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giantkillerjack · 1 year

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Y'ALL last night i spent a total of 2 minutes tops on my appearance and then went to a lesbian bar full of attractive people anyway, got up onstage during an event about sharing stories of queer joy, openly wept almost the entire time I was up there, and I STILL managed to give a good performance and come away feeling charming!

And THEN a troupe of improv actors and a pianist put on a short and very sweet sketch based on what I had said about the joy of seeing elder Trans folk in public as a disabled Trans person.

And I hope the queer elder I saw there really felt that love especially. I felt the troupe's performance really did me justice, and it was so beautiful.

But also, y'all, I was still able to crack jokes that got the whole room laughing WHILE I WAS CRYING!!! - A skill I'm just realizing I probably polished while I was in intensive group trauma therapy lol. Shout out to all my fellow IOP/PHP buckaroos in the chat!

and the best part about this little performance of mine? My most favorite-est proudest little detail?

It was easy. It was EASY!?!?!? IT WAS EASY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As in, the words I wanted came so naturally that I was able to deliver them with excellent timing on split-second judgment!!!!

Do you know what that means to me??? Oh I am so proud of this little Jack here! He who worked so so hard for a thing like that! I worked so much and for so long, and I shall - no, I MUST - celebrate the precious joy and pride of having achieved this childhood dream!

Oh to tell Younger Jack that he would be able to do such a thing one day! That sweet anxious confused child would feel such relief just to know it can be done! What a wonderful victory! It felt so good!

Life is fucking hard and dreams can come and go, but I can say that in this way at least I have become the kind of person I always dreamed I would be. ❤

AND I know that if I had rolled low on my charisma throw [i.e. made a social mistake] - which I have done, often do, and SHALL AGAIN [see profile picture] - I could have brushed it off with the ease of an old actor who knows that performance has only ever been the business of consensually making oneself look like a fool!

.... Or perhaps I would have processed my mistake with the knowledge of a fellow who has been to enough poetry slams to know that a kind and loving audience in a vulnerable safe space generally just responds to a performer's nervousness/awkwardness/difficulty communicating by rooting for them! I knew I was in a space where people wanted to see me do well, and that helped a lot. Bless those people for making that space. ❤❤❤

This post is not focused on my many MANY grateful and loving emotions about elder queers because, as I may have mentioned, I've sort of already expressed a lot of feelings about that for one 24-hour period. 😅

#original #diary #queer joy #autistic joy #I have infinite thoughts on how my social skills are deeply autistic and also deeply good #and how people who have difficulty communicating deserve just as much love and respect as everyone else.#but I've already made posts about that and I'll make some more later #this post is about celebrating something hard-won and deeply precious to me. both as a stage performer and as a social person.#something something social skills are like learning to play video games something something muscle memory #oh man I just felt my sleeping meds hit like two tags ago #okay. goodnight. i wish good things for you. I wish you warm evenings where people you love call you friend and the air is sweet ❤#- i wrote those tags last night lol #my point stands tho.#I think a lot about how the best way for me to get into the habit of feeling pride over my accomplishments is to do so intentionally #and often repeatedly publicly and loudly. I spent enough of my life in shame. now it's my turn to brag for the rest of my life!!!#and also to lift up my friends and loved ones and community as much as possible!

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strawberries-and-racing · 6 months

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his hands - ln04 fluff

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

requested prompt: "you're hand is so big"

summary: lando taking care of you after a rough night out, special appearance from landos impossibly sexy hands

warnings: implied smoking and alcohol use, other than that just fluff ❤

a/n: im so worried this turned out a bit cringey. also guys please dont use makeup wipes irl they destroy your skin but i used them in this fic for the romantic moment🙏also sorry its so short!!

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the key turned in the door with a click. you stumbled into the apartment, clutching onto lando. he helped you onto the bed, you were barely awake.

"okay let's get you cleaned up." he whispers. his voice was so smooth and it resonated in your core.

you groan, curling up on the bed, unable to respond. you're head is pounding and your body is exhausted. your joints are aching. you let your eyes slip shut, feeling the nicotine and alcohol still lazily flowing through your system.

your hair was a mess and your mascara smudged under your eyes. you were a wreck, but the night with lando was well worth it. and seeing him in that black button up was the cherry on top.

you heard his footsteps returning from the bathroom but the exhaustion keeps your eyes closed. you feel something cold running over your face, you flinch a little, opening your eyes.

"what are you doing?' you mumble, looking up at him. he's kneeling beside you, makeup wipe in hand.

he doesn't answer, just smiles abd shakes his head. he kisses your cheek and returns to the bathroom.

if you'd been sober, the sweet action would have made your heart throb, but sleep was clouding your mind.

he comes back to the bedroom, foot steps soft against the floor. he lays down next to you and you groggily roll over to face him.even in your semi-conscious state, his green eyes make you smile. "you wanna change clothes?" he asks

"mm mm" you shake your head, frowning. you just wanted to sleep.

"ok", he says, as his hand comes around you and he laces your fingers with his.

"hmmm" you hum, almost giggling.

"what is it," he says.

"you're hands are big", you murmur

"i guess so", lando laughs, you didnt see him blush in the darkness.

you trace the veins of his hand, his fingers, up his arm. you touch his rings. admiring.

"and sexy too" you say softly, slurring your words a little.

he swallows, he knew you wouldn't remember this in the morning.

"i like when you wear those rings," you continue, he doesn't know how to respond.

"your arms are sexy too." you voice was so sleepy, so innocent. you shift, pressing your face into the pillow.

"goodnight," you sigh, letting go of his hand.

"goodnight y/n." lando whispers, pressing a warm kiss to the top of your head. butterflies fluttered in his stomach, he can't help but smile.

as lando has predicted, you didnt remember what you'd said in the morning. regardless, he made it a point to wear his rings every day, and to roll up his sleeves, just to see your little blush and lingering gaze.

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#f1 #f1 x reader #f1 imagines #prompts #request #lando #norris #LN04 #lando fic #lando norris x reader #lando norris #lando x reader #lando norris fluff #lando norris fic #lando norris x you #lando norris imagine #lando norris fanfic

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bwabys-scenarios · 1 year

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Hey! Goodnight!

Well, I would like to ask for headcanons of Hantengu clones x Wifey reader of how they would be with her pregnant and with the baby

(Ps. I really love your fanfics with the Hantengu clones! ❤)

Hantengu clones x pregnant!wife!reader

SFW/NSFW HCs

Warnings: possessiveness, pregnant sex, oral, creampie(obviously)

Sfw

-once they learn of your pregnancies be prepared to be treated like a QUEEN! I mean they already treat you so well but their affections increase 10x

-Urogi is the most excited and protective, keeps stealing you away to hide you in his nest, though later in your pregnancy he stops and instead builds a nest out of blankets for you at home!

