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ALL MINE

🖇️ in which your drunk best friend turns into something more, perhaps?

🖇️ request from a lovely anon! had to wreck my brain on how to write it haha. send in an ask to lmk how i did!

🖇️ warnings: 18+ MDNI !! this is an nsfw work. its also 3.1k words long...

🖇️ lando norris x reader

It’s nearly two a.m. when you get woken up by a spam of messages from none other than your best friend, Lando.

Lando: Heeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyy

Lando: Could uou please come pcik me up?

Lando: I’n a bit drunk hahaha

You giggle at his misspelt messages and type up a quick reply as you tug on a sweatshirt and sweatpants.

You: Yeah, where are you?

Lando: You jnow the club with the huge dj table? The one I love?

You: Be there in 10.

Lando: thank youuuuu ❤️

It’s a little silly how a red heart emoji is making you blush. Lando’s always been affectionate over text and in real life, so it's really nothing new. But, what definitely is new, are the feelings you have for him.

It took you three years of friendship to realise that Lando makes you feel happier and more loved than any of your ex-boyfriends ever did. He was there for you during all the break-ups and comforted you by delivering roses to your house every week. And he still does.

You look over at this week’s bouquet of roses on the bedside table of the hotel and smile at the note. ‘Much love, Lando.’ It reads, with the sloppiest yet cutest heart you could imagine drawn underneath it.

Lando’s always been affectionate, but maybe more so when it comes to you.

Everyone else on the grid noticed the way he looked at you and he never denied it when they asked if he liked you more than just a friend. You’d sit in a corner of the garage, tucked away from all the chaos of the mechanics and the roaring engines, but you’d still watch the races intensely. And, he’d be lying if he said that he wasn't doing better with you there.

When you’re on the paddock, it's almost like you’re Lando’s good luck charm. He ends up getting high spots on the pole each time you join him on the races and watch from the side. Or maybe it was the thought that when he finished the races, you'd be there waiting for him with your arms wide open to embrace him in a hug that felt like it wasn't platonic at all. Neither of you are sure if it was.

The cold night air hits your cheeks as soon as you leave your car. Maybe it wasn't the best decision to wear sweats to a club, but it's not like you’d be there for long. You text Lando that you’re there and wait for him to read the message, but he doesn't. You text Oscar, he replies in an instant.

You: Hey, are you at the club with Lando?

Oscar: Yes, he’s been whining for you. Are you here?

You: Yeah, I’m outside the club actually. Could you please ask him to come outside?

Oscar: Give him 5 minutes to gather his stuff.

You: Alright, thank you.

You nervously clutch your phone in your hand as you lean against your car. Something feels different about tonight. Sure, you were at the race and saw him kick ass out there. Maybe it was the fact that he placed fifth and was beating himself up for it.

Back at the hotel, before he left for the club, he was ranting to you about everything he could’ve done differently.

“I’m stupid,” he sighed, sitting down on the bed next to you and placing his head in his hands. “Could’ve been P3.”

“Hey,” you softly caressed his back as you spoke. “You were amazing out there, truly. It wouldn't take a genius to notice the potential you have. This year just wasn't your year, you’ll do better next season.”

By the end of your speech, Lando had pulled you into his lap and softly caressed your hair as you played with his. “You’re right.” He smiled, fondly. “I’ll do better next season, because I have such an amazing girl like you by my side, hm?” He softly caressed your cheek and you nodded, smiling at him.

Your thoughts get cut off by the sound of Lando and Oscar talking as they leave the club. “Mate, I’m fineeee,” you heard Lando speak. He had an arm around Oscar’s shoulders to keep steady, yet was practically carried by Oscar the whole time.

“No, you’re not, you can barely walk.” You see Oscar roll his eyes as he helps Lando get to you. When Lando’s glossy eyes land on you, he grins.

“Y/N!” He exclaims, wrapping his arms around you. You reciprocate the hug, wrapping your arms around his neck and inhaling the familiar scent of your best friend. As intoxicating as it is, you manage to pull away slightly. “Why didn't you come inside? Max was downing shots like craaaazyyyyy”

“Maybe next time,” you laugh.

Lando pulls away and turns to Oscar. “This guy,” he points to him, causing a confused look on Oscar’s face. “He’s the real champ.” Lando laughs, wobbling over to Oscar. “Great job, mate. I’m very jealous and upset, but you did so great.”

“You also did really great, Lando.” Oscar smiles at Lando, “McLaren said you’ve had a great impact on the team.”

“Aw, really?” Lando grins and it warms your heart. “That’s so sweet. Listen, I will catch you later, I got a pretty girl I gotta get to, alright?”

Oscar nods and locks eyes with you, noticing the slight blush on your face at Lando’s words. “Alright, mate. Night.” He says to the both of you.

“Night, Oscar,” you and Lando reply in union and he laughs. You open the passenger door for him and he gets in, but instead of buckling up, he just sits there. “Buckle up, Lan.”

“Sleepy,” is all he says. You roll your eyes and smile at his laziness before reaching over and buckling him up. You have to try your best and ignore how his face is so close to your neck, and how you’re so close to his neck. The button-up he wore today was half-way to being fully unbuttoned and the mere glimpse of his exposed chest made you weak in the knees. “You smell nice.”

“Thanks, Lan.” You smile and start the car, driving back towards the hotel. There’s an unexpected silence in the car and you can feel Lando’s gaze on you. After looking at the rear-view mirror and seeing just how red he made you, you pray he’s too drunk to tell.

You feel his gentle tug on the sleeve of your sweatshirt. “This mine?”

You look down and realise you did, in fact, put on Lando’s sweatshirt instead of your own. “Oh, shit. Yeah, sorry. Probably mixed yours up with mine.”

“No, it's alright,” he hums. “Looks better on you. I like you in my clothes.”

You’re sure that if Lando wasn't wasted right now, he’d be giving you so much shit for being a flustered mess. But you can't help it when he’s being so sweet to you.

The hotel comes into view and you look over at Lando. He was already looking at you. “We’re here.”

He unfastens his seatbelt and opens the door, before making his way around the car to open your door. Even though he’s drunk, he remembers the little things he does for you. You’ve told him multiple times that he doesn't have to do that, you’re fully capable of opening your own door, but he persists.

Lando’s hand reaches out to help you get out of the car and the warmth of his palm in yours sends sparks through your body. He seems to notice it, but says nothing about it. Yet you notice the slight smirk on his face.

He seems to be less drunk than when he was with Oscar. He walks just fine without needing to support himself on you, but regardless, he wraps an arm around your waist and leads you into the hotel.

“Don’t you need help walking?” You laugh, slightly, as you remind him of what he was like only ten minutes ago.

“Nope,” Lando shrugs, reciprocating the smile on your lips. “Had to pretend to be very wasted so I’d have a reason to leave. I’m still a little tipsy, though.”

“And Oscar bought it?”

Lando can't help but laugh at the memory of Oscar practically dragging him out of the club. “Yeah, apparently he’s very gullible.”

You smile, looking at Lando’s face and studying every feature. The moles on his cheek and neck have always been your favourite feature of his. You love drawing shapes on his skin, as if you were connecting the dots. And that smile of his... The sight of it made you melt.

The elevator dings at your floor and Lando leads both of you towards your room. For some reason, you grow nervous. You’re nervous that this affection won’t be there when he sobers up in the morning, so you’re dreading every second until you go to sleep.

“Did you like the roses?” He asks, setting his stuff down on his bedside table.

You look over at him and smile. “Loved them. Thank you.”

“No need,” he’s quick to shut down your thanks. “I told you, you deserve it.”

“Yeah, but you’ve been sending me roses every week for months now,” you tug off your sweatshirt and get dressed for bed. Lando watches. “I don't do things like that for you, it makes me feel like it's unfair.”

“It's not unfair,” he lays down in the bed, watching as you carefully take off his sweats and place them in your suitcase. “It’s what friends do.”

“Is it?” You ask with a small smirk, getting into the bed. “Do friends also share a bed?”

“If it's cheaper, yeah.” He references the prices of the hotel and how expensive it would’ve been if you had gotten a room with two beds instead of one.

You look at him with a soft smile. “You’re rich enough to afford a bigger hotel room.”

“Are you complaining about sharing a bed?” Lando raises a brow, playfully. You shake your head. “Alright, then come here,” he raises his arm and invites you to cuddle with him. Again, not the first time you’ve done that, but something about this time feels different.

There’s something different about you when you lay your head on his chest and something different about him when he wraps his arm around you. It’s a lot more gentle. Maybe more loving?

Lando wonders the same. “Do you think friends cuddle?”

You can tell it's his tipsiness talking, but still, you reply. “Yeah, all the time.”

You feel his chest rise with a sigh. Lando’s not sure what he wants you to say. Maybe he’s looking for a reason not to be platonic with you. Maybe he’s looking for things that you two do that aren't considered platonic. Though, many would consider this not platonic. The way he’s wrapped around you is incredibly loving, if anything.

Neither of you are sure when you started doing not-so-platonic platonic things, but you’ve been enjoying it. The occasional nicknames, forehead kisses, hugs that last longer than they should, cuddles, longing stares across a crowded room.

Somehow, you always manage to find each other, even in a sea of others.

“Lando,” you look up at him and notice he was already looking at you. You’re not sure what you want to say to him. There’s so much to say, yet so little comes to mind. One look at him and all your thoughts, even the most coherent ones, become a jumbled mess.

