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hyewka · 4 months

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Okay okay!

Imagine walking in on long time bestfriend Kai using a pussy pocket on himself! Like...he's whimpering and moaning, edging himself and bullying his pretty dick with it.

And reader is like standing there not knowing what to do in a situation like this except feel the heat pool between her legs until Kai loudly chants reader's name while he's cumming...moaning and whining as he drains himself of everything he's got.

(+ he has such a sweet, reddened face, all sweaty and breathy but his arms are all veiny, wrapped around his huge cock!!....???!!)

From your new freaky deeky anon that loves you so much!!

- 🩰

warnings. assumed kai stole mc’s panties, perv!kai, pocket pussy, sub!kai, childhood best friends, not proofread i got a little excited over this ask lol

when your parents decided to take up the chance of renting a summer vacation home with kai’s family tagging along, practically tight knit family friends because of you and kai’s inseparability since childhood, you agreed in a heartbeat. though you basically see hueningkai enough as it is, you haven’t seen his parents and sisters in forever.

it’s all cheerful and relaxing, getting pulled into a tight, all too familiar hug by kai’s mom when they finally arrive a few hours after you guys settled in, on about how much she missed you and playfully scolding you for not catching up with her that often. “any boyfriend yet?” she teases with a tilt to her voice.

you groan, cheeks hurting with the smile permanent on your face. “not yet aunty, still single.”

“but you’re such a pretty young lady!” Her flattery always has you feeling giddy because you know she means it every time. “stop it” you mutter, carrying her bag for her.

“you know he’s available right?” she gestures towards kai who was unloading the suitcases from the trunk. you unintentionally hone in the bead of sweat that drips down his face, the sun blazing hot shining on him. damn. you snap out of it when she speaks up again. “when you guys get married, i’m owed a thousand.”

you chuckle when he snaps his head to you guys as if his ears are trained to pick up on a conversation that had to do with marriage when it comes out of his mother’s mouth. this is such a typical interaction, always reminding you that you and kai might as well just get married already with like, five kids—you’re almost unfazed. “mom, stop!” he whines, the tips of his ears red.

“hey, this is a girl’s conversation you’re not allowed to join in.” she shoos and you almost double over in laughter at his facial expression as he immediately drops it, going in the house dragging two suitcases loaded with a duffel bag. he always pouts whenever he’s frustrated and its the funniest thing ever.

“he’s such a baby, jesus.” she sighs. “but he’s lovable.” it comes from a motherly place, but it still feels almost like she’s giving you a nudging.

he’s lovable.

but you know that. he is your best friend after all. So you laugh it off.

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you feel like such a pervert. you’ve been standing here for an entire five minutes without a single movement of a muscle. but between the two of you, who was the nastier one?

the one peeking through the already halfway opened door coincidentally or the one having a pair of lace underwear pressed under their nose…while deliriously jacking off. well, okay, you’re kind of at fault for being glued to your spot and not just shutting the door for his privacy but jesus christ. kai was using an entire sex toy in a house full of family? you know the walls were pretty sound proof but your paranoia would dispel any reason for you to act on any sexual urges, so jesus christ.

was he that horny? well he looked it seeing that his legs were entirely spread on his bed. and were those his girlfriend’s panties? but his mom said he was available? so whose-

you’re scared shitless when you notice kai’s clouded, glazed over eyes firmly on you, no longer shut—your hand on the door knob shake. but once again you’re frozen in place, no matter how much your brain tells you to move, you can’t and even crazier, he doesn’t stop even when theres a flash of panic in his features getting rid of the panties pressed to his nose, no—in fact his hand almost blurs as he slides the pocket pussy up and down on his glistening cock. god, his cock. it’s pretty. holy shit it’s pretty. like every part of him, somehow he manages to make an organ that resembles a fucking overcooked hotdog look good. you feel your throat dry, because even more than it not standing weird or bending in directions, it was fucking huge.

you jolt a little when you hear creaking of stairs, immedietely entering inside hueningkai’s room and shutting the door behind you in panic. you lock it.

“fuck.” you breathe. you think you might’ve lost your mind. you really do. because in normal circumstances you would probably unintentionally cockblock him, or at least say something. anything. but you’re fucking enamored at the way his brows furrow, the way he hisses low curses, his broad chest unrhythmic as it falls up and down, heaving.

you’ve always had a hint of his size the few times you’ve caught what you assumed to be accidental boners, but you didn’t know it was this big. It’s almost intimidating. and it has you rubbing your thighs pathetically.

the squelching sounds of the terribly gracious amount of lube and what you assume to be his precum barely does the job of drowning out his pathetic mewls and whining.

all color drains from your face when he calls out to you. it almost felt like you were watching a camboy for a second there. “Y/N, fuck-fuck fuck, are you-” he chokes, the sweat making his face practically glow under the dim light of his room. “do you like this?” he pants, eyes wet and big—the most vulnerable you’ve seen them.

you find yourself dumbly nodding, like you were under some sort of spell, unable to get out words as his moan strains with a final breath, bucking his hip up with the pocket pussy firmly pressed down in his entire length. It looks straight out of a porno the way his mouth falls open, your name out of his lips sinfully once again as he tenses, orgasming.

your instinct is to immediately go to cover his mouth, because for a moment there, he was too goddamn loud! but, god was that a mistake. Because you get a closer look of the drenched panties peeking from under him and your breath hitches.

then your eyes slowly trail back to kai’s that were just completely fucked out. the sheets being covered with dried semen has you guessing that hes been going at it for hours.

was that why his texts to you to shut the bathroom lights were so weirdly full of misspellings? did he…leave the door open on purpose?

his whimper against your palm sends jolts, and your eyes widen at seeing he had his hand on his cock again, pain etched on his eyes, clearly from the overstimulation but he tugs until its growing hard in his hand again, all while holding his eyes on your face. you gulp.

this was going to be a long week.

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note. i love childhood best friends sub!kai like theres somethinggg about him

#txt smut #hueningkai smut #sub!idol #txt hard hours #yeonjun smut #🌷. rana thoughts #✶ ━━ rana ; answered #🩰 anon

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gatorbites-imagines · 11 months

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HOBiE BROWN NSFW AND SFW HEADCANONS PLS 🙏🙏🙏

LAWD i am soo down bad for that man, good lord. 😩

If hobie tells me to jump from a building, I WOULD AND I'D THANK HIM⁉️⁉️🙏

-🥚 anon (its been so long since we've interacted, but im always lurking on your account and checking them out, but not like your post it because you deserve better :)

Hobie Brown sfw alphabet

Have an alphabet

I am love Hobie Brown :).

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

Hobie isn’t the most physically affectionate I believe, at least in public. He just doesn’t come across as someone who’s all lovey dovey more the most part. When youre alone though? He flops in your lap, good luck getting out.

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

This man would both die and kill for you as your bestie. He definitely corrupts you, or enlightens you, in the ways of being punk and why capitalism sucks ass. DIY makes you clothes, sews spikes into your jackets, and puts patches on your pants for you.

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

This man is all hard and sharp edges, it probably takes a while to get used to cuddling with him without being jabbed by his elbows or shoulders. He likes to cuddle after you guys have been together for a while, and he knows he wants to stay with you. Big spoon and little spoon, doesn’t matter.

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

I don’t think he would want to settle down, at least for a very long time. Settling down would be too boring for him, he likes excitement in his life.

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

Hobie isn’t one to beat around the bush, so hed just tell you. Get it done and over with.

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

Honestly? I don’t think Hobie believes in marriage. Its just a way to spend a lot of money for a piece of paper, a part of the machine of society, or something like that.

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

I think he secretly can be quite gentle, he’s great at being there for you emotionally if you are struggling. He does tend to be quite tough, but if you are struggling hes there for you.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He likes to hug, though it tends to be one armed hug or him throwing his arm over someone’s shoulder. After a long patrol he comes home to you though, and just wants to hold you for a while. Like with cuddling hes all sharp edges, but its comfortable in its own weird way.

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

He wouldn’t say it very fast, probably a few months since he has to make sure you are the one. He also doesn’t find it that important to say, since he expresses his love through actions.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Hobie doesn’t come across as the jealous type for the most part, he doesn’t go through your things or want you to not have friends who are certain genders. He does make his move though if anyone else is flirting with you. He wouldn’t start fights unless the other person started it first, but he will finish it.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses would be intense, especially after you two have grown to truly love one another. He always kisses you like its gonna be your last. He loves kissing you on the lips and your hands, he likes when you kiss his hands too or his forehead when you cuddle.

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

Hobie is great with kids, he treats them like their own people and respect them, which means the kids love him.

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

He sleeps late most days because he’s out at night being spiderman, so most mornings are spent cuddling as he doesn’t wanna get up just yet.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He’s out most nights as spiderman, and when he isn’t you two always go out to do things, like go to concerts, protests, go hang out with other people or just to have fun. Though you also have nights where it’s just the two of you.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Hobie would wait a while before opening up about himself, since he’s spiderman and the life he’s lived, he can’t just trust anyone. There most likely still things about him you don’t know, but you know he will tell you if it’s important.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Hobie is pretty patient, for the most part. Though it depends on who you are, if you are a fascist, a racist, or anything like that, he has absolutely no patience.

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

Hobie remembers most things you tell him because you are important to him, so he makes sure to keep it in mind. He probably remembers the small things you assume he will forget.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Definitely if you guys have had a spiderman kiss. It’s the smaller things, like when you two are sitting together in his apartment and he’s just playing on his guitar when you mess with his wicks, or cuddling, or if you paint his nails for him.

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

Depends on the situation, for the most part he knows you can protect yourself. But if he knows you need it, he steps in swinging. He won’t let you get hurt if he has any say. Part of him would also like if you protected him too, even though you both know he can protect himself.

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

It truly depends on the situation, for the most part he doesn’t put too much effort into dates. It would just be things like you two going out to get some food to go and sitting on a bench and talking, or even bringing it home. Or going to a concert or something like that. Of course, he has his moments, for anniversaries or if he just feels like it, where he makes a bigger deal out of it.

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

His apartment is a mess, like wow. But its like an organized mess. But if you don’t like messes its probably difficult. He most likely has a pair of crust punk pants too, so do with that as you will.

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

He isn’t concerned at all, he doesn’t believe in vanity and the level of power society puts on appearances. As long as he’s comfortable, he doesn’t care.

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

After a while, yeah. After your lives have become very intertwined, he couldn’t imagine his life without you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Can do so many different types of art. Sewing, knitting, painting, sculpting, woodwork, the list goes on and on. He’s also so incredibly smart, and has memorized like, all the laws in the area he lives, so he can throw them back in the faces of people who would try to arrest him or someone else.

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

Vanity, if you care way too much about appearances or what others think about you. If you are super rich, he doesn’t like capitalism, so he probably wouldn’t like a partner who’s involved with it more than normal.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

His sleep habits are as messy as any other spider-person. Goes to sleep late, sleeps late in the morning. Goes longer periods of time without sleeping when working on things, you have to drag him to bed at times.

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ewanmitchellcrumbs · 1 year

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Hi I have a request I’d like to make ^_^

Can you write something where Aemond is a bit shy when he cums, so he’s always burying his face against her neck, but this time reader really wants to see his expressions when he climaxes so she’s on top for the first time. He’s a little taken aback but he can’t deny the view is great. When he almost gets to climaxing he’s like “w-wait! I’m close..!” And she just grabs his jaw, making forced eye contact and proceeds to ride him even harder until he cums.

