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magnoliabutters · 1 year

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• THE FIRST BLOOD RITE •

pairing: neteyam x augustine (na’vi/avatar oc, she/her)

summary: neteyam and augustine have finally found themselves underneath the tree of souls, what else is there left to do?

warnings: 18+ content, mdni, adult language; avatar 2009 references and avatar wow spoilers; angst, jealousy, arranged & complex relationships, violence, heavy make out sesh, light fingering, suicidal thoughts, pet names, etc.

word count: ~4.5k

• part 4 • eywa’s choice • series •

note: this one's gonna be a doozy. i'm so excited for y'all to read! i really am a fan of the na'vi language, i'm sorry if that annoys any readers. just like last time, na'vi words are bolded and will have definitions in the footnotes of the section. translations sourced via learn na'vi. as a reminder, the story is set 4 years post twow. neteyam is 19, where augustine is 18.

“I choose you,” Augustine says. Her heart fully within his grasp. He can choose between holding it carefully or crushing it under his mighty will. Neteyam looks to her queue and back up to her eyes. He swallows as he intertwines his fingers with her resting hand. “Augustine,” he says. His big amber eyes sweet and filled with adoration. “I think I’ve loved you since I first met you,” he laughs. She giggles, blush rushing her cheeks.

Neteyam’s smile falls, then his eyes. “But,” he starts as he shakes his head. “I can’t do this.” His eyes flick up to her. The adoration, the sweetness? Gone. They are filled with sadness and worry. She drops her tswin as she slowly nods, chewing on her bottom lip. Overwhelming feelings rush through her. How could she be so stupid to think this was a good idea? How could she ever step away from this, unscathed? Any hopeless romantic fantasies of Neteyam and her were ruined.

He continues, “When we become one, I want it to be right. I don’t want it to be a secret.” His hand now cups the side of her face. Hope flickers within her heart once again. Her eyes widen as she looks up to her mesmerizing partner. His mouth flashing that incredible Sully smile. He continues, “When we become one, I want it to be right, Ma’Augustine.”

"Who said this would be a secret?" Augustine asks with a smirk that catches him off guard. "I plan on fully parading you around as my mate," she adds as she presses her nose against him with a bit lip. "Oh you would, would you?" he chuckles as he pulls away. She kisses his chin, then his cheek. "Yes, I would be proud to call you mine," she whispers. "I've always admired you. Always saw your strength, your protection, your leadership." She looks off in the distance, with brows pushing together, as she recollects their past.

"I've seen you complete iknimaya on your first try," she starts enthusiastically. Neteyam blushes as he rolls his eyes. "No, no, please Nete," she says as she places her hands on his cheeks. “But what was really impressive was when I saw how you were waiting for Lo'ak to come back from his rites. How you held him as he sobbed into your shoulder. How you helped him, trained him to be successful in his next shot at bonding with his ikran," she lists off. She places a hand to his chest and takes in a deep breath. "You were always the protector, never the protected. Always the fighter, never defended."

Augustine adjusts her sit once more. She places his hand atop her chest as she rubs her thumb against his peck. He follows her without doubt. His trust for her is abundant. "I want to be yours. I want to be your protector. Your defender," she sighs in worry due to her vulnerability. With a whisper, she continues, "I want to be your partner. Your mate. Your wife." His smile slowly grows as tears collect in both of their eyes.

"I have loved you since I first saw you," Neteyam starts again. "I know when we first met we were both children," he laughs. She smiles alongside him. She recognizes the nervousness within him. His heart racing. His ears held back. His wet hair pressed against his forehead. His breathing heavy. His hands sweaty. His freckles pulsating bright throughout his face. She thinks it's cute. She will always hold a safe space for him in her heart. "But I think I knew. I have always cared so deeply for you, Augustine," he continues. The way her name falls from his lips makes her heart skip a beat.

"I would never let anyone hurt you. I would never let anyone touch you. I would never let anything happen to you," he says sternly. His ears raise, his tail moves more frivolous. She tilts her head in concern as her brows furrow. "Nete?" she asks. "What's wrong?" He takes a breath as he shakes his head. Tears falling from his waterline due to the movement. "I just - I can’t lose you. I've never been able to," he starts with wobbling lips. He pulls his gaze away and out into the blackness of the ocean.

"When you left, I knew you were safe. You were safe with Norm," he nods as though he is trying to convince himself again. "I agreed with my father. If we stayed with the people, Quaritch would find them. He would find you." He shakes his head as he tries to hold his breath. "I would never let that happen." She watches as the joy drains from his sweet face. “I know you wouldn’t,” she soothes. “Because now I am here with you.”

Augustine's other hand instinctually lands against his cheek. Her thumb brushes against one of his tears. "You will never lose me, Ma'Nete," she coos. "I'm stuck to you like glue." She starts to laugh, which makes him chuckle and shake out the remainder of his tears. "Nga yawne lu oer, Augustine," Neteyam whispers as he turns into her palm, kissing it ever so gently. "Oel ngati kameie, Neteyam," she murmurs. Her heart so full and brazen with love for him, her one and only.

His kisses travel to her inner wrist, leaving her giggling. As his eyes watch in undeniable love, he continues to kiss up her arm causing her to wriggle about. His mouth leads closer to her shoulder. He adjusts himself where he leans into his hands at the sides of her thighs. His lips flutter from her shoulder, to her collar bone, and to her neck. The ticklish sensation now turning into something else. She gasps as she feels his sweet lips against her skin. Her hand comes to support the back of his head, keeping his lips upon her.

Neteyam looks up to her with excitement. The same look also asks for her permission to proceed. Augustine nods with a nervous smile. He continues to kiss her neck, which causes gasps and giggles to fall from her lips. She scrunches her body up beside him as he gradually leans his over her. Her head softly lands against the cool surface of the stone below her. She raises her hand to his face once more. He smiles as he places another peck to her palm and leans closer to place a soft kiss upon her lips.

She falls deep within this embrace, forgetting absolutely everything and solely living in this moment with him. No one else exists. Its just Neteyam and Augustine - forever. He presses his tongue lightly against her mouth. Instinctually, she parts her lips to allow their tongues to flow to each other. She hooks her arm around his shoulders and pulls him closer until his body is actually resting atop of hers. Her thighs hold his in place as he lays between her legs. His hands float between the sides of her shoulders down to the sides of her hips.

Breaking the kiss, Neteyam looks down to watch as his hand slowly creeps up her top. Augustine places a tender kiss against his forehead. His fingers slowly follow the curves of her body. She gasps lightly as his finger tips brush against her nipple. His face immediately shoots up to hers in concern. She smiles to reassure him. His palm presses against her nipple. They firm up against his touch. He looks up to her again as he begins to kiss her sternum. Her entire skin feels like pillars of electricity. Each kiss is a spark that lights up the rest of her body. He watches in pleasure as her freckles light up with his touch.

Neteyam's body tenses in excitement as he sees the woman he loves welcoming his advances. Following his gut, he slides his tongue across the soft muscle of her breast. He follows it until it touches the sensitive skin of her nipple. He takes her nipple in his mouth as she lets out a weak moan. Her hand rests at the base of his skull. He sucks harder, feeling her twist beneath him. He wants to hear her. He wants to make her feel everything. Every single ounce of pleasure.

He quickly decides to venture forward by trailing his tongue down her gorgeous stomach. Her freckles continue to brighten as he presses the wet, strong muscle against her most sensitive spots. Her eyes close as she firmly presses her head against the rock. Her body feels like its screaming. It's screaming for something unfamiliar. Something she's never done before. Something she's never experienced. It's desperation pulls her away from the fear roaming in the back of her mind. She lightly guides him lower and lower until he plays with the thread of her undergarment.

Neteyam peers up once more, one more check for permission. She raises her head as he stops his movements. Something her body most definitely did not want to happen. Augustine licks her lips as she watches his fangs playfully bite into her inner thigh. She pulls her legs together, letting out a loud giggle. He laughs alongside her as he circles his thumbs against her outer thighs. "Is this okay?" he asks softly as he kisses the other side of her inner thigh. "Yes," she responds with a sweet smile.

He slowly tucks his fingers underneath her loin cloth. She moves her hips side to side to help him pull it down her waist, her thighs, and string it between her ankles. He looks down at her, in all her glory, with a watering mouth. He has dreamt of his moment. Always telling himself that it would never happen. Something as beautiful as her would never be his. But, finally, she was. She always was - his. As he was hers. Not a single moment of concern or worry fills her chest as she watches him rake over her naked body. She feels comfort, joy. She feels sexy underneath him. She feels powerful.

Neteyam slowly lowers himself between her legs. His eyes completely on her, not moving an inch. His tail swinging quite a bit behind him. His nerves starting to get the best of him as he places his lightly perspiring palms against her inner thighs. His tongue lightly rests upon his bottom lip, as if it could not wait any longer. She opens her legs to invite him in. Her hand gently finds its way back to his braids. She intertwines her fingers as her thumb gently rubs circles on the side of his head.

Heavy breaths fall from both their lips as they wait in absolute anticipation. His eyes fall upon her warmth, so inviting. His fingers lightly trail up her inner thigh. His fingertips lightly touch her clit, which is enough to make her jump. He feels the wetness of her slick. Immediately, all of his blood travels south. What was since then a bulge is now a perfectly firmed appendage pressing against her leg. She knows nothing of it, but knows she wants all of it. Now.

Neteyam lightly rubs his fingertips against her clit. Augustine wiggles underneath him again as a sweet moans fall from her lips. Her eyelashes fluttering as her thighs dig against his shoulders. He looks up to watch her in undeniable pleasure. He thought it was impossible, but she is even more beautiful from this perspective. He wishes to be the only person to see her like this. To help her feel like this. He cannot believe that she chose him. That his greatest dream has now become a reality. She continues to let out heavy sighs as her fingers begin to grip against his scalp. She arches her back and raises her hips.

"Eywa ngahu," Ronal mutters as she looks down upon the pair.

Augustine immediately yelps as she attempts to roll to her side to cover herself. Neteyam yells, "Shit!" He quickly pulls up his love's undergarments and covers her as he turns back to the terrifying face of the Tsahìk. "Ronal," he whispers as he slowly stands. Augustine stands behind him, still covering herself. She feels completely exposed and is quite embarrassed with herself. He holds a firm hand at her thigh, pushing her further behind him. "Ngaytxoa, Tsahìk," he mutters as he quickly gestures a greeting and bows before her.

Ronal's eyes continue to travel between Neteyam and Augustine. She attempts to process exactly what she saw and how to move forward as a mother, and most importantly as Tsahìk. She watches as Augustine cowers behind Neteyam. Her hair wet and tussled over her shoulders. She looks innocent, is innocent. Her father - her alien father asked for uturu from the Metkayina clan. His father advocated for her, advocated for her Na'vi lineage. He briefly shared about her mother and ties to the Tayrangi and Omatikaya clans.

With a stern face, Ronal quickly decides on her course of action. She swiftly grabs Neteyam's ear between her finger and thumb. She pulls him towards her skimwing on the other side of Ranteng Utralti. He hisses in pain as he struggles to follow her. Augustine rushes behind them. "Tsahìk, where are you taking him?" she asks with a worried tone. "Where am I taking you both," Ronal corrects. "Do you have ilu?" she asks, rather harshly. Her eyes are stern. Her lip is pulled in a mixture of disgust and disappointment. "Yes, Tsahìk," she answers. "Meet us on the other side," she points where and immediately gestures to shoo her away.

Augustine clucks her tongue to call for Aazll. Aazll lets out a concerning whine as she makes the bond. "Sh, sh Aazll. It will be okay," she coos as she rubs the side of her neck. With a single thought, she dives into the water to meet Ronal and Neteyam. She swims up and overhears their conversation. "Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan, I do not need to hear this. You will tell the people what you have done," Ronal says as she aggressively pulls away from his ear. He turns towards her in shock. His eyes widen in worry. "Get on," Ronal yells as she hops onto her skimwing. He lets out a shaky breath and steps on behind her. "Girl, you follow," she instructs as she dives into the water.

Augustine watches as Neteyam disappears underneath the blackened waves. She lets out a deep breath as her eyes fall upon the glowing pink and purple colors floating in the beautiful waters below her. Tonight was incredible. Tonight she loved. She knew, in her heart, that she was loved. She wish she knew what will happen next. With another deep breath released from her lips, she dives into the ocean to follow Ronal and Neteyam back to Awa'atlu.

iknimaya: omatikaya rites

nga yawne lu oer: i love you; you are beloved to me

oel ngati kameie: i see you

eywa ngahu: (may) eywa (be) with you

ngaytxoa: sorry; my apologies

uturu: na'vi tradition to provide safety to any refugee

ranteng utralti: metkayina spirit tree

As soon as Neteyam landed his feet onto the netted floor of the village, Ronal had her fingers pinching his ear again. He winces, but does not let a sound escape his mouth. She turns back to the water to ensure that Augustine was following. She is. She sulks with nervous hands before her as she follows closely behind the two. She only looks up once she begins to see the glowing embers of the fire before them. Ronal is leading them to the people's wutso.

Ronal marches Neteyam to the middle of the people, to the Olo'eyktan. Augustine's worried eyes quickly meet Kiri's. She stands at the sight of her brother being dragged by the Tsahìk. Her movement cues the remainder of the Sully family toward the danger ahead. Neytiri and Jake immediately rush to the front of the fire to meet their eldest. Kiri holds Tuk, as Lo'ak holds Spider back.

Tsireya holds her hands to her face as she watches the horror unfold before her. Her eyes return to Augustine's gaze. She mouths, "What happened?" Augustine is unsure of what to say and just shakes her head until her eyes fall onto the ground. She notes another area of movement to her right. She looks up to note Pipxì and other Metkayina standing around her. Pipxì walks to the front as well once recognizing her promised mate.

"Olo'eyktan, I found Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan attempting to muntxa si this girl," Ronal announces before the Metkayina people. Neteyam and Augustine stand side by side in the middle of a circle at the feet of the Metkayinan leader. She keeps her eyes on the fire before her, desperate to leave this reality. Numerous gasps can be heard throughout the people. The area from which Pipxì was sitting is filled with Na'vi yelling war cries. Several of the people stand and huddle around the group.

"The warrior is promised to Pipxì Te Haie Hawota'ite," she says as she turns towards the crowd. Her eyes finally fall upon Neteyam's. "This is wrong," she says strongly in his face. Neytiri steps forward, but Jake quickly places a hand before her. Both of their faces are filled with worry. Tonowari stares down onto Neteyam and Augustine. His face displaying disapproval and an undeniable frown. "What say you Neteyam?" he asks as he stands from his sit.

Neteyam takes a step forward. He breathes in sharply through his nostrils as his ears fall flat. "I choose Augustine," he says loudly. "I make no apologies for that." The people begin to yell behind them. It is loud enough that Augustine winces at the sudden noise. Tonowari yells to hush his people. "You do not have a choice, Son of Toruk Makto," he says calmly. "You are promised by Tsahìk - by Eywa." Neteyam grunts as he pulls his eyes from the Olo'eyktan. Neytiri hisses as she attempts to discipline her son for his disrespect.

"I am taronyu," Neteyam states with his eyes still to the ground. His chest begins to raise as his eye line trails back to Tonowari. "I choose my own mate. It is my rite." Tonowari steps towards him, towering over him. Augustine watches in fear. "You do not talk to Olo'eyktan like that, boy," Ao'nung yells from the crowd. "Your promise is by the will of Eywa!" Neteyam’s strong face pulls back up to the leader. "No, my promise is by the will of Ronal," he mutters. Augustine turns towards Tonowari in absolute worry. What is Neteyam doing? How could he be so disrespectful to the Olo'eyktan?

Ronal quickly moves to stand beside her husband. "I am Tsahìk," she states viciously. "You are to marry a great warrior's daughter. Your child is to lead us into victory against the Sky People. That is the will of Eywa!" She stands before Neteyam, growling as he stands proudly still and firm before them. "Augustine is a great warrior's daughter!" Kiri yells as she pushes out from the crowd. "Kiri!" Neytiri snaps as she attempts to hold her back from entering the circle. "Tsahìk, she is the daughter of Ewtoä," she says as she tirelessly breathes before Ronal.

