#pink on valentine's for my beautiful wife

[atdawn]

I’m sure you have wings hidden behind your back Anyone can tell you're my angel.

[percyluvr]

percy jackson x aphrodite cabin counselor!reader summary: valentine's day at chb brings you and your best friend closer than ever wc: 1.4k

Today was your favorite day at Camp Half-Blood, Valentine's Day. Maybe it was cliché considering you were an Aphrodite kid, but there was just something about Valentine's Day that was addicting to you. Maybe it was the weeks leading up to it that you played matchmaker even more than you normally did as counselor of the Aphrodite cabin, or maybe it was the cute and overpriced chocolate that the Stoll brothers smuggled into camp for the annual Valentine's party.

However, one thing was for sure: it was not because you had a valentine or were in love. Well, you were in love but still had no valentine which came as a huge surprise to all of your siblings, but even more so your friends at camp. 

Since you were 14 and made cabin counselor, you always had a date to your own Valentine's party. This year was different though, you'd realized your crush on your best friend at the Christmas party and knew then that you couldn't break another person's heart by taking them as your date to the Valentine's party and then dumping them the next day. After you completed the 'rite of passage' as an Aphrodite kid, you decided that you didn't have it in you to break anyone else's heart, so whoever you dated next had to be it for you. 

Today you'd woken up nearly on cloud nine. You'd gone about your routine as normal and then got to work assigning tasks for your siblings to set up the party. While everyone at Camp Half-Blood was invited to the party, you still liked to make invites, because really, why have a party if you can't make cute pink invites for everyone?

Usually, parties like this for 'minor' holidays wouldn't be allowed at Camp Half-Blood, but Mr. D and Chiron, mostly Chiron, made an exception because of how much it meant to the Aphrodite cabin. Mr. D only let you host it because you somehow convinced the Olympians to let his wife come down to accompany him to the party. 

Now, after assigning your siblings to their task, handing out invites, and making sure the party was ready, you were sitting at your vanity, redoing your makeup and hair, while your best friend, Percy, laid on your bed and juggled your stuffed animals, which you usually would have found weird or annoying, but now you couldn't help but notice just how beautiful he was. His black hair always sat messily atop his head, nearly never fully dry because he couldn't keep himself from jumping into the water whenever he felt like it. Before last year, you would've fixed his hair and chastised him for jumping into the lake because it made his hair all weird, but you just admired it now. 

Not wanting to get caught staring, you turned back to your mirror, not noticing the way Percy stared at you with hearts in his eyes in the back.

"You look so cute," he said mindlessly, his brain immediately yelling at his mouth for always saying things he meant to keep to himself.

"What'd you say?" You ask, mad at yourself for not hearing him and hanging onto his every word.

Percy had never felt relief like that in his life.

"Nothing, I just said you look like a fruit," he said, mentally facepalming. "You look like a fruit," what the hell is my problem?

"That doesn't even make sense, but okay," you say, rolling your eyes. 

"Sure it does, if your mind is as awesome as mine."

If your eyes could roll to the back of your head and stay there, yours might as well have already because of how many times you roll your eyes around this boy, but never out of real annoyance. How can someone who would typically be so annoying with his stupid jokes be so cute.

"No," you say to yourself. If I keep thinking like this, I'm just going to mess up our friendship.

Little did you know, the boy you were thinking about was thinking about you in the exact same way.

"Hey, when are you going to be done? The party is in like 10 minutes."

"Yes, Percy, I know, it's not like I'm hosting the party or anything," you say, feigning annoyance. "You can go on your own if I'm taking up too much of your 'precious time', y'know," you say, hoping but deep down knowing that he wouldn't go without you.

"Oh come on, you know damn well I would never go to a party without you, especially a party you're hosting, we're best friends," he says, immediately regretting the last words he said as soon as he heard himself say them.

Friends. That's all you are to him.

"Right, what am I thinking?" He hears you 'laugh', and if Percy Jackson knows anything about anything, he knows that is not a real laugh, but he doesn't know what to say to make it better. 

"Well, I'm done now, I just need to put on my dress, just stay here," you state, sauntering off into the walk in closet. You choose your cutest red dress to pair with your darling white cowboy boots, but can't manage to tie the straps into bows yourself, so you decide to ask Percy for help.

"Hey, can you come in here? I need your help tying this!"

Percy blushes, but walks in nonetheless, and is immediately astonished at the amount of clothes in just your closet alone.

The sight of your bare shoulder and small manicured hands holding up your dress was enough for him to combust on the spot, but he held himself together. 

The sight of the dark red tint on his cheeks brought a cheeky smile to your face, knowing that your plan was set in motion.

His fingers shakily grabbed the ribbons on the dress and tied a bow on each shoulder, but not without him accidentally touching your shoulders with the pads of his fingers. 

His touch could've lit you on fire, even though he was a son of Poseidon, not Hephaestus. Even the tiniest touch was absolutely intoxicating.

You turned around and grabbed Percy's hand. If touching your shoulders was just the first step of becoming addicted to you, he was fully ready to do anything for you now.

It's not like you two never touched each other, but it was never quite like this. Not when you both had a sneaky feeling that the other felt the same way that you did.

Even when you got to the party, you stayed near each other. When you went up to the front of the party and went over your yearly Valentine’s spiel, he was at your side. When you went to get some of the definitely not spiked punch, he was at your side. 

When the slow dance songs came on, he gently grabbed and moved your hand from his to his shoulder.

The way you looked into each other's eyes could in itself be a public display of affection. The pure love in your eyes for each other shut all of your admirers down without you even having to say anything. Your faces slowly got closer to each other, still staring into each other's eyes.

"Are we about to kiss right now?" he asked, mostly as a joke, but a small part of him still had hope.

What he didn't expect was for you to softly, with your honey-like voice, "I don't know about you, but I definitely hope so."

With your consent, he felt like his lifelong wish was coming true, and he immediately pushed his slightly chapped lips onto yours. 

The feeling of finally getting to kiss each other was like the best thing in the world but 500x better. He tasted vaguely like a weird but good combination of saltwater and cookies. 

The longer you kissed, the more passionate it got, and this was definitely pda now. His sharp teeth gently bit down on your bottom lip, causing your mouth to open, allowing his tongue in. You'd never felt something so perfect in your life.

When the two of you finally split, it felt like when you were a little kid and your parents took away your toys.

"Not sure about you, sugar, but that was singlehandedly the best kiss I've had in my life," he said with a smile.

a/n: book!percy my beloved also happy valentine's day to everyone reading this! <3

[wolfytoothy]

miles as a father

stuff I'd think earth 42 miles would react, say,do, to you being pregnant and a first time father.

when you first came to Miles saying you pregnant. It was valentines day. So while you guys were at dinner you broke the news to him.

He was excited as fuck.

He was also nervous as fuck. He wasn't quite sure what to do with himself. Considering he was the prowler and stuff. But he made it work.

Matter fact, he was a W fiance. (Yea you guys are engaged)

He made sure you were okay, and never left you alone, he was everywhere. And when he was on a mission he made SURE to call and test you when he can.

He also when he's away, he leaves you at your agency were he KNOWS you'll be safe, considering that your besti is way to overprotective like him it makes perfect sense.

"Miles, I'm not a baby, I can take care of my self"

"Nuh uh, what happens is the enemy finds out bout you and desided to come after you, what then"

"Miles you and I both know that's a low risk"

"The chances are low, but never 0"

He goes everywhere with you, when you go shopping, run Aarons.

"Hey, aren't you supposed to be on maturity leave"

"Yea?"

"They why are my eyes looking at my pregnant wife, taking calls and giving orders like she is not" he said frowning a bit.

"Miles I run I company what do you want me to do" you complained

And best believe this man monitors you when you have to be back in control for a few minutes.

"Hey, time to stop" he said snapping his fingers.

"Miles I'm handling something"

"I don't care. Let J.B. handle it, I can see you stressing, let's go"

"Miiiillles🥺"

And don't think just because your pregnant he won't be taking you out on those dates.

"princesa, luciendo hermosa como siempre" (princess, looking beautiful as always) he said taking your hand assisting you put the car.

"gracias, mi amor" (thank you my love)

And don't think just because your pregnant, you don't dress fine as fuck. YOUR EATING IT ALL UP.

And of course miles always knows what to say and do when you cry.

It was a long day, and you guys ordered take out. You were 19 weeks pregnant. You guys ordered take out. And as soon as you looked in the bag, you groaned.

"What? Something wrong?"

"Yes bro,?" You whined on the verge of tears.

"Mama what's wrong?"

"They got my order wrong" you cried bursting into tears.

"What me to go get your right order-"

"No it's fine I'll eat it"

"Mami-"

"It's fine miles I'll eat it"

and you know your boy is always purpared with those complimentsin hand and jokes that would make you feel better.

When it was the gender reveal party. He was mighty confident it was girl.

And of course mama Rio planned the baby shower AND the gender reval party.

When he found out if was a girl. That man was on a mission.

He brought new clothes, new shoes, new everything. Never in one million years would you think YOU would be the one telling him to "put it back", or "we have that at home" that was usually his line, but that while week. He was obsessed.

"Aww, ma look" he Said holding up pink little baby shoes

"Awww, that's cute, but we have that already"

"It won't hurt if she has two-"

"Put it back boy"

This man would rub your stomach, rub your back, do your hair, clean, cook, pamper you basically. And don't think you didn’t return. He he wanted to be the perfect husband then you could be the perfect wife right tf back.

But when it came to that nursery. You had a whole intire fight with him just so hevwoukd let you help out with the nursery.

"Miles please, you've been working your ass off lemme help"

"You can help by relaxing and letting me be your man"

"Don't start"

After a full 2 days of arguing. He finally caved in and agreed.

Finally the time came.

You were up stairs in the nursery, 9 months pregnant, 3 days past the due date, currently organizing clothes while Miles cleaned the kitchen. It was night, and you two were up late trying to get this damn baby out, but rested and decided to relax a bit. It wasn't till then you got up to pee.

