#babby eyes at you

[narbevoguel]

From the creator of "his necklace has his same expressions" and "expressive goggles", here comes another one: expressive goggles ver. 2, where they flicker according to his emotions.

#hyrule warriors #age of calamity #young robbie #aoc robbie #age of calamity robbie #here's the babby version #sorry #his eyes look cute it's a shame the goggles are there :^) #I recommend you to pay close attention to the way I draw his hair from now on

[belphieslilcow]

YEAAAHHH SPORTS!!! GO SPORTS!!!!

#my art #cassian #i havent drawn him in so long i feel- #ahh his face kinda looks like a babby but i guess that fits kinda #also whoaa cassian right eye reveal!!! #the uhh puff at the back is a small ponytail btw #oh also ear reveal ig #why do his eyes look so weird hmm #well this wasnt meant to b too serious as you can see by it being sketchy #but hey

[simptasia]

i feel like ken coulda passed for 27 if his hair was longer because, like, he’s asian. and miles has a bitchy attitude. but jeremy could not pass for 26. that’s not me dunking, that’s just a fact. oh well. for what it’s worth, i imagine in universe, they look the right age (adding another reason people have trouble taking daniel seriously. that and the ableism)

#imagining flashback dan looking like a 16 and 18 year old jeremy davies makes me aww but also sad. that's Too Babby #note that the youngest jeremy i've ever seen was like 20. and he was painfully babby. so. gosh #also youth miles in ur head during his punk flashback to make his lip wobbling even sadder #and i know for a fact that ken would look ten years younger with longer hair because the year before he was in lost he had longer hair #for some movie and his character was 30 and he looked it. it makes a lot of difference #anyways back to jer. it's not like he looked old in lost im not saying that #but dude has thin skin. as a white person with scottish background tends to have #lookit him in the right light and you can see right into his eye sockets (same) #and he had/has wrinkles. it's not an insult to say that. his eyes and forehead get used a lot for emoting. and dan is very sad. so. yeah #to help ur imaginations for what properly babbified dan and miles would be #the actual years jer and ken were 26 and 27 was 1996 and 1997 #so jeremy in the movie twister. and uh i haven't seen ken young. but it's probably just regular miles but... softer? #which... AWWW. like apply miles' faux edgy bullshit to that? adorable #hell just go for early 2000s for ken and you'd get the right look #update: look up ''young ken leung'' i could cry he's so babby

[scrawlingskribbles]

I know I've made basically this Exact Same Post before but I am still so incredibly curious about why there are just So Many glaring animation errors in RLR especially towards the end lmfao

#like objectively I Know that it's gotta be far from the only ep with such obvious/so many errors #but I think the fact that it's my favorite episode visually-speaking just makes the hiccups all the more stark in my eyes ghjsjjgsd x'3c #like pls.... my gorgeous babby........ who's done this to you?? xD why have you gone borked??? #shut up Wisp

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

i should not be writing this I'm in the almost-asleep-due-to-meds states so WAHOO but you know *grabs fandom by the collar* but like respectfucally in a threatening way, I LOVE CROWLEY SO MUCH. EVERY MUCH TIME I HEAR A NEW DETAIL ABOUT HIM I FALL HARDER FOR THIS FUCKING ANXIOUS LITLLE BABBY. see all my friends my type is not bad boys it's a smol ancient demon wnho stress cleans, gets lonely and lonesome kust like all of sus and loves his plants ans d his car and his bezt frined whom he's in lvoe with.

EVEN WITHOUT EACH OTHER THEKIR CHARACTERS ARE SO MAHAZING AZI AND CROWLYE. HOLY SHIT.

YOU KNOW THE BGOOD THING I CAN NOW DESCIRBE MY SEXUALITY PERFECTLY.

I'M BI I'M ATTRACTED TO MORE THAN ONE GENDER I EXPLAIN TIREDNLY AS USUAL. WHICH GENDERS, THEY ASK.

I POINT TO CROWLEY. THOSE GENDERS, I ANSWER. THEY DOTH SHUTTETH UP THEN.

SORRY EARLY MODERN LIT STUDENTS IK THAT'S NOT SHOW SHAKESPEARIAN ENLGISH WORKS BUT I CAN BARELY SEE WHEN IM WRITING IM EYES ARE SHUTTINGI

hmmhhh,mmhmjh it's 3 am i shouuuuuul d be sasleeppp but no i am crowkey crolwy crying ow heheheheheheeh

it's taggy time time to clicky all the taggies you say ptato i say excellent bildady

all clicking done my kvove toall of yoi the meds kikced in fully THEYLL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE GOODNGUTHT I HOPE ID DREAM OF CROWLEY

#what a beautiful demoan #demoooooooon #good omens mascot #weirdly specific but ok #asmi #good omens #good omens fandom #maggots #crowley #lgbtqia #aziraphale #neil gaiman #anthony j crowley #good omens book #god i loves him so mcuh #he's so gender #ineffable idiots #its me im the eiidot #idiot #hm

[darkdemeter]

OLD DRAFT CONCEPT : " GUARD DOG "

—- not my gif, credit to original poster! -—

Wanda Maximoff x Werewolf! GN/Female/Male Reader (x slight Natasha Romanoff)

A/N — Here's a little bedtime story for ya'll. Old draft concept for an upcoming and looong oneshot for Wanda in a mafia au setting. Bits and pieces may be recognised in the published column plot wise but overall, we're taking an alternate route, my babbies.

WORD COUNT — 2.2k

READER DISCRETION — Alcohol consumption — mafia business and semi dark themes — profanity — mention of death and murder — mention of black market and auction — reader and Nat have some history — player reader Tony is so proud — Alexander Pierce is of course an arsehole, what else is new? — Rumlow is a bad guy (duh) — I think that's it?

An expensive investment. A broad term to use for a werewolf broken in by the system at a young age. But it’s true. 

Alexander Pierce, the finance manager and ringleader as a whole, did all he could to break you in, and to say he did is an understatement. He exceeded the limits you once believed you had and once you were ready, he put you out in the field to garner your reputation. 

You had no limits. Ruthless in your endeavour to complete whatever task was required of you, prepared to do whatever it took, your peers could only look at you with both fear and admiration. 

When all was said and done, you were given your collar, then sold through the underground hub for criminals: the black market. 

That’s when you learnt in the span of the few minutes that the auction lasted for, that you were either a trophy to those of the higher class of crime, or a very wanted source of security and war. From black funding operators that had their hand in the military’s pit on the hunt for a war hound, to the gangster overlords who controlled territories in the differing states and countries, requiring some form of high end security, there was a very rapid increase in the price they were each willing to pay. 

At a total of twenty-five million, your collar and services were sold to Mr. Tony Stark. From the sleek fit of a light grey, three piece suit and bright pink tie, Stark had a brighter outlook on the window of his underhand activities. He was the type that lounged back in the severity of his criminal dealings.

Unlike his fellow company who each wore darker palette suits of either navy blue or jet black. He stood out for sure as his auburn tinted glasses did little to hide the one question on his mind: Was his money well spent?

Well, to say at the very least, you wouldn’t be here tonight if you weren’t every single cent he spent on you three years ago. 

Thinking about the memory now, this is a different tone entirely. Dark and neon is how you remember the black market scene, stalls and cube stores with an assortment of supplies anyone in the business would need, whether that be for the amateurs - which were the usual target customers - or the smaller businesses which belonged to small cluster gangs. 

The big time runners had designated storehouses to spare where they obtained their supplies, and ran other dealings and hand-offs in and out of private rooms in the clubs. 

Here, the scene is warm, lavish and made for those who seek the comfort in living in marble halls and pristine white pillars, short cut grass and elaborate parties such as this one. 

“Shit, this party is awfully chipper for someone who died last week,” you huff, eyes scanning the crowd from the smooth, darkly polished bar, which you incidentally found very comfortable to lean back on when told for the hundredth time, “Just sit tight, just a little bit longer.” 

You didn’t have the time nor patience to sit around getting older by the damn minute. Thankfully, Tony put his card behind the bar so that meant an endless river of drinks. Because you needed the alcohol. A lot. 

Not a moment too late is your glass refilled with your refreshment.

“Please, Y/N,” sighs Steve from your right side, arms folded over his chest, navy blue suit straining just a bit too tightly against his body, “have some respect for the Maximoff family. They lost their only male heir to a deal gone wrong. They need our support.”

Your shoulders rise with a particular deep inhale before falling lax, you swirl the sliver of whiskey left in your glass and with a jerk of your wrist you finish it. Ice rattles in your glass as you shimmy it, indicating you need a refill and pronto. 

“People live, people die. You cross someone and you get shot in the back. It happens.” 

“He was gunned down in the streets with a fucking machine gun, Y/N. You consider that a mere oopsie?”

You shrug in response to Sam’s question with a pout of your bottom lip. “Pietro thought he was the shit. That’s what got him killed by Rumlow.” 

Sam runs a hand over his face, now distressed by the lack of sincerity you show for the grieving family. “For fuck sake…”

In the three years of your loyal work to the Stark family and those of his brotherhood - his allies - your colours shone through immensely to reveal a shining personality. Excluding the fact you’d become something of a playful rogue with the women. 

You simply chalk it up to your animal magnetism. Something that leaves them wanting more whenever in the presence of your company.

In fact, that was how Tony came to own unclaimed establishments and clubs in the boroughs, ones he wasn’t able to get his hands on before, but after he had you as a playable card in his fold, you provided club goers the relief of being harassed and drinks being spiked. Territorial take over schemes from rival gangs were second guessed when they saw you watching over the joint.

The after hour visits for your libido were just the perks. But you left a lot of lustful and broken little hearts in the wake of your work. 

For a werewolf, you were always assumed to be a means of security, and that much was true. Didn’t mean it excluded you from taking on other odd jobs for the families from time to time. Debt collection, assassinations, tailing and blackmail ops, the list is endless. 

When Steve casts a hardened stare your way and you mockingly raise your hands up in surrender. “Alright, I’ll offer my condolences to the heiress, but I ain’t weeping at her feet for her brother who got himself into that mess because he thought he was too big for his own shoes.”

“Just behave yourself, alright? The last thing we need is the entirety of Europe at war with us.” You roll your eyes and salute the captain. “Yessir.”

