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teapartyprincess4two · 2 months

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Parenthood- M. Sturniolo

pairing: Mom!reader x Dad!Matt

classification: SFW & NSFW headcannons

inspiration: request

warnings: some 18+ content, use of Y/n, established relationship, I didn’t name the children but Matt has a son and a daughter in this 👍🏻

summary: head cannons of dad!Matt.

Parenthood- C. Sturniolo (Chris’s Version)

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☆SFW

From the moment Matt met you, he knew he wanted you to be the mother of his children. Both of your children were received with so much love and joy, but Matt still had to learn how to navigate being a boy dad and a girl dad.

☆ Your firstborn is a boy and Matt can’t contain the excitement he feels when he first finds out.

☆ He’s overprotective of you throughout the entire pregnancy, ready to take care of your every need.

☆ Your son is hyper, rambunctious, curious and a force to be reckoned with. He barges into the room with so much energy balled up into his small figure that he’s bouncing off the walls.

☆ When your daughter is born, she’s the complete opposite of your son. She’s calm, quiet, and docile.

☆ It takes Matt some time to adjust to having a baby girl, but as soon as he gets in the groove of it he can’t remember what life was like before having a daughter.

☆ Matt’s playing soccer outside with your son, playing pirates, boxing, and building elaborate Lego sets with him.

☆ “No dad! We’re pirates! We have to steal all the gold!” your son explains, adjusting his make-shift eyepatch.

☆ “I thought we were ninjas?!” Matt’s out of breath, running after a fast toddler was extremely tiring.

☆ “No! We just beat the ninjas! They tried sneaking onto the ship, remember?” Your son’s imagination was too fast for Matt to keep up with.

☆ “Argh matey,” Matt replies, ready to continue with the game.

☆ But when your daughter wants attention he’s playing dress up, attending a tea party, getting his nails and makeup done, and talking to all her stuffed animals.

☆ “Daddy Miss Twinkle is mad at you for eating her cookies!” your daughter whispers, almost like she’s gossiping.

☆ Matt has lost track over which stuffed animal is which, but he’s assuming Miss Twinkle is the unicorn across from him.

☆ “I’m sorry Miss Twinkle,” he apologizes, shaking the toy’s hand.

☆ “Dad that was Lady Unicorn. Miss Twinkle is the teddy bear in the pink dress,” your daughter slaps her forehead. “Oops,” he laughs, taking a fake sip of tea.

☆ Matt has learned to be silly, fatherhood softening him and allowing him to abandon all embarrassment.

☆ “What are you wearing?” you laugh, Matt’s serious face adding to the comedy of the situation.

☆ He’s fully decked out in a pizza costume, trying to make your children laugh. “I’m a piece of pizza,” he replies goofily, putting on his best Italian accent.

☆ “You’re so silly daddy,” your son giggles. In his eyes, Matt is the funniest person on the planet.

☆ Your daughter is not as amused, but she smiles nonetheless.

☆ Matt loves doing domestic things with his little family. He’ll randomly pull out a baking sheet, all the ingredients to make cookies, and throw on an apron.

☆ “You’re doing so good, baby,” he coos, watching as your daughter throws an entire, uncracked egg into the mixing bowl. He wasn’t going to use that batch, but the words of encouragement have her smiling.

☆ Children fight all the time, especially when they’re siblings, and your kids are no exception. The year age gap doesn’t help either, so you’ll often find your kids bickering over the smallest things.

☆ “It’s not your turn to play, though!” your son attempts to reason, yanking the controller out of his sisters hands.

☆ “You played all day bozo!” she replies, sticking her tongue out at him.

☆ Matt hears the fight from his room, reluctantly getting up from his comfortable spot on his bed and walking over to where his children are.

☆ “What’s going on?” he asks, arms crossed and a displeased look etched on his face.

☆ “She’s being so annoying, dad!” your son exclaims, and before Matt knows it his kids are pushing, slapping, and punching each other.

☆ “HEY! BEHAVE!” Matt pulls them off of each other, scolding them both without favoritism. He goes on to lecture them about the importance of siblings and doesn’t leave until they hug and make up.

☆ Matt’s entire camera roll is filled with videos and pictures of his kids. Kindergarten ceremonies, family vacations, first haircuts, candid photos; all of it is being documented by Matt at all times.

☆ If he’s ever away from home for a long time, he’s scrolling through his gallery and reminiscing on all his memories with his babies.

☆ Your son is obsessed with video games, something that he and Matt bond over. And although your daughter isn’t as invested, she’s still really good at them.

☆ Mortal Kombat is a game they all play and enjoy together.

☆ “Move over and watch the queen play,” your daughter jokes, taking the controller from Matt after watching him lose time and time again to her brother.

☆ “Yeah, you wish you could beat me,” your son scoffs, readying up for another round.

☆ Your daughter chooses a girly character, which has your son rolling his eyes, but as soon as the round begins he can’t get a single hit in.

☆ Matt is in shock at her level of expertise, she was using combos he didn’t even know about.

☆ “Okay my turn against you, babygirl,” Matt takes the controller from his son, ready to play all night long if he has to.

☆ Having teenagers is hard and tiring, Matt feels like he ages 10 years in just one day with the amount of stress his kids cause him.

☆ Your daughter’s brain is suddenly occupied with nothing but boys and your son is starting to take girls on dates.

☆ “That skirt is too short,” you warn your daughter.

☆ “It is not,” she fights back, genuinely finding nothing wrong with her provocative outfit.

☆ Matt doesn’t have to say anything, one stern look has her trudging back upstairs to change.

☆ “Dad can I borrow the car?” your son asks nervously, avoiding Matt’s eyes at all costs.

☆ “For?” Matt’s not stupid, he knows what teenagers do.

☆ “Nothing, just hanging with some friends,” your son replies, but it doesn’t take long for Matt to get the truth out of him.

☆ Overall, fatherhood has been extremely rewarding for Matt. He sees it in the way his children love and look out for each other and what a great mom you are.

☆ “I love you guys so much,” Matt gushes, pulling the three of you in for a group hug.

☆ “Dad stop being weird,” your son groans, your daughter seconds his statement, but they don’t pull away from the hug.

☆NSFW

Having two children can take up a lot of personal time, especially when your daughter needs you and your son needs Matt. There’s never really any time for you and Matt to just exist as a couple, but he works hard to make sure you feel special everyday.

☆ You’re cooking lunch, the pure domesticity of your actions being enough to turn Matt on.

☆ The kids are still at school and if he’s convincing enough, you’ll abandon whatever’s on the stove and let him please you.

☆ Sneaky arms are wrapping around your waist, rocking you back and forth to the beat of the music that plays lowly in the background.

☆ Matt’s lips find your neck, your head falling back onto his shoulder in pleasure.

☆ Before you know it, you’re bent over the kitchen counter and Matt’s balls deep in you. “Take it,” he grunts, his hands gripping your waist so tight there were sure to be bruises.

☆ The food on the stove burns and you end up ordering pizza.

☆ When the kids are old enough, you and Matt leave them at home alone while you run errands.

☆ Something as simple as a quick trip to the grocery store turns into heated, passionate car sex.

☆ The windows are foggy and the car rocks with each thrust, Matt’s arms wrapped tightly around your waist as you ride him in the front seat.

☆ “You’re so fucking sexy,” he grunts, falling more in love with you as you whimper out his name. It doesn’t take long for him to finish, a string of curse words falling from his lips.

☆ Most times you two just do it in the shower. It’s sweet and full of so much love.

☆ He’ll fuck you against the cold tile wall before scrubbing your back and washing your hair you.

☆ It’s the sweet moments like this that both of you cherish. “I love you so much,” he whispers, the warm water running down both your faces. “I love you too,” you reply with a smile, going in for a passionate kiss.

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MASTERLIST

A/n: can I hear some commotion for dad Matt🎤

-L.A.M.B👼🏻💗

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yan-lorkai · 1 month

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https://www.tumblr.com/yan-lorkai/720655214474035200/good-evening-if-you-dont-mind-id-like-to-hear

Okay so what about this but the reader got a hysterectomy or got her tubes tied before they met without him knowing? How do you think the boys would react? Like let’s say they didn’t have the (new) surgery where you could transplant another woman’s uterus to get pregnant. What would they do if they found out she couldn’t get pregnant anymore?

☆ A/N: Interesting concept, I hadn't thought about it before :o. Wrote this for Malleus, Leona, Rook and Riddle. Let me know if you want a part 2 with other characters, darling!

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Yandere content, pregnancy talk, hysterectomy, afab reader (no pronouns used).

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Malleus would be indifferent - not because he doesn't want a child with you. But because it is still possible for you two to have a biological child without you necessarily being pregnant, as dragon fae eggs can only be brought to existence through pure love. Though not in the conventional way, your child will be born as he did once, hatching from an egg, nurtured with the love you both feel. But, in the scenario that this possibility also couldn't happen, he would be devastated. He really wanted to have a family with you and it's just not possible anymore. His dreams are shattered and he needs a moment to recompose himself, you can hear thunders for days on end. Deep within he wished he had met you earlier, that he could keep you from making this surgery. But what's done is done. Though he wonders, could he regrown your uterus with his magic?

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Leona is apathetic about it. It was not a priority as he liked having all your attention on himself, but even someone like him had imagined how your child would look like. Would they have your eyes and his smile? Either way, when you tell him that you got a hysterectomy due to health problems and couldn't get pregnant, he just kinda nods and goes on as if he hadn't heard that at all. It's not really a big deal to him. If you want a child so bad then you can always adopt one or two, even three or four.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Rook is so dramatic about it. He write many melancholic poems in your honour for some reason, coming from a big family you figured he would be more shocked or something. But he is chill with the news, just affectionately annoying you and draping himself all over you. After all he knows he can still tie you to him even without a baby. However he does daydream about you, fuzzy face from sleep and with bed hair, holding your baby at night, singing to make them sleep. He kinda wishes it was possible though, he wanted to be with you through each and every stage of your pregnancy. A pity.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Riddle is clearly unhappy with the news. Like, it is true that there are some diseases and syndromes that require partial or total removal of the uterus or cutting of the uterine tubes. Whatever your reason for having that surgery, Riddle respects that, he even asked you if you were suffering from something. But he still feels sad knowing that he won't be able to have children with you, though he will never tell you that to not burden you with his unnecessary thoughts. But it's noticeable, the way he sighs and stares at the wall for several minutes, or how happy he is when he can take care of his friends' children. It's obvious even. Every happy couple have a child but you two. So if you can't get pregnant, Riddle wants to adopt.

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sunnyfucks · 1 year

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“BIRTHDAY GIFT” husband!jake x fem!reader

cw : SMUT, making of babies hehehe, breeding, food play (not really food bcs its a drink), oral sex (f.receiving), jake being the ultimate tease, jake’s rough aowowow, kind of tipsy sex, pls lmk if i missed something.

a/n : dedicated to my anon who loves jake. im sorry this took so long but i hope you’d like it <3 and anyways, belated happy birthday jaeyun!

“you know.. someone told me that those people born on november are mostly a gift from valentines day” you cooed as you swing your wine glass. jake looked at you and shaked his head. he smirked and the side of his lips crept up, making him 100x more attractive. “what are you implying?” he jokingly answered, his right eyebrow raising. you shrugged as you took a sip on your drink before continuing. “im just saying... don’t you think that’s cool?” jake shaked his head once again. “we’re not going on this topic” jake muttered as he drank his wine bottoms up. you chuckled, “come on jake, why not?”

