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bumblebeesfromvenus · 2 months

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TF141 getting a boudoir photo album as a wedding gift ♡

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A/N: THIS WAS SO FUN!!! Great, absolutely phenomal idea, dear anon. Simon's part is very sappy (I cried) which might be ooc for him?? Idk, that's how I write him/interpret his character! :) let me know who's your favorite 👀

~Fi 🐝

《Warnings》: NSFW content. proceed with caution. PiV, creampie, cunnilingus, Johnny's oral fixation (yes, that is a warning.)

It's still very sweet and lovey dovey with all of them bc I'm a certified sap <3

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John would be grinning and smirking like a proper idiot when he lays his eyes on those delectable photos of you.

I imagine you had a date night at home, sipping wine on the couch and talking about your wedding that's supposed to take place in only 3 days. He's telling you how he can't wait to see you in your wedding dress and slip that ring onto your finger.

Be prepared to he called Mrs. Price the days leading up to the big day. John excuses it with "Need to practice, love. Don't wanna mess it up in front of anyone, eh?"

Sneaky bastard.

He knows what he's doing, you know what he's doing, all is well because if he only knew what that did to you. You're just talking, trying to get the nerves out now so you can go into your wedding with a clear mind and have a good time. When you tell him you have a gift for him, his eyebrows almost overshoot his forehead. Yeah, he knew that was a thing some people did, but he never gave it another thought.

In all honesty, marrying you was the best gift he could ever get. Which is why he feels slightly guilty that he doesn't have one for you (at least that's what you see, internally he's crushed) but that all goes out the window when you sit back down with a sleek beige photo album that has a little romantic quote on the front.

"And what's this, doll, hm?" His heart feels warm and fuzzy, thinking these are some lovely pictures of you together on holidays you went on, casual trips to the local pub or just some domestic shots you managed to sneak during his leave.

What he doesn't expect, however, is the angelic image of your plush body on full display, draped over a velvet chaise lounge with layered pearl necklaces hanging from your neck. This man is shell-shocked. If he wasn't frozen in place, he would've snapped the book shut.

You can basically see the connections to his brain frying. His jaw slacks, and only after what feels like 10 minutes he regains his ability to think and close his mouth. John is sweating and his cock is rock hard as he flips through the remaining pages.

He shoots you the occasional glance while he's trying not to hyperventilate. You just sit back and savor your wine, trying to hide your laugh behind the rim of your glass. You'd expected a reaction, of course, but you didn't think you'd render the John Price speechless just from a few suggestive photographs of you.

But what absolutely breaks the camels back (or John's, in this case) is the last picture of you. You're kneeling, slightly leaned back and supported by your arms, with one of his Flannels covering your soft tits. That alone would've been enough to drive him crazy, but the sight of his old dogtags sitting against your sternum has him groaning out loud.

The only other thing covering you is a simple pair of lace panties, cupping the soft curve and rolls of your tummy so beautifully, John was ready to take a bit out of that damn page.

He nearly misses the inscription underneath the photo;

To my John; the love of my life, the man of my dreams,

I love you.

You hold my heart and you will forever.

May I be so lucky to find my place in the stars by your side when the time comes, so we'll never have to be apart.

With all my love,

Mrs. Price

And that does it. The album snaps shut and you barely have time to put down your wine glass before John is all over you, taking handfuls of you, whatever he can reach. With how fast he smashes his lips on yours, he nearly gives you whiplash.

He's tugging and pulling at your clothes as well as his own, not saying a thing, just hungrily swallowing every one of your sounds and giggled objections before he decides the couch is uncomfortable and he moves you to the bedroom. You're hoisted up without a warning and you cling to his neck. Immediately, worried words start spilling from your lips, remembering how he'd complained about a sore back just today;

"John, baby, your back-"

"I don't give a flying fuck about my back, love."

He's heaving and grunting like a fucking animal, he's downright feral. Despite all of that, you're still laid down gently on the bed, John would never, ever be reckless with you. But he needs to be inside you now, he'll actually lose his mind.

Usually, he'd spent hours between your thighs first, but he just can't wait. He's pounding you into another dimension but with such gentleness in his gestures, it makes your head spin.

He's holding your hand, breathing sweet praises into your ear despite him filling you to the brim. His urge to claim you goes haywire and he fills you with his cum multiple times before he's sane enough again.

He's covered in sweat and his beard is wet from your spit from all the sloppy kisses he gave you. John will definitely make it up to you and eat you out for as long as you want after.

He'll make a copy of one of the photos and take it with him when he's on deployment, just for the nights he's feeling lonely.

His wedding gift to you are the hickeys on your thighs and tummy and new sheets because you two tore the other ones to absolute shreds.

♥︎

Johnny would probably have a boudoir album for you, too. You get at least one shirtless pic a day, so a whole album of his body on display or in suggestive poses basically screams Johnny. He's already drooling the second he spots that book because he knows what it is and that he's in for a treat.

He's buzzing with excitment.

You never really send nudes for privacy reasons, and then for you to do something like this hit him like a truck in the best way possible. You're standing opposite from him behind the kitchen counter, and you look so nervous to him.

Cue his signature shit-eating grin. You tap your fingers on the dark blue album before having enough of your nerves and just sliding it over to him with a few mumbled words of what it is.

"Awe, for me, mo leannan?" He's a teasing bastard, and he chuckles when you huff and turn your head, obviously flustered. Johnny is legit licking his lips, but when he opens the book, his grin fades so fast.

He knew it would be good, but holy shit, this was so much better than he expected. His pupils dilate as he takes in each of the pictures of you, all of you, all your curves and bumps.

Everything he loves about you. God, you're such a woman, he thinks to himself. Some with lingerie, some without. He's full on drooling at this point, and the only reason why he roughly wipes it away with the back of his hand is to not get it on these sacred images.

He smirks at the picture of you in a tub, all soapy, with pebbled nipples. An obvious dig at his nickname, but, god, does your ass look amazing when it's covered in a thin layer of bubbles. He loves lathering you up in the shower and feeling you up while you're all wet and slippery.

"Good thing I can hold my breath, aye, hen? Might even try to set a new personal record." He's grinning and chuckling meanwhile you give him a sharp glare. You can't deny that the idea intrigues you, though.

But this, oh, this one was him swallowing thickly. It's you in very sheer panties (they're barely even underwear) and his name patch is sewn onto the front. Your hair looks so nice, so do your thighs, he doesn't know whether to look at your eyes or your tits. The button on his jeans is about to pop off from his throbbing boner.

He can't take his eyes off that 'MacTavish' patch that sits right on your lower belly, with the slight curve it has to it from your soft tummy.

Johnny has to hold himself back from gripping the book too hard. He wouldn't want to ruin it.

"Steamin' bloody Jesus, bonnie..."

The album is shut and tucked under his arm, and Johnny jumps over the counter to get his hands on you. Or his mouth, more like. He has a huge oral fixation, so he loves sucking and biting on every inch of your skin. You're pushed back into the bedroom, even though you end up on the floor, and the book is thrown onto the bed.

He rips your shirt up and sucks at your tits and nipples, groaning and moaning at the taste of your skin, all while he's rubbing his clothes cock against your leg. You end up on your hands and knees with one of Johnny's hands on your lowerback while his face is buried in your cunt.

He's eating you out like he's been starved for years, and his stubble is already starting to irritate the skin of your thighs and ass.

You'll have the worst case of beard burn in the morning, but how could you care about that when his tongue is so deep inside of you?

Remember when I said he'd have a boudoir album too? Yeah, now you're in between his legs, your back pressed to his chest with Johnny's album in your shaky hands. And the way your engagement ring catches the dim light of the room has your eyes rolling back.

And Jesus christ, Johnny looks fucking phenomal. You clench around his fingers hard, and he doesn't even have to pull his head from your neck to know what photo you're looking at.

He's smirking and grinning like the ceshire cat, knowing that the image of him in a kilt with no shirt one is gracing your field of vision right about now.

"Ah knew ye'd like tha' one, bonnie..."

Johnny's cooing in your ear, telling you to keep looking at the pictures while he's knuckle deep in your pussy. His bare dick is pressed against your ass and you can feel him rocking his hips to get off.

He's mumbling all kinds of gibberish into your ear, but one of the few things you can make out is "mo bhean"* which pushes you over the edge. You won't be leaving that bed anytime soon.

*(My wife)

♥︎

Kyle is such a sweetheart. I've said it before, and I will say it again, he's such a cutie pie!!! But that doesn't mean he can't or won't get nasty.

He'd offered to make lunch, which was delicious as always, and now you're chatting casually about your day at your dining table. Your fingers are laced together, and he's wearing the biggest smile because all he can think of is how he gets to marry you in just a few days.

He's over the moon. He can't wait to see you walk down the aisle, say your vows to each other, and overall have a great time with all your friends and family.

But the thing Kyle is looking forward the most is the honeymoon. He'll have you to himself for 2 whole weeks and he's stoked. He can't wait to treat you to nice things, love on you, but he's the most excited to fuck you as your husband.

He may look sweet and 'innocent' but this man can fuck, okay. And he fucks well. He knows every little spot that has you mewling and he's so good at using them for his gain.

Kyle will fuck you into the mattress in the Hotel you booked, he's already made up his mind about that, but he wants to absolutely melt your brain by being so loving whole doing it that you can't help but cry out for him.

He has heart eyes at this point, watching you talk about all that happened today and he only snaps out of his dream world when you present the deep red album to him with a sweet smile.

He's got a hunch of what it is so there's a hint of a smirk on his lips. Still, he almost gets whiplash when he opens it.