"Yes, Ewtoä was a great warrior of the Tayrangi," Jake continues as he turns to speak to all of the Metkayina. "Her mother helped us to win the first war against the Sky People." Neytiri adds, "Beside Toruk Makto, Ewtoä was what held all the clans together. She connected the hunters of the sky with those of the ground." She turns back to speak directly to Ronal. "It makes sense that her daughter should carry the next Toruk Makto for generations to come." Ronal hisses as her lip pulls to the side.

"Pipxì is the great granddaughter of the greatest Metkayina hunter, Sayay Te Zìkxmaw Lätxa'itan," a booming voice comes from the right side of the crowd. An older man approaches the circle with anger clear upon his face. "She holds the blood of a true leader." Augustine turns to look at him with pain her eyes. "This girl has done nothing but disrespect our people and Eywa herself," he says with disgust as he looks into her eyes. Augustine immediately turns around with tears welling. She returns her eyes to the fire before her. She never should have let her gaze leave its glowing embers.

"Pipxì," Tonowari calls out. "What are your thoughts?" Pipxì stands before the Olo'eyktan with a disapproving expression. Neteyam winces at the sight of her, remembering what she had harshly said to him this morning. "By the will of Eywa, I am promised to Neteyam," she states, devoid of feeling. She turns to look at Augustine, who's eyes are anywhere but her way. Her eyes travel to Neteyam's. Anger begins to build within her chest. He decided to do this behind her back. He betrayed her, whether she wanted to move forward with the mating rite or not. "If she is the daughter of a great warrior, then I must see this for myself," Pipxì answers with a monotone. "I challenge Augustine te Uniltìrantokxolo’ Ewtoä'ite to the First Blood rite."

Augustine's eyes slowly fall upon Pipxì's in horror. Pipxì's eyes show absolutely no remorse as she stares at the Olo'eyktan. Augustine has only heard of the First Blood rite in stories her father told her as a child. A ritualistic battle where one opponent must draw the blood of the other first. She looks up to seek guidance from her Sully family. She is met with horrified looks. Tuk continues to reach out towards her, almost to comfort her. Kiri holds her hand down in an attempt to protect her from getting involved.

"To determine what outcome?" Tonowari asks blatantly. Pipxì then, and only then, speaks directly towards Augustine. With an angered look, she spits out, "To determine who has the blood of the greatest warrior." Neteyam steps out of line without hesitation. "No, Pipxì," he yells. Jake quickly wraps his arms around his eldest son. He grunts as he struggles to hold on. "Do not do this. You don't even want this!" Neteyam pleads from his restraints. "It is done," she mutters as she looks down at him and back up to her leader.

Neteyam loudly grunts and aggressively rips himself from his father's arms. "I will fight," he yells towards Tonowari. "I will fight for Augustine." Augustine turns towards him in shock. She did not need him to fight for her, yet he chooses to make her sound weak in front of the people. Although Neteyam knows this, he would never wish any harm her way for his crimes. He promised to keep her safe. "I did this, Olo'eyktan. I broke the promise," he begs. "Not her." Tonowari stares down at the pleading boy. "You do not have a choice, Son of Toruk Makto," he states with regret. He watches as Neteyam falls to his knees and covers his face with his hands.

"The First Blood Rite will be held at first light. Rest well," Tonowari says as he walks from the crowd. The Metkayina people cheer as Pipxì walks back towards her friends and family. Augustine looks deep into the fire. The overwhelming feelings coursing through her veins, encouraging her to just jump in. It would all be over so quickly. She wouldn't have to do this -

"Augustine," Jake says, pulling her from her thoughts. He watches her in concern as she slowly pulls her gaze towards him. Her body moves in slow motion as the shock floods her muscles. "We need to go back to the pod. Can Kiri and Lo'ak take you?" With what felt like forever, Augustine slowly nods. She turns back to look for Neteyam's eyes. Neytiri had her hands on his shoulders as she disciplined him. Spider stands beside her with furious fists clenched. Augustine was not given a chance to say goodbye.

Kiri and Lo'ak rush to hook their arms with Augustine's. "It's going to be okay, Gusty," Kiri continues to repeat as she guides her back towards the Sully pod. Augustine is starting to think that those words are more comforting to Kiri at this moment. As they reach the home, Lo'ak stands worried in a corner. His eyes watching the moving water below the netting. Tsireya paces behind him with her hand to her forehead. Kiri sits in front of Augustine with absolute worry on her face.

"Can you fight?" Kiri asks as she reaches for Augustine's hand. "Yes, I continued my practices but I haven't fought against another since I left High Camp," she says as she keeps her eyes on their hands. "First blood is not to the death," Kiri adds with a concerned expression. She attempts to gain Augustine's gaze. Augustine looks up to Kiri with tears falling down her cheeks. "I don't care about that," she shares as she pulls her eyes away once more. "I don't want to hurt anyone." Kiri's lips tremble as her body empathetically watches her closest friend in so much pain.

Kiri takes a quick breath to regulate herself and focus upon her friend. "Gusty," she says as she reaches for Augustine's chin and pushes it up. "You need to. You need to win. You need to win so you can be with Neteyam." Augustine bites her lip as she shakes her head. "Why?" she cries. Lo'ak rushes to her side, placing a comforting hand to her shoulder. "The outcome is forever," he shares. "If you do not win, Neteyam will always be promised to Pipxì. You won't be able to break that promise, Gus." He then grabs hold of her shoulders to turn her towards him. "Is not hurting Pipxì more important than being with the person you love?" he asks with all sincerity.

Augustine's eyes flick towards Lo'ak. "I won't let her win," she says through grinding teeth. She feels a darkness bubble within her as she mentally prepares for the battle ahead. "Reya, do you know anything about Pips' fighting style?" he asks, turning back to his love. Tsireya rushes over and sits before them. She is a clear ball of stress and worry. "She is a great hunter, an even better warrior. She fights with grace and power," she answers with her brows pushed together. She continues to shake her head, unsure of how the girl before her will win against one of Metkayina’s strongest warriors Lo'ak yells, "Shit" under his breath. He then guides Augustine to stand before him. "We need to practice."

Suddenly, a force rushes through the front entrance. "Augustine!" Neteyam says as he runs in with eyes looking every where. "Neteyam," she whimpers with her arms open as she collapses into his chest with tears in her eyes. "I am so sorry, Ma’Augustine," he starts as he pulls away and kisses her forehead and cheeks. "I'm supposed to keep you safe and now, I'm putting you in danger?" Augustine shakes her head. "You didn't do anything, Ma'Nete," she whispers. "I'll do what I must."

Lo'ak stands beside the two lovebirds with a serious look to his face. "We need to practice, bro," he states as he turns towards his brother. "Yes," Neteyam nods. He steps back and looks at Augustine. She is thin, devoid of much muscle as she spent the majority of the past four years with her nose stuck in a book as opposed to scaling walls and trees. "Are you ready, my love?" he asks. "Yes, Ma'Nete."

wutso: dinner, served meal

muntxa si: mate with, marry

taronyu: hunter

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our-blood-is-our-ink · 1 year

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Double up, I want as many as answerable on Agatha's parents. :P

Whelp. It's all under the cut.

Also please understand that they are so cute together and again, Agatha 100% models her expectations off of them.

1. - How do they fall asleep? Wake up? Any daily rituals?

Evanora is the early riser and the night owl. How that woman functions is anyone's guess (it's Lance, he keeps her from falling too far apart at the seams) so it's usually this “Evanora, come to bed.” “In a moment, I need to finish this up.” “You can finish it in the morning, you always have time in the mornings.” “*Sigh* you're not leaving me alone until I give in, are you?” “Come to bed, Nora.” And then, fair chances are, Lance will just scoop her up into his arms before tucking both of them in under the covers.

Lance always wakes up to a brightly sunlight room, and an empty bed, puttering coming from the kitchen, and a cup of warm morning tea on the nightstand, Evanora having woken up before him and has already gotten the day in the Harkness household started.

Evanora and Lance do their best to go on a walk together everyday, just so they can spend the time together.

2. - How's their team work? Do they share well?

It's really good! Lance takes care of the surface level things, as the man of the household, because it's what's expected, while Evanora takes care of the things beneath the surface, as is her birthright.

And yeah, they do. They'd rather share than argue, they don't like being upset with each other.

3. - Are they open about their relationship?

How do they feel about public displays of affection?

They're not shy about it certainly, but Evanora has a strong sense of decorum, and unless it's their anniversary, she'll hardly even let Lance hold her hand in public.

However, on occasion, when she's feeling playful, she'll surprise Lance with a kiss on the cheek. She loves the way his face lights up with it, and nine times out of ten, it'll wind up with her trying to do her level best to keep herself from giggling into his shoulder.

4. -First impression of each other? Was it love at first sight?

It was definitely not love at first sight. Lance was three when Evanora had been born, and the entire House Harkness had been called to celebrate the birth of an heir. (Yeah, they're third cousins, they really said if we're going to be royalty we're going to commit to the bit.)

I imagine Evanora didn't have much ability to form a first impression then, and probably didn't have much to do with Lance until she was in her mid-teen years. Lance most likely just thought there was nothing special, it's just a baby, can I please have that treat you promised if I sat still?

5. -Nicknames? Pet names? Any in-jokes?

Lance is so big on those. He's cycled through a few, though Nora is the one that's stuck around the longest. (There was a brief period of time for both Eva and Ora, but Evanora distinctly did not enjoy those.) He frequently calls her “my North Star” as well as darling, dear, and love. He probably also calls her kitten, though I doubt he's ever called her that around other people ever.

Evanora herself isn't huge on nicknames or pet-names, but on occasion she'll call him Archie (his full name is Lance Archibald) or sweetheart.

There's definitely inside jokes, but frankly those haven't yet been shared with me.

6. - Any tasks that are always left to one person?

Running the coven has always been and will always be Evanora's to shoulder alone. Otherwise, they like to do their best to share tasks between them, or to do something the other hates doing (like dusting or collecting firewood, etc.)

7. -What annoys them the most about their partner? Would they change it if they could?

It annoys Lance greatly when he and Evanora are having an argument and she uses her responsibilities as a way of getting space instead of just asking for it. He would absolutely change it if he were able, it drives him up a wall feeling like Evanora doesn't trust him enough to give her her space.

And Evanora for her part gets deeply annoyed when Lance inadvertently keeps her at social engagements longer than she has the social energy for.

But she wouldn't change that, because Lance thrives in social situations, and she does love seeing him in his element.

8. - What do the like best about their partner?

Evanora loves how Lance is subtly possessive, he makes her feel so safe in his arms. He constantly is touching her somehow, even if it's just his shoulder brushing against hers.

And without fail, every single time Evanora had been expecting, around the house he refused to let her walk anywhere, carrying her from room to room in his arms.

And Lance adores how Evanora saves all her affection for him for private, it makes it feel special, treasured. He loves how she balances her sense of decorum and responsibility with her ability to be openly loving and fun.

9. -Do they discuss big issues? Religion? Marriage? Children? Death?

They do, at much length. They've had to. Life has not been very kind to them in terms of children and death.

10. - Who drives? Cooks? Does the handiwork? Cleans? Pays the bills? Handles the public?

Well, Evanora knows how to steer a carriage, but it wouldn't be proper of her. And besides, there's nowhere she has to go that requires such transportation. When Lance goes on his business trips, he steers his own carriage.

They split the cooking and cleaning duties, depending on what's going on and who has the most time available for it.

Evanora is heavily involved in Lance's business, and she helps him bring home the money.

They both handle the public, working at all angles to keep their family and coven safe.

11. -Do they celebrate holidays? Anniversaries?

They celebrate birthdays. Anniversaries tend to be more... Low-key.

12. - Is there a wedding? What was the proposal like? Any kind of honeymoon?

No comment.

13. - What do they do for fun? Do they have a favorite activity or do they like to switch things up?

Once in a while they'll sneak out of the house and to the clearing where the coven meets and cast a spell for some music and just dance together.

They're very good at it, having been professionally taught in their childhoods.

14. - Anything they both dread?

Another witch hunt. One of them dying while the other isn't in Salem. Agatha dying.

15. - How adventurous are they?

I'm going to say fairly, take that to mean what you will.

16. - Do they keep secrets? Lie? Cheat?

They don't often keep secrets that they won't confess within a fair amount of time. And occasionally they'll lie. But they'd never cheat.

17. - What would make them break up? Would it be permanent?

*Cough* No comment

18. -What are their dates like? How long do/did they date? Do they ever feel the need to take a break from each other?

It often times was Evanora slipping away from her duties and running with Lance somewhere private. Very low key, very simple.

Uh… They dated for… Hm… No comment.

No. Not once.

19. - What do they fight about? What are their arguments like? How do they make up?

They generally don't truly fight, but when they do, it's explosive. Evanora has a temper, and she often regrets it.

Generally they'll make up by apologizing after some space and talking it through.

And some other things I will not get into because I'd rather drink a bucket of bleach than think about it.

20. -What does their home look like? Their room?

It's neat, and tidy. The house feels warm and loved.

Their room is more of the same, but it's their private space and their personalities are much more on display in there.

21. - Do they share any interests or hobbies?

Magic is one, especially experimentations, though after Lance nearly died from one they stopped doing so entirely.

They both enjoy writing, and will pass the same story back and forth, as a little hobby.

They also have extensive knowledge in weaponry, and like to spar if they can find enough shared free time, where them disappearing for an hour or two won't be noticed.

22. - Does their work ever interfere with the relationship?

It's occasionally a point of contention, but besides for a few rare occasions, no.

23. - How do they hug? Kiss? Tease? Flirt? Comfort?

Evanora likes to bury her head against Lance's chest while he presses his forehead gently against the crown of her head, often moving his head so he can press soft kisses to her hair.

I'm going to say tenderly and leave it at that.

They like to make playful jokes at each other's expenses, including innuendos when they're alone.

No comment, pass.

Silently being held is both their go-to. Letting the initial hurt or pain pass before helping them through it, and simply just being there.

24. - Any doubts about the relationship?

There's personal insecurities, but nothing that truly makes them doubt.

25. -How much time do they spend together? Do they share their feelings, or hold things in?

As much as they're able. They share their feelings, and Lance knows how unique that makes him. Evanora is so guarded when it comes to her emotions and thoughts.

26. -How do their friends feel about their relationship? Their families?

Their family highly encouraged them to initially seek out other people, but uh. Most of their family didn't survive long enough for that encouragement to really do much other than push them closer together.

Their friends however, were fully supportive and even started a tradition where they throw the nearest object at the two of them if they're getting too obnoxious about how much they love each other. (A tradition that eventually passes down to Agatha and her friends.)

27. - Do they have kids? Grow old together? Split up?

Just Agatha, though not for lack of trying.

Yes, very happily too. Even in their old age, Lance will still scoop Evanora up and carry her, or twirl her about.

No comment.

28. -What are their vacations like?

They don't… Really vacation. If they did, it would be to somewhere private, and warm, with lots of open space.

29. - How do the handle disasters or emergencies? Minor injuries? Sickness?

They take turns panicking and calming the other one down. It works well enough for them.

Minor injuries means an excuse to stay inside and spend time together. If they can be forced to stay inside by the other person.

It's the late 1600s. Even with magic, illnesses are deadly and while they won't worry in front of each other, they're definitely quietly freaking out when they think the other person can't see it.

30. - Could they manage a long distance relationship?

Absolutely. No matter what, the other person is worth it, and distance is no trouble as long as there's a promise of being in each other's arms once more sometime in the near future.

31. - Do they have finish each other's sentences? Pick up any phrases or habits from each other? Know when the other is hiding something?

No. They prefer to let each other fully talk their thoughts out, and it's something they work hard on. They want to feel heard, and they want the other person to feel heard.

Absolutely. Evanora picks up on Lance's nicknames for Agatha once in a while, and she finds herself often flicking her hand like he does when he gets excited about something.

And Lance picked up on the habits and rituals Evanora likes to keep to (bitch is autistic I'm not taking criticism) and he's careful to ensure nothing will throw Evanora off.