“we’re not going to talk about how MY parents made ME. we’re not talking about that. not a single chance.” both you and jake laughed after a long silence. “but don’t you find it cool? how our parents basically just made love and shoot their seeds, then we’re made?” jake was sure you were just teasing him earlier, but after hearing what you said, it sounded more of like he’s your science teacher and you’re his student who badly needed an answer to pass an exam. jake titled his head to the side, “well, its because millions of sperm are released into the vagina. the sperm swim into the womb and fallopian tubes. if just one sperm implants itself into the released egg, fertilis-”

“no, we’re not going science-ish today jake, not today” jake titled his head once again, watching you pinch your temple using your fingers. now, he’s more than confused and he really needs answers as to why you’ve been talking about babies but he chose to just sip on his wine instead, the intoxication slowly creeping in. “don’t you think... its time to talk about having kids?”

he almost choked on his drink after you spoke. you weren’t looking at him and just have your head down fidgeting with your fingers. jake cleared his throat as he placed his wine down somewhere, he couldn’t care less anymore, he needs to hold your hand. he wants to hold you close. “baby, what d’ya say?”

jake squatted infront of you as to reach the look in your eyes, you never looked at his tho.. “i mean... i don’t want to force you or anything but we’ve been married for 4 years. don’t you think its already time we think about-” you were cut off when jake placed his fingers on your chin and slowly moved it up to reach his eyes. “baby, look me in the eye when you’re talking”

the action made butterflies errupt inside your stomach. its been 4 years since you’ve married jake, but everytime he does something like this, it just makes you so.... giddy. jake raised his eyebrow as a signal for you to continue and you cleared your throat out before starting. “i think its about time we talk about having kid-” you were cut off once again, but this time it wasn’t because of jake giving your stomach butterflies. it wasn’t because he wanted you to look him on the eye, it wasn’t because he placed his fingers under your chin but because he smashed his lips on yours.

flavors of the wine you both have taken earlier taking over your mouth and god knows how much you’re getting intoxicated by it. jake stood up without removing his lips on yours, if anything, he stood up so he can hold your waist instead and push your figure close to him. as you felt jake’s tongue carefully dancing along your bottom lip, you let out a breathy gasp and the side of jake’s lips rose once again. “want it?” he mumbled and instantly placed his hand at the back of your head.

jake honestly doesn’t know what is driving him so much right now. maybe its because you looked so pretty sitting infront of him earlier, maybe because of what you said, maybe because you look and smell so fucking good right now, he’s not sure... but one thing he can confirm is that, he’s being driven by the fact that he also wants what you want.

jake was the first one to pull out from the kiss. “i want this too, i just don’t know how to open it up. you know, we’ve been married for so long but i don’t want you to feel pressured with giving me one if you’re really not into that yet.. but i guess, we’re here?” he questions, both your forehead sticking with each other.

you don’t know how to explain it... but jake’s eyes, jake’s eyes pulls you in. he’s only waiting for your answer while holding both your cheeks, but he looks very mesmerizing. “say?” jake breathed and you nodded. jake showed you his very golden retriver smile before he held your waist and brought you to bed.

jake positioned on top of you and you watched him remove his shirt. you were about to remove yours too but he signaled you to stop and so you did. “don’t. i think i’d like to undress you for today” he cooed. you giggled and jake started pulling your pants. “mind if i eat you out first?” jake dived in the moment he removed all your undies, making you grab the sheets as soon as it started. usually, jake would go for a very vanilla-like oral but he’s taking it hard today. jake didn’t waste a single time ticking, as soon as his lips reached your cooch, he immediately placed his tongue on it, very aggresively. “jake, y- you can slow d” you were cutted off as you felt jake insert a finger on you. “gotta make sure you’re all prep for me, okay baby?” he said before diving in back to play roughly on your clit.

you found your hand on jake’s hair as he kept his rough pace on sucking your clit. he wasn’t giving you any time to recover, but you’re liking it. your bedroom with jake was soon filled with your moans and the wet sounds his tongue is making under you. “why do you taste so delicious? i can taste you all day” he complimented and it just made you twitch. jake loved the reaction and gave you a harder suck on the clit.

you don’t know how long its been since jake started eating you out, but you for sure knows its been way longer than usual. you opened your eyes and decided to watch jake eat you out but instead, your eyes focused on the wine standing all pretty right near on jake’s back. “love” you called out. jake noticed the sudden change of your body and immediately looked at you. he suddenly felt sorry because just now, he felt too immersed in the moment and he thinks he might’ve done something that wasn’t up to your liking. he was about to apologize but then you, “can you please grab that wine for me please?” safe to say that jake was hella confused but he turned around anyway. his eyebrows furrowed when he saw an un-used wine standing all pretty and shiny, made him think what the hell would you do with a wine?

jake stood up and grabbed the wine. he slowly walked towards you as he reads the label of the wine he’s currently holding. “what’s this for, baby? isn’t this what i gave you for your birthday?” he confusingly asked. you pouted and slightly nodded, “im thinking.... what if you pour that while you eat me out?” jake knew he’s been hard enough since earlier, but his dick felt too stiff with what he heard. it felt like his mind went somewhere else and he had a short circuit, he can’t believe a wine... can make him feel this aroused. so with the new addition of motivation, jake carefully teared the box apart and as soon as he removed the lid, he drank from it. you gasp, “hey, i said pour it on me not drink i-”

“you like it like this?” a moan came out from your mouth the moment jake let the wine drip down your entrance. he bent down as soon as the wine’s enough for him and started eating you out again without warning. you gripped harder on jake’s hair, and the pain coming from it makes him more aroused than ever. as you’re twitching so much, jake placed both his hand along your thigh to keep you in place. you kept bucking your hips up and jake gave you exactly what you need.

“o- oh my- oh my god!” you breathes hard as you felt jake’s tongue entering your slit. he kept pushing his tongue in and jake swears its the most dirty thing he’d ever done but you would never see him complaining. “jake, i want to-” you’d normally hate when jake would tease you off teasingly, but if he’s doing it with pleasure, how would you hate it?

jake felt your walls clenching and he slowly slid his hand inside your shirt, reaching for your nipples. the added pleasure when he started pinching your nipples made you more close to your climax, but when you thought its finally over, jake stopped eating you out and stood up instead.

“sorry baby, you can’t come.. or we won’t have babies.” you felt embarrassed that you completely forgot the sole reason why you guys started being intimate, but with jake suddenly inserting his thing without even telling you or even letting you catch breath for some time caught you off guard. “fuck” he curses. jake felt you clench once again, and a smirk appeared on his gorgeous face at the realization. “you still like me cursing? hmm, then how about me going pretty rough?”

jake started thrusting faster and he loved how you look so pretty under him. your mouth slightly-opened, your enticing moans, your eyes closed-shut and your twitching figure, its all so perfect. jake breathes out as he eyes the bottle of wine slightly wobbling on your side. he bent down to reach it but it just made his dick be deep inside you more. “baby, can i take your shirt off?” he asked. you gave him a nod, still having your eyes tight shut.

jake thought it’d be very messy after all this, but he don’t think he can ever let this moment pass. jake intentionally slowed down to help you catch some breath while he pulls your shirt above your head and he was welcomed by your breasts wiggling so cutely infront of his eyes. jake chuckled and started pouring the wine all over your body. the cold liquid hitting your skin immediately made you swung your eyes open, but instead of getting to ask jake what he’s doing, you were instead welcomed by his lips being smashed on yours. his tongue danced sweetly inside your mouth and he tasted so much like brewed grapes.

both you and him pulled out from the kiss as jake started thrusting harder, “fuck. do you know how pretty you look right now?” he says and moans started coming out from his pretty mouth. jake grabbed the wine bottle and poured the remains on your breasts. after doing so, he bent down and started sucking on them.

after making his tongue work hard around your buds, jake connected both of your lips again. “close?” he asks for the last time. you nodded as you started breathing hard. “jake?” you called out. jake looked at you without stopping from his rough pace, “happy birthday, love.”

everyone greeted jake for his birthday, but he doesn’t know why it felt different when you’re the one who said it. both yours and his heart started beating a little too fast, both not saying anything, waiting for his seeds to finally fill you up. you reached for jake’s head and pushed it down on you. glad, because it helped from reaching both of your highs faster. “baby, i love you” he said. you smiled and jake gave you the last thrust after letting all his cum swam inside you.

after catching for some air, the rooms being filled with moans and lewd stuffs earlier is now filled with sweet laughs and giggles. “guess we’ll have to think about our baby’s name already?” he joked and he earned a slight punch from you. you were about to start and bicker with him again but the clock beside your bed started ringing. both you and jake looked and it said, 12:00 AM November 16, 2022.

you looked at jake and tapped him lightly as to hide your sudden panic. “your birthday’s done and i haven’t given you my gift yet, oh my god! please get off me so i can get i-” again, you were cut off again by jake’s arms being wrapped around yours. “you already gave me the greatest gift. what’s there more to give? this is the best, you don’t have to worry love.” he reassures. his grip’s too strong and you suddenly felt soooo tired thus you decided to just cuddle up to him and let your body sank on your mattress. “but hey, do you think our child would count the days when we made them? they’d know that we made them on your birthd-”

“let me sleep, y/n!”

#jake smut #jake hard thoughts #enhypen smut #enhypen jake smut #jake hard hours #sunnyfucks

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vampireapple · 2 years

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Something seems fishy about the omelets the crew made for Human Steve and Human James

. . .

“Human Steve! Human James! We wanted to share in your culture on this very important day of Cheese Appreciation, so we made you both an omelet for breakfast!”

Both humans paused in the doorway of the mess hall, blinking at their crewmates. It took a moment for the words to register in their tired brains. Steve’s brain clicked first and he grinned brightly. James said a pleased thank you a second later.

(Steve was always a little faster walking up in the morning, he said it was because he drank coffee, which was obviously the superior beverage, James said it was because of his stupid American energy, and that good tea should be savored in the morning- they had yet to come to any form of agreement)

“I’d love to try it!” Steve said, walking over to the table.

“How did you guys find ingredients for omelets?” James asked as he followed Steve.

“It was not too difficult, the last port had all we needed.”

“The most difficult part was figuring out what recipe to use.”

“There were so many!”

Steve laughed. “Yeah, people have wildly different tastes.”

The men sat down and looked at their plates. The omelets looked a little different. Maybe they didn’t use a yoke? Or it was some weird powdered egg stuff?

James decided to let Steve take the first bite. He was more discerning than Steve when it came to food. Steve called him picky. James called him a garbage disposal.

Steve took a bite and immediately regretted it. He forced himself to chew and swallow. James was silently laughing at him, he just knew it. He hoped the others couldn’t read the tension in his body language.

“Wow! That certainly was creative! What, um, what did you put in it?”

The crew brightened and they started speaking over each other.

“Onions!”

“Munster cheese!”

“Bell peppers.”

“Cheddar cheese.”

“Black pepper.”

Salmon eggs.”

“Mushrooms!”

“Salt.”

Steve’s mind blanked at salmon eggs. James was shaking. He just knew the Brit was trying not to laugh, the bastard.

“Salmon… eggs?”

“Only the best for our human crew!”

“The recipe said eggs, so we researched earth eggs-”

“- and discovered that caviar is a delicacy-”

“-and got salmon eggs because they make the best caviar!”

The four looked very pleased with themselves and the care they had given to researching earth cuisine. Steve smiled weakly. James’ face was getting red. One of the more observant members picked up that something was wrong.