So naturally you got up. Till you felt water trickle down your leg. Instantly.

"Uh. MILES"

"Huh!?"

"MY WATER BROKE"

Lemme tell you... that car was going 120 miles per hour. Whole assing down that high way nearly about to get pulled over.

This man waisted no time.

So now you were in the hospital room, getting contractions. But you weren't dilated enough yet, so the doctor had to make you walk around.

"Wait so your telling me these contractions are gonna get worse!?"

"Yes, ma'ma. You want the epidural when you can"

"Hell yes"

So you got the epidural and now you were just waiting.

Till the time came.

Thats when the baby girl was Born.

Maya Juanita Morales L/n

Born March 28.

When she was born. Miles cried his eyes out. Never in your life, have you seen this man cry so hard.

When he got the chance to hold her for the first time, he burst into tears again.

"She's so pretty, and tiny" he cried.

After that day, Everything changed for Miles. Not only was he the goat best friend, goat boyfriend, goat fiance, goat husband.

He IS AND SHALL BE THE GOAT FATHER, and you CAN'T tell me other wise.

You know from the start that this baby was gonna be a daddy's girl.

He always came in clutch. He was in love.

He rocked her to sleep, fed her when you weren't available, carried her everywhere, and OFCOURSE spoiled her. You can't tell me other wise.

That baby... almost came out looking exactly like miles, same eyes, ears, hair texture, lips, the only thing she inherited from you was your noise.

You carried her for 9 months, couldn’t sleep properly for 6 months, had morning sickness every morning, backed hurted, grew her in your stomach for 9 months. Just for her to pop out looking like her daddy. And worse she's a daddy girl.

Oh nahhh baby that ain't funna work twin.

And of course he had that first time dad scare.

literally him

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Any ways I just wanted to do this.

If

[lazyjellyfish300]

Mom and Dad are Getting Along💐🖤

Miguel O'Hara x Fem Wife!Reader

Synopsis: just a quick fluffy fic picking up a few months after your Valentine's Day fight on Mother's Day, seemed like a good way to tie this all up, might write more about y'all in the future but shelving this for now🫶🏽💐🖤 Word count: 961

Mom and Dad are Fighting on Christmas

Mom and Dad are Fighting on Valentine's Day

A/N: Happy Mother's Day to all my fellow mamas.🫶🏽🖤

CW: Minors DNI, mentions of sex but no smut, pregnancy, nausea, fluff

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Miguel hasn't had a day off in what feels like years. Technically, it's been 3 months, but to you it feels like longer than that. It was May. The kids were almost out of school, the sun hung in the sky a little bit longer, the sunsets were more colorful. It was that time of year where you felt like you could breathe a sigh of relief, a time of year where the temperature felt comfortable and you could sit on a park bench and watch the kids chase each other while Anthony did his best to keep up, shaking your head with a smile as you adjusted your sunglasses, looking up at the vibrant cyan sky which was scarce of any clouds.

The Valentine's Day makeup sex was a success, and a beautiful baby girl was on her way with a due date of November 7th. 

You were enjoying entering this "honeymoon phase" of your second trimester while it lasted, especially since you knew the heat could be quite a pain to deal with when it came to a pregnancy that lasted during the summer. 

You didn't carry her, but Gabi was born at the end of June, Marcus was born in August (that one was the most brutal in terms of the heat), and little Anthony was born in May just before things got too uncomfortable. You finally started liking food again, having been fortunate enough to dodge any major morning sicknesses with your two prior pregnancies.

The nausea came with a vengeance with this little girl. Even taking a bite of food or a gulp of a drink that was too big would have you dashing to the bathroom, knuckles shaking in a fist until eventually you felt Miguel's fingertips graze your neck, soothing you in a low tone as he massaged your nape and dabbed it with a cool washcloth until the unpleasant feeling passed. 

But oh, Gabi and Miguel's excitement was something else. They held each other in a fit of giggles and tears while Marcus stared with his mouth in the shape of an O at the pink insides of the gender reveal cake, and little Anthony was too busy shoveling it into his mouth with his frosting covered fists. 

Miguel had been wonderfully attentive and more sensitive to your needs this time, picking up the slack and shepherding the kids while you rested, taking the liberty of picking up Anthony who insisted on being carried everywhere since you were on doctor's orders to watch how much weight you were lifting. 

Now, it was Mother's Day. 

Miguel carefully traces the faded wrinkled marks of your belly that was starting to shape into more of a rounded bump, like he's sculpting a pattern, the side of his cheek pillowed so softly against your breast, eyes lazily locked on yours, the lulling haze of sleepiness threatening to take him completely, but not before he utters sweetly to you words of adoring appreciation, 

"Y'know I love you..." 

"Mhmm....?" You weakly hum, the threat of sleep and the steady rhythm of your heart beating in your chest in quieting tempo as long as the weight of your husband stays pressed against your body on the verge of delivering you back to slumber as well, your true home outside of the physical walls of the one you were currently laying in alongside together. 

"Mas que nada..." (More than anything) He whispers, fighting the soothing urge of sleep to lean over you instead, bringing his face so closely to yours, one of his fingers tracing your features, pausing as it completes a circle along your face in timing with the pace that the sweet words tumble from his lips. 

"Just need to tell you thank you....for carrying my children......for being the beautiful mother and glue of our home..."

He presses his lips to your forehead, any worries you had completely dissolving at once. 

"Ah....I love you, sweetheart...." You coo softly.

A small thump down the hallway accompanied by childish giggles of Gabi, Marcus, and Anthony, already wide awake on a peaceful Sunday, excited for Bluey and Mickey shaped pancakes and waffles that Miguel promised them for Mother's Day Breakfast. 

"I should go get the kids..."

But Miguel holds you down with his weight, he chuckles and shakes his head, you should know better that today is your day off, lifting your chin to press a lingering kiss into the little space he creates on your bottom lip as he lovingly drags it down with his thumb. 

"Let me enjoy my wife for a little bit longer..."

And you certainly couldn't deny him that, letting all of the heat and warmth between your two bodies soak for several more precious moments as you lay together as a couple, peaceful space you create just from holding each other for a little while longer. Pausing just for a bit where age and the cruel passage of time and the demands of the day can't disturb you, escaping to a space where you're just husband and wife, the years that already have came and went seemingly unimportant as the tender love between you two burns brighter than ever. 

A mild ember in the form of a fleeting glimpse and shy small talk at your high school reunion years ago that could fan into a wildfire, burning the world in its wake when it came to the physical manifestations of your love in this bed you laid in together.  But for now you just allow your mind to only indulge of thoughts of your dear husband as he holds your wrist to his lips and presses his forehead against yours, all the while the soft giggles of your children echo throughout your quiet home. 

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@leonsbimbogf @thatone-writer

[lvnleah]

Valentine’s Day | Beth Mead

This was a request but I cannot find it to save my life 🥲 anyways, in honour of Beth’s birthday enjoy this cute one-shot!

Summary: it’s valentine day and your wife, Beth, surprises you throughout the day and makes you feel like the luckiest girl ever.

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You stirred as you felt soft kisses being placed on your skin. You opened your eyes to see your girlfriend, Beth, hovering over you. Her lips brushed against your skin, leaving a trail of delicate kisses along your jawline. The softness of her touch sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Good morning,” she whispered, her voice a gentle whisper. “Happy Valentine’s Day, darling!”

You reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” you replied, leaning up to peck her lips.

It was Valentine’s Day, the four one together for you and Beth and the first one married. Beth reached over and grabbed a tray from her bedside table before handing it to you. As you sat up, Beth placed the tray in front of you. On it were four heart-shaped donuts and two glasses of orange juice as well as a card and a small box.

You laughed, “This is the best breakfast ever! Thank you, babe.” You picked the card up and undone it. You took the card out gently and as you opened it a handwritten note fell onto your lap.

“This is for me?” Beth nodded, answering your question, “Oh Beth, this is so sweet.”

Beth's soft laughter filled the air, you couldn't tear your gaze away from her. The handwritten note laid cradled in your hands, its words etching themselves into your heart.

"Read it aloud," Beth urged, her fingers tracing patterns on your leg above the duvet. "I want to hear it."

You cleared your throat, your voice trembling with emotion. "To my darling wife," you began, glancing up at Beth. "Happy Valentine's Day! Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve you, to deserve the love that you give me."

Beth's smile widened, “Go on."

"I didn't realise I could feel this much love for someone until I met you," you continued, your voice soft. "There aren't enough words in the universe to express how much you mean to me. You make me smile every day, no matter how difficult or tough things get."

Beth's fingers brushed against your cheek, wiping away a stray tear. "Keep going," she whispered.

"You're my everything," you read, your voice catching. "My best friend, my lover, my partner in crime, my soulmate, and the mother to our future children." You glanced at the small box on the tray, wondering what it held. "I can't imagine life without you, and I never want to. You're my whole world and always will be."

Beth's eyes welled with tears. "And the last part?"

Taking a deep breath, you continued, "You're the most beautiful girl in the world. I love you, and forever will."

Beth's eyes never wavered from yours. She reached for the small box, her fingers trembling slightly. "Open it," she whispered.

Inside was a delicate silver necklace—a heart-shaped pendant with a tiny diamond nestled in the centre. It caught the morning light, sending rainbows across the walls. You touched the pendant, your heart swelling with love.

"It's beautiful," you said, your voice barely audible.

Beth leaned in, her lips brushing against yours. "It’s just a little something, instantly thought of you when I saw it in the shop with Jen and Steph.”

You kissed her, taking in the sweetness of the moment before pulling back and reaching down to your own draw and getting your gift for Beth.

“Don’t know how I’m going to upstage that.” you laughed, handing the grey box to Beth.

Nerves bubbled up inside you as you watched Beth take the grey box that was wrapped with a pink bow. You wanted your gift to be perfect and now that she’d given you yours, you didn’t know if your gift could be as beautiful as hers.