And one hundred percent, but they generally won't confront each other, mainly just ask “is there something you want to discuss, or do you need time?”

32. - Do they ever get into trouble? Is it serious, or are they just mischievous?

*Cough.* No comment.

33. - What kind of presents do they get each other? Do they only do it on special occasions?

Evanora is actually the one who gives Lance flowers. At least once a month. It's very subtly done.

Their love languages aren't really gift giving, so if there is a gift that's given, it tends to be for a very good reason.

Mostly, it's acts of service and quality time.

While witch culture has most witches keep their hair long and down, Lance will often braid Evanora's hair before they go to bed. (He's really good at it too.)

34. -Do they have any pets?

No.

35. - Do they bring out the best in each other, or the worst? Do they have a fatal flaw?

They absolutely bring the best out in one another.

I think their fatal flaw is that once they're in agreement, it's incredibly difficult to get them to change their minds, or even listen to a different side to whatever it is.

36. -What's their greatest strength as a couple? Their weakness?

Their communication, and mutual respect and understanding for one another. They're a unit, and always present a united front. It's incredibly rare for them to be publicly divided on a matter.

Lance is a bit of a push over, and it takes a lot for him to firmly stand his ground if Evanora is very passionate or stubborn about a decision or argument. While they're aware of it, this proves to be the most difficult thing for them to work on.

37. -How much would they be willing to sacrifice for the other? Any lines they refuse to cross?

Evanora cannot sacrifice the coven for Lance. She simply took oaths that would not let her. Free of those… She doesn't know.

Lance's one exception to anything for Evanora is Agatha. He won't harm his daughter intentionally.

(It should be noted, Evanora feels the same when it comes to Agatha. At least, in a universe where Lance lived.)

38. -What are they like in the bedroom? Any kinks/fetishes/turn-ons? Anything they won't do?

N o p e. I am noping right outta this question. Next!

39. -Who initiated the relationship? Who kissed who first? When did they realize they were in love?

Evanora did, though it was Lance who kissed her first, because that's the way she wanted it.

And once more, no comment.

40. - Any special memories? Do they have a special place they like to go to?

Unfortunately all their special memories are tainted by grief and sadness and death in one way or another, and their special place no longer exists by the time they're established adults.

41. -Are they party-goers? What are they like when they're drunk? Does it happen often?

No, they aren't. However, when they're drunk it's very… Handsy. And sappy. And Lance is a joyful drunk. Evanora is very affectionate when she's drunk.

It rarely happens. They both don't like to drink enough to get to a point they can't make clear decisions.

42. - Do they let each other get away with things that would normally bother them?

Smaller things, absolutely. The bigger things they tend to talk through.

43. -Do they talk often? What about?

They constantly talk about anything and everything. They simply enjoy being in each other's company.

44. -Are the comfortable with each other? Anything they have to have their privacy for?

They're comfortable with each other, but they both still value their privacy. They have a system and understanding worked out that has enabled them to be happily married and stay in love.

45. -Any special dreams or goals they have as a couple? Any heartbreaks? Regrets?

Nothing they would consider special, just average or logical.

They've had… Many heartbreaks. Agatha came along after years of trying for children, and several miscarriages/failed pregnancies. After Agatha there were two. The one immediately after her broke something in both her parents, but it hit Evanora the hardest. She had been so sure that having Agatha meant she'd be able to give her daughter siblings. Lance still has bad dreams where he's back in that moment, unable to comfort his wife as her heart breaks.

The second one was an accident, and when Evanora hit her seventh month she relaxed a little in her worrying. Surely, this child will survive.

When the child was born and didn't draw a breath Evanora was deep in denial. Lance didn't have the energy or the heart to put much effort into convincing Evanora of the truth, he just let her fall asleep before arranging for the infant to be buried.

Agatha was about four, and even years later she can remember hearing her father crying behind his bedroom door. (She wasn't supposed to be anywhere near there, she was supposed to have been under careful watch, but there were a lot of adults all talking about what was going to happen next and didn't notice her slipping away.)

They have many individual regrets, but nothing together as a couple, except for perhaps only having been able to have one child.

#sky's stolen ask games #sky's inbox #aparticularbandit #sky answers #sky replies #Evanora Harkness #c: evanora #c: lance archibald #lancevanora #agatha harkness #sky character builds #c: lancevanora #c: lance

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madewithspice · 2 years

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Mikasa Ackerman relationship headcanons

Something for the gf of my dreams, my wife, my woman, my queen because she deserves all the attention

Consider yourself lucky that you're in relationship with her. She's very protective and she'll do anything that can assure your safety. She isn't afraid to step in even if the situation is dangerous. She always has your back in everything

Doesn't let you carry anything. Literally nothing! She will carry all the heavy bags herself and she will get mad if you try to even hold a small item. She's a very strong woman and you can see it in many aspects which leads to the next one

She never asks for help. NEVER. She'll do everything her own. She's very independent and from a young age she learnt how to do certain things alone. That has changed a little since you became a part of her life because you try to help her as much as you can even though she refused many times but that didn't stop you

She kisses your knuckles a lot. When you two are holding hands in public, you'll feel her soft lips on your hands at least 10 times. Also likes to give you cheek kisses when she's in a hurry. Goth Mika leaving purple lipstick kisses on your cheeks :((

She does your make up :((( she has good make up skills that everyone is jealous of but lucky for you she loves doing yours. It brings you two closer. She kisses your lips before applying lipstick because as she claims " it's a needed step" for a perfect make up look. At the end she cups your face to admire your beautiful face that has her addition

She's definitely an athletic person and she loves when you join her. Prefers exercising in her house because she hates gyms. So many creeps are there and it's better doing everything in your own comfort. She'll hype you up when you do something even if it's the bare minimum like 1 push up. OHHH speaking of push ups. I have this thing in my mind. You go underneath her while she's doing push up for extra "motivation" and she kisses you everytime she finishes one but at the end she falls on top of you because you two started giggling :((( marry me

Gets very blushy when you call her cute pet names. Even if you called her the same thing a hundred times she'll still get flustered. You two call each other stupid pet names for fun a lot , like my pookie, my cinnamon roll, my cherry pie etc I'm sorry if you use them for real. I personally find them funny

She really loves when you're wearing her clothes. She's so happy when she sees you wearing her dresses. She can't get her eyes away from you. You'll hear many many compliments calling you her pretty baby

I feel like she has many piercings on her ear. Definitely a septum and a belly button piercing that you got together so you can match. You two were holding each others hand through the process

You two match a lot of things. Like outfits but not in sense of wearing the same clothes but the same colour or aesthetic. You two have matching rings and she promised that one day she'll get better ones for when you two get finally married

Basically self insert shit with me and Mika. I need a ship name :(

-Markie

#mikasa ackerman #mikasa x reader #mikasa x y/n #attack on titan mikasa #mikasa headcanons #shingeki no kyojin mikasa #mikasa fluff #mikasa hcs #aot headcanons #aot x reader #mikasa snk #aot hcs #attack on titan #aot girls #aot mikasa #wlw #wlnb

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racheloveyunho · 3 years

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Till death do us part - 4

Y/N grew up in a wealthy family, she always was seen as a beautiful and smart kid and was most likely to take her father’s place as the CEO of one of the most important companies in South Korea. However, after the death of her mother, Y/N’s family slowly started to break apart. Her father was always working to forget his uncalled pain while his kids were left alone at home.

She was 17 years old when her life took a sudden turn when she met him in a dark alley. He was a bloody mess, bruises everywhere but behind blood and dirt, she could see his beautiful features and his addictive gaze. Maybe she should have walked away, maybe she shouldn’t have helped him, but the moment his gaze locked with hers, she was already his.

Choi San was his name.

Genre: Mafia AU, smut, angst, fluff, stranger to lovers

Words: 1883

TW series: Y/N is described as an OC. Please be aware that this story will contain a lot of triggering content such as smut, blood, death, murder, drug, kidnapping, etc. Do not read if you are under a legal age!

TW chapter: Obsessive behavior (from Y/N’s and San’s side), threats, swearing and a hint of jealousy.

Here it was, the silhouette I liked the most

"San..."

He hugged me tightly as if there was no tomorrow. I noticed how he was sweaty and out of breathe, probably from running to get to me faster.

I breathed in his unique scent, it was woody scent, something fresh but still manly. I felt safer with him, everything was easier when he was by my side. I didn't want to let him go and my feelings seemed mutual as he tightened his grip on my waist.

I was like a piece of metal attracted to a magnet.

We sat down on the bed and he let me cry my heart out, listening every word I had to say. I told him my story, my conflictual relationship with my father, how harsh he was with me and my brother since my mom passed away and my arranged wedding with this Hwang Jinyoung.

We talked for two good hours about my problems but also about the future we both wanted.

As time went on, I started to feel sleepy, my eyelids were heavy and my mind was cloudy. I slowly closed my eyes until I fell into a deep sleep into San's arms. He gently patted my head to help me fall asleep.

"Don't worry Y/N, I will protect you from now on."

San hummed a song before falling asleep by Y/N’s side.

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Chapter 4

I woke up in the same room I felt asleep on. The unusual walls made my heart ache at the thought of what had happened between my father and I. I knew deep inside me that there will be no turning back with my relationship with him but strangely enough, i didn't feel bad about it, I was more concerned about my brother than anything.

"Did you sleep well?"

I looked up and was greeted by this angelical face of his. San was laying on the same bed as me, one of his muscular arm holding my frame tightly. I smiled back and hide my face on his chest, smelling his addictive scent at the same time.

"I did."

It was a weird feeling. I knew almost nothing of San, I met him three times and still... I felt as if I could give him my whole body and soul. I couldn't help but think about what my mom told me when I was still a child.

"Someday you will find someone you can rely on, someone who doesn't need words to know how you feel, someone who understand and cherish you as the most precious thing in the world. You will find this person one day Y/N, I'm sure of it."

My lips came upward in a smile as I remembered my mom's word, they had a new meaning to me since I met San.

His grip tightened a little around me while his other hand was busy, gently petting my hair.

"You are acting like a boyfriend"

"Do you like it?"

"Very much" I smiled, looking fondly at him and before I knew it, San leaned on and kissed me slightly.

His lips felt like feather, there was nothing but sweetness and love in this kiss, his right hand cupped my cheek and rubbed his thumb against the soft skin.

When our lips finally moved apart, I looked up to meet his - oh so lovely - gaze.

"You are so beautiful"

"Say the man whom is beauty itself" I giggled softly.

This moment was almost perfect - almost.

My mind was quick to remember about the bitterness of the situation I was in. I looked down sadly, avoiding San's intrigued eyes.

A lot of questions were running on my mind. What will happen from now on? I was still minor and my dad was stubborn, he would never let me escape from his grasp so easily. How will I survive? I didn't even had enough money to stay on this hotel for more than a week.

Unconsciously, I sighed heavily. San took my chin between his thumb and his index and lift my face towards his.

"What is it?" San asked me in a whisper.

"Did you bring your phone with you? I have to call Hana, she must be worried."

After a few seconds, he nodded and gave me his phone. I entered the familiar number and quickly enough, Hana's voice was heard through the phone.

"Y/N!! Is everything okay? I was worried sick! I thought you were coming early in the morning?" Her voice cracked at the end of her sentence. I frowned my eyebrows. She was whispering yelling and it was odd since she was always a loud girl.

"Sorry, I didn't wake up. Why are you this quiet?" I suspiciously asked.

"Y/N, I don't think you should come here, your father was there one hour ago and he was beyond furious! He threatened me and my family, saying that he will ruin our lives if he find out we are hiding you from him!" She cried out.

This sentence came before a long and heavy silence where no one dared to talk. My mind was processing this new information while my heart was scolding me for bringing my best friend and her family into a delicate situation.

San was quietly listening to our conversation, his right hand on top of mine while his thumb was gently rubbing the back of my hand..

"I'm so sorry Hana... I didn't mean to bring you into this mess..." I lowered my voice, guilt eating me alive.

"Hey sweety... It's okay. You didn't do anything wrong but... I don't think this is a good idea to go against your father will. He is really scary."

"Are you telling me to came back home and let my father do everything he wants with me?" My throat felt suddenly dry and my heart heavy in my chest.

No answer.

I knew she was just afraid of what could possibly happen to her and her family, she just wanted to protect her loved ones. However, I couldn't help but feel betrayed. She knew how my father was and how hard it was for me to handle this situation.

"I see. Don't worry for me, I'm gonna find a way." I finally stated with the coldest voice I could muster. I didn't let her the time to give an answer and hung up right away.

I stayed silent for a while and so did San.

After what seemed like an eternity, I finally looked up at him and sighed with a small smile "Thank you for what you did to me. I owe you one"

"Why are you talking as if you are going somewhere?" he arched his eyebrows before leaning close to me with his signature smirk of his "I'm not planning to let you go away from me, love."

I gasped in surprise "L-love?" I asked stuttering, embarrassed by this sudden pet name.

"Why are you embarrassed about? We just kissed a few minutes ago"

I avoided his gaze and coughed slightly to get rid of the awkwardness "I can't stay here San... You will be in trouble if my dad find out you helped me and I don't want it to happen."

This time, it was San's turn to sight.

"Y/N. Listen to me. I will let you two choices" I frowned but stayed silent to let him continue "You don't know who I am but I can help you. However I won't take you with me if you don't want to. It's up to you. Do you want to stay with me, where I'll promise to keep you safe by my side, or do you want to go back and be toyed your entire life by your father against your own will?"

Silence again.

His face was serious and his voice demanding, It actually made me think I couldn't choose the latter choice - not that I wanted to choose this option anyway.

"Why are you doing this.. I mean, we don't know much about each other and-"

"Kim Y/N, born in Seoul the 25th September 1999 at 3:48. You like horror movies and all kind of sweets, your mother passed away the 4th June and since then, your father had changed completely, leaving you and your brother behind" San said, never breaking visual contact with me "You are the student with the best grades on your class and you are the teacher's favorite and even though you want to attend the prestigious Seoul national college, you don't know what to do in your life yet"

I was astonished, how did he get all his information?

As if on cue, he slipped a hand in my hair "It's been two years now Y/N, no one know you as much as I do. I know every single details about you but now, I don't want to look at your life from far away, I want to be apart of it" He smiled but frowned as I slowly stepped away from him "were you stalking me all this time?" I asked, heart beating fast.

"Come on, I know you are as obsessed over me as I am over you" He laughed before standing up and quickly doing his hair while looking his own reflect on the mirror “I was there every time you talked to your friend about me”

I watched his every move and couldn’t find anything to say. No matter how crazy it sounded, I knew he was right.

"And how are you gonna help me?"

"Your dad isn't all white, quite the contrary" He said "I know enough to tell him to let you be" He added.

"Are you going to... threaten him?" I looked at him through the mirror.

"Why? You don't want me to?" He smiled at me, his back still facing me.

I took a deep breathe.

"No... He deserves it"

He turned around and came closer to me with the widest smirk.

"So... Are you coming with me?"

I watched as the landscape kept changing from outside the window. The spacious car was moving in slow pace in a part of Seoul I never went in.

I knew it was the beginning of something new but everything seemed so unreal, the only thing that kept me back to reality was the warmth of San's hand intertwining with mine.

I quickly take a glance at the driver, his sharp nose and strong eyes made him look cold, a perfect contrast with his tanned skin. I was surprised by how young he was, probably not much older than San and I and obviously both of them were getting along with each other.

I was so focus on looking at the man and wondering who he was to San that I didn't took notice of my staring until I felt San squeezing my hand.

"Y/N...I'm not sure of how I feel about you looking at another man" He pouted cutely to grab my attention back to him. I laughed lowly and gave him a apologetic look "I'm not sure how I feel about you being jaleous while we are not in an official relationship yet" I smirked at him.

"The kiss wasn't official enough for you?" He smirked back "should I give you an other one then? " He asked, his face coming closer to mine.

His lips ghosted over mine but we were interrupted by a loud cough before we could properly touch each other.

"Please San, can you keep your hands for yourself until you both are alone? I don't especially want to see you guys kiss in the back seat of my car" The driver said in a rather annoyed tone.

"Look who is talking" San scoffed "Should I remind you how many times you made out with your girlfriend in front of me?"