“Is there a problem with the omelets?”

Steve began to sweat. He didn’t want to lie, but he also didn’t want to make them feel bad. “Omelets are usually made with… chicken eggs.”

“Chickens?”

“But those creatures are filthy!”

James lost it, howling with laughter. Steve kicked his chair out from under him. James wheezed as he hit the floor, but kept cackling. Steve ignored him.

“Yeah, chickens. Um, I guess none of the recipes specified that?”

The heartbroken looks were answer enough. Steve felt really bad.

“Its okay though! I promise! We’ll still eat the eggs!”

James stopped laughing. Steve smirked.

(both of them ate all their omelet, though the crew couldn’t figure out why Human James was so grumpy at Human Steve for the next week)

. . .

AN: This was inspired by a tumblr post about people trying to make concrete the way Romans did, but it didn’t work, because the Romans used sea water, not fresh water, but all the Romans knew ‘water’ meant ‘sea water’ and never bothered to specify. Someone else pointed out that all our recipes say ‘egg’ and not ‘chicken egg’ and someone else said in the future people crying while eating scrambled fish eggs. Thus, this story was born.

#humans are deathworlders #humans are space oddities #humans are space orcs #humans are crazy #humans are weird #earth is space Australia

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saltofmercury · 8 months

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If you're still open to requests, König surprising reader for her/their birthday belatedly because he was on a mission? Maybe he felt sad he couldn't be with the reader on the actuao date so he tries to make it up by sneaking around the day after he comes back!

Breathing in his body wash, two huge arms cradled and roamed your body. Wet lips had devoured yours, as small moans escaped him.

Adjusting himself on the couch, pulling the cozy blanket above your waist, he continued to kiss every inch of your face and neck, as his hands tried to remember the curves of your body.

Making out on the couch before he left was one of the easier goodbyes. He had been killing himself mentally due to the fact that this particular mission could not wait…. And this mission landed on your birthday.

The problem with König in relationships was that he often offered too little towards his partners. He was barely there, he wasn’t present when he was there.

An arrangement had been made before you two had established your relationship— at least it did in his head. He would make you a priority, take this relationship and work on it...meaning he wouldn’t miss any special events.

Until he met you, he pushed aside his issues with commitment and decided to fully commit.

He had been very fortunate to only miss one Christmas, but had been so disappointed in himself the entire trip home because you had opened your gift —that was not wrapped —but still in the shipping box it came in.

Now he was missing your birthday. Of all holidays, he wished it were another Christmas or would even take New Year’s Eve, but not the day you were born.

He pulls away from the kiss for a second, to realize your shirt has been pulled up, as his sweatpants pulled down.

“… I want to take my time.” He says calmly, taking a mental picture of how crazed you look. It’s the look he loves, just before you give into him, submissively letting him have his way with you.

He pauses, feeling so guilty. You would be alone on your birthday.

He looks down, playing with the hem of your shirt.

“Hey I never got to say I’m sorry in advance, for missing your —“

“Oh my god, please don’t apologize.” You interrupt him before he could finish.

You’ve been preparing for when something like this would happen. You could see how guilty he felt when he had received a call and how quiet he got the next two days.

You figured he would be leaving again— he got the same way around Christmas over two years ago.

“Don’t worry about it honestly. I’ve got some things planned, we can always celebrate after.”

He buries himself into your neck, mumbling apologies—

“It’s just not fair”

“I’m going to make it up I promise”

“This is the last thing I wanted”

He can feel himself getting red, embarrassed that of all the jobs he could have, he was good at his. Why couldn’t he be an accountant? Or a software developer?

Why was he good at this?

“Come on…” you egg him on, scratching his back with your nails.

“I need you before you go..” you whisper softly into his ear.

Within seconds, the hardness in his pants has nudged you, bringing the darkness back into his eyes.

In the middle of interrogating some man, all he could think about was slitting his throat, dumping the body for the other team, and calling his mission successful. The man needed to be brought in dead or alive anyway.

He was frustrated, ready to beat the shit out of him, then realizing that he had already completed this mission anyway.

He had scheduled a birthday email two days ago to be sent to you. He had also made other arrangements to be sent to you.

Catch the man, write the report, and head home.

However the son of a bitch was making things difficult. It took everything in him to not beat the crap out of him, stalling what could be days closer to being with you.

Tapping out mentally, he had called Horangi over.

On the other side of the world, you had slept in. You woke up to a delivery of 3 dozen roses. He was clearly feeling so bad.

You made your morning coffee, indulged in a strawberry tart, read König’s email, and went to a free yoga class.

You came home, showered, went to your massage you booked, did some shopping, then called one of your best friends to have dinner with you.

Everything seemed fine.

Until you got home, you felt the loneliness creeping in. You had managed to distract yourself but it wasn’t the same.

He wasn’t there to wake you up with balloons he had blown up all over the room. Have him sprint from the room to the kitchen with the tart and a candle on it.

He wasn’t there to eagerly take your pajamas off and ask to taste you.

He wasn’t there to hide the piece of jewelry behind his back and then surprise you with it.

You missed his presence, the way he dressed up before taking you to a fancy restaurant and having you try new things.

It was sad. It felt awful.

But you knew this would happen one day. There was no time for a pity party. You tucked your emotions back in, showered, and got ready for bed.

You ended on a good note. He would be home soon anyway.

König rushed to the base to pack his things. He caught the easiest flight back, then began to plan out what he could do to make it up to you.

It had been 3 days, but the guilt had really been eating him alive. He pulled out his phone and saw that his flowers had been delivered.

Would dinner be nice? Would taking you on a trip be nice? His mind jumped from different ideas.

The day he arrived, he had arrived around 1am. You heard the gravel crunch outside. Heavy footsteps had pounded down the hallway towards the room.

You had woken up, filled with anxiety. By the time you sat up in bed, he had walked through the door.

“… hi” he whispered against your skin. He had climbed into bed with his uniform. He began to nestle himself into your neck, kissing your collarbone.

You inhaled him, he smelled of gasoline and tobacco.

“Come…” he pulled you out of bed.

You stared up at him, he grabbed your robe and you guided it onto your body.

He pulled you back towards his car. He had left it running outside.

He had already grabbed one of your blankets off the couch, settled you into the car, then pulled the blanket over you.

“Where are we —“ you began, but was cut off with him holding a finger to lips.

“What are you—“ he proceeded to do it again.

By the time you had reached the destination, the sun had peeked a little, he had given the keys to a valet.

He escorted you up the hotel, to a room at the top of the building.

“Ok weirdo, are you going to say anything?”

Turning towards you, he smiled softly. The ink around his eyes had creased, black ink in his waterline.

"I didn't like missing out, so I wanted to make we can celebrate together." He scans the key, opening the door.

The room is covered with decorations, a small breakfast tray set up near the window, showing the sun rise.

There's emotions settling inside of you, you feel like you could tear up.

He holds you, apologizing.

"I didn't mean to make you cry."

You had wiped your tears, laughing.

"I'm just happy you're home."

He cradled your face with his hand, pulling you into a deep kiss.

"I'm happy to be back with you."

#könig #könig x reader #könig mw2 #konig x reader #könig cod #call of duty

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aemondsvisenya · 1 year

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Okay I NEED more girl-dad!Aemond - headcanons or a full on oneshot, I don’t mind, I just need more of it

YESSSS, girl dad Aemond is THE BEST

I absolutely WILL write one shots/fics about it, I’m just super busy right now and headcanon posts usually help me figure out how/what to write anyway, hope that’s okay!

I also included a reader who is AFAB/pregnant because I wanted to touch on some pregnancy headcanons, but I’ve tried to avoid reader pronouns, hope that’s okay!

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy

💚 Aemond Targaryen as a girl dad - Headcanons 💚

This man lives for his daughters, quite literally LIVES for them

When you’re pregnant for the first time, Aemond is so ridiculously happy, he truly doesn’t think he can get any happier.

He’s admittedly somewhat anxious because he wants to be a good father, and he’s a little worried that his child will fear him because of his eye and scar, or even that he’ll be a terrible parent like his own father, but you set him straight and tell him that your child will adore him as much as you do.

He will be nothing like his own father, he vows - he will never make his child feel unwanted or unloved, like they aren’t good enough

The whole pregnancy he’s so attentive to you and your needs, talking to your growing belly in High Valyrian and stroking it softly; he’s in awe when he feels the baby kick against his hand, eye wide and an involuntary smile curling his mouth

He picks out the egg for her cradle himself, spending hours looking at all the eggs before choosing a sapphire one that you think matches the one in his eye. He makes sure it is incubated and ready for the arrival of his child, determined that they will have a dragon and not suffer like he did when he was young

When the baby is born, he insists on being at your side so that you’re not alone; it disgruntles the maester but he’s firm that he wants to be there the moment the child enters the world, he wants to be there for their first breaths. He also wants to make sure you’re not alone, he knows all too well that childbirth is a risk and he can’t bear the thought of you being alone for something that might potentially endanger your life

It all goes well, thank the gods, and as the maester lays the baby in your arms, he says to your husband, “congratulations, my Prince; you have a healthy daughter” - Aemond thinks he’s about to weep as he looks down at his daughter, falling in love with her immediately because she’s so perfect, she looks every inch a true Targaryen with her pale hair, and she has inherited his eyes. He vows he will always protect her, will always make her smile, will be the best father he can be to her - and you know he means it.

She is named Visenya to honour his dragon’s first rider, a true Targaryen warrior and queen

Aemond does everything with his little Visenya; it’s common to find him reading with her tucked in the crook of his arm when she’s a baby or on his lap as she grows into a toddler, smiling fondly as she babbles away to him. He insists on being in the nursery with her whenever he can, much to the surprise of the ladies who are charged with looking after her, and he can never part from her for long

He introduces her to Vhagar a few weeks after her birth - you’re extremely nervous, it must be said; you trust your husband, you have no doubts he knows what he’s doing, but Vhagar is so gargantuan that it’s hard not to worry a little about your baby. But Vhagar is remarkably calm as Aemond shows her his daughter and says she is called Visenya, and when he decides to take his daughter on her first dragon flight, Vhagar glides slowly and rather gently for someone of her size, like she knows to be careful of the fragile baby her rider has strapped to his chest

It’s obvious that your daughter LOVES Aemond just as much as he loves her

Visenya is a total daddy’s girl, she has him wrapped tightly around her little finger and she knows it: he will do anything she asks, whether it’s read a book or give her a hug or even take her dragon riding. She is so spoilt, his little princess

A couple of years after Visenya, you deliver another child - another daughter. You’re slightly worried that Aemond will be disappointed, that he wants a son, and you know that people will whisper; but the second he lays eyes on his second baby girl, he’s absolutely smitten. He loves her so much, just as much as her sister, and suggests that she be named Daenys after Daenys the Dreamer

A third daughter follows, this one named Naerys, then another who is called Jaenara, and then finally comes little Saera… and he’s so overjoyed with each of their births, so happy with all of them, far happier than he’s ever been in his entire life

People do in fact whisper - they say you have not done your duty, you have not given the Prince a son, that there must be something wrong with you and that it’s the gods’ way of cursing the marriage. At first you pay no mind to it, but eventually it becomes too much and you tearfully apologise to your husband for it

Aemond has never been so appalled in his life - he’s furious at everyone who has said such things, extremely furious, but he’s also perplexed because how could anyone think he doesn’t love all of his girls? How could he not love them, all five of them? And how could he be disappointed in you when you have delivered five healthy babes? The gods have blessed the two of you indeed, with five incredible girls and you surviving all of their births.