She untied the bow, her fingers unwrapping the silk material. Inside was a delicate silver bracelet. Two tiny hearts linked together were engraved on the front whilst your name was engraved inside the bracelet.

Beth’s breath caught as she lifted the bracelet. She turned it in her hands, the silver catching the light. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered.

“Do you like it?” You asked, anxious about her answer, “I know there’s no sappy love note but—”

Before you could continue, Beth interrupted you, “Darling, this is perfect, I love it. Thank you.” She sealed her sentence with another kiss on your lips.

The pair of you ate your donuts in bed together before getting ready for work. Beth had training and you were a primary school teacher. You weren’t full time, you and another teacher shared a class and today was one of those days where you taught for just the afternoon.

You would’ve loved to spend your day with Beth but work needed you and you loved your year one class. You had many activities planned out for them, something that you were excited for and could take your mind off not spending the day with Beth.

Later that day, you were clearing up your classroom. It had been a messy day so things were everywhere and you felt bad for the cleaners. With the kids gone, you took this as your chance to tidy.

Your classroom door sounded open, you were greeted with your wife. Beth was standing in your classroom, holding a bouquet of pink tulips which were your favourite flowers. The silver bracelet you’d given her earlier shined her wrist, the delicate hearts catching the light.

“Beth!” You smiled as she held the bouquet of tulips out to you, “These are stunning!”

You closed the distance between you, wrapping your arms around her and placing a kiss on her lips. The scent of tulips enveloped you, and you buried your face in her hair. “I missed you,” you murmured against her lips. “What brings you here?”

Beth pulled back, “Just wanted to surprise my favourite teacher,” she teased. “And maybe steal a kiss or two.”

You chuckled, feeling the weight of the afternoon lift from your shoulders. “Well, you’ve succeeded on both counts.”

She looked around your classroom, “Looks like you gave them a fun afternoon then?”

You glanced around your room, taking in the sight around you. Colouring sheets were scattered across the tables, pencils were laying on the floor and paints from earlier were dotted around the room. You never knew five and six year olds could make this much mess.

You winced a little, “Yeah they definitely had fun, I did too, but not looking at my classroom I’m regretting my decisions.” You joked.

“How about I help you clean it up so we can head home?” Beth offered, placing a comforting hand on the small of your back.

You nodded, “that would be perfect if you didn’t mind.”

“Of course not, darling.” She placed a kiss on your temple, “team work makes dream work!”

Together, you tidied up. The tulips sat on your desk along with your other things. Beth took on the job of cleaning the pains up whilst you organised the children’s colouring sheets, each put into their draw ready for them to go home with the students tomorrow.

Before you knew it you were in your car, making your way home together with your playlist sounding in the background and you both sang along.

Beth handed you the front door keys as you stepped out of the lift. You turned the key in the front door, yoj stepped inside, kicking off your shoes. The lights were dimmed, and the soft glow of flickering candles shone across the walls. The dining table was set for two, decorated with delicate china, glasses, and a vase of fresh red roses.

“Beth?” You said, turning on your heels to face your wife. “What’s all this?”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, darling!” she smiled, “I thought we could have a quiet dinner together.”

You were speechless. Beth wasn’t usually one for grand gestures and after this morning you were just expecting a cosy night in bed together. After this, you felt like the luckiest girl in the whole world.

“You did all this?” You finally managed to say, your voice hoarse.

She nodded, stepping closer. “I wanted to remind you how much you mean to me,” she murmured. “After working hard today, I wanted to show my wife how much she meant to me.”

“I don’t deserve this.” You murmured, “this morning would’ve been more than enough, love. Thank you so much.”

You kissed Beth’s soft lips, her hands resting on your hips, “You deserve the whole world, darling.”

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ynmead6 Valentine’s Day <3

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[faerygrant]

As he locked up the car Carmen couldn’t wait to get home and see you. He wondered what cute set you might have put on for him tonight, couldn’t wait to hear all about your day. Which usually consisted of playtime at the park with the baby, a Pilates session you usually went to during her nap time, your weekly blowout that he was always happy to pay for or maybe just some online shopping for homeware and overpriced shoes. He loved having you as his pretty little housewife, coming home to a clean and tidy house, being fed cutesy desserts you’d insist on baking him, and i seeing his beautiful daughter and most of all his pretty little wife.

He walked through the doors, smelling like cigarette smoke and steak tartare to find the house glistening clean, the floors polished and a fresh Bundt cake sitting in the dessert dish. He smiled, before making his way to your shared room where you sat at the edge of the bed, dressed in the lacy light pink, agent provocateur set he’d bought you for Valentine’s Day. Your hair was freshly blown out from your appointment earlier in the afternoon, as your manicured nail gripped the gold plated crucifix he’d bought for you and your daughter to celebrate her christening. He stopped in his tracks, as his eyes met yours, as you gave him those not so innocent fuck me eyes. He couldn’t help but smirk to himself, knowing exactly what it meant. You were feeling submissive.

“Hi daddy, how was work?” You tucked your voluminous curls behind your ears, batting your eyelashes at him.

“It was fucking stress-full, but I think you’re about to make me forget all about it, right?” he smiles, coming towards the bed and playing with your hair.

“Mhm” you nod with a half smile and pout.

“Your hair looks pretty, did you use daddy’s card to pay for it?” He asks as his hands roam down from your hair to grip at the crucifix around your neck.

“I did, I know how much you love taking care of me” you smile up at him, enamoured by how handsome he looked even after a 10 hour work day. His curls all disheveled and blue eyes so piercing.

“Ofcourse I do, you just take care of the house, let me use you whenever I need and have my babies and you’ll always be taken care of.” He smiles, the hand that was playing with your necklace had now moved down to the front of your bra, as he pinched your nipples, causing you to whimper.

“Fuck Carmy, feels so good.” You say through laboured breaths.

“Yeah? Need you to turn round for me, gonna make me a daddy again.”

[mdpplgtz03]

Will you be my valentine Daddy?

Pairing: CEO!Ari x Wife Reader x Daughter! Marie Levinson

Summary: Ari has a new Valentine's this year

Warnings: None. Pure love. Fluff. Cute.

Author's note: Happy Valentine's Day!! 💕 Thought on making a quick (and cute) one for today. I made Marie's drawing, since I thought it would be cute to see it.

No proofread. All mistakes my own. Let me know your thoughts about this after reading. Enjoy!!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

“More pink mommy. Please.”

Your beautiful four-year old, Marie, demands nicely while focusing on her creation. Smiling, you carefully make more pink hearts with glitter on her drawing, mentally giggling at her determination on finishing it.

It’s currently 10:00 PM , and although she tends to be sleeping at this hour, you decided to let her stay awake a bit more since she insisted on it. And everything is because she wants to surprise her Daddy, AKA your husband, Ari.

Now for being four-years old she is very confident and determinated on getting something done (wanting too). She got that from your lover, ha. But also like him, when it comes to special people that she loves, she stops the world to give them everything.

And Ari Levinson can be the most exigent and cold CEO when it comes to work, but all that fades when he steps inside his house. His home. He is not only the best, most-caring lover that you are grateful to call husband (and grateful to everyday wake up in his arms), but the best Dad for Marie.

“Dis’ for daddy!” She proudly exclaims, showing you the drawing, which consists of small pink glitter hearts that fill the piece of paper and a big pink hand-painted heart that has inside two small drawings. One is Ari, the other is her. How cute.

“Aww baby, it’s beautiful! Daddy will love it” You encourage her as you take a pen a write on the paper a phrase that she asked you to write. But truth is, your husband will indeed love it. Both have a small album filled with nothing more than the drawings and painting your daughter made for you and him.

Marie jumps excited, clapping her hands together, “yay!” She picks the drawing and writes her name on it too. Her handwriting a bit messy, since she is still learning.

“What’s all this noise?” A masculine voice interrupts the short celebration.

“Daddy, no!” Your little girl exclaims running to prevent of your husband coming inside the room. Ari is standing in the doorway with his arms crossed, smiling.

“Close your eyes Daddy!” Marie says

“Okay! Okay! They are closed.” Ari says lowering to his daughters height, so she can see that her daddy is not lying.

She turns to you and smiles to which you nod. She takes the drawing and save it under her pillow. You make a mental note to take it out of there and place it on her pink nightstand, or else tomorrow morning the bed will be filled with pink glitter.

“You open now!” She approaches Ari, who opens his eyes and picks Marie up, tickling her with his beard.

“Daddy no! Tickles! Daddy!” She laughs and giggles. Ari smiles and stops, kissing her forehead gently. Marie lays her head on Ari’s chest as you approach.

“Ready to go to sleep baby?” You ask her while moving strands of her hair out of her face. Marie nods.

“What was all that noise about? What were you two doing huh?” Your husband asks curious as he lays in bed. Cuddling you from behind, sweetly kissing your neck. Marie fell asleep easily and after you and Ari’s nighttime routine (And after putting your daughter’s drawing on her nightstand) you two finally managed to get inside the bed.

You giggle, “Something that Marie wanted to do for you. But you will have to wait for tomorrow”

Ari shakes his head. “That girl, she’s sassy”

“She got that from you. Told you” You tease him.

He raises his eyebrows, “I’m not–”

But you quickly turn around, facing him and stops him from finishing.

He laughs. “Okay, yeah, you are right.”

You smile victoriously and kiss him briefly on the lips. Snuggling your head on his chest.

“Goodnight handsome” You close your eyes

“Goodnight sweetheart” He kisses the top of your head.

Both drift to sleep.

The sunlight makes presence on your room. You hear the door opening, small steps making presence. You open your eyes and see Marie, about to wake you up. You smile at her, she has Ari’s gift in hand. You nod and pick her up, placing her in the middle, between you and Ari. At the feeling of movement, Ari slowly opens his eyes and smiles when he sees his daughter.

“Morning babygirl. What are you doing here?” He moves up, enough to have a better view at his daughter.