The older man let out a dry laugh, his eyes still on the road.

After a few minutes of a comfortable silencex the driver looked at me from the front mirror.

"Your name is Y/N, right?"

"Yes... And you are..?"

"I'm Seonghwa. Park Seonghwa" He said "I'm glad to meet you, San wouldn't shut up and talk about you every fucking day" He laughed, earning another loud scoff from San.

"Watch your mouth, you are older but I'm still the boss here" San growled.

Suddenly, the car stopped abruptly.

"We safely came back to your home sir~" Seonghwa politely stated, not without a hint of teasing in his voice.

San pulled me out of the car, hand still holding mine firmly. I followed him and looked up at the huge mansion in front of us.

My mouth fell agape, this place was way bigger than mine.

"Welcome to your new house" San smiled.

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We are finally starting to introduce the others members!

Also this chapter is a bit shorter, I didn’t even noticed until I checked the number of words but I thought it was better this way, there was nothing to add since the next chapter was already done lol.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it!

See you next time~

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bakustark · 3 years

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Knowing Me, Knowing You | Ares x Nymph!Reader

—for @owoboio

warning(s): nsfw, heavy petting, body worship, handjob, vaginal sex, creampie, praise kink, hickeys and love bites, possessive behavior, Nymph Reader, secret relationship, impregnation, Apollo makes an appearance at the end and gets his ass beat immediately, etc.

She loved watching him.

There was something devastatingly beautiful in the way he moved, hard muscle rippling under his skin as he removed his armor. The sight of his toned, scarred flesh made a shiver run down her spine. Other nymphs fled the area when such a being descended to bathe in the river. They called her mad each time she stayed behind to watch him, hidden in the very water he bathed in. They were afraid of him, the god of war. He could tear them apart with his hands if he so wished.

They didn’t know him like she did, though.

Her eyes travelled up his strong legs and firm thighs, taking in the sizable length of his shaft and the curve of his muscled backside. Ares sauntered into the river until the water reached his waist and sunk under to wet his torso, face and hair. His usually stern expression was smoothed out, relaxed as he carded his fingers through his short hair. Droplets of water rolled down his skin and she followed them with her gaze until they dripped into the river.

She glided through the water silently, circling him until she faced his back. It was then that she took a more human appearance, finally making some noise as she used her feet to walk closer to him. She pressed her chest against his warm back and wrapped her arms around him, trailing her open palm up his abdomen to lay over a firm pectoral, feeling the strong heartbeat under her fingertips. Ares’ shoulders dropped with a long sigh and he leaned back into her, placing his large hands over her smaller ones.

She brushed her lips against his shoulder blade, briefly mouthing at the thick scar there. “You’re a bit late today,” She murmured against his skin, more distracted by his presence than the fact that he was — in fact — two hours late.

His deep chuckle vibrated against her palm and lips, “Hello to you as well.” Ares greeted lightly, amused, and raised her hand to press a kiss against her fingertips. She leaned her forehead against his back while humming a soft melody she knew he loved, taking her hand out of his to brush against the stubble on his chin and slowly trail down his throat. She felt him swallow thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing under her palm while her other hand rubbed small circles on his hip.

She pressed soft kisses against his warm skin, shivering in delight when her hand brushed against erection, hard and throbbing against his stomach. Her fingers curled around his length, the sheer girth of him preventing her fingertips from meeting. Ares groaned her name and she giggled, pumping her hand in leisure strokes.

The tension melted from his body with each stroke, his hips bucking into her touch and his sounds of pleasure growing less restrained. She felt herself getting more and more aroused by the minute, rubbing her thighs together in search for relief. Hey breathing quickened and her heart started beating faster, her cheeks gaining warmth. It was everything she loved when taking a human form— all of those reactions and feelings only he caused.

She swiped her thumb over the head of his cock and smiled at the shudder that racked down his spine. “I missed you, my beautiful god,” She confessed in a soft purr, “I always do.”

Ares exhaled shakily in response to her words, reminding her how rare it was for someone to say such a thing to him. A greedy part of her wished he would stay with her forever, away from those other gods in Olympus that did nothing but bicker and fight and hurt others. He brushed her hands away and she stepped back, letting him turn to look down at her with a soft expression on his face.

He cupped her face with warm, calloused hands and she found her eyes fluttering shut as she leaned into his touch with a content hum. Ares leaned down to press his lips against hers, soft and gentle like always. She laid her hands on his chest, mischievously flicking her thumbs over his nipples and pushing her tongue into his mouth when his lips parted with a groan. The god of war responded eagerly despite his surprise, tilting his head to deepen the kiss.

His hands left her face to hook under her thighs and hoist her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. She moaned softly, nipping at his bottom lip and grazing her nails over his shoulders. Ares watched her through half lidded eyes, the beautiful rosy red of his iris a thin ring around his blown pupils. The imprint of his hands on her skin would stay even after he was gone, and the mere thought made her clench hard around nothing. He squeezed her ass, his fingers digging into her flesh, teasing her slit with the blunt head of his cock.

“Ares,” She breathed, locking her ankles behind his back in a futile effort to take him inside her. “Ares.” She said, more sternly when he repeated the action with a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“What is it, my love?” Ares questioned in faux concern, an amused glimmer in his eyes.

She scowled up at him, digging her nails into his shoulders, “Ares, if you don’t make love to me right this instant, I will leave.” She hissed, glancing down at the running water and squirming in his hold to prove her point. “Do not test m— ah!”

Ares buried himself inside her velvety walls in one, smooth thrust. She let her forehead rest on his chest, the delicious yet sudden stretch leaving her breathless. He groaned at the tight grip on his length, pulling back a fraction before sinking back in. She moaned softly and tilted her head up to leave soft kisses on the column of his throat, whispering gentle praises between each press of her lips against his skin.

She would never tire of this, of becoming one with this god of war that she loved with everything she was.

He leaned down to press his forehead against hers, lips parting with soft groans that escaped him with each thrust and the sweet nothings that she murmured. The pistoning of his hips quickened, her clit grinding against his pelvis and his cock nudging against that spot inside her walls that made her see stars behind her eyelids. Her legs trembled around him, “Ares…”

The god held her against him and rolled his hips, latching his lips onto her throat and tangling one of his hands into her hair when she threw her head back with a cry of pleasure. “...Mine, my little nymph,” Ares bit and sucked at her flesh, leaving fresh bruises to blossom at his wake, “Always so good for me.”

She nearly purred at his words, her eyes fluttering shut in contentment. The water sloshed and splashed with their rocking, causing a racket that her sisters would assume was Ares fighting with someone. If only they knew… She ran her nails down his back when Ares aimed his thrusts at that special spot inside her, her toes curling.

“Do it, come for me, sweetheart.” Ares uttered with a soft groan, nudging his nose against hers. She pressed her mouth against his in a kiss, taking his bottom lip between her teeth with a breathy moan as her walls tightened around his length. He gasped her name quietly, his eyes squeezing shut as a shudder ran down his spine, hot sports of cum painting the walls of her cunt. She cupped his face with her hands, her thumbs stroking his cheekbones as she moved her lips over his. Ares sighed through his nose, drawing absentminded circles on her hips and thrusting gently inside her as they rode out their climax.

“I love you,” She murmured between kisses.

His lips curled into a small smile, his eyes gaining that happy glint that made her heart skip a beat, “And I love you, my little nymph.”

Ares was late the next day as well. She found herself sitting on a rock, with the cool water of the river lapping at her bare shoulders as she nestled her hand over her stomach. She would be tied to this human form while the little life inside of her grew, which she didn’t really mind as much as her sisters did. Ares could hold her in this form, that was all that mattered.

“So this is who he’s been seeing behind our backs.” She whirled around, backing up into the water and glaring fiercely at the long haired male grinning down at her. His bronze skin and the golden hue of his curls told her she was staring at Apollo, the god of the sun. His eyes crinkled at the corners with his smile, “He made it really hard to find you. Though I have to say I understand why, you’re quite the catch.” Apollo added, looking over her bare body appreciatively.

So that’s why.

Before she could say anything, a larger body slammed into him and Apollo went crashing to the ground rather ungracefully with a pained groan. Ares threw his helmet to the side and crossed his arms over his broad chest, scowling at his brother. “Fuck off.”

“Right away.” Apollo wheezed, holding his sides.

She couldn’t help it.

She laughed.

#request #blood of zeus #blood of zeus x reader #ares #ares x reader #n/s/f/w #the title has nothing to do with the story #it’s just a mamma mia reference lmao

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kpop-dungeon · 3 years

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REQUEST (Jisung/Han x Lovedoll!You)

Warning(s): Love doll/Sex doll!reader (like a robot/Android made for sex). Don't read if you can't handle dark rough shit.

Jisung was literally fidgeting in his seat, glancing at the wall clock hanging in the class, adjusting his glasses every now and then whilst tapping his feet repeatedly. He was usually a good student. A really bright one. But today just wasn't one those days where he could behave like he usually did, lips trapped between his teeth.

Easing out a sigh of relief, he was the fastest one to slam his books shut before he shoved them in his bag and swung it over his shoulder, rushing out the class even though he was usually the last to do so, as he asked all the miscellaneous questions he had after class.

Not even bothering to say goodbye to his friends, the boy rushed out of college and ran all the way back to his apartment that was a 5 minute walk from school. "Finally!" He grunted and shut the door, locking it and speeding to his room, smiling brightly when 'she' finally came in his line of sight, laying there. All pretty and beautiful for him.

"Hey there, baby…" He had gotten his package last night and although he wanted to use her right there and then, he figured it'd be even better if she would participate and not just lay there like a dummy. So he had left her, Y/n, that he'd named her, on charge until he was back from college since he couldn't afford to skip. Lifting the soft artificial skin from her lower back, -he refused to address her as an it- Jisung gulped and pressed the 'on' button in excitement, feeding in her name as well as his before he put the skin back in it's place and stepping back, instantly getting hard when her pretty eyes opened.

She was beautiful. And she was all his. Made to obey and pleasure him. That was all her purpose was.

The love Android sat up in the bed, her mechanical head turning before it tilted upwards and she looked up at him. "Hello, Mr. Han." She had the sweetest voice as she got out of the bed, the lingerie he'd dressed her in sticking to her body sinfully. "I am Y/n, your love and domestic Android. It is very nice to meet you. You're really handsome." Even though what she was saying was all the things programmed in her hardrive, Jisung felt himself flushing at her words.

Different Androids were programmed with different commands and information etc.

The boy felt so strong and powerful for the first time in his life. She was all his. He owned her. Jisung finally had a hold on at least one thing in his life for the very first time. This dental medicine degree that he was studying in Malaysia for wasn't his choice either. But she was. Y/n was his decision and she'd always do as he pleased.

Just the thought and realisation made his cock tent up in his pants.

"You seem to be in my need, Mr. Han. May I help?" The boy's breath locked in his throat when she suddenly sat down on her knees, looking up at him with her hands resting in her laps, folded.

Jisung gulped, feeling sweat break on his skin. He was inexperienced with the opposite sex and this would be his first time. The boy was super excited but worried that his likings might take a toll on her. "Call me Han and kiss me first, baby." Leaning down, he cupped her cheek and kissed her soft plump lips, grabbing a hold of her ass and squeezing hard -fuck she was so soft in his hands-, going crazy at how her mouth felt wet from the inside, letting him dominate her tongue as he turned her neck to the side and kissed her even deeper.

"Yes… Han…" Her cheeks started to redden upon her program, fake sweat forming against her fake skin. "May I be a good doll and please my owner?"

Jisung stood up, nodding. He felt so fucking powerful above the realistic looking Android. "Yes… my pet… you may…" His balls were starting to ache now.

Y/n smiled and reached out for his pants, kissing the tent from over the pants before undoing them and pulling them down, rubbing her nose against his boxers now, kissing and licking his still clothed hard shaft. "Mmmm… you taste so good, my owner…" Breathing became difficult for Jisung.

"Good girl… such a good girl…" His fingers played with her soft hair, twirling the strands before pulling at them a bit. "But don't tease, baby… Go ahead now before I get blue balls…" Chuckling, the man pushed her in his manhood, rubbing it against her face and making her own 'drool' spread over her face.

"Thank you so much for being so good to me, sir." Pulling his boxers down, the doll giggled when his thick and long hard shaft sprang out and hit against her nose. "Wow, you're so big and thick, my owner… I can't wait to feel you in all of my hole-"

"Shut up now, baby!" The desperate boy hissed as he pushed in her mouth, gripping her hair from both sides of her head. "You talk too much, tsk." Before he started thrusting in her mouth, his own falling open and eyes almost rolling to the back of his head. "You're so fucking warm and soft for me, baby! Good girl!" Jisung was going the fastest he could, snapping his hips as he fucked her deeper and deeper, causing her to choke as programmed.

"Oh, would you look at that!" He felt up her fake scalp while going balls deep now, twitching in her throat when her mouth got completely stuffed with both his penis and balls.

"I might just make all this pretty hair rip out, huh baby? You're so good… Letting me just use you like this while you do nothing but sit in front of me like the sex slave that you fucking are and choke on me… tsk… what a pathetic whore!" Pulling his cock out of her mouth, the boy tapped his cockhead against her lips, his pre-cum and her drool smearing on her lips. "What are you?"

"A pathetic whore, sir…" Her cheeks were red as tears escaped her eyes.

"And who's pathetic little fuck toy are you? Who is your owner?"

"You are…"

"And what's my name?!" He smacked her face, continuously pumping his cock with his hand whilst he watched her with harsh eyes.

"Mr. Han… Mr. Han is my owner…" She obediently replied, looking up at him with hazy eyes.

"That's right." Before he started cumming all over her face, loving how his cum shot all over her face and coated it well until it was more white than her skin. "You're such a good fucking girl for me, my toy…" Jisung breathed out.

The next few hours passed with Jisung getting used to her and all her functions, letting her cook lunch for him and then sitting obediently besides him on the ground and resting her face against his lap as he enjoyed his food.

Time rolled on and it was dinner time when he had to make a quick run to the grocery store. Wanting to show off his belonging, the boy took the doll with him and held her smaller hand in his bigger one tightly. She looked so normal and human it was shocking.

Jisung had been in a good mood until he was groping her ass in the cue to the cashier as well as kissing her neck and cheek when some disgusting drunk started to try and flirt with the Android that had been giggling and blushing because of her owner. Since the boy was a foreigner and clearly weaker than the bulky drunk, he paid for his shopping and walked home with a pissed off expression, his toy obediently following him without a clue as to why he was so pissed.

"Are you upset, sir?" Y/n questioned after they got back home, tilting her head to the side like a human would as she tried to get a better look at him.

Jisung sighed. He felt powerless again, against that fuckin drunk. "To the bedroom. Strip."

It didn’t take another moment for the doll to reply respectfully. “Yes sir…” Before she put the shopping bags on the kitchen counter and headed upstairs, taking all the clothes her kind owner had dressed her in off before neatly folding them and placing them in the cupboard, standing besides the bed with her hands folded in front of her, head lowered in respect.

Getting himself some water to try to calm down, the boy sighed and headed upstairs, taking his spectacles off before shrugging his warm jacket off. “Good girl.” Was the first thing that left his lips when he entered the room and found her like he had ordered. Closing the door, he walked to the bed and placed his spectacles on the table, throwing his jacket in some corner of the room.

“Come here, my little toy~” Jisung cooed as he sat on the edge of the bed, a hand extended towards her that the doll took walked closer to him, watching his face to try to interpret his emotions through his features. “Over my lap…” He calmly ordered, caressing the back of her hand through his thumb. The boy was calm, yes. But it was the calm before a storm.

“Yes, my owner” Y/n replied obediently and laid over his lap, her body suddenly jerking forward and a gasp leaving her like it would out of a human girl like she had been programmed to feel as well as behave like. Jisung had spanked her soft ass and the jiggle of her cheeks made blood rush to the boy's manhood. "S- Sir…" She breathed out, her still unused soft and tight vagina starting to work, producing lubricant.

"Who do you belong to, baby?" Jisung loved how when he smacked her other cheek and then the other one again, it slightly turned pink. The technology used on her was amazing and he was glad she was worth his money. She was perfect.