I LOVE it when people reach out off of anon. Very brave. Much courage.

ANYWAY, your wish is my command. Pls enjoy.

Warnings: As if this needs any. You know there will be smut. NSFW. 18+ Word count: ~1k

Aemond had always been a generous and attentive lover. Despite not having much in the way of sexual experience prior to your marriage, he was a perfectionist and eager to learn. He had spent hours poring over every tome that the Red Keep’s library had to offer on the act of pleasure, and plentiful practice had meant there was never a day that you were left wanting physically.

It had taken a while to convince him to remove his eyepatch in front of you. His claim of “I have no desire to frighten you, my love.” had made your heart ache. He was clearly self conscious of his disfigurement, but you were desperate to see all of him. The night that he had finally relented and allowed you to lift it from his face had been a tender moment for you both. You had pressed gentle kisses to his scar and reassured him that you loved all of him, he didn’t need to hide any parts of himself from you.

Despite this, one of those frustrating factors for you in your marriage to the One-Eyed Prince was that during the act of love he would always hide his face from you at the point of climax. Either by burying his face in the crook of your neck if you lay below him or throwing his head back if he took you from behind. You knew it was fuelled by his insecurity regarding his eye and it bothered you that there was still an element of discomfort for him in your relationship. You were determined to fix it.

You’d tried to outsmart him one morning, sliding down the bed to take him into your mouth, watching his face carefully as you’d bobbed your head back and forth along his thick length. However, as he’d reached the apex of his pleasure, he’d turned his head away into the pillows, leaving you with a mouthful of his spend and an overbearing sense of exasperation.

A week later the two of you lay together in your marital bed, each of you on your side, facing each other. The ever increasing passion of your kisses and the way Aemond’s hands roam the curves of your body make it explicitly clear where things are headed. An idea strikes you.

Hooking a leg over Aemond’s hip, you roll him onto his back, sitting astride his hips.

A slight raise of his eyebrow, that would have been imperceptible to anyone else, lets you know that your actions have shocked your husband and you grin down at him.

“What are you doing, dōna ābrazȳrys?” He asks curiously. Sweet wife.

“Just trying something different, my dragon.” You purr back.

His right eye watches with keen interest as you reach between your bodies, positioning his hardened cock at your entrance before sinking down slowly.

You gasp at the stretch of him and the unexplored depth and angle. This is a new position for both of you, but it is not an unwelcome sensation. From the sharp inhale through his nose that Aemond takes as he grits his teeth, you can tell that he’s enjoying it too.

Gingerly, you begin to grind your hips back and forth against his. Unsure of what you are doing, your lack of experience causes you to hesitate, so you are grateful when Aemond grasps your hips and helps your movements along as he thrusts up into you.

His right eye drinks in the sight of you appreciatively as you ride him. From the contorted expression of pleasure on your face, to the bounce of your breasts and the roll of your hips against his. “Vok.” He whispers, as you move above him. Perfect.

His praise instills you with renewed confidence and you move your hips faster, harder, until Aemond’s grip on you tightens, his breathing becoming ragged. The familiar tensing of his abdominal muscles and pulsating of him inside of you are all you need to feel to know he is close to his end. You smirk down at him.

Panic washes over his features as he attempts to turn his face away. “No, no, I’m close!” He groans.

“I know.” You breathe out, taking his chin between your thumb and forefinger to turn him back towards you. “I will look upon your face as you fill me.”

You continue to ride Aemond. The beginnings of his protestations die on his lips as his release takes hold. Your lips part, eyes wide with both wonder and enjoyment as you take in the sight of his pleasure drunk features as he pumps you full of his seed.

His brow is furrowed. The blue iris of his right eye is no longer visible from the dilation of his pupil. The bridge of his nose is scrunched ever so slightly, distorting the positioning of the scar that runs along the left side of his face. His mouth hangs agape as an almost feral sounding grunt escapes him.

You have never seen anything quite so beautiful as your husband in the throes of ecstasy. You cannot quite believe that this is what he has been hiding from you all this time. Your own pleasure is long forgotten to you as you gaze adoringly down at him.

Suddenly he pushes you off of him with a force that causes you to collapse onto your own side of the bed.

“I’m sorry you saw that.” He mutters, turning away from you, clearly distressed.

You reach out a tentative hand, stroking his shoulder. “Aemond, we’ve spoken about this…”

He sighs. “I know, ñuha jorrāelagon, but it is one thing for you to flatter me during idle conversation. It is another entirely for my disfigurement to rob you of your pleasure.” My love.

You pull him gently onto his back, looking down at him with concern. “What do you mean?”

“You saw my face when I…when I- and you didn’t peak.”

Your features soften as you chuckle slightly. “Aemond, you were so breathtaking to me in that moment, that I quite forgot that that was the intention.”

Aemond eyes you suspiciously. “Really?”

You nod. “Aemond, my words to you are not just flattery. I mean it when I say I think you are perfect. Please never hide your face from me again.”

He appears to consider this for a moment before speaking. “Okay, dōna ābrazȳrys. But you must allow me one exception.”

“And what is that?”

Aemond smirks wickedly at you as he lowers himself on the bed. “My face will be hidden when it is between your thighs. No wife of mine will go to sleep unsatisfied.”

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reveluving · 5 months

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omg phillip graves and his shy wifes first time together pls

Anon, baby! You're playing with my meow meow rn!! 😭💗 BUT LET'S GO

Includes: soft dom!graves (dating/pre-marriage), implications of virginity loss/bad past experiences, petnames ('pretty girl'), fingering, licking & marking, unprotected sex (p in v)

COD x shy!wife thots closed! Thank you, everyone, for your time & amazing minds! I sincerely hope I can do this again with y'all soon! 💌

Come & check out my COD m.list!

It starts with a kiss.

Kisses after kisses. He wants to ease you into the moment. To let you know that time wasn't of the essence and he won't (and would never) rush you into things to the point of scaring or downright pressuring you.

He'll be rougher or freakier with you some other time. When he knows you're more open to newer things, curious of what sex—no, making love has to offer.

“Y'sure you want this?” You nodded into his chest, and as cute as it was, he needed verbal confirmation, “‘M gonna need t’hear you say it, pretty girl.”

“Yes,” It was breathy, almost whispering, but your tone was pure need—he'd know hesitation when he hears or sees one, “Please, Phil. I need you… I–”

You paused, “I've always needed you.”

He effortlessly carried you to the bedroom, holding you up at the foot of the bed before gently laying you down.

He straightened up to remove his shirt, ‘taking the lead’ in undressing in hopes that you'd feel more comfortable with the idea.

“Mind if I take ‘em off?” He gestured to your shirt, kissing your jaw while waiting for your response. Even when you uttered a ‘mhm’, he didn't take them off immediately. Instead, his lips wandered wherever he could reach, then tested out with a few nips here and there.

Hearing your whimpers, barely able to cover up your moans, one could only imagine his self-restraint, dying to make an appearance to make you his. It was evident in the way he gripped the sheets next to your head.

He does the same with your pants/skirt, trailing kisses down your leg as the bottomwear slides off, leaving you in your undies.

He lets you cover yourself, only looking at you with a smile, despite the half-lidded gaze as he whispers in your ear.

“Always knew y'had a fine body,” He emphasized, unable to resist running his hands up and down your soft skin. He helps you with your bra—slowly, then your panties, teasing you with his tongue and noting the spots that make you jump, “Always so soft against me. Makes me fuckin’ hard just thinkin’ about it.”

He chuckles when he sees you cover your eyes, failing to control the rush of heat coursing through you.

Seeing this side of you, still so shy but also waiting to be ruined. It may not be his first time but damn, he could've fooled himself by the control he was nearly lacking.

He rests his head on your tummy, peering up at you through his lashes as he slides a finger in between your folds, pulling it away and delighted to find it wet and shiny. You can’t help but shiver when he groans upon easing his middle finger into you, the tiniest squelch reaches your ears.

He won’t stop until you’re finally used to three of his fingers, caressing your head and face as your face contorts in slight pain, then comes his favourites; eyes rolling back, lips parting and back arching, babbling against his lips ‘yes, yes, yes’ or begging him not to stop.

His cock looks painful at this point, holding himself back against the sheets despite the slight precum on the tip. He asks again, “Inside?”, and at this point, you have your arms around him, almost as if praying to just have him in you.

It’s hard not to stare at his body, especially as he throws his head back. His muscles flex as he wraps your legs around him, slowly bottoming out and letting you get used to his size; the girth is one thing, but the length is another.

A fraction of his resolve begins to chip away when he looks down at you, digging your nails into the sheets and throwing your head back into the pillow, and in a daze, he lunges, nipping and sucking on your neck. Licking up the thin layer of perspiration that covers you in amidst the heat. Giving into your desires, your carnal pleasure.

To finally have him as close to you as possible.

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hanilessa · 8 months

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I have a request and take your time pls! I don’t wanna rush, I would like a scenario (I think that’s what it’s called?) of childe and I would add three more (I wasn’t sure if that’s too many but if it is then nvm!) of your choice. Can you do a marriage proposal when they were children but the s/o doesn’t believe it until they were wayyyy older? I hope that makes sense and feel free to dm me if it doesn’t or you need more info! Pls drink lots of water and I really like your writing! Here’s a cookie 🍪

` Author’s notes: hello, dear anon!! thank u so much for your request! i'm completely fascinated by this idea <3 i'm very glad that you like my writing. you need to take care of your health too!! i really hope you enjoy it. here are three cookies for you🍪🍪🍪

` Includes: Childe, Diluc, Kaeya x fem!reader

` Genre: fluff, romance, marriage proposal, childhood friends

` WC: 3.5K

CHILDE

You and Childe were childhood friends who grew up side by side. Your parents and his were good friends, and it only made sense that their children would be good friends too. You both spent a lot of time with each other, constantly playing and frolicking, but there were times when the two of you played with other children who lived in your area. It was one of those times when you and Childe joined a group of kids playing mothers and fathers.

You were quite surprised when you were given the role of a mother, because you were the oldest among all the girls present here. Embarrassed, you stepped forward and began to look around at the boys present, one of whom was supposed to be your husband for the game. Your cheeks turned red like a ripe apple when you glanced at Ajax, who stood shyly to the side, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot and looking uncertainly at his competitors.

He looked at his friend Maxim, who looked like a leader, ready to lead other people behind him with his head held high. Maxim exuded self-confidence and intelligence, he looked like a person you could rely on as your husband. Therefore, little Ajax couldn't imagine at all that you would want to choose him as your play husband. Insecure, timid and in love with you from the first day you met.

But you did it. You chose him among all the other boys who offered their candidacy for the role of your husband. His little heart beat faster as you called his name. Your voice gently broke the silence that seemed like an eternity and called his name. His blue eyes sparkled with happiness when he heard you call him and moved closer to you excitedly. You were embarrassed no less than your best friend, so you continued to look at your legs, embarrassedly hiding your eyes from everyone.