Marie smiles and hands him the gift. “Happy Vaeentine’s Day, Daddy!” She exclaims and kiss his cheek. Ari blushes and hugs her. Seeing the drawing.

“Will you be my vaeentine’s?” She asks him.

Ari takes a moment to look at the drawing and smiles. It’s clearly that you were the one who wrote that prase on the drawing, but the fact that her daughter made it for him, melt his heart. He couldn’t have asked for a better family than Marie and you.

You know he won’t stop smiling for a couple of months. You mentally chuckle at that.

Your husbands look at you, then back to his little girl and nods, placing the drawing on his bedside table to pick her little girl and tickle her with kisses.

“Daddy!”

“Yes babygirl, I will be your valentine today. Today and always. Daddy loves you.”

Soon, the room is filled with giggles, tickles and love. Lots of love.

(Marie's drawing)

[heavyhitterheaux]

Private Show (NSFW)

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: PURE SMUT AHEAD 🤭🤭

Synopsis: When your husband is upset and misses you, you will do absolutely anything for him.

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: a dream that I had last night lol

Do not engage if you are underage

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You had just taken off your dress along with your shoes and plopped down on the bed when your phone rang indicating a facetime call. When you grabbed it from the nightstand, you saw that it was Jack and quickly answered.

"Hi baby!" You excitedly said as his face came into view, but he was simply sporting a pout which had you confused.

"Pookie, is everything okay?" You asked growing concerned since he had yet to say anything.

"Today was just a rough day and it doesn't help that I miss you." He quietly said and a sigh escaped your lips.

"Do you want to talk about it? It might help if you do."

"No, I just wanted to see your beautiful face and make sure my girl was good."

"Well, I'm fine, but my husband isn't and I don't like that."

"It'll be fine, baby. I'm probably making it more of a big deal than it has to be."

"Your feelings are valid, smush. I always tell you that. No need to hide the way you feel."

You were now taking off your jewelry and had propped up your phone in front of you when Jack finally took in the sight of you.

"Is that bra new?"

"It is, do you like it? Rih sent it to me along with a bunch of other things, but I'll save those for when I see you in person." You answered and Jack instantly smiled.

"You should have saved that one. You know how I feel about lace." Jack commented and you noticed that he kept adjusting and you raised your eyebrow.

"Babe?"

"Hmm?"

"You're bricked up right now, aren't you?" You asked while smirking.

"I'm always bricked up around you because my wife is sexy as fuck. I thought that was understood and besides it's been like three weeks since I've been in you." 

"Then I think your wife needs to help you with that. I got an idea."

"What is it because the last thing I need to get is blue balls. You about to play with that pretty pussy for me and make me cum by watching you?"

"If that's what my man wants, I'll do it. Hold on a minute."

The bottom drawer of the nightstand contained all of your toys and you immediately opened it to reach in and grabbed your dildo that was a mold made of Jack's that he got for you one Valentines Day.

When you came back in the view of the camera holding it, Jack immediately bit his lip and you could tell he was palming himself through the comforter since you could no longer see his hands. 

"Take it out, I wanna watch you. I don't know why you're acting shy around me. This is nothing compared to other things we've done."

"I'm not, I-...."

"Take it out." Jack finally complied and once you saw the precum leaking from the tip, your mouth was watering.

"Much better." You said as Jack was slowly starting to jerk himself off.

"But I need that bra off. And are you going to use the toy I made for you or simply hold it? You know what? Get your vibrator too."

Reaching over once again to the drawer, you took out your pink vibrator happy that you had charged it the night before. Once you came back into Jack's view, you slowly slid your bra off along with the panties that matched it and moved to the top of the bed spreading your legs for Jack to have a full view of you. You could already feel the river forming down below and you took it upon yourself to place the dildo in your mouth to make it wet so it would be easier to insert it.

"Got damn, baby." 

"What? I have to make sure it's wet enough so it can go in easier." You responded while laughing.

"I can guarantee you that you probably didn't even need to do that. It's like the damn ocean down there."

"Well I can't help it if my man makes me this wet all the time." You put it back in your mouth and spit began to leak out of the sides falling onto your chest.

"Play with your nipples for me. Spread that shit on them."

"Mm my baby is eager tonight isn't he? But I can do you one better." A smile graced your lips before you brought your left nipple to your mouth and lightly sucked on it making a moan escape from Jack's lips.

You looked back up at Jack after you had switched to the right one and was trying to figure out when he had lost his shirt, but there were more important things to worry about.

You were determined to do whatever your man wanted in order to get him to cum. 

The dildo left your mouth with a popping sound and you slowly inserted it letting out a quiet moan.

"Mmm, baby it feels so good." 

"That's my good girl. Take that shit." 

"Oohh, oh fuckkk."

"Is my good girl going to cum for me?" Jack asked you as you immediately nodded and focused on the task at hand while increasing your pace.

"Use your words, baby. And stop holding back. I wanna hear you."

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, daddy. I'm going to cum for you."

"Put that vibrator on your clit." 

You reached with your left hand to where it was and put it on the lowest setting before hearing Jack's voice once again.

"I know your ass didn't just put it on the lowest setting. Turn it up. I want to see those legs shaking."

You complied as you placed your left hand to hold the vibrator on your clit while using the right to keep your dildo going at the same space.

Your eyes were closed, but you opened them to see Jack jerking himself off to your movements and the moans that he was letting out was putting you over the edge.

"Oh shit, baby I'm about to…." You breathlessly said while turning up your vibrator to the highest setting that it would go to.

"Fuck, me too."

Within the next thirty seconds, you squirted all over the sheets and your phone and it took you by surprise since the only time it ever happened, Jack had been the reason for it.

Jack was coming down from his high, but was looking just as surprised as you were because of what just happened.

"Well shit. Look who taught herself how to squirt." 

"I.. don't even know what I did differently. But I'm definitely going to try to do it again." You said while taking the dildo out and inserting it into your mouth once again and sucking on it.

"Fuck, I can't wait until that pretty little mouth of yours has my dick in your mouth."

"Technically it already does baby seeing as this is a mold of yours. But I get it. Do you feel better?" You asked while setting the dildo and vibrator to the side.

"Yes, thank you baby."

"You know I'll do anything for you." A smile graced your face as you simply looked at him and he smirked.

"Right back at you, baby."

You couldn't help but to notice that it seemed like Jack wanted to say something else. 

"Smush, is something wrong?"

"Do you have one more in you?" 

"Hmm, depends. What's next baby?"

"I want you riding it this time."

"I expect a generous tip when I see you in three days." 

"You know that you're about to get a lot more than that. You got some Louboutins waiting for you. Be a good girl for me and I just might throw in a Birkin and another Givenchy outfit."

"Let's get to it then."

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[onmyyan]

A/N: Lil something sweet for ya Happy Valentine's!! Yandere Gotham Sirens X reader

TW'S: YANDERE, DRUGGING

Coming home to a cold, nearly empty apartment on Valentine's day was the last thing you wanted to do, but alas, your previous plans of getting baked and watching all five Twilight movies had to be postponed as sweet, kindhearted you agreed to cover your married coworkers shift so she could spend the love filled day with her wife.

Eight grueling hours later, here you were, shuffling in your house with a well earned yawn, when your eyes registered the hue of pink coming from the heart shaped lights on the wall, lights that you definitely didn't leave there earlier, all at once any tiredness you had left your body.

You definitely needed new locks. This was the first thought you had after taking in your fully decorated apartment.

Pink, red, and black streamers were pinned to your walls, a giant teddy bear with X's for eyes sat dead center on your couch besides him was your typical heart shaped box of chocolates but the front of the package had been doodled on, stick figures of a woman with pigtails and what looked like you littered the front, each in an adorable display of affection.

In the bear's fuzzy arms sat a red and black card tucked snug, when you picked it up a rainfall of gold glitter hit the floor, but before you could read said card your Tabby cat Socks sauntered his way into the living room, he rubbed against your legs in his familiar greeting, it was only then you noticed the new diamond encrusted collar wrapped around his neck, the gems twinkling in the pink light and before you could question that, he lead you back towards your bedroom, where an entire collection of shimmering gems and jewelry were laid out like a feast, the no doubt expensive items seemed so out of place against your cheap sheets, each item was placed with a care you couldn't help but notice, the small note beside it simply read, ' A gem like yourself needs to be locked away so no one can steal you, as such, you should also only have the finest jewels kiss your skin, this is just a taste.'- S. K.

A red lipstick stain sealed the small message.

Mind still reeling, your socked feet rushed back into your small living room, it was here you took note of what appeared to be your last gift.

The Venus flytrap sitting idly in your windowsill looked beautiful in the warm light, when you approached the carnivorous plant, it seemed to brighten up, actually reaching out to curl against your hand, sort of like a cat. Planted in the soil beside it was a note written in cursive. 'A beautiful flora for you my little rosebud, when and if I am not around to protect you, our small friend here eats more than flies.'-P. I.

You gaped at the scene, it felt as if you were dreaming, you tried in vain to wrap your head around it all when finally, you remembered the card in your hand and haistly opened it, glitter be damned.

'Happy Valentine's day Honey! Did we surprise ya? I know we did, hope we didn't scare you baby, you just looked so sad earlier! :( not okay for my Darlin' to be upset on this capitalistic holiday we all know and love! I personally could not let that slide, so me and the girls did a little somethin' small to show ya how much we care! Selena said I shouldn't bother with a long note because by now the drugs will be kicking in, but don't worry a single hair on that pretty little head, Ivy's a pro, bet your brains gettin' all fuzzy huh? Gotta be careful touching suspicious letters left in your place babes! Best part is, when ya wake up, you'll be home, your real home, and we're never lettin' go. Xoxo- your soon to be favorite. -H. Q.

[teacupwrites]

As Above, So Below

Before this starts, let me establish a few things so the story is easier to understand. Y/n is kind of an Overlord? She’s a deer demon, though I can’t decide between a Reeve’s muntjac and a reindeer.