There's no easing into it, just straight up tits, ass and tummy. And let me tell you, Kyle is loving every second of it. It's no secret that he loves your chub, and that fact that it's extenuated so beautifully in every shot makes his heart and his cock happy. He's a very balanced man after all.

He comments on every single photo because he think it's endearing how you get all flustered and giggly from his compliments.

One picture that has him taking a second, though, is one where you have a lacy band tied around your thigh, with a little golden 'Kyle' charm hanging from it. He's all smiley and giddy, but he does try to discreet adjust his trousers because, holy shit, that's hot.

"Have you still got that, dove? Would love to see it tied around your pretty neck."

All you answer is that he'll have to be patient and wait till the wedding night to find out. He's laughing and teasing now, but just what till you get to the last page, Gazy.

And the way his smile just melts off his face is priceless. His gaze is flitting between you on the page and you sitting across from him with a shot eating grin. All the blood that drained from his face went straight to his dick.

Not only are you wearing a set of lingerie in his favorite color, but you've got his iconic pair of sunglasses hooked on the center of your bra. And that's not all either, his eyes travel upwards and his base cap is sat on your head and you've got that beautiful smile of yours on your face.

He makes an audible noise, one that indicates you took his breath away, when he takes in the whole picture.

"How in hell did you manage to snatch my hat and my glasses from right under my nose?!"

"Skilled hands, babe."

He's laughing at you breathlessly because he's still enarmoured by the sight of you.

And Kyle will absolutely whisk you away and fuck you stupid in front of your bedroom mirror while you're wearing his hat.

It makes him feral, seeing you like that. He's got both of his arms wrapped around your middle and he's panting into your shoulder. He does look up from time to time to see your blissed out face all while still wearing his cap.

He lets out a strained moan everytime he looks at you in the mirror and his hips stutter ever so slightly.

Kyle is just spewing jumbled words of love because he's genuinely so happy. You make him so happy.

He honestly can't wait to give you your wedding gift. It's a little booklet filled with poems or quotes that reminded him of you, or of how you make him feel. And it will make you cry when he reads them to you.

Definitely not because he'll be ballsdeep inside of you while doing so...

♥︎

Simon, Simon, Simon.... first of all, he's completely blindsided by this. And he hasn't got a fucking clue what's in that black book you hand him one night when you're cuddling in bed.

There's just a giant question mark above his head. When you tell him it's a wedding gift, he goes silent and just looks at that album in his hands.

He never really got gifts, which obviously changed since he's been with you, but he's still not used to it. You're so thoughtful. And sweet. And kind, and perfect and-

he turns his head to you when you softly call his name and if you notice the slight sheen of tears in his big brown eyes, you don't mention it. You just encourage him to open the book. And when he does, a small huff and gentle smile leave him because how are you so perfect?

Yes, all of the pictures are all filthy, but they're all radiating of love and softness, and he can't get over it. How are you so soft? Simon can't get enough of you. You mess up his emotions in ways he never thought possible, and he can't help that his heart starts beating twice as fast.

That you did this for him means more than you could ever fathom, and he'll treasure this album until his end. He absent mindedly reaches for your hand as he flips through the pages, trying to tell you thank you when his words fail him, like they did so many times before with you.

He comes across a shot of your neck, a black leather collared fasten around it with a little silver skull charm. It makes him smile just a bit. He knows just how much meaning is behind it.

That you love him. All of him, which includes the Ghost. In cursive, 'Riley' is written right above your heart, and he gives your hand a squeeze.

Although you love the Ghost because it's a part of him, you've shown him that it's not all he is. That Simon is enough. That he should give Simon a chance and that he's not incapable anymore, like he was as a little boy. Ghost is sort of a protector of Simon, something not many people know, that's why he wears the mask outside of duty too. To shield himself.

But as much as the Ghost's service is appreciated, Simon can handle himself now. The Ghost will forever be with him, but so will you, and you'll wipe his bloody hands with a smile. You've shown him that you accept Ghost just as much as you accept Simon, and that means the world to him.

He sniffles ever so quietly, and you lean your head against his shoulder, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He moves on, gently turning the pages, and as much as his heart is touched by your kind gesture of this album, that doesn't stop his cock from stirring. It's pictures of your naked form, after all.

He loves every single inch of you and he's told you and shown you so many times, kissed all your insecurities away and took your mind off any bad thoughts about yourself by fucking you so well and lovingly to the point of tears.

Never, in a million years, had he expected you to return these efforts. You kissed all his scars and held him softly when reassuring any doubts he had. That's when he truly and fully fell in love with you.

He can feel himself getting hotter with every passing image of your soft body bent in different positions and clad in delicate garments, if any.

The best for last, as always, and it's a picture of you kneeling in front of a mirror, completely nude. A picture of Simon in full military regalia is tapped to the mirror and it's surrounded by a bunch of hearts drawn on with lipstick.

His name is written under the picture in your handwriting, and he can see you holding a lipstick, in the middle of finishing another heart. His breath hitches just for a split second.

He swears he'll burn this photo into the back of his eyelids.

It shows him just how great and raw your love for him is, and it makes him all fuzzy on the inside. The text at the bottom finishes it all off, and he's actively holding back tears, overwhelmed by so many feelings for you.

Dear Husband,

We're flawed; but that's how I like us. You're you, and I'm me, and I wouldn't change it for the world. You've made me a better version of myself, and that makes me love you so much more. I'm so proud of you, Simmy.

Love,

Your wife

"Thank you, my love. Thank you for this, and for loving me and for everything you've done for me. I love you"

His words are soft and painfully honest as he gently sets the album aside. You've made him a better man. A better Simon. A happier Simon. A Simon that's slowly starting to heal.

It starts off with a soft kiss that slowly turns more desperate and needy to the point you're gently being pushed back onto the bed, your clothes are discarded, and Simon absolutely worships you. He kisses every inch he can reach and touching you in all the ways he knows you like.

And, yeah, Simon can be rough and fuck you stupid for hours, but tonight, he just wants to feel close to you, and make you feel as good as you make him feel by simply loving him. He's talking you through it, holding you while he makes sure you take every inch of his cock.

His strokes are slow and deep, just like his love for you, and he revels in the way your eyes roll back each time he slides into you to the hilt. The drag of his dick against your walls has you moaning and whining, and when he presses down on your pudgy lower belly to intensify the sensation, you're putty.

You two fuck the whole night like this, no matter how sensitive you are, you need to be close to each other.

And in the morning, he'll wake you up with his face buried in your pussy because he's out of his sappy mood and his only goal now is to absolutely ruin you.

♡

Bonus: I can totally see Simon giving his dad the biggest middle finger known to man all the way in hell when he's standing by the altar on your wedding day. It just screams: 'fuck you, stupidly bastard. Despite all you've done to me and my family, despite all that's happened, I've persevered. I've overcome it all. Look at me now.'

Right after he's smiling up at the sky, knowing that his mum and brother are watching and that they would've loved you just as much as he does <3

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I hope you enjoyed!! I love all my boys <3

(If you find any typos, it's 2.am. give me a break pls)

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viviennevermillion · 1 year

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flirting with them

notes: i present to you, the 3 absolute worst (best) people to flirt with: "cranky & in denial", "goes through a crisis when you compliment him" and "utterly confused but ready to marry you if you ask"

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contains: character x gn!reader, shameless flirting

characters included: rollo flamm, azul ashengrotto, malleus draconia

word count: 2.7k

warnings: glorious masquerade spoilers, enemies to lovers with rollo

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Listen, Rollo goes through enough of a crisis already over the fact that he likes you, one of those insufferable Night Raven College students who use magic so carelessly and gaze at it with wonder and excitement. But you flirting with him? He goes through all 5 stages of grief over that.

Up to the point where you start actively teasing him, Rollo does a good job at convincing himself that the reason he’s just particularly fixated on you of all the NRC students, is because he just hates you the most. Nevermind the way his heart skips a beat when you smile at him while touring the City of Flowers before he revealed his true colors to you. How you had invited him to sit with you and share some local food as you exchanged experiences and thoughts.

He tries to ignore the way his heart is beating faster when he sees you at the Masquerade Ball. He tells himself it’s likely just that he’s anxious about not having succeeded with his plan. He pushes down the idea of kissing you breathless and being held in your arms gently as you run your hands through his hair and kiss his forehead-

God, what am I thinking…they’re my enemy, he thinks to himself. With a hateful expression he makes his way over to you, determined to tell you how he’s not done yet and one day he’ll erase magic from this very world. That you’ll fear his name and- oh god you’re winking at him.

He’s blushing furiously but he still has that angry expression on his face, so it just looks a little like Riddle when it’s off with your head. His mind is going haywire though. They winked at me…oh no…oh fuck…abort immediately, he decides to just avoid you and glare at you from a distance but at this point it is too late. A certain hunter had already told you how Rollo had been staring at you this entire evening whenever you weren’t looking and that he “probably wanted to have a dance with you”

So you make your way over to him and ask him. His heart skips a beat and he wants to reject you and tell you off but what he wants even more is to indulge you and have a nice evening with you. “What makes you think I’d want to dance with you?”, he spits out and crosses his arms. Yeah. That’ll work. Good job, Rollo.

“I don’t know, you seem pretty desperate”, you shrug, trying to suppress a smirk. The AUDACITY, he thinks but can’t say anything in response, just taking your hand and starting to dance with you. He remains silent and you poke his cheek. “You can be so cute when you stop being cranky for two minutes”, you tease and he can feel his cheeks burning. At this point you’re well aware that he’s got a little crush on you, because against his own perception of things, he wasn’t exactly subtle.