Anyone who dares mention “trying for a son next time” in front of Aemond ends up with his sword against their throat, his single eye cold as he calmly demands they apologise

Visenya is Aemond’s double; she grows tall and lithe like him, her eyes exactly like his one, and her face is almost the mirror of him with high cheekbones and sharply defined features. Her blue egg hatches into a sapphire coloured dragon that she names Starswift. Her father is so proud when she becomes one of the youngest dragon riders in living memory, and he even trains with her in the yard when she asks him to teach her: he tells everyone around him how excellent his Visenya is, what a fierce warrior she is. He is quite literally the proudest father in all of Westeros

Daenys is a lot like her aunt Helaena, which means Aemond adores her like he adores his older sister. She’s somewhat shyer than Visenya, and she’s very studious - just like her father. She has a big imagination, and Aemond always listens to her when she describes a dream or thought she’s had, no matter how small or silly it may seem to others - he never makes her feel like she’s being ridiculous. Her first egg didn’t hatch, but before she could even get upset about it, Aemond was already whisking her off to pick out a new one that did eventually hatch - a little dark purple one that she calls Nymrax.

Your middle daughter Naerys is very much a princess; she loves dresses and dolls and prides herself on being beautiful. You can count on Aemond buying her whatever fancy toy she wants, letting her have any dress made that she desires, because he can’t say no to his daughters. Being super feminine doesn’t change the fact that she is a Targaryen, however, and she is every bit a dragon rider like her family before her; her egg was a pale pink one and it hatched into a pink male dragon she named Moonfyre - a clever and sly little thing who hates everyone but his rider. He will literally snap and blow smoke at anyone who comes near unless Naerys is there, he is literally like a little kitten with her and she treats him like a spoilt house cat, cooing at him and rubbing his scales.

Jaenara is quite literally the total opposite of her older sister; she’s very much a tomboy and likes to play rough. Aemond chuckles when she, aged three and a half, follows him to the training yard and rather cutely demands that he teach her how to spar. “Like Senya,” She says firmly, picking up a stick; her oldest sister is her idol, but not as much as their father is. She’s not particularly loud or aggressive, but she’s curious and adventurous, she works hard, which are all traits Aemond admires about her. She bonds with a dark green hatchling from the Dragonmont when she’s young, and she calls him Shadowspine, and as soon as he’s large enough to ride that’s it - she disappears for afternoons on end, exploding the world around her, though her favourite places are the ones that have forests and nature.

Finally, there’s Saera - she is quite literally the baby, and she knows it. She knows she’s cute and adorable, and she’ll go up to Aemond when he’s reading or doing something, and just pout until he chuckles and lifts her onto his lap. She even does it at some banquets and feasts that she’s allowed to be at (only for an hour, and she’s escorted by a nursemaid), going up to her father with her big eyes and pulling at his sleeve. Most men would be annoyed at their children bothering them - never Aemond though. He always smiles softly and gives all of his attention to her, all of his daughters. Her pale hair is an absolute mess of curls and tangles, which Aemond fondly brushes for her every morning - he’s gentle, careful not to tug too hard with the brush. Her hatchling is black, much to everyone’s surprise, and she names it Midnight.

It’s not just for his youngest daughter: Aemond does ALL of their hair, braiding it into whatever hairstyles they want, helping them brush it, his fingers deftly weaving and moving through the pale hair they all inherited from him.

Aemond knows what it’s like to be treated differently, the second son, and he’s determined none of his kids feel like that, especially his younger ones. He tries to spend an equal amount of time with each of them, to be certain not to favour one over the other, and to make sure they all grow up knowing they’re loved and protected. Even when they’ve misbehaved and need a stern talking to, he is sure to keep calm and never say something that could make them feel unloved, he never has an unkind word for his girls ever

He’s the kind of father who takes his daughters’ education VERY seriously and will oversee every aspect of it himself if he has to.

They have only the very best tutors and maesters teach them, of course, but Aemond insists on teaching the girls High Valyrian himself. From the time they’re babies, he talks to them in the language of his ancestors - their ancestors. To add, if are to be dragon riders, they must know the language to communicate with their dragons as well as each other

And then there’s his eye… you know that before your first daughter was even born, he was worried that any children he had would be horrified and disgusted by the sight of his missing eye, even when you insisted it wasn’t true at all

Visenya sees his eye by accident when she’s four and sitting on his knee as she pretends to brush his hair with her hand; her fingers accidentally pull at the strap until it comes loose - and then her eyes widen, aghast. You can see Aemond’s eye also widen - in fear, fear that his daughter will look at him and see a monster instead of a loving father. “Oh, kepa, your eye!” She looks worried for him. “Are you okay? Does it hurt?” And to his shock, she hugs him and buries her face into his shoulder

None of those girls think he’s a monster or hideous or even remotely scary, of course; they all find out as they get older that the patch is covering his missing eye, they learn why the scar is so big and why sometimes he’s in pain, and they do everything they can for him when the pain flares up. Visenya will send one of her sisters to find you, another to fetch a maester, and then she and the remaining two will stay with Aemond and try to distract him, comfort him even. He appreciates it more than even he can put into words - the girls may all be very different from one another, but they are the same in that they are good people at heart because of how they’ve been raised

It warms his heart far too much when Jaenara announces at breakfast one day that she wants an eyepatch like her Kepa and all of the girls then decide they’re going to have eyepatches too. They all just really want to be like their brave amazing father who loves them 🥺

All in all, Aemond is truly the best dad in Westeros to his daughters, he would burn cities to protect them from harm, would murder anyone who dare hurts them in any shape or form, would conquer the world if they asked

{my ko-fi}

#I was going to do more I’m shattered sorry #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #ewan mitchell #aemond x reader #headcanons #girl dad aemond #girldad!aemond #hotd imagine

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igotanidea · 1 year

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Babysitting: Dick Grayson x fem!reader

A/N: there's an easter egg in this story. Let me know if you get it :D

(testing some fandoms vigilance here) :D

"Me and Kori got some business to take care of."

That freaking sentence!

Of course he and Kori had business to take care of together. Not that he was my boyfriend. not that I was the one who was always left behind with Rachel, Gar and now also Conner and Tim.

Jealous? Of course I wasn't jealous.

Not even a little. I loved those kids.

But who the hell was I in this relationship, a babysitter?!

***

Let me put it straight: I am not hero. I have zero fighting skills (maybe except my wit. quoting someone I knew: sarcasm is my only defense) and I could not hurt a fly, let alone another human. But. I am smart. I am intelligent and I was determined enough to do something more with my life and became a lawyer. Pretty unusual career for someone who was born and raised in Gotham (even If I moved out of this hell hole after graduation). And yet, I made it. Feeling like I was doing something right, standing up for people, defending them.

Well.

One day someone decided to put my thinking and beliefs to the test.

“Counsellor. You have a visitor.” Our new paralegal was kicking her heels nervously in front of my office.

“Ok, Amy, first of all calm down. That’s right. Deep breaths. Unless it’s Joker who came to visit me, I don’t see any reason for you to be so flustered. “ I raised an eyebrow at the girl, who all of a sudden turned red like a beetroot. “Amy?”

“I’m sorry, counsellor…..”

“How many times, do I have to tell you, you don’t need to use that title when we’re alone? You’re like what, five years younger than me?” I playfully shook my head at her

“Sorry, I …..”

“Never mind, we’ll talk about it later” a little pat on her shoulder was enough to bring her back to reality “Now. Who is there to see me?”

“Detective Dick Grayson. Bludhaven police.” Ok, now I understood why Amy was so nervous. This guy was really good looking and for a twenty-year-old that must have been a sight. I was far more reserved. In my years as a trainee solicitor I had my fair share of handsome lawyers, detectives and other officials. One way or another all of them were the same – pretty. Pretty conceited. So at this point, at the age of 25 I was not impressed solely by a lovely face.

“Well, morning detective. How can I be of help?” I reached my hand out and he shook it firmly.

“I need some information about an on-going case of yours.”

“All right. As soon as you prove to me you can get the access to the confidential records I can’t see any reason to deny it.” I shrugged and lead him into my office.

And that was how it started. One case somehow lead to another, and another and another. He might have thought he had me cornered, but I was a lawyer. My job was to see patterns and predict the outcomes of actions and behaviors. I had him figured sooner than he knew and before he realized I got him right when I wanted him when he confessed to switching out cases just to have a chance to work with me. And then, some well chosen words, two or three dates, some more or less heated kissed and we were a couple. Oh, how I loved this boy! Like crazy. And he was very eager to use that against me.

“Detective Grayson? How can I be of help to you today?” I asked with my most professional voice noticing him standing at the entrance to my office. “And how long have you been standing there?” I smirked at him.

“Long enough” he pouted “you are just glowing when you’re working you know that? You have that irresistible spark in your eyes….” he closed the door coming closer to me and crouching on the desk eyeing me carefully.

“I’m sorry, how exactly did you get here?” I tilted my head in confusion.

“You know, Amy has a soft spot for me.” He put on his most charming smile.

“Yeah I’m aware of that. Clear sign I need to hire better security.”

“Is that so?” he grabbed me so I had to raise from the chair and stand between his legs.

“I’m busy, Dick.” I objected pointing towards the pile of documents.

“Mhm. I bet you are” his hands was now on my waist, pulling me closer, his face inches away from mine “I am too. Extremely busy….” He whispered and leaned in, closing the distance completely. I hated him. He had the audacity to show up in my office, uninvited, in the middle of the day, with all his charm and distract me from my duties. He was reckless, irresponsible and childish. And a hell of a good kisser. Just a touch of his lips on mine made me want more as I let him caress my face and my back. Only for a second though, as my rational thinking made me pull away and smirk at his disappointed expression.

“Oh, come on, Dickie. Don’t be a child….” I ruffled his hair and sat back down “Now, shoo. I really have a lot of work to do and if you want me back home tonight…..”

“Believe me, I have a whole plan for tonigh.” His eyes turned darker with lust as he said it.

“Can’t wait then. Hope you won’t disappoint me, detective.”

***

I came home late. Really late. Absolutely shagged, hoping my boyfriend would be there to ease my stress and anxiety with just his presence, but in fact I was about to be disappointed. The lights were off, the apartment cold and empty. No matter how sad it was for me I was a bit used to him working up late. He was a detective after all. Maybe he was at some undercover operation at the moment. Calling him was not an option since it may put him in danger, so trying to shake the emotions of the day by myself I just got ready to bed and before I realized I was dozing off.

I had no idea what hour it was, but at some point in the night I was woken by the squeak of the bed on the other side and a pair of arms sneaking around me. Dick was back safe.

“Hi.” I muttered, recognizing those hands and smell and shifting my position to get closer to him, resting my head on his chest.

“Hi baby” he whispered back, kissing my forehead and running a hand through my hair.

“Work?”

“You have no idea.” He sighed deeply and I caressed his side gently, trying to make him relax, but it didn’t bring the effect I wanted.

“Are you all right?” I was now totally awake, propping myself on the elbow to look straight into those beautiful blue eyes of his “are you hurt?” concern in my voice was so audible that a flash of pain crossed his face.

“I'm fine. I’m sorry I made you worried. And sorry I woke you.”

“Don’t ever be sorry. Honestly, I could never have a good sleep knowing you are out. Remind me why I agreed to have a detective boyfriend?“ I smirked but he was not in a mood for verbal teasing.