The girls swirled happily around you, singing about how you both have to get married in order for the game to be realistic. Your ears turned red when you heard these words, and a hot blush burned your cheeks. You nodded absently, afraid to look at Ajax's face out of embarrassment. In fact, he was also surrounded by boys, which is why you didn't even get a glimpse of his silhouette as the girls took you aside to get you ready for your little wedding ceremony.

And the moment you and Childe stood in front of each other, you both lost the ability to breathe. The little boy in front of you looked so timid but cute, making your heart race in your chest. His cheeks were bright red from embarrassment, and it was really very cute. That was what you wanted to remember the most about him. The way he was looking at you right now.

Your image was imprinted in his irises when he finally saw you. Your head was covered with a light white tablecloth as a wedding veil that one of the girls brought from her house, and in your hands you held a small bouquet of wildflowers. You were absolutely charming for Ajax at that moment, and he wanted all this to happen for real. He wanted you to be his wife for real.

"W-will you m-marry me, Y/n?" The way the ginger boy stuttered was both funny and very charming, but you knew for sure that you couldn't refuse him this little game.

"Yes, I will." You smiled shyly and held out your hand to him, waiting for Ajax to put on your finger a small dough bagel that one of the children brought as an analogue of a wedding ring. The little boy in front of you blushed and almost dropped precious ring. This was accompanied by laughter from the children, so Ajax looked very insecure.

But the way you gently smiled at him at that moment made him feel much more confident, and he put the ring on your ring finger with special tenderness. It was the most magical moment of his life.

Time flew by very quickly, and you both grew up, turning into adult beautiful people. Children's games are completely forgotten and left your mind from the very time when Ajax fell into the abyss, having stayed there for three days. But when you looked into his dull, empty eyes, it seemed to you that he lived there for an eternity, which mercilessly changed him. Now he was a confident, formidable and strong warrior. But what has always remained the same is that he never stopped loving you.

You carefully kept your feelings in your heart too, all your love for him, which tore your heart apart at the moments when he had to leave your small town again to go on another mission. You missed him, but you continued to believe that you would soon be able to see him again.

You were in your bookstore when the door suddenly opened and the bell rang to let you know that a customer had entered your store. You lifted your eyes and was speechless. In front of you stood your Ajax. He was dressed in a large gray coat and a red scarf, which saved him from the severe frosts of Snezhnaya. Fatui's red mask, as always, flaunted on the top of his ginger head.

"Ajax!" You didn't even have time to blink an eye, as the ginger man lifted you into his arms, carefully wrapping you in his warm coat. "Ajax! I missed you! W-wait, what are you doing?"

"I have just returned from my long mission." His voice sounds confident and cheerful, his hands in a possessive way press you closer to his warm chest. "I don't know how long I'll be here, so of course the first thing I should do is ask your parents for your hand in marriage."

"Marriage!?" You were absolutely excited by his sudden appearance in your bookstore, and now also by the fact that he spoke so easily and simply that he was going to ask your parents for marriage blessings. You both never even talked about your feelings.

"Have you forgotten that you married me a long time ago?" Childe's eyes shine with genuine happiness when he says these words, making you think for a few moments. And only when memories wake up in your head, you blush deeply and look excitedly at your best friend.

"We were kids just playing!"

Ajax only laughs sincerely and charmingly at your words. He then presses his forehead against yours and rubs his nose against yours, "Did you really think that I would ever let you leave me after you agreed to be my wife?"

Your cheeks turn treacherously red as he pulls out of his pocket that same little bagel that you once wore on your finger, but gave it to Childe when he left on his first mission, as a reminder to him that you will always be waiting for him at home.

He continued talking, "This is a symbol of our love, my dear Y/n. You gave it to me, and now I have to give you your ring. And I will do everything so that you wear a real wedding ring on your beautiful finger."

DILUC

The world of rich aristocratic people was too cruel. You and Diluc understood this at a fairly early age. The world of aristocrats was ruled by greed, self-interest, money, the lust for power and deceitful people. Who could enter into an arranged marriage just to get a lot of money. When you found out that your best friend and your first love at the same time in the future to marry lady for convenience, your poor little heart was broken.

You weren't a person of noble blood, you had an ordinary family, and you had nothing that you could offer to the rich Diluc's family in order to be able to be with him and love him. The red-haired boy was upset and angry no less than you. He never wanted to marry for convenience, hoping that someday he could marry you, his sweet little friend, whom he loved.

Things got even more complicated when Diluc was ten years old, and in honor of this, his parents arranged a big celebration in their huge rich estate. Many families came from different countries to this noble ball to experience the happiness of marrying their daughter to the offspring of wealthy aristocrats. Girls of his age filled the hall, their outfits were full of multi-colored colors, silk adorned their skin, precious diamonds glowed in the light of bright large chandeliers.

Diluc peered out from behind the big red curtains that hung at the front door and sincerely hoped that no one would be able to see him here. He had been hiding here for some time, because he didn't want to catch the eyes of his parents. They would immediately take him to all these girls so that he could communicate with them and choose a worthy bride for himself. But for him there has never been anyone more worthy than you. Only you he saw next to him throughout his life, when he could fleetingly indulge in his dreams.

Unfortunately, you didn't have the opportunity to be near your lover right now, because you simply wouldn't be allowed to this party if you came. You had no gold, no jewels, no beautiful velvet dresses. What could you offer him in return for his love? These thoughts tormented your mind and heart as you wringed your hands uncertainly behind your back as you hid in the garden. The desire to see your lover overpowered common sense and logic, so you came here tonight to see a full hall of these unfamiliar beautiful girls, one of whom will become Diluc's wife in the future.

You didn't notice how bitter tears flowed from your eyes at the mere thought that you could never be with your loved one. It was a harsh reality that could punch you in the face or plunge you into cold water as a sign that in this reality you could never be with the person you love. Your small hands trembled as you tried to wipe away the salty tears that continued to flow down your pale cheeks. It seemed impossible to do because the tears wouldn't stop coming from your eyes.

"Y/n?" That voice made your heart race in your chest as you turned around and saw a red-haired boy standing in front of you. "Why are you crying?" His voice was filled with genuine concern, and it seemed to make you cry even more.

"These girls..." Your voice trembled as you spoke. You tried to gather all your thoughts together to ask him about what was worrying you most in the world right now. "Did you like any of them?"

These words were spoken in your trembling voice, you had to make an effort to swallow an unpleasant lump in your throat, when suddenly Diluc came closer to you and wrapped you in his strong arms. Your eyes widened in excitement as you felt your lover's body press against yours.

"Never say such nonsense again." You could feel his voice trembling with suppressed emotion, and you hugged him back, trying to calm him down and give him a supportive hug. "None of them will ever compare to you!"

"But your parents will never let you marry me…" You bit your lip in despair, but the red-haired boy squeezed you tighter in his arms to show you that he didn’t need anyone but you.

"I don't care!" Diluc said confidently and looked at you with his red eyes full of love and adoration. And you could tell with certainty just by looking into his eyes that he really loved you. "I don’t care what my parents say! When I grow up, I will marry you!"

Those words were enough to make you cry again. But now you were crying from happiness, not from sadness.

Many years have passed since then. Now you worked in a small tavern to support your family. Unfortunately, the promises you both made to each other that evening were long forgotten. You realized long ago that you never had a chance to be with your loved one, and simply accepted his marriage proposal as a way to calm you from tears. As you've grown up, you've come to realize that not all marriages are for love. You were both just kids who had to face the harsh reality. But now you have the courage to face this reality face to face with your head held high.

You were wiping glasses standing at the bar when a beautifully and richly dressed man entered your modest tavern. He looked around as if he was looking for something or someone, and when his gaze settled on your figure, the man came closer to you and said solemnly.

"Lady Y/n, mister Diluc is waiting for you at his estate to discuss the details of your wedding with you. Please allow me to take you to the estate."

Your hands weakened when you heard those words, and the glass you were holding in your hands fell to the floor and shattered into many crystal particles. You were sure you'd have to pay for it later.

"It's not necessary." You heard a voice that made your heart jump out of your chest. The man you loved more than anything in the world appeared in front of you. "I will take my wife to our mansion myself."

You swallowed an unpleasant lump in your throat and looked at Diluc with your eyes, which were filled with excitement, "But how…"

He gently took your hand and pulled you closer to him, bathing you in the tenderness of his gaze. It seemed to you that you found yourself in a dream that trampled your nasty reality to shreds.

"I will never again let my parents decide for me how and with whom I spend my life." The red-haired man leaves a gentle kiss on the back of your hand. "I want to be only with you. And I want it to be official."

Your heart beat fast in your chest.

"Will you marry me?"

KAEYA

You looked around, shivering from the cool wind that swirled around you, covering your skin with a slight chill. You don’t remember at all how you got to this strange place, where darkness seemed to surround every corner that your eyes fell on. There were unusual and strange plants here, many kinds of animals unknown to you. You were a small child, so it seemed to you a beautiful and magical lost world.

You wandered along a lonely path, and you had the feeling that your journey would never end. You had the feeling that you were walking in circles when suddenly you found a spacious clearing. It wasn't that dark in here, so you had to close your eyes a little before opening your eyes wide in admiration. In the center of a small clearing was a large luminous tree.

The branches of the tree were as if strewn with the brightest stars that you saw every day in the night sky. But for some reason there were no stars in this place. When you looked up, all you saw was pitch-black darkness that swallowed up any light that entered this strange place. But in this clearing, things were different. The tree spread its branches in different directions, and therefore you could clearly see everything that was in this clearing.

And all of a sudden, your eyes caught movement. You noticed a little boy who was squatting a few meters away from you and looking at something enthusiastically. You were completely enchanted by the beauty of an unknown boy. His blue long hair was tied in a ponytail, his clothes were also very unusual, but it looked rich and presentable enough, so you thought that this boy must have come from a rich and revered family. You were curious to know what he was looking at, so you moved a little closer to him.

"Hello, what are you looking at?" Your voice broke the beautiful silence that was preserved in this place, causing the boy to flinch in fear and finally turn his attention to you. His beautiful eyes met yours and you held your breath excitedly. You have never seen such beautiful eyes.

"Hello." The blue-haired boy greeted you hesitantly, but was also quite interested to see a person who didn't look like him. "There was a little lizard here, but now it has run away."

You squatted down next to a stranger and sighed sadly, "I wish I could see it."

The boy noticed that you were upset and thought. For some reason, he was also sad when you were sad, so he decided he would find another lizard for you to see it with him.

"Then let's find another lizard!" He briskly got to his feet and held out his hand to you in an inviting gesture. Your heart beat faster in your chest as you looked at the boy who held out his hand to you. You felt a pleasant unfamiliar feeling spread through your body, and smiled happily, accepting the boy's invitation to follow him.

"My name is Kaeya."

"I'm Y/n."

Before you even noticed, a whole month has passed since your meeting with Kaeya. You've been in this strange place all this time, where your new friend lived. He brought you to his family, who helped you settle into a place that was like a magical world from fairy tales that your parents read to you. You were completely fascinated by this new unknown world, but most of all you were fascinated by the little boy who became your first friend in this magical place.

You both spent a lot of time together, and then one day the two of you returned to the clearing where you and Kaeya first met. When you joyfully ran up to the flowers growing in the clearing, Kaeya hesitantly followed you. It seemed that something had been tormenting him for some time. You were engrossed in looking at various flowers and plants when you heard a heavy sigh from Kaeya.