-Aizetsu takes over most of the domestic duties, only allowing you to go to town to get supplies. He also starts taking baths with you more often and massages your sore feet and back.

-Karaku is very invested in baby names and just things about the baby! He helps pick out clothes and builds a crib and pretty much whatever else you want!!

-Sekido acts like he doesn’t care but he secretly cares the most. He absentmindedly places a hand on your tummy and talks to the baby when he thinks you’re asleep.

-speaking of hands on your tummy, you will not go a day without at least two of the clones rubbing your belly and cooing about how big you’re getting.

-they have no idea what to do when you get hormonal, sekido gets kicked out of the house at least once a week for yelling at you because he’s so nervous about your mood

-they are much more gentle with you, especially Urogi, before he’d be a bit rowdy but now when he holds you it feels like he’s handling glass

-they will not hesitate to run out and get whatever food you’re craving(if it’s night)

-you end up having more than one baby, possibly even quadruplets!!

-your children will never want for anything, because their dads spoil them absolutely ROTTEN

NSFW

-okay so they are so much more gentle with you

-all sexual activity stops once you’re 6 months along

-but before that they literally can’t keep their hands off of you

-especially Urogi he goes feral every time he sees you

-Karaku literally can’t go a day without being inside you or you jerking him off!! just so horny for you!!

-when you start producing milk all of the boys want a taste!!

-they can’t help but cum inside you now, expect to be absolutely full of cum at all times

-Aizetsu will just have tears rolling down your face after eating you out for hours on end 😭😭🙏

-sekido gets banned from any sex after month 2 because he’s too big and rough, though you do jerk him off and let him cockwarm you if he promises to be gentle!!

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straykeedz · 10 months

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goodnight; lmh

pairing: lee know x reader;

genre: drabble;

rating: smut, fluff;

word count: 1.3k-ish;

TW: explicit content [clit play, unprotected piv intercourse (don't), creampie]; Minho’s a cutie in this one;

minors dni!

disclaimer: this is pure fiction! also, english is not my first language, so feel free to correct me if you spot any mistakes!

❤︎

It’s one of those nights.

One of those nights where you just can’t sleep.

Your boyfriend is asleep next to you, has been for hours now. He’s spooning you, his arm wrapped around your figure. You usually don’t have much trouble falling asleep, especially if Minho’s by your side, but tonight’s just different.

You let out a deep sigh, realizing you’re nowhere near to falling asleep.

All of a sudden, you feel Minho’s hand squeeze your waist. You jolt in surprise, for you weren’t expecting him to be awake at nearly two in the morning. You turn your head to look at him over your shoulder. His eyes are still closed, but you know he’s awake. You can tell by the way his breathing changed.

“Thought you were sleeping…”, you murmur.

He yawns sleepily. “I was. You were squirming a lot.”, he points out.

“I’m sorry, baby.”, you mutter, feeling guilty.

“It’s okay.” He pulls you closer to his body, and slips his hand under your t-shirt -well, it’s technically his t-shirt-. “What’s up, baby?”, he places a soft kiss on your clothed shoulder, gently caressing your abdomen with the pads of his fingers. “Can’t sleep?”

“Mh-hm.”, you hum.

“Why?” Minho’s fingers trace imaginary shapes on your skin. “Is something on your mind, baby?”, he asks, kissing the nape of your neck, which sends a shiver down your spine and makes your breath hitch.

Is something on your mind? You don’t know, to be honest. There’s nothing that’s particularly bothering you, you just can’t sleep. You shake your head.

“You sure?”, he murmurs.

His raspy, sleepy voice makes your heart start beating faster as you feel yourself getting wet.

“Positive.”, you reassure him. “I just can’t sleep.”

His fingers move southwards. “Maybe I can help with that?”, he whispers. Now his fingers are right above the hem of your panties, toying with the delicate lace. Your eyes widen. He places a kiss behind your ear, earning a muffled moan from you. You can’t see him, but he smirks, satisfied. “Can I?”, he asks for permission.

You nod. A whimper leaves your mouth when his knuckles brush your clothed core, right above your clit. Damn, this man really knows how to make you squirm for him. Then, you feel the pad of his index and middle finger right on your slit.

“Fuck, baby, you’re soaked.”, he lets out a small whimper, clearly surprised to have found your panties so wet. “Can I take these off, sweetheart?”, he asks, toying with the hem of your underwear, ready to slide them off your thighs.

“Yes.”, you whisper.

Minho kisses your clothed shoulder once again, as he slowly slides your panties over the curve of your ass and, finally, off your things. You feel his erection pressed against your back, and move your hand to touch him, but Minho grabs you by the wrist and halts your movements before you could reach his hard cock.

“Not now, sweetheart. This is about you.”, he whispers into your ear.

He brings his fingers to his mouth to coat them in his saliva, and you honestly think you’re about to pass out when he places them on your clit. A moan escapes your lips as soon as he starts to draw circular shapes on your sensitive nub.

“Do you like that, sweetheart?”, he asks.

“Yes- fuck”, you let out a choked moan. “I love it.”

He doesn’t respond to that, and keeps on rubbing on your clit instead. You whimper at the loss of contact when his fingers move southwards to your slit to collect your wetness.

He lets out a deep, guttural groan. “Fuck, babygirl, you’re so wet.”, he delicately bites on your shoulder. “I could slip right in…”, he whispers, circling your entrance with his fingers, before bringing them back on your clit.

You want it.

“Please do.”

You feel his raging hard cock twitch in his boxers.

“You don’t want to cum first, sweetheart?”, he asks, wanting to make sure it’s what you really want.

You shake your head. “Want you.”

He groans, before retrieving his long fingers from your clit. Then, he swiftly gets rid of his underwear, and you jolt at the sudden contact of his bare, hard cock with your naked ass. He lifts your t-shirt over your hips to make sure it doesn’t get in the way. Then, you feel the tip of his cock gently brushing your wet, sticky slit. He rests his hand on your hip, gently squeezing the flesh, as he coats the tip of his erection in your arousal.

“You ready?”, he asks to make sure you haven’t changed your mind in the meanwhile.

You haven’t. You want this very much.

“Yes.”

Then, you feel the tip of his cock gently enter you, parting your folds. You can’t help but let out a whiny moan at the familiar stretch. Minho lets out a deep grunt as he squeezes on your hip harder. His cock is not even halfway in and you’re already dripping, and it turns him on like crazy.