He looks after you with rage written on his face and confusion in his heart as you and the other NRC students leave to head back to your own school. That’s all he can do. Watch you leave.

What did he care anyway? You were just an obnoxious magic enthusiast who-

He gazes in surprise upon the small rose that had been placed on his desk. It is definitely enchanted, has a soft glow and some of the petals are floating around it. There is a little note attached to it: Thank you for the dance, Rollo ♡ - Love, y/n.

He looks at the mirror in shock when he notices the soft smile on his face upon seeing your note. He hates magic so much. But maybe…maybe he could make an exception for you and you only.

Definitely rants to the gargoyles about how much he hates you and the way your eyes sparkle in the sun and how your laugh sounds like a thousand beautiful symphonies. Yeah he definitely hates you, no doubt.

He sometimes posts about school events on his Magicam and on pictures he’s on he tends to find little compliments from you. This makes his day every single time but god forbid anyone notices.

He eventually starts conversing with you over text, having quite a few long conversations and bonding despite how much he wants to deny it. You’re still flirting with him shamelessly and never miss out on wishing him a good night with a heart emoji attached. He sends one back once or twice, claiming his hand slipped on the keyboard.

When he sees you again, at the culture festival, he sits at the table with you and a couple of your friends. You ask him whether he is going to watch the VDC and he insists he sees no reason in watching a singing competition. “I mean we could always go backstage and kiss for a while if you’d prefer that”, you say nonchalantly and so casually, it makes Rollo choke on his drink. The other students at the table are definitely staring at you two and Rollo wishes he could merge with the ground at this moment.

He pulls you aside after the incident to a hallway where there’s no people. “What the hell did you think you were doing?”, he hisses at you and clutches onto his handkerchief until his knuckles turn white. “I apologize for putting you on the spot”, you say sincerely, “you look pretty when you’re flustered, though.” “Do you ever shut up?”, his breath hitches in his throat.

“If you take me up on my offer I would”, you wink at him and find yourself with Rollo’s lips on yours within seconds. As soon as he gets to kiss you, the very thing he had been longing for for months now, it’s like a switch flips in his brain. His kiss is fiery and aggressive at first but then melts into your touch just like he had wanted for so long, kissing you softly as he feels his hands shake. He feels you smile into the kiss upon noticing how gentle and loving he is now and Rollo holds onto you, resting his head against your shoulder breathlessly as soon as the kiss was over. Both of you remain silent for a while before Rollo speaks quietly, his voice shaking: “I love you.”

You chuckle and pat his head. “I know”, you kiss his forehead gently and he closes his eyes.

Rollo hated magic, he knew that much. But somehow every moment with you felt so magical and made him so happy…

Azul is used to people being mean to him and also to casual, neutral interactions but never has anyone been so blatantly verbally affectionate with him and this man doesn’t know how to handle it.

It all started when he had asked you to come to the Mostro Lounge VIP room as Valentine’s Day was getting closer, because several people had declared that they were ready to sign a contract with him if he could get them a date with you. So he presented the terms to you and offered you help in a class you were bad at. He didn’t think you’d accept so easily.

“So, let me get this straight, all I’d have to do for this is to go on a date with one of those guys involved in the whole contract thing with you?”, you raised an eyebrow and Azul nodded, extending his hand to you to seal the deal, as you had blatantly refused to sign a contract. But that didn’t matter. After all, he’d already get what he wanted from whoever you would pick to go on a date with. You shook his hand and Azul smiles at you. “Well then, shall I show you who was ready to make a contract with me for your company?”, he showed you his typical business smile and you just replied dryly. “That won’t be necessary. I’ve already picked.”

Azul was confused. “But you don’t even know who asked?”, he raised an eyebrow and threw Jade and Floyd a questioning glare. They didn’t seem to know what was going on either. “I said ‘someone involved in the whole contract thing’”, you reminded him, “do you have any plans on Friday?” Azul’s face fell. He was already blushing and glaring at the twins who were snickering quietly. “No?”, he croaked and pushed his glasses back with his eyes widened. “Great!”, you smiled at him and got up, waving him goodbye, “I’ll see you at 8 then? I’ll pick you up at Mostro Lounge!”

As soon as you had closed the door behind you, Jade and Floyd started wheezing uncontrollably. “What just happened?”, Jade asked under his breath, “did they just scam you into a date?” Azul’s expression darkened, as did his blush. “I DON’T KNOW WHAT JUST HAPPENED”, his voice cracked and he wanted to curl up in his octopus pot, “stop laughing.”

Once you've learnt of his past, you've become much more gentle and less teasing with your flirting. He deserved the reassurance that you were serious and genuinely liked him. You’d often tell him that you thought he looked nice when he wore a new outfit and complimented him for his achievements in class and his business strategies. You even went as far as to tell him that his octopus form probably looked cute. He just didn’t know what to do with you.

Upon being asked whether you were trying to make fun of him, you looked into his eyes with a serious expression and told him you meant everything you had said to him.

As he took you and your friends to the Atlantica Memorial Museum to return the elementary school photo, Grim was excited. “Maybe we’ll bring back some sort of treasure from the ocean!”, he exclaimed. “But we already have Azul”, you insisted and the octopus merman blushed immediately. “Please just stop”, he begged and sighed, although your words definitely made him feel good, “not in front of people…”

Over such a short time he had already learnt to expect your flirting. That didn’t mean it made him any less flustered.

Once you had returned the photo and had a moment alone with him, you took his hands into yours and told him you were proud of how far he had come. Azul squeezed your hand gently, a silent ‘thank you’ for the love and affection you were so ready to give to him after all of his hardships.

Malleus doesn’t actively recognize your flirting as such. Don’t get me wrong, he’s so on board with this and really flattered but until you tell him directly what you feel for him, he still assumes you just see him as a good friend.

“Shall I give you a blessing?”, he smirks as he asks you this question on your birthday. You cup his face gently. “You’re my blessing, Malleus”, you say with a soft smile on your face and Malleus looks at you with his signature surprised expression. Lilia chuckles, mumbling about how bold you are. Malleus is just awestruck. He doesn’t know what to say at first. He’s blushing and then takes your hands in his. “Thank you. I feel honored. It means a lot to me to hear that”, he says genuinely and his thumb brushes over your hand softly.

Malleus loves your little affections so much. He didn’t know how starved he was for them until he experienced them for the first time. He treasures so much how ready you are to speak your mind, especially when it comes to telling him how you feel about him. Little does he know that’s only a small part of how much you truly love him.

You were a little late to the Masquerade Ball during the student exchange meeting, eventually opening the big door to the entrance hall of Noble Bell College for your big entrance. Malleus spots you almost immediately, marveling at how beautiful you looked, dressed up for the occasion. Your eyes meet his across the hall and you make your way over to him straight away, taking his hand in yours. “I really like this song they’re playing right now. I think it’s time for our first dance of the evening”, you smirk at him, just waiting for him to follow you. Sebek is yelling at you how you could possibly have the audacity to not just assume you could dance with him but not even ask Prince Malleus Draconia ‘Would you please share a dance with me?’ first. But Malleus adores when you’re bold. After all this time of people being too afraid to even talk to him, he’s fascinated how assured you are to approach him with your wishes and requests with no hesitation.

“You seem quite determined”, he chuckles and leads you to the dancefloor. He’s absolutely relishing in the fact that you walked into this event dead-set on getting a dance with him, implying your upcoming dance wouldn’t be the last one that night either. It makes him feel so special. More than the treatment he receives from others as a prince does. Because it feels like you have seen right through him, accepted every part of him and decided you wanted all of it.

You dance through the evening with Malleus, telling him how much you liked the song he presented as a gift for the other students. “I could listen to your voice for hours”, you brush a strand of hair out of his face and Malleus leans into your touch. “I would gladly sing for you again. You need only ask”, he smirks.

You later stop by his room, knocking on the door softly. Malleus opens it, having taken off the heavier, pompous parts of his masquerade outfit; now only dressed in a pair of black pants and the see-through black shirt worn under the complex and ornate fabrics of the costume. His hair is slightly disheveled and he has his bangs pushed up, letting you see his dragon markings. Upon seeing you, he instantly smiles. “You look so beautiful”, you mouth, making Malleus chuckle and smirk at you. “So do you”, he insists. “I’m never going to overshadow the talking gargoyle but I’ve made peace with that”, you sigh and step into the room, Malleus closing the door behind you. He laughs at your comment, then gazes out of the window.

“The night in the City of Flowers seems to show a different expression than during the day”, he says and turns to you, seeing you smile at him with a mischievous expression, “that face…you are also interested?” His smirk matches yours now. “Malleus, what do you think I came here for at this hour, hmm?”, you chuckle, pulling out a map from your pocket, “so…you can teleport us out of Noble Bell College without being seen right?” Malleus puts his hands onto his hips. “Nothing easier than that.”

After you explored the city at night, you end up sitting at the roof of a tall building, looking down on the beautiful city. “I’m very glad I got to share these memories with you”, Malleus takes your hand in his again and you look into his eyes, cupping his cheek gently. “You’re so precious to me…you have no idea”, you mumble quietly, smiling at him fondly; filled with unconditional love. Malleus squeezes your hand and looks at you with the same expression. “I think I’m starting to understand”, he whispers as the sun rises on the horizon.