"What's happened?" You asked, looking into the face of your dear friend. There was a shadow of sadness on his face.

"Here we first met." You listened carefully to Kaeya's words, remaining silent, allowing him to continue speaking. "This place is very dear to me, but it also makes me sad. I'm afraid that if we met here, then we will have to part here."

You stepped closer to the blue-haired boy and took his hand, confidently looking into his eyes, "I'll never leave, I promise you."

The boy's heart began to beat at an accelerated pace, and he felt like he wished he could forever engrave this moment into his memory. And you in his life. "Then will you be with me for the rest of my life?"

"I will."

You took a deep breath, as if you had just stuck your head out of the water, and opened your eyes. You were completely dumbfounded, not understanding where you were right now. You looked around and saw a dark black sky strewn with golden stars. It was different from the place where you looked at the sky with your friend. The heart in your chest clenched desperately as you realized that you couldn't find your friend anywhere who stole your little heart.

A lot of water has flown under the bridge since the moment you met a little boy in the depths of the abyss, and by the time you became an adult woman, you decided that all this — a beautiful underworld, a large luminous tree and your friend Kaeya — was just ordinary the dream you fell into when you accidentally fell asleep in the woods. You were very sad, because you knew you never had the chance to see him again.

But for some reason, every time you again and again returned to the place where you woke up one night under the starry sky after the best dream of your life. Some unknown force pulled you to find this place again. And you had a feeling that maybe you'll find the one you've been looking for so long.

You looked around, making your way through the bushes and wild flowers, when you found yourself in a small clearing. Your heart skipped a beat for a moment, but immediately began to beat faster when you saw strangers in front of you with blue hair and eyes that you could never confuse with anyone else. The stranger also looked at you, speechless for a moment, but then smiled and held out his hand to you.

"It was so long ago, beautiful princess…" You moved closer to him, fascinated, and put your hand into his strong hand. It seemed so familiar. Kaeya smiled happily. "I remember you promised me to spend the rest of your life with me. Should I make a new marriage proposal so that you didn't leave me this time?"

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fatherphilia · 9 months

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madara x his niece, where it’s like an arranged marriage and she like refuses and her family pretty much force her to marry madara, and angsty and shii pls with a cherry on top😘

i love you /p anon. you get me ♡ i need madara to wreck his cute niece.

tw. age gap (both are adults) , incest , dubcon , arranged marriage under cut

they say that a woman’s wedding day is supposed to be the happiest day of her life. it was meant to be a day of joy and celebration where you become intertwined with your other half until the day that death parts you both.

as a young girl, that was how you dreamed your wedding to be as well. that you’d one day walk down the aisle to unite with the man of your dreams, embrace him in front of your family and share that magical kiss after the “i do’s.”

there had been nothing magical about your wedding day though, rather you’d describe it as the worst day of your life.

“mom! please..”, you had cried out, your cheeks puffy from all the crying you had done earlier and eyes wet with tears while you clung to the sleeve of your mothers arm. “i don’t want to marry him! i want nothing to do with him.”

the woman who you thought would love you above all else in the world shook her head, a clear look of disapproval on her stern face as she bent down to wipe the tears from your eyes. “if you cry so much, you’ll ruin the makeup we spent so long doing.” she scolded. “your uncle is a very nice man for agreeing to this marriage. he’ll put you in a position of power, dear. you should feel honored.”

the words your mother had spoken to you before the ceremony stuck with you as a reminder of why you’d been forced into this.

there was no honor to be felt whenever your eyes locked with the man you had trusted while growing up. he was your uncle, the man you had played lovingly in the background with as a young girl and the man who you thought of as nothing more than family.

to you, it was a loveless relationship. one your parents forced you into when you’d reach adulthood because your uncle needed an heir and he was one of the most powerful shinobi in the clan. the trust you felt in your uncle had soured the moment your parents informed you of the wedding.

you had cried, kicked, screamed, everything you could do to refuse this arrangement. how could they do this to you? you were their only daughter! didn’t they care about your happiness?

it only hurt worse when you had to meet with your other uncle the day before the marriage. the brother of your soon to be husband.

“woah- hey, there.. there.” your uncle, izuna murmured as he leaned in to wipe the tears threatening to spill from the corner of your eyes. you clasped onto the man like a scared child, hiccuping and shaking from all you’d been told.

uncle izuna, who you’d always thought to be so sweet, hugged you gently, his hand trying to rub soothing circles into your back while you cried into his shoulder. “what’s wrong?”, he had asked, his voice sounding so gentle.

your worries spilled from your lips before you could stop them. “i don’t want to marry uncle madara! please don’t let them make me marry him!” you pleaded, your hands clenching the fabric of his shirt as izuna stared at you with wide eyes. “i’m your niece too, uncle.. can’t you stop this?”

izuna merely shook his head and the warmth you had felt in his arms vanished as he pulled back. “my brother might look harsh but i’m sure you’ll both grow to love each other very much.” he then reached a hand up to pat you on the head.

your uncle, your mother. neither of them did anything to stop this.

and, so, you were left to continue the wedding; a painful ceremony full of pretty flowers and decorations that haunted you as you walked past. the cheering and smiling faces of your family feeling like a taunt when you reached the end of the aisle.

people describe their wedding kiss as something they didn’t want to be over with so soon. however for you, it couldn’t end soon enough. there was no love to be felt in the way your arms stiffly wrapped around him to return the quick peck and your discomfort was obvious with the way you pulled back just as quickly.

you’d do anything to have this stupid ceremony be all over with but when it was truly done and over, you ended up wishing it had lasted longer…

because, now you were making the slow return to your new husbands house with the expectation of the two of you consummating your marriage. your body shaking and your feet aching in your heels as you followed behind the large imposing man.

“make yourself comfortable.” he said to you as he opened the door to the bedroom, leaving you with little choice but to follow his guidance as your were ushered on to the bed.

awkwardly, you sat on the very edge, a nervous expression on your face. “um- i’m actually feeling quite tired, uncle-“

“we’re married. just call me madara.” he interjected.

you bit your lip before continuing. “madara.. i- i think it would be best if i just went to bed instead! i don’t think i’ll be able to stay awake for much longer.”

the man’s eyebrow shot up and a deep chuckle left his throat as he approached you. “do you think i’m going to bore you to asleep?” your heart jumped in fear as he leaned forward to hold your chin in his hand as he tipped your face towards him so you were meeting his gaze. “i’ll be doing most of the work. you won’t tire yourself out.”

you attempted to pull away but he tugged you back closer, his hands finding purchase on your back as his fingers pulled down the zipper. “everyone does this on their wedding night.” he commented bluntly. “if we don’t do it now then when?”

any attempt you had at pulling away now was fruitless as his hands pulled the dress from your body and pushed you down onto your back.

there was a rather obvious smirk on his face. “you’ll be expected to produce my heir. might as well start now.” his finger trailed across your collarbone and down to your breast bone, his lips following soon after as they trailed messy wet kisses down your exposed skin.

“i really don’t want to—” you’re cut off by the sound of your own voice, a pathetic and meager squeak of surprise leaving your lips as your uncle rubs his finger right over your clothed pussy with an amused grin.

there was another chuckle from him as he spoke, “no need to lie. you’re positively soaked down here.” his fingers pressed against the wet spot you hadn’t realized was there, eliciting another embarrassed noise from your lips.

his large stature kept you from being able to push him off, his firm grip on your thigh keeping your leg down while he slipped a finger into the lacy white panties you’d been forced to wear for your wedding day.

“there, there.” it was like you were a child being chastised again. “i know you enjoy it,” he remarked as one of his thick fingers slipped between your glistening folds with such ease you began to feel ashamed of the way your body was responding to your uncles touch.

the noises of his finger thrusting in and out your pussy with a wet ‘squelch’ had your face burning as soft moans left your lips.

it wasn’t long till he was sliding another one into your virgin pussy, his fingers curling and stroking your walls in a motion that made your gut feel like it was twisting as an unknown heat bubbled up in your stomach. “m-madara—”, you cried out, feeling utterly confused but the man on top of you kept that confident smile on his lips.

his hands slip out of your aching pussy which clenched around nothing, that sudden rushing feeling towards something leaving you swiftly as your panted.

you couldn’t explain it, you didn’t want this but now that there was nothing in you, you felt so.. empty.

your uncle, your new husband, grinned down at you as he popped the buttons of his pants and that was when you first got a glimpse at the bulge between his thighs. to you, it seemed abnormally large especially when he tugged off his boxers and his thick cock was freed from its confinements.

it felt so though your heart was dropping in your throat and your face flushed which seemed to amuse your husband greatly. “you’re staring”, he pointed out but he seemed to be enjoying the attention.

the head of his cock nudged against your wet entrance and you gasped, your body trembling. you couldn’t even begin to fathom how such a thing would fit inside of you.

“it’s- it’s probably too big!”, you blurted out.

madara paused, as if surprised by your outburst but the surprise soon turned back to amusement as he leaned closer to you, his hot breath against your lips. “trying to flatter me?”, he teased as he captured you in for a kiss.

you struggled, squirming as his lips melded against yours, his warmth encapsulating you as you felt the head of his cock breach your entrance. the thick tip sliding in with heavy resistance as your body tightened and clenched around it.

your new husband grunted but seemed undeterred by your bodies less than desirable response. “hm.”, he hummed as he gripped the base of his cock and pushed it further into your tight heat. “your body will get used to it soon.”

soon? it didn’t feel like soon. not with the way it felt like your insides were being split apart by him, your back arching and body quivering as you tried to pull away but his hand pulled you back in trying to pull you down snugly on his clock.

it hurt. tears pricked the corners of your eyes. it was all too much for you to handle and you closed your eyes, trying to imagine you were somewhere else.

trying to imagine you were with anyone else except your uncle.

madara leaning in, kissing the tears the corner of your eye as he completely bottomed out, the full length of his cock sheathed inside of your poor body.

“you’re crying for nothing. it wasn’t that bad.” he said with a groan as he slid his cock back just a bit before thrusting back up into your wet heat brutally.

your pathetic squeals were quick to turn into soft moans as your squirmed beneath him, his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust as your body jerked with every movement and the bed beneath the two of you creaked.

his hips rutted up against you, setting a rough pace as he pulled your leg up into a position that ached so he could push himself in deeper and faster. it wasn’t long before that unknown warm feeling bubbled up inside of you once more. your insides feeling as though they were coiling or tightening before a release followed, your slick fluids coating the man’s thick cock.

madara groaned, feeling your tight pussy clench around his cock. his hips stilling as he emptied his load into you, the sudden warmth of his seed filling your sensitive pussy; thick globs of his cum dripping down onto the bed sheets as he pulled out slowly.

there was nothing you could do but feel confused and dazed, even when the man leaned in to place a kiss upon your lips and stroke your hair. he spokes slowly, his deep voice filling your ears, “see? i knew you’d come around.” his hand then moved down to touch your stomach.

“you should hope that it worked the first time.”