He pushes in slowly, careful not to hurt you. Once you’re full to the brim, he takes a few moments to let you adjust to the feeling of having him inside you. The feeling is familiar, yet it never fails to amaze you, it’s like you were made for each other.

“So tight, sweetheart.”, he moans, biting on his lower lip as he feels his cock twitch inside you.

You turn to face him, desperate to feel his lips on yours. “So big.”, you moan on his lips, before kissing him again.

He starts to gently rocking his hips, thrusting inside your slit as wet sounds fill the room. He slips his hand under your t-shirt once again, and cups one of your breasts, squeezing it, careful not to hurt you.

“I wanna fuck this pussy forever.”, he groans, pinching your nipple with the pads of his fingers, earning a choked moan from you. The tip of his cock repeatedly brushes over your g-spot, and you know you’re getting closer and closer to reaching your high. “Wanna marry you, babygirl.”, he bites on your shoulder to muffle his own moans. “Wanna fuck you forever.”, he repeats.

As he keeps talking to you, you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, your arousal now drenching his cock and his balls. The pressure on your g-spot is just right, and you’re starting to feel the familiar sensation of your orgasm approaching.

“Are you gonna cum, babygirl?”, he asks you and you nod in response, breathing getting heavier.

Minho removes his hand from your chest and brings it back on your pussy, and starts to play with your clit once again. His cock and fingers bring you over the edge in record time, and before you know it, you’re squeezing like crazy around his cock, coating it in your release.

“Fuck- I’m close babygirl, I’m so close.”, he chants, his movements becoming irregular as he desperately tries to reach his own high. “Gonna cum inside you- oh God.”, he chokes.

Then, he halts his movements and stops thrusting. You feel his cock twitch like crazy inside of you, and you feel his warm liquid squirt out of him, coating your walls.

You remain silent for a while, your bedroom filled only with your heavy breathings. Minho gently kisses the back of your neck as he comes down from his breathtaking high. His cock is softening inside of you, allowing his seed to drip out of you.

“I love you so much, y/n.”, he whispers, sounding already sleepy.

“I love you too.”, you turn your head to place a soft kiss on Minho’s forehead. “I don’t want to get up…”, you whine, you feel too comfortable in his embrace.

“No, don’t get up.”, he pouts in protest, squeezing your body even tighter and you laugh at his cute reaction. “Why do you have to get up?”

“I’ve got to pee and clean myself, baby, but I’ll be back quick and then we can cuddle and fall asleep like that, okay?”

Minho can’t help but smile. “Sounds perfect.”

❤︎

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frannyzooey · 1 year

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Weeknights Drabble

Frankie Morales x f!reader, Weeknights Universe

Rating: Explicit AF

Summary: Valentine's Day in the Morales household ❤

Happy Valentine's Day, my loves! ❤️

“Dad?”

“Yea, baby.” Frankie’s eyes narrow at the red construction paper in his hand, his movements deliberate as he carefully cuts out a heart.

“I’m gonna draw a dog on this one, I think. For the teacher. Because she’s always asking about her, you know?”

Lucia’s body rocks as she swings her feet under the table, her crayons a colorful scatter across the kitchen table and she leans forward, her look of concentration a direct mirror of her dad’s.

Their darkly curled heads bent in task, you smile at the image and then scrape the rest of the bananas from the jar of baby food in your hand, feeding it to your son. He spits most of them out in his enthusiasm for more, before giving you a gummy smile.

“Does she always ask about her, or are you always talking about her?” Frankie asks Lucia, placing another heart by her hand and when he catches you looking at him, he winks.

Lucia ignores his teasing, and he nudges his chin in the direction of the high chair, taking in the sloppy bib. “Seems like he got a little more in his mouth this time, huh?”

“Just a little,” you smile, reaching for the rag next to you.

“Mom?” Lucia asks, scrawling her name across the bottom of one of the paper hearts. “Can I make one of these for brother?”

“Oh, that would be so nice, baby. He’d love that,” you reply, standing to pull him from the chair. “Just don’t give it to him though. He’ll eat it.”

“He really would,” Frankie says, getting up himself to come take the baby from you. He gives him a kiss on the cheek, uncaring about the smear of food across it. “Oh, yum. Banana.”

He gives him another kiss, low murmurs of Spanish endearments spoken into his small ear and then he shifts him to a one armed hold, one you love because it affords a good look at the taut muscle of his forearm when he does it.

He leans in to give you a peck on the cheek; the baby between you. “Why don’t you go take a shower, baby. I got it.”

He smiles down at you, the crinkles surrounding his eyes soft with affection and you lean in for a wordless request for another kiss, one that he grants you. The baby pulls at your hair, and you smile against Frankie’s lips. One, then another; the baby cooing.

Bending down, you place your hands on Lucia’s head and tip it back just enough for you to place a kiss on her forehead. “Goodnight you. Don’t forget to brush your teeth, okay? I’ll see you in the morning for school.”

She waves you away, another Valentine created and carefully set aside and you leave them in the kitchen, disappearing down the hallway.

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“They go to bed okay?” you ask, padding into the bedroom, cinching the belt of your dark green robe.

“Yea,” Frankie answers, shifting to sit up in bed. He tugs at the band of his watch, sliding it off his wrist before reaching to set it on the bedside table and you take a moment to admire what he’s wearing: one of his worn t-shirts and briefs, his leanly muscled legs long and relaxed against the mattress.

You crawl up on the bed to join him, curling into his side.

“You smell nice.” He leans in, letting his lips rest in the dip below your ear and his nose nuzzles the fine hair behind it before he places a kiss to your shower warmed skin. You hear him inhale, his lips finding purchase again and when you feel the tip of his tongue touch your skin, you sigh, letting your head tip back.

He turns to face you, his mouth opening wider and drunk on his open mouthed kisses, you hum in contentment, your eyes closed. “You want your present today, or tomorrow?”

He pulls back, his eyebrows raised. “You got me something?” His expression slips into an apologetic wince. “Shit baby, I didn’t think we would be exchanging anything. I didn’t –”

You shake your head, stopping him. “Hey, it’s okay. Don’t worry about it. I know it’s been busy with the –”

You stop talking, Frankie’s arm slipping behind his back to fish for something under the pillow and he grins, sliding an envelope out. You tilt your head, biting your lip with a smile and give him a gentle shove on his shoulder, making him laugh.

“Francisco Morales,” you scold him and he grins, leaning in with a teasing sound.

“Say it again, baby. You know I love when you say the full name.”