You bring the glass rim to your lips and draw a small gulpful of your refurbished liquor, the fiery taste rolls over your tongue, you savour it to keep your sanity intact lest you go insane from the waiting. Where was the heiress? 

“Well, well, I thought I wouldn’t see any of you again. Especially you.” Your head, as well as those of your group, direct their gaze to the new voice. The corners of your lips twitch up and you flash her a wolfish grin, chin tilting up slightly in your relaxed position against the bar. You looked like a cat happily laying in the sun. 

“Miss Romanoff,” each of the men greeted with a nod of their heads. You, however, pat your thigh as an invitation for her to sit. “I had work to do the next morning.”

“Mm, that’s what you tell the other girls, I’m sure.” You clap a hand to your chest with a wince. “You wound me, Sweetheart. If I had the chance, I would have stayed.” 

She hums but it’s obvious she doesn’t believe you by the rise in her brow. 

Natasha Romamoff is a hard fish to catch. One of the more established families that control practically the entirety of Europe, alongside the Maximoff family, the two were partners and crafting an empire strong enough to stand on their own without any dire need for support. 

Yes, her family had prior dealings with the brotherhood. The Starks, Wilsons, Barnes and Rogers and more, whether to collaborate on a bigger criminal project to the smaller portioned deals. Smuggled goods and weapons, blackmail intel deliverance, international bribery to keep the feds off your backs. But she never committed to joining forces. 

You suppose it’s a good power move on her part. She doesn’t have to abide by any of the family creeds, in the end, you’re all loose ends that may potentially be severed if need be. She had the ball in her court and the mysterious Maximoff heiress. 

Even your animal magnetism wasn’t enough to charm her into joining forces with Stark and his powerhouse of families, but they were surely enough to charm her into a wild one night stand. 

But as you told her. You had work to do. And now she appears to spurn you with her eyes and cruel words, but still entertains your flirtatious advances and indulges the empty space of your thigh.

For a well respected mob boss such as herself, she definitely liked to play it risky; dressing included. 

Last you saw her, she was dressed in a more professional manner. But here at this funeral party, whatever the fuck it was, she chose to wear a black, spaghetti strap cocktail dress that’s short enough to be skimming the mid of her thigh. The slit riding the dress up higher is just plain dangerous. 

She’s facing you, back arched and ass resting on the cliff of your knee. Your clawed hand supports her at the small of her back. Her perfume is strong and complimenting, the sweet bouquet of lavender rolls over the exposed tops of her breasts from her even more exposed neck. Her plump, red lips move in a way that’s hypnotic. “So I hear you’re going to be a bargaining chip for Wanda Maximoff.”

“Where’d you hear that?” you scoff with a flick of your chin. 

“I have spies who whisper to me,” she answers with a swift quirk of her brow. 

Of course she overheard the news. She then chuckles softly, and all eyes watch her with a level of suspicion. “She won’t take any deal you offer her. She’s determined to steer clear of your little gang wars over in the states.”

“Rumlow killed her brother and he has bases around our territories. Wouldn’t she appreciate the extra hands in catching the rat?” Bucky poses the question with a dark brow angled high and clenched jaw, the muscles in his cheeks flex harder when Natasha offers no affirmative response; a mark to hopefully land you in the door and good graces with the heiress. 

“You really think she wants a guard dog?” 

“Hey,” you growl with a wrinkle of your nose, fangs on the precipice of baring at her. How she used the term in a condescending manner made the fur beneath your skin bristle. Sam claps a hand to your shoulder, somehow able to sense the seething anger within you. 

“We just want to help. Offer support for her loss and bring Rumlow down.”

“No. You want a foothold in Europe. And I’m sorry but…” She looks you up and down, drinking in the sight of you and you know she can see you without your clothes on. “You’re not going to cut it, babe.”

She turns her body to make her getaway but you don’t let her slip away just like that. She gasps and looks to you with a furrowed glare when your arm circles her waist and tugs her back until she’s flush against you, the men in your company watch with trepidation of your next course of action.

“I will cut it because whether she wants to admit it or not, she needs us.”

Natasha’s eyes, true to her fashion, darken with a challenge. “You’re wasting your time. She’ll get Rumlow herself.”

“And if Rumlow plans to get her first?” For a moment you see the doubt cross her face. “That’s where she needs me.”

“Tony Stark.” Each of the men turn to the voice behind them and their once cool and collected selves turn rigid, nervous under the power one woman can hold so absolute, her green eyes scan each of their faces before they land on you. 

You finally look and meet her stare, still holding Natasha against you even as she tries to push away from you. 

“Unhand her,” the woman commands with an accented tongue. 

At first, you wanted nothing more than to play this out a little, see what makes this woman tick. But both Tony and Steve look at you, silent in their order, you sigh heavily and release Natasha. Once you do, she wastes no time in joining Wanda’s side with a bow of her head. 

“I hear that you wished to have an audience with me.” 

Wanda is the sole survivor of this ordeal. Her parents were assassinated two years ago and now her brother was killed. This is the stressed matter at hand, her empire could crumble to the ground, all that hard work put into the grave, because she’s being so fucking stubborn with this deal.

“I will not sign my family, nor any of my shares, to Stark Industries. Enough have I done to keep you out of the hands of law enforcement. I will handle Rumlow myself.”

This isn’t how any of you hoped this would go. The grief has made her stronger than before. It wasn’t exactly you were waiting for the chance for her to have a weak spot and try your luck, but you all had thought she might even be at least a little desperate for extra help. 

Natasha’s face says it all: I told you so. You can only roll your eyes and resume with what you’re doing. 

“Miss Maximoff, we only wish to help you. All we ask in return is that you grant us some territory to work with for our trade deals as payment for support lent to you to catch Rumlow.”

Thank you for Reading! (◕ ᴥ x)

TREEHOUSE TAGLIST — (Even though I doubt this is worth putting the taglist on, here it is anyway)

@alexawynters

#female reader #gn reader #male reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #wanda x werewolf! reader #werewolf reader #marvel #wanda x you #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #werewolf #mafia au #mafia wanda maximoff #mafia natasha romanoff #mafia reader #wanda maximoff x werewolf reader #old draft #concept scrap #dem's updates #wanda x y/n

[iheartgavi]

Daddy’s boy

Summary: gavi thinks he’s a terrible father and breaks down in front of everyone.

parings.gavi x model fem reader

.a/n.last of this! and send in requests!.

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Pablo was on his way to his parents house with a crying mateo in the back seat every chance he got her tried to calm him down.

everyone was already at his parents house it was just gavi,mateo and y/n missing but she’s on her way over.when Pablo arrived he parked his car and quickly took out his keys and gout out of the drivers seat and made his way towards the backseat to get mateo out.

when Pablo got Mateo out he didn’t stop crying he made sure he was holding his don tightly as he grabbed his diaper bag that was underneath.

as he made his way inside everyone turned their attention to him and the little boy who was crying his lungs out.

“oh amor how are you? here let me help you!” Belen said “holla mama I’m good but no I can handle it” Gavi replied.

after he said his hellos to everyone and saying no to accepting help with mateo he felt tears in his eyes when Mateo didn’t stop crying,it hurt him so much that he couldn’t calm his own son and that other people could.

Gavi tried sat in a corner of the backyard trying to calm Mateo down but nothing seem to work everyone was trying to convince gavi to let them help till gavi finally broke.

mikky was able grab mateo and was trying her best to calm him down with frankie and the others.

“Look I know your trying to help me but I don’t want it,it’s enough that you all think of me as a bad father”he said with tears streaming down his face.

everyone looked at him confused when they heard this “pablo what are you saying?” rora his sister said “pablo your not a d father”Xavi said as everyone agreed.

“pablo where is this coming from” Pablo’s dad said “pablo” Belen said before her youngest left the backyard making his way up to his old room.

everyone just stood there trying to figure out what just happened as mikky and the rest of the girls tried to calm down mateo who just was crying even more because he heard his dad yell.

about 10 seconds after that you came to the backyard worried hearing your babby crying.

“What happened!?”you asked worried as you made your way towards mikky grabbing mateo from her trying to calm your baby down.

“where’s Pablo?” you asked as Mateo was calming down happy to see his mom “he went upstairs crying” pedri said “what why?”you said worried something happened to your boyfriend.

“nothing happened to him if that what your thinking”Anna Roberts wife said trying to calm you down seeing that you were anxious.

“It’s just Pablo came with Mateo crying and he was doing his best to try and calm him down but nothing worked,so we offered to help but he kept denying saying “I got it” and it wasn’t till Mateo started crying even more that he lost his cool and just started crying” rora said as javi fished “mikky grabbed mateo as Pablo kept saying we all thought he was terrible father and other things”.

you nodded while looking down at mateo “I’ll be right back” you said heading upstairs to pablo’s room to check up on him.

you nocked on the door but gavi said “ go away I don’t want to see anyone”.

“not even me?”you said coming in closing the door behind you “a-amor”pablo said looking up quickly from his pillow when he heard your voice.

“what happens amor,talk to me” you said as he got up and made room for you to sit “everything,everything’s wrong I’m the worst father in the world mateo hates being with me he cries everytime I change him,cary him,why-why can’t it just be like before he was always with me me and him where inseparable he was always with me and hated when others took him from me” gavi said as he cried his heart out.

“amor don’t say that you aren’t a bad dad you are the best father Mateo could ask for you feed him,change him and take care of him even though he’s fussy with you,you always make a effort and you try to make time for him and me every chance you get” you said as you put mateo on your left arm and used your right to grab gavi and pull him towards you.

“mateo hates me,he doesn’t love me” gavi said looking up at you with watery eyes.

“don’t say that gavi! he doesn’t hate you he loves you amor,it’s just Mateo doesn’t see you that often and when he dose get the chance to I have to leave for a trip and end up taking him because you can’t wach him because of your work schedule”

“trust me gavi he dose love you it’s just that we both need to make time for spend time together with him,we have to figure out something” you said with tears in your eyes as you saw Mateo looking at you.

“Your right amor” gavi whispered “other than that I promise you Mateo loves you,don’t you see his little eyes sparkle everytime he sees you?” You asked

it’s true even though mateo cry’s with him his eyes always sparkle when gavi comes to his sight,he’s been like that since he first opened his eyes to reveal who was carrying him.