“I love you” he whispered closing his eyes, hiding everything there was inside, all the emotions kept under lock and key.

“Dick?” now I was serious too.

“Yes?” he opened them again and looked straight at me.

“You can tell me everything. There’s no need to hide. Whatever you did or whatever happened I have my ways to get you out of trouble.”

“I know. I know. I just love you so fucking much. I… I just need you next to me now, all right? Please?”

„That I can do” I laid back down, hugging him tightly, breathing him in, but at this very moment I knew something was off. We both held to each other, but it was more desperate than loving. More “I have a secret, I can’t tell you and it's killing me” than “I want to share my secret with you.”

***

I was spending another sleepless night alone just tossing and turning in the bed. Last three days was a disaster. At first glance nothing changed between me and Dick but under the surface …. Tormented by my own thoughts, I was truly thankful when my work phone broke the silence of the night.

“Y/L/N speaking” my voice was still hoarse, but it didn't stop me from using official tone.

“We need you here, counsellor. It’s an emergency and it requires your immediate attention.”

“On my way. Where exactly is here?”

***

Holy shit! The place was a disaster! Blood, massacred bodies, about ten injured people and two destroyed buildings. And one person accused of it all on the run.

“How could you let him escape!?” I was about to tear my hair out, but there was no time as I had to deal with the witnesses and potential accomplices taken to custody. Those who apparently were aware of their civil rights and refused to say anything without lawyer present. And Bludhaven police called me to be this lawyer. Fine, after all I had nothing else to do. “You know what, don’t answer that, just… do your freaking job and find the gangster boss who….”

Before I could even finish the sentence, said boss fell right in front of me.

“What the….?” I muttered looking up noticing the characteristic cape. The colors were a blur but everyone knew it was Robin. I sighed deeply and rubbed my forehead. Whoever was behind that mask I should have hated him, given how many laws he was breaking on a daily basis. The truth was, however, he was making my job slightly easier. And for that, ironically, I was thankful.

***

It took me another three days after which everything dawned on me. Dick was visiting my office every day, trying to get to know what I was working on and even when I refused to give away professional secrets, I knew he gathered some information. And then, miraculously, during night, all my perpetrators and criminals were brought to police station by no one other than Robin. Of course he himself never showed up. I would have to be blind, deaf and stupid not to see the connection.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked as soon as he stepped through my office again “and don’t give me that I don’t know what you’re talking about look. Let’s talk seriously, all right?”

“All right." he closed the door making sure it was shut tight and took a step towards me scratching his head "I’m sorry. I was worried that if you find out….”

“No.” I interrupted him.

“Sorry?” his surprised look made me use all the strength to hold back a laugh. He looked like a wigged kid.

“You don’t get to think so little of me. Did you really think I would leave? Or worse – was it the classic I was scared someone would hurt you bullshit? Dick, god damn it! I'm a lawyer. Do you have any idea how many times I got death threats? And here I am! Still alive and breathing! "

“I’m sorry.” He repeated.

“I’m also pretty case-hardened with keeping secrets, so I would never give yours away.”

“I know and….” He looked down, embarrassed and defeated under the weight of my arguments.

“I got a simple conclusion here: you are an idiot. Foolish, egoistic, inane….”

“Ok, that’s enough….” He stood up abruptly, making me shut up by kissing me, pulling me close so all my mind would get blurry and distracted by his toned chest, muscles and the way he was holding me, like his (or mine) life depended on it.

“Nice try, Grayson” I said pulling away too quickly for him to enjoy being in control of the situation.

“Please, don’t leave me. I can’t lose you.”

“You’re only proving my point here. I'm not going anywhere. But no more keeping me in the dark, all right? I told you once - I can keep you out of trouble, not the other way round. After all, you are a wanted vigilante.”

“Whatever you say” he pulled me in a kiss again and this time I let him. But still, he was about to apologize properly when we were alone.

***

From then on, everything went quick. Rachel, Gar, Kori. Titans. San Francisco. Gotham again (meeting Batman was a bit weird, but enjoyable experience), Dick dying and coming back to life (I almost killed him for that when he magically resurected). Conner, Tim. Wild ride. Wild. Oh, and somewhere in the meantime Dick ditched Robin in favor of Nightwing. Well, he looked hot in this black and blue outfit and I couldn't...... back to the point!

But I didn’t mind as long as Dick kept his promise of not keeping me away. At least for as long as in his own words it started to get really dangerous. When he reopened the Titans tower, training Gar, Rachel and Jason, I was there, watching over them, helping them crack cases and even joining on the field. I felt like a part of a team. But slowly, especially after Jason left (from the time perpective I think he was the only one to ever understood how it felt like to be cut off) my role was more like a caregiver. I was there to take care of the wounds, to throw a joke or defuse tension. Of course, I was still giving some advice, some tricks on how to play bad guys psychologically etc. but I knew I was being omitted. Dick was more distant, more tensed and more reserved than before, not that I blamed him. But I missed him. I accepted his vigilante lifestile, never complaining, but I wanted to feel like he still needed me to be his. His girlfriend, equal to him (but maybe smarter) and not someone to look after a bunch of kids (who I loved, but still).

Me and Kori has some business to take care of.

Right.

In a while he was always doing something with Kori. I liked her, truly, we were pretty good friends, but it was not right. I mean, I get that, she was a freaking fire princess, gifted with supernatural powers, all confident and fierce. All I had was logical thinking, connecting facts, fast reacting, resourcefullnes and imagination. It was more than enough to be a lawyer, but apparently not to be a part of the Titans team.

I wasn't jealous of Kori, really. I didn't envy her, I was just sad that all my good traits weren’t enough for Dick to consider me a valuable member of the team. Never letting me into real action anymore, never allowing me to train with the rest, even Tim, who wasn’t exactly skilled with his gear. Always working with Kori. And I knew confronting Dick about it would end up the same way as years ago. I can’t risk you getting hurt. I don’t want to see you in pain. I’m only focused on you when you are out in the open. Well, I understood his point of view, one way or another he was right, can’t deny that, but he could not possibly be there for me all the time. I had to be able to be more than just an easy to hurt one.

“You good?” oh, now he was realizing something was happening. Great job, Sherlock.

“No, I’m not” I always prided myself of being honest and direct in my communication with him. Boys can be so oblivious at times.

“Do we have to talk about it?” He looked at me carefully, his eyes begging me to postpone this conversation since he absolutely had to go investigate.

“Yes.” I nodded “Later. Now go.”

“Thank you.” He sighed and kissed my temple lovingly. I missed that.

“Go deal with that business of yours and come back to me. In one piece.”

“Promise.”

"Take care of him, ok?" I send Kori a sad look and she just nodded understanding everything he couldn't.

***

“Hey, brief, are you ok?” Conner used the nickname steming from the times I forgot knocking me out of my trance. Eventually, I ended up back at Star Labs with Conner and Tim, watching them fight against each other. Or rather Conner standing in place and taking poorly aimed Tim’s punches without flinching in the slightest.

“Take a guess.” I muttered “you should aim a bit lower, Tim”

“What?” the newly-appointed Robin looked at me confused.

“Lower” I emphasized “Conner may be superboy, but he’s still half human. And humans have weak points, so aim lower.”

Tim shrugged in a whatever manner, but stuck to my advice and to both, his and Conner’s surprise the latter hissed in pain.

“What the…..?” Superboy gasped turning his gaze on me. So did Tim and Bernard.

“Do you want to tell us something, Y/N?” the scientist asked “are you hiding some supertalents?”

“Just observational skills. Mixed with experience in medical records during my lawyer times.”

“That is interesting. You see anything else to use against Conner?”

“Wait. What? Use against me? I did not sign up for this!” Conner protested watching as my eyes twinkled in excitement. Now, I had my chance to prove to them I was more than met the eye.

***

“What is going on here?!”

“Oh, hey, Dick, your back. How was your business?” I brushed the sweat from my forehead and smiled at him. I couldn’t remember last time I was so happy and fulfilled. For the last two hours I was sparring with the boys under Bernard’s watchful gaze. It was exhilarating. “She’s the business I suppose.”

“Not voluntarily.” The pink-haired girl smirked “so you’re the girlfriend he was worried about on the way here?”

“I was not worried…..”

“I’m sorry about him. He can be …. Intense…” I cut Dick off. "I'm Y/n?"

“Tell me about it” she rolled her eyes “I’m Jinx.”

“The witch? Can you show me any spell to …..”

“All right. Y/n, I think we need to have that talk now.” my boyfriend, if that was still the case grabbed my hand and started dragging me away.

“It was nice to meet you, Jinx. I’ll catch you up later!” I managed to say in her direction before Dick picked me up and threw me over his shoulder still walking away. "Put me down, now!"

***

“What were you doing there?”

“It turns out, I'm pretty good at finding opponents weakness and turning it against them”

“Tim being the opponent?” Dick laughed

“Conner, in fact. And don;t be condescending.”

“What?!”

“Mhm. Did you know that he has a soft spot just right under his belly button? I might have bruised him with the impact I put there.”

“You did what?”

“Yeah. So many years of wasted potential." I blew a raspberry "And that’s because of someone who has been treating me like a babysitter for the past couple weeks.”

“You mean me? I never…..” I cleared my throat suggestively and it made him hesitate “ok, maybe I did. But you never said a word!”

“Because I knew it would lead to fighting with you. And despite everything I hate seeing you lose those arguments. Come on, you always surrender in verbal sparring.”

“Y/N….”

“It’s always you and Kori going everywhere together, dealing with stuff together, cracking cases together. I felt like I wasn't needed anymore. Apart from watching over kids.”

“Because they trust you. You are a role model for them.”

“One of the role models, Dick. Just one. And that’s nice. I just want you to realize I am so much more than just a bystander.”

“I don’t…..”

“Blah, blah, blah. I know all your arguments inside and out. Hurt, pain, loss… Please."I rolled my eyes at him "I’m good, all right? I want to learn to fight.”

“Are you jealous of Kori? There’s no need.”

“You idiot” I smacked his head. Lightly but he still hissed and looked at me with hurted expression. “You don’t get a word I'm saying! I am not jealous of her. I'm furious beacuse of you treating me different than anyone else!"

“Because you are the one I love!”

“I love you too." I said, more sofly, more gently and locked my hands on his neck, playing with the hair on his nape. That little gesture always made him relax and this time was no different as he hummed in pleasure "but I never told you to stop fighting, did I?"

"No...." he leaned into my touch so just to tease him I withdrew my hands. "Please, don't stop" soft, almost inaudible whisper got me melting "I missed that....."

"So, you agree with me that you've been pushing me away."

"I never said that and ....." I kissed him before he said anything else. Oh, the way it turned him on instantly.... Out of instinct his hands found their place on my waist holding onto me, caressing my skin, bringing me closer. Clearly he did miss me. I almost gave up, so lost in his touch, his warmth, wanting more and more and ......

"So, you agree with me....." I pulled away, not letting him get away with answer this easily.

"Yes, I fucking agree with everything you are saying." He rested his forehead on mine. "I'm sorry. I never meant to push you away. Never meant to make you feel like you didn't belong. I don't know what I would do without you."

"Hm, I know" I hummed "you would be absolutely lost. And probably dead. More than once."

"Mhm" he muttered. "Please I need you. You are like the only stable thing in my life...."