Lando presses a kiss into your hairline. “Hm?”

You don't answer for a while. The hand that was resting draped across his torso slowly trails up to his jaw. Your fingers trace his jawbone and trail up to his moles, playing connect the dots with each and every one of them. Lando’s breathing became more jagged when your thumb traced his bottom lip.

As your hand cups the right side of his jaw, you ask.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please.”

That’s all that it took. The soft plea that left Lando’s soft lips urged you to gently place your own against his. You don't move at first. He doesn't either. Your lips stay touching but neither of you move, either too scared of being pushy or too scared to take it too far.

Lando’s the first one to initiate any movement. His lips start moving against yours and your lips copy. It doesn't take long for you to find a good rhythm. Everyone always says you two were made for each other, and this was the moment you realised it’s true.

Your fingers tangle in his hair and his hands travel to your waist. There’s nothing awkward about this, you somehow already know what to do and how to act in a way that’s far from your usual ‘platonic’ acts.

When you softly tug on his hair as you deepen the kiss, Lando whimpers into your mouth and it might be your favourite sound. “Touch me,” he says, under his breath.

Your hand trails down from his hair, down his back, making sure to softly caress it as it reaches the hemline of his boxers. Your hand softly runs over his side, making his skin erupt in goosebumps. “Still ticklish, Norris?” You smile against his lips.

“Mhm,” he replies, his hands pulling your hips to roll against his. You feel his erection pressing onto your pelvis, making the ache in the pit of your stomach worse. “Now stop teasing me.”

The hunger in his voice makes you quicken your movements. You place your hand over his clothed erection and when you wrap your hand around it, a small moan leaves his lips. You’ve barely touched him, yet he’s a moaning mess in your hands.

Your lips press onto his harsher as you begin palming him through his boxers. There’s barely any stimulation happening to his cock, but the mere thought of you being the one to touch him like this, makes him more sensitive to any kind of physical contact with you. He wants to savour and feel every last ounce of your attention tonight, because he’s not sure what this means for your friendship afterwards.

You wrap your hand around his cock and apply some pressure when you stroke him. He’s a moaning mess, softly whimpering as you bite his bottom lip. It takes a few more strokes until you can tell he’s close, so you pull away.

Lando’s confused eyes lock with yours only to realise you’re unclasping your bra and tugging off your panties. He does the same and drops his boxers on the floor, his erection hitting his abdomen with a soft slap. It’s almost like Lando can read your mind when he lays on his back and places his hands on your waist as you sit on his thighs, not daring to take him.

“You scared?” He asks, softly. You knew he had some length, but it didn't seem that long through swimming trunks or boxers. Not to mention the intimidating combo of length and girth Lando seems to be blessed with. When you nod, he slowly flips you over to lay on your back. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

He places a small kiss on your forehead and you feel his hand reaching down to your pussy, a finger slipping between the folds. “So wet for me.” Lando mumbles against your lips. You feel him lining the tip up with your entrance, but he doesn't move it past that.

Lando keeps it there as he softly kisses you, his lips trailing your jaw, neck, collarbone. He leaves small bites and hickeys, earning enough moans from you to last him months of remembering this moment for when he needs you again.

When you whimper into Lando’s mouth, your hips jolting closer to what you want, Lando smirks. “You want it, hm? You want me to fuck you dumb, pretty girl?”

“Mhm,” you mumble against his lips. “Please.”

You feel him pushing his cock into you, the size of it stretching your walls in a way you couldn't have ever imagined. A slow moan leaves your lips and he’s only halfway in.

“Taking me so well, aren't you?” He kisses your neck, licking a spot before softly sinking his teeth into your tender skin. It hurts but fuck, does it feel good. Lando pushes his whole length into you with a short thrust and you gasp at the sudden feeling of him hitting your cervix.

“Lando,” you call out when he slowly pulls out and slowly thrusts back in. “Fuck.”

“You can take it, baby,” he mumbles against your lips, as he pulls out slowly again. This time, his thrust is more aggressive. You feel him slowly speeding up, your moans only increasing in frequency. The shape of his cock and the way he stretches your walls makes your mind go dizzy.

Lando trails kisses down your chest, placing as many hickeys as possible. He wants to make sure you remember tonight. He wants to make sure both of you have a reminder of what happened for days to come.

“Such a good girl,” he lowly hums into your neck, resting his head against your shoulder as his tongue swirls and licks the skin between your collar and jaw. “Pretty pussy all stretched out for me.”

“Fuck,” you squeeze your eyelids shut at the new feeling Lando praising you.

“You like that?” He smirks against your jaw. “Does my pretty girl like praise?”

“Say that again,” you urge him, your hands frantically moving from his hair to his jaw to pull him in for a sloppy kiss. “Tell me I’m yours.”

“You’re mine, baby,” he kisses your lips, his thrusts beginning to turn sloppy. “All mine.”

“All yours,” you affirm against his lips, feeling your own orgasm approaching. “Fuck, Lando. Keep going.”

“You gonna come for me, huh, baby?” He says between his strained moans, his hips slapping against yours as both of you nearing your highs. “C’mon.”

“I’m about to-” your sentence is cut off by a loud moan when Lando’s hand slips between your bodies to find your clit. He starts rubbing the throbbing bud in circles, applying pressure from time to time.

“I’m right there with you, baby, let go.” He kisses you again and again, slowly slipping away to nuzzle his head into your shoulder when both of you moan in pleasure. You feel his warmth spread inside you and he’s sure he’s never felt anything like this before.

He thrusts the cum into you before pulling out and flopping on his back. Both of you are a sweaty mess, still kissing. After a short while, Lando gets up to go get a towel and clean both of you up, and you change the sheets before laying back down.

“So…” your head rests on his chest when you begin to talk. You look up at him, worry slowly filling up your system.. “Still glad you left the party?”

Lando laughs. “There's no place I’d rather be.”

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sweetadonisbutbetter · 25 days

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Good day to you, I adore your stories and it would be interesting to read fan fiction about the Hotel Hazbin Adam×Reader | woman| as Adam's third wife who is pregnant with his child, what will be his actions before birth and after, if it seems strange to you, then you can not write or not respond to my request, I will not be offended💗) Have a nice day/evening Sorry for my bad English, I'm Spanish;^

RAHHH THANK UOU SMM ☹️☹️ it’s not strange to me i would love to write this 😁😁 also yr english is perfect!!! i will write this as if they were in heaven, so it’s a little more shocking, and it will be a mix of a fic and headcanons

New Life, even after Death | Adam x AFAB!Pregnant!Reader

Relationship: Romantic Warnings: MENTIONS OF (PAST) ABUSE!! it is a brief mention and doesn't carry much weight but it is there regardless. Mentions of pregancy and birth, light NSFW, Adam being Adam

You needed to check if your eyes were seeing things correctly, or if you needed glasses. After all, there wasn’t any way that you were seeing two lines. You stared at it for a moment, unsure of what to do. After a moment, you snapped out of it before hurriedly grabbing the other test that sat on the counter and using it.

Now you had 7 tests in front of you, all with two pink lines on the little screen. You were holding the last one, waiting with anticipation to see what it would say. However, you knew what it was going to say, the previous ones had the same response. You had to face the reality that you were pregnant.

You are pregnant.

You were wracking your brain as to how this could be possible. You were in the afterlife, there was no way you could be pregnant. Not that you weren't overjoyed, you were elated. In life, you had trouble conceiving, much to your disappointment. It seemed that your husband at the time was also disappointed, killing you after your nth attempt and nothing to show for it. In your final moment, you couldn't help but feel a bit relieved, thankful that you had never had children with that man, in fear that he would do the same to them. After passing with no biological children of your own, you had grown to accept that you wouldn't ever have any.

When you first entered heaven, you were uneasy with how many children's souls there were. However, with time, you grew to enjoy the company of them. Playing with them while on your way to places or when you had the time, before either you had to leave or they were called out too. It warmed your heart and helped heal that small part of you that mourned never having kids. It helped you strive to be better and to experience the joys of being a mother. It was also how you had met your current husband, Adam.

You have no idea how it happened; one moment one of the children was introducing you to the first man, next thing you know, you were walking down the aisle with him standing at the end. You weren't one to complain, he was so sweet and patient with you. He was the first one you told your past to, from your childhood to your trouble conceiving, to even your terrible first husband. He held you tight as you cried and recounted the last half of your life. In turn, he told you of his life on earth. His life was like being married twice, and raising his kids and ancestors. His favorite pastime was watching humanity, the small acts of kindness from one person to another.

Of course, he had his faults, he was human. He would mock and laugh when people did stupid things. When someone he saw as not worth his time, he was known to wave them off without much thought. He would get angry over the smallest of things, and throw small tantrums when he didn't go away. Ever clingy when there was another male, in fear of losing you much like he did both of Lilith and Eve. You could list all his faults and flaws, yes, however, you could also list his virtues.

All in all, you loved your husband and knew that he loved you in return. It seemed that now, you both would have something to love just as much. You dragged yourself out of your thoughts as you looked down at the test, seeing that it had the results.

You stood in the bathroom that you shared with Adam, holding the final pregnancy test as it showed the same results; the same two pink lines that repeated over each test. Overwhelmed at the prospect of having a child now, you fell to your knees as tears began to build up in your eyes. You were going to have a baby.