“he dose?”gavi questioned looking up at you as you nodded as you wiped his tears with your free hand and kiss his lips several times before you heard babbling from your 6 month old

“da,da,da,da” was all you heard coming out of mateos mouth with saliva coming out

gavi shot his eyes open and stared at mateo in disbelief “did he just babble dada?”he questioned “I think he did”you replied as you gave him a smile.

as soon as he heard that gavi grabbed mateo and tossed him up in the air before caching him and tickling his sides making him giggle at his dads craziness.

“Look he’s laughing” gavi said exactly looking at you before mateo put both his hand on his dads face taking a closer look at him as gavi just started at him back.

mateo leaned in and hid in his dad’s neck as he nodded his head.

words couldn’t describe how happy he was that Mateo was like this with him,he missed cuddling his baby boy in his arms.

“see amor he loves you” you said as gavi nodded as he was still hugging mateo not wanting to let go

“come on let’s go back downstairs” you said as you tried to get Mateo but he just looked at you and nodded his head before hiding is face in the croke of gavi’s neck

“I guess he stopped being a mommy’s boy and is a daddy’s dog now” gavi said as he smirk before leaving the room leaving you to just smile at your boys.

Let’s just say the whole time Mateo wouldn’t go with anyone and stayed with his dad,even during the car ride home you had to drive because mateo was holding his daddy’s finger as he slept peacefully in his car seat.

#pablo gavi icons #pablo gavi imagine #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi x y/n #pablo gavi x you #barcelona #football #football x reader #football x y/n #football x you #gaviswrld #gaviswrldimagines #gavi imagine #pablo gavi fluff #pablo gavi blurb #pablo gavira #pablo gavi headcanon #gavi x reader smut #gavi blurb #pablo gavi oneshot #pablo gavi fanfic #pablo martín páez gavira

[gnomebacon]

in truble

this is your warning you are responsible for the media that you consume

tw: degrading, swearing, Dom Simon sub reader? unprotected p in v, 18+, NSFW, smut let me know if I missed any

summary: you knew Simon would get mad but you did it anyway

word count 672

You realized that you fucked up but it was a bit to late to apologize now. Simon had been gone for soooooo long well about two days, and usually that wouldn't be a problem but you started to really missed him and then you started to think about him, and then you started to thinking about what he would be doing to you if he was there, and then you started thinking about what you wanted him to do to you when he got back, and then you started thinking about the vibrator in the drawer in his bedside table, then you tried to stop thinking for the rest of the day. You knew that Simon was getting back that night, so all you had to do was distract yourself for a few more hours and then Simon would be home and then he would do whatever you wanted him to do to you. you would also get rewarded for being a good girl and not touching yourself without asking Simon first. Well that clearly was not going to happen now. You knew it was a bad idea when you decided to just lay down in bed to weigh for Simon to come home, you knew it was bad idea to take off your panties so he could get to you faster for when he got back, you absolutely knew it was a bad idea to just get yourself ready for simon by fingering yourself, especially when you knew you were already wet enough. But the most stuped decision you made was to give up and just fuck yourself silly with the vibrator. Now it was no were as good as Simon but you were so horny you didn't even care. You also didn't even care that by the time that Simon got home you had already cum once, and if he hadn't burst through the door to your shared bedroom it would have been a twice. When Simon had entered the room you were laid out on the bed pussy and the vibrator that was in it clearly on display as you rub your clit. You where a moaning mess you couldnt even make a coherent sentence. It also didnt help that you knew that you where going to get punished for this but the though of what was to come just terned you on even more. “Oh baby what is this you couldent even weigh two days for me!?” a small smirk a pering on his face. “Si i-i” you try to say something but you are to out of it. Simon walks over to the foot of the bed and then starts to take of his clothes layer by layer. “Oh you can't even speak right! your acting like i fucked you dumb” he says as he takes off his shirt and unzips his pants painfully slowly. “But the thing is I didn't, this fucking vibrator did!” he spit out the sentence as he finally pulls down his boxers and climbs on the bed, you can see that he is painfully hard. "You were such a needy little slut that you didn’t even ask my permission to fuck my pussy with a fucking vibrator.” as simon is saying this he takes out your vibrator you whine at the loss of sensation but only a second later simon stuffs you with his cock. He barely gives  you time to agust to his size before he is pounding into you. “Is this what you want? Me fucking you so hard you can’t think straight” he says threw gritted teeth. You can feel the band in your stomach tighten, “gonna f-fuck gonna cum” you say trying to make a full sentence. “Fuckk babby cum yeah cum for me” and that is all it took your muscles tense and your eyes roll back as your orgasm rips threw you. It takes a minute for you to come back to reality. You look up at Simon and realized that your night has just begun.

#cod x reader #ghost smut #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost x reader smut #cod men

[leggerefiore]

Pretty sure I never saw this idea: s/o getting the shock of their life when they find an Egg one day and it becomes quickly apparent that it belongs to their own Pokemon and their sweetheart's Pokemon. The couple and their Pokemon raise the babby once it hatches, and when the hatchling becomes independant it convinces s/o to want to have an actual baby. With submas, Larry, and Cyrus pls and thnx ☺️

cw: fluff,

▲Ingo▼

● It was a surprising sight to behold. Most certainly to Ingo, who had awoken you in a strange mix of panic and frenzy to see what had broken his usually strict morning routine. His Chandelure was floating lowly, almost near the floor. It might not have been concerning, as she could have been sleeping, yet that was not it. An egg sat underneath her as she delicately worked to keep it well heated, but not too much. Ingo gazed at you and then back at the pokemon. You could only shrug. Did he expect you to know something about this?

● It was then you realised your pokemon was sleeping nearby. Your heart dropped when you remembered its egg group. For a pokemon that sure did not like you, it seemed she excused your team members. Or maybe she just wanted an egg. That would not surprise you, honestly. Ingo seemed to snap out of his trance with the scene when his watch blared out an alarm, and he rushed to finish getting ready. A promise to discuss this later was exchanged as he called Chandelure into her pokeball and departed from the apartment, leaving you alone with the egg.

● You and your pokemon watched over the egg all day until Ingo's amazingly on time return in the evening. He took the egg from your lap to look it over with curious eyes. With some uncertainty, he shined a light through the egg to check whatever was developing inside. Ingo seemed to be following directions given to him as he observed everything carefully. In the end, he hung his head. It was a Litwick, he declared. You sighed. Another ghost was soon to haunt your Nimbasa apartment's halls. Hopefully, this one would like you. Ingo then fell into a long-winded explanation of your and his duties in caring for the egg and how to divide them equally as possible.

● It was both simple and difficult to care for the egg. Unfortunately, due to the pokemon inside it, holding it often resulted in exhaustion from life energy consumption, yet it could not be simply abandoned in a corner. Besides, it was oddly fun speaking to the egg. Ingo, at least, certainly enjoyed to. Many times, he would speak softly to the egg, assuring of how much it was going to be adored and cared for whenever it decided to leave its shell. He and his Chandelure were obviously utterly fascinated with the egg. You felt happy for him, but strangely unsure yourself.

● Much to your terror, the Litwick decided to hatch when you were alone to care for it. A panicked phone call to Ingo had him assure you that he would come home as soon as he could. The poor candle pokemon was just as confused as you were as it made its way to you with a sad, desperate cry. Realising what it wanted, you picked it up. It nuzzled into your chest and soon dozed off while you waited for Ingo's return. When Ingo finally was able to get a break, you jumped at his sudden entrance. Before he could go into one of his endless messes of words, he was silenced by the sight of you cradling the baby pokemon. His cheeks became flustered as a small smile twitched across his lips.

● Somehow, you both were cursed with the neediest Litwick ever born. Chandelure tried desperately to keep it company, but it always seemed to desire you and Ingo to be near it. One of you would calm it down, sure, but it preferred having both of you and would not be contented until then. The Litwick loved to be settled between you both, obviously draining your life energy until Chandelure or your pokemon lightly told it off. It, too, loved to sleep in the bed with you and Ingo, whining until it was let up or floated up by Chandelure. You wondered if it would ever end.

● However, you were not prepared for when it did. The end came with its evolution into Lampent. Gone was the clingy little candle that followed you around the house, in was the newest shadow of Ingo, Lampent. You supposed there was nothing strange about it. Ingo was a strong, capable trainer, yet you missed the lazy afternoons spent playing and napping with the Litwick you had come to love. You could only debate where those feelings would go in the now empty days.

● Your answer came to you, which led to you catching Ingo during dinner. Calling his name softly, you watched as he placed the fork down to gaze at you. His silver eyes were filled with both concern and curiosity. “… I think… I think I want a baby…” you told him meekly. How would he react? Sure, he loved helping kids around the station and doting on the Litwick, but that did not necessarily transfer to wanting a family. Your foot tapped against the floor nervously.

● Ingo's eyes lit up instantly as he reached a hand across the table to grab yours. He was utterly stricken with something. “I… I have been meaning to ask you that myself,” the Subway Boss admitted with a flustered expression, “I'd love to, dearest. There is nothing I would like more than that.” You gasped and tightened your hand around his own. Both of you soon fell into an eager discussion about your future.

▽Emmet△

○ Seeing a pokemon egg around the apartment was not that odd of a sight, truthfully. Emmet's beloved activity of Joltik breeding usually led to finding them quite frequently and him lovingly carrying the egg everywhere until it hatched. It should not have felt odd, but it did. There was no nearby Galvantula watching the egg, nor had Emmet apparently noticed it. Rather, your pokemon was the only one near it. Quite protectively, you might add. You quickly debated the egg group of your pokemon before realising you had left them out last night with Emmet's Eelektross.

○ The twin was weirdly eager when you told him about the circumstance, giggling over the phone and asking you to keep an eye on the egg and your pokemon until he got off, so he could properly investigate. You agreed, of course, a bit uncertain about what to do and trusting his opinion as a pokemon breeder. It was strange to think about how quickly it had happened. Your pokemon and his were naturally close due to spending so much time together, but you had not thought they had gotten that close. The sight of your pokemon carefully protecting their egg was adorable, however. You took many pictures.

○ When Emmet arrived, he immediately worked with you to take the egg from your pokemon's possession and give it a once over. He hummed as he shined a light through it and did some light tapping. Whatever he was doing, he ended up quite confident in himself as he bravely declared it to be a Tynamo. The twin instantly began to explain how to care and watch over an egg before humming and making a schedule for splitting the egg duties. You followed along carefully and began to work with him on watching over the egg.