Malleus loves when you’re bold with your flirting, he loves when you show your teasing side and flatter him with a clever line. But he just as much craves the moments when you’re calm and serious, just smiling at him and letting him know how much he means to you, even if he doesn’t know yet whether you intend for it to be romantic or see him as a good friend. He treasures your affection and how you’re unafraid to give him your love and appreciation in a way no one ever has to him.

#twisted wonderland #malleus draconia x reader #malleus #malleus x reader #malleus draconia x you #twst x reader #malleus draconia #twisted wonderland x reader #malleus draconia headcanons #rollo flamm x reader #rollo flamm #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul x reader #rollo x reader #twst rollo #azul ashengrotto headcanons #azul ashengrotto x you #azul ashengrotto

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littlepputo · 6 months

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Can u write hb + hh characters comforting reader after they’ve had a bad day (pls add stolas in 💗)

-bmbbl4e

A/N: sorry if this took so long. I forced myself out of my writer block for this

Tw: none

Hb + Hh comforting their S/O after a bad day

Part 1 Part 2

Stolas:

I feel like Stolas would know right away. After you'd come home not giving him a "Good afternnoon" or a "How was your day".

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"S/O what's wrong" Stolas said after you had came home a frown on your face. You were clearly frustrated and he knew it. "I'm fine just had a bad day"

Stolas wasn't gonna push it any further, but he would try to find some way to make his S/O feel better.

Stolas would probably and most likely take his S/O to their favorite spot, watch a movie or cuddle.

In the end Stolas was find some way to make you feel better and forget about your horrible day.

➷♡➹♡➷♡➹♡➷♡➹♡➷♡➹♡➷♡➹♡➷♡➹♡➷♡➹

Asmodeus

As seen in every episode that he is in as of late we can tell that he cares about his lover(s). Asmodeus might be the embodiment of lust but when it comes to his S/O he's a very supportive man.

So when you come home with a scowl on your face he immediately asks what's wrong, it's just a natural reaction.

➷♡➹♡➷♡➹♡➷♡➹♡➷♡➹♡➷♡➹♡➷♡➹♡➷♡➹

"N/N, whats wrong why do you look so sad?" Asmodeus questioned you as you walked through the doors of your shared bedroom. A thud was heard, dropping your work bag on the floor and mumbling something about "a bad day". He of course had to make his special someone fell better.

If you're in a relationship with both Asmodeus and Fizzaroli, he'll probably ask Fizz for some jokes are something to make their parenter happy.

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Fizzaroli

I love him so much

Fizzaroli being an performer he would most probably pick up on his S/O if they were upset, something he picked up from doing his job.

Fizzaroli being the loveable clown/jester he is can't let his number one fan be be upset. So he's set it out as his job to make you his lover the happiest demon in hell.

If your in a relationship with both Fizzaroli and Asmodeus like I said before with Ozzie they would both do something to make you feel better about your horrible day so anything and I mean anything will do.

Wanna take a nap... Sure ect they'll baby like it's the last day in hell.

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

"How about we cuddle up on the bed?" The deep voice of Asmodeus picking you and Fizzaroli up into his hands.

"Or I could tell you some jokes you know my jokes always make you laugh" Adds in Fizzy as he holds you tightly brushing his hands through your hair as Ozzie walked down the hallway to the room you all share.

"A nap would be great" you said after Asmodeus made his way into the shared room walking over to the large heart shaped bed putting you and Fizzaroli on top of his chest so he doesn't squish the both of you.

In the end a little nap with your favorite demons helped out just fine, that doesn't mean they arent gonna pamper you making sure that this is the best day of your life.

A/N:thats all I could come up with characters Blitzo, Veroskia, Charlie and Angel dust will be added in part 2

#hazbin hotel x reader #x reader #stolas x reader #asmodeus x reader #fizzaroli x reader #helluva boss x reader #blitzo x reader

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chairwritexv · 8 months

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Fem Reader is another adopted kid silco took in (because young jinx insisted on it). The two are super close and deeply care for each other. During the statue scene she tells silco she'll offer herself up and take full blame for jinx if it means her sis stays safe and free. This way zaun is free, jinx is safe, and her dad finally gets his biggest wish. This is enough for silco to basically go "fuck that. You are my children and I will not give either of you away. Not even for Zaun. We'll think of something but I refuse to sacrifice either of you." And Jinx overhears all this.

the statue scene is when silco’s talking to vander’s statue, right? lol, my memory sucks…

tw ❦ angst

platonic ❦ romantic ❦ neutral

fandom ❦ arcane

character(s) ❦ silco, jinx

“is there anything so undoing as a daughter?” silco’d asked as he took a sip of alcohol. you’d peeked your head out of the shadows as you listened to your adoptive father’s conversation with vander’s statue, knowing what you had to do. “dad,” you said as you walked up to him, your hands swaying by your side. silco immediately turned to you, slightly startled. “Y/N.” you took a deep breath. “i’ll do it.” “what?” “i- i’ll offer myself to the enforcers, so that jinx will be safe and-” you were only halfway through your sentence when silco started shaking his head, standing up, but you didn’t notice as your eyes were closed and your head was down. “-and then zaun is free and you’ll have your biggest wish and-” “No.” at this you looked up, staring your adoptive father in the eyes. “but-” “No. i am not giving either of my children away, not even for zaun. i’ll figure something out but i am not losing you or jinx.” you stood there for a moment, unsure what to say before you tackled silco in a hug, almost knocking him over. he flinched, but hugged you back. neither of you noticed your blue-haired sister hiding in the shadows, having heard everything. ☽ 【┘】 ☾ "jiiinnnnxx,,” you dragged out your sister’s name as you called her, your feet dragging behind you as you entered her “lair”. however, the place was empty, much to your surprise. you looked around, making sure she wasn’t hiding to scare you as she’d done so many times before. “jinx?” which is when you noticed the note scribbled on the desk. “ not letting you sacrifice yourself for me n dad. luv you, tell dad i love him too ꨄ ” you cursed and ran out of the room, running as fast as you could all the way to the bridge connecting zaun and piltover. after reaching the bridge you immediately spotted jinx’s bright blue braided hair, and the enforcers surrounding her with their guns raised. “JINX!!” you yelled out, catching jinx’s attention as she turned to you, her eyes widening. “WAIT!!” you yelled out, coming in between jinx and the enforcers, half of whom now had their guns trained on you. “wait, she’s-” “Y/N, no-” “she’s just covering for me,” you spat out, still panting heavily from the long run. “it was me. i did everything. jinx was innocent, she did nothing wrong. she’s just covering.” and that was all the enforcers needed to hear. they handcuffed you and forced you away from jinx, dragging you toward piltover. you looked back at jinx with tears in your eyes, giving your sister one last smile.

hope you enjoyed! ♡ debating a part two lol

#chair writes #chair writes for arcane #jinx x reader #platonic arcane #jinx x sibling reader #jinx blurb #jinx imagines #arcane blurb #arcane imagines #silco blurb #silco imagines #silco x reader #silco scenario #jinx scenario #silco x child reader #arcane x reader

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6uppermoonsupremacy200 · 1 year

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✧ ✦ ☽︎How you met☾ ✦ ⚝ ✧ ✧

❧ ♡ Muzan kibutsuji ♡ ❧

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-You were a gardener and you were selling flowers and Muzan, who was searching for anything related to the blue spider lily, saw you there and decided to ask you if you knew anything about it.

-Most people don't know about it so you were surprised but also a bit suspicious as you knew the blue spider lily was special .

-You lied and said you didn't know and he said ok actually believing you only a bit tho.

-He soon heard you talking to someone about the blue spider lily.

-He got annoyed when he realized you lied.

-But he decided to come more to manipulate you

-He started coming more often and you guys would chat and do small talk more

-He became more comfortable with you.

-And he actually started to think after getting information about the blue spider lily he would turn you into a demon.

-You didn't tell him even after he asked again

-He soon realized you wouldn't tell him and he tried to kill you

-But he wasn't able to and he was confused.

-He soon started coming more as he felt more calm with you and more happier.

-He was confused but Douma and Daki explained to him when he said that by mistake

-He soon started freaking out and just started being more clingy and nicer

-He then invited you to a festival and explained how he was a demon and confessed and he even wore his best suit.

And now

You decide

Yes or no

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⚔︎ ✧˖ °☽︎Kokushibou☾ ✧˖ ⚔︎

-You are a demon and you were having a hard time with a slayer and they were close to killing you .

-But kokushibou who was walking around going to his mission and saw you decided to help you.

-You were Kinda surprised and were stunned.

-He saw you but he was walking away but you wanted to say thank you .

-He didn't hear your thank you…

–After a few days you were walking around the fortress when you saw him so you said thank you and you gave him an arm as a thank you .

-He was going to decline or say a rude comment but he felt the need to take it so he did.

-And so when you saw him you would always talk to him.

-And he never pushed you away

-All the uppermoons would look at you like you were crazy as he never was rude or insulted you.

-He even trained you so you could be strong

-But he soon felt more calm and happier

-But few characters like him would push their emotions away(A very bad habit)

-But he felt himself being more attracted to you and he puts the points and realizes he loves you

-He then still starts to push down the emotions but you always make him come back .

-He soon decided to try as it was getting annoying

-He soon invites you to a cliff a with a river and a good view

-He confesses as he wanted to end these feelings

-So now you decide yes

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☃❄Doma❄☃

-You were a Female merchant and you were traveling for a few days but you were close to finishing your food supply

-But you were lucky to find the eternal paradise cult .

-You started to trade and talk to the other people there and you became famous.

-Soon doma heard about you from his followers and got interested as there were very few female merchants.

-He visited you one time and to him you were so nice and kind .