#naruto imagines #madara uchiha x reader #smut #tw.age gap #tw.incest #tw.dubcon #tw.arranged marriage

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rubysunnday · 2 years

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I'll look after you (but I won't stop complaining about it)

requested by anon: Hi I love your Bridgerton sister fics! They got me to finally watch the show. Can I request an Anthony x Bridgerton!reader fic where it’s “4 times Anthony protects the reader and 1 time she protects him”?

requested by anon: Okay but, a twist to the story and instead of the typicall bridgerton!sister being stung by the bee, what if it’s Anthony, and everyone worries about him because of what happened to their father, and it’s specially the youngest bridgerton!sister who has a reaction like him in the show out of fear of losing her brother/father figure?

requested by anon: anthony x bridgerton sis where reader is around 15 and she has a really big fight with colin or eloise and she goes on a walk to calm herself down, falls down a hill and anthony finds her after looking for her for a while? but like fluffy pls

summary: four times Anthony protected his sister and the one time she protected him (albeit it was from the ton)

After Edmund Bridgerton, the 8th Viscount Bridgerton, died, his son, Anthony, made a promise. He sat at his father's death bed, staring down at the cold corpse that had once been his beloved father, and promised to look after his siblings - all eight of them - and to try, in any way possible, to guide them as an elder brother and as a father figure.

Whilst his siblings did not make this promise an easy one to keep Anthony kept trying. But right now, at this exact moment in time, Anthony wanted to throttle his sisters.

He vaguely wondered if anyone would find their bodies at the bottom of the lake, only to be yanked out of the thought by a pillow smacking him in the chest, the intended target oblivious as she glared at her twin.

"What is so wrong with wanting marriage?" Y/N yelled, throwing her hands up at her sister.

"It shackles you for life!" Eloise yelled back. "It silences you and your dreams."

"Oh, not this conversation again," Y/N groaned. "El, not everyone wants the same things as you. Is it so wrong for me to want to be married and happy? There are plenty of things you can still do when married."

"Not if you marry some old man who treats his women like objects!"

"Nope, absolutely not," Y/N said, getting up from the sofa, throwing the cushion she'd been hugging at Eloise, "I am not having this conversation again. Marry, do not marry, I do not care. But I am not going to sit here and listen to you call me an unintelligent woman simply because I dream of being married one day."

The door to the drawing room slammed shut. Eloise huffed, sitting back down on the sofa, crossing her arms.

Anthony pulled back a page of his newspaper, eyeing Eloise. "Is it so wrong for your sister to want marriage?"

"She does not understand what it can do to a woman, brother," Eloise replied. "The consequences, the silencing..."

"It can be a positive thing, El -"

"I have heard far too many horror stories of women being treated like cattle to view it as a positive thing. We all saw what nearly happened to Daphne when she came out."

"That was entirely my own doing -"

"This is what I mean!" Eloise exclaimed, sitting forward. "We do not get to choose our husbands. Our husbands choose us or our fathers and brothers choose them for us. Not once does a woman get a say in who she marries."

Anthony exhaled through his nose, seeing that he clearly wasn't going to get anywhere with Eloise. He folded his newspaper shut, setting it down on the coffee table beside him.

"I'm going to go check on Y/N," he muttered, standing up from the sofa.

Whilst Anthony knew Y/N and Eloise were devoted to one another, he also knew that when they argued, it got mean, very quickly. The marriage argument had been one they'd had many times before and it never ended well.

Eloise could never quite seem to understand why any woman would want to willingly be married. Y/N never quite understood why Eloise was so opposed to even the idea of marriage. What was so wrong with wanting a future for herself where she was ostracized to the edge of society?

It took him fifteen minutes and five servants to work out where Y/N had gone. As much as he adored Aubery Hall, he did curse its extensive grounds, especially when his siblings ran off.

Another ten minutes later and Anthony was finally down in the woods of the grounds, walking through patches of bluebells and snowdrops, peering behind trees and bushes.

He looked behind a fairly large oak tree and stopped, casting his eyes down. Y/N looked back up at him, her face blotchy from her tears.

She didn't say anything, turning her head away and looking straight ahead at where the river cut through their lands.

Anthony crossed his arms, leaning against the tree. "This is an argument you have had before. We all know how it goes."

"I know. Does not stop it from upsetting me or being infuriating."

"It reminds me of the argument I so often have with Colin about travelling," Anthony replied. "If he had it his way, he would be gallivanting around every corner of this world, spending as much money as he likes. I am the one who has to bring him back down and tell him that whilst we have money, we do not have enough money for that."

Y/N gave him a small smile. "It is utterly exhausting. I have tried to explain to her multiple times that marriage can be a good thing. If you find the right person."

"I can attest to that."

"Five words I never thought you would say, brother," Y/N said, looking up at him.

"This argument is not worth your tears, Y/N."

"Oh, I am aware, I was not crying about that." She looked a little sheepishly at Anthony's raised eyebrow. "I was so angry I did not look where I was going and I twisted my ankle, falling down a rabbit burrow."

Anthony stared at her for a moment. Then, he burst out laughing, leaning back, putting a hand on his chest.

"Yes, yes, laugh away," Y/N muttered, rolling her eyes.

"Are you alright?"

"No! I fell down a rabbit burrow!"

Anthony snorted. Y/N reached over and pushed her brother's leg, knocking him off balance. He stumbled to the side, catching himself.

"Are you going to just stand there and laugh or will you help me up and back to the house?"

"Alright, come on then."

Anthony held his hands out to Y/N and she placed her hands in his, letting him help her up to her feet, hopping awkwardly. She put her foot down and winced, pain shooting up from her ankle.

Without uttering a word, Anthony turned around. Y/N, snorted but climbed onto his back, using her good foot to propel herself up.

"I feel like I'm ten again," Y/N said as Anthony gripped her legs.

"I don't," he grunted. "When did you get so heavy?"

"Don't be rude. Come along then," she said, nudging him with her foot.

Anthony rolled his eyes. "If I fall down a rabbit burrow, it'll be your fault."

"Bloody hell."

Daphne whacked her sister with her blue mallet. "Language."

Y/N shot her a withering look. "It's just family, we are quite safe." She tilted her head up, looking at the tree. "How on earth are we to get that out?"

It was a well-known fact that Y/N Bridgerton did not know what gently meant. Especially when it came to pall mall. One well-aimed hit later, her purple ball was stuck up in the tree, nestled amongst the branches.

"We'll have to climb."

"No, Y/N, do not -"

Daphne trailed off as Y/N dropped her mallet and put her booted foot on a stump next to the tree. She pushed herself up, pulling her dress up over her knee and climbing up onto the lowest branch.

She could see the purple ball wedged between the fork of two branches. If she climbed up another branch and crawled forward, she could definitely grab it.

The panting of breaths came from below as Colin, Benedict and Anthony rushed up to Daphne, all looking up at the tree.

"Is she climbing the tree?!" Colin exclaimed, both delighted and slightly concerned.

"Of course she is!" Anthony snapped. "Y/N, get down at once!"

"Let one of the boys get it, Y/N," Daphne added.

"I'm up here now!" Y/N yelled down, climbing onto the second branch. "I might as well get it!"

Y/N crawled forward again, the leaves shaking at the sudden movement.

"Someone should get her down," Benedict muttered, following Y/N's movements. "Knowing our dear sister, she will fall down. She's not exactly gentle."

"Y/N!" Anthony yelled, moving to the bottom of the tree trunk. "Mother will kill me if you fall!"

"I've almost got it!"

Y/N leant forward, her fingers brushing against the purple ball. Instead of the ball falling into her grip, she lost her balance entirely and teetered forward and off the branch.

Her arms flailed as she struggled to find anything to grip on, her sibling's yells of panic from below silencing her own yelp of surprise.

Y/N was falling until she wasn't. Arms wrapped around her just before she hit the ground, her body smacking into Anthony's. The force knocked them both to the floor, Anthony taking down Benedict at the same time.

The three siblings hit the ground, hard. Anthony's head smacked against Benedict's chest as Y/N knocked her own head into her older brother's chin.

"Oh, my go - are you three ok?" Daphne exclaimed, crouching down beside Y/N and helping her sit up, a concerned hand on her back.

Y/N rolled off her elder brother and to the side, coughing slightly, winded from her collision with her brother.

"Anthony get off me," Benedict grunted, pushing his brother off him.

Anthony stumbled to his feet, swaying just a bit. "I'm fine," he muttered, dusting his jacket down. "Just another victim of Y/N Bridgerton."

Something landed on top of Anthony's head with a fairly loud thud. It rolled off him and bounced onto the floor, rolling down to Y/N's feet.

"Oh!" She said, bending down and picking it up. "I did get my ball after all!."

Y/N looked behind her frantically, desperately trying to find an escape as Cressida Cowper walked towards her, her friends walking alongside her.

She was not having a good day and she did not need Cressida Cowper to make it any worse.

"Y/N!"

Bloody hell. "Cressida," Y/N said, curtseying politely.

"You look beautiful. As ever," Cressida added snidely. "Anyone asked you for a dance yet?"

Y/N gritted her teeth. "No, not yet."

"Oh, shame. Mr Patrick, Sir Carter and Mr Norris have all written their names in my dance card."

"Well, I hope you enjoy all your dances."

"Hmm, I suppose I will."

Cressida brushed past Y/N, tipping her glass of lemonade onto her dress and down her chest. Y/N gasped, the cold liquid startling her. Cressida sniggered and sauntered off to another corner of the ballroom.

Y/N inhaled shakily, closing her eyes. She turned her back to the rest of the room, feeling her throat closing as the tears threatened to fall all over again.

A jacket sleeve brushed against her arm and Y/N knew instantly it was Anthony. He shielded her from the rest of the room as he unbuttoned his jacket and put it around her shoulders, handing her his handkerchief.

"Come on," he said quietly, taking her hand and pulling her along with him.

Anthony walked out into the corridor outside the ballroom and then into another empty room. He shut the door behind them and Y/N sat down heavily on the sofas, hanging her head low.

"I have half a mind to go yell at Miss Cowper," Anthony muttered, walking over to her.

"Not that it would solve anything," Y/N replied, straightening up. She dabbed under her eyes with her fingers, shaking her head. "Thank you."

"Whatever for?"

"Getting me out of there before I made a scene."

Anthony smiled softly. "If anyone made a scene, it was Cressida." He sat down next to her on the sofa. "We do not have to go back. We can leave."

Y/N shook her head, pulling Anthony's jacket tighter around her shoulders. "No. I do not want her to win. Give me five minutes and I'll be fine."

"Very well, then."

Y/N dropped her head to Anthony's shoulder, closing her eyes momentarily. "Thank you, brother."

Anthony kissed her forehead, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, squeezing tightly. "Anytime."

The rain lashed against the windows. A loud boom of thunder sounded from directly overhead and Y/N flinched, digging her nails into the leather of the chair she was sat in.

She didn't know what it was about storms that frightened her so much - whether it was the loud noises, the bright flashes of lighting, the sound of trees being felled - but this was the worst one they had had in years.

Anthony glanced up at his sister, pausing his writing. "Alright?"

Y/N nodded tightly, clutching her book in one hand. "Fine."

Another boom of thunder and she closed her eyes, jumping in her seat. Anthony set his pen down and pushed his chair back, walking over to his sister. He snatched up her book, putting his thumb on the page she was on, and closing it to look at the cover.

Pride and Prejudice was written on the front, each letter covered in gold foil. "Would you like me to read to you?"