○ It was not easy, needing to carry the egg around and monitor it constantly, but the work felt worth it when you saw how eager Emmet was to greet the pokemon that was developing inside. He would coo softly to it, telling it about how excited he was to meet them and help train them. Its development would be checked regularly by him, and you could only watch in intrigue. By some luck, when you were both together is when the egg began to crack. Emmet and you crouched near it as the shell slowly began to be forced apart by the pokemon inside.

○ The little Tynamo looked up at you both with its confused eyes as it squirmed pitifully. Emmet picked it up and quickly took it to a prepared tank. His Eelektross and your pokemon had wandered over to watch the little EleFish pokemon grow accustomed to its new existence. You leaned onto the twin's shoulder as he brought an arm around yours. You wondered how the little guy was going to grow, but you trusted Emmet to see it through everything.

○ For a while, the Tynamo was quite dependent on you both. It was not the vicious predator it would grow into and needed to be fed whatever diet Emmet seemed to think was best for the electric type. You watched as many evenings were spent with him testing a meal on his Eelektross before feeding it to Tynamo. The little fish-like pokemon would come to brush against you sweetly whenever you reached a hand in its tank, nuzzling into your palm and enjoying the pets you had to offer. Emmet and you both sat around to just observe the pokemon. Sometimes your own would make desperate sounds at the baby, or Eelektross would try to climb in the tank, which prompted Emmet to stop him.

○ It almost felt like it would stay like that forever, but the little Tynamo did not stay little for long. It evolved into an Eelektrik one evening, and gone was the cute, confused baby. Now it wanted to fight and play, Emmet bringing it along with him to the station or having it battle it out against his pokemon. You felt sad, missing the big eyes of the Tynamo. The evenings spent together doting on the cute baby pokemon. You allowed Emmet to take the Eelektrik as his pokemon, trusting him to raise it correctly from there on out. But, you wanted something still.

○ “Emmy…” you called out to the Subway Boss after he came one day. The Eelektrik you both raised following behind him like a shadow. Your heart ached. He tilted his head at with you a soft smile. A “mhm” was your signifier to continue. You took his hands in yours as you met his eyes meekly. “I… I want a baby,” you told him. His eyes went wide. For some reason, you were terrified he was going to say no. He was too busy with his job for one.

○ Instead, his hand let go of yours as his arms wrapped around you and pulled you into a tight embrace. Kisses covered your face as he giggled in an almost creepy manner. His silver eyes met yours as a wide grin spread across his face. “Me, too!” he cooed, “I want twins.” You gulped. He twirled you around before carrying you to the bedroom. It seemed you were getting your wish.

💼Larry🏢

🍙 Larry shook you awake in a near panic. It was obvious he had not been awake for long, as he was still dressed in his sweats and a t-shirt. You rubbed your eyes as you yawned and got out of bed. Following him into the living room, you saw a mess of blankets and his Staraptor in the middle of it. You tilted your head. He shoved a hand under the bird and pressed up against the fluff of its feathers to reveal an egg hiding underneath it. The odd, aggressive sound from his Staraptor had him retreat his hand as you saw your pokemon bringing another blanket to the flying-type.

🍙 Looking at the clock, Larry suddenly rushed back into the bedroom and toward the en suite bathroom while you tried to figure out just what happened. It was obvious from how amicably Larry's Staraptor took the blanket from your pokemon that they had some understanding. When had they…? You felt distressed by the apparent breeding that had happened. Larry already had like… twelve pokemon, and you had your own amount. Another was a distressing prospect, yet you barely had time to discuss it with Larry as he called the flying-type into its ball and rushed out the door with his briefcase.

🍙 Your pokemon dutifully took up where his Staraptor had been forced away from, and you could only sit down on the couch and wait until Larry got off to figure out the next steps you were going to take. When he did return that evening, you could tell the day had been rough. His normally slicked back hair was a mess, and there was obvious irritation on his hands. He sent out his Staraptor, who rushed over to the egg. It instantly returned to its brooding, dismissing yours from its carefully observed duties. You both looked at each other in a strange sense of understanding. The egg was staying, whether either of you wanted it to or not.

🍙 Caring for the egg was mostly easy, as the pokemon seemed most interested in doting on it. Still, both of you had your moments with the egg. Your pokemon seemed especially fond of allowing you to hold it and cuddle with it. You wondered what pokemon was inside as you felt the residual warmth from the shell. Larry had a harder time seeing it, as his Staraptor was fiercely protective over it. Yet, it relented to its trainer and allowed him to see it. His nervousness was apparent about it, but he was extremely delicate. Well, until he made a remark about craving omelettes.

🍙 You both watched as his Staraptor stood up suddenly one evening to reveal a confused baby bird tucked underneath it. The Starly chirped pitifully as it gazed at Larry and you. You watched as Larry lifted the pokemon up and met its eyes. A small smile came on his lips. You leaned against him as the pokemon eagerly nuzzled into Larry's hold. His Staraptor and your pokemon watched the exchange carefully. Somehow, you felt like the Starling pokemon was going to grow up fine under the guidance of the double Gym Leader-Elite Four member.

🍙 The baby bird pokemon was very needy, as was expected. Larry's Staraptor had to do unspeakable things to feed it, which you averted your eyes from, but besides that, it almost always wanted to be sitting on you or Larry. Though, you could see the pokemon's preference for the businessman. The sight of the Starly nuzzled up in his lap was a common one. Larry's hand would gently comb through its feathers as he watched television vacantly. Other times, you would have your own bird cuddling time. Though, mostly, it loved to show its developing talents in loudly chirping songs, of which Staraptor joined in often. Your pokemon found time to cuddle with the Starly for a nap.

🍙 This period was a passing one, however. The Starly would soon evolve into a Staravia and thus gained a stronger sense of independence. Its flying became more elegant, and it had long passed the need for Staraptor to feed it. The favouritism towards Larry led to it joining the businessman during his work and even joining in on his battles. You felt strangely lonely without the constant chirping and playing of the little Starly within the apartment. The nest of blankets was cleaned up, and you felt strangely empty.

🍙 “Larry,” you found yourself lying awake one night beside your lover. His eyes opened slowly as he let out a strange groan. You held back a laugh. Staravia was tucked away in one of his many pokeballs now. You nuzzled closer to him, feeling the warmth of his body and the smell of his choice of body wash. “Do you think… Do you think we could start a family…?” you asked quietly, nervous about his response. Larry did not seem to be the type for settling down like that. Despite his moniker of the extraordinary everyman, his home life had been quite uncommon for most men his age.

🍙 An arm came lazily across your waist as he pulled you closer to him. He rested his head atop yours as he yawned. “Sure,” he eventually replied, “If you don't mind having one with me.” You immediately moved to look up at him. Pressing a sweet kiss to his lips, you smiled. Of course, you wanted one with him. The affection was returned as his arm pulled you closer to him. Soon, you would have your own “Starly” with Larry.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ You felt stumped as you stared at your pokemon. An egg was pressed against its body as you pondered just how it possibly obtained one. There was not a chance you had bred it with anything. Your mind raced with many possible reasons, but eventually, you settled on the most logical. One of Cyrus's pokemon must have bred with yours. You sighed. What a mess. Debating the egg group and comparing it to the blue-haired man's choice in a team, you felt oddly confident in it being his Weavile.

☄️ Alerting Cyrus to this change felt strange, especially with how busy he always seemed to be. You honestly had not been expecting a response. But, unexpectedly, he did. He informed you that he had seen his Weavile curled around the egg that morning before he left. Apparently, you were free to do whatever with the egg since he did not really have any strong opinions on it. You found it to be something oddly romantic that yours and his pokemon had created an egg together, so you decided to keep it.

☄️ His arrival home that evening had left him quietly stricken as you slept on the couch with the egg carefully pressed to your chest. Worst of all, his Weavile rushed over to snatch the egg from you and curl around it once more, purring loudly. Cyrus had absolutely no idea how to handle this situation. It seemed both you and his pokemon were keen on doting and caring for this egg. The task seemed needlessly stressful and interrupting, and he wanted no part in it. Still, however, the image of you cuddling the egg remained in his mind.

☄️ Caring for the egg was mostly easy for you, choosing to carry it around and monitor it on your own. It was cool to the touch, but you found yourself all the more desperate to keep it warm. Which, thankfully, you were aided in by Cyrus's Weavile and your own pokemon. Both seemed to be utterly in love with and protective over the egg, which made it feel less stressful upon you. Unfortunately, Cyrus, himself, seemed uninterested in hatching the egg with you. Yet, somehow, the pokemon inside picked a time when both you and he were around to start eviscerating its shell.

☄️ A small Sneasel escaped its casing, moving around pitifully. Soft, desperate whines came from it as you delicately picked it up and presented it to Cyrus. He stood stiffly as the newly hatched pokemon stared at his with a loving expression. When you held it near him, a loud purr erupted from it and startled him. His Weavile and your pokemon rushed over, both lightly headbutting yours and his legs, wanting to see their baby. You could already tell it was going to be interesting raising the sharp claw pokemon.

☄️ As it grew, it proved quite needy and with clear a preference. It loved Cyrus to be the one who served it food, choosing to follow him around whining and clawing at his legs until he broke down and gave it what it so demanded. Not to mention how it always seemed to want to be carried by either him or you. There was something special about watching Cyrus's disinterest forced away by the needy kitten. You wanted to grin whenever you saw the Sneasel curled up in his lap while he read through documents on his tablet. Weavile was often nuzzled into his side as well. Your pokemon and you almost felt left out in the intense Cyrus love.

☄️ As the Sneasel grew, however, you could only see it grow more independent. It wanted to play and be alone, not doted on and cuddled. The dark-type wished to go with Cyrus when he left to do whatever his work entailed for the day, leaving you alone in the home. You felt strange over the change. Sure, it had obviously had a preference for the blue-haired man, but you still had plenty of time to dote on the cute kitten. Well, no longer, you supposed. It had really grown into its claws and left the nest. You pondered just why you felt so upset.

☄️ “Cy…” you mumbled out after he came in late from his work. Your arms wrapped around him after he entered the living room and scolded you for waiting up for him. Finally, you realised why you had felt so sad to see the pokemon leave you. Looking up at him pleadingly, you spoke, “I want a baby…” He froze, and his eyes went distant. Had it never crossed his mind? Probably… Cyrus always seemed afraid to get attached to anything. A child would only be viewed as getting in his way. Your heart sank.