A baby.

The thought became overwhelming and you sank into a full-on sob. There you were on your shared bathroom floor, crying like a baby as your wings were wrapped around you, doing your best to soothe yourself. Clutching the pregnancy test to your chest, you hunched over so that your stomach was touching your knees. You were so happy, so sad, so confused at the whole thing that once you finished crying, you just sat there for a while, staring at the wall. You were so out of it that you didn’t hear the knocking at the door or someone walking in.

“Hey sorry to barge in but Adam is looking for yo-oh.” A voice snapped you out. You turn to the voice and see Lute, still fresh in her exterminator outfit. Once she gets a good look at your face, she tenses for a moment, before dropping her weapon and rushing to your side. “Hey- is..is everything alright? What happened?”

Unable to say anything, you pull the test away from your chest, showing Lute. She took a moment, looking at you weirdly before taking it. After a while, her eyes widened as she turned to you.

“How?” She questioned, to which you could only sob-laugh in response. She didn’t say anything, just looking at the test that was still in her hands. You both sat there on the floor for a while, before another voice rang out in the house.

“Hey, sugar tits. I’m home.” Shuffling came from the front of the house as you and Lute shot up, looking at one another. Both of you scramble to your feet and leave the bathroom, grabbing all the numerous tests and taking the one from Lute. “Damn. Where the fuck is she? She normally runs to greet me.”

Lute picks up her weapon and leaves the bathroom first. She hesitates for a moment, looking back at you with a twinge of concern, to which you nod, assuring her to go ahead.

“Go ahead. I just…need to gather my bearings first.” She nods and leaves. As she leaves, you hear Adam begin to question her. Now alone in the bathroom once more for a few moments, you do your best to make it look like you weren’t sobbing your eyes out and figure out how to tell him.

You can’t help but think of his reaction. Would he be happy? Upset? You couldn’t fathom the idea of him getting upset, recounting his stories of when he took care of his firstborn. The fondness that was not only in his tone but also in his face showed that he did enjoy being a father. However, it had been over a millennia since he took care of a baby. Would he even want kids? You shake the thought and take in a deep, albeit shaky, breath. Leaving the bathroom and going to the front of your home, there you saw Adam. He stood by the front door, his mask removed and looking entirely bored of the conversation he was currently having with Lute. His eyes lazily move across the room before they land on you, he seemingly brightens before ignoring Lute and running to you. He grabs you by your side, spinning you before pulling you into a kiss.

Startled by his reaction at first, it took you a moment before you returned the kiss. Placing one arm is thrown over his shoulder while the other flies to his hair, gripping it. You make sure to keep the test firm in your grasp and not drop any. Feeling him smirk into the kiss, he begins to nip at your lip, attempting to deepen the kiss. You hear Lute clear her throat, stopping both you and Adam from furthering the kiss. Adam smacks his teeth in annoyance, looking at Lute.

“What? Can’t you see I am greeting my beautiful wife?” He says, squeezing you a little closer to him. Lute rolls her eyes before looking at you at the hand that had 7 tests back to you. You don’t say anything but instead smile softly at her, assuring her she can leave. She nods to you, taking her leave. With Lute gone, Adam smirks, before looking at you and snuggling his face into your neck. Giggling at the feeling of his stubble tickling your cheek, you pull him away by his hair. He grunts softly, the tug not too painful for him. You spend a moment looking at him, smiling at the look of your husband as you swear he has hearts in his eyes. You opened your mouth with the intent to greet him, however it seemed that your voice didn’t agree with what you wanted.

“I’m pregnant.”

Once again, it takes a moment before Adam responded.

“What?”

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He passes out lol

He was not expecting that information after coming back from an extermination

Once he wakes up, you hand him the various tests, all showing that you are indeed pregnant

Very confused as to how you are pregnant like you both are dead? nothing should be working as it would

You both go to the seraphim and ask if they know what is going on

They don't lol

If anything, they are the MOST confused as to how this is happening

After the initial confusion, Adam is overjoyed to be a father again!

Literally tells everyone he talks to in any manner

"HEY FUCKFACE I GOT MY WIFE PREGNANT!" "Adam. That's the mailman." "HE NEEDS TO KNOW-" "Sweetie, no-"

In other words, word spreads fast.

Before you know it, all of heaven is literally congratulating you when you step out of your house

A lot of glaring at Adam, who just smiles and acts all innocent

Now that he knows, say bye-bye to independence.

Of course, he will give you space when you need it, but if you don't say anything he is most definitely hovering over you.

In your first trimester, he isn't as clingy, actually the most laid back throughout the entirety of your pregnancy.

Second and Third are his worst phases, never leaving your side at ALL- literally walked into the women's restroom after you (you promptly kicked him out, stating you just needed to piss)

When you start to show, he coos at your stomach, touches it, and sings rock songs to it.

Also will get you clothing that pronounces your pregnant belly

sure he would get you loose, more comfortable clothing too, but literally is so obsessed with your belly

Compliments you all the time, rubs you from head to toe when you ask

Coaxes and reassures you that he loves you, even as your body changes

Speaking of body changing: boobs

He will grow more obsessed with your boobs as they grow bigger from the milk

Will ask you numerous times throughout and post-pregnancy if he can drink from them

Kinda won’t stop until you cave, he just wants to try it so bad. The last time he dealt with a pregnant woman, was Eve and at that time he didn’t even know it was an OPTION. so seriously heaven-bent on trying it

His other kids, the ones he had with Eve, are elated to have a new half-sibling.

Because of this, when you throw a parent shower (You and Adam elected to be surprised for the gender), you gain a ton of stuff. Somehow got 3 strollers, a huge chunk of clothing for about the first 1.5 years of the baby's life, and a lot of toys.

The seraphims even went and gave you a personal gift for you and you alone.

Even with all the preparation, when your water broke, Adam was NOT prepared in the slightest.

Panicked and forgot all the important stuff while you were hunched over, holding your tummy as you waited to be fully dilated.

You had a private room to yourself to give birth, Adam by your side the whole time, a worried look on his face. He remembered when Eve gave birth, the pain and fear on her face mirrored that of yours.

However, in the end, everything was alright.

After squeezing the life out of Adam’s hand, most likely cutting off all circulation in it, you gave birth to a little girl.

Adam was beyond elated, loving his little girl so much even though she was covered in vernix, blood, and mucus.

Having mainly sons, anytime his daughters just existed in front of him, he couldn’t help but be elated at their existence.

Couldn’t wait to hold his daughter and feel her tiny hand wrapped around his finger

Not that he wasn’t checking up on you the whole time, he was.

When the doctor and nurses who helped deliver his daughter whisked her away to clean her, his attention was solely on you

Murmuring against your skin, telling you how great you did, how lovely of a job you did, and overall praising you and making sure you were okay.

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“She’s okay?” You say, panting and entirely exhausted. He nodded and kissed your forehead.

“She is perfectly fine. What about you mamas? How are you?” He asked, wiping the hair that clung to your sweaty forehead. You could only nod as you tried to catch your breath. He smiles, relieved that you are okay.

You both stay there for a while while waiting for the doctor to come back. While waiting, you can’t help but think of how surreal this all was. You were finally having your baby, after your whole living life of wanting one, praying, and getting nothing in return. But now? You were watching the door for the doctor or nurse to walk in at any moment with your little girl, as your husband held your hand and stroked your hair.

Eventually, a nurse entered the room, with a small bundle of pink and purple. Adam stayed by your side as the nurse made his way to your side, handing your baby to you.

“She is perfectly healthy. Just wanting mom at the moment.” He says before leaving you, your daughter, and Adam. Holding her in your arms was a type of bliss you couldn’t help but tear up over. Here she was, your joy, the love of your life, your world, planet, and stars. Tears slip out as you kiss her forehead, the feeling of her wispy hair tickling your lips.

“She looks like you.” Adam softly says after a moment. You look at him and see he has the look of utter softness and love on his face. You smile in return, tears still running down your cheek.

“What? She just came out? I don’t think she looks like anyone just yet.” You say as Adam presses his hand against your cheek, wiping away some of your tears with his thumb.

“I know. But if she is anything like you, I just know she is going to light up the whole afterlife.”

You sob a little more, putting your hand over his and close your eyes.

“How did I get so lucky?”

“I think I am the one that got lucky,” Adam says, causing you to open your eyes. He leans in to peck you on the lips, you lean in turn. After the kiss, you rest your foreheads against one another, relishing in the bliss of the moment. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

RAHH AND THATS IT!!! I HOPE U ENJOYED IT ANON AND ANYONE WHO READ THIS FAR-

i went into this not an adam lover, and i came out one as his no. 1 fan. i love writing characters i wouldn't normally. lets me think about them more than i normally do LOLL I wanted it end it off on the sweet note, so if there is more that was wanted i apologize but regardless, i loved loved lovedd writing this super soft and fluffy

i just checked my word count how is this almost 3k words what the hell

#hazbin hotel x reader #adam x reader #adam x pregnant reader #☾adoniswrites #anon ask #anon request

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brrrridgette · 3 months

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OH MY GOD UOU WERE ONE OF MY FAVOURITE ARTISTS YEARS AGO BUT I LOST UR ACCOUNT OH MY GOD I FOUND UR ART ON INSTA FIRST AND WHEN I LEFT I LOST UR ART BUT NOW I FOUND U AGAIN OMFG 😭😭🤏🤏🤏 I LOVE UR ART SM sorry this ask box is probs for requests but just letting U know u shaped me as an artist love ur art

THANK YOU SO MUCH that makes me so happy to hear 🙁🙁 ik u didn’t req anything but i saw u like c!tntduo so

#tntduo #quackity #wilbur soot #dsmp #dream smp

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spaceagebachelormann · 1 year

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This can probably be with any version of Shaggy so do what you will 😎

Shaggy x gn!reader who has crow brain and gives Shaggy little rocks/shiny things because they like him but are too shy to say it straight out.