This is just an experiment to see if people would be interested in this, I just rlly liked the concept. And if you do like this and want more, do tell me! I love hearing feedback on my stories.

That’s all! Enjoy the story!

Yours Truly, Blood x

Part 1 Part 2

Overlords. Sinners rising up to power in a way only few could do. There were plenty littered across Hell. The three Vees, Carmilla Carmine, Zestial, Alastor, Missi ZIlla, Rosie. All of them hovering above other sinners knowing they could kill with ease.

Until that same sinner revived later, of course. No one could die in hell, unless wielded by an angelic weapon. Of course though, not everyone owned Angelic Steel, and not everyone was going to be quick to use their precious buys.

When you died, you were…kind of an Overlord? When you first arrived in Hell, you panicked, and ran and fled until you ran into your father. He greeted you with open arms, introducing you to all of his friends.

You were one of the few people Alastor genuinely cared about. 

When you were alive, you were all he cared for. His wife died when you were born, ascending into heaven peacefully. The cannibal taught you everything, how to cook, how to sing, how to dance, how to play each instrument he knew.

When you turned eighteen, he confessed to you his sins, his murders, every little bad thing he did. The man wanted badly for you to pick your own destiny, and be able to choose to join your mother in heaven.

But you refused. You loved your father so, and took after him. You aided in few killings, though mostly you took his hunts and made them into beautiful dishes you sold to unaware guests.

Cooking was always one of your biggest talents, as well as writing. And when Alastor introduced you to the hotel, you had offered to be the one to help with advertisement and to cook for the guests.

In which there was none, but you never spoke about that.

When your father found you, it took him a while to let the others know you existed. The first friend of Alastor’s you met was Rosie, the cannibal Overlord. 

She was basically an aunt to you, someone to step in as your mother despite your father having no romantic desires anymore. She taught the cello, and introduced you to the different ways that demon meat was cooked compared to humans.

Then Nifty, who was basically your little sister. She was crazy, but sweet, and always spoke fondly of you whenever you hung out with her. Though sometimes it was frightening to suddenly walk in and have her all over you. But you still loved her.

Then finally, Husker. The grumpy bartender. The first time you met him, he was forced to babysit you whilst your father left for an Overlord meeting, and Satan did he ignore you.

But eventually, your pokes, prods, and pleads managed to break down his walls, and he cared for you like you were his own, despite you being a fully grown adult. 

And after about seven years of being in Hell, he allowed you to speak to the hotel. At first, they were extremely suspicious of you and your potential powers, though with one, simple action, you gained their trust.

It was a night out, when Vaggie and Charlie went up to speak to heaven, and everyone but Alastor was going out. He trusted you, and allowed you to go and keep a close eye on the group to make sure they didn’t get too wasted.

Though when Angel got tangled up with Valentino, you snapped. Angel was like a younger brother to you, he was fragile, kind, and sweet. And when you saw pink chains clutched to his wrist you wanted nothing more than to rip that moth’s vocal chords out.

Your antlers grew, your eyes grew a staticy red, your claws sharpened, as well as your teeth. When you hovered behind Angel, there was a ring formed around you by guests who stared in horror.

That night, Valentino learned a very valuable lesson, as did everyone else in the club.

Don’t mess with the daughter of the radio.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

“I swear toots! I told you I’m fine!” Angel protested, pushing away at your prodding claws as you checked over him for any injuries. “He didn’t even touch me!”

You glowered down at him, ears pinned down to the top of your head as you continued to look over him despite his insistence.

“That rancid pest had chains on you,” you hissed, finally leaning back with your hands propped up on your hips. “That moth is lucky I didn’t rip his wings off of his back.”

Angel gave a thankful smile, using his facial expressions rather than words to show his gratitude.

“Fine, fine,” you sighed, finally turning away and leaving him alone. “I should probably make dinner.”

With that you pranced over to the kitchen that your father brought out of thin air with a snap of his fingers, claiming to a protesting Vaggie that at the time you were to be trusted with making them food.

“Seriously though,” you began, grabbing your cookbook and flicking through the thick pages. “If you need anything, you know I could overpower Valentino. Even if I’m not the biggest fan of conflicts I will not hesitate to help.”

Grabbing a wooden spoon, you gestured with it as you glanced over to Angel who wobbled over to the couch like a recently born fawn.

“Don’t get yourself involved with him,” he replied, plopping down onto the seat with a heavy sigh. “I don’t need you to get the Vees on you just because of some stupid mistake I made.”

You hummed in reply, though decided not to argue further. Instead, you got to cooking, dishing up some pasta and beginning to pound in some pork. Despite needing to multitask, you handled it very well as you switched between stirring and then checking on the chicken.

“She’s gonna be on you for weeks,” Husk called from the bar, his tail swishing behind him. “Seriously, mama bear over there worried about Nifty for a week because she scraped her knee.”

You shot the bartender a glare, ears pinned back. But even with your intimidating glance, Husk knew very well you would never willingly bring harm to him. Despite being in hell, it wasn’t in your nature.

“Not true,” you replied, feeling your ears flick in amusement as you fixed up the lemon pasta. “She broke her leg, it wasn’t just a scrape.”

Before Husk could snap back a witty reply, there was a gush of wind that rolled through the hotel, causing everyone to look over. And standing there in the door way was a figure you recognized by heart.

“Papa,” you breathed, giving a joyous smile at the radio demon who strutted in with confidence. “Glad to see you home.”

Alastor immediately made his way over to you, glancing over the bubbling pot of pasta you continued to occasionally stir.

“Good evening, my little fawn,” he greeted, wrapping an arm around you in a warm embrace. “What is it you're brewing up tonight?”

“Lemon pasta and schnitzel,” you stated proudly, grabbing an oven mitt to pull out the carefully made pork, serving bits onto plates whilst flicking the oven off and sliding the pot of pasta off of the burner. “Wanted to make something different tonight.”

Alastor hummed in reply, patting your back once more with a charming grin.

Before the both of you could continue your conversation, the door slammed open once more. 

Everyone whipped around to see Vaggie and Charlie walk into the hotel, and as they did, you immediately knew something was off. However, you just tried to ignore it, quickly serving up a plate of both the lemon pasta and pork onto a plate, going over to Charlie with your signature smile.

“Good evening, Charlie!” you chirped, holding out the plate to her. “How was He-”

Before you could even try to offer her the plate, it was knocked from your hands, the contents falling onto the floor in a wet slop of once delicious food. Your ears pinned back, and static emitted from your overall figure as she trudged past you and upstairs.

But after a moment, you gained your composure, ears returning to their original stance as you looked down to the mess. But before you could lean down, Nifty was quick to dart over and wave you away as she offered to clean it up herself.

With a sigh, you accepted, and turned to Vaggie. Never before had you seen her so devastated, and heartbroken, so of course it had you confused.

“Something happened,” you stated, and she also brushed past you. “I’m guessing the meeting didn’t go well.”

“Not much of a surprise,” Alastor called from where he had sat himself at the dinner table, curling up his pasta with his fork.

You shot your father a quick glare, before whisking over to Vaggie once more. With a gentle, yet firm grip you turned her around, and guided her back to the table, sitting her down.

“I don’t care how upset you may be with Charlie, or how much you don’t trust me,” you began, having Niffy quickly serve her a dish of your cooking. “You both need to eat, and you will eat.”

You sighed, stepping away from Vaggie and getting both Niffty and Husk a plate, setting them down in their assigned seats before finally letting yourself eat as well. Though your natural instincts made you want to wait, wait till Charlie had her fill.

The silence that followed was deafening, with the air so thick with tension that it could be cut with a knife. The only sounds that sounded throughout the dining room was the soft clatter of forks against plates.

“What happened?” you inquired softly, breaking the awkward silence that sat across the table. “I’ve never seen Charlie so upset before…”

Vaggie paused, which was when you realized she hadn’t taken a single bite, only poking at her food every now and then. Her one yellow eyes trailed up to you, and she sucked in a deep breath.

“I’m an exterminator…I’m a fallen angel.”

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

The upper levels of the studio, although luxurious and much more relaxing, always stunk. The stench of sex and sweat stuck to every wall, and it made Velvette cringe and curl up on the floor.

But when she had been scrolling through Sinstagram and saw stuff about Alastor, she couldn’t resist coming up to where Vox and Valentino were to tell him about it. 

It was no secret that Vox had an obsession with the radio demon, and to say it was bad was a bit of understatement. The TV headed Overlord had begun to ignore his business, his partner, but most importantly…his child.

Axial was a bit of an accident, and no one, not even Vox, knows how exactly he was made. He just kind of…popped out of nowhere. The Overlord heir was a lot more reserved than his father, but their powers were matched.

Velvette strutted into the main lobby of the upper levels, brushing off her skirt whilst wincing.

Upon the leather seats, there were the three of them, Valentino, Vox, and Axial. 

“Velvette,” Vox greeted charmingly, fixing up his slightly crooked top hat. “How are you this lovely evening?”

A devilish smile crossed the influencer’s lips, and she came forward, and quickly connected her phone to the TV. After powering it on, her phone screen was then cast to that of the TV.

The three Overlords turned to it, eyes glued to the screen a lot like a moth to a flame, which was ironic because of Valentino’s demon type- but that didn’t matter.

“Turns out not only is Alastor back in town,” Velvette began, grabbing the remote and scrolling down and pausing upon a picture that made Vox tense up, his digital gaze hardening. “But he also has brought along a daughter.”

Thanks to cameras and peeking eyes from other demons, social media was blowing up with Alastor’s little carbon copy. It was for sure his daughter, the same hair, same eyes, same ears, same style.

“He has a FuUucking daughter?!” Vox exclaimed, shooting up from his couch to gesture at the screen in disbelief, voice lagging out. 

Velvette smiled mischievously, standing back a few steps as she witnessed the baby man of an Overlord yell and screech at the TV like a bird with broken vocal cords. She even went out of her way to record the session.

And as she did so, she caught something in the corner of her eye. 