☄️ “… I… Do you?” he repeated the question back to you. His hands rested firmly on your shoulders as he pushed you away from him to meet your eyes. “Beloved,” Cyrus's voice was deadly serious, “What as brought this on?” Your explanation left him even more mortified. Everything felt bad. You had upset him. Before you could open your mouth and blurt out an apology, he spoke again, “… Not… now. Soon. We can talk seriously about this soon, I promise.” You felt calmed down by his words. Soon. Soon, hopefully, you could convince him to your side.

#pokemon x reader #ingo x reader #emmet x reader #larry x reader #cyrus x reader #pokemon/reader #ingo/reader #emmet/reader #larry/reader #cyrus/reader #pokemon ingo x reader #pokemon emmet x reader #pokemon larry x reader #pokemon cyrus x reader

[juanarc-thethird]

Rwven hold up test " yang your friend jaune got me pregnant help be find him

Yang holds up test " well mom then we have the same babby daddy

Coco seeing this " ......jaune arc is my hero"

At the Park.

Coco: *Enjoying the scenery while drinking coffee*

In the distance she sees Yang walking. She looks serious and walks like she has to get somewhere as soon as possible.

Coco: (She looks a bit busy)

Suddenly, as Yang walks past her, a woman, just like Yang but with black hair, appears and stops her.

Raven: Yang, we need to talk.

Yang: Oh, after so many years now you want to talk?

Coco: *Excited* (Oh my god! ✨Drama~✨)

Raven: It's important.

Yang: Fine, but make it quick. I'm in the middle of something.

Raven: Ok, I'll get to the point. I need your help to find Jaune.

Yang: Jaune? Since when do you call him by his first name?

Raven: Since he got me pregnant.

Coco: *Chokes on her coffee* (What the fuck?!)

Yang: Oh really? Well, it seems that we share the same baby daddy.

Raven/Coco: What?!/(What?!)

Yang: I see that you not only took my childhood from me, you also want to take my man, huh

Coco: (Oh shit!)

Raven: For your information, he was mine since the party in Vacuo.

Yang: Same with me.

Mother and daughter look into each other's eyes for a moment, and come to a conclusion.

Raven: We should tell him right now.

Yang: I agree. The sooner he finds out, the more time we have to move in with him.

Coco: *Surprise* (Wait what?!)

Raven: *Smiles* Let's go then.

The two leave, leaving Coco in shock at what she just witnessed.

Coco: I didn't think I'd say this but Jaune… you're my fucking hero.

#jaune arc #jaune #rwby jaune arc #rwby jaune #rwby yang xiao long #rwby yang #yang #yang xiao long #rwby raven #rwby raven branwen #raven #raven branwen #rwby coco #coco #coco adel #rwby coco adel #rwby #rwby shitpost #rwby father's day

[fictionalbugreviews]

Lootbugs from Deep Rock Galactic (some kind of grub I think? There is a designated button to pet them)

Loot Bugs (Deep Rock Galactic)

I think this is supposed to be a beetle all things considered,,, cute attention to detail with the clusters of three eyes on each side of the face, but forgot to give this poor babby the sixth leg (as far as i can tell). unless it's got 10 arms (5x5)???? what

some matter of peast. shoutout to this thing. i cannot tell what you are but i hope you get all the pets

RATING: 🐛🐛🐛🐛 (A for Effort)

#bug review #grub #beetle #deep rock galactic

[stardustcatcher]

Pretty Boy

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x Reader

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: SMUT (18+ minors DNI), swearing, needy subby-ish josh, dry humping, praise, fluff, josh being a lil sad (bc that indeed needs a warning), biting? like once, a lot of pet names cause i'm a slut for that, uhh i don't think there's anything else but let me know if i missed anything.

AN: babby posts writing?!? it's a christmas miracle! this has been in my drafts for literally ever but i kinda revised it and decided why the fuck not. idk if i'm really happy with it but i wanted to get something posted and i'm deep in josh land so this is what happened. heavily inspired by the need i have for josh to be in my lap. it's not my best and it's short but i hope you all enjoy it anyway :)

this is also my first time writing in second person and it wasn't as hard as i thought so maybe all my fics will be like that from now on, but with my inconsistency, who knows  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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You were sitting on the couch, glass of wine in hand reading your favorite book for the umpteenth time when you heard the front door slam. The jingling of keys were heard as they were set on the little hook by the door and you peeked over to where your beautiful lover stood, toeing off his shoes with a heavy sigh. Josh looked absolutely drained, hair disheveled, cheeks flushed, and shoulders tight with an unknown tension. Nevertheless, the sight of him made you smile. He’d been so busy recently, putting the finishing touches on the band’s newest album, and it felt like he hadn’t been home in ages. 

Josh trudged over to where you sat on the couch, his lips pursed in a slight pout as he bent down to kiss your forehead, then your nose, and then planted a chaste peck on your lips. “Hey, mama,” he said with a smile, though it didn’t reach his eyes and it seemed forced. 

“Hi, baby. How was work?” you asked, handing him the glass of wine knowing that he could probably use it. He sighed with a roll of his eyes and took a gulp of the red in the glass. 

“Don’t wanna talk about work,” he shook his head, running a hand down his tired face. You nodded, knowing that wasn’t true. Josh always said he didn’t want to talk about what was bothering him, but in fifteen minutes or less, he’d be venting. 

“Okay, we don’t have to talk. But come sit with me, I miss you,” you shut your book, laying it on the coffee table before patting the space beside you. Josh flopped down on the cushion, sinking into the softness before you cuddled up to his side, head on his chest and arm thrown around his waist. His hand made its way into your hair, smoothing it over and pressing his fingers lightly into your scalp. His lips left a kiss on your temple as you listened to the song of his heartbeat, his body heat warming you up. 

“How was your day? Hope it was better than mine,” he whispered, lips on your forehead. 

“Boring without you,” you answered. “I put those shelves up in the bedroom, did the laundry, and cleaned up the kitchen. Just stuff that needed to get done,” you shrugged and felt his chest rumble with a small laugh. 

“What a pretty little homemaker you are,” he chuckled.

“Shut up,” you laughed along with him, shoving his side playfully. “I’m happy you're home.”

“I’m happy to be home,” he replied with a hum. “Today was just not my day. Sam was extra late today and cranky, we found out that one of the takes for a song we recorded was almost completely unusable, Jake was being an ass, I didn’t get to eat lunch, and just to top it all off, I got a fucking flat tire on the way home,” Josh ranted, face becoming redder with each inconvenience he recalled. 

“I’m sorry, my love,” you pouted at him, genuinely upset that he had such a bad day. Josh was the sweetest, kindest man you’d ever met. He deserved nothing but the most wonderful days. “I can’t do much but would a cuddle help?” you asked hopefully, pushing yourself away from him and opening your arms welcomingly. Josh smiled, the first real one you’d seen, his pearly white perfect teeth on display, looking just a little bit happier at the suggestion. 

“A cuddle always helps,” he grinned. You readjusted yourself in your seat, lifting the blanket up with one hand and patting your lap with the other. 

Josh got up before plopping himself down in your lap, straddling you with a leg on the side of each hip. His head burrowed into your neck as you laid the blanket back over the both of you. Your left hand moved to his curls, raking your fingers through them while your right hand slid under the back of his shirt, nails training up and down his spine. He wrapped himself around you like a koala, inhaling the scent of your shampoo and body wash, taking slow deep breaths and calming himself. 

With his incessant need for constant physical touch, you’d found out early in your relationship that this was the ideal position for Josh to get what he needed to ground himself and calm down. Everyone needed to be held sometimes, and he was no exception. His arm tenderly wrapped around your waist as he gave you a squeeze, his breath warm and soothing against your neck. “Is there anything else on your mind, lover?” you asked, leaning your cheek against his head as you continued to rub his back. 

“Just miss you, I guess,” he mumbled into your skin. “Feels like forever since we’ve been like this. Miss holding you, being held by you. Miss your kisses, touching you, loving on you. Just miss you.”

“I miss you too, Josh,” you sighed, feeling tears well in your eyes at the thought of him feeling so starved for attention and affection and love. “But we’re here now, and you’re off for the next few days, aren’t you?”

He nodded, hair tickling your face. “Yeah, wanna spend them just like this,” he hummed, completely and utterly content. 

After a few moments he lifted his head, moving to rest his forehead against yours. His lips gently pressed into yours  and he melted against you even more, your hands moving to hold his hips. Your lips melded together as he poured all his love into you with a kiss that said I love you, I miss you, I need you. 

Josh deepened the kiss as his mouth parted, a tiny high pitched whine escaping his throat. His hands moved from behind you to tug at the bottom of your shirt. “Want it off,” he muttered against your lips. You smiled before pulling back, tugging your shirt off carelessly and tossing it behind you as he did the same with his own. He groaned at the sight of your naked chest and you could feel him grow hard in his pants from where he sat in your lap. “You’re so beautiful, mama,” Josh whispered before reconnecting your lips, his tongue immediately tangling with yours in a sloppy kiss. You swallowed the wanton moans and sighs that left him, gulping them down greedily as his hips began to move against you on their own accord. “Fuck,” he shuddered when his hips caught a particularly good spot.

“Feel good, sweet boy?” you asked, caressing his cheek with your thumb. His face was flushed and his eyes were clazed over with lust and love and pleasure. “It’s been so long, you must be real pent up, huh?”

“Yeah,” his breath hitched and eyes clenched shut as he ground his covered c ock against your lower stomach. “I had plans, y’know. Soon as I got home, was gonna make you cum on my tongue, then my fingers. Then I was going to fuck you, slow and sweet, just like you deserve.”

“We can still do all that, baby,” you kissed his neck, sucking and biting in all the places you knew drove him crazy. “But you deserve this, and you look so fucking pretty like this, Joshua.”

He keened high in his throat, the noise needy as his hands grappled at your sides, squeezing the soft flesh. “Say that again, please?”

“You like being called pretty, baby?” you whispered into his ear as his head dropped to your shoulder, his hips grinding faster against you now. “You wanna be my pretty good boy?”

“Yes,” he groaned, biting lightly at the junction of your neck and shoulder. “Gonna be so good for you, promise.”