"I'm always here, Dick" I hugged him tighly, knowing well enough he was on the verge of breaking from the last weeks' stress and pressure and in desperate need of comfort and warm embrace "I'm always here. But I don't want to be a liability, ok? Or a housemother."

"Ok....." he held me tighter, not ready to let go.

"Let me train. I won't go against you, but please...." I kissed his temple, not to make him break, but just to assure him I was going to be fine. That we were going to be fine.

"Ok....." he chuntered "I'm tired....."

"I know, Dickie, I know. But you are not alone in this mess, babe. You are not alone."

Guess I was babysitting again. but this time, out of my own volition, and the fact that I had a choice in the matter made me feel good. After all, he was my baby.

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cemeterything · 1 year

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we want to know about your near death experiences, please tell us of your near death experiences

erm. gonna put them under a cut in case it's too much for anyone lol (since it's kinda personal, i'm not going to pull my punches in describing how i felt, and i know not everyone's comfortable with discussions of death and near-death)

- took nearly 3 days to be born because my mom refused a cesarean and was nearly a month premature. don't know if this one counts because i was a baby but apparently they were pretty worried about my chances of survival towards the end and when i was born i was sickly and in a lot of pain for months.

- fell down the stairs multiple times when i was a kid, suffered several concussions and fractures and developed vertigo that gave me a phobia of heights i eventually grew out of. again not sure if this counts since i barely remember it but i do remember the feeling of cracking my head once and boy it's not fun. it's like cracking an egg but the egg is your skull. also remember having a lot of dreams of jumping off the top of the stairs and my consciousness separating from my body and watching it fall because of this.

- nearly drowned because i swam too far out to sea on holiday and got caught up in a massive tidal wave (it was the baltic sea in poland, on a very windy day, and i was 8 years old and an idiot). i'd just accepted that i was going to die stuck in this current i couldn't escape and given up on being afraid, embracing the cold dark tidal embrace of death, when the wave very gently set me down in the shallows and i was so at peace that i almost forgot to sit up and breathe. left a big impression in me. i did not tell my parents what happened because i was okay with it and didn't want to upset them or deal with them fussing over me or giving me hell for taking stupid risks when i didn't need it.

- got hit by a car on my bike and flipped over the hood. was fine except for bruises and scrapes but while in the air briefly freaked out and thought i could see a halo of fire around the driver's head (probably the sun shining through the rear window).

- nearly died of dehydration while infected with a very nasty bout of flu that kept me in bed for 2 months straight. i passed out on the floor of my kitchen while trying to lift a cup to pour myself a drink and would have probably at the very least ended up with severe complications if my cat hadn't wailed over my body until my mom woke up and found me lying there. while passed out i had this horrible nightmare that i was god reincarnated in a mortal body and got really upset because i didn't want to be responsible for the entirety of humanity because it was too much and i was only 15. was extremely relieved when my mom revived me and explained that i was just really fucking sick. ended up in hospital with an iv in my arm to prevent my body from shutting down on itself until the flu burned out enough for my own organs to stop fighting me.

- tombstoned off the lighthouse in the bay with some sort of friends and very fucking narrowly missed a shelf of rock that would have shattered me to pieces if i hadn't twisted out of the way moments earlier. as it rushed towards me i very much saw my life up to that point flash before my eyes and was really disappointed by how little i'd done with it. didn't actually do much about it for a while though because i was a depressed unmedicated teenager in a bad living situation. pretty sure that kid would be amazed by how far i've come since then though.

- pretty sure i only survived a bus crash because moments before it happened i felt this urge to stand up and did. if i hadn't my head would have gone through this metal bar on top of the seats and my neck probably would have been broken.

- got lost in a woodland area by google maps once and got so dehydrated from the heat and blood loss (due to trying to cut through thorn bushes when i got desperate enough to get scared) that i started hallucinating this shimmery figure i couldn't look at directly following me and chasing me every time i started to give up (somehow i just knew that letting them touch me would be very bad, but they didn't feel malevolent? i was scared but i didn't get the impression that they wanted to hurt me, just that it would be a consequence of letting them touch me). got rescued because i screamed so loud that some passing hikers heard and went in and pulled me out of there. again not sure if this one counts as near death but i was wandering in there for hours and felt like i was going to die.

#death #injury #unreality #<- for discussion of hallucinations #drowning mention #car crash mention #might delete this idk if im comfortable with sharing it but we shall see lol

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flowering-thought · 1 year

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The final Kawahara sibling is here my lovely followers <3

Prepare for trouble and make it triple cause the siblings are now fully out ✨️

Also sticking with the foreigner darlings all doing different things <33

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WARNING - MINORS DNI

AFAB reader and reader is described as feminine and chubby/plus sized.

Yandere themes, stalking, invasion of privacy, gore

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Makoto Kawahara

First Meeting + Headcannons

It's a rainy day when Makoto is getting out of work. He had gotten off early due to the case he was working on getting handed off once he had finished specific files for the case. Working as a lawyer could be annoying but honestly? He liked arguing and having people's secrets so what could he say other than it was worth it somehow in his eyes.

He decided that since it was his day off he would finally check out the bakery that opened recently. He had heard about it from a coworker how two women, one a foreigner and one a local opened it about two months ago and it was a big hit since both brought all sorts of baked goods from all sorts of countries together.

He looked up the address and noticed it was maybe a five-minute walk so he took out his umbrella and walked until he reached a pretty building with plants decorating the outside and inside. And when he opened the door and a little bell chimed he was hit with his favorite smell of baked goods and coffee.

He looked around and noticed the counter where he could order and the cute handwritten style on the menu. As stoic as Makoto is he can't help but enjoy cute and sweet things.

So he looked at the menu from afar before going up to order after deciding what he wanted. Except for the moment his eyes landed on you his heart nearly skipped a beat.

You stood behind the counter with a cute white embroidered apron and tan shirt. Your adorable figure filled out your shirt perfectly and your cheeks look so cute he could pinch them-

He couldn't help but stare until you looked up at him curiously. On the outside, he looked blank but on the inside, he was experiencing love at first sight. And honestly many of the Kawahara experience this except for Daisuke.

He stood there for a solid minute before you raised your hand and poked his arm and he shook from out of his trance. "Are you alright? Need something to drink to feel better? I can get you some water if you need it!" You said, smiling softly at him before he shook his head.

"No! No, I'm okay! Sorry I blanked for a moment there. Could I get an expresso with a chocolate croissant and a lemon mango kanafeh?" He asked, pinching himself to keep his head on straight.

You smiled before complying and then added a lemon bar to his order after getting a tray to put the treats on. "Here, free treat because why not hm?" You stated, giving him a wink before going to make his espresso. He had walked to a table to wait until you came and gave him his coffee.

"I hope you enjoy it! And if you want anything wrapped to take home let me know!" You added, smiling before you left to get another order.

It was foolish. Makoto felt so foolish but as he sat there clenching the space above his heart he just knew he had to know you. So he called a friend of his up and asked to know more about the two owners of the bakery, specifically the cute foreigner with a gorgeous smile..

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Regular Headcannons

• Makoto is 30 and was born on January 4th.

• As stoic as he is to others, Makoto has a sweet spot for those he loves. But when it comes to his darling it's a near teeth-rotting sweet.

• He's a big fan of sweets and loves trying new foods! He's got a whole list of places he wants to go to try their foods and will definitely take you with him.

• But the man cannot bake to save his life. He got in trouble with his grandmother once cause they had to use the fire extinguisher-

• He can cook simple foods though! Like eggs! And cereal, and uhhh heat up soup.... just don't make him do complicated things hm?

• He likes to make models in his spare time though! Those cute little house models that you can put together or sometimes will sew some stuffed animals. He's good with his hands (not cooking though-) and likes to make cute things.

• Only problem is that when an ex of his that he once dated just cause she asked him out found out about his adoration for cute things and his hobby for "girly" crafts she made fun of him. After that, he's wary of who he shows his stuff off to.

• And Makoto isn't really an extrovert or introvert. He's introverted with people he doesn't know well. But when you get past that he becomes really talkative and enjoys telling you all sorts of things and if he learned something interesting he'll tell you about it too!

• The man can also sing-

• I'm saying that he has such a low and soft voice that he'll randomly sing some Japanese love song while working on his crafts and it's just so soft and pretty that you'd want to listen to it forever.

• He honestly will make you all sorts of things while together.

• After he first met you and started to frequent your Cafe at least three times a week he gathered the courage to ask you out by making a small frog plush.

• He asked if you would be okay with maybe going to a Japanese koi garden that also had some frogs and other creatures and that you both could try some traditional sweets.

• And when you said yes he nearly cheered but kept composed as he thanked you happily before running out with his order of baked goods.

• And boy does he look good while running away-

• But he just can't help himself when it comes to you.

• if you ever made him any sort of craft I think he might actually cry-

• As strong as he appears he's the type who will cry and sad movies or when an animal dies on screen.

• Takeo recommends Makoto some sad movies as well or movies that Makoto would like.

• And of course Makoto treats his siblings well and when he's really serious about you he lets his siblings meet you. He's glad to see you get along with them as well. If you didn't he'd probably get sad.

• He's a softie but that doesn't mean that he has another side of him completely...

Yandere Tendencies Headcannons

• Makoto is a stalker through and through. And he's one that has money to spend on whatever he wants. So hiring someone to report on your day or take pictures of you won't put too much of a dent in his bank account ♡

• He keeps the photos he likes and burns the ones that he doesn't. But the moment you're in your home he orders whoever it is watching you to fuck off.

• He does have mics in your home though. Only in the living area though. As much as he is attached he doesn't want to completely invade your privacy.

• And while he doesn't seem like the type to get violent, he will if he's pissed off. He gets jealous easily and sometimes if there's not enough blackmail or if they've just done something that crosses Makoto's line of what's blackmail worthy and what's killing-worthy he will get rid of them.

• And if he does get rid of someone he keeps trophies. It can be a piece of cloth from what they were wearing or jewelry but he usually keeps something people won't notice is missing.

• He also stages the murders as well. He can't have anything tracing back to him and if things are a bit difficult he'll pin it on someone else.

• He doesn't feel too much remorse as he doesn't like things disturbing his time with you.

• He thinks of you as someone who deserves the world. You're sweet and kind and just downright adorable in his eyes ♡

• And if anyone tries to taint that they are gone ♡

• And he makes sure to treat the friend you run the bakery with great because he knows of how close you two are. And he can't risk you completely being alone.

• He understands the importance of having friends and people you can count on. So he makes sure that you have support other than him. But he knows how to take it away if he has to...

• As for his apartment, he lives in a massive complex with all sorts of places like a pool and gym. But he also lives in the penthouse-

• Makoto likes the room and with all his crafts he has a room dedicated to his crafts. He also has an office as well and his deck on the roof is huge.

• But he also has some spare rooms and a guest room for when his brothers come over or if he gets a visit from a friend or anything.

• But there may or may not be a basement in the complex for certain members of the complex who hide their other side from their families and need a space for those activities.

• In that place is where the people Makoto wants to get threatened in person go.

But the whole complex is soundproof. So if Makoto ever gave into that urge of keeping you to himself, he's quite sure no one would ever notice you being in a spare room decorated just for you ♡

#.makoto_kawahara_♡#soft yandere #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere hcs #yandere headcanons #yandere male x reader #yandere male #chubby reader

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quitealotofsodapop · 5 months

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Stone Egg theories + Luzhen

All are asks are connected to this post made about: what if Stone Monkeys could naturally reproduce asexually via converting their body into a new Stone Egg?