When she shifted her candy cane gaze over to Axial, she couldn’t help but silently study his expression. Unlike his father, his red and blue eyed gaze trained on the screen with features that showed curiosity, amazement, and…adoration.

Velvette grinned with malice, stopping the recording and jumping back onto Sinstagram with new motives in mind.

This is going to be very…very interesting

[wongyuseokie]

The Best Day | l.c

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day, and your boyfriend has everything perfectly planned. 

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕smut | ♥︎ completed

Word Count: 1589 words

Pairing: Lee Chan x Female Reader 

Genre/Trope(s)/AU(s): Smut, Fluff 

Content Warnings: Valentine’s Day fluff, silly dad jokes, funny banter (I think). Inaccurate but vague descriptions of Korea’s scenery. I googled images—kissing and Dino driving. 

Smut Warning: oral sex (fem receiving), food play (whipped cream)—ass slapping, spanking just once. I'm drooling over Chan, but that’s normal. Orgasms 

Authors Note 1: This is written for @svthub's Cupid for You collab and my lovely wife, @bitchlessdino 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷. I adore you so much, my darling. This was relatively last minute, but I hope you like it! I love you, my darling—Happy Belated Valentine’s Day. 

© wongyuseokie 2024. All rights reserved.

“Chan, I will fall!” You protested as your boyfriend insisted you wear a blindfold as he helped you out of the house. 

“Shh, trust the process, baby,” Chan cooed. 

“What process? You are kidnapping me with zero details,” you whined. 

“Three years, you have so little faith in me?” Chan asked, feigning hurt. 

“You’ve blindfolded me and told me to dress comfy and said all we’re doing is something fun,” you said. 

“Sorry baby, I need to be vague for our Valentine,” Chan declared. 

“Shit,” Chan mumbled as he helped you into the car. 

“That’s what we're doing?” You exclaimed as Chan mumbled a ‘yes.

“It was meant to be a surprise,” Chain complained as he got into the car and the driver's seat and you could hear the pout in his voice. 

You blindly reached out your hand over the console, placed it on Chan’s thigh,  and squeezed it slightly. 

“All you’ve told me is it’s for Valentine’s, nothing else. Don’t worry, you haven’t told me anything,” you said, attempting to comfort him. 

“Phew, then we’re good,” Chan said determinedly. 

“Okay, you can take the blindfold off,” Chan instructed. 

“Wait, you made me wear a blindfold just to walk from the house to the car?” You exclaimed dramatically as you ripped the blindfold off. 

“Yes, if you saw how handsome I looked, I was worried you’d just drag me back to bed,” Chan said with a wink. You rolled your eyes at his admission.

 “You are hot, and you’re right. I would have dragged you back to bed, but I do have self-control,” you joked. 

“Not that I’ve seen,” Chan said with a smirk. 

“Shut up.” 

As Chan drove, you both embarked on your road trip through Seoul. The landscape unfolded before you like a painting. As you both left the bustling cityscape behind, you found yourselves slowly cruising along the winding roads that led you to the lush green countryside.

The journey was picturesque as you both navigated through serene valleys adorned with vibrant cherry blossoms, and their delicate petals danced in the gentle breeze. You saw mountains that stood majestically in the distance, and their peaks shrouded in wisps of mist, creating a scene straight out of a postcard.

You pass by quaint villages, where you catch glimpses of traditional Korean architecture, that had been so well preserved. You observed lush, emerald coloured rice paddies, that created a patchwork of greenery.

As the drive continued, the road meandered along the coastline, allowing you to steal a breathtaking view of the sea, the way it sparkled with the sun. You saw the waves rise and crash, and you took a breath, as you soaked in the tranquility of the sea.

You saw cascading waterfalls tumbling down moss-covered rocks, serene temples nestled in verdant forests, and ancient fortresses perched atop rugged hills.

As day drew closer to an end, you saw the sun starting to dip below the horizon, watching as the sky turned into hues of pink and gold, and in that moment you found yourself overcome with joy, love and emotion.

“Chan, this is beautiful,” you sighed as you saw the sights. 

“Isn’t it? I wish I could do this more often, but time with you and the sights almost make up for the fact I’m not the best boyfriend,” Chan mumbled. 

“Hush, you are the best boyfriend ever, and yes, maybe we have to do things a little differently than most couples, but that doesn’t mean you’re not amazing,” you said, reaching over to run your hand through his hair. 

“I think Cupid shot me in the ass because I think I just fell even more head over heels for you,” Chan said smugly, making you roll your eyes. 

“You are so lucky. I love you,” you mumbled. 

“I am.”

“Holy shit,” you gasped as you walked into the beautiful house Chan had rented. 

“You rented this for us?” You asked as he led you into the house, holding your hand. 

“Yes, for the entire weekend. Notice that it's super isolated, too? So you can scream as much as you want,” Chan suggested flirty. 

“Why would I be screaming?” You asked. 

“Because baby, it’s Valentine’s Day, and I’m going to spend it showing you how much I love you multiple times, too,” Chan explained, making you giggle. 

“But first, we must set the mood. I am going to get the strawberries and cream,” Chan said. 

“Huh?”

“They’re aphrodisiacs,” Chan stated. 

“You just want to start fucking straight away, don’t you?” You teased. 

“Problem?” 

“Nope, but I hope you don’t mind. I didn’t prepare as much for today. I’ve been strapped for cash after online shopping, so do you want to unwrap me instead?” You teased. 

“Gladly, you’re the best present, plus I can eat you.” 

“Chan! Shut up!” 

“Can you please, for the love of god, get hard?” Chan yelled at the bowl of whipping cream that just would not seem to comply. 

“Babe, if getting hard is a problem, I hope you realise that it happens to many guys, and there is medication if it persists,” you said. You were peeling the stalks off strawberries, being Chan’s dutiful sous chef, and making smart-ass comments like the last one was high on your resume, and Chan turned around to glare at you. 

“Okay, one, don’t quote friends to me. Two shut up.”

“You look hot, by the way,” you complimented, focusing on your strawberries. 

“I know I am.” 

 “Baby, I’m serious. Come here for a second,” you said, motioning him to the kitchen counter where you were sitting. 

“Yes?” Chan said as he placed his arms by your legs. You pulled the hoodie of his zipper off and pushed the fabric off his toned body. Chan narrowed his eyes at you.

 “Seriously, how is it fair that I am shirtless and you aren’t?” You smiled, rolling your eyes at his comment. 

“I’m wearing a shirt. You, on the other hand, like a fucking idiot, wore a hoodie in a kitchen,” you quipped. 

“Why are you, my assistant again?” Chan asked. 

“Simple, you love me, and you’re a simp.”

“I am.” 

You had to bite your lip when you saw your boyfriend’s exposed back. His broad, tanned shoulders and muscles were enough to have you drooling. 

“How are the strawberries going?” Chan asked; you grinned as you hatched a plan. 

“They’re good,” you mumbled, a mouthful of strawberries, and Chan dropped his whisk into the bowl. 

“You’re not meant to be eating them,” he said as he turned around and glared as he saw you suck and bite into a strawberry. The fruit's juices coated your mouth, enough to make Chan snap. 

“Okay! That’s enough!” 

You looked at Chan innocently as you licked your lips.

“Baby? Is it sweet enough?” You asked, and Chan closed the gap between you as he pulled you in for a kiss. Chan’s hands went to the bottom of your shirt, pulling it off, groaning when he found you naked underneath it. 

“Sweet,” he said against your lips.

“Fucking sweet,” he praised as his hands moved to move the glass bowl of strawberries to the other counter. 

“Lie down,” Chan said. You nodded, gasping slightly at the cold marble hitting your back. 

You felt something cold on your stomach, and it moved its way down to your cunt. “Fuck, Chan, what is that?” You asked.

“Whipped cream, god, and it is going to make that sweet little cunt of yours even sweeter,” Chan said as he lowered his head. You moaned as you felt the whipped cream trail further down. Chan pushed your legs apart as he leaned down to wrap his lips around your cunt.

 “Fuck, I was right. So sweet,” Chan praised, making you moan as you tangled your hands in his hair. You felt his lips and tongue move in such delicate yet thorough movements. He left no part of you untouched. It didn’t take long; with the way his full lips wrapped around your clit, and the way his tongue flicked at your clit you came pretty soon. 

“Fuck, you somehow taste sweeter than the cream,” Chan said as he helped you sit up on the counter. 

“Come on, let’s get you to the shower. I want you to cream for me,” you glared at him. 

“Do you ever think your jokes might be the biggest turn-off for me?” You joked, and Chan threw you over his shoulder and slapped your ass, making you moan. Chan smirked.

“Yeah, that moan proves otherwise.” 

[abiiors]

all of those dreams where you're my wife // george daniel x reader

valentine's week - day 7: dearly beloved

a/n: bbf!george, i did not forget about him <33 cw: none, this is very sappy fluff. a bit suggestive maybe but like suuuuuper mildly wc: 1.6k

weddings have never been her thing. 

the large crowds really aren’t her cup of tea, the loud music and bright lights are overwhelming more often than not. on top of that, there’s the newfound fame—not for her but the fact that not one but two people in her life seemed to have blown up overnight is not the easiest to deal with. 

still, this is not a wedding she can miss. it’s lisa, her mum’s best friend who’s getting married, after all, the woman’s like a second mother to her and matty. 

and she has to admit it to herself, having george as her date certainly makes the wedding much more exciting than any she’s been to in the past. 

really nervous about being a bridesmaid. what if i fall in front of everyone — she’d texted george the night before, her stomach in anxious knots only to get a swift reply only seconds later. 

you’ll be amazing, sweetheart <3 and i’ll be right there xx

and that’s the text she thinks about as she stands outside the entrance to the church, waiting for her musical cue. her dress is gorgeous, better than anything she’s worn in her entire life. it’s baby pink and flowy and fits her in all the right places. a bow secures half her hair up while the rest of it flow in loose curls. and everything feels utterly perfect. 

yet when the music starts, her stomach erupts in nervous butterflies. she takes a deep breath, clutching the bouquet of flowers tightly in her hands and steps inside the church. 

the aisle feels longer than ever, and every step she takes is a conscious effort to maintain composure under everyone’s gazes. it’s not a lot of people, not really, but all the sets of eyes on her and the only other bridesmaid has her sweating under the dress. cameras go off (including flashes, which she finds mildly annoying) and she tries not to trip in the heels, half-blinded by the light. she tries to find her mark on the altar until her eyes meet george and her heart stops in her chest. 

he looks beautiful and it’s then that she realises that she’s never seen him in a suit before. the dark fabric looks absolutely perfect against his skin, the cut of it flattering every muscle in his body. and his long-ish hair looks extra wavy today, soft and shiny too. 

she has the sudden urge to abandon her duties in favour of running her fingers through them. 

george smiles at her and she flushes like it’s her first time seeing him. 