You know exactly the kind of reaction you can draw out of him when you do it, and a mental image flashes through your mind, along with his pleading, breathless voice. You raise an eyebrow at him with a smirk, and he places the envelope in your hand.

Opening it, It’s a spa certificate, from the place you normally go when you want to feel pretty for him after endless weeks in leggings with the kids and you thank him, leaning forward for a kiss.

“I love it,” you say, placing it on the bedside table. “I feel like my gift is kinda lame compared to yours, though.”

He makes a skeptical face at your statement and you move to crawl into his lap, sitting down on the top of his thighs. Your fingers brush back his curls, the grey threaded with the brown highlighted in the dim warmth of the bedside lamp and his hands settle on your hips as he looks up at you. “Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s fine.”

Aged since you met him, but in a way that’s only made him look more handsome, his eyes almost black in their thick lashed depths, save for the rich, deep brown that reflects in the light of the lamp and you trace the hollow of his throat, your thumb resting there for a moment before drifting down to catch on the neckline of his t-shirt.

Your hand splays across the fabric, the heat of his firm chest leaching through. He’s so broad, so strong and solid, the cotton of his shirt fitting so nicely around the rounds of his shoulders and you’re lost in your open admiration when he pulls you from your daze when he speaks.

“Well? You gonna give it to me?”

You meet his gaze, holding it when your fingers move to untie the knot of your robe and parting the fabric slowly, his eyes drop to watch.

He doesn’t say anything as you open it, letting it fall from your shoulders and onto the bed, but his eyes - his eyes tell you exactly how he feels about it.

“Jesus, baby.” His voice is low, husky, thick with arousal as it gets caught in the back of his throat and his hand comes up and hovers, as if you’re too pretty to touch. Silk wrapped and see through in all the places he loves best, he takes it all in with a swallow, eventually dragging his eyes back up to your face.

His hand finally settles: a broad splay across your chest, gliding down the plane of it before it moves worshipfully over to your breast. His thumb glides across the nipple, watching as it buds under the silk and you let out a heavy, slow breath - one that makes him sit up straighter.

“I can’t believe how fucking good you look.” His hands move with more confidence now, curving over your sides and sliding down to map the globes of your ass and then he’s tugging you forward into him, forcing you in for a kiss.

It’s a hungry one, his mouth already so eager to taste and you thread your fingers through his curls, pulling him closer as you slide your tongue against his. He groans into it to match your soft moan, his arm banding across the middle of your back as he shifts to force you backwards and down onto the bed and soon you’re spread out on the mattress, laid out beneath him.

“I can’t believe this is my present, baby,” he breathes between kisses, his mouth dragging along the curve of your bare shoulder, his lips brushing aside the thin strap that rests over your collarbone.

He keeps going, placing his mouth over the silk covering your nipple, breathing hot and dampening the fabric. He nips at it, giving it a suck. His hand slips under the hem, pushing it up over your hips and when he finds you bare underneath, he groans.

“Take your shirt off,” you ask him, knowing what he is about to do and he complies, tugging it over his head.

His curls are a mussed halo, his cheeks flushed as he kisses a path down your body and when he hooks his arms under your thighs to tug you swiftly closer to him, you let out a breathless laugh - one that slides into a moan when he drops into position between your legs, his mouth immediately seeking you out.

“Frankie,” you whine, your thighs opening wider for his shoulders and the groan of savor that he lets out reverberates into your slick core, adding to the skillful glide of his tongue.

You look down, admiring the dip and flex of his back muscles as he delves his tongue deeper inside you and then his eyes are on yours, looking up from his place between your thighs. His hand reaches up, palming your breast and you place yours over it, squeezing.

The soft frown of concentration between his brows makes you wetter, your hips beginning a gentle roll against his open, worshiping mouth and then his hand is leaving yours, reaching beneath him to slip two fingers into you.

“Goddamn, your pussy is so tight,” he praises over your moan, his mustache and beard already darkened with dampness. “It tastes so good, I could eat it all night.”

He goes back for more, his tongue swiftly gliding over your clit as his fingers push in down the knuckle and then he’s fucking you with them, sucking a release from you as he rubs it out from within.

You cry out louder than you should when he adds a third finger, and inching them in, his eyes are fixed on the way you stretch around him, his fingers glistening.

“Always gotta work my baby open. Gotta get you ready to take me, huh?”

You nod, his fingers slipping in and out in their confident stroke, and when his tongue laves a wide, firm stripe up the seam of you, he can feel you start to pull him deeper, fluttering around him.

“You wanna come like this?” he asks, his bicep flexing as his hand moves. “You wanna come on my hand, or on my cock?”

“Your –,” you can’t get the words out in time, his mouth descending again and before you can answer him, he’s slipped his fingers from you in order to hold you tight against his mouth; his damp fingers smearing against your skin in his tight hold.

He doesn’t let up, his tongue working you exactly the way he knows you like and forgetting everything else but the slick warmth of his mouth and the scratch of his beard, you start to fuck his face.

“Make me come, Frankie. Make me come.” It’s a breathless chant, one that starts out and then slips into a heavy pant when you get closer and when you finally come into his mouth, he groans just as loud as you.

He’s not done, his damp hand catching on the fine silk as he guides you into place on all fours and you’re still buzzing from the aftershocks of your release when he shoves his briefs down to line himself up with your entrance, his hips pushing forward just as you rock back.

“Goddamnit, baby,” he groans, shoving the hem of the silk nighty up to wrap his hands around your bare hips as he buries himself inside. His hands fit your waist perfectly, so broad his thumbs almost touch across your back and he’s mesmerized by the bounce of your ass with every pound of his hips against your skin, the sound of it filthy in the low lit room.

Your fingers curl into the bedding for purchase, your face dropping down to hide in the comforter to muffle your sounds, but he doesn’t want that, and so he clamps his hand over your shoulder and pulls you up and back, sitting in his lap.

“Fuck,” you cry out at the change in position, slight discomfort pulling at your features with how deep he is and knowing just how much he is to take, his fingers seek out your clit, rubbing tight circles over it until you relax around him.

“That’s it, baby, that’s it,” he praises, his tongue dragging along the shell of your ear. “Take it for me, okay? I know you can.”

You start to move on his lap, grinding yourself backwards on his cock as he guides your movements with his other hand and he can’t stop it from roving, touching every piece of your body through the silk that he can reach.

“You look so fucking good for me like this,” he groans, his hips meeting your every glide down. The curve of his nose rests between your shoulder blades, his mouth warm and delicate on your skin. “So fucking good. Gonna make me fill this pussy up. That what you want?”

“You know I do,” you gasp, working your fingers with his. “That’s all I want. For you to fuck me.”