"If it means distracting me from this god-awful storm, yes."

Anthony smiled, sitting down in the chair opposite his sister. He opened the book again and found the start of the new chapter. "Colonel Fitzwilliam's were very much admired at the Parsonage, and the ladies all felt that he must add considerably to the pleasure of their engagements at Rosings."

Y/N leant back in her chair, closing her eyes. Anthony's voice was calm and didn't flinch once, even when lighting struck almost outside his study window. His mere presence had calmed her down from the panic building inside her.

As Anthony reached the end of the chapter, he glanced over at his sister. He smiled softly upon seeing that she was fast asleep, her head drooping to one side. He concluded the chapter, gently tucking a piece of paper in between the pages and closing the book.

It had been many years since he'd last carried anyone other than Hyacinth and Gregory to bed. Even then, they were beginning to get a bit too big and a bit too old.

Anthony gently lifted Y/N up into his arms and crept through the corridors of Bridgerton House. He laid her down on her bed and pulled back the blankets and duvet, placing them on top of her, smoothing the edge down.

"Night, Y/N," he whispered, standing in the doorway, a soft smile on his face.

Anthony did not regret marrying Kate Bridgerton neé Sharma one bit.

He just regretted his mother's penchant for big ball's and extravagant celebrations. Anthony had hardly had time to take in his new wife and admire her as viscountess - it felt as if the entire ton had been invited to the ball.

Almost an hour later, Anthony finally found his wife again, walking up to her and taking her hand in his, squeezing it tightly.

"I missed you," he murmured, leaning into her neck and sniffing.

Kate shoved him gently. "Anthony, behave."

"Apologies."

"Your mother seems very determined to introduce me to every member of the ton tonight."

"Again, apologies."

Kate chuckled, smiling widely. "I forgive you, my lord."

The string quartet began readying themselves for another dance, couples moving into position on the floor with practised ease. Anthony held his hand out to his wife, smiling.

"Care for a dance, Viscountess Bridgerton?"

"I would adore one, Viscount Bridgerton."

They danced three times in a row. Which was preposterous for any courting couple but unheard of for a married couple. But Anthony and Kate were so in love with one another, that no one seemed to really mind.

In fact, both were so enamoured with one another, that they did not seem to realise the line of people wanting to talk to them slowly dwindling down to nothing.

"Is it me," Kate said quietly, "or has no one been over to talk at us for a while?"

Anthony sipped on his lemonade and looked around, raising his eyebrows. "No, I do believe you are correct in that statement."

It was suspicious, Anthony thought, that they had been left alone for as long as they had. His eyes scanned the ballroom - he spotted Daphne and Simon, both pretending to look interested in a conversation with the Cowpers, and suddenly realised.

"I do believe my siblings are deflecting anyone that comes our way," Anthony murmured to his wife.

"Whatever do you mean?"

He pointed over to Daphne and Simon. Then he guided Kate's eyes to the left, where Colin and Eloise were listening to Lady Trowbridge.

"Oh," Kate said, understanding. She looked around the room, her eyes latching on to one Bridgerton in particular.

Y/N stood with Mr Dorset, pretending to be engrossed in Lord Lumley's conversation. She was surrounded by numerous other gentlemen, all waiting for her attention.

"Oh, Lord Bridgerton!" Portia Featherington crowed.

"I knew it couldn't last," Anthony muttered, turning his back.

"Lady Featherington!" Y/N exclaimed, pulling Mr Dorset with her as they walked over to the lady. "I have been meaning to ask you all night about your stunning dress."

"Oh, really? It's new in from Paris -"

And just like that, Portia Featherington forget entirely about the newlywed couple she'd been marching towards.

Kate caught Y/N's eye as she walked back to the wall. She mouthed a thank you to the younger girl, smiling when Y/N winked back at her, blowing her sister-in-law a kiss.

"I do believe, we have Y/N to thank for a bit of peace," Kate said, leaning into her husband. "She seems to have gathered an army to distract the ton."

Anthony looked over at her, a fond smile taking over his face. "Of course she did," he muttered. "Well, I suppose, annoyingly, I'm in her debt now."

"Is that such a bad thing?" Kate asked, letting Anthony wrap his arms around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder.

"No," He replied, sniffing Kate's scent and pressing a kiss to her bare skin, "no, it is not."

#bridgerton!sis #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton sister #anthony bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #colin bridgerton #bridgerton #bridgerton imagine #bridgerton sis #anthony bridgerton x reader #bridgerton x platonic!reader

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spiderlandry · 9 months

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HII! congrats on 100+ followers!!!

do you think you could write a jackie taylor x reader?

reader listens to jackie talk about their future together (schools, jobs, marriage and everything) just nodding along with her and admiring her in either one of their rooms

cuddles pls and messing with her fingers and forehead touches pls!

lots of fluff! (maybe some angst with the whole marriage topic, considering it was 1996? or not, whichever, tyty:))

thank you sm!!! :) <3

thanks anon! this request made me kinda blush i love the physical intimacy it’s so cute. we need more jackie fics and im happy to deliver (hopefully you like it!) no pronouns used for reader, but they do discuss the marriage topic

100 follower event

warnings: fluff! and implied discussions of being unable to get married (ambiguous reasons but can be interpreted as same-sex marriage not being recognized by the law at the time)

looking out for you — jackie taylor

A soft thud hits your back, eliciting a laugh out of you. You look up to see the culprit on the other side of her bed, Jackie, with a pillow in her hands.

“Did you just hit me with a pillow?” You grin, mirroring her smile.

She shrugs, doing it again.

“Hey!” You sit up properly to try and grab it out of her grasp, but you end up in a position you’d found yourself time and time again with her. She cages you in between her arms, getting you to lay on her while she throws the pillow across the room.

“Is this your way of asking me to cuddle?” You ask, already reciprocating her embrace.

“Mhm,” She hums.

“You’ve been quiet,” You whisper, pushing her hair out of her face. “What’s on your mind?”

“College,” she replies with a faraway look, but her stare is almost intense, as if she’s viewing the future through your eyes. (She is.) “I’m not forcing you to go to Rutgers, am I?”

The way her voice tapers off melts your heart. “You know I’ll go to the ends of the Earth for you, right?”

You know she was always the kind of person to be sure of herself—one of the reasons you fell deeply in love with the girl. But lately, as the future closes in, she’s been plagued with second thoughts ever since they lost Nationals and she had a fight with her best friend, Shauna, that almost ended their ten-year long friendship.

You pull away from the embrace, lying down completely on the bed when you signal for her to do the same. Both your eyes are on the ceiling.

“Talk to me,” You take her hand, intertwining it with your own.

“I am talking to you.”

“Okay, smartass,” you chuckle. “Tell me if everything you told me before Nationals.”

She remembers that night, ditching the party early to go home and spend the rest of the night in your arms while she tells you the ways you fit perfectly into her future life, then deeming it ‘our future,’ rather than hers alone.

“Well, she begins with a sigh. “You’re coming to Rutgers with me. We’ll do roadtrip with all our stuff packed into my mom’s minivan.”

You hum, nodding for her to continue.

“We’re both gonna work and get our own place by the second year, and it’s gonna have a cute theme, and there’s gonna be pictures of us on the wall to make people jealous.”

You laugh, “Who’s gonna come over to our place?”

“Our friends, of course. The team could visit.”

You begin playing with her hand, fiddling with the promise ring you’d given her junior year.

“We can go to college parties, and you’ll protect me from anyone who hits on me,” She giggles. “Obviously, we’re gonna study together. Hold each other accountable, right?”

“Right.” You bob your head, turning to admire her side profile.

“Then we’re gonna get a dog. Then a cat. Then we’ll make sure they’re friends.”

“Mhm.”

She can feel your stare, so she looks back. "What?" She chuckles.

"Nothing," You mutter. "You're just beautiful."

She grins wide, fully turning her body to the side so she can scoot closer to you. "You're a sap."

You look smug, "But you love it."

"I do," She puts a hand on your jaw, a soft touch that never gets old. At her own words, she is reminded of another thing. "We've never talked about getting married, have we?"

You don't miss the way her tone drops a little. "We haven't," you shake your head. "But you know I'll do anything for you. I'll marry you no matter what it takes."

Her eyes become glassy, and you press your forehead to hers.

"You wanna get married?" Her voice almost a whisper, you can feel her breath on your lips.

"I gave you the promise ring for a reason, Jackie." You say, a little more serious this time. "I'll make it happen. For both of us. And I know you're gonna look fucking amazing, and I'll cry when I see you in the dress."

"What did I do to deserve you?"

"I should be asking that question."

Becoming more comfortable, snuggling into her, you both fall asleep and dream of your future.

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #jackie taylor #jackie taylor x reader #jackie yellowjackets

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rabbitsrams · 8 months

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could i get some schlatt and his gf/wife finding out they're having a baby / dad!schlatt pls? </3

also can i be ☄️ anon? (if it's ok and the emoji is available ofc!!)

omgggg i love this sm it's so sweet :( also this got a LOT longer than i thought lmao enjoy

♡ you and schlatt have been in a committed relationship for a few years at this point. marriage was on the table but kids you weren't so sure

♡ you personally wanted to have them but you never really talked to schlatt about it because it was not really in your thoughts at that time

♡ but that all changed when you noticed you had missed your period and it was a couple weeks since you two had sex

♡ you bought like five different pregnancy tests from the pharmacy

♡ and all five were positive

♡ you freaked out, naturally

♡ schlatt was off recording something so he wasn't home

♡ you called your best friend and told them you were pregnant, they were happy but also wanted to support you

♡ you didn't want to abort or anything but at the same time you weren't sure what schlatt wanted because he never expressed interest in having a kid

♡ you've seen him with his nieces and nephews before and he was great with them

♡ his little niece made him a friendship bracelet and he didn't take it off till you went home

♡ him showing off his old consoles to the nephews

♡ playing outside with all the kids

♡ (idk i feel like schlatt would be great w/ kids hehe)

♡ you didn't think he'd be opposed to the idea but you also were unsure

♡ regardless, you knew you had to tell him that night

♡ he came home in the early evening with plans to simply order in food and relax the rest of the night with you and the cats, but he was greeted by you on the couch nervously stimming

♡ "babe? are you okay?"

♡ "there's something i need to tell you."

♡ it's a bit hard to outright say, "i'm pregnant." you pace around the apartment trying to say the right words, but instead opt to simply show him the positive pregnancy tests

♡ "you're pregnant?"

♡ "uh huh."

♡ he has to take a moment.

♡ he has envisioned himself with a kid a couple of times in his life

♡ but only as a passing thought

♡ he was more unsure about how you would feel because you never expressed any interest in having them either

♡ but now, in that moment, he imagines your family

♡ and a huge smile spreads across his face.

♡ "you're pregnant!" he's so happy now omg :((

♡ "you want to keep it?"

♡ "only if you want to."

♡ so yeah! you're keeping it :)

♡ he goes to every doctor's appointment with you

♡ and also to those classes that teach ppl about giving birth, how to hold the baby, etc etc

♡ reads all of the parenting books with you

♡ you make way too many baby yuto jokes

♡ "you better not treat them like you treated that toy baby"

♡ "I WON'T!"