-He then visited you more and more and soon you fell in love.

-But that was short cut as you saw him eating a dead body……

-But you asked him if you can have a bite.

-He was very confused and you had to tell him you were a demon.(I took you by surprise, right reader.)

-When you explained him you were a demon he looked at you and just said i love you and you were like “ok wait whatttt”

-Though he did get you flowers and hairpin and then confessed to you again.

-But now do you accept it or not…

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❄🏀A̶k̶a̶z̶a̶🏀❄

-You owned a bakery and you made very good snacks that even Muzan knew about and he came here often .

-He told the Kizuki and other demons to not harm you as he was a good friend to you.

-Akaza who was strolling around the forest smelled your foods scent and he assumed it was a marechi but when he came he saw it was your food

-He thought you were asleep so he tried taking the food to test what's so good about it .

-But you were awake and when you saw him you did the only thing you knew to do…

-You threw your shoe at him….

-Yeah he explained why he was here so you gave him a mochi and he loved it .

-He came back almost everyday and started to talk and usually eats

a few snacks .

-Soon he starts feeling weird and his heart beats faster when you're with him.

-While confused on this Akaza mistakenly says this to Douma and Douma said he was in love with you

-He then remembers people getting gifts or confessing with some gift.

-So starts buying s̶t̶e̶a̶l̶i̶n̶g̶ for you and giving you hairpins , kimonos and jewelry

-He soon decides to confess to you

-But while doing so he heard about a firework show and he felt like it was right so he invited you to it .

-While the fireworks were about to come in he confessed.

-He even gave you your favorite flowers .

-So you can now decide yes or no?...

✰BONUS✧

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A string of a biwa was heard as Akaza was teleported into the infinity fortress he bowed as the king of demons Muzan said.

“Akaza it seems you have been visited by a woman, a baker perhaps .”

Akaza widens his eyes as his thoughts of you getting hurt goes in his mind…Muzan then says ‘Akaza you better treat Y/N right or i would make you have the most worst punishment” Akaza soon nods his head and says “Yes my lord”

-Yeah next night he goes to you and asks how did you know Muzan and you explained you were good friends with him

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🧪Gyutaro𓌴

-You were a person who played the koto for people and you were good friends with Daki (You didn't know she was a demon) often playing music for her etc.

-So one day she decided to confess she was a demon and you surprised her by saying that you were calm with it and you still be her friend.

-So when you accepted it she made you meet her brother

-And gyutaro was interested as Daki talked about you and told you were nice and cool.

-When he met you he thought you would be mean and Daki had to assure him you would like him

-He thought you would insult or something but you called him cool and you treated him nicely.

-And the more he hanged around with you the more he felt happier

-He now promises to protect you at all costs except for Daki’s case but she thinks you're her bestie so it's fine.

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♡💎Daki💎♥

-You worked at the red light district and you met Daki

-She was really mean to you as you were really pretty and she was a bit annoyed.

-But you were so nice and never grew annoyed of her and you were loved by everyone in the district.

-She soon became way nice to you and she became way less mean and more nicer to others but still keeping that tough exterior.

-She even started getting you jewelry or calling you the 2nd most beautiful person other than her.

-But by mistake when you were walking somewhere you saw Daki with her Brother and you were surprised but you accepted it saying it was their way to live

-Daki was extremely surprised.

-One day she pulled you with the obi and was like if you decline i will kill you.

-You accepted but told she could have confessed a bit nicer you told her.

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somber-sapphic · 11 months

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Hi!! Long time lurker here. I love your stuff, it’s just so warm and comforting!! Was wondering if you could maybe do a fic about someone getting sick and being a bit over dramatic about it, and her caretaker isn’t taking her seriously, is being sarcastic, is poking fun at them, etc… until she actually takes her temperature and realize she has way more than a little cold. I’m not picky about the characters, so please do whoever you feel is best suited if you choose to do this prompt!! -💕

Dead On Your Feet

〖Notes: It's wonderful to hear from you! I chose Natasha as our caretaker, I hope you love it ♡ 〗

〖Summary: Maybe if you had been less dramatic she would've believed you.〗

〖Word Count: 1450 〗

〖Pairing: natasha x reader〗

☾Masterlists☽

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“I’m dying.” You announced, dropping your chin onto Natasha’s shoulder. She rolled her eyes in the mirror and smirked, giving you a look that clearly said that she didn’t believe you.

“I’m sure you are my dear. What kind of flowers would you like at your funeral?” She joked, applying sunscreen to her pale cheeks. The woman could go outside on a cloudy day and come back in with a raging sunburn. Her skincare routine always included sunscreen, even on days when she would only be outside for a few minutes.

“Natty, I’m serious, I really don’t feel good.” You pouted, sniffling pathetically. She just sighed and turned, smearing a bit of sunscreen on your nose. You scrunched up your face in protest and pawed at your reddening nose.

“You can’t get out of a run that easily. Go get changed, we’re leaving in ten.” Damnit. The run. She had been pestering you to go on a run with her for weeks now and you had finally agreed just to get her off of your back.

The only time you ran was when you were forced into it by Cap or Tony for ‘team bonding’. How a bunch of sweaty superheroes torturing their bodies counted as ‘bonding’ you had no idea.

Of course, she didn’t believe you, she thought that you were just trying to get out of what would probably end up being a five-mile run. With a quiet sigh and a rough cough, you went back into the bedroom and pulled out leggings and a T-shirt, mentally preparing yourself for something that you really didn't want to do.

You trudged outside where you found Nat waiting for you by the trails, stretching the muscles in her legs in preparation. She was bouncing on the balls of her feet, a wide grin on her face. Her expression melted your heart and made you feel slightly guilty.

All that you wanted to do was make this woman happy and on any other day you would’ve felt even a little bit excited to do this with her upon seeing her so full of joy. Today though you were breathing hard after the short walk, your lungs ordering you to sit the hell down and take some medicine.

Your head had begun to swim, the beginnings of a fever making itself known. What had started as mild congestion had turned into a constantly runny nose that no amount of sniffling helped to clear. You sniffled nonetheless, unwilling to just let it drip.

“Ready to do this?” She asked, reaching over to squeeze your hand. You squeezed back, but you weren’t sure what to say. You were definitely not ready to do this, but refusing seemed sort of mean.

You opened your mouth to respond, but what came out was a fit of chest-rattling coughs that bent you at the waist. The assassin rested a hand on your back while you coughed, but she didn’t seem to think that the fit was a huge deal.

“Wow, you’re really milking it, huh?” She grumbled once you’d straightened up, one eyebrow raised in mild annoyance. You felt your cheeks flush, but you were beginning to get frustrated.

“I'm not milking anything, could we just get this over with?” You growled in return, your voice husky and weak. Natasha said something under her breath in Russian and turned away to start running down the trail. You huffed and followed her, breaking into a slow jog.

Keeping up with her proved absolutely impossible. Even on a good day, she was fast and you were decidedly not. That fact was made worse by what was definitely a developing fever and the congestion filling your sinuses. There was no breathing through your nose anymore, just harsh wheezing through your mouth, each breath grating against your raw throat.

The two of you had been running for about ten minutes before you had to stop, your body crying out as it begged you to rest. You slowed to a walk and stumbled into a tree, beginning to cough heavily into your elbow.

It wasn’t the kind of cough that one got with a tickle in their throat, no it was harsh, wet, and completely exhausting. It shook your bones and made your head spin. You took a gasping breath, your lungs finally relaxing.

Natasha was standing a few feet ahead, her posture tense and her bright emerald eyes were full of concern. She took a few hesitant steps toward you, but you waved her off, still annoyed with her lack of care earlier.

“I told you I didn’t feel well.” You snarked your voice barely a rasp. She looked a bit butthurt at that comment but didn’t let that get the best of her. Without a word the assassin stalked over to you and pressed the palm of her hand against your forehead, her eyes widening at whatever she felt there.

“Holy shit.” She breathed, her expression melting into one of pure worry. She cupped your cheeks between calloused hands and brushed away a tear that had escaped your eye during the coughing fit.

You wanted to make another snarky comment but the telltale prickle in your sinuses force you to turn away so that you could sneeze (three fucking times) into your elbow. When you looked back up your eyes were full of even more tears and your nose was running. There wasn’t a dry spot left on your sleeve and your nose was still drippy after wiping it.

Natasha stuffed a hand into her pocket and produced a napkin. You went to take it from her but she proceeded to clean you up, muttering under her breath about how stupid she was. When she pulled away she stuffed the gross napkin back into her pocket, offering you a gentle smile.

“I’m so sorry Y/n. I should’ve listened to you. I shouldn’t have dragged you out here today.” She apologized, her voice riddled with guilt. You sniffled tiredly and shrugged, too tired to care anymore. All you wanted was to go home, but the idea of making your way back home made you feel even worse.

“Should’ve just ignored you and gone back to sleep.” She chuckled quietly and kissed your warm forehead, grimacing slightly at the heat radiating from you. She was absolutely horrified with herself for not listening to you and was sure that later she would be beating herself up instead of sleeping, but for now, she needed to help you.

“Can I carry you?” Wait, was she being serious? Did she want to carry you? You had no doubt that she could do it, but you were surprised that it was being offered. The shock on your face must’ve been evident because she had that look on her face that said you were gaping at her like an idiot.

“You look dead on your feet, let me give you a piggyback. I won’t tell anyone.” The redhead teased gently, bringing her typical humor to what could be considered a heavy situation. You sniffled and rubbed your bleary eyes, muffling another quiet cough into your shoulder.

