrapped around your waist while his hands cupped your cheek. He stared at your tumble of (h/c) locks that cascaded down just past your shoulders and delicately framed your face. The adorable features, the coloring in your cheeks had a similar look just like his daughter.

Especially the eyes that always captivate him.

“I love you.” He whispered

“I love you too, Kakashi.”

“We have four dining chairs and I think it’s sad that only 3 people are sitting there.” He casually said, giving you a peck at your cheeks as he walks by the dining area

“Are you suggesting we add another one?”

“Consider it as a present for her.” He cooed. Whispering near your earlobes that you knew what it meant.

“Present? Are we going to have a new puppy Dad?! Pakkun will be mad!” The kid asked, Kakashi then took her on the dining chair while putting a bib on her. He was now caressing his little girl’s silver hair. She’s almost a spitting image of Kakashi, but the evident features of her nose and eyes were definitely from you.

You were stoned, your cheeks flamed by the sudden tease of your pesky husband, making Kakashi smirk in victory.

“It’s more than just a pup sweetie and we’re making it tonight.”