All images have transcripts btw.

1: Possibly. Wukong has a *lot* of immortalities. But accidentally creating a Stone Egg asexually takes a lot out of him physically and spirtually. His soul gets a permanent hit to it. The whole point of the Stone Egg is for either a monkey with a large familial group to produce an heir without a mate, or the last of a troop to fling a piece of hope into the future. Most don't survive, but some do. It helps to have a lot of magically talented friends/family around to stabilize your body once the egg-creating process has begun so you can heal. Though I bet most single monkeys prefered adoption if at all necessary - accidentally giving the Stone Monkey kind a hyper-active parental instinct towards non-related infants of similar species.

He probably gets cravings for a lot of rocks, metal and bones in the process.

2 & 3: (@soniclozdplove) Guanyin realised that she gotta put her stone monkey on birth control if they were gonna keep him underground. Her brain jumped to "He's made of rock right? rock spirits eat metal... right?? Crap, it's the only thing down here." and cue molten copper and iron pellets for dinner. The question is; was it even that painful for Wukong? Man takes out his organs a bunch of times and bathes in hot oil in Jttw without complaint. Odds are in the moment it felt like the worlds worse heartburn/spicy food burn since he really is made of earth materials. XD

He probably felt super grateful once he realized why Guanyin was feeding him molten metal. He didn't want kids in that circumstance either!

4: A furiously confused pregnant Wukong! He immediately starts yelling at Gold Star for answers, and has to be talked down from trottling the Buddha himself for this. Tripitaka is panicking, he's never been around a pregnant person before!

Wukong doesn't even need the circlet in this verse. Guanyin just gives him false labor contractions and he's behaving immediately. He probably has to lug the egg in his body around for some extra time, maybe even until the Journey is over depending on how funny the Buddha or Bixia Yuanjun (goddess of childbirth) is feeling.

Macaque sees Wukong pregnant this way and is confused, dismayed, and yelling "Who's the father!?" at every Pilgrim. It takes him a while to understand that the Stone Egg happened cus of SWK being essentially slow-cooked underground for 500 years. Even if Macaque plays nice with the Pilgrims afterwards, he's still glaring at anyone who comes near Wukong and "their" egg.

Wukong endears himself to many people simply because he's with child. Probably gets an extra godly nickname (something like "Meihou-Wangmu" a pun on his Handsome Monkey King title + Queen/King Mother) refering to him as a fertility figure - women seeking luck with having/not having children approach Wukong asking for his blessing, and odds are it works because of who his creator is. XD

But he also attracts unique threats that the pilgrims have to personally destroy to protect him - Krasues and Manananggals anyone?

The second the Journey is over, Wukong kneels over and with an literal earth-shattering scream out *pops!* a little Stone Egg. All happy and cracking open minutes later. His and Macaque's first born isn't told the details of their creation for a long time.

5 & 6: Gold Star gives Shadowpeach the Stone Monkey version of The Talk and warns them never to get buried alive unless they're 100% sure about it. Macaque and Wukong are terrifed into not having kids until Guanyin let sit slip that the "regular way" should work too.

In "The Monkey King and the Infant" au; Gold Star was a little more than shocked to hear about MK/Xiaotian's creation XD

Macaque is sadly unlikely to ever carry a "clone egg" to term or survive the full process. His body is a lot smaller/weaker than Wukong's and he was deprived of a lot of nutrients as a newborn (stuck on the moon = very few vitamins). So if he ever got triggered into parthenogenesis, his body would likely just refuse to create an egg. No gas in the tank.

Baby Luzhen is born from SWK, and he immediately takes out the roof/part of the Jade Palace with eye lazers. Giggling, he fails to notice the looks of horror on his family's faces.

Pigsy shoudl be just used to this nonsense by now. In the TMKATI Au; MK was a rogue comet Harbringer baby, the twins were freebies from Diyu, Yuebei was the reincarnation of one of their greatest enemies, the twin boys are likely reincarnated lunar node deities, and ofc now Luzhen decides to spawn in like a chicken egg.

I love the idea of Tang hearing all these gory details like;

Tang: "This is like finding a living dinosaur egg or a thylacine! Imagine if any of your children married a regular monkey demon- it could completely bring back your species!"

Wukong + all Three Realms shudder at the thought - Wukong mostly because he aint never doing that again. Gold Star of Venus and Lao Tzu hum, intrigued at the thought.

Tang starts crying when he realises that single-parent Stone Monkeys would likely be born orphans. It's so sad! :'(

6: Nah, Luzhen pops out all newborn baby. You see, being born fully-developed from a Stone Egg is a huge rarity; only occurring when the whole troop has died out and the egg is left on its own for thousands of years. If a Stone Monkey parent is "awoken" early enough (like within say 500-600 years) in the Egg's development and tended to quickly, their bodies stabilize into a long, but far less dangerous form of pregnancy. Its a safeguard for in case the pregnant survivor of an extinct group is found by a new troop, the parent survives and can live to possibly reproduce with the new unrelated group (higher chance of viable mates).

The only sacrifice being that the babies in these "soft-boiled" Stone Eggs are a lot weaker, premature even. The eggs themselves having a much higher chance of being empty or just absorbing straight back into the parent. Many who survived the process just sighed, it was the law of nature - why risk a possible baby for the parent when survival is preferred?

Luzhen is able to be born simply because Wukong has such a solid support system and healthcare available to him.

Ty for all these asks! I guess I should make a special "Stone Egg talk" tag for these ideas!

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spaceless-vacuum · 10 months

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Hi my friend sent me the request you did for them. And I love it so much

Can I request yandere gagons for yandere links playtonic x baby dragon's female reader ( been playing tears of the kingdom. And you can ride and climb the dragons.)

Like the found the little reader coming out of her egg and is kinda different then the other dragons she More like a naga dragon looking one but is to cute

Please and thank you ( I didn't know if you do ganondorf's so I put links on there to if you can't do the ganondorf s have a great day

Oot Ganondorf was a powerful sorcerer who was born to the Geurdo and raised by two witches. He has stolen from everyone and knows no bounds and murdered people, nothing can or will stand in his way. When he first finds your egg he's more confused with what's inside. Will you even hatch?

He doesn't know the power he holds but he can’t tell from the moment he sees your egg that you're his. The rare object is his birthright. In his eyes and no one was going to stop him from keeping it.

After some research he found out he came across a rare dragon egg. One that hadn't been seen in centuries. Despite it being such a rare gift the limits and knowledge on you were limited. He had no clue what to think, what you could or would do, or even how to raise you. He thought about passing you along to someone else to raise but as he kept you close and spent more time with you the two of you began to imprint on each other.

He brought you with him to Hyrule as he swore allegiance and he often rants to your egg about news and how the days pass. His plots and schemes remain his to know about but he loves to just talk to you. Once you hatch it's after the young hero emerges from the woods but before he faces or challenges Link.

The serpent-like creature was too small and weak to care for itself. He took care of you. Keeping you close all the time (not that you would stand to be put down) he kept you with him hidden in his pockets. Sneaking your food during meetings. You ate fruits and meats most happily and he was glad to see you thrive even in these conditions. It would take awhile until you grew up but he had hoped it would be sooner rather than later. He had plans that needed to go underway soon.

Wind waker Ganondorf has this deeper character to him where he states his reasons for wanting to take over Hyrule is so he can give his people a better life. While i dont think this is actually the case, I think it stems more from the fact that he believes by some sort of bid he owns hyrule by right and can rule it better. What better way to take it all over than a dragon?

Flying through the air or swimming in the ocean either way will be a wonderful tool for conquering. At first when he finds the egg he assumes he'll use you like a tool the same way he does his bird. Once you hatch though he takes one look into those beady little eyes and realises, no… No, I can't do that to this creature. He does care for even his bird (he uses chickens hidden around the rocky shores of his fortress as enrichment and will throw the hideous creature people who cross him for food to hunt down) but he can't think of you as a tool. Not even as a pet.

You're intelligent, far more so than he would ever expect and you've… What's the word? Tamed? Imprinted? Like the rito- eh it doesnt matter.

He doesn't know how to care for you but you're very smart and intuitively the both of you work it out. As you grow older and his plans start to grow bolder as he starts to kidnap the maidens. He keeps you by his side for this. Planning to keep you safe and by his side for his final fight. Talking to you and keeping you safe as you grow older.

Totk Ganondorf would have found you while planning to challenge Raru. Leaving his kingdom to swear fealty also meant being able to travel through hyrule proper and taking claim to whatever he figured he might need. He found you hidden away in some temple and was skewed with jealousy. Raru never did know what power he wielded and this was just another show of it. Items of rare and extravagant power are best suited to those that would use them.

This man is tainted with hate and the moment he sees the egg he has his claws in you. Planning for what he'll do once you wake up. A dragon is a terrible thing to waste. He keeps you warm with blankets and hides you until he's back home. You sit still until it's time for you to hatch and he trusts few with the task of guarding you.

You're a very sweet dragon in comparison to his cool exterior. He only allows you to circle his keep and to go no further than that, lest you be discovered before he can put his plans into motion. When he goes to kill Sonia and enact his revenge he takes you with him. Hiding you in the room he killed the queen in so you may witness his rise as king in front of zelda and everyone else.

When he manages to slip away you dash after him, remaining out of sight. He also takes you with him to the keep that was made his tomb. He knows that as an immortal dragon you're doomed to stay alive all those years without him, and it stops you from running off. He impressions you with him.

Unless you showed absolute fealty, keeping you here with him is a mercy. Otherwise he'd have to hunt you down and corrupt you with malice and neither of you would want that. He believes in you to stay there. Staying asleep until he wakes up himself. After damaging Link and ensuring Zelda is gone he goes underground with you by his side. Waiting for the fabled swordman to challenge him; he plans to fight with you by his side.

#eye write #request #yandere ganon x reader #platonic yandere #platonic relationships #dragon reader #yandere legend of zelda #Ganondorf #oot ganondorf #totk ganondorf #wind waker ganondorf

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thedomesticanthropologist · 1 month

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Hey there! I'm trying to think about how Tav and the party are taking care of the githyanki egg, pre and post hatching. What could they even feed a baby while camping on the road??

I have had this for so long! thank you for your patience. I had to research Gith eggs, only to find specific details about Githyanki eggs are not provided in official D&D lore.

So, Im gonna go off of a few things. It looks thick as hell, and requires some kind of special conditions to hatch? the best we can tell, they are incubated while sitting in acid. In game, the only way to get it to hatch without giving it up is to have it in Laezels inventory at the very end of the game. So Im assuming it sits in stasis and after all is said and done, she hatches it (outside the Astral Plane, as their eggs cannot hatch in the Astral)

In this ask, Id say it would require that the Gith at Rosymorn were right, and this egg only needed "a little more time", and perhaps it began the hatching process already in the acid when Laezel takes it.

A day after leaving the Monastary and getting to the Shadowlands, the egg hatches and Xan is born! Which horrifies EVERYONE in the party! No one expected this, it shouldn't have been possible considering the conditions. Everyone discusses trying to bring Xan back to the monastery, but at this point they cant really turn back and they already know that those Gith might not be friends.

Over two terrifying days, everyone experiences Parenthood. Newborn gith eat (????) but lets assume it can be provided.

Though Laezel has stated in game that she does not want to make children, she canonically rises to the occasion if Xan is with her after the game, so Im going to say she becomes immediately protective. This is her kin, her race, and no one is more qualified to understand what to do than her... except, a baby is MUCH different than your average Gith, and so she cant really do this alone.