“You already are, baby,” you said, and he was. Josh was the prettiest thing you’d ever seen, all the time. When he was on stage performing for thousands, when he was concentrating with his tongue poking between his lips, when he was sitting as still as he possibly could while getting his rhinestones applied, but he was especially pretty like this when he was sat on your lap, grinding his hips back and forth feverishly chasing that high that was building in the pit of his stomach. You kissed his bare shoulder, loving the feeling of his naked chest pressed against yours, how his hips rutted into you without care, how his neck and chest and ears were all blushed pretty pink. Your hands held his hips firmly, helping guide his movements, to grind him down on you just a little bit harder. “You’re always so good for me, Josh. So good to me. No one has ever loved me like you do, cared for me like you do, fucked me like to do, made me cum like you do. My best boy, the sweetest boy in the world, and you’re all mine. Aren’t you?”

“All yours, all fucking yours,” he gasped and lifted his head and threw it back, an expression of pure bliss etched onto his god-like face. 

“God, I’m the luckiest woman in the world. Do you know how many people would kill to see you like this and I get it all the time, anytime I want,” you mouthed at his collar bones and moved one hand from his hip to cup the bulge in his pants. “You’re so hard, pretty boy. This must hurt. You wanna cum?”

“So bad,” he nodded, his back arching while he ground into the palm of your hand. You could almost feel him throb through his pants. 

“Go ahead, cum for me,” you leaned up to capture his lips once more. “Just like this. I wanna see it.”

“But my pants,” he whined but didn’t stop or slow his movements. 

“I don’t care, and I don’t think you do either. Now c’mon, make a mess, pretty boy.”

A broken moan clawed from the deep within his chest as his hips stuttered against you and a warm wet spot blossomed on the front of his pants, darkening the fabric. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he cried before slowing the movement of his hips gradually, riding out his high. 

When it finally died down, he slumped forward and pressed a row of kisses across your shoulder, breaths coming out in heavy pants. “Feel better?” you asked, hand tangling in his hair once more. 

“So much,” he smiled with an airy, fucked out giggle. “Thank you, darling. I needed that so bad, you have no idea.”

“Anything for my pretty boy,” you ran a hand over his warm face before tapping his hip. “Now get up and I’ll run us a bath, then we can order-in dinner. How does that sound?”

“Like heaven.”

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[pablitogaviobsessed]

Can you do one of gavi and rich reader broke up and one day they are at the same restaurant him w his teammates and their s/o and his family and reader is there with her family and the guys family she’s getting a arrange marriage with and gavi seem to notice because of a big rig on your promise finger where she had his ring and he couldn’t bare to see her getting married with someone else (but can one of the people he’s with point it out) so when she went to the bathroom he followed her and tried to convince her and at the end her brothers are happy because they new their babby sis was unhappy?

This is kinda challenged me. I rewrote it many times because I didn't like this, I didn't like that, this wasn't good, that wasn't good, but now it's done and I hope you will like it.

English is still not my first language, thanks for understanding. <3

warnings: a little cursing

Promise

It was 8 months since you and Pablo broke up. You were the one who said that you want to broke up because you fell out of love. It wasn't true at all but you didn't want to tell the real reason why the two of you had to broke up. Or I would say, you mustn't told the real reason.

It was a Saturday night when you and your family and your future husband's family were having a dinner, while your ex boyfriend and his team his family were also having a dinner at the same time in the same restaurant. You noticed Gavi a while ago but you tried to ignore him. You would lie if you said that you didn't love him anymore. You still loved him. Gavi also noticed you like everyone at that table. He still loved you more than anything, but you thought that he definitely moved on and found somebody else. After all, he was Pablo Gavi, every single girl was in love with him.

Both of you were there for 30 minutes. Gavi was still starring at you. That red dress was so beautiful on you. You haven't changed anything. Your smile, your hair, your body everything were the same. It brought him back so much memories. When the two of you went on a date, just cuddled and watched some films at nights, when you were at the Camp Nou supporting him at his match and in if they won the match the celebrations were the best. Those nights were about just the two of you. While he was thinking about those memories he saw something on your finger. A ring. It was a promise ring. For a moment he thought that it was his ring which he gave you, but it was completely different. He still remembers the night when he gave it to you and you promised him that you will always be there for him, you will always love him no matter what. He thought for a moment that you actually cheated on him, but both of you were brutally honest with each other, so you would definitely tell him if it was the truth. He was so furious. You left him just beacuse of that guy. You broke your promise just because of that guy. He doesn't even looked better than him. Pedri also noticed the ring. He was just looking at you for a moment but it caught his eyes.

"Isn't that a promise ring on her finger?" Pedri asked.

"It is. But it's not mine. The guy gave it to him. That fucking asshole. He completely stole my girl. My future wife." now he was really furious.

"You really can't deal with the fact that she's getting married with somebody else." Ansu looked at him. "Please Gavi, get over her. I don't want to say this but if she's wearing HIS ring she's not gonna come back to you. And there are so much girls in the world."

"Why did you highlighted the "his" word?" You really think that he's treating my girl better than I did?" he almost shouted and it caught some people's attention.

"Gavi calm down or at least don't shout in the middle of the restaurant." Pedri grabbed Gavi's shoulder.

"Whatever..." Gavi muttered.

"You know who is he?" Ansu asked Gavi.

"Ansu please don't make him more angry." Pedri said but they totally ingored him.

"He's some kid of a fucking rich family. Like, fucking rich. And the guy's parents are in a good realtionship with Y/N's parents. It's a kind of arranged marriage. But I'm not sure. Maybe they are really in love with each other." Ansu looked at the two of you.

"No, they're not." Gavi stated in the strongest possible terms. Now he knew why did you break up with him.

Your family and you future husband's family were having a great time. They were talking about some rich people shit like what kind of jacht they have, how much they make in a day, luxury cars ect... You were getting tired of this. It was really boring for you. You remembered when you were with Gavi, you never had to listen to these kind of conversations. Everything was so much better.

"I'm sorry I have to use the bathroom. I'll be back in a few moments." you stood up from the table and headed to the bathroom. Actually you didn't need to use it, you were just so fed up with them.

It took you 5 minutes to pick yourself up and head back to the table. Or you just wanted to head back because when you opened the door Gavi was standing in front of you.

"You still love me." Gavi stated.

"What? What are you doing here?" that was all you could say.

"Why the fuck did you break up with me when you still love me?" he asked but you didn't answer. Instead of, you started to go back to your table but he grabbed you wrist and pulled you close to him. "Answer me." he looked into you eyes. "Please Y/N, tell me. Why did you break up with me?" you looked down. You could even look into his beautiful eyes. You didn't deserve it. Not after you lied to him. He lifted your head up, so you can look into those eyes again. Those beautiful eyes that were full with anger, curiousity, sadness and love. You owed him enough to tell the truth.

"I broke up with you because I had to. That guy's family and mine are really close to each other and they want us to get married. It's like an arranged marriage." you can't help yourself. You let your tears out. It hurt you. But especially it hurt Gavi.

"Why didn't you tell me this at the beginning?" he also let is tears run down on his face. "We could've solve it. Like we promised to each other. We always be there for each other no matter what."

"No we couldn't Gavi, believe me. I had no choice. Those people would send your career to death if I stayed with you. I don't wanted to ruin your dreams." you looked down again completely crying. He lift your head again.

"Don't call me Gavi, please." he wiped your tears away. "You know, if a relationship with you means giving up football, I'll fucking do it." your eyes widened.

"No please, don't say that. You worked so hard to get there where you are." you wiped his tears away. "Don't give up football just because of me. Please." now you hands were around his neck and his on your waist.

"I want to be with you. I want to live my life with you. We both love each other. We need to be together again. I don't want any of us to suffer. You deserve the best princesa, but this is not even good enough for you. You deserve a relationship where you loved and I gave love to you. Maybe you have a lot of money, luxury cars even a jacht in you current relationship, but you never gonna be loved by him. He didn't even give you a hug or a kiss since you are here. He didn't even hold you hand for a second. He doesn't treat you well. Please, let us be again. I would do anything to be with you again." there was just inches between the two of you.

"I want us to be together again, too. But I'm afraid of what they can do to you." you said stroking the back of his head.

"I don't care Y/N! I just want to be with you. I miss you. I miss us." and then he gave in. He couldn't bear not to kiss you. You kissed him back. You missed him so much. You missed his touch, his kisses, his cuddles.

"Y/N are you okay? It's been 15 min-" your brother interrupted the kiss.

"What the hell are you doing?" you pulled away from Gavi.

"I could ask the same question hermana." he looked at Gavi. "Look, I know you still love him. I should be the perfect child and say that you can't do this, but I can't see you suffer anymore. You clearly not happy with that guy." he sighted "I will help for the two fo you, okay? I will cover you hermana and I will take care of this "marriage". I want the best for you. But Gavi you have to promise me one thing." he looked at him. "Don't make a scene. I don't care what is happening don't make a scene okay?" he looked at him with his death stare.

"If it means that I can be with her again then fine. I promise. I'm not gonna make any kind of scene." he promised.

"Let's go Y/N. They're worried a bit." he pointed behind him.

"Okay but first you go." you looked at your brother.

"Okay, okay, I get it. But hurry." he went back to the tables. You instatnly hugged Gavi.

"Don't worry Pablo, we can be together soon. Just really, don't make a scene. Don't break this promise." you looked deep into his eyes. "Although it's funny I should say that when I was the first to break our promise." you laughed a bit.

"You didn't break any promise. You promised that you will love me forever and you still love me." he put a lock of your hair behind your ear.

"Yeah, that's true." you giggled. "I really have to go now before they find us." you pointed.

"But before you go promise me one more thing." he touched your ring. "One day, you take this ring off your finger, put on mine and call me your husband. Promise?" he took of the ring.

"Promise." you kissed him. "Te quiero mucho, mi amor."

"Yo también te quiero mucho princesa." Gavi said. You gave him a last kiss and you went back to the table knowing that it wasn't your last kiss with him.