"You, sir." She immediately responded, holding his legs helplessly. "Han Jisung, my only owner." She kissed his knee, a groan leavinh her short after when another smack was given to her ass, the sensors in her fake skin converting that impact as impulses of brain to her CPU.

"Good girl… you're such a good girl… perfect…" Softly squeezing her ass to soothe the 'pain', the boy continued. "That's right. You're all and only mine. Always remember that…" Kissing her naked back, the boy suddenly stood up and threw her on the bed. "Legs open now. I need you." Before he started to strip.

"You're so beautiful, sir…" Y/n breathlessly sounded, cheeks red and nipples erect whilst she waited for him with her legs wide open; welcoming him.

Jisung literally jumped on top of her, grabbing the base of her jaw. "Not more than you." Before he kissed her soft lips in a hurry, harshly biting at them and being glad that he could do whatever while not worrying about damaging her as she would moan to it all. "Hmmm… you're so beautiful… and all mine…" Grabbing both her ass cheeks, Jisung squeezed them hard while kissing her deeply, knowing he'd never had enough of that or her before he pushed his tongue in her mouth, one of his hands guiding to her ass crack and rubbing his middle finger up and down before prodding at her pucker, making her whine out.

"Awww… does it hurt, my little useless slut?" He chuckled, kissing the corner of her mouth while feeling her asshole with his middle finger, balls rubbing against her pussy and free hand groping her boob as well as pinching her crazy soft nipples that were so fucking hard right now. In all the good ways. "What is your only purpose, huh baby?" He spoke against her neck, kissing it and biting at the skin. "What is the only thing you're good for?"

Y/n artificial breaths were heavy, the things her sensors were making her feel so fucking much for her CPU. She would of course slowly get used to it after all these sensations would save in her memory but for now, just like Jisung, it was her first time.

"B- Being your little set of fuck h- holes, sir…" She whispered back, gripping at his hard shoulders due to how much her pussy was pounding while Jisung sucked and bit at both her boobs, surely with the intent of leaving marks. The boy was so fucking rough, having pent up all this frustration over the years. For power and control. "That's a- all I am good for!" She cried out when he started pumping his hard cock and tapping it against her silky soft, wet and cherry red folds.

Y/n was ethreal and it drove Jisung even more crazy.

"Good slut." The human could only whisper back before he pushed his tip in her welcoming entrance and groaning loudly at how heavenly she felt. "Oh fuck baby! Fuck! You're so fucking good for me! So tight! Fuc- SO WET!" Jisung almost cried out, biting down at her nipples while struggling to push all the way in, his other hand now placed at her throat, choking her.

"Fuck yes! You're mine! All mine!" Starting to pound into her without any mercy, Jisung laughed when he looked at the fake blood. "Jesus! They really did their best making you, huh baby?! Bleeding for your owner like this whilst being nothing but a pathetic little doll?! Solely to please him?!" Smacking her face, he steadied himself on top of her by placing one of his hands on the mattress and fucked into her harder and harder, choking her and spitting on Y/n's pretty face.

"Look at how fucking red faced you are! Struggling to breathe! That's right! You can't even breathe without my permission! Because I own you and you must always do as I say!" Releasing her throat, he started to smack and toy with her tits now, pinching at one nipple and biting at the other one, thrusting faster and faster to the point where his hips were literally snapping, knowing he was close.

Her pussy was so tight yet welcoming to his balls. "Oh baby! You're so soft! So perfect! Fuck!" Moving back up to her lips, he gripped her chin and kissed her roughly, Jisung's spit smearing all over her mouth as he bit and tongue fucked her mouth and whatnot.

If the boy's tongue was any longer he'd definitely push it in her tight little throat he'd enjoyed this afternoon.

"Fuck!" The boy moaned when he felt his cock twitch, her breathy moans tipping him over the edge and he started cumming, pulling at her hair while going even deeper and faster when she raised her legs. She clenched around him in an artificial orgasm, welcoming his hot cum even better as it was fucked higher and higher in the cleanable bundle of nerves in her abdomen.

"You're so fucking good, all mine. Only mine." Jisung kept changing even after he had orgasmed, resting his cock in her wet hole still whilst biting and kissing wherever he could reach on her sinfully soft body.

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the-keeper-of-midnight · 3 years

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Oi!! Hi! Can we please have the scenario where MC is pursued by a bad person, so MC asks RO to pretend to date: little kisses, hugs, etc? But it is obvious that, while "dating", MC is pleased and act like they are actually a couple, blushing and all 😳

Hi Chester! Thanks for the ask. See below, it's going to be a long one.

I hope that's what you had in mind. Also I left Zhan out of this one will update it later when I can think of a good reaction for Zhan 🤭🤭

L and MC have been pretend dating for a week now, and L have to be convincing because that's the only way-As per MC that one of the regular party guest (a total Douche-canoe) will leave MC alone.

As everyone sits around (including the Douche-canoe) enjoying the party, someone asks MC.

Guest1 :"So you and L, huh? Dating? How long has it been?"

"3 months-days." Both MC and L say at the same time. Everyone stare at them blankly and even the Douche-canoe raises an eyebrow.

L smiles and corrects, "3 months."

With that said, they go on to intertwine they fingers with MC's fingers.

"Yes, 3 months." MC reiterate, shooting an icy glare at the douche-canoe sitting in front of them.

Guest1 :"Nice. I've know you for while L, and I never thought you would date anyone. You always seem to be more interested in your books and games more than anything else."

L smiles coyly and glances at MC. They hold MC's gaze for a long minute before answering. "When I met MC, everything else became secondary. It was hard to focus on anything else at this point. MC was all I could think of."

As a collective "Awwww" goes on, Douche-canoe's eyes roll and MC can't help but melt inside after hearing L's words.

Guest1 :"You two are so cute. So, L? Would you say that MC is the one?"

L brings MC's intertwine fingers to their lips and kiss MC's hand. "MC is not the one, MC is the ONLY one."

L leans in and gives MC a soft peck on the cheek.

Another collective "Awwww" goes on and of course Douche-canoe takes this opportunity to walk away.

But MC is too busy looking into L's eyes. Inside MC's head a looming question, 'Are we still pretending?'

---------------------------------------------------

K and MC have been pretend dating for a week now, and K have to be convincing because that's the only way-As per MC that one of the regular party guest (a total Douche-canoe) will leave MC alone.

At the party, MC is sitting next to K on a small sofa and everyone else (including the Douche-canoe) is around, enjoying the party.

Guest1 :"K? You're sitting awfully close to MC, what's up with that?"

K: "Hmm... I... We....umm."

MC: "We're... we're a couple."

Everyone stare at them blankly and even the Douche-canoe raises an eyebrow.

K quickly grabs MC's hand and hold it. "Yeah, we're a couple." K glances at MC silently questioning if they are doing a good job at this pretending dating or not.

MC smiles, "That's my chief warden babe for ya! Always out of words when telling others about our relationship."

"Your chief-what?" Douche-canoe dares to ask.

K throws a murderous look at Douche-canoe, if look could kill, Douche-canoe would be dead.

Guest1: "Is it like a pet name that you have for each other?"

To MC's surprise, K smiles and nods. "Yes. That's MC's pet name for me, and I love it. I know that I act like I don't love that pet name sometimes, but it's just my way of teasing MC."

As K says that, they glance and look straight into MC's eyes. MC blushes and purses their lips, trying to hide a smile.

Guest1 :"So cute and original. Most people goes for Buttercup or Love bug, but you two are killing it with this pet name."

Douche-canoe scoffs, but don't say anything.

Across the room Jessup calls for MC and K to come over and join him outside. Happy to leave the room full of curious, MC and K try to stand at the same time.

MC loses balance and almost fall over, but K quickly catches MC before MC falls. "Don't worry, I got you."

K loses balance and almost fall over, but MC quickly catches K before K falls. "Whoa! That was close."

They both remain glued to each other, staring into each other's eyes.

The room goes silence and everyone waits for a reaction.

"MC... I..." Is the last thing K says before capturing MC's lips into a soft and long kiss.

A collective "Whooop! Whooop! Get it MC!" goes on and of course Douche-canoe takes this opportunity to walk away.

But MC is too busy enjoying the kiss to notice. Inside MC's head a looming thought, 'No more pretending, I want this for real'

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A and MC have been pretend dating for a week now, and A have to be convincing because that's the only way-As per MC that one of the regular party guest (a total Douche-canoe) will leave MC alone.

At the party and with everyone around (including the Douche-canoe) Ashley is sitting on MC's lap while going through her phone.

"Oh, babe? Look at this one. We would be so cute wearing those, right?" Ashley shoves the phone' screen on MC's face for MC to see the picture she is referring to.

In the room, someone clears their throat.

Guest1 :"Ashley? Does that mean... you and MC are..."

The person doesn't get to finish as Ashley replies, "We're dating, yes. I was showing MC an outfit that I found online. I'm thinking that as a couple, we should do a matching outfit for next Halloween. Wouldn't that be so cute?"

Guest1 :"Yeah... I love th-"

Ashley: "Jessup and Kerry did one last Halloween and I was so jealous of them. They went as Prince charming and his prince, so cute but also way too over the top."

MC: "Ash... babe... maybe we-"

Ashley: "Oh! Here's another one.. Black Swan inspired. Oh! Gee! Look at those cute feathers.. awwww."

MC: "Ash? Feathers? I' not sure..."

Ashley wiggles on MC's lap an pinches MC's cheeks, "Please be my black swan, please be my black swan, please be my black swan..."

Douche-canoe's eyes go wide and Guest1 almost feels uncomfortable looking at Ashley's lovey dovey reactions.

MC: "Okay.. okay.. I'll be your black swan."

Ashley shrieks and leans over to give MC a quick kiss on the nose.

Douche-canoe takes this opportunity to walk away, and everyone ese scatters leaving the couple alone.

MC: "Okay Ash, they're gone. We can stop pretending now."

Ashley frowns, "Pretending? What do you mean stop pretending?"

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M and MC have been pretend dating for a week now, and M have to be convincing because that's the only way-As per MC that one of the regular party guest (a total Douche-canoe) will leave MC alone.

At the party, Mack leans against the wall and has one hand on MC's shoulder while the other hand hold a red cup full of drink. Around MC and Mack, friends and other guests (including the Douche-canoe) are enjoying the party.

Someone looks at Mack up and down and ask:

Guest1: "Mark, huh? Are tall are you?"

Mack:...

Guest1:...

Mack:...

MC: "It's Mack and he is 6ft tall."

Guest1: "Oh, nice."

Mack locks eyes with Douche-canoe and scoffs, "Yeah, MC likes them tall."

MC blushes and softly nudges Mack. "Don't say that..."

Mack tightens his arm around MC, and kisses MC's head, "But it's true. I'm your boyfriend and I'm tall, no?"

Guest1: "Wait? You two are dating?"

To that question, even Douche-canoe raises an eyebrow.

MC blushes, "Yes. We're... were seeing each other."

Mack: "Seeing? We did a lot more than seeing last night when you were-"

MC: "Mack!" MC blushes and nudges Mack again.

Guest1: "Very interesting. Anyway, you two make a very cute couple."

With that said, Guest1 and others walk away, and Douche-canoe probably jealous and convince that there's no way they'll their chance with MC, also walks away.

MC turns to Mack, "It worked. I can't believe it worked. You were very convincing. You did go a little overboard about us being intimate. It's a lie I know, you said because you wanted to be convincing... And I'm sure now, that Douche-canoe will leave me alone. They think you're my boyfriend and I think they're secretly scared of you."

All the while MC is talking/rambling, Mack's eyes are half open and glue to MC's lips.

MC finally stops talking and notices Mack's eyes, "Why are you looking at my lips like that?"

Mack:...

MC: "Answer me. Is there something on my lips?"

Mack: smiles. "Why do you think I'm looking at your lips like that?"

MC blushes and unconsciously starts twirling a lock of hair.

Mack:...

MC: "I..."

Mack: "Hell with it!"

That's what Mack says before pulling MC close for a kiss.

Around the room, no one pays attention to the kissing couple, except for one person whose heart breaks into a million pieces.

It's Douche-canoe and if anyone deserve a heart break in this world, it's Douche-canoe.

😁😂🤣😃😄 Thanks for the ask that was fun to write. But it took forever.

#thekeeperofmidnight #Chesterask #thank you

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 4 years

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Meeting and Dating Tom Hagen

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- Everyone in town knew about the Corleone's, you yourself had heard the occasional rumor or story from friends and coworkers but never in your life would you have imagined you’d meet one of them.

- When your parents told you they were going to meet with the Godfather you didn’t believe them, or at least you didn’t believe that they were serious. You would soon come to realize that they were when you arrived home from running errands, only to find the families Consigliere sitting at your kitchen table.

- Your parents enthusiastically introduced the two of you as the man stood to greet you. You had the overwhelming urge to pinch yourself as you shook his hand but instead you excused yourself, trying your best not to look as stunned as you felt.

- It took him about a month or so to work things out with your parents. In that time, the two of you began to make occasional small talk, mainly when you walked him to the door or while your parents did something in the other room. You were also able to have a few conversations over dinner as your parents would invite him to stay and eat with you.

- You were more than grateful for his help, finding him to be quite sweet and easy on the eyes; if you did say so yourself. He himself grew to be quite infatuated with you but out of respect for your parents and his usual favor towards not mixing personal life with business, he waited until he was finished with helping your parents before he finally asked you out on a date.

- For your first date, he took you to a restaurant you’d never been before, some upscale, beautiful place that you could only assume was the usual for him and his family. He, of course, paid for everything, telling you to get anything you desired.

- All delicious food aside, you really fell for him that night. Without your parents around, you could get a real good look at his true personality and boy did you like what you saw. He was intellectual, poised, polite; refined in a way you weren’t quite used to but particularly enjoyed. You felt like the luckiest girl alive when your night ended and he asked to schedule another date. Unbeknownst to you, he felt like the luckiest guy in the world when you immediately agreed.

- The two of you shared your first kiss on your fourth date. It was the middle of October and the two of you were taking a long walk through the park together. He stopped to fix your scarf for you but instead of doing so right away, he paused for a moment, looking into your eyes before pulling you closer and pressing his lips to yours.

- There was no way you could turn back now, and your certainly didn't want to.

- Tom tries his best to be professional whenever he’s out in public so he tends to limit how much he kisses or touches you. He prefers to save his affection for when you’re behind closed doors.

- Kisses on the cheek.

- Candlelit dinners.

- Occasionally being walked out on when important business comes up. You don’t hold it against him, you knew what you were getting into when you started dating him, but you do wish business could pick a more convenient time to show it’s face.

- Growing close with his sister and sister in laws. You ladies have to stick together, especially when your husbands/boyfriends ditch you to do whatever it is they do when they’re with one another.

- He loves going clothes shopping with you. He likes to sit back and watch you try things on or get fitted, it gives him the chance to admire you and wonder how he got so lucky.

- Having a hand on the small of your back whenever you're standing beside him. He does it so much that you feel a little uncomfortable without the familiar warmth there.

- Trips to the cinema. He’s quite fond of movies, they let him analyze things just for fun which is much less high-stakes than what he usually uses his skills for.

- Museum dates.

- Theater dates. You always get the most amazing seats.

- Deep discussions. He likes intellectual conversations, subjects that make him think, not just mindless small talk. He gets talked at most of the time or is busy dealing with things he can do blindfolded so being able to come home and have a genuine conversation is borderline therapeutic.

- Fixing his hair and adjusting his clothes for him. He thinks its sweet when you fuss over him.

- He’s an absolute gentleman, if there’s a chivalrous thing he can do then he’s going to do it; its just in his nature.

- You’ll have whatever you want, whenever you want. Pretty much anything you ask for can be yours, within reason, of course.

- He calls you things like “darling” and “honey”. He prefers more old school, sort of matrimonial pet names.

- Waking up to soft kisses.

- Tom is shrewd; he notices everything. He sees the way you look at certain things, what’s important to you, etc. He takes whatever he sees and stores it away for when he needs it; you may forget about it but he never does.