Gale and Wyll would rise to the occasion in the caring-for-Laezel department. She can't sleep, but refuses to let anyone else hold the child for the first little while. So Gale brings her meals, and Wyll tries to take over her chores, which she rages against while claiming that she can do it all herself.

When she finally blacks out from trying to do everything alone, the companions pick up Xan and take turns rocking him and cleaning him and cuddling him- there is so much danger in the Shadowlands that none of them can outright refuse to help, because its all hands on deck for all tasks on rotation, and with Laezel finally sleeping, someone has to hold the baby.

Astarion holds "it" at an arms length and has a staring contest with him until someone takes pity and removes the child from his reluctant care.

Karlach gets so excited to help and is very entertaining, playing games and cooing and giggling with Xan- but she cant pick her up.

Shadowheart eventually finds a way to take over caring for Laezel, and when that happens,

Wyll is really the winner here. Hes got that baby strapped to him in an expert swaddle wrap. He figures out how to feed the kid while fighting off a stray shadow creature with his other hand. He kisses the baby on the head every 5 minutes.

Finally, when the Gith come in the night to warn everyone, maybe they have to take Xan with them, with the promise that Laezel may re-aquire him when all is safe (or as is the other option, he may go to live in the Astral Realm at a Gith monastery)

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The child coming from the future ask made me question how was it going to work if MC and RO had, non compatible genitals for reproduction. And the thing is, I remembered then chaos magic is inspired by the Scarlett Witch, and so, there is no need to worry. We can have the child with magic! (Hopefully). I guess that's something you'll have to figure out.

Of course, making a new born with magic has both benefits and drawbacks. But an obvious one for the latter is how are we going to feed the baby? There wasn't any pregnancy, so there is no breast milk. And I don't see the gang acquiring a nurse for the baby, as hilarious as it would be.

Alas, any baby brings complications. And I'm sure some of the group are intelligent enough to figure out something.

But maybe chaos magic doesn't work like that? Or it makes the baby, or person, created by chaos magic only last as long as the caster lives (which would be really tragic)? I don't know... It seems really complicated. Yet, if we cannot use chaos magic... What would we use? Have an egg implanted in one of the possible mothers/have a friend or relative carry the baby? Adopting doesn't seem very likely, from what I understand of the lore. It's something to think about, at least, if you consider writing the scenario of that ask.

This is a very interesting question and one that I still don't have the answer to. The idea of using chaos magic to create a baby is kinda creepy if you think about it, and the repercussions of that would be a headache to even think about.

On the other hand, it would make sense for a wielder of chaos magic to be able to just change the laws of physics and summon a new life into the world with a snap of their fingers, because they are just that powerful.

But the story happens in the future—not a very distant one, but one where technology is more advanced than ours. So artificial wombs may well be a thing if you have the money to pay for them.

I'm leaning toward the surrogate baby, artificial womb or simply adoption; in the latter case, the chances of the child also being a chaos wielder are zero, but they can still be a sorcerer.

I'll have to think this one over.

Thanks for the amazing ask!! 🥰🥰

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stupid cupid

genre: fluff, angst, oneshot, cupid!yeosang, emotional support human!wooyoung, fem. reader mentioned wc: 1.7k

synopsis: the arrow was meant for you but it looks like cupid shot himself instead

“Let me ask you something, how many times have I done you a favor!?”

Yeosang pinched the bridge of his nose, gently massaging away the sinus headache that his very talkative mortal companion was giving him. It was times like these he’d wonder why he even bothered to befriend a human being to begin with. They were pitiful, flawed, burdensome, smelly, and overly sentimental creatures. Maybe the smelly part only pertained to Wooyoung.

But he was right. Wooyoung, although a little annoying at times, was a good friend to him, much better than anyone he’s ever known in Mount Olympus. It was forbidden for Gods to form relationships with humans, but Yeosang figured he was well worth the trouble.

“More times than I can count” Yeosang sighed. His mind reeled back to all the times Wooyoung helped him in the past. How many times in the past ten years has he shown up to Wooyoung’s doorstep, asking if he could crash for a few days because he got into yet another argument with his parents? Wooyoung would let him in no questions asked, scrambling around his tiny living space to build a makeshift bed for his godly friend to sleep in. The following morning, Yeosang would be woken up by the smell of buttery bread and eggs coming from the kitchen. Moments later, his humble friend would come to him with his breakfast all nicely placed onto its tray before setting it down before him. Gods didn’t eat. The compulsory need to eat to sustain life was seen as mortal frailty, so the Gods didn’t partake in having three meals every day. But seeing Wooyoung work so hard in preparing these meals for him made his heart a little tender, so he decided to eat whatever was given to him out of kindness. Yeosang loved the hospitality so much that he would sometimes overstay his visit, which would start to annoy Wooyoung after seeing his grocery bills had doubled.

“Exactly! I let you sleep in my home and eat my food, all of which I pay for because you Gods are always broke! Not to mention all my tunics that you ‘borrow’. By the way, it isn’t ‘borrowing’, when you take them without asking and return them to me with holes in the back!”

“We’re not broke.” Yeosang snapped back. “Currency is a man-made concept and I don’t see why I have to pay for anything. I’m a God. And besides, those tunics ripped only because they were cheaply made.”

Yeosang didn’t look up at him, but he was certain that hot steam just blew out of Wooyoung’s ears. “Those tunics are made of the best chitons in town! And they rip because your wings are so fucking huge!”

“So what? You’d rather I walk around with my wings on full display?”

After a long pause, Wooyoung took a deep breath and lowered his voice. “You know, it’s expensive being friends with you and I never asked you to help out once. All I asked was for this one little favor, this one little thing that shouldn’t have been that difficult for you to do and you completely blew it.”

Yeosang sprang up from his seat and walked over to the balcony to get some fresh air. All that back and forth with Wooyoung was starting to suffocate him. “I told you, I missed. It happens.”

Wooyoung erupted in laughter. “It happens? Since when have you ever missed? You’re the son of Aphrodite, the God of Love! You were born with a bow and arrow in your hands! For fucks sake, I’ve seen you shoot right on target even when you’re too drunk to stand up!”

The pronounced winged God of Love cringed at his friend's words. He was right. Yeosang’s aim was always perfect. He could shoot an arrow right at his target even with his eyes closed. He cursed himself for saying that he missed. It was unlikely to ever happen, and Wooyoung was quick to smell bullshit. But he didn’t have time to think of another excuse.

Wooyoung slumped down onto the chair. Tired from pacing around and yelling all afternoon, he dropped his head into his hands and groaned. “I really like her.”

There he goes, Yeosang thought. Wooyoung was great at moping and getting him to feel bad for him. It’s how he got into this mess in the first place. Wooyoung was in love, and worst of it all it was a hopeless one-sided attraction. But after all the drunken nights he had spent with Yeosang, giggling as he played matchmaker with innocent and unassuming passerbys, Wooyoung got an idea.

“She’s perfect. I just want her to like me back.”

Yeosang made the mistake of turning around. He was met with Wooyoung’s sad puppy dog eyes which only made him feel worse about the situation. “Have you tried talking to her?”

Wooyung jolted his head back up, offended that he would even ask him that. “Well, I- of course! I talked to her…once…but why bother with all that when I have you to speed up the process for me? Why are you even asking me this? Just hit her with another arrow, I’ll make up another plan.”

Yeosang stayed quiet. He didn’t want to shoot another arrow. But he couldn’t say that to him. Wooyoung gave him an earful about this mysterious girl he was head over heels for. When he came to Yeosang for help, he easily agreed to use one of his arrows on her. It was the least he could do for his friend, but truthfully he only did it to get him to shut up about her once and for all.

The plan was simple. When she goes into the forest to pick clementines off the trees as it was part of her weekly chores, Yeosang was to shoot her with one of his arrows of attraction. Then right on queue, Wooyoung would rush to her side which is when the girl would lock eyes with him and fall effortlessly in love. It was such an easy plan. But Yeosang couldn’t go through with it.

I mean he wanted to…at first. He stood atop the tree for a while, holding his aim at his target, but he just couldn’t swing the arrow. Wooyoung was right. She was beautiful. She was probably the most beautiful woman in the world. And that included his world. How was she not a goddess? He wondered how someone so beautiful like her could walk amongst mere mortals.

It doesn’t matter if she’s beautiful, he said to himself. She’s not for you. He snapped himself out of it and steadied his aim again. He was just seconds away from taking the shot but then something happened.

She fell.

She had been standing on her tippy toes for quite some time, trying to grasp her hands at the pesky little fruit, but then she lost her balance and fell rather clumsily onto the grass. Yeosang knew humans were clumsy creatures. The number of times Wooyoung had broken something or tripped over himself proved that notion. He’d roll his eyes and tap his foot impatiently, waiting for his friend to get up and dust himself off. But he had a different reaction this time. He thought it was…cute?

Yeosang lowered his bow and gleefully watched the poor girl get back up. He admired how she went right back to her task instead of standing around and complaining (like how his friend usually does). He enjoyed watching her do this mundane task, so much so that he didn’t realize how much time had passed. The girl finally picked up her basket after she finished picking a few clementines and turned on her heel to walk back home.

Shit, he cursed. Wooyoung must be hiding behind a bush somewhere, wondering why he hasn’t gotten his queue yet! Yeosang scrambled around his quill for the bow and took his aim again, ensuring himself that he would take the shot this time. But by the time he pointed his arrow, it was too late. She was too far off now and his arrows of attraction wouldn’t be able to reach her. When Yeosang found Wooyoung behind the bushes, he told him that the plan failed. She was “moving around too much” and he ultimately took a bad shot and missed.

But now that he reflected on what happened, Yeosang realized something. He never even took the shot. Why didn’t he? He had all that time too, so why didn’t he just do it? Was he distracted by the girl’s beauty? Or was it something else? Something else that he maybe doesn’t want to admit?

“You’ll do it again, won’t you?”

Yeosang tensed up. He wanted to say no. The God of Love was in love. After years of playing matchmaker, it seemed that he was now the target and the girl had taken her aim at him. He wasn’t sure if he liked this feeling. Is this how it feels when you fall in love with someone? Why would anyone want this? Suddenly, he pitied subjecting so many innocent people to this kind of pain. He hadn’t even said a single word to her and she was already tormenting his mind. The image of her hair, her face, her fingers, just every essence of her was fogging his brain. That along with the guilt of betraying his friend made him feel sick.

“Right?”

Regardless of being lovesick and feeling like a terrible friend, he knew that at the end of the day he wanted her for himself. Maybe that’s why he couldn’t shoot the arrow. He thought she would’ve been wasted on Wooyoung. A girl of her stature deserved to walk in the heavens alongside a God. He couldn’t bear the thought of letting Wooyoung have her so easily.

“Yeosang?”

“Hmm?” Yeosang hummed. He realized he was quietly thinking for so long that it was starting to worry Wooyoung. He quickly reassured him. “Oh, right. Yeah, just tell me the time and place and I’ll take it from there.”

Wooyong beamed, which gave Yeosang some relief since he wasn’t used to seeing his friend so gloomy. “You’re the best!” Wooyoung ran over and gave him a tight squeeze. Yeosang smiled and hugged his friend back. His warm and joyful expression soon turned emotionless and cold. He loved his friend but he still couldn’t let him have her. Yeosang sighed deeply into Wooyoung’s shoulder. What the fuck am I gonna do now?

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