Cue jealous Fred: “…Why don’t I get any cool rocks :(…”

shaggy rogers with a reader who brings him things.

-> ft. shaggy rogers.

-> warnings. none!

-> mars thoughts. i kinda just merged all the shaggys together so it’s not a specific version!! been waiting for a request for him for forever now <3 divider by @/benkeibear

-> links. m.list || scooby doo m.list || nav.

okay so he’s not the brightest

he doesn’t realize you’re giving him the stuff as a way to show him you like him

even though daph and velma have hinted it like several times

he’s a little dumb <3

when you give him a rock or something he’s like “uh. thanks!”

and he puts everything you give him on a shelf in his room! <3

lets say daphne is coming to your aid on trying to show him that you like him so like she comes to his house and sees the shelf and her heart is racing cause of how cute that is and she asks him “why do you think they give you these?” and he’s like “idk but i love it”

she was so close to shaking him and screaming

anyways moving on

after awhile he starts bringing you things back!! like pennies, rocks, shiny stuff he found on the floor

and it melts your heart

and it starts to become a little trade you guys do everyday

like you’ll be sitting in the back of the mystery machine together and you’ll shyly hand him a butterfly pin

and he’ll hand you something like. idk a quarter?

and daphne turns around in the middle of y’all doing it

and she’s like “awww! you give eachother stuff! that’s so cute!”

she’s your guys #1 supporter

anyways this is where fred gets jealous

he starts pouting in the front seat like “they don’t give me any cool rocks or anything :(”

daphne lovingly hits him and whispers “THEY DONT HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU FRED.”

and just like that it all clicks in fred’s head and he starts helping daphne get you guys together

i feel like after a little while shaggy starts to actually realize that you’re only giving him stuff and not anyone else

and he tells scooby about it first

and cause scoobys also kinda oblivious to everything he’s like “maybe they just appreciate you as a friend”

and shag agrees but still goes to daph and velma about it cause he needs another opinion

he comes to them like “why do you think y/n gives me all kinds of shiny stuff?”

velma hints it to him at first

he doesn’t get it

so daphne gently lets him know you like him (she full on yells “OH MY GOD THEY LIKE YOU!!”)

and everything in his head just clicks and he has a not silent epiphany

he’s so happy!!

the next day he like awkwardly gives you a rock that has something unreadable on it

so later that day you go to fred who enlightens you that it says he also likes you back cause he’s the only person who can read shaggys handwriting

and then uou go find him

and you both start awkwardly rambling and it’s so cute omg

someon manages to cut though that yes, they like you/him, and it’s like a moment of understanding

and y’all become a couple <3

amd you continue bringing eachother random shit because it’s fun

and daphne and velma and fred are all your biggest fans

might come back to this later idfk

hope u liked it!! <3

scooby doo taglist: @presidentroarie

#mars writing 🧈#!! scooby 🚙🐕 !!#scooby doo #shaggy rogers #shaggy rogers x reader #scooby doo x reader #scooby doo mystery incorporated #scooby doo mystery incorporated x reader

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reotheworld · 1 year

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Hsbsjsh are you taking requests perhaod(?) If so can uou make a uhh maybe like a smut hc for gagamaru/raichi/yukimiya shbsjsjsjs 😭😭🙏 ngl I'm down bad for yhem (also thank youu in advance if you decided to make it ehe)

my heart tickles, my lips tickle

❝ i'm curious about everything about you, you make me high❞

➜ nsfw headcanons | ft. gagamaru, raichi, yukimiya

➜ fem!reader

an: i might as well just write for these three too : )

sugar level: 100% | mdni!

Gagamaru:

• Certainly has size kink. The body proportion between him and his s/o gives him a sense of dominance over her. Yet despite so, he showers her with love and admiration. He loves that the fact that she's small yet can take all of him so well. • Loves looking into your eyes as he ruts his hips into yours. A sucker of making eye contact; his eyes containing much love while his body is overflowing with pleasure. Seeing your fucked out expression leaves him drunk on you. • Doesn't entirely mind if you command him, especially when you're riding his cock, you having full control of him. Would especially moan loudly as you circular move your hips around him.

Raichi:

• Won't shut the fuck up and won't shut the hell up. If Raichi wants to turn you into a wet puddle then he will do so. Fucking you from behind? Spanking your bum? Whispering dirty words into your ear? He'll do it. • If you've been a good girl and followed his rules, then he'll bless you with his skillful tongue! It doesn't matter if he's kneeling by the foot of the bed or has you sitting on his face, he'll have you in either position, making sure you feel how his tongue is lapping inside you. • If you want something, make sure you beg for it. He wants to hear you chant his name like a prayer, beg him to have it your way. With your fucked out expression, how will Raichi say no to you?

Yukimiya:

• Doesn't matter if it's giving or receiving, Yukimiya will shower you with words of love and adoration, one that has you becoming a blushing mess. Your pretty cunt taking him so well? Loving how his cock fills you up? He'll make you feel perfect. • To have you in the most compromising positions is a must for him. With this, he would love to explore the many different positions with you. He'll memorize every curve of your body with the run of his hands. • He wants you but his teammates are outside? Good luck on keeping quiet! Even in risky moments, he'll still have his way with you. Teasing and whispering dirty things into your ear, watching you try so hard to be quiet. You accidentally let out a whiny sound? Music to his ears.

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a-aexotic · 1 year

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Hiiiii could you do a rafe x reader fluff where topper texts reader saying “rafe likes you too, but you can’t tell him!” but rafe has your phone so he sees the messages and asks you if you like him and I’ll that cute stuff🤭 please and thank uou🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

pairing. rafe cameron x fem!thornton!reader requested? yes no

warnings. i think honestly nothing but alcohol, swearing, sibling banter, lmk if i missed anything!

summary. you've liked rafe for a little bit now and you never though in a million years that he would ever like you back. until your older brother decides he's had enough.

taglist. @eli-yeah @vigilanteshitposting @midnightsgetawaycar @cilliansangel @voniikg @ninasw0rld @aavenxx

➜ missing out on updates? ❪ navigation. masterlist. taglist. ❫ backwards cap s1 rafe era>>>>>>>>>>>>> 😵

"Topper, no." You put your hand on the bridge of your nose, disappointed and annoyed. Ever since you've told Topper that you liked Rafe, he's been nagging him about asking him out.

Topper rolled his eyes. "Then how else are you going tell him you like him?"

"I'm not telling him until I know for a fact he likes me back, I'm not embarrassing myself." You stated matter-of-factly, making Topper groan and lay back on the couch, his arms crossed.

"You're a pussy, that's why." Topper mumbled making you whip your head towards him, angry.

"Oh shut the hell up, it took you how many months again, before asking Sarah out?-"

"That's different, okay, she had a boyfriend and I'm not a homewrecker." Topper countered making you cross your arms and move your gaze to the TV.

Topper was very persistent on helping you get with Rafe. No matter how many times you've told him that you were just waiting on the right time to tell him, he'd pass it off as you being a coward. It was getting pretty exhausting, Topper's nagginess was really starting to annoy you.

You and Rafe were friends, that's all it was at the moment. He's never shown interest in you and it would be really awkward if you told him you liked him, then he rejected you. You would never be able to face him again.

Rafe and Topper were at the Club, getting lunch before Topper was supposed to go shopping with his mom for your birthday present. They were sitting at their usual table, ordering drinks. You were turning the big 1-8 this week and Rafe wanted to get you something special.

He'd usually get you some jewelry or a gift card but that didn't feel right. "What should I get her?"

Topper rolled his eyes, this was the fifth time he'd asked today. He took a drink of his cocktail before quickly answering: "I don't know, you should ask her."

"Dude." Rafe scoffed, "that wouldn't be special if I just asked her. It has to be a surprise."

"Why do you care so much?"

That question had caught Rafe off guard. Why did he care so much? He wasn't obligated to get you a present, especially a special one.

Topper knew instantly why he cared. A smirk rose from his lips as he sighed contently. "You like her."

"What? No, I don't." Rafe countered as he furrowed his eyebrows in thought. Did he? Topper stared blankly at Rafe. "I mean, she's nice. And cute. But she's your sister so that would be really weird. But I mean you are dating Sarah... Not that I would want to date Y/N, but-"

"You like her. You like Y/N."

Rafe was quiet for a second as Topper smirked, taking a sip of his drink happily. Did Rafe like Y/N?

She did make him feel all giddy and nervous at times, but he'd known her his entire life essentially. He remembers having a tiny crush on her in middle school and he wanted to her ask to Homecoming Sophomore year but those times were different. They were both basically adults now.

Rafe was just confused. He didn't know why Topper had to blurt that out right now but now Rafe couldn't even think straight.

He was pulled out of his thoughts once he heard Topper's phone ring. "I gotta go, my mom's here. Don't forget, you're hanging out at our house until I get back."