“hi beautiful,” he whispers when she passes by him and a giggle slips out of her, making several eyes snap to her. 

“hi,” she mouths back when she finally, finally gets to her place on the alter. (without tripping or stumbling) 

he’s right at the front of the pew, smiling bashfully at her while she lets her eyes roam over him again—on his handsome face and absolutely perfect suit, on his baby pink tie that matches her dress so perfectly (athough she has no idea when he planned or bought that) and lastly, she meets his eyes. 

he looks at her with all the softness in the world; like she’s the only one that matters in this room, like she’s the one he came here for. the music swells around them again and turns softer. this time, she has no choice but to peel her eyes away from george and focus on the bride. 

her throat feels tight at the sight of her mum escorting lisa down the aisle. they whisper something to each other in hushed tones and giggle, almost like they’re still teenagers. the crowd awws and she has no choice but to wipe a fallen tear off her cheeks.

the ceremony is absolutely lovely, and she cries and laughs multiple times, sometimes even simultaneously. but one thing remains constant—she feel’s george’s eyes on her the whole time, moving away only when the newlyweds are declared husband and wife and when they share a kiss. 

she laughs and walks behind them with the rest of the wedding party as they run out the church, hand-in-hand, whooping with joy. it’s such a beautiful moment that for a second, she forgets to look for george. 

until a hand wraps around her wrist lightly and pulls her into a corner. she yelps, stumbling into a firm chest and the next thing she feels is a pair of familiar lips on hers as george kisses the absolute daylights out of her. 

“there you are,” he smiles once they manage to pull back slightly. "beautiful as always." 

“there i am,” she smiles, cheeks warm and eyes unable to meet his. he really does look absolutely irresistible like this. it makes all her thoughts go astray and her mouth go dry. somewhere outside, people are already blasting music but it sounds soft and dreamy floating inside the empty church like this—well, empty except for them, in each other's arms.   

“you looked incredible up there, sweet girl, couldn’t stop staring at you.”

“i knowww,” she teases, giggling when he tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “could feel your eyes on me the whole time. you are very distracting.”

“you are very distracting,” his eyes sparkle, “i couldn’t tell you a single thing about the wedding y’know? but i think i can wax poetics about the sunlight catching in your hair.”

she giggles at his sappiness, slapping him on the arm lightly (and taking the chance to feel the muscles underneath). george, on the other hand, buries his face in the crook of her neck and hums lightly to the tune of the song playing outside. 

“dance with me,” he says, his voice muffled and she nods, already swaying to the faint tune floating in. he’s right though, now that she thinks about it, she absolutely could wax poetics about the sunlight falling on him. especially through the tinted glass windows of the church. it’s casts a halo around him, softening everything about him. 

“you’re staring,” he smiles against her lips, capturing her mouth in a quick kiss before she can get a word out. not that it bothers her much though, she just sighs happily and lets him deepen it, lets him sway her gently. instead, her mind flashes her with an image—them dancing exactly like this, perhaps a little older, her in white and george in whatever the fuck he wants to wear because he’s always stunning. she can picture it so clearly—a wedding of their own. a marriage too. 

when the thought occurs to her, it takes shape in her head, flashing her with more images—a honeymoon in the mediterranean, george with warm sunlight on him and sand stuck to his chest. warm nights spent tangled up in sheets with george railing her into the mattress. bright mornings spent kissing and cuddling and giggling under sheets. 

“what are you thinking about?” his voice shatters the vision and she stutters a bit, trying not to freak him out with all her future plans. 

“hmm? nothing just—”

“you’ve got that look on your face. like you’re thinking of me naked—”

“george!” she slaps a hand over his mouth, “we’re in a church!”

chuckles under her hand, and she can feel the vibrations against her palm. “no tell me what you were thinking about.”

“about… us,” she swallows, hoping he won’t prod further. but of course she’s proven wrong not even a second later when he twirls her mid-dance and asks, “what about us?”

about you and me getting married, she wants to say, having a life together, the forever kind. but thoughts churn in her head rapidly, they’ve only been together for a year and a half, they’re still so young, and george is just getting started with the band.

“you’re overthinking,” he murmurs. “now i’m really curious”

“okay fine! i got carried away and thought about us– about us–”

“getting married?” he finishes for her and she hums, trying not to blush like a fucking schoolgirl. it’s unfair that he should still have that effect on her after all this time, that he should tower over her like this and fluster her so much. 

for a moment, he doesn’t say anything, he only sways her letting the soft melody carry them. his hand grazing her back is so gentle, almost caressing her, making her feel electric with every brush of his fingers and she wishes she could bottle this moment and keep it forever. 

“what do you think i was thinking about the whole time?” it makes her whip her head at him, and her breath catches in her throat. 

“don’t joke about this.”

“who says i’m joking, sweetheart?” 

she doesn’t let him continue before she’s kissing him again, slow and soft and deep enough to make her toes curl in her heels. his hands roam all over her body, over the open skin of her back, caressing her spine with such softness that goosebumps spread all over her. she gasps in his mouth and he slides his tongue inside, pulling at her bottom lip with his teeth until she’s dizzy and weak in the knees. 

“george,” she groans and it’s like she’s doesn’t have to say anything more. 

“let’s get out of here,” he murmurs and takes her hand in his, dragging her behind him as they run away giggling, in search of someplace secluded. the sunshine hits her again, so warm and beautiful and she closes her eyes, locking this memory in forever. 

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MASTERLIST 🦈

Requests are open for any of the characters on the Masterlist.

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Resident Evil

Leon S. Kennedy

Pink Vial of Loving 🔥

The new agent you are jealous of drugs Leon. He goes to you for help.

Dead By Daylight

Packing them a lunch 🩷

ft. Jake Park, David King, Nea Karlsson

What they are like in Minecraft

ft. Jake Park, Nea Karlsson, David King, Claudette Morel, Feng Min, William “Bill” Overbeck, Yun-Jin Lee, Felix Richter, Élodie Rakoto, Jill Valentine, Leon S. Kennedy

When you are on your period 🩷

ft. Jake Park, David King, Claudette Morel, Leon S. Kennedy

Best Kissers

Killers who would show mercy // part 2

WWE

LA Knight

Off Script 🌧️🩷

A promo goes off script when you come to watch your husband work.

LA Knight with a shy wife 🩷

Grayson Waller

Picture Perfect 🩷

Triple H hires a photographer who Grayson just can’t keep his eyes off of

WWE’s Himbo Tag Partners with a girly female partner 🩷

ft. Austin Theory

Girlfriend 🩷

Grayson keeps flirting with you in front of everyone.

Feeling Fabulous 🩷

Grayson wears matching ring attire with his girlfriend.

Date 🩷

The Smackdown roster knows Waller is trying to take you out tonight, so your WWE father figure goes to have a chat with him.

WWE’s Himbo BFs when they’re jealous 🩷🌧️

ft. Austin Theory

WWE’s Himbo BFs and cuddling 🩷

ft. Austin Theory

WWE’s Himbo BFs + the one bed trope 🩷

ft. Austin Theory

Grayson Waller and the friends to lovers trope 🩷

You Are Beautiful 🩷🌧️🔥

You feel insecure before your date. Luckily, your boyfriend is there to help.

WWE’s Himbo BFs and receiving compliments 🩷

ft. Austin Theory

Date me 🩷🌧️

Grayson asks you out on a date. The roster hears and Candice convinces you it was just for a dare.

Grayson Waller and the Exes to Lovers Trope 🌧️🌧️🩷🩷

Lipstick 🔥🩷

You let Grayson pick out your lipstick

My Girl– 🩷

Bron Breakker flirts with Grayson’s girlfriend.

Helping Hand 🩷

The newest member of judgement day helps Grayson get a win.

Lost in the Storms 🩷

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(POLY) Grayson Waller & Austin Theory

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Cake and Dresses

Dad! Atsumu Miya x Fem! Reader

Warnings: only a lot of fluff, Miya twins insulting each other, Atsumu isn't in the first couple scenes (sorry it will be worth it)

Synopsis: You and Atsumu have a beautiful daughter and it is her birthday and Valentine's Day

Word Count: 873

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You come back home with your cute little daughter after her long and exhausting school day. Today was a very special day. Not only was it Valentine's Day, but it was your sweet daughter’s birthday. Currently you go and pick up the cake her dear Uncle Osamu baked for her. When you saw the pink hearts all over the place. Her name was written in white frosting. The cake was chocolate (your husband’s and daughter’s personal favorite).

“Thank you Osamu! I hope it wasn't too much trouble.” You said holding the heart shaped baked good.

“It's no problem! I love helping ya… but not my dumbass twin brother.” He chuckled.

You were used to the two bickering at each other. At times you found it quite entertaining. Especially since Atsumu proved himself not to be very smart when it came to saying something back. You tried to help him come up with comebacks, but he told you he could do it on his own.

And he was so wrong.

“So Aiko, how was kindergarten today?” Asked her uncle.

“It was great! I got many Valentine's and for my birthday too!” Your little girl held them in a box.