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[marymary-diva17]

Loved and wanted

female spider

After the humans had been sent back to their dying world, the navi and remaining human had gotten back to rebuilding their lives. There were some stuff that they didn't expect to come across during their exception of the RDA military base. No one their wildest mind though they will come across a sleep baby girl in the quarters of paz Socorro, but many more secrets will be realized about the

Jake " she so adorable"

norm " she is she kinda of reminds me of paz bu her hair color and eyes" a group of adults were looking at the baby girl laying in crib that had been found for her.

neytiri " I never knew the sky people had children among them"

mo'at " yes grace had told us about human children and babbies but I never thought I will see one" mo'at had reach out one of her fingers towards the baby girl, who took touched her finger and smiled.

tsu'tey " she so mall but mighty as well"

neytiri " what has become of the baby girl parents are they here with us" the room had fallen silent after neytiri questions, many death of those who were close to them still affect everyone. Neytiri looked at the baby girl as she smiled looking around the room.

norm " well we all know of her mother she was one of the few military that fought for us"

tsu'tey " was"

norm " her mother name was paz Socorro she was close to us scientists and treated us fairly but she dead, leaving the girl alone in the world"

mo'at " poor child to lose a mother at such a young age what of her father, has the man not stepped up"

Jake " her father was killed in the war he fought for the rda"

neytiri " who was this man anyways" norm soon showed a picture of quairitch the man who was well know by face and voice by all navi.

tsu'tey " that demon is this child father that can't be"

Scientist " it true we ran many test and it came out positive for him, that her dad"

neytiri " why would a women love him he was cruel"

Jake " none of us know why paz had fallen in love with him and had a child with him, but we all know he wasn't that much in her life and had paz sent towards us .... it seems like he wanted the baby girl out of his view"

mo'at " such a innocent child hated by one parent for no good reason"

tsu'tey " what is going to become of her now"

norm " well we can't send her back it not safe for her and she has no family left on earth"

Jake " the scientist have planned on keeping her here and raising her, as this planet is her home she was born here"

neytiri " mother"

mo'at " she is a child of eywa my daughter even due she human she belong here, the great mother welcome all her children" mo'at soon picked up the baby and smile at the little girl.

tsu'tey " dose she have a name"

norm " yes she called myla Socorro or to you guys she will be called myla daughter of paz Socorro"

neytiri " well hello there mlya it so nice to meet you"

Jake " well it seems like it official she staying here on Pandora, we can deal with the rest when the times comes" everyone seem to agree on that, the humans were going to raise this child well and with love. When the time came they will finally tell her about her father, as she will need to know the truth once she old enough to understand.

years later

myla " hahah" a small child myla was running in the human base barefoot once again, as norm was chasing after her once again.

norm " get back here young lady shoes are not that bad"

myla " no" the human have been trying shoes with myla with not use, well she did wear some footwear like sandals but not close toe shoes. The girl had spent most of her time being raised by navi and human, that she had loved walked barefoot that times.

norm " oh come on they are not that bad"

myla " no" myla was running trying to get away from norm as she didn't feel like wearing shoes, as she was racing she soon felt someone grab her.

tsu'tey " there you are wild child"

myla " tsu'tey" tsu'tey and Jake had came for visit and her the whole situation that was unfolded.

Jake " it seems like you are giving norm a run for his money"

norm " haha very funny Jake I blame you all she has gotten faster because of the navi training she was given, now it hard to keep up as she getting smarter each day"

max " hey at leasts he keeps us fit and healthy"

myla " yeah" myla was clapping her hands and laughing as she looked at the adults around her.

max " what do you know so an early visit you both were not scheduled to come until later on"

Jake " well we had some free time and were going to come later but ...."

????? " myla" soon the sound of banning on the window had gotten everyone attention, as everyone soon saw three navi kids standing there.

Jake " they wish to come see myla right away and we not taking a no" myla eyes light up when she saw her friends and race to the door to go outside with them.

Scientist 2 " hold your horse young lady you need mask remember" one of the scientists had grabbed myla mask and myla had soon taken it and put in on.

norm " have it on correctly"

myla " yes"

lo'ak " myle come play with us"

myla " coming"

kiro " we have something cool to show you"

Jake " she coming boys slow down she need her mask" the three boys nod their heads. Myla was soon ready for a new day of play and adventure.

max " remember the rules"

myle " stay close to home and the home tree and don't go near the battle field"

max " good and what else"

myla " see anything strange call for help and don't touch"

max " okay you can go" myla soon opened the door and face outside to join her three friends, and they all soon took off running. The adults soon smiled as they watched the kids have fun and chase flying lizards around.

Present time

myla " ........."

mo'at " you are doing well my child"when myla had become a teen mo'at had started teaching her some of the healers way, seeing that the girl had a talent with healing and kindhearted.

myla " thank you"

kiro " wow myla you are really great with identifying herbs"

myla " thank you I had been doing extra work by collect some data for norm and the others"

kiro " wow" myla had been see as when of the people from a very young age, and had earned the respect of the clan. The girl was shocked that she was still allowed to come near the clan after, finding out about him.

mo'at " what wrong my child"

myla " last night norm had called me for a family talk, Jake was there along with max and tsu'tey they said they need to discharge something relate to me"

kiro " oh did you find out about your dad"

myla " yes he was the leader of the military and was the one who destroyed the first home tree he killed so many, they told me about him ..... now I wonder if I will still be allowed to stay here"

kiro " well if you leave then I will leave as well"

mo'at " no rushing children myla since I saw you when you were a baby I could tell, that you are pure and heart nothing like that man you call father ... you are far from him you will never become like him"

myla " thank you"

kiro " see maya you are love by everyone and we are here to keep you safe"

myla " thank you kiro"

kiro " if you leave me here then I will be stuck with lo'ak as a friend, and then I will be bored out of my mind" myla soon laughs at Kiro words, as mo'at had soon shacked her head. Later that night myla was sitting with norm and max having dinner, she knew that she love by everyone and cared for but she still worried how long this happens will stay.

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[darkdemeter]

WOLF AT YOUR DOOR: CAN'T LOSE YOU SO SOON

The DARK DEMETER WRITING CATALOGUE, WANDA MAXIMOFF COLUMN (ONESHOT) #3 —

—- not my gifs, credit to original posters! -—

Wanda Maximoff x Werewolf! GN/Female/Male Reader

A/N — Babbies okay, I was tearing up when writing this piece, I just have this weird love for writing shit like this. I hope you enjoy it, maybe get yourselves some tissues, and let the story come... full circle.

WORD COUNT — 2.5k

READER DISCRETION — A lot of angst — hurt and hurt/comfort — bit of a backstory filler mostly — pregnant Wanda gets very emotional — depictions of trauma, grief, loss and structure destruction — usage of mates and mention of the bond's ability I think that's it?

PREVIOUS COLUMNS WOLF AT YOUR DOOR WOLF AT YOUR DOOR Pt. 2

SUMMARY — You've always been a fighter. It's familiar to you, you know how to handle it. Because you had nothing to lose. Until recently. With Wanda due any moment now, it's put your fighting on the edge. So when a mission goes horribly wrong, it's decided what must be done next...

She knew it would be dangerous. But that never once stopped you from facing the threat head on. Stupidly brave, and insanely headstrong. Yearning for the fight, for the chance to do the thing you always believed you were only good at. 

She had pulled you aside after the briefing for the emergency meeting, hand anxiously running over her swollen belly and eyes tearfully full. 

“Don’t.” Her one worded plea is only met with a chaste kiss to her forehead. 

“It’ll be okay. I’ll be back soon enough.”

So stupidly brave. Ignorant and brave. Rugged in your feverish itch to join the fight. Fury amongst everyone else knew she is due any day now. And still, they send you away into the arms of danger, as if you have nothing to lose.

As if she has nothing to lose. 

She watches as you turn your back to her - on her - and storm down the corridor, joining your assigned comrades to prepare for combat. She sees you join them on the quinjet and take off at lightning speed, towards the reported chaos. A threat that devastates New York, with many civilians, innocent in their parts to play, are in need of you. 

But Wanda needs you too. 

She paces around the briefing room, the projector casting the events at this current time. Her hands cup her swell, the looming pressure of anxiety claws at her insides, troubling her and her pups that have become riled in the womb. 

She does her best to soothe them to no avail. They’re able to feel the way her body is constricted in her worry. 

Worry that becomes sheer terror in the blank of an eye. The damage reminds her of Sokovia. Destruction leaves many in a state of grief and uncertainty. Her heart goes out to them, truly it does. But the tears she sheds aren’t for them.

They're for you. 

You’d become separated from your team in the midst of the chaos. The fight in which gets your blood pumping hard and a vent for the pent up rage. Cameras catch it all, your shifted form pelted from the rooftop of an eighty story building like nothing, your body flies far until your back collides into the neighbouring tower. 

However, your opponent doesn’t leave you to fall to your demise below. Not that you’d give yourself that chance, your body falling a few stories before your claws find purchase on a lucky ridge that catches you. 

Your opponent launches forward and with a cloud of dust and debris, you’re sent falling through the wall and downwards, the building collapsing in around you. 

Fury stands beside Wanda, hands pressed firm behind his back and shoulders stiff. Natasha reaches Wanda who cries out, she cries your name, prayers and pleas to not lose you so soon. 

Pain blooms in her body and she fears the stress has induced her labour. The catastrophe not only claiming you but also the life of her pups. 

The building still crumbles in, thick and towering clouds darken out the sun. 

“We’re on our way, Y/N. Hold tight. Y/N? Y/N, do you copy?” The dispatched team’s frequency seems to echo throughout the briefing room. Natasha holds Wanda tightly in her arms, cradling her sobbing body that shivers with peach painful wave consuming her body, mind and mated soul.

“Please! Please, someone, help them!” she screams until her voice is shredded and strained by grief. “Don’t leave me, Y/N! Please! Don’t leave us!”

Your teammates work hard to sift through the wreckage. People are screaming, their voices cutting through the feed. Tony, Thor and Peter begin to pull chunks of debris aside, shoving, pushing deeper into the fallen building.

Steve comes into view next to aid in the recovery; the daunting realisation that it may very well be for your body. 

Wanda’s eyes cloud with her tears, she wipes them clear only for more to blur her vision. She can’t see the feed. She doesn’t want to. But she needs to. She knew something would go awry. She felt it. Something in the bond told her to warn you, to keep you out of danger’s way, but your headstrong attitude wouldn’t allow you. 