♡ is so sweet when you're having mood swings

♡ also brings you anything you want esp if you're having weird pregnancy cravings

♡ i feel like you'd want to keep it a surprise so you ask ppl not to get pink/blue shit for the baby shower

♡ he wants a son but you don't really mind if it's a boy or a girl.

♡ okay so going to the hospital

♡ you go into labor on a random night, thankfully you're not anywhere in public, you're just chilling at home

♡ the baby bag is all packed and schlatt speeds to the hospital to get you in a room

♡ is there for you the whole time

♡ gets you ice chips

♡ holds your hand as you push it out

♡ softly reassures you that you're doing great, he's so proud of you

♡ he's so excited to see the baby :(

♡ if you have a boy, he's absolutely overjoyed.

♡ but if you have a girl? omg. he vows to protect her and spoil her rotten.

♡ she'd be his little princess FOR SURE

♡ ik schlatt has said he wants a son but he'd be such a girl dad and i absolutely LOVE that idea sm

♡ but either way he loves his kid the moment he holds them in his arms

♡ if schlatt had a son:

♡ he'd teach his son how to play baseball for sure

♡ v supportive if he does decide to pursue baseball as a hobby

♡ is there for his tryouts and helps him practice

♡ goes to all his games even if they're away

♡ and even if he doesn't want to do a sport, is super supportive of anything he wants to do

♡ doing a lot of "manly" things with him (manning the grill, car things, building a shed, etc)

♡ attempts to give him a cigar but you're like no. absolutely not.

♡ omfg schlatt showing him all of his old consoles and stuff and them playing video games together

♡ also they def build his first pc together

♡ schlatt going on drives with him to the desert lol

♡ you are kind of adamant about schlatt teaching him to shoot but he assures you it'll be in a safe environment and won't be till he's a teen lmfao

♡ when he brings home his first partner schlatt's like "you better treat 'em right, just like how i taught ya."

♡ if he needs advice asking someone out he tells him how he asked you out

♡ you love your boys sm :((

♡ as for his daughter...

♡ buys his princess anything she wants

♡ dresses her up in the CUTEST little dresses and stuff

♡ is so protective of her, if anyone looks at her weird, they get a death glare

♡ you bought her a play makeup palette and she begged her daddy to let her do his makeup

♡ (just think of that one scene from parks and rec where ron had his makeup done by the kids lmao)

♡ he's got all that shit smeared on his face and she's loving it

♡ you take so many pictures and videos of them

♡ ALWAYS calls you and her "his girls"🥺🥺🥺

♡ when she gets her first period he buys. all the pads.

♡ you and schlatt are so sweet w/ her too, with you telling her about everything and him trying his best to be there for her even if he doesn't get everything

♡ her bringing home her first partner and him threatening them w a gun (jkjk)

♡ but he's 100% the dad who's like "if u hurt my princess, i'm hurting u"

♡ especially if she brings home a boy lmao

♡ much like w/ his son, is super supportive of what she wants to do whether it be sports, band or anything

♡ there's a clip from chuckle sandwich or something where schlatt said he'd want to record home videos on older devices so he can teach his kid how to use them to watch the videos

♡ and that's so real

♡ he has an old ass camera where he records all the christmases and birthdays and other occasions

♡ also loves spoiling his kid on those occasions: buys them all the gifts

♡ all three of you putting up the tree in november

♡ you 100% have those family ornaments where u have the picture in it and the year <3333

♡ and you and the kid convincing schlatt to have a matching costume w/ them

♡ if they're in some sort of school production he brings the camera and you and him cheer the loudest when they come on stage :(

♡ constant trips to new york to show them his roots

♡ playing his favorite music in the car

♡ also he 100% keeps you and the kid off the internet

♡ schlatt loves his family so much

♡ absolutely brags about his kid and his wife to his friends/coworkers ALL THE TIME

#☄️ anon <3 #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt imagine #jschlatt fluff #schlatt x reader #schlatt fluff #jschlatt fanfiction #jschlatt x you #jschlatt x y/n #schlatt imagine #schlatt x you #schlatt x y/n #schlatt fanfic #jschlatt fic

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iceunhie · 7 months

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HEYYYYY congrats on 200 :3 such a huge milestone omg i am proud of u!!!!

for your 200 followers celebration event, may i please request a headcanon with a royalty au with ayato? with arranged marriage + strangers to lovers as romantic fluff?

thank youu 🫶

blooming camellia | kamisato ayato.

second submission for my event! admittedly, ayato is a good example of my almost fave characters. and im closing my event to jus 5 slots and extending the deadline of submissions and the event duration to october 3 since i was too busy to get to the requests.... i just love his personality hehe and i honestly hope he's characterized well here..... pls writing for other characters is so fun bc im. trying to escape my same fic syndrome (which i often feel) so this req is refreshing! i love strangers to lovers too tbh anon ur taste is 🫶

[2/5] ayato x noble!reader (royalty AU.) wc 1.4k, romantic fluff. strangers to lovers, arranged marriage trope. reblogs are appreciated.

As the child of one of the more prominent noble families, marriage is no indulgence for you. So when the Royal family of Kamisato had chosen you to be the Crown Prince's spouse, in truth, you had honestly expected it.

A background as a noble of quite an affluent family, not to mention a good link to the workings of high society due to your status, it was only natural.

On top of that, Crown Prince Ayato is everything you could ever ask for in your position. Handsome, good-natured, and steadfast — there's no doubt that despite this being an arranged affair, you both would at least be on cordial terms.

The wedding was a simple yet grand affair fitting for a Royal Couple, with an unspoken understanding forming to both the individuals for the occasion. Maybe not quite love, but perhaps a companionship was promised in your union. A slip of the ring, a beautiful shade of cerulean much like Ayato's eyes is put on your finger, a new bond made, for better or for worse.

Bells and sounds of merriment hang over the chapel, the silent cue for Ayato to approach you. Dressed in garb fitting of his spouse, he clasps your hand firmly in his, squeezing it with a steady and comforting smile. It takes a bit of hesitation, but you squeeze his hand back. There may be no current affiliation nor connection between you two as any other married couple do, but there are always lessons to be learned — and things to understand.

The priest finishes the procession, and with that came the kiss. The binding of your union. You two would be with each other in sickness and in health, ready to shoulder the burdens of the Kingdom. It is Ayato that leans in first, and you close your eyes. The kiss lasts only for a moment before you both pull away, the people in the hall all congratulating the newly-wedded Royal Couple.

Amidst the crowd, you only think of one thing you notice about Ayato.

You wonder if you didn't imagine the softening of his eyes, or the faint flush of his cheeks.

The consummation of your marriage was pleasant for you, for Ayato was straightforward and knew what he wanted from this marriage.

"There may be no love between the both of us, but I promise to treat you in a way that will never disrespect your title as my spouse. Rest assured, this responsibility and the weight of this decision is not lost onto me. I will take no affair nor infidelity in this marriage, and I can only ask for you to do the same." is his words, and you can only reply accordingly. Not that you would want to marry anyone else.

Ayato is a man of promise. He performs the duties of a husband well, and doesn't neglect nor treat you like any less. He indulges you when you ask about his day, his family, and his duties. While his responses may have been cordial at first, he never fails to meet his dues. Your married life is amicable, if not harmonious.

You mostly spend your days conversing with his sister Lady Ayaka. She, the ever beautiful soul she is, is one of the key reasons why your marriage with the Crown Prince is so successful, along with Thoma, their childhood friend and personal aide. They enjoyed conversing with you, immediately welcoming you warmly with open arms and smiles.

Ayato may not admit it, but he can't help but think that your compatibility with the people he cares for most is thawing the indifferent exterior he had donned for you. He was truly grateful that you were getting along with his sister and Thoma. He shows that gratitude in the form of gifts, a silent thank you for still being so patient despite his duties as a Royal.

Bouquets with bluish themes color symbolizing your married status to him, presents of jewelry that nobles, no, you would be fond of; a personal greenhouse constructed for you, adorned with arrays of camellias, roses, different flowers you can't even name all yours to hold.

First the bouquets of camellias and blue roses, then now this…? Ayato knows that what he's currently doing is far more personal than the duties what the duties of an arranged marriage permits, but he can't help it. You may not have noticed, thankfully, but he has been observing you for many, many days now. He doesn't know why your presence had now become more than just a spouse who he had to treat well, but the feeling is not unwelcome.

He thinks of the curve of your mouth when you smile, how you slightly tilt your head when you laugh at something Ayaka mentioned when he speaks with you, how he's associated the scent of blue roses to your arrival — you would always keep the bouquets he would deliver as keepsakes. When asked why, he can't help but admire the sheepish expression on your face. How cute. Faced with your words of 'I can't possibly accept this…' and 'Are you sure this garden is alright for me to have?' Ayato smiles again, lovely cerulean hues of his making your chest beat rapidly. His face wasn't helping your predicament at all.

What you don't know is that this smile is tinged with an emotion he can't identify yet, but would soon be enveloped in. "It's no big matter at all. After all, you are my spouse. This is just a small expression of my devotion."

And when he sees your cheeks darken and you look away from his words, Ayato's heart somehow skips a beat, and he fights the blush adorning his cheeks. The faint glow of the sun casts a light on your features, as the two of you bask in the comfortable silence.

The blooming of the camellias seem to cast a mirror image of the Crown Prince's heart.

There is little change in your routine when Ayato decides to truly accept you as his spouse, his equal, his other half. His love is quiet, and Ayato is a man of actions. So when he gives you more personal and more thoughtful gifts as compared to the normal jewelry and trinkets with sky-high prices, you hardly bat an eye, merely a small thank you and smile which makes your husband feel just a bit more enamoured with you.

Instead, the approach that beggars belief that the blue-haired man cares for you in a more intimate manner was when he asks you about yourself. Your hobbies, the things you enjoy, the questions that he always remembers the answer to, no matter how small. Ayato is not one to ask about others if he has not opened up to them truly.

It is Ayaka who brings this up to your attention, and with Thoma's guidance, the two plan their operation of getting the both of you see the feelings you two were developing for each other (without your knowledge) .... which doesn't go quite as planned?

Ayato cares for Thoma. Really, he does. He considers the emerald-eyed man to be akin to family, a close and trusted companion. One of the few he trusts wholeheartedly that are not of his own blood. But there's a sense of foreign possessiveness that's welling up in his throat when he sees you and him converse. This is relatively childish, Ayato knows that, he knows that, so why the hell is he being so worked up when Thoma's only being cordial and offered his hand for you to practice dancing with for the upcoming banquet?

A part of him wonders why you were considering Thoma as an option for a dance partner, even if for practice, when he was right there? But then he remembers the swamp of papers that encompassed his schedule, and he slightly deflates. How much of his daily routine and convictions have been shattered by you? He considers himself a man of fortuitous will, yet this was really…

The last straw was when Thoma spins you around in a manner a little bit too strong for you to follow the rhythm which makes you trip over your dress, leading to Ayato seeing it first-hand his spouse collapsing on his aide, your body on top of the blond's for a few moments before the both of you collect yourselves and hurriedly help each other out.

Just as you were about to let Thoma grasp you to pull him up, a gloved hand and Ayato's smiling face (is it you, or is a shadow crossing on his face?) stops you. Gently, he blocks you and instead helps Thoma up, before squeezing his shoulder a bit too forcefully, still smiling. When you look away from the two when his sister calls for your attention, his expression shifts to a dangerous one as he turns to his aide.