Oh shit. He forgot he said he was going to stay at the Thornton's until he came back from the mall. His face flushed as he looked at his phone, trying to play nonchalant. "Okay, uh. Tell me what you get her."

"I will." Topper had a big smirk on his face once he left Rafe alone with his thoughts. Did he like Y/N? Again?

You and Rafe were in the kitchen, making some lunch. At first, it had been awkward because of Rafe's discovery but it slowly faded because it was one-sided. Rafe had never felt uncomfortable in your presence, you always had a comforting aura.

You and Rafe were joking around and laughing, per usual. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence to see you two together, close and joking around. Even though he was technically Topper's best friend, that didn't stop you two from becoming closer.

As Rafe watched you laugh, he felt the familiar butterfly feeling invade his stomach. He hadn't felt that way about anyone in a while so it was a foreign feeling, he tried to push it down and just enjoy the time with you.

You put down the knife you were using to cut the tomatoes and sighed. "I'll be right back, I gotta go use the bathroom."

Rafe nodded. "Of course, I'll be here."

You smiled back at him as you hurried up the stairs to the bathroom. Rafe was finishing up his sandwich before he heard a phone ting loudly next to him. He turned around to see your phone and he read it subconsciously. His face went read as he processed it.

top 😎 Rafe likes you, too. It's confirmed now, don't tell him. What are you waiting for now?? 🤨😜

His jaw was practically on the floor. You like him? And Topper hadn't told him? He felt betrayed but suddenly he realized that you liked him. He felt a flash of emotions. Was this a good thing?

Rafe didn't have time to process this information because you finished up in the bathroom pretty quickly. You jogged down the stairs, a smile on your face. You froze once you realized Rafe was zoned out.

"Rafe, you okay?" You questioned as you walked back to your spot next to him, putting the lid back on the peanut butter jar. He quickly zoned back in as he heard your voice.

"Yeah! Yes, of course, I just got uh, bored." Rafe says swiftly, smiling at you as you looked back at him, a suspicious look taking over your face.

You furrowed your eyebrows. "You sure?"

"Uh, huh." Rafe put his stuff away as you watched him, trying to figure out if he was being honest or not. You decided it was best to just leave it be, Rafe was nothing if not stubborn.

You got your sandwiches and strolled back to your way on the couch, Rafe taking the seat next to you. Rafe took the remote and resumed the TV show you two were watching, an unsettling awkwardness between you two.

You were trying to figure what was wrong while Rafe was trying to figure out what to do about this situation. He'd dreamed of this day for years; the day Y/N liked him back. But of course Topper had to ruin it and tell him. It wasn't exactly his fault because he didn't know Rafe was going to read the text, but with Rafe's absurd luck, he did. And of course Topper's big mouth would go and text Y/N the moment he'd realized Rafe liked you back.

You remembered you needed to respond to your friend's text so you pulled out your phone, and there was Topper's message. Your face went white as you registered why Rafe was acting so weird; he probably had read the text by accident.

That was why Rafe was acting so weird. You wanted cry of embarrassment until you had registered exactly what the text said. Rafe likes you too. He liked you, too?

Rafe likes you back? You furrowed your eyebrows again, was Topper playing some kind of sick prank? You checked the date and no, it wasn't April 1st. Topper wasn't the type to play a prank, so why exactly was Rafe acting weird? If he did truly like you, then why is being weird and distant instead of happy? And then you realized it was Rafe - of course he was going to act weird and distant.

"Hey, Rafe?" You whispered and Rafe turned his attention on you instead of the screen in front of him. "Did you uh, read my text on accident?"

Rafe's eyes widened. "Uh, why?"

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. "Why do you think?"

Rafe turned his gaze away from you, bashfully.

"Was it.. Is the text true?"

It took him a couple seconds before responding with a nod. He could try and deny it but where would that take them? Nowhere. It was already out in the open, he might as well address it.

You felt yourself heat up at the confirmation. Rafe liked you - but now all you could hear was Topper's annoying voice comment on how much of a pussy you are. You kept looking at the boy and you wanted to say something but you were nervous.

Rafe looked up at you for the first time for what seemed like hours and as he looked into your wide gaze, he felt himself melt. He couldn't help but smile at your shocked expression but you felt your shock fade into admiration, a smile crawling on your lips, mirroring Rafe's.

Rafe was never good at expressing what he was feeling but he wanted to. He wanted to say something he just... couldn't. So he did the one thing he knew he was good at.

He slowly lifted his hand from his lap and moved it slowly to yours, clasping it in his. You happily accepted it as you both stared into each other's eyes, a mutual nervousness shared between the two.

"Y/N." Rafe let out, breathlessly. "I do like you, seriously. I have liked you for years."

"Years?" You almost laughed but held it in, Rafe rolling his eyes at your tone. "I've liked you for a couple months."

"Wow."

"Well -- I mean, I've always thought you were cute, so." You mumbled as Rafe's lips turned upward again. His ego definitely boosted at that compliment.

"Even with the side part?"

You laughed at the mention of the iconic side part. "Yes, Rafe, even the side part."

"I've always thought you were cute. But the bangs were a no-no for me, I had to question my type for a sec there-"

"Shut up I was like, 12."

You guys both laughed until it died down for a little. Rafe squeezed your hand and then you remembered you were still holding it. You looked down and Rafe swiftly moved his other hand to your face. You both bored into one another's eyes and it felt like time itself had stopped. As Rafe pulled in, you closed your eyes.

Before his lips could land on yours, you heard the front door open. You whipped your head to the door, watching Topper come in, carrying a bunch of bags, your mother following close behind.

"God, I texted you guys like 5 times, I needed help!"

"How much stuff did you guys get?" Rafe's eyes widened at the multiple bags the two were carrying. He got up from the couch and quickly helped your mother, carrying all the bags she was.

"Thank you, Rafe." She smiled as Topper glared at Rafe. "Can you boys go put the bags upstairs for me? They're all for Ms. Y/N's birthday."

Topper scoffed, "Can you guess who's mom's favorite?"

"I think Y/N's everyone's favorite but-"

"Shut up, Rafe."

Rafe smiled at you and you felt yourself heat up at the comment. They walked but the stairs as you sat at the couch, in awe of what just happened. Rafe held your hand and was about kiss you? Your birthday week couldn't have gone any better. That's the best present anyone could give.

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paxthepuppycat · 12 days

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My silly little brain saw you doing therian stimboard requests(?) and i would absoLUTELY move a moth one!! If uou aren’t afraid of bugs, that is! Thanks so much! /gen

Moth Stimboard!

I love moths! I hope this is oki <3

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jaybirdss · 1 year

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idk if i can do amother one but i will bc i can (idk about that but ill pretend i do if jot) and i have nothing to do in my life except dreaming about plastic figures

SO uhh idk suddenly all ideas disappeared from my head

HCS FOR LLOYD, KAI, MORRO AND BENTHO WITH A S/O WHO'S LOVE LANGUAGE IS PHYSICAL TOUCH??

like YKK i love having a bit of contact with smn because it brings me comfort and im very touch starved💔 also bcs hugs and kisses are superior😋😋🦶

TAKE YOUR TIME WITH THE REQUESTS UOU RECIEVE BTW DONT OVREWORK YOURSELF AND DONT FORGET TO EAT OR DRINK OR IM COMINGFOR YOU MFS😡😡😡

I speed ran this bitch now, i was on a ROLL. Thank you for requesting, it definitely kick-started my passion for writing for these lovely guys ❤️🫶🏻

No warnings, besides a bit of angsty lloyd, but that’s always suspected. Gender neutral reader!

🩰

Kai

Kai is the man with a plan when it comes to physical touch. He will always match your energy to the best of his ability!

He’s always open for it. Wether it be your arm wrapped around his or blatantly laying on top of him. He’s okay with all of it and rarely gets overwhelmed with what you feel like is smothering.

He specifically really enjoys the hugs you give him, where you’re nuzzled into his shoulder and your arms are wrapped tightly around him. he admired the security it brings him and makes him feel so dorky. For him, he enjoys picking you up just to hold you dramatically. Or smothering your face in kisses.

It surprises him at first, not expecting you to feel the same way as him with things such as physical touch. But once he understands, he craves it and gets all dramatic over it.

He will never be satisfied until you are basically crawling into his skin (not really).

But without your touch, he gets all upset, looking like a kicked puppy and he WILL in fact whine to you about how you aren’t close enough to him. And if he doesn’t get his way, by golly, there’s gonna be a fire.

Everything you do will always send him back, no matter how long you’ve been together. He is crushing on you so hard and will let you know every minute of the day.

Lloyd

Touch was something that was always fairly new to Lloyd.

He never received much as a child, when it was received, it wasn’t very positive affection.

When you started expressing your love for physical touch, you noticed all the small things he seemed to do because if it.

At first, he’d flinch when you moved a little too quick or anything. Physically tense up when you’d wrap your arms around him so suddenly. And he couldn’t bring himself to tell you that he enjoyed your affection, but didn’t know how to receive it.

Slowly but surely through your reassurance, he loosened up and started to learn that this was positive attention, and it’s something that he would eventually look forward to!

He was no longer startled with your big hugs, sudden kisses amongst his face, and other acts of affection you were so happy to give. It became routine, and now he’d be fairly upset if you were to lack in your affection department.