“What do you want me to fuck you with?” It’s a prompt, one he gives before nipping your shoulder, biting the firm round before soothing it with a kiss. Your hips move faster on top of his, the bright edge of another release creeping up on you.

“I want –” you pant, biting your lip.

He feels so good, so filling, so full and thick, no room for anything else inside your brain with how he’s moving his hips behind you and his hand against you. You clench around him, your spine curving to rest your head against his shoulder so he can see your face. “I want – I want it harder. I want –”

He doesn’t let you finish, pushing you from his lap back to all fours and then he is pounding into you; one hand digging into your hip to keep you in place, and the other splayed over your back to keep your upper body down.

The angle is consuming, devastating, all coherent thought gone.

He growls behind you, keeping pace. “Say it, baby. Say it. I wanna hear it.”

“Fuck me, Fransisco,” you moan, the words twisting into a sob and he groans loudly at your use of his full name. “Fuck me with your big cock. Please. Please.”

You come around him just as he starts to come, your pleading words tipping him over the edge and the two of you are locked in position for a moment; spurts of him spilling into you, filling you full. He pulls his hips back, just enough to see the glistening mess and he groans, pushing wetly back in again.

You’re still trembling when he drops to the mattress and gathers you in his arms, his own heart thundering when he pulls you in for a kiss.

“Jesus,” you sigh, smiling. “I guess I should buy you presents more often.”

He hums a laugh, closing his eyes. “Yes, please.”

Letting him catch his breath, you lay there for a moment and run your hands over the planes of his body. The curve of his ribs, the solid width of this chest, the soft give of his belly. He’s tucked himself away in his briefs, the front of the black fabric dark and damp, and you trail your touch down over his hip, dragging your nails along the top of his thigh.

You bring them back up, your fingers lingering on the trail of hair beneath his belly button and he hums sleepily: sated, tired, splayed out on the bed.

You prop yourself up on one elbow, continuing your exploration. “I’m glad you liked it,” you say lowly, bending to place a kiss just above his nipple and he’s half asleep already, acknowledging you with another hum.

You smile down at him, your hand making a slow, but deliberate path down to the front of his briefs. You trace him through the fabric, finding the thick tip of his cock and when it twitches under your touch, he let out a soft sigh, one of encouragement.

“Would now be a good time to tell you I bought more than one?” You breathe the words into his ear, your lips trailing along the curve of his whiskered jaw and you feel it against your mouth when he slowly smiles.

He rolls to face you, gathering you in his arms to settle between your legs and when he’s in place, the solid weight of him presses you into the mattress.

Your arms winding around his shoulders, he bends to give you a kiss, but then stops himself and pulls back; the smile of a happy man.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

#weeknights drabble #frankie morales #frankie catfish morales #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales/you #frankie morales/reader

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xxsycamore · 2 months

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I'm ready to place my final request!

I'm so, so sorry I'm only asking Keith (he's really my one and only), but I need to see 👔 with him (which one of him? You decide!).

If it's too much Keith for your taste, feel free to dismiss some or all of my requests, okay? Love you anyway!

Thank you so much!

Oh that's not too much Keith for my taste at all, don't worry~ 🤭Love you too!!!❤❤❤ You're so sweet and considerate, I appreciate it!

[👔] 𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝙺𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑 '𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚊𝚝…

KEITH:

"Oh, what do we have here? Have you missed me that much?"

You're startled by the man leaning in to whisper in your ear behind the couch. The few seconds it takes for you to realize he's referring to the white coat draped over your front serves as cementing Keith's guess, much to your dismay.

Haphazardly, you make up a half-truth of feeling cold and using his coat to block the early evening chill until you wait for his return. Keith only smirks as if able to see right through you with those piercing golden eyes - before closing them to sweeten his expression.

"Why, you should keep it. I don't fancy you catching a cold. But let's get you properly wrapped in it first to ensure you're nice and warm."

The words spill smoothly from Keith's lips as if he's not about to give you a heart attack where you've already felt flushed from the moment he rejoined your side. Now he's taking his coat from your grasp with a brush of knuckles over your own, and he's signaling you to push your back off the couch with a gentle palming of your shoulder... he touches you briefly on another two or three occasions in the process of making you put on his coat, but you somehow make it out alive. Just barely.

"That's better, isn't it? Again, please keep it. You can give it back to me when we see each other again, whenever that may be."

Later in the evening, the moon has traveled a little further in the night sky, and you've traveled a little too far away from Keith for his own liking, but he had to bid you goodnight. The moonlight witnesses the twist to his expression as he smirks to himself again, the poison yellow in his gaze gleaming in the dark.

The truth is, you can't really keep that coat. Prince Keith has a veeery important event to attend tomorrow, and he'll be needing it because of the dress code.

His other self should be triumphant - another great opportunity to see you, so soon at that - isn't that great? And he did something so gentlemanly just now. The morning seems promising.

∎ Steal My Heart!! - xxsycamore’s 1500 followers celebration event | 💌 event masterlist

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen prince keith #keith howell #ikepri keith #ikemen keith #ikepri alter keith #steal my heart!! xxsycamore's 1500 followers celebration event

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sorceriee · 4 months

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i say goodnight.

ʚɞ ・ ⸝⸝ late nights w schlatt !! tell me you wouldn’t just snuggle up w this man :(

contains: very fluffy cuddling only 🫶🏽 (no use of y/n)

∿・ ❤︎ ・∿

as you ruffled around in the cold sheets, you squirmed and grunted — staring at your phone while you waited for your boyfriend to come home. it was already late and you started to be concerned for him.

‘so sorry toots. i’ll be home in 10.’ the text read. you were just glad he would be here sooner than you thought.

‘i love ya’ the next message popped up, making your lips curl up into a little smile.

soon enough, you heard the doors downstairs unlock — and a loud sigh. he hung his cap onto the coat rack, along with his jacket. he began to stomp upstairs. once he was in the room, he seemed surprised that the lights were still on. you reached out with grabby hands.

“jay, come here…” there was clearly sleep in your voice. his eyes darted towards you.

“sweets, why are you still awake?” he walked closer and closer to the bed, leaning above you with his hands on either side of you, curled up in fists. he exhaled as he leaned down closer, pressing a soft kiss with his chapped lips onto your cheek. he let out a short, deep and breathy chuckle.

“‘m gonna get changed, okay?” you nodded silently.

∿・ ❤︎ ・∿

coming back in a jumper and pyjama pants, schlatt dove into the space beside you, instantly tumbling to wrap his arms around you. he made you feel so warm and fuzzy.