“Whatever you want. I can walk.” Natasha spun around and you clambered up onto her back, feeling a bit childish and silly. Then you realized that you just didn’t have the energy to care. You wrapped your arms around her neck and put your head down on her shoulder, your eyes slipping closed almost immediately.

When you emerged from your dream of floating in the ocean, staring at a sky full of stars, you were no longer on Natasha’s back, instead, you were laying in a soft bed, wearing totally different clothes, and there was a cool cloth resting against your forehead.

Natasha lay beside you, her fingers tangled up in your hair as she very gently pulled her nails against your scalp in a way that always soothed you to sleep. A smile slid onto your lips and you shifted slightly, turning so that you could get closer to your beautiful girlfriend.

“You awake?” She murmured, keeping her voice low just in case you were still sleeping.

“Nope.” You replied, muffling a cough into the blanket. Natasha hummed and readjusted the cloth on your forehead, smiling as you sighed in pleasure. It was cool and it felt so, so nice.

“Alright, baby. When you wake up we’ll get you something to eat.” You made an incoherent sound in response, but she decided to assume that it meant okay. She would be right of course, you would do anything for the woman who you loved and you knew that she would do anything for you. Overall, dying wasn’t so bad.

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yeetusdabussy · 2 years

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୨♡୧‿୨˚̣̣̣͙୧How they eat it୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿୨♡୧

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❦Foul Language,Smut,Dirty talk,

namecalling,fingering,face sitting,Oral(Female

and male receiving), 69, and more.❦

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(ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡Gojo,Nanami,and Sakuna.

(ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡Reno and Cloud.

(ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡Special Guest.

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୨♡୧Gojo୨♡୧

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He's messy, sloppy, and flat out rude munching on ya folds like a crackhead at Popeye's, mans is drowning under you and he isn't complaining. Gojo has no shame, he could be eating you out anywhere if you give him the chance. Office? Sure. Janitors closet? Hell yeah! Cafeteria?! HOT DIGGITY DAWG! Sliding his long fingers in and out of your puss all while teasingly licking your puckering hole just to hear your surprised gasp. His tongue pushing flat against your clit before slurping it up between his lips, sucking on the delicious Pearl and swirling his tongue around it. He's getting it all on his chin and neck, shit even up his nose, he don't care!

"Mmm- fuck look at that~ I wish you could see what I see down here princess. Its a beautiful scenery." He knows what he's doing, saying stupid shit to embarrass you while you sit on his face. He looks like a drunk! His chain and lips wet with slick, hair all fucked up, a lopsided smile on his face too. "Move those hips. I got all night, I'm not stopping until your squirting."

୨♡୧Nanami୨♡୧

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He's between your legs a lot during sex. Mostly uses it as foreplay to get you ready for his cock, he knows he's big and well he doesn't want to hurt you. So here you're,folded like a omelette while he eats you out. Lightly suckling on your clit, Kento takes his time to bring you to your high. Feeling your thighs shake under his hold as he kept you in a mating press. You don't know how many times you've came but boy oh boy is he thirsty today. Having you in a mating press after a hard day just to eat you out for hours and seeing you cry in overstimulation sounds a lot better than sleep.( `ิิ∇´ิ)

"baby girl, I can't taste you properly if you keep trying to run. Just enjoy yourself." His warm breath hitting your soppy wet cunt, your legs tremble in his hold. Its not the most comfortable position but the way your husband's tongue lapped at your cunt so passionately made your head spin. "cumming again?~"

❦ Sukuna❦

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Oh boy, well....um....he has three mouths idfk what else you want me to say. He has a lot of fucking stamina, he's a fucking king of curses. He's not getting lock jaw, he's not gonna suffocate if you sit on him. Man's was built to kill, and pleasure women....probably to death too but that's besides the point, he's not gonna do that to you though. You're his sweet little human/Sorcerer. Slurping and suckling on your folds teasingly before bring his hand mouth directly on your clit. Having his arm looped around your waist from the back. Oh and he's NASTY about it too, mans is eating yo shit from the back for gods sake! I'm not saying he eats groceries hell nah....... Nah he eats booty.

"Haha you look like a fucking mess. Can't even keep yourself up, just laying in your own filth." He's so mean, so so so mean but he can't help it. Not when he can get you like this, Upper body laid out and your ass in the air. You yelped at the sudden slap he landed on your ass. "hey! Are you listening? Of course you aren't you're much too brain dead yeah baby?~"

❦ Reno ❦

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PAHAHAHA! What the fuck? Mans is goofy, probably slap ya puss and tell you to bark. He doesn't care, its reno! He has no shame after all, who is gonna stop him? Reno ain't no punk bitch after all, and he ain't no bitch to pussy. He'll have you against his office wall, one leg over his shoulder while kneeling in front of you. All you can hear is sweet chuckles and coos from him. Teasing you all while thumbing your clit to overstimulation, he just loves your clit too. CLIT MONSTER HE IS! Mans is always pawing at it because he knows every single time he will get a reaction out of you regardless.

"Damn, such a slut getting off in my office just from my thumb and mouth? Desperate." Hr chuckles darkly, warm breath hitting your thighs as he removes his thumb from your clit and replaces it with his tongue. Sucking on it, flicking it with his tongue, oh and can't forget the FingerJutsu combo work going on down there. "Taste so good baby~ And only for me okay baby?~" he knows you can't answer him....such a dick.

❦Cloud❦

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Such a cinnamon roll, I fucking love this man! But anyways, he's gentle and does what you ask. He's more of a Service puppy after all, he wants to please you, but why are you so nasty? Yeah..YOU! Lil'nastiee 69 drives this man crazy. And you always suggest it since he's always pleasuring you, and you want to return the favor after all. Him spreading your cheeks to get better access to your pussy, cheek dark red as your juices drip from his chin and onto his pecs. Moaning into your sweet puss as you sucked him off to heaven. TOES CURLING BABY ...TOES ARE CURLING LOOORDT.

"D-Doll, w-wait please. Don't wanna cu-" he was cut off by a groan and swallows his saliva thickly. "S-such a trouble maker fuck~" And you don't care, not when his sweet groans fills the bedroom y'all share. You moaned around his cock once he shoves his tongue inside you and wiggled it. Groaning into it, you felt his hips buck up against your mouth. Oh boy here comes the mess!

❦ DIO ❦

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How the fuck we end up here? Well shit aye I'm not complaining and so aren't you because you're taking one for the team. Because He's cruel, biting your inner thigh to get a reaction out of you. Or keeping you on edge when he grazes his fangs across your clit. You better be lucky he's even letting you enjoy this, he's not the type to eat women out. He gets his pleasure and go. But you aren't any woman, you're his sweet little human/poser. He'll even do thus thing where if you been out for a long time, he'll help take your shoes off and kiss your ankle all the way up to your crotch area and cup it aggressively.

Squelching noises is all that could be heard in your shared living room next to the fireplace. Your moans filled the empty air and Dio was enjoying every last bit of it. His thick fingers entering in and out of you, making long stripes on your clit while looking you dead in the eyes. He knows that YOU know not to look away from him. "you're so loud, not like I'm complaining, but what would we ever do if one of the maids saw us~."

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moonlit-horrors · 1 year

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Hello! Could you possibly do jealous! Billy loomis x reader? Like Stu and Reader are talking to Steve during his shift at the Movie rental, similar to the scene in the first movie. And maybe Steve starts getting a little flirty and handsy towards the reader once Stu walks away to find and bring Billy back over to Steve and the reader. Sorry if this is bad or doesn’t make sense- this is my first time requesting anyone

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　Billy's Jealous　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

⊹ฺ Requested by a lovely Anon! ♡

⊹ฺ Characters: Billy Loomis (Scream 1996)

⊹ฺ Contains: Swearing; Billy being semi-intimidating; Jealous Billy; Set before Scream; Gender neutral! Reader (They/Them used); SFW; 652 words

⊹ฺ Note: I hope you enjoy, sorry for the wait! I also wasn't sure if you actually meant Steve (as in Casey's boyfriend), or Randy, but I just kind of assumed Randy. If I was wrong, please let me know and I can fix it. ♡

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(Y/N) rolled their eyes at Randy who stood between Blockbuster's movie racks and the bullshit leaving his mouth.

What Randy thought he would accomplish by rattling off everything that sucked about (Y/N)'s favorite horror movie to Stu was lost on them, because it was doing nothing but annoying them. None of Randy's criticisms held any substance and the teasing smirk on his face that bordered on cocky. If anything, while (Y/N) had never exactly been clingy toward their boyfriend, they found themselves wishing Billy were still standing close by. (Y/N)'s lips set themselves into a frown, their eyes looking toward Stu for the briefest second. The eye contact they made felt like it was good enough to get their point across. Even though (Y/N) silently asked for it, they felt annoyed dread pool in their stomach as Stu walked away, barely excusing himself.

Randy reminded (Y/N) of a little boy. He was exactly how the adults in their life described boys with a crush to be; annoying, slightly aggressive, and very antagonistic. Upon making that realization, (Y/N) hoped that Randy wouldn't annoy them as much since they had an understanding. Unfortunately for (Y/N), they were wrong. "You know, Tatum was right every time she told you to shut up."

Randy just scoffed in amusement. "Yeah?"

(Y/N) glared at him and crossed their arms. "Yeah." They turned away from him, passing their gaze over the movies, hoping the Meeks boy would go away and actually do his job. These days it seemed like it was too much to ask of him. Randy was already fired once, his superiors should do it again sooner or later. Even though they weren't showing Randy any attention, he continued to talk and talk.