In all, Lloyd is a broken child who just needs to be reconnected with himself sometimes. He soon learns from you that he can relax and enjoy this. He isn’t just the green ninja, he’s Lloyd. Little Lloyd Garmadon who loves his hugs and kisses from his lover. And he’s slowly starting to thank you for healing his inner child.

Morro

Much like Lloyd, Morro never really received affection growing up. Nor could he receive it when he was, well, dead.

But soon enough, with many changes, forgiveness, and a physical form. He was able to receive such things, things you were over the moon about!

He’s fairly awkward with affection, and it’s just something so foreign to him that it’s hard to become so used to it like you are.

He doesn’t despise it, by any means, in all honesty it makes him feel all warm to see you so joyous about wanting to show him affection. But at first, he was in severe denial about it all. He’d reject your advances, and even had gotten a bit aggressive with it. Which he now apologizes for, and he’ll do his best to express his admiration for it when he can, in time. It takes long to heal from what he once had been.

The boy grew quite fond of you early on, and admired how you tried to express your affections to him even when he was a ghost. When he finally received his human form again, you wrapped your arms around him so tightly, he could barely breathe. (Which was also new to him once more).

Though he enjoys the affection, it can get overwhelming sometimes. When his frustrations get the better of him, he will express that he just can’t be touched in that moment. That he’ll return later on to apologize and attempt to hug and kiss you as you do him.

And it’ll get you every time! No matter how fussy he was, or how upset he had made you. His apologies feel so thorough and thoughtful that you can forget what you were mad about so easily. Morro deserves the world and more, and that’s what you’re gonna give him.

Bentho

Benthomaar was someone who would always let his curiosity get the better of him. And from a young age, he was always curious. About things that matter, things that don’t matter. Things that don’t hold much importance to him, and things that he holds closely to him.

Currently, He was curious as to how you’re so enthusiastic and happy to express affection to someone such as him. Of course, he does his best to understand you and your sweet advances towards him.

He’d get caught up in thinking too harshly of himself, wondering if he deserved your attention. His skin surely wasn’t the softest to cuddle into or kiss, nor was he that understanding of how life was like above the surface like many like you. But all of that made you the curious one. Curious as to how this cinnamon roll was kept from you all your life.

Bentho was such a joy to know and be around, and it made you so happy to hug and kiss him so sweetly. Even though you knew he wasn’t sure if he deserved all of it. Or any of it, in fact.

But in time, he learned that it was something he deserved. Comfort, that is. He seemed to break through his barricade of awkwardness and denial and thoroughly enjoyed what you expressed to him.

He never finds it overwhelming, and if he did, he wouldn’t ever tell you in fear that it would upset you. You’re a treasure to him, and how you express your love and admiration will always leave him in awe of how great you are. He adores you too much to be bothered by anything more.

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violettduchess · 10 months

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Please can I have 16 with Keith sorry if it is late thank uou and congratulations for the milestone you deserve them all 🎉🎊🤗🙏

A/N: Hi @queengiuliettafirstlady and thank you for the request! This also fulfills an anon request for breathless kiss with Leonardo or Silvio (I did both!)

WC: 1335

Keith

Your horses' hooves churn the earth of the field underfoot as it flies through the tall grass like a skiff on the water. The wind tugs at your hair, your clothing, caresses your skin with cool fingers. The Jadean countryside rolls by in a blur of emerald green and sky blue. You and your steed move as one, racing towards your goal: the small pond on the edge of the palace grounds. Keith’s voice travels the wind to reach you and a breathless laugh escapes your chest as you hear him begging his horse to hurry up.

But he’s too slow. The pond comes into view and you leap triumphantly down from your swift mare just seconds before Keith pulls the reins of his snow-colored stallion. “I won!” you manage to say, your breath staccato as you struggle to catch it. He slides off his mount, giving it a gentle pat on the neck. “Good try, boy,” he murmurs. The horse joins its friend, drinking mouthfuls of cool, refreshing water. The Jade Prince approaches you, golden eyes alight with admiration. “I believe the winner traditionally gets a prize.”

Your poor heart has no chance, its quickened rhythm only increasing as Keith removes his pristine white gloves, tucking them into the pocket of his forest green coat. He steps towards you, cupping your face in his bare hands, framing it with his strong fingers. You meet his gaze, naked yearning painted in sunrise across your face. This gives the usually shy prince the boost of confidence he needs as he leans down to kiss you.

He is sweeter than iced cream on a hot day, gentler than the twilight when it cradles the day-worn earth. He kisses you like it is an honor, a privilege. His hands stroke your skin, almost trembling in disbelief that you would allow this, as if worried that you may disappear at any moment like a burst of dandelion seeds in a summer breeze.

You have imagined this moment a thousand times since meeting him, and yet nothing you have ever dreamed comes close. When you part, he is as breathless as you are.

Leonardo

You’re sitting in one of the most beautiful concert halls in the world. Golden, ornamental lamps, plush red velvet and mahogany seating, balconies with intricate designs carved from the most expensive wood. It is the incarnation of everything lush and elegant. But even its majestic beauty isn’t what has you breathlessly on the edge of your seat. The story told through the grace of the ballet playing out on the gigantic stage before you has captured your imagination completely.

You watch, hand over heart, as the heroine dances her way through the dark forest, intent on saving the man she loves. The lead dancer, in her glittering white, leaps and twirls her way through the dozens of others dressed as black shadows. You gasp when they hold her, lift her and spin, menacing despite their beauty.

Leonardo reaches over, covering your hand with his. You offer him a quick squeeze in acknowledgement but don’t look away. While you’re spell-bound by the ballet, he is spell-bound by you. Your face is flushed with emotion, your hand pressed against your heart as if keeping it inside your chest. You look radiant, bathed in the dim, wavering light of the concert hall. The heroine defeats the shadows, reaching her prince only to have to battle the devil himself. What follows is a gravity-defying duel, a dance between good and evil, innocence and sin.

It is only when the heroine defeats the prince of darkness and leaps into her lover’s arms that you tear your gaze away from the stage to look at Leonardo. “Isn’t it beautiful?” All he sees is your face, your eyes bright with unshed tears, your heart racing with the adrenaline of the show, dusting your skin with warmth. And he can’t help it. He leans forward, capturing your lips with his. A moment passes where you are still, the emotion of the story ebbing to let in this new flood of emotion sparked by his kiss.

And then you’re melting into him, the tension that had held you on the edge of your seat dissipating. The heroine embraces her rescued prince and you wrap your arms around Leonardo, kissing him back with the full-force of your racing heart.

Silvio

You have to win. The waves roll over your head as you swim beneath their pull, racing your way to the shore. Your heart hammering steadily in your chest, a coxswain giving the muscles of your legs and arms the rhythm they need to keep up a steady pace. But Silvio is right behind you. You can sense it. You can feel his nearness, the force of his determination to win, conducted through the water like electricity.

You were shocked when he took the bet. The swim out to the buoy had been relaxing, both you enjoying the cold water and warm sun. But then he had gotten cocky, telling you what a fantastic swimmer he is, “the best. No one fucking faster.” And his bragging had needled you so much, you opened your mouth, claiming you could beat him. Sure your swimming was limited to rivers and ponds, but it couldn’t be that much harder out in the ocean. Could it? Those brilliant blue eyes had flashed at the challenge. “What’s it gonna cost you when I win?” “A truth. No matter what I ask, you have to answer honestly.” He regarded you for a moment, body swaying with the rhythm of the waves, one hand on the red and white buoy. “It works both ways,” he finally said. “You gotta tell the truth when I win. Which I will.”

You don’t even know what you will ask him but it doesn’t matter now as you propel yourself through the salty water. You just want to win. To see that smug smile on those damned beautiful lips disappear. So you swim as you have never swum before, willing yourself forward towards the beach. But try as you might, Silvio is a child of Benitoite, raised by the wind and the waves. He cuts through the water like Poseidon just as the sandy beach comes into view. By the time you reach the fine white sand, he’s already sitting there, breathing hard as the ocean’s foam tugs at his legs. You collapse on your back into the sand beside him, breathless as you look up at the endless expanse of blue sky.

“I won. So I get to ask a question.” He turns, looking down at where you’re laying, cheeks flushed with exertion, chest rising and falling as you claim control over your lungs. You can only nod, feeling the way the sand softly cushions the back of your head. He leans down, silver hair dark with sea water, eyes sapphire-bright. “Do you wanna kiss me?” What an unfair question. Because you have to answer it honestly and you’re not sure you are ready for that. But your bet has you staring up at him, his face and shoulders glistening with water droplets, and your heart bounces off the ropes like a boxer ready to go another round of frantic beating.

“Yes.” The word is so small but it feels like it could change your world. Silvio grins slowly. “Knew it.” And he leans back. You blink. He’s not making a move to kiss you and a very irritated part of you realizes he only wanted the admission. Not today, sir. Like a cresting wave, you surge upwards and pull him down, kissing him passionately. He goes stiff with shock. But then his body takes over before his mind can ruin anything and he lowers himself down, the length of him pressed against you. As the cool ocean breaks around your entwined bodies, as his mouth returns your kisses with a heat that feels it may burn you alive, you realize you were right. This moment will change the world as you know it. For the better.

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creampuff-nonanon · 1 year

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Hello are your requests open?