- Having little notes left for you when he has to go off on business in the middle of the night or when you're out of the house. Even though you hate not being able to say goodbye, you do think it’s cute that he takes the time to let you know where he is.

- Forming little routines and holiday traditions with one another. His particular favorite tradition is your yearly carriage ride through central park during the winter season.

- He prefers quiet nights in over anything else. He’s never been one for thrills or adventure; a cup of tea, good book, and you snuggled into his side is more than enough for him.

- A very nervous first meeting with his parents. Despite the fact that you’re scared shitless, they seem very fond of you. Vito in particular has a soft spot for you, he’s very happy that you’ll be joining the family one day.

- Big family affairs; you certainly have to grow accustomed to Corleone parties, they’re a bit more extravagant than you’re used to.

- Family dinners. You find it touching that they want to include you in their more intimate get-togethers.

- He’s basically your shadow whenever you’re together, always sticking close and keeping an eye out for you.

- Pretty much all of the Corleone boys; which, at least to me, includes Tom, are very protective of their girls. No ones going to touch, threaten or even look at you the the wrong way if they have any say in it. And who would dare to cross a Corleone in the first place?

- He’s usually the silent kind of jealous, watching the scene with growing irritation but, for the most part, allowing you to do whatever you please. He doesn’t feel the need to be jealous all that often though. He knows that pretty much anyone in your general vicinity would intervene if the person was trying something with you.

- He’s good at keeping his polite composure so you often don’t have any idea how he was/is feelings. All you know is his warm smile as he greets you, winding an arm around your waist.

- Like previously stated: he’s good at keeping his composure which either helps to calm you down when you’re going through something or only makes things worse. Either way, his unfazed nature does, at some point, reassure you that things are alright even if it initially didn’t.

- He always wants you to come to him when you have a problem or want to make a decision. He wants to be able to support you and help you through things; he hates the idea of you mulling over something stressful all by yourself.

- You’re definitely treated a lot nicer by people; strangers watch out for you, shop owners become friendly with you, etc. It’s like the whole world’s suddenly accepted you.

- Your parents are very happy with your choice of boyfriend/potential (well, almost guaranteed) husband. Your mother probably brags to her friends about how her daughters involved with the Corleone's Consigliere.

- He loves coming home, pulling you close, and being enveloped by your familiar perfume. Its the perfect way for him to wind down after a long day.

- Occasionally accompanying him on his trips. You obviously stay at the hotel while he goes off and negotiates but you don’t mind having a little bit of alone time in a lavish room.

- You cuddle in the sweethearts cradle: your face on his chest and his arm wrapped around your shoulders.

- He seems like the type of guy who would enjoy being in the company of dogs so the two of you probably adopt one together. He takes great pleasure in calling you their mother.

- Getting to hear all the stories from his childhood. He always gets this adorably fond look on his face whenever he’s speaking.

- Comforting him after deaths in the family and other awful news.

- He tries to keep you away from his business as much as possible, not wanting to upset you or potentially get you in the crossfire of something.

- He uses a lot of flattery. Oftentimes he’ll say something sweet when he knows he’s upset or disappointed you, it slightly lessens the blow but never fixes things completely.

- Toms a lawyer, he’s a good arguer and he’s particularly good at getting what he wants so when you're arguing its almost a sure thing that he’ll win. Not that arguments happen often.

- He's surprisingly sensitive; certain things cut him deep, especially when they come from the people he cares about. Be kind to him; he deserves it.

- He says “I love you” sparingly but he shows his love through his actions more than his words.

- Obviously there’s a marriage in store for you. He’s hoping for a couple kids as well so be prepared for that.

- You may have a bit of a chaotic life in store for you but I’m sure you wouldn’t change it for the world and neither would he.

#70s movie imagines #70s movie headcanons #70s movie headcanon #70s movie imagine #the godfather imagine #the godfather headcanons #the godfather headcanon #the godfather imagines #tom hagen #tom hagen imagine #tom hagen headcanons #tom hagen headcanon

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starry-nights12 · 4 years

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𝒮ℴ𝓂ℯ 𝒵𝓊𝓉𝒶𝓇𝒶 ℋ𝒸𝓈~

♡Zuko likes to ask Katara: "May I kiss you?" before actually doing it because he wants to make sure she's okay with it beforehand.

☆Iroh DEFINITELY taught Zuko that a way to get into a women's heart is treating her with respect and always ask before doing something.

He also taught him to pull out a lady's chair,hold the door open and letting her go first.

♡Zuko doesn't like PDA.(Like kissing on the lips or getting cuddly)

So they'll link their arms together,lean against each other, and Katara would sometimes kiss his cheek while they're out.

♡He doesn't like the usual pet names like baby,babe,etc. Instead he calls her,"My Lady,Katara."

♡Katara will call him "Honey" sometimes... but mostly calls Zuko "My Prince."

☆While the GAang might not find their jokes funny,Katara and Zuko genuinely think that they are and make each other laugh.

♡ZUKO DEFINITELY DOES HAND KISSES!!!

If they're in public,he just looks at her with the utmost admiration and love that he holds her hand and tenderly places a kiss on the back of her hand.

♡Even though he appears stoic in public and not overly affectionate. Zuko loves her so much and Katara knows this and loves him too🥺💘💖💝

Edit:

♡Whenever Katara would touch his scarred cheek,she'll always gently cup it and stroke her thumb over it.

Zuko's automatic response is to close his eyes and lean into it. Sometimes he'd hold it there and kiss her palm. Opening his eyes to gaze and smile softly at her.

(Likes are nice but reblogs help show other people my post!🥺❤💙)

#zutara #zuko #katara #avatar the last airbender #atla #headconon #my headcanons #my post #idc what people say #THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SM!!!#😭🥺❤💝💘#reblogs appreciated!#reblogs > likes

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kweebtrash · 4 years

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Streamhearts Timestamp 12:47am

Title: Nakie Stream

Pairing: Camboy!JohnnyxCamgirlOC (Rem)

Word Count: 4.2k

Genre: Smut

Features: recording sexual acts, daddy kinks, pet names (good girl, bunny, etc), Soft(ish) dom Johnny, use of sex toys, blowjobs, some finger sucking, anal/vaginal fingering, teasing/whining, shy sub OC, anal fucking, choking, swallowing/messy cumshot

Synopsis:

Though Rem is a smart business woman she hides behind a computer screen all day designing websites for large companies. However, when her day is done she’s still behind a computer screen but now showing the world how hard she can cum. She never wanted to be a camgirl but when financial duties called she took it upon herself to make it. The spotlight (and money) got to her and she expanded to showcasing her nerdy side; livestreams, lewd cosplay photoshoots, let’s plays, subscriptions, review, vlogs, tutorials, you name it. Her streams catches the attention of a fellow cammer, Johnny, who on a whim decided to message her. Both aren’t the sexed up dolls they pretend to be in the online life and instead ease their way into a relationship with not so perfect sex, mistakes, and total confusion.

A/N: This used to be on my Kofi which im closing down and just putting everything up on here. This isnt continuing.

Masterlist Johnny Only Masterlist

"It's time for Nakie Stream!" I giggled as I looked into the camera hooked up to my computer. Dozens of people had already logged on and the number was slowly creeping into the hundreds. I blew kisses and greeted the new arrivals as I showed off my boobs and bounced them a little. Even as I stood around and posed I was getting a few tips. This was all I did it for. I didn't really enjoy it nor did I want to continue doing it for the next ten years of my life. But for now it was another addition to my finances.

I slipped on my pink kitty headphones and connected the bluetooth. The ears lit up, twinkling neon. They were my favorite and I spent some time talking about the specs. Many people would rather just watch me fuck myself but some were actually interested in the fact that I was a "gamer girl™". I hated that title but whatever sold the aesthetic. The truth was that I was indeed a nerd. I had a master's degree in computer sciences and web design, I created websites for companies under an alias and different VPN so nothing would be connected to my other life. The other life, this camgirl/cosplayer/social media influencer/let's player, was my home. I wanted to travel across the country to show off the cosplays I engineered and get my foot in the door to speaking with video game companies through my let's plays. I could sail on that life and would never have to step foot in a retail store or office space again. I would have my own freedom.

I signed softly as a saw a drop in viewers and stopped talking about the headphones. This was the hardest part, being the stupid sex doll for the ones who were only interested in getting off. I turned on the video capture and started up the game so I could properly start my stream. I was just about ready to sit in my gaming chair when I felt warm thighs beneath me. I jumped up and turned quickly, surprised by my boyfriend. He pulled me into his lap, a poised erection parallel to his stomach. He had helped me gain confidence in performing on camera and he was my safety net when we made videos together. I was much more comfortable and relaxed when he touched me. "JJ is joining me today." It was his stupid online nickname because he couldn't think of anything else. "Hope you don't mind. He challenged me to a bet. If I win a few rounds while he's fucking me he will buy me whatever I want, no matter the cost. If I cum or get distracted too much and fail then I get punished in anyway he wants and he'll upload that on his page. I think I can win though. I've spent days awake during releases and playing games straight through so this is nothing."

Johnny scoffed. "You say that now, but just you wait." He set his hands on my hips and turned me away from the camera and let my ass be the center of attention. I bent over and cupped his face gently to plant kisses over his lips while his hands shifted to spread my cheeks apart and show off the heart shaped gem of the butt plug that was nestled inside me. He grabbed a hold of the gem and pulled the plug out slowly, not all the way but just enough to work up some thrusts. I moaned softly, the headphones capturing the sound loud and clear so I could hear it as well as the viewers. The familiar ping of a notification that I received a tip racketed one after the other and Johnny smiled before whispering under his breath. "Blow me for a bit. That'll stall us and give a chance for more people to log on."

I nodded, following his advice and kissed down his bare chest until I reached the junction of his happy trail to the hair above the base of his cock. He turned the chair slightly to adjust the view from the camera and used the small remote beside my computer mouse to move the lens and zoom in more to focus on my face. He was an expert on camera mechanics and even helped me get better equipment for my set up and I had seen my following grow substantially.

I lowered myself to my knees as he spread his thighs apart. Grabbing the base of his cock, he tapped the head against my lips a few times, chuckling on the outside but both of our eyes showed annoyance. We hated doing certain things for the camera but sucked it up anyway. He found the motion stupid while I found it to be a turn off but with my attraction to him outweighed all our discomfort. I parted my lips and slipped his head into the heat of my mouth. The soft moan he let out was definitely a real reaction and I instantly flicked my eyes up to his. His own had closed and his head leaned back against the chair. Gripping what I couldn't fit, I held him steady as I bobbed my head. I swallowed around him and tightened my throat as a slight buck of his hips moved him deeper.

Another moan came, this time from me that was muffled by the invasion. I upturned it into a drawn out exaggeration to add to the stream. Johnny set his hand on the back of my head and kept me close, forcing me to breathe through my nose. "More, baby girl. I know you can do it." He encouraged. I furrowed my brow and tried to calm my gag reflex as I wiggled down more of his shaft. "That's good." He groaned. "That's my good girl."

My cheeks tinged with rose colored fire at the compliment. I held on as he pushed his hips up, dictating a rhythm I was forced to follow as he fell into controlling the situation. I was at his mercy and he knew how to test my limits without going overboard. Deep throating was just another thing we were trying to check off our list but I still struggled to take down his length. He was so perfectly thick and long, nothing over the top or short of disappointment. It was enough to challenge my small body without me crumbling under intense pain. Our size differences, both in height and ratio of his cock to my hole, drove him absolutely stark raving mad. There had been plenty of times where he had to reel himself in before he devoured me completely in a rush of brutal thrusts. But that was exactly what I wanted.

He pulled out of my mouth just as I felt the first drop of precum fall on my tongue. I licked my lips to disconnect the saliva from us-another thing I hated but knew sloppy blowjobs were another aesthetic cash grab. "Get the lube." He commanded with a hard spank to my ass that made me squeak. I trotted away from my desk and rummaged through my nightstand drawer to get the large bottle of lube I had. "And your favorite toy." He added.

I smiled to myself as I pulled out the elongated orb shape of a vibrator that Johnny could control through an app on his phone. He disappeared from the camera view to retrieve his phone before taking his place back in my gaming chair. He guided me to sit on his lap, resting my feet on the armrests so I was spread open. I hid behind my controller a bit as I was too shy to be so splayed out with everything visible. Johnny shoved the controller down right away though, not letting me hide for even a second. I pouted and looked back at him, glaring. He only returned the stare, adding a "what did i tell you?" kind of expression. I exhaled through my nose and pressed start reluctantly. As I was flicking through the menu and character selection I found Johnny's long fingers creeping towards my mouth.

"Open." He demanded and my jaw lowered to accept him again. During a loading screen he thrusted his fingers, pinching at my tongue and stroking the sensitive area at the back of it. My toes squirmed as i wanted to gag but he pulled his fingers forward just before the sensation could worsen. A few more thrusts and he removed them completely, showing off the now glistening skin. He moved between my legs, stroking along my slit and just barely circling my clit. Small tingles started to form in my legs but i was able to concentrate as my battle started. It was nothing special as of now. He just wanted to work up one hole before the other so by the time he was shoved deep in my ass i would be more relaxed. The vibrator always helped in that aspect.

He squeezed a single digit in inside me, his honey eyes looking over me to gauge my reaction. My breath had sped up a little but i kept playing even when his tender lips began decorating my neck in the softest of kisses. I loved when he destroyed me but when he was so gentle it drove me more crazy. His kisses gave my tummy butterflies and I tried to squirm away. His finger only plunged deeper and his other hand gripped a fistfull of hair to keep my head straight, making me wince slightly. My eyes widened and brows furrowed just after as I dodged an attack that almost depleted my character's health. I grew irritated at my lack of assistance from the online players. "FUCKERS!" I shouted. "Do I have to do everything myself?!"

"You're so cute when you're irritated." Johnny chuckled.

"Oh piss off." I scoffed. I wasn't cute, I was dead set on capturing the target come hell or high water.

Johnny didn't seem to like my response as he shoved in another finger quickly. He curled them and fucked me faster then he had been and i almost dropped my controller. I swallowed back a moan and tried not to close my shivering thighs. He would hate that even more. "Make noises." He said into my ear. "Remember what I told you."

"Y-y-yessss!" I hissed. That wasn't faked at all. His fingers were magical and I dug my nails into my controller, scratching into the rubber hand grips.

"What was that?" He smirked as the sound of my wetness started to grow louder alongside the tip notifications. "Use your words."

"S-stooppp." I whimpered and paused the game as I squeezed my eyes shut.

"Giving up already? I've barely just started."

I shook my head quickly and renewed the game,keeping myself determined at the sudden reminder. I thought about what I wanted him to buy me, my end goal and reason for this stupid bet. "N-no. I-im not! I'm not giving up!"

"Oh?" He scooted the chair closer to my desk, still making sure to keep the camera poised perfectly. Reaching for the bottle of lube i had collected, he dabbed a little onto his fingertips. I barely noticed his movements until the cold gel was being circled and pushed inside me. I continued to command myself to ignore it. I had to. I exhaled slowly in an attempt to steady my breath but it hitched as soon as i felt the pressure of the vibrator slowly sink into me.

He didn't turn it on right away. Instead he wrapped his arms around my waist and squeezed me tight while he buried his face into my neck. It garnered more kisses and occasional nibbles that gave me just a few moments to get back to the game. Slowly, he moved his hands to cup my breasts, giving them both a good squeeze before capturing the nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. Gently, he tugged them into stiff peaks and rolled his fingers over the raised flesh to send small jolts of electricity down my neck. Quiet noises were held in by my lips pressed together though Johnny impatient at the fact i wasn’t letting them out. "You're still not making noises." He growled lowly.

"I can't help it! Im not loud!" I nudged my elbow back into his ribs, trying to squirm away as much as I could. He gave a light tap to my clit and pinned his arm around my waist again. I wanted to move now and I was too afraid to as i saw him make a grab for his phone. The familiar graph like control screen popped up and Johnny pressed his thumb to it. A cursor appeared beneath the pressure and at first he kept it low. That was simple enough for me to handle. He faced his phone to the screen, showing what he was doing to the audience. He chuckled as he read through some of the comments in the chat box.