Strong arms wrapped themselves around (Y/N)'s body, pulling them close. They nearly screamed until they opened their eyes, seeing Randy in front of them. (Y/N) let out a breath. It was just Billy.

"Randy, what do you think you're doing?" Billy's voice was low next to (Y/N)'s ear. "Does my baby look like they care about what bullshit you have to say?" Billy's tone was threatening, and (Y/N) felt as though they could listen to him talk like that for ages. (Y/N) felt protected, warm, and admittedly a little flustered.

Randy's eyes widened slightly, and (Y/N) watched as he tensed up. They laughed a little, relaxing into Billy's chest. "N- No." Randy answered, his voice nearly shaking.

"No what?" Billy asks, moving to step toward Randy. Billy still had an arm around (Y/N)'s shoulder, but they knew it could be only a matter of seconds before they were out of Billy's arms and there would be nothing they could do about it.

Randy seemed to hesitate before answering, as though he were incapable of restating Billy's question. Fear seemed to have choked the boy up. (Y/N) bit back a laugh. After his most recent bout of making an ass of himself, (Y/N) couldn't find themselves feeling any kind of guilt at seeing Randy uncomfortable. (Y/N) reached up to hold Billy's hand with their hand from the opposite arm.

"No, your b-" Randy quickly changed his wording. Whether it was to save himself or not, they weren't sure. "(Y/N) doesn't care about any of the shit that I have to say." Randy's response came out rushed and he had put emphasis on (Y/N)'s name, further solidifying the idea of him trying to save his own ass at this point.

"Right." Billy mockingly grinned, showing teeth. (Y/N) felt a dopey smile creep onto their face as Billy moved away from Randy and back to where he was before. "So, why don't you go do your job." It wasn't a question or request. "Don't wanna get fired again, right?"

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suupaamomohime · 9 months

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TF141 w/ a chubby girl♡

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A/N: I'm definitely all for "fictional characters don't have a type bc YOU are their type." But I dreamt of Johnny, and he was obsessed with tummies, so I had to write something <3

~Fi 🐝

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Kyle "Gaz" Garrick ♡

Kyle is such a cutie, I can't. First of all, he's always smiling like an idiot when it comes to you. Whether he's talking about you, admiring you or if your name is even just mentioned.

He's the biggest gentleman the world has ever seen!! Especially when you first start dating. He's holding all the doors for you, bringing you flowers and complimenting you every chance he gets. No, seriously, he will drown you in praises and compliments until you either tell him to stop before you overheat, or when you're such a flustered mess that he can't help but grin proudly at the affect he has on you.

He's the best boyfriend ever and you can quote me on that!!

Kyle is so, so gentle with you. Whether that's touches or how he talks to you. He's head over heels for you. I feel like he'd move in with you very fast. He just needs to be near you. Not necessarily in a touchy way like John, but only sitting next to you while either of you do your own thing makes him happy.

On a particularly good day, he lets out his teasing side. Kyle whistles at you or lovingly cat-calls you from across the living room. He's always making comments about your body when he's like this, telling you how hot you are. He will get touchy if you need more convincing.

Tightly wrapping his arms around your waist and jokingly poking your tummy while placing soft kisses on your cheek and down your neck.

On a lazy day when the two of you are just lounging in bed, he rests his chin on your thighs and shimmies your shirt up to your waist so he can trace any stretch marks you have on your stomach. He's just gently brushing the tip of his finger over them, mesmerized by how they seem to shimmer.

He definitely calls you his little Tiger as a cute nickname. Not only do you have the stripes, but you're fierce and strong, and he loves that about you. I'm not even kidding when I tell you he would trace your stretch marks for literal hours.

That's until you feel him stop, look down, only to see him having fallen asleep with his hands on your lower back.

If you ever feel sad or uncomfortable in your own skin, he'll take your hands and guide you in front of a mirror with him right behind you. Kyle would ask you to tell him all the things that bother you or that you don't think are pretty, and he'd tell you how he sees all those things.

They make you so uniquely you, so of course he loves them. Each one of your insecurities will get a little soft kiss from him, and sometimes, he shares some of his insecurities with you to show you that you're not alone.

Although, I don't think he has many physical insecurities (if any tbh) so you can't kiss them, but his lips and face will have to do. He's such a comforting personality. He'd be one of the best people to go to about things like this. He's not as radical in his methods as John, but they work just as well.

Kyle takes you out on cute dates all the time. Like at least once a week. It's his way of showing you off to other people. It's definitely more discreet than John, (he's learned a lot from his Captain/Friend) but he's always looking if other people whip their heads around and gasp in awe at how cute of a couple you are.

He takes pride in his relationship with you. He was positively beaming when an older couple came up to you and commented on how well of a match you were and that they were like that too when they were younger.

And when the old lady tells you what a beautiful young lady you are, you take the compliment with confidence, earning a squeeze from Kyle's hand in yours. He's so happy and proud of how far you've come.

And the boyfriend of the year award goes to... Kyle "Gaz" Garrick <3

Captain John Price ♡

John has a chubby wife in every universe and you can not and will not change my mind (chubby chaser Price *cough* *cough*). He's the perfect candidate for a bigger girl, are you kidding me???

He loves wholly and truthfully, and he will show you just how much he adores you if you ever doubt him.

He's just such a man, you know? He loves REAL women. Rolls, stretch marks, cellulite, body hair, scars. He's there for all of it. John loves nothing more than to come home to you. You're his home. You feel him sigh, and his shoulders slack every time he returns and hoists you into his arms. If he could merge with you and always be enveloped by your warmth and softness, he would.

Besides, he's got some huge hands, so he needs something to grab on to!

John is so incredibly touchy when he comes home from deployment. It might not seem like it with his stoic Captain facade, but he needs to have his hands on you whenever he can. He's always holding your hand, a hand on your cheek, squeezing your thigh, an arm slung over your shoulders, tracing patterns on your upper arm.

We all know he's built like an absolute wall of a man, and he will just snatch you away from whatever you were doing and plop you down in his lap just to hold you close. The comfort of your weight on his chest always makes him feel safe.

He loves to do this when he has reports to finish. John gets to hear you talk again, and he listens while he writes the reports and finishes off file after file.

In my mind, he loves to read, especially something like murder mysteries (add ten points if they have something historical in them) and, yeah, the couch is fine but he never reads more comfortably than when he has his head resting on your thighs, the best pillow in the house in his opinion, and holding your hand.

John is such a kiss fanatic. This goes along with his need to hold and touch you all the time (he's reassuring himself that you're safe and that you're the one thing he didn't fail to protect) he has his lips on your skin as much as he can. It doesn't even need to be a full kiss. His lips grazing over your neck or the back of your hand has him content as ever.

He would definitely be the best at reassuring you if you ever feel insecure about your body. He never lies and keeps this word. You have no choice but to believe him that you're the image of a carefully chiseled marble statue.

I feel like maybe he'd get a bit cheesy with his analogies, but he can't have you thinking less of yourself. It makes him sad, truthfully. He loves you with all that he is, and he will make you believe it and prove it to you.

John has definitely fallen on his knees before you and talked a solid half hour about how beautiful you are, that he loves every pound on you and that he would ask you to marry him over and over and over again.

The way he would show you off so much. He'd dress you in sparkly dresses and jewelery and just watch with a smirk as jaws fall to the floor and eyes widen when the pair of you attends an event.

He definitely polishes up his wedding ring 2 times a day just in case someone got the idea to hit on him, he can flash the ring and then follow it with a wide smile and a picture of you.

He loves how your softness and plumpness is such a nice contrast to his rugged and hardened edges.

You take care of him, and he takes care of you. And the curve of your tummy makes him smile when he remembers that you're home and shielded from everything he's seen.

You're John Price's sanctuary, his cushiony paradise, and he'll love you forever <3

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish ♡

Soap loves when you're wearing a (his) shirt, and it stretches over the outline of your tummy. The dip of your belly button and the curve of your soft pudge (I literally dreamt this. Not even kidding, he would NOT shut up about it. Best dream of my life) He gets weak in the knees.

You better be quick because when he sees that, this man will squish his face into your tummy so fast.

Johnny bites, too. Softly, of course, but he will gently gnaw and nibble on the fat of your stomach to his hearts content. If he was a cat, he'd be purring so loud that the walls shake.

He can't help it. You're so soft and squishy and lovable!! Soap loves to knead and grab at your body, just watching some of your chub spill through his fingers. He definitely gets cuteness aggression when it comes to you, pinching your cheeks (both pairs, hehe) and hugging you so tightly while gritting compliments through his teeth.

Basically, he loves you so much that he could explode.

Johnny wants you to drape over him like a blanket. Like a warm, soft, comforting blanket that gives him kisses. He actually gets a small crisis sometimes because he can't decide whether he wants you to sleep on top of him, or if he wants to bury his face in your tummy and knock out in 2 minutes.

If he chooses the latter, his snores vibrate softly into your skin. It's an odd feeling at first, but now it gives you comfort, knowing that he's alive and breathing. Because he does not care for that when he's face down in tummy-heaven and you have to pry him away to take a breath.

Johnny loves to have his hands on your hips. You're his stressball at this point. He'll always fiddle with a part of you. But your hips will forever be his favorite. He can grab handfuls of you and feel so much of you.

He will slide his hands past the sides of your panties and just hold your hips, your underwear, keeping them in place so nicely. Johnny will gently pinch the fat of your hips sometimes, just to see your reaction. It has him grinning like the cheshire cat, the cheeky bastard.