“mm, jay,” you rolled over to bury your face into his neck, feeling his facial hair graze against your forehead.

“you should sleep, toots.” he whispered. you drowned yourself into the warmth radiating from his body. the soft cotton of his sweater felt comforting to your freezing skin.

“goodnight.” was all he muttered weakly before you both drifted off in each other’s embrace.

love, mildew

∿・ ❤︎ ・∿

#ྀི audrey #ྀིྀི chuckle sammy #ྀིྀི chuckle sammy fanfiction #ྀིྀི jschlatt #ྀིྀི jschlatt fanfiction #ྀིྀི schlatt #ྀིྀི schlatt fanfiction #ྀི fanfiction #ྀིྀི fluff #chuckle sandwich #chuckle sammy #jschlatt #schlatt #fanfiction #fluff

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poeticlilies · 1 year

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Hi I just found your page, it's really pretty!

Can I request something with Fukuzawa and a reader (fem or gn) who works in theatre and just really likes to sing and dance and all that.

If you don't want to write this, that's okay too.

Have a nice day!

♡ Fukuzawa with theatre s/o!

Fukuzawa Yukichi x Reader

Desc: HCs of Fukuzawa with a theatre s/o! (gender neutral reader!

TW/CW: none!

this. this man.

lawddddd i am so down bad for this MANNNN

he absolutely loves it when you sing!! he thinks your voice is angelic <33

if there's a slow, romantic song playing, he'll pull you into a waltz while humming the tune. he pulls you against his chest and hugs you, swaying you gently as he cherishes your presence.

he's so skrunkly brbrbrbrbrbrr imagine him. him dancing with you. he can ABSOLUTELY dance look me in the eyes and tell me he cant i double dare u.

will attend every single one of your theatre performances. also funds stuff if you guys need funding,, sorry i dont make the rules he's just like that

as always, at the end of every performance (regardless of your role/position) he'll bring you a bouquet of red roses to show his love. <3

will sometimes ask if you can sing for him, particularly when he's had a rough night and needs you there with him. the melody is a constant, gentle reminder that you're there for him, as he gets anxious when there's no indicator or cue that you're still there so the soft singing reassures him greatly,,,

he's so obsessed w your voice it's. not even funny anymore /j

he took a video (w your consent) of you singing a song,, and he cherishes it and listens to it everyday at the agency. the ada members have walked in on him, eyes closed, with a soft smile on his face and just slowly walked out. they know not to interrupt.

if you hum or sing him a goodnight song every night before bed it becomes a MUST. he cannot and WILL NOT sleep unless you sing him a song. he might be wise and sophisticated but damn it this is the ONE THING he will throw hands over

summary: fukuzawa loves u, ur voice, ur dance, ur performances, everything ❤

i actually love him sm it's not funny anymore

#fukuzawa x reader #fukuzawa yukichi #bsd fukuzawa #bsd yukichi #yukichi fukuzawa #yukichi fukuzawa x reader #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs headcanons #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs #bsd #bsd comfort

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noellesturniolo · 7 months

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𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒:𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 ❤︎︎

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: 𝐎𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝟑 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐎𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧. 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐀 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬. 𝐎𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫.

𐂂𐂂𐂂𐂂𐂂𐂂𐂂𐂂𐂂𐂂𐂂𐂂𐂂𐂂𐂂𐂂𐂂𐂂𐂂𐂂𐂂𐂂

Matt had to go to LA for an emergency he went along with his brothers and Odette was left at home with one week left till Christmas, Odette had a mission to over-decorate the house. Of course, Odette had already decorated but it just wasn't enough to her.

“Bye Odette, look at me I love you. I promise I'll be home for Christmas Eve.” Matt smiled as he pulled her into a hug as she nodded.

“I love you too Matt.” she smiled.

The door slammed shut and immediately Odette rushed to the window to peek out the window to see when the car was gone. The car backed out of the driveway, and Odette rushed to the counter. Grabbed her keys, put her jacket on, and rushed to get to the car.

She backed out of the driveway and drove to Target, her true love that she always thinks of. She rushes in through the doors.

“My Lord.….”

It was then that she ran to grab a cart and immediately went to the Christmas things and began to pile things into the cart.

“Do I need that? Hmm, yes.”

She finished her spree walking to the counter, where her total was around a thousand dollars.

“I deserve it.”

She then swiped her card and walked to her car and filled up things in her trunk and began to drive home. Once she got home she emptied all of the Christmas decorations and began to start decorating the inside and outside of the shared house.

After 6 long days, she finished everything and made it perfect, and was one day till she saw Matt. How would he react? Finding out she spent over a thousand on Christmas deco. She checked the time, 10pm. She walked to the bedroom and laid down as she thought about Matt, she texted him goodnight and that she loved him before drifting off.

Meanwhile, in LA, it was 7 pm and Matt found himself in a ring store along with his brothers as he got Odette's text. He replied before paying for the ring he had gotten for her.

“Matt, did you get it?”Nick asked

“Yeah, yeah I got it we gotta go to more stores.” he smiled as the three triplets made their way out of the shop and onto more stores. “Our flight is at 6am yeah?” Chris asked. “mm let me look” Nick pulls out his phone. “Yeah it is.” he replies.

𝟗:𝟐𝟔 𝐀𝐌, Odette is awoken by her phone ringing.

“Odette, please tell me you did not spend a good amount of money on all of this.”

“No Matt just a thousand or so….WAIT WHERE ARE YOU?”

“Outside, come to the door baby.”

Odette quickly hangs up and makes her way to the door opening it to see snow falling, the beauty of the scene, and the beautiful boy in front of her. Matt sets his stuff down and Odette embraces him in a hug.

“I missed you, Matthew.”

“I know baby I missed you too.”

“Matty can we make hot chocolate and watch Christmas movies.”

“Of course pretty girl, but let me set my stuff down in the house.”

She moves aside as the boy enters the home.

“Okay, what the fuck theirs more.” He looks at her laughing “I love it, Odette” as he kisses her forehead.

He goes and puts everything in the bedroom as he quickly hides the ring in his drawer, right as he shuts it Odette walks in. “Hey baby once you're ready let me know when.”

“I'm ready now sweetheart, did you make our hot chocolate and pick a movie?”

“Mhm I did, we are gonna watch Elf, and I made your hot chocolate with whipped cream and peppermint shavings baby.”

“Mmm perfect baby.”

Matt makes his way out to the living room and for hours they watch Christmas movies and drink hot chocolate until 11pm rolls around “hey baby let’s go on a walk, it’s pretty out”

“It’s late Matt, but okay” she smiles as she gets up and puts her sweater on, hat, and Uggs. She leaves the bedroom and Matt urgently grabs the ring and puts it in his pocket as he follows up behind her before putting his jacket on and leaving the house.