"Even they think youre gonna lose." He said. "You're doing such a shit job, Remmy."

"Shut up! I'd like to see you try it! Maybe you should be the one trying to play while i fuck your ass." I pouted and crossed my arms as it took longer for my dead character to respawn.

"You're always wanting to fuck my ass." I felt the vibrator increase the intensity and my stomach clenched tight. "Maybe we could do another bet and that could be the stipulation but i don't really see you winning that one either."

"It's not over yet! I can still win!" I said with slight uncertainty.

"We'll see, bunny. I'm gonna take the plug out now." Johnny warned as he wrapped his fingers around the gem base. I nodded and leaned into him, begging for a kiss. He satisfied my craving as he slowly pulled the plug out of me, leaving my gape to flex around the emptiness. He tossed it onto the desk with a hard clunk before gripping my chin firmly. My jaw dropped open as he intensified the kiss, forcing his tongue to fill my small mouth completely. I held onto his shoulders to try and support myself as I got light-headed from the lust clouded thoughts that were spiraling in my head. He parted from me with a quick bite to my lip then reached for the bottle of lube again. He repeated the same motion of swiping it inside me as his fingers worked to stretch me even more.

I could relax around two fingers but he soon added a third which stretched me farther than the plug had. With his clean hand he increased the speed of the vibrator on his phone and I yelped helplessly. I saw him smirk through the video feed on my computer and wanted to wipe it off his face. With shaking hands I gripped my controller and resumed my pathetic attempt at playing the game. The vibrations would send sharper shocks throughout me every once in awhile as Johnny made sure i would feel comfortable taking his cock.

My bottom lip was starting to swell as my teeth kept digging into it. My toes were curling against the armrest and my controller vibrated with each bit of damage i was taking. The toys' own vibrations increased and I was nothing but a squirming mess on his lap. "Are you gonna give up, bunny?" He cooed in my ear. "Are you gonna give up and let daddy win? Please be a good girl for me, ok?"

"N-no! That's not fair! I d-dont wa-wa-nnghh-!" I clenched my teeth tightly as I felt a sudden urge to cum wash over me. He was being relentless with his thrusts now, plowing faster and making lewd sounds as the lube squelched against his fingers.

He made the vibrations spike again and I tossed my head back onto his shoulder, begging him to just slow down a bit. He nuzzled against my cheek and kissed my neck. "Look how loud you're getting for me." He turned my head to the computer monitor as he swiped his thumb across my clit. "Show the viewers how pretty my baby is when she wants to cum, hm?"

I flicked my eyes to the screen, embarrassed but wanting to comply so i could cum. If not i'd be stuck in this hell forever. Hundreds of comments were pouring in and i was able to see a number in tips i had never seen before. I swallowed hard and looked at Johnny. "It's going so well." I whispered.

"See what happens when you listen to me?” I nodded, upset that he was right but at least I could pay my bills with the money we earned. “Are you ready for me?”

I swallowed hard as my heart rate escalated. “I..um..” His erection pressed harder into the center of my back. He felt so swollen and even though I wanted to stay strong, the sub in me wanted to take care of my daddy. I nodded and felt his fingers slid out slowly. With his hands on my waist he was easily able to hoist me up with enough space to guide him towards my hole. Carefully, we worked together, me moving down while he thrusted upwards, to have him fill me entirely. My game kicked me back out to the menu screen as I had died again and it questioned if I wanted to continue. It stayed in limbo, not receiving my decision as my ass had touched the top of Johnny’s thighs and his lips had overcome mine. He scooted down in the chair, giving himself more ease of access to thrust.

The first few motions were careful, paired with a plucking of my nipples and an occasional clit rub. It wasn’t until I started grinding back on him did he increase his speed, pulling out almost completely before shoving himself back inside with a harsh speed. Our whimpers and groans were muffled by our tongues colliding over and over. In between the warm presses of his lips, his tongue would slip out to lap at mine or he would place love bites against my bottom lip. With dreamy and heavy lidded eyes I watched the small contortions of his facial features as his pleasure increased. When his mouth would drop open slightly to release nothing but a strained sound or when his brows furrowed with the intensity of my grip around him, i would drink it in, in love with everything about him.

As I squeezed my walls around him tighter, his hand ascended from the softness of my belly, to between my breasts, and finally to wrap around my neck. My muscles went rigid and my breath strangled. His fingers were formed into a grip that was growing tighter and tighter. I dropped my controller, letting it fall to the floor and found solace in dragging my nails into the plush pads of the armrests. The sound it created seemed to echo in the headphones as my mind transformed into lusty swirling thoughts. The dull burn of his girth inside me started to disintegrate but my stomach still churned with the fantastical feeling of his cock shoving against my insides. “Roll your hips.” He commanded me.

I couldn’t nod but showed my submission by moving my feet onto his thighs and lifting my body slightly. I circled my hips around the head of his cock, concentrating all the strength I could muster into the most sensitive of places. “Fuck, that’s good, angel.” His head fell back and his fingers pulsed their strength around my neck, giving me moments to hiccup in tiny breaths. My thighs burned and my knees buckled as my hold on the armrests made my knuckles splatter with the white color of straining. As he saw my body buckling he wrapped his free arm around me and hauled himself onto his feet. With the hand on my neck he tossed me into the gaming chair, making it skid across the floor a foot or two.

My eyes watered as i looked up at his; darkened and dilated with the idea of ruining me further. The veins in his arms dispersed beneath his skin, deepening into a soft blue hue as he clenched his fists around the armrests now, keeping the chair in place. He pulled the chair forward allowing him to slam back into me. The sound I left out was a mix between a squeak and a scream giving the satisfaction of me being loud on camera like he wanted. Ignoring the way a few tears streaked along the tops of my cheeks from the overwhelming stimuli, he rolled the chair backwards, repeating his motions of dragging me forward to fall into a pattern of ruthless thrusts. I had never regretted getting my gaming chair until this very moment. How he found the simplest household items to torture me with I’ll never know but he sure knew how to make sure I wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow. I held onto his arms as my back arched and body squirmed and I was unsure if I could hold back any longer. “Give up?” He chuckled darkly. “Just say the word. You’ve already barely played a round and kept dying so I think it’s a given that I’ve won.” he taunted.

If this was the torture during the bet I feared what his punishment for me would be later on. It was too late to change the way I felt and I was already falling into a subspace that needed to be filled with his cum. “D-daddy…” I cried softly.

“Say it.” He worked in another rushed thrust. “I wanna hear you say it.”

I pressed my lips together and clawed at his forearms. My stomach clenched harder and my toes curled, pulling the tendons taught and shooting cramps up my legs. “Fine! Fine! You win! Please let me cum!!!”

Johnny turned to the camera and stuck his tongue out, adding a peace sign, in victory. “Guess you guys get a little punishment video soon.” He leaned down and gave me a soft kiss. “Go on, bunny. It’s okay.”

I let out a small sigh of relief and imagined he would continue his thrusts but instead he reached for his phone one last time. He turned the vibrator up on full strength and I gave in then, growing louder as my cum showered the seat of the chair and onto the carpet below. The tense contractions of my orgasm caused the vibrator to crash to the floor, the buzzing rattling against it. Johnny shut it off completely and waited until i was curled up and suffering from aftershocks to grab a fistful of hair and pulled my head up. “Ahh.” He said.

“I want it in-inside.” I shuddered.

“Nope, that’s for girls who win bets. Open.”

I reluctantly opened my mouth, unhappy with his choice, and watched his large hand stroke over his heated skin just above my tongue. His fist worked faster and faster and his eyes fell shut. He kept my head in place and the sweet heat of his cum covered my tongue, sliding down my chin and dripping onto my chest. I swallowed and licked up as much as I could, even lapping at his slit to make sure he gave me everything he had. Once he relaxed, my hair was let go and i sat back in the chair. I swiped my finger across my chin and licked the last bit of cum that I missed. My legs fell as my body slumped; I better get a bath and cuddles after this, I thought, a pout sprouting on my lips. Johnny made up some quick exit greeting and shut off the cameras and bright ring lights. “You ok?”

“I’m sleepy and sore and want cuddles and a bath.”

He smiled and picked me up from the chair, wrapping my legs around him. “I will make you a bath and give you all the cuddles you want, okay?” I nodded and buried my face in his neck as he walked us to the bathroom. “But to be honest, you were such a good girl today. I’m proud of you for being louder and showing your face more.”

I squeezed my arms around his neck, trying to hide as much as I could for my cheeks were burning crimson. He could be rough but also sweet and docile when he took care of me. I loved him so much it almost hurt. “Can you say thank you?” he asked as if I was a child that had forgotten their manners.

“Thank you, Daddy.” I mumbled against his skin.

He rubbed my back before setting me down on the toilet seat cover. “I’ll let that one slide. I can tell you’re sleepy.”

“You’re gonna stay the night, right?”

“Of course. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but with you.”

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sparetimeimagines · 3 years

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Fluff ochako ururaka headcanons?

I definitely get Lover vibes from Uraraka.

You’ll be busy in another room and your phone will be floating in randomly because you always lose your phone.

Will walk by and touch your shoulder, only to have you relocated to her because she wants attention.

Speaking of lazy days, she spends them cuddling you, she likes to hold you like you’re made of pure happiness, your head on her chest watching movies.

Alternatively, she like it’s when you play with her hair when she gets sick from overstimulating her quirk.

Makes you cookies, but she burns them

Still let’s you lick the spoon.

Plays a game where you guess how much she pays for something, then tells you how much she saved.

Date challenges where you see what you can buy under a certain amount of money with favorite food, favorite drink, something that reminds you of them, etc.

Likes cheap hole in the wall restaurants with great quality; Knows them personally.

Cute homemade gifts - knitted you a scarf when it was cold and diy’d a cup just for you when it’s hot

She has a good relationship with her family, gets advice from her dad.

She wears over sized sweaters that completely cover her hands. Yours, hers - it doesn’t matter.

She’s usually very relaxed and joyful, until she sees you talking to someone a little too pretty or a little too close. She quickly gets jealous and cuddles into you, holds your hand and makes it known that you belong to her.

She has mall kiosk pictures on the outside of her phone in the case.

When you’re having a bad day she’ll cuddle you and brush your hair with her fingers.

She wouldn’t care if you had a quirk or not, you were still special to her.

Wholesome. Calls or texts every time she gets home/you get home just to make sure you’re ok.

Gets really excited when you remember her birthday since it’s so close to Christmas.

Her cheeks turn extra pink when she is called pet names.

Likes to hold hands, but takes things slow because that’s how her parents did it and she idolizes their relationship for her own.

Has family get togethers and events; invites you to them because she can’t wait to share that part of her life with you.

Definite hopeless romantic

#Ochako Uraraka #Ochako Uraraka fluff #uraraka headcanons #uraraka ochaco x reader #uraraka ochaco request #my hero academia fluff #my hero academia headcanon #my hero headcanons

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babbushka · 4 years

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Thank you for taking requests! I love your work! How would flip deal with someone cat calling you, ogling you, being creepy toward you, etc?

Anonymous said: Thought/prompt for you: Flip seeing you dealing with some form of jackassery and feeling so proud and turned on at how much of a bad ass his wife is!!! Thank you for being so generous with your writing! I love it all!!!

(combining these two! 1.6k, warnings for verbal harrassment to reader, minor violence/aggression but nothing bad i promise)

If you asked anyone when the last time they heard Flip yell was, they’d be pretty damn hard pressed to come up with an answer. He’s a reserved kind of guy, content to sit back and observe with a judgmental eye and a smoke, maybe a quick remark here or there. He was dry and sarcastic and deadpan, but yelling? That wasn’t something that popped up all that often.

You always forget, how loud he can yell. You forget the way his face will pinch up in rage, forget the way the veins in his neck will pulse with red hot blood, forget the way that he tenses and snaps to strike -- until you both catch an earful of jeers and kisses being blown at you from across the street.

You and Flip were taking advantage of the good weather when it happened. Sunny days, clear skies, not a cloud for miles on end. It had been the perfect opportunity for a stroll around the block, a smelling the roses sort of day. So, to breathe in the fresh Spring air and stretch your legs, you and Flip ventured downtown to where all the parks and ice cream shops lived, where the streets were lined with flower-beds and people were walking dogs that they let you pet if you asked.

As a matter of fact, you had just said goodbye to a woman and her happy-go-lucky golden retriever and were walking hand in hand with your husband when you heard it. A sharp whistle alerted your attention, and you and Flip stop dead in your tracks.

“Hey baby!” A man’s voice carries across the street, as cars leisurely cross the intersection.

“Why don’t you bend over again, that was a damn good view honey.” Another voice joins in, before a raucous round of laughter and a, “Great ass doll!”

Time seems to stand still for a minute, and then your husband is whirling around, giving the nastiest glare he could possibly muster. You’re still holding hands, but his brows are furrowed into an offended frown.

“Hey!” He shouts, harsh and sharp, like a whip cracking across the street.

The noise stuns the men, and even from where they’re leaning up against the shady brick wall of a pharmacy, they can see the way Flip’s teeth are bared, the way his nose is scrunched up, some animalistic feral thing.

“Let me handle this, stay here.” You say immediately, as your own blood simmers, as your own quick-fire temper at being treated like that starts to bubble up to the surface.

Flip does as he’s told with great restraint, standing there and lighting up another cigarette, smoking two at a time so he doesn’t just beat their faces into oblivion. You wait for the light to turn red and the little crossing sign to flash, and then your prim and proper heels are carrying you down the crosswalk.

Their smiles are all but gone now, especially when you fold your hands across your chest and step too close to them, taking up all their space, their confidence and ego rapidly beginning to shrink.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” You spit, venom flying in their face like acid rain.

“H-huh?” One of them, you don’t know their names they’re all ugly and they all look alike, stutters, flattening himself to the wall to try and get away from you and your rage.

“’Huh?’ You heard me, you think it’s okay to talk to people like that? What, you scumbags don’t have anything better to do?” You wonder if they’ve ever been called out on their behavior before, wonder if they’ve ever been confronted for it.

“Aw sweetheart we were just – ” Another of the guys dares to put his hand on your shoulder, a patronizing gesture that has your eye twitching.

“You don’t get to fucking call me sweetheart.” You twist his arm until you hear a crack, until he yelps out in pain, and shove his back against the wall hard and shake your head, “Oh you’ve done it now.”

Behind you the sound of cars honking their horn blare, as Flip cuts across the street even though the light is green and the convertibles are moving through the intersection. He doesn’t have the right of way, but when they see where Flip’s headed, they understand.

It all happens so quickly then, Flip coming to your side, standing in front of you and these men.

There’s a group of four of them, but none of them are even half as strong as Flip, and he grabs the one who touched you by the throat, pins him up against the wall of the pharmacy. Around you on the sidewalk, people are stopped and staring in shock.

“You ever – ever put your hands on her again and I’ll cut them the fuck off, you hear me?” Flip shouts, face red with rage, almost the same shade as the guy he’s nearly choking out.

“We were just playing around – ” One of the other guys attempts to get Flip off of his friend, to no avail. They push on Flip’s arms, but Flip’s too strong, he doesn’t budge.

“You want to play around you go to the fucking park and get yourself a goddamned frisbee, I oughta break your wrists for the fucking stunt you’re pulling here.” Flip lets the guy go, drops him down to the floor where he gasps for breath.

“No! No don’t please – please we didn’t mean it I swear – !” The third guy immediately resorts to begging, now that he can see just what Flip’s capable of.

“What did you mean? You think it’s decent to go around saying shit like that to someone? To a stranger?” You pipe up finally, never understanding the logic. Not that you really cared, but you wanted to make them feel bad for it.

“I – well – I -- !” The original guy, the one who had whistled at you, scrambles.

“Apologize. Now.” Flip yanks him by the scruff of his neck and forces him to face you. His voice was deadly low and even, as he grabs the other guys, makes them stand in a line and bow their head.

“We’re sorry, we – ” They all start, but Flip shakes his head.

“Like you fucking mean it!” He yells.

“Sorry! We’re very sorry we swear ma’am, we won’t do it again, we swear.” They all speak over one another, these four jackasses tripping over their tongues to be picture perfect polite.