If so, may I request sub Scaramouche/wanderer x kinda clingy or just very affectionate reader who hugs/kisses him a lot and accidentally makes him flustered? Can be nsfw 🤭🤭🤭

If you aren’t accepting requests, please feel free to ignore! 😚

The Balladeer Wanderer x Reader

☆— I HOPE YOU'RE READY FOR WHAT I'M 'BOUT TO DO <3

☆A/N: RAGHHHHH RAGHHHHHH RAGHHHHH *horny roars*

☆Warning/Notes: ARCHON QUEST SPOILERS!!! NSFW UNDER THE CUT, Minors idgaf give me clout/hj but fr though being horny is normal ig, No gender specified for reader

⋆ Before he got his older memories back he was just a wanderer, then he met you.

⋆ Achievement unlocked!

⋆ "simp-ly in love with you"

⋆ He loved your hugs and kisses

⋆ Clings on to you like a bear

⋆ But when you both encountered traveler and got his memories back...

⋆ "Ahhhh I knew I wouldn't fight some metal head. Who would've thought. Does this count as enemies to lovers?" You questioned as if he- no, Scaramouche didn't almost kill you.

⋆ He was quite shocked that you were still the same even after all of that.

⋆ He felt embarrassed, ashamed, head over heels (again) all at the same time!

⋆ he's quite confused, he knew you understand what he went through but damn you a lil too loyal😭

⋆ everytime your lips pecks his cheeks, the way you give warmth to his cold body, the way you intertwine your hands with his.

⋆ He felt at ease... Until Nahida wanted to spend time with you both.

⋆ Oh god not lesser lord Kusanali

⋆ Oh god you're still affectionate

⋆ oh god oh lord oh barbatos-

⋆ You were talking about your recent interest but stopped when you noticed Nahida's eyes on him.

⋆ He was looking away from the both of you.

⋆ "I think I got it!" Huh?

⋆ "This reaction, it's called "flustered" isn't it?" Ohhh

⋆ "Yes Nahida" you replied, "Want me to show you one more example of this reaction?"

⋆ The boy panicked

⋆ "wait no-"

⋆ "Hope you're ready for what I'm 'bouta do <3." You said attacking him with kisses, Nahida giggling

⋆ "ACK WAI–"

–NSFW TIME

Kinda sucks tbh

Warning: praise kink, use of "good boy" once, implied dacryphilia, use of "ma'am/sir" on reader

No genitals mentioned for reader

You know, the classic Creampuff anon combo

⋆ oh god.

⋆ you.

⋆ YOU.

⋆ You made him weak.

⋆ You had him wrapped around your fingers (maybe literally too LMFAO)

⋆ When you place your hands on his thighs.

⋆ When he feels your hot breath on his shoulders.

⋆ The way you look at him with half-lidded eyes.

⋆ The way you pepper kisses on his palm as he grinds on you.

⋆ The way you call him a "good boy" for taking it all.

⋆ My guys a walking "me when yio, uou me when, when I, when"

⋆ "Hahh.. ma'am/sir.. feels good s'good.." he tells you, almost out of breath

⋆ You simply kissed his lips, not stopping.

⋆ "Look at you. You look so beautiful like this."

⋆ He was gonna cry, in a good way!

⋆ The sensation mixed with your praises made him dizzy

⋆ "I'm gonna cum, please ma'am/sir let me cum, pleasepleaseplease– mph!" you kissed him, going faster.

⋆ He whines, back arched as white strings of his cum came out.

⋆ "HHhhah Y/N... thank you I- I love you.."

⋆ after cleaning yourself and him up, you placed him on your lap.

⋆ Humming, you brushed your fingers through his hair, taking care of the knots after this night.

#Genshin impact x reader #Genshin impact x reader smut #Genshin impact smut #Genshin impact scaramouche x reader #Genshin impact scaramouche #Genshin impact scaramouche x reader smut #Genshin impact wanderer #Genshin impact wanderer x reader #Genshin impact wanderer x reader smut #☆my works

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softstraykidshours · 1 year

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hiii, how r u guys??? can i make a request?

just han jisung freaking out because his s/o has vasovagal syncope and passed out backstage at skz concert because of the heat (yeah i go through that, summer is hell) and when she wakes up (1 minute later) he sticks to her almost crying because he really thought she died

idk why but i think he would be like this lol

aghhh this is such a cute idea bestie!!! i got so soft thinking about how worried jisung would get about you, he's just such a sweetie 🥺 🥺🥺

thanks for the request and i really hope you like it!!

<3 abbie and courtney

"where is she? where is she??" you hear jisung's panicked voice drift down the corridor and you push yourself up a little further on the couch, blinking heavily to try to clear some of the lingering dizziness.

he comes flying through the door and rushes to your side, dropping to his knees next to the couch. "oh my god baby are you okay?" he grabs your hand in his as his eyes quickly scan you, assessing to make sure everything looks alright.

"yes, i'm fine, don't worry about me."

"don't worry about you?" he practically screeches the words, his voice shaking as tears clog his throat. "they told me you passed out! i thought you were dying or something!"

you chuckle lightly at his extreme response, although your'e touched by his overwhelming concern.

"it's okay, really. it was my vasovagal syncope. it happens from time to time and it's always worse when i get overheated. it's honestly my own fault. i was trying to watch you guys from backstage, but between all the people and the lights it was all too much. i should have came back here to sit down, but i really wanted to see the end of the set. and then i got way to hot and just... yah. i was only out for like a second. i really am fine now though, i just need a few minutes to cool down and let everything get back to normal."

uou can tell from the wary look in his eyes that he doesn't totally believe you. "baby, you just casually passing out every once in a while is most definitely not okay."

someone pokes their head into the room, interrupting before you can respond and reassure jisung. "han, sorry, but you're on in 5."

"tell them they will have to go on without me," he brushes them off and turns back to you.

"no, jisung you need to go, you're gonna miss your next set." you insist. there's no way you're going to let him not perform.

"oh come on, you know i don't care about that as much as you. i'm not leaving your side."

"babe, i'm fine, really. i promise. i just got overheated and i haven't been drinking enough water today."

"exactly! that's why i should stay here with you and make sure you're okay!"

his thoughtfulness and concern makes you feel all warm and fuzzy, but there's no way you're backing down. you know you'll never forgive yourself if he misses out on the rest of the concert because of you.

"how about this, if i promise to stay here and not move from this exact spot for the rest of the concert and just drink water and let the fan cool me down will you go back out on stage?"

you can see the conflict in his face. he really doesn't want to leave you, but the other members are counting on him and he doesn't want to let them or the fans down. you grab both sides of his face, gently squishing his cheeks. "how about if i swear that if i feel like that again i will send one of the stage hands out to drag you off that stage no matter what you're doing and bring you right back here to me."

he chuckles lightly at the thought of being pulled off stage in the middle of a song by a random stage hand. "promise?" he asks, eyes a little brighter and the worry lines on his forehead disappearing as he holds up his pinky between the two of you.

"promise," you nod seriously, a stoic expression on your face while locking your pinky with his. you last only a moment before both of you burst out in laughter.

leaning forward to give him a quick kiss to the cheek, you playfully shove his shoulder. "now get back out there"

#han jisung imagines #han jisung x reader #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #han jisung #stray kids #anon #ask #request #mine #soft stray kids hours #ask: hyunjin hasn't left the dance studio

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harunade · 8 months

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hihi 🐰 anon here can I request phone sex with gyuvin

I love love love this acc!!!

thank uou so much :((((( im nlt that good at writing for phone sex so pls enjoy😞

As Gyuvin was away on tour, you couldn’t help but miss him.. badly. So bad that it got to the point where you’d finger yourself daily to the videos of him you’d see around social media, especially if he’d be doing body rolls.

y/n: missing u sm rn

vin!: hi pretty girl ❣️ missing u sm more :(( cant wait to see you. how are you today?

y/n: tbh…. horny :p can’t help it, id kill for your fingers rn

vin!: oh girl… show me ???😂😂😂

y/n: *pic* hurts so bad gyuv

Gyuvin wasn’t expecting you to send him a pic with your wet puffy cunt, sign of you having tried to relieve the pain. the sight made him feel two things: horniness and sadness. his dick got immediately hard, but his heart sunk at the thought of neglecting you. so, he decided to call you.

“hi baby” he said softly as soon as you picked up. “hi gyuv..” you replied as softly, clearing missing his voice and presence. “i’m sorry for neglecting you like that baby… wish i could help you… do you want me to guide you?” he didn’t even need a reply as he heard sweet whimpers from your side, knowing you were probably fingering yourself at your voice. “i wish i could have your cock in me right now babe” you sobbed. “it’s okay, pretty girl. i’m rubbing my dick at the thought of it too..” both of your moaned at the same time. “are your little fingers deep inside? can they even reach your special spot like mine?” his voice was low, causing butterflies in your tummy. “no… but it’s okay, i’m already pretty close. what about you baby?” the only thing helping you get off wasn’t your useless fingers, but rather the imagine of your boyfriend stroking his cock as he listened to your moans.