Did you think yourself invincible? She always found you had such a complex. That you can shake whatever it is off without a hitch. All she can do is pray that they retrieve you. She cannot bear the thought of—

“We need immediate medical attention. Y/N is down, and bad. We… shit, hold on, Kid. Hang in there. Fury, send an emergency medic!” Tony’s voice is sharpened by panic. 

After another moment, Steve, Peter and Tony drag you out from the clouds of dust, your body brings a shrill cry from Wanda’s throat. She can taste the blood on her tongue. 

“I’m sorry.” That’s all Fury says. All he could say. Scarlet red glares at his turned back, shrouding over the cool green of Wanda’s hues. Natasha’s own eyes mist over with tears. Her hand presses onto Wanda’s, the panicked kicking doesn’t cease for a moment. 

Banner and Helen work in record time. The moment you were carted back to the compound, medical attention was on you. Natasha, Bucky and Loki had to hold her back, her body moving to run to you. 

Nobody answered her questions which only fuel her more with dreaded doubt of your survival.

You can’t leave her so soon. You just can’t… you were mates, you and her. She needs you. 

Your body is torn between human and wolf as the cells of your body try to recuperate from the inflicted trauma and heal your wounds. 

With gloved hands, Banner plucks the remnants of your shock collar off, a low whine escapes you. The smell of burnt flesh stings their noses. 

“This is…”

It’s been a few hours now before anyone could see you. All huddled together outside the room, Banner and Helen finally come out. Immediately they’re pounced on with questions regarding your health.

Banner, however much he wanted to address their concerns, his eyes turn to Wanda. She was the priority right now. 

“Are they dead?” The ring of her Sokovian tongue is prominent in her question that quivers unevenly. 

Banner’s head bows down, bottom teeth pulling over his top lip, he pushes the door open. 

“No. They’ve asked to see you. There were a few… complications during the procedure. Helen and I believe it may be for the best to prepare for the worst.”

Wanda would not hear anymore of it. She pushes past Banner, ignoring the tearful eyes that follow her in pity. She shuts the door behind herself, leaving you both to the near silence devices of your intertwining presences. The faint beep of the machine monitoring sounds slow with each high pitched mark of your heartbeat. 

Wanda approaches your side, your body now complacent in its human skin. A vast majority of your body is patched up with bandages and bruised skin, your face mostly stitched and also bruised. 

What concerns her amongst all these things is the thick layer of gauze wrapped around your neck.

Your eyes pry open to catch a glimpse of your visitor, your expectations confirmed when your fingers curl Wanda’s hand into your hold. 

“Mate,” you sigh softly. It’s a dead giveaway that your breath is at a near loss with how little your chest rises. 

“How could you?” she seethes, streaks of tears lining her cheeks, “you fucking— you almost left us behind!”

“I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be sorry. Be safe. Be loyal!” She pauses in the middle of her coiling anger. She uses her sleeve to wipe her stuffy nose and eyes. “Be with us. Stop… please, stop fighting like this. You’re not alone anymore. You have something to lose now.”

Her words take their sweet time to sink in. The fight is all you know. From a young age, you were trained to kill, to fight. To put away so many years of battle isn’t easy. Years of field trauma tend to stay well over their welcome. It becomes a dark piece in the puzzle of your soul, your identity. But she is right. You never had anything to lose before her. You could go running into a blaze of silver gunfire and not give a single thought to the outcome that was your survival. 

There once was a time that nothing had you bound to keep living. But now you do. You have a family. Your family. 

“I agree.” Wanda’s eyes find yours, a short gasp in her next breath. Your hand curls tighter. “I’m scared, Y/N…”

Your brows screw into a confused pinch. “Why?”

“Because Banner says that I have to expect the worst. That because of complications— y-you may…”

“Oh, Banner is full of shit. I’m not going anywhere. I’m not leaving you - any of you - alone.” Your hand flattens over her bump that instantly comes to life upon your touch. Wanda offers a smile, saddened by the thought that this may very well be the last time your hand graces her pregnant belly. The last time you may have on this earth with her and your pups. The lives you both created together from a night of pent up attraction. Of once denied love. 

She sidles up beside you and her arms carefully move to hold you. Perhaps for the final time. “You were so sure before the mission. I’m sorry, my love, but you can’t be so sure now either.”

You growl lowly under your breath, pulling her tight against you, disregarding the rapid climb of the monitor, the ache of your wounds and the traumatic burning ring around your neck. None of that means shit to you. 

All that matters to you is Wanda and your pups. Your family. 

“Yes I can.”

The day is lifeless without sunlight. Only grey clouds form the sky with a sprinkling of rain. Her eyes are drowned by tears, she’s been crying for days now, the decision clear and made. The pup curled to her breast, adorned in a bright yellow suit, coos in protest when her tiny nose is dotted by light droplets of rain. 

Wanda breathes through her nose, uttering a quiet apology as she then wipes her pup’s nose. 

Her eyes stare down towards the grassy plot at her feet. The stone tablet is brand new, the gilded, reflective plate etched with the honourable title and name of one who was lost. Those of the team, the Avengers, gathered together in a dark palette of mourning. 

Natasha is held tightly to Steve’s chest as she weeps. Each to their own shed their tears, their condolences for her. Wanda has grown tired of the tears. 

“Y…” She cannot even bring herself to say the name. To bring any sense of comfort. To say a few words of gratitude for the buried. 

In her weakening resolve, she feels a hand on the small of her back. Your hand. Her eyes move from the headstone to your eyes, also brimmed red with tears. 

You were stupidly strong. Not a single tear would ever leave a watery streak down the contours of your visage. Until today. 

You turn to those who you work alongside with. Your own arms cradling the other three pups. 

“Yelena Belova was an integral member of the Avengers team. She was never afraid of anything. Many times, she’s thrown herself in the fray for our sake. In fact, I believe some of us wouldn’t be here today, if not for her…”

Your eyes fall to the faces of your pups, their eyes slowly blinking up at you. You sigh heavily with the burden of your sincere words, hardened by the loss, hardened by the resolve that Natasha lost someone dear to her. 

Yelena had saved you countless times. Watched your back when you couldn’t watch it yourself. You doubt yourself among the living had she’d never done so. She’s the reason you’re still alive. The reason you have a family. 

“We will honour Yelena’s legacy and memory. She will always be a part of this team. A part of us. Forever.” 

The final pup whines, kicking her little legs about as you lower her into the makeshift nest. You’d been kept busy, using what materials you could to create a crib big enough for your four pups, then padding it beyond the realm of comfort. She snuggles into her siblings, each of them looping their legs or arms around one another. 

You huff quietly, nose nuzzling each of them in a bid of good night, their soft coos assuring you they are safe and well in their slumber. “We can’t stay here anymore. I cannot bear the thought of burying you too soon.”

“I know, Mate,” you agree, tone heavy in your post-grief. You walk to her and sit alongside the edge of the bed. After the funeral and tending to the pups, Wanda showered quickly and dressed down into one of your large shirts, even being clean, it smelt of you. 

A comfort she thought would be the only thing she’d have left of you. 

“You mean far too much to me. The thought of losing you, I just— I can’t—”

“I know.”

You pull yourself towards her now and pull her into your front. Still her eyes are glassy. Truly, you’ve pushed her beyond her breaking point and it saddens you deeply that you allowed your bravery and hotheadedness to blind you to the bond. 

You felt it too. The remnants of Mother Nature yourself, a connection you’d long forgotten, tugged at you with staggering might. A warning that you were in great danger. You had blatantly ignored it. 

You threatened the tie of the bond with your stupidity. And now you have to pay the price for it. That’s why you decided together what was best for your family. 

“It’s a place called Sanctuary. An… old reserve. Deep in a valley far away from all this. We can settle there, build there. Together.”

Her hand is delicate against the line of your jaw, her plump lips meet yours in a soft kiss. You purr softly and cradle the nape of her neck, deepening the kiss. 

When you finally pull away from her lips, you grace her with a tender smile, eyes filled with love. Pure adoration and love. A sight she never thought she’d see grace your haunted gaze. 

“And… this can be our first step.”

Your hand fumbles around for a moment until you finally succeed in retrieving whatever it was you’re searching for. Wanda’s eyes shift down as gold slides over the slender bend of her finger. Her mouth falls agape and she turns her eyes back to you. 

“Marry me?”

Your fingers run over the scarring. The ring of skin around your neck is still marred in its process to heal. For how much longer is undetermined but the pain tied to it left you no choice but to resign yourself to the wilds of home. 

Your reflection in the picture frame casts a glaring glimpse of the fight you’ve now retired from. You’ve far too much to lose now. Loneliness once allowed you to be so reckless. But not anymore. 

In that picture frame is the reflection of someone who did the right thing for their family. Someone who resigned from the fight they once danced so well before it claimed their life. Before it robbed you and Wanda of being an ‘us’.

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Lalna looked exactly how he had before. Well, how he had looked before when he was six, twenty-or-so years ago. Big for his age with frizzy, unbrushed blonde hair and excited eyes. He chattered incessantly.

“It’s okay! This is Honeydew, he’s my friend. He’s weird, but he’s nice,” Lalna said as he crouched by the desk. A dim blue glow poured through the crevice.

“Xephos!” Honeydew realized in relief. Xephos looked up at him from his spot under the desk. He narrowed his eyes in shock and suspicion at being recognized.

Lalna scrunched his nose. “Ze-ffos? That’s a funny name.”

“Don’t be rude, Lalna,” Honeydew chastised instinctively in the same way he would when Lalna was younger. And still oftentimes now, if he was honest.

“Sorry, Honeydew,” Lalna chimed back. He looked back under the desk. “C’mon! It’s okay,” he said. Slowly the smaller figure crept out from under the desk.

Honeydew blinked. Unlike Lalna, he hadn’t known Xephos as a child, but this was unmistakably Xephos. Twig-like limbs and tan skin splashed with glowing freckles. His downy dark hair stuck up without any product in it. He eyed Honeydew in the same cautious manner he had all those years ago when he’d first crashed on Minecraftia.

Lalna put his pudgy hand in Xephos’ and tugged him forward. “See? He’s nice.”

Xephos looked at Lalna and said something in his native language that Honeydew didn’t recognize.

Lalna sighed impatiently. “I told you, I don’t know what that means.” He looked at Honeydew. “I don’t think he’s Minecraftian. He doesn’t speak Common, that’s for sure.”

Honeydew grimaced. No shit, he thought to himself. That was going to make this very complicated.

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