He thinks you're so pretty. Like so, so, so, so, so pretty. Johnny stares at you with heart eyes, a lovesick smile, and occasionally a dreamy sigh slips out. He can't help himself. You're so beautiful and perfect and his. You've definitely caught him pumping his fist in the air when he thinks you're not looking because he's so happy that he's yours.

Will brag about you so hard. To anyone and everyone. No one is safe. Not even the old lady in the shop he helped get something from a shelf. He's pulling up pictures on his phone or the one he particularly likes, of which he has a solid copy in his wallet.

He's so in love with you and your softness, it's insane.

One thing about Soap? He loves a good challenge. You come at him with that "I'm too heavy!" Bullshit Or you feel bad about being a bigger girl and you're already lifted off the ground while angry scottish rambling hits your ears. The absolute disbelief on his face when you even imply that you're not attractive or not his caliber. He will not have any of it!! You're perfect. He won't argue with you.

You wanna be manhandled? He'll manhandle you, sweetheart. Always carefully and lovingly, he would never, ever want to hurt you (even if you asked him to, bless his soul, he can't bring himself to do it). You're too precious to him! You wanna be carried like a princess? Say less, Bonnie, he's carrying you like a QUEEN.

Johnny is so strong. Like so fucking strong (I literally saw a video of Neil rep deadlifting 405, kill me now) and he will use it for and against you!!

Maybe you're being a little stupid (whatever that may entail for you personally lmao) and he's grabbing you and carrying you across the room.

Again, he loves the challenge. He'll push himself that little bit further when he trains in the gym and not only does he look good, but the surprise on your face when he comes back and suddenly he's strong enough to throw you over his shoulder?? So worth it.

The weight of you is the weight of your love, and Johnny MacTavish wants to be crushed by it.

Simon "Ghost" Riley ♡

Upon meeting you, Simon does not care what your body looks like. Like at all. It's your personality that absolutely captivates him, and he feels himself drawn to you constantly.

Simon acknowledges that you're attractive, but he could really care less if you're big or small. He values different things. Simon is a deeply troubled man, so the way you love and trust is way more important to him than physical appearance.

That's not to say he doesn't notice the benefits he gets from having a chubby girlfriend over time. He's in love with you, period. Once that happens, there's no going back. The longer you're together, the more obsessed he gets with you and your soft body and curves.

You fit like puzzle pieces, like you were made to heal all his aches and cure all his ailments. He's not too keen on physical touch at first, but he becomes a fucking maniac for you. It's even more than with John, Simon always has you with him.

No matter where he needs to go, you're coming with him. And if it's some military thing and they say you can't come? He's not going. You're not going, he's not going. Easy.

You two always manage to mesmerize people. How ever did you, a soft little thing, get this behemoth of a man so soft?

Although only very few get to see Simon be an absolute sap. He would do absolutely anything for you. You're his deity, and he's a devoted follower, willing to give his soul to you. I feel like he's very lost sometimes, he doesn't know his place or purpose in the world. You give him a purpose.

Simon makes it his goal to come back to you each time. Adjusting back to civilian life is difficult for him, but you helped him find some methods and tasks that make it just that little bit easier.

He loves it when you cook him food. Simon eats a lot, and no offense to the Cook on base or the MRE's, but your food is just his personal heaven. Even if you can't cook many things, he appreciates it all.

He's very much a man of few words but meaningful actions. So, when you do something nice for him, he feels so loved. Words don't mean that much to him purely because of the amount of liars he's met, but when you do something, no matter how small, he engulfes you in a hug and presses his lips to your forehead.

You've helped him become a better version of himself simply by loving him, and he will forever be grateful to you.

When Simon finds you prodding and poking at yourself while staring in the mirror with a crease between your brows, he knows he has to do something.

He pulls you into his lap and gently holds your cheek while telling you how amazing and gorgeous you are. As I said before, he's not a man of many words, so this means a great deal coming from him. Simon loves everything about you. There are no flaws in his eyes. And yes, that does include the rolls of fat on your body and all the chub that comes with it. (let's be real, no matter how big you are, Simon could carry you with ease)

You're so soft. He uses you as his personal teddy bear. He holds you close to his chest, and he has never slept better than when you were pressed against him.

I also think he’d be the perfect man for a chubby girl because he doesn't need to be as afraid of breaking you. He's very rough, and you're so fragile to him. He's assured that you won't fall apart if he just as much as look at you.

Again, big hands, that fit perfectly on the curve of your tummy.

Simon loves taking baths with you. The intimacy and closeness combined with the warm water and gentle scents has his muscle relaxing like never before. He found that you're even softer when your wet bodies are smushed against each other.

Simon Riley is infatuated with you and your extra pounds make it that little bit better in his eyes <3

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There's still so much more I could add, I love these boys to death <3

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somnambulant-seraphim · 9 months

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.⋆·₊˚·₊˚·☽ Here's Moon! <|:^) ☾·˚₊·˚₊·⋆｡

I've always been a fan of the FNAF series as a whole, but the Daycare Attendant from FNAF: Security Breach easily became one of my favourite characters.

I've always enjoyed sun and moon motifs and astronomy themes, as well as circuses, clowns and jesters, so I naturally loved their design and characterization. Though I have a soft spot for the sleepy, nighttime, moon and stars theme.

So I decided to make my own moon plush! I used colours and materials I already had, and obviously didn't make them completely accurate, so it's more my own take on their design.

I'm very proud of how they turned out!!! ଘ(୨୧ᵕᴗᵕ) <3

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

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ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Angel

𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧

𝙏𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨

𝙂𝙤𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡 🏹🤍

✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡

About The Writer

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┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ✯ currently writing for avatar and atwow

┊ ┊ ┊ ✯ Sol/18/Virgo/NYC

┊ ┊ ✯ art and film student

┊ ✯ Zuni, Apache, and Afro Latina

✯ mixed-native and supporting ICWA.

I’m currently living in the US but I’ve kinda lived all over.

The last place I lived was New Zealand, and I travel a lot with my partner who studies cultural architecture.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚Fun facts about me!

☆ My real name is Solana. Soleil and Sol are both nicknames.

☆ I have two cats, one named Bora, and another named Trudy (after the avatar 2009 character), and one Havanese dog named Lilo.

☆ I speak French, Spanish, and English.

☆ I study art and film, specifically story structure and cinematography.

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✮I write for any gender x any gender reader inserts.

☽ y/n will most likely be poc coded.

R U L E S A N D D E T A I L S

Favorite tropes: (I’m not urging anyone to suggest these. I just love writing them)

FORBIDDEN ROMANCE! ( will die on this hill)

Friends to lovers

Enemies to lovers

“Oh fuck. Oh no I love them” type shii

More to come soon.

General rules:

Nsfw is aloud but nothing crazy. (By that I’m not calling any of anyone’s kinks “crazy” what I mean like super, super intense bdsm, knife play, gun play, blood kinks, incest, stepcest, (let’s just say anything ending in ‘cest’ is a no.) and everything MUST be consensual.)

I’m a bit hesitant about writing human x na’vi nsfw and I probably won’t write human reader x na’vi fluff. It’s just I have a hard time visually imagining a human and a na’vi having sex without an avatar body. I am not against the idea in any way, but the general concept does throw me off a bit (I always imagine some type of detrimental injury occurring bc we are so smol compared to na’vi)

In all, I’m not the biggest fan of writing for a human reader, and will probably turn down requests for a human x Na’vi fic.

I will however, absolutely write for avatar reader x na’vi character of any sort! Or even a half-human half na’vi reader or some kind of biracial na’vi? (I’ve seen that concept a few times in the fandom an it’s honestly so much fun)

I do allow things like comfort for self harm, abuse, traumatic experiences, racism, etc. but these things will never be romanticized.

Y/n won’t have a name. Sorry, I just don’t see the point in x reader if the reader has a name. I will always refer to them as Y/n.

I write for a female reader for the most part but please, if you want any other pronouns please let me know in your request.

Y/n will always be of any size! That includes plus size or on the skinnier size. If you would like me to specify that in your request let me know.

I do age up my characters. If you don’t like it you can head out.

T H E H E A V E N S

Details:

Each character has their own sky object or natural phenomenon.

Works and fics are found underneath the collages.

(important!

This master list is not fisnined yet. Not all characters have an image yet.)

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Kiri Sully-

“And Kiri, a mysterious creation. Who’s heart beats with the rhythm of eywa’s pulse. Who’s eyes longed for otherness.

Things that grew beyond the edge of her grasp. Beautifully out of place.”

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼

Sky object: crepuscular rays, Neptune 🌀

Works:

None, currently.

Lo’ak Sully

“Lo’ak was an anarchist of his own recklessness. His gaze grazed with fire unapologetically unable to sit still.

Sometimes the smoke and ash become a haze of intangible adrenaline. preservations for one’s safety wither away under the charred sky.”

Sky object:

Mars

Rainstorms

Works:

None currently.

Neteyam sully

Sky object:

Golden hour

Sun rays

Works:

Diphanous part 1

Diphanous part 2

Virago Series:

Chapter 1. Day the sky turned red

Chapter 2. The son sun made out of stone.

Chapter 3 trilogy (Virago):

(Chapter 3 of virago was too long so it’s split into these 3 parts.)

1. Cupid wears a blindfold

2. Aim your arrow at his heart as he holds it out for you to ruin.

3. Surrender to his saubade, he has set his soul and sin ablaze (to be yours)

More characters coming soon!

#avatar the way of water #neteyam x reader #jake avatar #neteyam sully #neteyam #neytiri #kiri sully #avatar fanfiction #lo’ak x reader #neteyam x you

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