“Well, that's nice. Did ya know yer dad never got Valentine's until he was in his last year of high school?”

“Osamu! That is not true! You know I have been giving him gifts in his locker since junior high!” You told him.

“Well, he didn't know ya had a crush on him until ya wrote that cringy love letter that year.” He teased you.

“Well, I don't regret it one single bit because he helped me make this cutie!” You squished Aiko’s chubby cheeks.

You later on made it home with the help of Osamu carrying that cake, while you were holding all the things your daughter received. When you were picking up the cake, your dear husband was getting the living room ready for Aiko’s birthday party.

“We are back!” You yelled at Atsumu.“Just in time. I was done decorating and getting very bored.” He replied back slouching on the couch.

He looked up to see his beloved wife and daughter. He averted his eyes and saw his twin brother. “Hey y/n, why’d ya invite this dumbass??!?”

“Who are ya calling a dumbass?!?” His brother set the box on the table.

“Yer ugly ass!!”

“I am not dumb or ugly. We basically look the same!!”

“Daddy!!” Your baby girl pounced on her father to give him a nice bear hug.

“Aiko, my sweet baby girl.” He picked her up and kissed her round cheek.

You smiled at the adorable sight of Atsumu hugging Aiko. She had your eyes and had Atsumu’s dark hair (but you know he has his hair dyed blonde). You couldn't help but go over and join. “Don't forget about your wife Tsum Tsum.”

“Oh of course I would never forget about my beloved Valentine since we were teenagers.” Atsumu place your sweet daughter on the ground and pecked your cheek.

“Hey!” Your daughter puffed her cheeks while stomping her tiny foot on the floor.

“Honey, no one forgot about you.” You bent down to her height.

Her toothy grin appeared onto her face again. She ran away to her room for some reason. Usually Aiko stays in the living room on her birthday. (She adores the attention.) She came back with presents in hand.

“Whatcha got there, baby girl?” Asked her father.

“For you!” She stretched the presents to both you and your dear husband.

“Awe, how cute and sweet of you Aiko.” You smiled at her.

“What about me?” Osamu frowned.

“I didn't forget about you Uncle ‘Samu!” She reached into her bookbag for a little box.

You guys opened up your presents to see something the little girl has made for each of you. Atsumu got a bracelet made with beads and a volleyball charm. Osamu got a bracelet too, but with an onigiri charm. You got a necklace made with beads and with a gem charm in the shape of a heart. “Ya did a good job in making them little love.” You told her.She twisted her foot on the ground with a shy smile. “I am glad you like them.”

“Oh! Birthday time!” Shouted Atsumu at the top of his lungs.

After the party, Osamu headed back home. Of course, before leaving he bickered some more. Aiko fell asleep on the couch. You couldn't resist taking a picture of your lovely daughter. Atsumu went to the room to get a special thing for you.

“There you are. Mind helping me in carrying this little cutie?” You asked your beloved husband.

“No, I don't mind. But first, I would love to give ya something.” He said hugging you.

“What is it?”

“Ya have to open it my dear.”

You opened the box to see a beautiful dress that was (favorite color). It was an everyday dress. It had some flowery design on it. “So, do ya like it?” He smiled at you.

“I adore it. But not as much as you!” You hugged him tighter.

“Maybe a date sometime. My dumb brother can take care of our daughter.”

"Absolutely!" Was all you said.

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KIND OF DRABBLE WITH ADAM WARLOCK (WANDAVISION AU)

part 2

Adam walked absentmindedly reading a newspaper while you used your powers to tidy up the dishes. Suddenly a plate collided with Adam's head and broke.

*laughter from the audience*

"What was that?" he asked with a frown

"Oh my husband and his indestructible head"

"My wife and her charming powers"

You took off your apron by hanging it on a hook on the wall while Adam removed his hat and folded the newspaper in two. They were separated by a beautiful pastel light blue countertop, so they both leaned in to give each other a tender and quick kiss on the lips.

*aww from the audience*

"How was today dear?"you asked

"Pretty good, you know, the same old stuff. But I couldn't wait to come home to see you"

You walked strutting near Adam

"Well, it's good that you say it because I have a special surprise for you!"

"Really? and what is?"

You pointed to an almanac behind him

"There, look at the date. Today something special is celebrated"

Adam remained doubtful for a few seconds without knowing what to answer. If only he could remember the date.

"Oh yeah right! The date.."

"Adam, you remember the date, don't you?" you became serious with your hands on your hips and a reproachful look

Adam got nervous and pretended to answer an imaginary phone with his hand extending the thumb and little finger and then put it to his ear. "Oh, do you hear that? Someone is calling me. I have to go. Bye!"

*laughs*

★・・・・・・★

Adam went out to visit some neighbors to see if they needed help with anything, he was very helpful and did simple tasks like cutting the grass or babysitting, and he couldn't help but wonder what was the special celebration of that day. Meanwhile you were preparing dinner and decorating the house.

"Come on Warlock thinks, what is celebrated today? Her birthday? no no that was last month"

He was walking with the lawn mower through a neighbor's garden while he was frowning trying to discover that doubt that tormented him

"Now I put the chocolate in the casserole in a bain-marie.. What's that smell? Oh no the cake is burning!!"

Meanwhile you had your own problems to solve, you weren't a very good cook but you did your best. You opened the oven door and saw how a little smoke came out, you carefully removed the cake and noticed that it was a little burned on the bottom. You sighed in sorrow.

"Independence Day? Valentine's Day? Ugh, what is it??"

Suddenly Adam remembered, that day in the office his colleagues had talked about the boss going on vacation and they were planning to have a nice gesture with him. Then Adam proposed inviting him to his own home for dinner. Feeling happy he jumped for joy as a dog stared at him, tilting its head

"What?"he told the dog

*laughs*

You were trying to cover the burnt part of the cake while with your powers you had put the spoon in the saucepan to stir the chocolate without stopping when the phone rang, you ran to answer

"Yes? Who is it?"

"My dear it's me, Adam. I just wanted to tell you that I can't wait to see you at the house tonight for this special occasion".

You smiled from ear to ear blushing slightly, so after all he did remember. "I'll be here waiting for you my love, I love you bye"

You went back to the kitchen and after a few minutes you managed to prepare something decent and the chocolate dipped strawberries were ready. You changed your apron for something more comfortable. Snapping your fingers you made a nice pale pink silk nightgown appear, it was floor length and on the sleeves as well as on the bottom it had feathers like a soft feather boa. It had a plunging neckline too. Suddenly you felt that someone opened the door, you couldn't see who it was because you had turned off the light and there were few candles on, yet you knew it was Adam.

"Guess who". You stood behind the man and put your hands in front of his face covering his eyes.

But appearances are deceiving because out of nowhere someone turned on the light and appeared behind you, he had entered through the kitchen

"(Y/N)!"

"Adam?!"

You turned scared looking at him with a face of confusion and surprise. If he was Adam who was the…? The man in front of you turned around with an even more confused and slightly sullen face.

"(Y/N) This is Mr. Brook. I invited him to dinner today, remember?" Adam said nervously trying to lighten the situation.

Mr. Brook looked you up and down and you just realized that you were in a revealing outfit in front of a stranger

"Oh..". You covered your chest in embarrassment as Adam came up behind you making a face that was meant to be a smile.

*the audience bursts out laughing*

"May I know what kind of way to greet guests is that?" growled Mr. Brooks

"It's a-an European greeting, my wife is from there. It's kind of a tradition"

Immediately afterwards, Adam stood behind you and did the same thing that you had done before. He placed his chin on top of your head and gently covered your eyes saying "Guess who" while you turned and shook his hand awkwardly.

"Excuse me but I have to talk to my husband for a second, honey will you follow me into the kitchen?"

You grabbed Adam's wrist and pulled him into the kitchen, accidentally your nightgown had opened again at the chest, revealing your cleavage.

"Can you explain to me what your boss is doing here?"

"What are you wearing??"

"Why didn't you tell me that you had invited him to dinner?"

"What are you wearing..". Now Adam had mumbled it, sliding his eyes down a bit.

You crossed your arms, pursing your lips. "I thought you remembered the special date!"

"And I did it! I was supposed to invite the boss who is going on vacation today"

"No, today was supposed to be our wedding anniversary silly!!". You blurted out pronouncing each syllable slowly

"Oh no.."

"This is a disaster!". Pouting you walked away from Adam about to cry

"How sorry my love I feel like a fool for forgetting our anniversary, but we can work it out. I promise you that after Mr. brooks is gone we will be able to celebrate our anniversary together properly".

"You promise?"

"Of course"

You smiled and kissed your husband tenderly

"Do you think he would like chocolate strawberries?"

★・・・・・・★

What happened next was quite chaotic, you had changed your clothes while preparing another dinner, this time something simpler just for the three of you. While Adam entertained Mr. Brooks so he wouldn't suspect that they didn't have anything ready to eat. I don't know who fared worse, if you were stressed following recipes you knew you couldn't cook or your husband who did the impossible so that his boss wouldn't get bored and leave, he even started to improvise a song.

However, in the end everything went well and when the boss left you two could finally rest.

"We're quite an peculiar couple don't you think darling?"

You walked over to sit next to him on the sofa. "That was never in doubt, honey"

"(Y/N) I'm sorry for forgetting something as important as this. It won't happen again"

You looked at him sweetly and placed your hand caressing his cheek to which Adam closed his eyes enjoying the warmth of your hand

"Oh Adam, don't worry. The love you give me every day is more than enough"

he leaned in to kiss you and you returned the gesture

*the audience applauds*

★・・・・・・★

Although I wrote the same wandavision scene because I'm not very original, I must say that in my head Adam would not forget special dates. He just pays so much attention to you that he won't forget it, that's my headcanon

anyway enjoy this weird thing i wrote while bored

[footballerimaginess]

Instagram Files | Valentine’s Day

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY ❤️ My gift to you all is this instagram file. Please show some love, tell me what your favourite is as I would love to know.  Credit to all owners of these photos. 

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