They walk to the city park that looks like a winter wonderland, with snow falling perfectly and snow sitting upon the grass making up the beautiful scene of the lamposts wrapped in lights the lanterns are dimly lit and the bridge lined up with lights, Matt leads her to the top of the stone bridge and holds her hand as he looks into her eyes.

“Odette you know that I love you, baby.”

“I love you, Matty.”

“I think I can love you forever and I want to.” he smiles as he gets down on one knee.

“Odette, will you marry me?” he looks up at her with tears in his eyes smiling.

“Yes, yes Matty I will,” she says feeling tears welling up in her own.

He puts the ring on her finger and kisses her hand before standing up and wiping her tears and kissing her forehead then closing the distance between them again with a kiss on the lips, he checks his phone to see the time.

𝟏𝟐 𝐚𝐦

“𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐎𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞.”

#Spotify #sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #the sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matthew sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo imagine #fluff

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alltimefail-sims · 6 months

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I made the mistake of daydreaming about my Strangerville OCs in like their late 30s and early 40s and now I'm crying!!!

Crying over pixels that I made up in my own damn brain!!! Smh...

#I'm so sick I can't my babies my little dears my pookies #if you get it you get it #but they have endured so much that thinking of them just like... old and alive and HAPPY brb throwin up #Erwin has a mustache when he gets older btw. Strangerville crew has mixed feelings about it but he loves it lmao #okay that's all I caught up on my inbox I updated my layout I messaged people back and #now it is bed time (scrolling until I pass out time) goodnight ❤❤❤#personal #gif warning

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liliesonpandora · 9 months

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hiii!! I love your fanfics, especially your jeytiri ones! I wanted to know if you can make one where they're on a date, kinda like in the date night scene in twow but more romantic! I hope that makes sense!! ❤😅

Hiii! Thank you so much for your support! I thought it would be cool to write about what a date night would be like after they left the forest. I love this concept art of them walking on the beach. If only we got to see that in the film😭 Sorry this one took me so long, but I hope you enjoy reading it! ☺️🫶🏼

Under the Stars With You

Jake and Neytiri had just finishing kissing all their kids goodnight, wishing that they slept as soundly as they could.

“You tired, baby?” Jake asked his wife in a hushed tone.

She shook her head in response. “Let’s go for a walk on the beach,” he said while taking her hand and motioning his head towards the entrance of their home. That sounded amazing to Neytiri, she longed for some time alone with her husband. But she was hesitant… turning back to look at her children. There was a part of her that didn’t want to leave them alone in a strange new place, regardless if she knew they were safe.

“It’s okay mom, we’ll be fine.” They both turned towards Neteyam’s bed, surprised to see that he was still awake.

“If Tuk wakes up, I’ll put her back to bed,” he whispered.

Neytiri walked over to his hammock and caressed his cheek. “I thought you were sleeping my love.”

He smiled up at her. “Not yet, but I’m getting there. You guys go ahead and relax, you deserve it.”

“My darling son, how did you become so sweet?” she beamed in adoration and he blushed.

Jake walked over and placed a hand on Neteyam’s head. “I know we can count on you, Teyam. If you need anything at all, just call for me. We wont be too long.”

“Got it. Goodnight, guys.”

“Goodnight, we love you!” Neytiri cried.

“Love you too!” He replied before pulling his blanket up.

Jake and Neytiri walked hand in hand out of the marui and towards the beach illuminated by the moonlight.

Jake spoke first. “Can you believe how beautiful it is here?”

Neytiri gave him an annoyed look, and stayed silent.

“What?”

“You just don’t want me to be upset about being here.”

“Okay, you got me.”

“It is very beautiful,” she admitted after a moment of silence and Jake smiled. They entered the shallow ocean and watched as the water lit up of bioluminescence with each step they took.

“How’ve you been, sweetheart?”

“I’ve been okay, but it’s difficult if I am being honest. I am a good swimmer back home, but this is something new.”

“Ahh my wife is used to being the best at everything she does.”

Neytiri laughed at this and Jake was happy to see her smiling.

“I am just glad the kids are adjusting here. I was really worried for them. They already have a difficult time back home feeling like they do not belong.”

Jake took a moment to think and then spoke. He suddenly felt sorry and grateful and appreciative all at once.

“Neytiri.”

“Hm?” she said while looking down and kicking the water with her feet.

“Thank you.”

She looked up at him now. “For what, my beloved?”

“For always having faith in me, and for trusting me to take care of us. I know you did not agree with me.”

She sighed deeply and then spoke. “Yes, running is not who I am. It is not the Na’vi way. We stand and fight, face our problems.”

“But you allowed us to move anyway.”

“Yes, as much as I am loyal to my beliefs and my people… I was so scared to lose them Jake.” She stopped walking now and he followed, locking eyes with her while she continued. “Sometimes change is okay, necessary even. But the real reason I decided to come here is because I could not say for sure that they would be safe at home. I thought to myself, ‘what if he is right about this?’ And I could not bring myself to take the chance not knowing.”

“Neytiri, I promise I will do everything in my power to protect this family.”

“I know you will. But you won’t have to do it alone, we will face everything together.”

“I love you.”

“I know,” she replied with a playful smile.

“More than you know,” he said seriously.

“And I love you.”

Jake grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in close, bringing a hand up to her cheek. He let his thumb graze the supple skin of her lower lip and she leaned in before he had the chance to do it himself. She brushed the tip of her nose against his, and stopped just short of his lips. All they could hear was the crashing of the waves on the shore and the sound of their breathing in sync. He couldn’t take it anymore, so he closed the gab between their mouths with urgency. Their lips intertwined with a softness, soon turning into hunger.

Her hand reached up to grab the hair at the nape of his neck, sending tingles all down his spine. His hands left her waist and cupped her ass, squeezing with just enough strength to please her. But careful not to leave a mark that would last long. They had made that mistake too many times in the past. She teased his tongue with the tip of hers and he took her lower lip between his teeth, causing her to let out a low moan that drove him crazy.

His hands slid down to grip her thighs next, lifting her onto him. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist and their bodies pressed tightly together, heat radiating off of them. Without breaking the kiss, Jake walked up the beach so they were further from the shore. One hand gripped her back and the other held her thigh so she wouldn’t slip. Gently bending down to his knees, he laid her on her back and rested his body between her legs.

Once he finally broke the kiss, her eyes took a second longer to flutter open. He could see how much she wanted him and it pained him to stop. “Keep going,” she whispered into his mouth.