“i’m close baby… it’s not as good without your warm throat to hug my cock but it’ll do” shortly after, you cried out, ripping an orgasm of you. “i came” you informed Gyuvin as if he didn’t already know. After some more talking about the randomest things, he hung up.

y/n: 3 more days until youre home!!!!!

vin!: can’t wait… oh and btw *pic*

your jaw dropped at the sight of your boyfriend’s erected cock, dripping in cum, as well as his large palm covered in some sticky liquid as well.

y/n: ur insane

#harunade #harunade’s 🐰#harunade gyuvin #zb1 hard thoughts #zb1 hard hours #gyuvin smut

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flugsammy · 1 month

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Heyy! (Yes I’m still awake) BUT I HAVE A REQUEST AND I REQUIRE YOUR BEAUTIFUL WRITING SKILLS. (Get to this whenever you feel like and if any requests I make in the future make you uncomfortable just delete them!)

Anyways *ahem*

Blackhat and Dr. Flug with an s/o that is a songwriter? (Have fun with this!)

Thanks for the request, Gigi! :)

✈️Dr Flug✈️:

💙It is a fact for us that Dr. Flug doesn't really like music. Don't take him wrong, he just didn't find the kind of music that made him feel. Not until you appeared in his life.

💙Yours songs really made him feel something different. Maybe it was the way you sang? The metaphoric style you wrote your lyrics? However it was, it completely messed with him.

💙In random times, you'd caught him humming your songs under his breath, or imitating the beats with his fingertip without noticing. Now he knows why Demencia always tried to find his taste in music (and she's slightly jealous that YOU were the one who finally found it).

💙If you ever write him a song, FOR HEAVENS, this man would melt in front of you. At first, he wouldn't know how to react. Should he say a simple 'thank you'? No, no, that'd be too little. A moment of silence would pass where you would simply be staring at his blushing face, and then he'd finally give you a brief hug of thanks. Our doctor would certainly have difficulty demonstrating affection, but you could always see in his face (even covered) how grateful he is for you. Later, he would probably write you a thank you letter. He was always better at writing down his thoughts than actually saying them.

🎩Black Hat🎩:

🖤We don't really know Black Hat's vision of music, but it's clear that he wouldn't like anything too modern. He's a traditional man, after all.

🖤As we saw, his main hobby is read newspapers, and if he had to listen to something, it'd probably be the scream of his victims, and not some rhythmic notes.

🖤Despiste that, when feeling too stressed, he listen to some classic music. Happily, it helps to calm down the urge of putting his minions' heads on a plate. His opinion on general songs would not change because of you. There are many things that Black Hat hates, and just few things that he likes, so it'd be a challenge for you to get him to compliment you on your work.

🖤Writing him songs wouldn't be a big surprise for him. If you do something too sappy, it will definitely make him raise an eyebrow and show uou the stink eye. Maybe write a lyric that boosts his ego? It wouldn't be too surprising, he's used to it.

🖤Writing something he likes wouldn't be an easy job, but it wouldn't be impossible. After several times of failing, you'd finally write something that he doesn't hate. While you sang and played for him (on the instrument of your choice), you'd swear you saw his frown disappear for a few seconds. It could be your imagination, you were too focused to think too much about it.

🖤After the end of the song, a deafening silence would fill the room. You were expecting the usual bluntness. The look on his face was indescribable, making you think that maybe your song was so bad that even angered him (wow). But when you finally open your mouth to say something, he would say:

—You did good.

🖤He would never mention this event to anyone, but every time you remembered it, a smile would appear on your face.

Thank you for reading!🌻☀️

#villainous #villanos #dr flug #dr flugslys #dr flug x reader #flug #black hat x reader #black hat #black hat organization #headcanon #headcanons post #demencia villainous #x reader

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fairykazu · 1 year

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hihi !! i love ur writing sm and congrats on 60 followrs!! could i request prompt 4 with al haitham please :)

(but if you dont write for al haitham then could you do it with scara instead)

tysm <3

HAPPY ENDING FT. SCARAMOUCHE prompt: #4 mutual but enjoyable silence notes: this is a gender-neutral reader and im so sorry for the late reply! thank you for enjoying my writing and i remember you for being one of my first followers. thank you for that <3 masterlist | 60 follower special

a few years ago, you had a boyfriend. but for some odd reason, you don’t remember him well, but his name was ???. he was kind for a fatui harbinger, known to bring chaos under his reign. never showing any weakness unless it came to you. until he disappeared during his mission in inazuma. the higher ups never told you why though. when you connected the dots, he was gone as if he didn’t exist. you tried to remember any memories of him, but they vanished in your mind. gone like dust.

the day you visited sumeru, you bumped into someone. he felt so familiar and yet not. you looked at the man dressed in teals and blues. different from the lover you had who wore purple and reds. he looked frightened to see you as if you two had met before. maybe in a past life you thought. just before he turned away, you asked,

“sir? have we met before?” he seemed to winced before replying,

“perhaps you are hallucinating, we have never met.”

though his words did sting your heart, you knew his words had half lies. every part of your vacation you tried to befriend the purple haired man. it was as if he fit the hole your former lover had left and you just needed to know him better. hoping you two would connect, you came across a small girl with white hair and she seemed to be analyzing you.

“oh! you’re the one that wanderer is worried about.” she said out of the blue. snapping you from a trance. oh so wanderer is his name. what a peculiar name yet fitting for him.

“wanderer? may i ask why he’s so frightened of me if we have never met?” you asked and the little girl let out a huff. you took it as a laugh. though young, she seemed to be wiser than uou think.

as if she read your mind, she replied, “yes, i am wiser than you think. but the question for wanderer is something i cannot answer. you have to ask him yourself.” of course, you cannot ask a stranger for someone’s behavior; you must go to the problem yourself.

“thank you, ma’am–”

“you can call me nahida.” she interrupted as a plant wrapped around her hands. you assume it was because she was nervous. but it didnt cross your mind to ask her name and it was impolite of you.

“oh! thank you, nahida. can i ask where i would find wanderer?” you asked your final question since you weren’t at all close to him.

“by the library under the tree roots…”

“thank you so much!” she smiled back as a response which you took as a “your welcome”

it took a lot of walking but you finally reached the library under the tree with a sign labeled “do not disturb”. but to reach your answers and conclusions, you have to disturb wanderer. you knocked but no one answered. to your surprise the door was unlocked. it creaked open and revealed a small library with texts from all over tevyat. it was dimly lit by lamps scattered here and there. there was more rooms but your curiosity led you to the bookcases that seemed to reach further up in the library.

there were sections labeled with the genres and where it was from. hell, you found one of your favorite series. it was about the moon and the ocean tides; no matter how far apart they were, they would always love each other. you smiled fondly at the series, brushing your fingers against the book spines.

“what are you doing here?” a voice said, sternly. you have trespassed their property but this is where nahida told you to go.

“i asked nahida where to find you. although we havent met before, you remind me of someone i loved– no, love.”

he stepped into the light, his blue hat with golden accents covered his face. you cannot tell what his expression was but from his body language, you could tell he had held some guilt. he mumbled something but all you could hear was, “....archons…. auntie nahida.” once he looked at you, hat not obscuring your view of him. you were engulfed by the memories you had of your past lover. although the memories were blurry or hard to put together, you knew he had something to do with it.

“wanderer–”

“name.” he said, his lips quivering. an expression you never seen him express before. but you have never mentioned your own name to him either. maybe you have? you don’t remember. “i know you had forgotten but i’m sorry. i didnt think of you at the time; this was a selfish idea i did.”

“wanderer, even though, i’m not sure what you’re talking about. it’s fine and i forgive you of any sin you may had committed. besides, it must have been an idea you wanted to do for yourself.”

“how can you forgive me for anything despite not knowing what i have done?”

“it doesn’t matter. you’ve changed or healed for a reason. if we did have a relationship in the past, it’s fine to leave it in the past. or we can–”

“we can do what?” he asked. his head tilted to the side as for the ribbons on his hat go slideways.

“we can be friends and maybe then our relationship could bloom into something more.”

as you had said, the friendship between you two has thrived into a relationship better than any you had before. you had gotten new books to add to the tree-library that wanderer shares with you. you opened the door with one hand while the other one was preoccupied with the bag of books. the library was the same as ever but more cozier and with little shelf decorations you made yourself.

usually when you opened the door, wanderer was there to greet you. as if he was a dog waiting for his owner. you find that adoring about him. but he wasn’t there, curious you walked to the living room.

the living room was a curved part of the big tree the library resided. a faux balcony with railings around it with a green couch with the most colorful throw pillows. there was your beloved boyfriend sitting on the couch with a frown imprinted on his face.

“honey?” you said, his head perked up to your direction. he didn’t say anything back, in which, you understood. it was one of those days where too many noises overwhelmed wanderer. maybe someone bothered him to his limit or maybe the sound of crowds? it doesn’t matter though because you could always ask later. you dropped the bag on the floor and sat with wanderer.

you looked at him and pat your lap, referring to how he could lay on you. no words were spoken only actions and movement with the eyes. he pointed to your hand then to his hair.

oh? he wanted you to play with his hair. you complied with his request as you ran your fingers through his hair. you hummed a tune you heard from wanderer. he said it was from the aranaras who lived in the forest.

even though, you have heard from the villagers that aranaras were tall tales to comfort children. you believed it was real because wanderer thought so. even if they weren’t real, it was a comfort to wanderer. though, he wouldn’t have admitted it himself, you could tell by his eyes when he tells you.

he hummed with you but it grows more faint as he fell asleep. you kissed his forehead and said, “i love you.”

when you weren’t looking, occupied with a book in hand. he smiled and mumbled back, “i love you too.”

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