"Careful now. We wouldn't want others to touch what's rightfully theirs to hold, don't we?"

This story in itself is quite the funny one, and when you and Ayato's strange dynamic of a married couple had shifted itself properly, you often teased your husband for his weakness for you after you find out about it from Thoma. The teasing often backfires, for his reply never fails to fluster you.

"I don't see the shame nor the embarrassment in it," he would tell you, grasping at your chin and gently bringing it up with his thumb. His gaze is warm and brimming with affection, the oceanic depths of his eyes saying all the words his mouth cannot.

"Besides, you never seem to get enough of it anyway, darling."

The kiss he gives you is like the cool and all-consuming feeling of the ocean, enveloping you in the steady love and devotion this man reserved only for you.

#mhie's 200+ special !#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact fanfics #kamisato ayato #ayato x reader #kamisato ayato x reader #kamisato ayato x you #genshin imagines #genshin impact #🔖 — mhie's spirals

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deadlynavigation · 1 year

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Can you write another male Wednesday where they do get married and are newly weds? Please??

Married Life

Pairing: Male!Wednesday Addams x Reader

Warnings: Blunt suggestion of smut, marriage, mention of torture, contact with hot liquid

Author's Note: Ooh, I like you, anon. You used the word please. Characters aged up, same as other fics.

I do not own The Addams Family. Pls don't come after me.

Do not copy, plagiarize, or translate any of my works or their assets.

“Wednesday, put me down,” You laugh, hands gripping the back of his neck. He shakes his head, a small smile making its way onto his face.

“Is it not customary for husbands to carry their wives over the threshold?” Wednesday questions sarcastically, knowing full well the tradition called for that.

You shake your head in exaggerated exasperation, doing your best to restrain your grin. It’ll only encourage his snarky attitude, and you can’t have that.

Wednesday smiles down at you before looking back up at your new home, one that was bought months ago as a post-wedding dwelling for you both. It’s a beautiful house- dark paint covering it, with shades of black complimenting the trimming and accents. And though the house is large, the purple-leaf plum trees provide excellent dimension, as well as a small pop of color. It took days for you to convince Wednesday that the color the plants offered was a good thing, and not everything had to be pitch black. But the convincing was worth it, you think as you stare at your new home. The purple really does tie it together.

Wednesday seems to think so too, judging by his awestruck stare. You laugh quietly at his admiration, determined not to break the moment’s serenity. That, and he looks too sweet to interrupt.

And so you enter the house, or rather, Wednesday carries you into it. Once in the foyer, he gently sets you down, rubbing his hand along the small of your back once he does. You let yourself enjoy the vintage-like atmosphere of the house, your eyes wander over the walls and ceiling before returning to your husband.

Your husband. You could get used to that.

*___*

Barely two weeks into your marriage, and you’re loving every second of it. Sure, the occasional bicker over what type of carpet to buy or what color the sitting room should be painted, but other than that, life is peaceful.

You think about this as you walk down the stairs towards the kitchen, steps echoing through the wide hallways. Light from the windows shines onto the wooden floors, warming the otherwise brisk corridors in early autumnal sunshine.

Finally, you make it to the kitchen, where Wednesday has already set up camp. He’s fretting over the counters, cooking up a storm. That’s another thing about your spouse- almost everyone in his family knows how to cook, and cook well. Of course those skills were handed down to him.

“Hey, babe.” You call out, leaning against the island countertop. Wednesday turns to you, his icy eyes warming a little with your presence.

“Good morning, cara mia.” He strides over to you, wrapping his arms lazily around your hips. You lean into your husband, your eyes fluttering shut in his comforting presence.

“Did you sleep well?” Wednesday murmurs, dropping his chin to rest on your head.

“I did, especially with you there,” you respond, sighing happily.

“I’m flattered, my love.” Wednesday grins. He kisses your head once, twice, before leaning back. “Now, how would you like some coffee?”

You groan. “I love you.”

“I know,” Wednesday smirks, but after a sharp glance from you, he backtracks. “I love you too, cara mia. I’ll go get your coffee.”

He walks back to the countertop, reaching for your favorite mug and bringing it back to you. You take it from him, not-so-accidentally brushing your fingers over his to make him blush like a schoolgirl.

“Thank you, babe.” You whisper, planting a kiss on his cheek before sitting yourself on the top of the counter.

“Anything for you, Y/n.” He follows you to the counter, waiting for you to open your legs so he can slip in between them. “Coffee, torture… pleasure.”

You almost give in, but you’re rudely reminded of your coffee mug when the hot liquid splashes onto your wrist.

“Wednesday, let me finish my coffee before you eat me out.” He snorts at that, lowering his head to hide his grin before backing off.

“Of course, cara mia.” And with a kiss to your forehead, he’s swept away from you and back in front of his cooking, a grin still tainting his lips.

Yeah, you could definitely get used to this.

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sorryimananti-romantic · 4 days

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Kiss marry kill your moots&anons

hoho okay tell me how tf can i openly admit i want to kill a few of you (does it anyway) (make of this what you will)

@eightmakesonebraincell: obviously kill bc we've ticked the others ✌️😌 (the situationship is going good thank you for asking)

@yunnierights: another kill bc she's funnier than me and i cannot have that 🙄

@atxxzist: another kill bc the wounds from yeosang as side character in broken are still fresh even tho i settled with san 🙄

@hwaightme: def kiss bc i've wanted to do that for a long time now 😔 wanna kiss her delicious brain

@starrysvn: another kiss, maybe marry bc ugh idk i'm bad with words 👉👈

@sungbeam: another kiss! (if we interacted a bit more i'd either marry or kill lmao)

@kitten4sannie: kiss kiss fall in love~ (haven't interacted much but we're both kyoya and mori girlies so i can't miss this chance)

@mydayinthebuilding: gonna smooch her so bad she'll regret it <3

@hwaslayer: i want to wife her up so bad so that's a strong marry right there 👉👈

@my-loves-my-life: straight up marry i'd make you the happiest your hand in marriage pls 💍🧎‍♀️

@lavishloving: another marry bc i feel like we'd co-exist in harmony and that's really hard to find considering it's me we're talking about

#not doing anons bc i want to kill most of them #save for raccoon anon she's sweet #the kill ones are all jokes ofc i love yall #and if i could i'd kiss yall and wife you up #i mean nothing's stopping me hehe #yumi.asks

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imagineanime2022 · 1 year

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Demon Partner

Sebastian Michaelis X Fem!Demon!Reader

Word Count: 1033

Requested: Anon

Request: Can you write Sebastian with a demon!fem!s/o who is very flirty with him?

Your shop appeared one night and no one could remember what had been there before, you provided whatever was needed, it was rare that you didn’t already have what your customer wanted. There were times that people came in demanding to know where you had come from and what was here before but you were damn good at talking your way out of a problem.

Sebastian had of course heard about your store in the city and he knew that you were a demon, one that specialised in information gathering and honestly he would rather avoid the undertaker, the reaper that they usually used for information was eccentric and he was starting to get sick of telling jokes for information. “Young Master might I suggest a different source of information, I’ve heard that the owner of the shop across the street is known for their information gathering, it might do us some good to question her before we leave for our usual source of information.” Sebastian suggested, Ciel looked over at the store. “Is that not the store talked about in the rumours?” Ciel asked. “It is.” Sebastian nodded “but as it turns out Scotland Yard has benefitted from her information in their investigations before.” “Scotland Yard?” Ciel asked. “Well then let’s pay her a visit.”

Sebastian opened the store door, the small bell alerting the woman at the front desk, he smiled and not that any of them caught it but your eyes flashed a signature pink as they connected with Sebastians “How can I help you? I don’t usually get a nobleman in this shop.” You said as you stood from your counter walking to meet them in the middle of your small shop. “You seem to have a lot of different things here.” Ciel mumbled as he looked around, everything from canned foods to sweets and toys lined the walls. “Mmm I try to have anything that anyone would want to have, even have a few of the Funtom toys here though no one around here can afford them as it stands.” You explained. “But you didn’t come in here to talk about my shop did you?” “There was an incident outside last night, I wondered if you knew anything about that?” Ciel asked. “A little young to be playing detective aren’t you?” You asked, he narrowed his eyes. “Young Master might I suggest you give me 10 minutes with her, I’m sure I can get her to talk.” Sebastian said to him. “Are you offering something handsome?” You asked with a smirk, Ciel made a noise of disgust before turning and walking out of the shop to wait. “I must insist that you don’t answer the Young Master. He can be insufferable when he is in a bad mood.” Sebastian said as he stepped closer to you. “I had no idea you travelled with children now, is there something that you need to tell me?” You asked. “Don't worry my love, it’s just a contract.” He smiled, lifting hush and to the mark under the collar of your dress, the one that marked your marriage to him. “Mm, he does have an interesting soul.” You admitted as your eyes moved to the door where the kid had left. “But no soul will convince me to deal with human children.” “He’s not like others of his age.” He answered, directing your eyes so that you were looking at him. “I have missed you.” “You were the one who made this deal.” You smirked. “Though the bed is rather cold without you.” “This is proving harder than I thought.” Sebastian admitted “his parents murder is a mystery for the ages.” “Well, solve it quickly, handsomely or I’ll be forced to find other entertainment.” His eyes flashed pink at your statement and you laughed “still as possessive as ever, it was a joke darling.” “Your sense of humour has changed over the years it seems.” He mumbled leaning closer “now love I am going to need some information on what happened outside, I know that you know something.” while one hand stayed on your chin the other moved to his mouth where he pulled the glove off and placed his marked hand over your neck again, the marks glowed and caused and intense feeling of relaxation and calm. “S-stop that.” You mumbled. “You’ve always been good at dancing around my questions and I need an answer today, we don’t have time for games.” He said softly. “Did you have anything to do with it?” “You think I’d be letting them investigate it if I did?” You asked. “I have to be sure.” He said softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead to placate you. “Give me something sweetheart.” “The killer isn’t human, if I had to guess it’s probably a reaper.” You explained. “A reaper?” He asked. “To pass on that information I will have to tell him what you are.” “He knows what you are right?” You asked. “Of course.” He nodded. “Then you can tell him what I am.” You answered “hopefully it’ll tell him who you truly belong to.” “(Y/N)-” “Run back to your master sweetheart, he’ll be getting impatient.” You tapped his cheek lightly with your hand, he caught your wrist keeping you from getting too far away from him. “Before you go.” He pressed a fierce kiss to your lips, pressing your bodies together, his hands rested on your waist. “Keep that fire for when I’m home, we will have plenty of time to make up for what we have lost.” “Of course dear husband.”

Sebastian walked out of the shop “did you get the answers that we needed?” He asked. “She was very cooperative.” He smiled as he looked at Ciel and Madam Red’s butler respectively. “She seemed to be very interested in you.” The butler comments and Sebastian smirked. “I should hope so, she is my wife.” He answered both of the people in front of him giving a confused look. “You didn’t tell me that you had a wife.” Ciel said. “You never asked.” Sebastian answered “now we have a new angle to investigate, I will explain on our way to the Undertaker.”

*Part 2*

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