“Baby if I keep going, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop tonight. But just say the word and I’ll give you whatever you want.”

She placed another gentle kiss on his lips, exasperated by the exchange. “No, you’re right, we told Neteyam we wouldn’t be long.”

“You sure?” He asked while peppering light kisses from her jawline down to her collarbone.

“You make it so hard to say no to you. But yes, let’s just stay here for a bit longer and look at the stars before we head back.”

“Okay, my love.”

They settled more comfortably on the sand, and Neytiri laid her head on Jake’s chest. She could feel his heart beating slightly faster than usual. “My marine, are you nervous?”

“You drive me crazy. My heart still skips a beat around you.”

“Skxawng. Charm is your best skill.”

Jake chuckled in response, always amused when she called him that. It reminded him of when they were younger.

“Speaking of the kids, have you seen Lo’ak and Tsireya these days?” He asked.

“Who has not seen them would be the better question. I think it’s cute, I don’t think Lo’ak was interested in anyone back home.”

“This kid…of all the girls, he had to go for the chief’s daughter. They already hesitated accepting us, and I’m not prepared for the conversation about those two.”

“Hmm our youngest son reminds me of a certain someone who also thought he could have the daughter of Olo’eyktan.”

“Yeah and if I’m remembering correctly, that daughter wanted to have me as well.” A smirk came across Neytiri’s face.

Jake turned to her. “Tell me something.”

“Hm?”

“When did you first feel that you were falling in love with me?”

“Ma Jake, how many times have you asked me this question?”

“I just love hearing the answer.”

“I fell in love with you in the sky. Well, that’s when I think I was sure about it. When we were flying ikran together, I felt bonded with you in a way I’ve never felt with anyone. You were so fearless and free and fun. Even you failed time and time again. I didn’t need the spirits to tell me your heart was strong and pure. And when you smiled, I loved your…” Neytiri struggled to remember the word in English. So she placed her index finger on Jake’s cheek and waited for him to realize what she meant.

“Dimples.” He said with a smile, finishing the sentence for her.

“Dimples. You have the most pretty dimples,” she continued. “Okay, now you must tell me.”

“I was taken by you the very first time I saw you. I thought you were incredible… strong and confident and beautiful. And after that, I always wanted speak to you. Everyday I woke up and longed for when I would see you again. And I knew that when I earned my place among the people, that I wanted to be yours forever. You showed me what love is. I was just hoping and praying that I could be worthy of you.”

A tear rolled down Neytiri’s cheek. She didn’t even realize she was crying. Jake wiped the tear from her face. “Our family is together and we are safe, and we’ll always be together.”

All she could do was smile at him and nod, more tears flowing. Jake placed a kiss on each of her eyelids. “Why’re you crying, my love?”

“I’m just happy.”

Neytiri was unsure what the future would bring for her family. But she was certain of this very moment and the love they felt for each other.

“Come, lets go back now. I think I can sleep peacefully tonight,” she told him. He smiled at her with endless love before taking her hand to walk back to their new home, joining their children in a restful sleep.

Hiii just want to add that although I don’t personally agree with Jake’s decision to relocate his family, I feel like it’s realistic that he had a conversation similar to this one with Neytiri. Like thanking her for trusting him and agreeing to go despite her differing opinions. I think their relationship has compromise, trust, and faith.

Also important to note that neither of them can predict the future, and the characters have flaws and make mistakes. One of Jake’s flaws is his dedication to his human ways despite how long he has been Na’vi. Sometimes it aids him and helps the People, and sometimes it hinders him. It is my hope that Jake will begin to value Neytiti more as a decision maker and realizes that he is not always right about what’s best.

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❤CUDDLES❤alastor x reader

You were new to he'll you died from suicide. You met Charlie one day while wandering around pentagram City. She told you about her hotel and you very excitedly agreed to join the wayward group on the journey to redemption. When you arrived at the hotel you met alastor when Charlie was giving you the tour. Charlie I was unaware we had a new guest. Oh hi alastor this is y/n. Hi. Well hello my dear my name is alastor I'm am one of the patrons of this fabulous hotel. Hi I'm y/n. Well alastor we must get going I still have a lot to show y/n. Well good bye alastor. Good bye my dear let me know if you need anything. I will thanks bye. After your encounter with a last or Charlie introduced you to the other guest/staff of the hotel.You and angel almost instantly became friends you and baggie were friends as well you also befriended husker he was kinda like that drunk friend with good advice and nifty was kinda like a little sister. You really enjoyed being at the hotel you loved it.you and alastor grew very close over the few months you had been there you noticed that he was very protective of you when around other demons and he treated you kinder and better than everyone You were starting to get a crush on him but you didn't say anything because you were scared he would not return your feelings and you would ruin your friendship with him.(TIME SKIP)sorry. It was late and you couldn't sleep so you headed down stairs to get a glass of water you bumped into alastor on your way back to your room. Hello my dear what are you doing up so late? Oh hi alastor I was just getting a glass of water I was kinda having trouble sleeping. Oh? Well sometimes I have nightmares about my past life you know my one on earth. Ah and do they trouble you? Somtimes... Okay a lot but its fine I'm fine. Hmm would you like me to keep you company until your tired again?. Oh um sure if its no trouble to you. Of course not my dear! Do you want to go back to my room? Alright. You walked back to your room with alastor in tow when you got to your room you walked in and got in bed alastor sat at the foot of your bed and y'all started to chat until you got tired. Hey al? Yes dear? Do you ever miss anything from your life on earth? Hmm well yes I'm miss my darling mother she was quite the lady I'm sure you would have liked here why do you ask? Well I miss my family that's what most of my nightmares are about they were amazing my mother was an amazing women I miss her the most she used to sing me to sleep when I was little when I lost her I was heart broken. I also miss my many brothers and sisters and my dad I think there all in heaven at least I hope so. Hmm scoot over. W-what?. Move over. Al are you sure? Yes. O-okay. He climbed in the bed with you and He grabbed you around the waist and then started spooning you. Y'all cuddled for a minute until he started humming your eyes started getting droopy and you slowly started to fall asleep. good night al. goodnight my dear. Hey al? Yes? I love you. I love you to MI amour.

I enjoyed writing this i've been having trouble sleeping and I thought some cute fluff with my favorite red deer would be cute well I hope you enjoyed it!byee

P.S. This is also my first fanfiction so please don't be to judgey I don't mind constructive criticisms but please no rude comments in the comment section. Have a good day!

#alastor fluff #alastor x reader #cute #hazbin hotel fanfiction #Oneshot #Kittyfuckincheshire

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