“You better not do it again. What would your mothers say if they knew you were out here doing this?” You shook your head, holding a hand out for Flip to take.

He’s drawn to you like a magnet, and he takes the hand quickly, grips it a little too tight. His hands are so big, you’re happy to feel it against your palm, even if he is a little sweaty from all the anger.

“The only reason I haven’t beat the shit out of you is because she wouldn’t want that.” Flip says, angry angry angry, and they get it, they know.

“Yes sir! Yes, we’re sorry – ” They try, and finally, Flip steps away from them.

“Good. Now get the fuck out of here.” He takes a menacing drag of his cigarette, and the men bolt, running as fast as they can. Flip sucks down some nicotine before tossing his voice in their direction, “If I ever see or hear you punks on this corner again I’ll have you arrested for loitering and harassment you fucking understand me?”

It’s a rhetorical question, but they shout out something terrified and indistinguishable anyway. Flip’s chest heaves when they’re out of sight, having run off around the corner to who knew where, and he turns to you. Around him, the people on the sidewalk break out into an impressed applause, and the pink in Flip’s cheeks is for an altogether different reason.

“Thank you.” You cup his cheeks, feeling how hot his face is, despite the gentle breeze that fluffs his hair.

“You okay?” Flip searches your face, and you smile.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Kiss?” You ask, puckering up for him. He’s quick to swoop down for a smacking kiss to your lips, and he winds an arm around your shoulders. You sling yours around his waist and cross the street, asking, “What do you say we get ourselves a vanilla cone?”

“Alright, but only if they have the rainbow sprinkles.” Flip grumbles, in a pretty bad mood now, but still willing to save what’s left of the day.

“This is probably not the best time but…honey that was pretty hot.” You can’t help but bite the inside of your cheek, let out a breathy laugh.

He arches a brow at you, and you only return the look. He doesn’t smile, but you can tell he’s starting to get into a better place because he hums out a little moment of contemplation, smokes his cigarette and tucks you close as you walk.

“How about you and I go get that ice cream, and we find a nice quiet spot in the park to enjoy it, hm?” He asks, and you know he’s just as affected as you.

With ice cream and hot make-out sessions under a tree, you can’t help but smile against his lips. Because just like that, the memory of the afternoon seemed almost like a dream. You both knew there’d be some explaining to do down at the station, but you weren’t too concerned.

It wasn’t often that he snapped like that. But damn, could your man yell.

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ghostburs-blue · 4 years

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could u do 3 & 88 w/ peter pls? love ur work btw

I’m genuinely so sorry this took so long to come out. I had writer's block for a hot second, but eventually wrote this piece! Thank you so much for the compliment, I’m so grateful for you love <333 I hope you like it nonnie :D

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Request: could u do 3 & 88 w/ peter pls? love ur work btw > #3: “You’re not hurting me, you’re not heavy. I’ve got you, love.” / #88: The one stumbling to the other’s front door after getting hurt/beaten up etc.

Summary: as usual, y/n and peter have some... hidden feelings and neither makes a move >:(

Warnings: mentions of a knife, injuries, and blood + fluff + angst if you squint!

Word Count: 2.1k

“Peter!” You called upon seeing him enter the crowded cafeteria. His eyes skimmed the room, smiling when he found you.

He walked over, sliding into the seat next to you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, and you casually let your head drop against him with a smile.

You were naturally a very touchy person. Your love language was touches and hugs, soft gestures to show that you appreciated and loved the other person. So, no one bat an eye when you made a habit to hug Peter every day in the morning by his locker. No one paid attention when you would lay a hand on his thigh, or gravitate close to him when walking.

They did pay attention, however, when Peter practically shrunk away from anyone else’s touches. If any other person tried to hug him, he would immediately step back and reject their affection.

It didn’t take long for people to start making the connection, but you both seemed oblivious to the obvious feelings between the two of you.

When Peter had first told you about his side gig as the hero of New York, you had laughed. Peter? The Peter you had known since you were 3? As Spider-Man? Laughable.

Peter was, of course, quite offended. When you finally calmed down and realized that he wasn’t lying, your eyes grew wide. Your next reaction was to punch him. Hard.

“Why didn’t you tell me?!” You had exclaimed, upset that he hadn’t told you about such a life-changing decision. He profusely apologized, explaining that he hadn’t wanted to put you in harm’s way. You had groaned, slightly pushing at his arm before smiling at him.

You whispered that it was okay, and that you would still be there for him no matter what happened. You both grinned at each other, Peter leaning forward slightly to wrap your body in a comforting hug.

It was a fond memory for you, one that you would often think about when you needed cheering up.

A nudge from Peter brought you back to reality.

“Hm?” You asked sweetly, as you had been zoned out of the conversation for a while.

Peter smiled down at you. “Everyone’s free to do a movie night tomorrow,” he said, as it would be the weekend. Your face scrunched up, trying to remember if you had any plans. Coming up with nothing, you nodded happily.

“I’m free!” You said, grinning. The rest of your group cheered, then proceeded to debate about what movie to watch. You glanced down at your phone, noticing that there were only about 10 minutes left of lunch.

You stood up carefully, unwrapping Peter’s arm from around your upper body. “I’m heading to class early, I have to talk to the teacher,” you announce. After you say goodbye, you head out of the cafeteria.

Just as you make it past the doors, a hand on your shoulder causes you to turn around. A look of happiness passes over your face as you realize it was Peter.

“Hey!” You start walking backward as you talk to him. “Why are you here?” You ask, slightly confused.

Flustered, Peter shrugged. “I- I just didn’t want you to walk to class alone,” he laughed. You gave him a confused smile, but went with it anyways.

Throughout the walk, you couldn’t help but study his features. You noticed every fine line, every crease near his eyes. God, those eyes.

You could stare into them for the rest of eternity. The deep chocolate brown pools were filled with emotion, something you couldn’t quite recognize.

A sudden urge to hold his face in your hands came over you, and you quickly looked away with a blush adorning your cheeks.

You looked back at him when Peter softly grabbed your arm. He looked at you with amusement in his soft eyes. He pointed to the door next to you.

“Isn’t this your class?” He laughed as you gave a sheepish smile.

“Sorry, I guess I just got… sidetracked,” you replied. Reaching up to loop your arms around his body, you buried your face in his neck. Breaking apart, you waved a small good-bye as you stepped into the classroom.

For the rest of the day, you couldn’t take your mind off of Peter. Sure, you knew you had a crush on him. But how far did those feelings go? You couldn’t take another day of soft touches and hugs only as friends.

As soon as you were released from the last class of the day, you and hundreds of other students flocked to the exit of your school. You waited near a bench outside for a certain brown-haired boy to pop up. You grinned as you noticed him, waving Peter over towards you.

Just like you always did, you waited for Peter’s ride to show up. Every day Peter would get picked up by Happy to train for an hour or two after school. You would always wait until you were sure Peter was safe, then head to the nearest subway station to go to your own apartment.

It was a Friday, meaning he would go on patrol today. This also meant you would stay up all night, worried, until he sent you a text letting you know that he was safe and in his bed at home. You never told Peter that you didn’t sleep until you were certain he was okay, out of fear he might become upset.

You eventually reached home, unlocking the door to an empty apartment. Your parents were out this weekend, working.

They worked late into the night and left early in the morning, leaving you to have it mostly to yourself for majority of the day. You knew better to complain, however. The dedication they put into their jobs enabled you to have all the luxuries you had today.

You made your way to your bedroom, collapsing on the bed with a huff. You simply lay there for a while, staring at the unmoving ceiling while thoughts swirling in your head. Many- okay all- of them revolving around the one and only Peter Parker.

Ever since you had been old enough to have feelings for somebody, you know you liked Peter. Of course, you had never told him. Why would you risk ruining such an amazing friendship?

So, you sucked it up. You encouraged him to ask Gwen Stacy out in the 6th grade. You held him at 3 in the morning when they broke up in 8th grade. You watched him pine over Liz Allen just a year ago, and you had a front-row seat to see his heartbreak when he had to let her go because of his hero duties.

You were there through it all. But would he ever see you as more than a friend? Would he ever realize that you had comforted him when nobody else had?

You sighed and rolled over, not bothering to change your clothes after the long school day. Even with the thoughts and fears pounding in your head, your eyes closed and you slowly dozed off.

You woke with a start to a dark room. The sun had set in the many hours you had been asleep. Cursing under your breath, you checked your phone to see no new texts from Peter.

You stood up from your bed, stretching out your limbs. Grabbing your phone, you padded over to the kitchen and began to prepare dinner for yourself.

It was 11 pm when you finished eating and cleaning the kitchen. Just as you were about to pour yourself a cup of hot tea, you heard a noise coming from your room. With a gulp, you grabbed a knife from a kitchen drawer and slowly crept down the hallway.

Reaching the closed door, you took a deep breath as you pushed it open, ready to stab at whatever was in there.

A startled, “WAIT!” stopped you, the knife in your hand dangerously close to a familiar masked face.

“Peter?” You asked, confused. “What are you…” your voice trailed off as you noticed the large gash in his side. Eyes traveling up and down his body, you took into account the cuts and scrapes littering his skin. Or at least, what was exposed from the torn suit.

You gasped, looking up into the white eyes of his mask. Peter’s hand came up, pulling it off his head in a swift motion. He winced, and you instantly leaned forward to steady him.

Peter’s gaze fell to his feet, and you gently took a step toward him. Placing a finger under his chin, you raised his head to look at him. You searched his eyes, finding pain and again, that mystery emotion you couldn’t quite decipher.

He cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “So, uh. I got hurt,” Peter tried for a joke, earning an eye roll from you.

“I can see that,” you responded with a laugh. He nodded, and you noticed he started to wobble a bit. “Woah there, babe. Sit down,” you dragged your desk chair out towards him, gently lowering him in it. It took you a second to realize what pet name had just rolled off your tongue. Peter didn’t say anything, instead looking at you intently.

“I- I was closer to your place than mine. It kinda hurts, y/n,” he murmured, hurt washing over his face. You nodded quickly, heart aching to see him in pain.

“I’m going to grab some first-aid stuff. I’ll be right back,” you promised, rushing away to grab the supplies as quickly as you could.

Coming back, you immediately got to work. Unfortunately, that required Peter to peel off his suit, leaving him in only his boxers. You tried not to take notice of it, focusing on the rather large cut covering his upper torso.

After a few winces and yelps from Peter, you finished. He noticed you starting to doze off as you cleaned up the bloody mess around you, smiling to himself.

As you reentered the room, he beckoned to you. Walking over, you let out a sound of surprise as he pulled you into his lap. However, you didn’t protest as his arms wrapped around you, holding you tight to his bare chest.

You spent a few minutes like this, you straddling his legs with your face pressed into his torso. Finally, it was too much for you to handle.

You looked up, attempting to push yourself away from his muscular body. Peter was unmoving, however, looking down at you in concern.

“Peter, I-,” your voice broke, and you quickly looked away to hide your tear-filled eyes. Pushing harder this time, you stood up from his grasp and walked away. Turning back around, you felt your heart break again as you caught sight of his distraught face. “I can’t do this Peter,” you whispered, praying he heard the raw emotion in your voice.

“Why not?” He asked, voice catching. “Am I not good enough for you?” It was his turn to start crying. You gasped, rushing forward towards him.

“What? No, of course not!” You exclaimed, gently wiping the tears from his cheeks. “This whole time I thought you didn’t like me,” you confessed, becoming aware of Peter’s hands grabbing your waist.

“Are you kidding? I love you, y/n,” Peter murmured. He pulled you suddenly into a kiss, quickly taking control of it with a moan.

You broke apart, breathing heavily. “Goddamnit, Peter. I love you so much,” you hummed, pulling him into a tight hug.

“I have to tell you something,” Peter confessed. You gave him a confused look, sitting up straight.

“Yeah?” You questioned.

“I was planning to tell you tonight anyway. The injury was just… convenient,” he said with a smile.

You laughed, shaking your head and planting a small kiss against his lips. You leaned forward into Peter’s warm embrace.

You found yourself back in the position you were before, straddling his lap. You pressed your face against the crook of his neck, inhaling his sweet smell. This time, you dozed off, comforted by Peter’s presence.

You were awoken by the feeling of movement. Peter was standing, gently holding you and walking over to your bed. You made a noise of protest and tried to get him to put you down.

Peter laughed. “You’re not hurting me, you’re not heavy. I got you, love,” he said, carefully pulling back the covers and setting you down onto the mattress. As he stood up, your hand reached out and grabbed his.

“Stay? Please,” you whispered, gazing at Peter. One look at your face, and he knew he was done for. With a soft smile on his face, he nodded and climbed in quietly behind you.

Pulling the sheets over both of your bodies, you pushed back into his firm chest. Peter’s arms came up and wrapped around your stomach, hugging you close to his warm body.

“Goodnight, baby.”

“Goodnight, Peter.”

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flybi91 · 3 years

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sick

You were sicker than you originally thought. At first it was the typical, a bit of a fever, sniffles, etc. but now you were burning up and you barely had any energy, you couldn’t do anything except go to the bathroom and get food. Your throat hurt and you felt too nauseous to really eat so you’ve mostly just been having things like crackers, toast, and soup. You were so tired after that, you had to go back to sleep.

You wanted the master so bad, you just wanted him to cuddle you. But you knew he wouldn’t do that, you kept him away as much as possible. You didn’t even want to THINK of what he’d say or do if he knew you were sick. He was always talking about how inferior humans were, how stupid they were, how they got so easily sick and hurt. You answered his texts and kept the phone conversations to a minimum making excuses like you had to get back to work. Your biggest fear right now was him finding out how sick you were and abandoning you, that he’d find you a burden. You loved him but you knew well enough that the man didn’t have patience and didn’t hold your species in high regard.

You forgot to refill your water bottle but you were too tired to get back up, you’d do it after you woke up to go to the bathroom. You looked at the clock, eyes straining trying to focus. It’s been enough time where you could take something for your fever and headache. You sighed when you looked at the empathy water bottle but you looked at the last of your soup. You put the pills in your mouth and forced the last mouthful of cold soup down.

You laid all the way down and snuggled into your soft pillows, you were so tired that you started falling asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow. You didn’t know if it was just you missing the master, you being tired, or a mixture of both but you could have SWORN you heard his tardis. But you knew it probably wasn’t him, he’s too busy to check on you and you didn’t want him to know you were sick anyway.

He was getting worried. Every time he texted you, you gave the bare minimum repy, same for when he called, and you kept giving that excuse of needing to go back to work. He thought you were just in a mood but it’s been a little over a week and you were getting worse, you haven’t answered any of his texts or calls that day. He has a multitude of enemies and people that want to hurt and kill him by any means necessary. He didn’t want to bother you and let you ride out whatever you were going through but your silence was terrifying him, he had to pop in and see if you were ok.

You weren’t answering him when he called you but your place looked like someone was here recently. There were cups and bowls in the sink and your pets food bowl was filled. Maybe you WERE at work? maybe you got a job recently. He jumped a little when your cat rubbed up against his leg. He bent down to scratch it behind the ears. “You wouldn't happen to know where she is would you?.” The little thing immediately started going up stairs, looking back to make sure he was following.

It stopped at your bedroom door and started scratching. He opened the door to see you in bed and his hearts immediately melted. He’s never seen you so sick before, why wouldn’t you tell him, he could have helped and you would have been better by now. But now it was too late, there were medicines you should have been taking the first day you weren’t feeling well, now you’d have to ride it out.

He knelt in front of your bed and gently brushed the hair away from your face, he could immediately feel how hot you were just from that brief touch. “Oh dear, why didn’t you tell me.”

He hesitated a bit before picking you up, he was trying to be careful as to not wake you. He was cautiously walking down the stairs to his tardis when you started squirming a little. “Master?” You mumbled before burying your face in his chest. “missed my master so much.”

He looked at your sleepy face and he could feel his hearts skip a beat. You were so cute and sweet, and the way you said his name was the most precious thing he’s ever heard in all his lives. He still couldn’t believe that a human loved and trusted him. “It’s ok love, master’s here.”

He gently laid you down on a bed in the medbay. He wanted you to be in a soft comfy bed but he needed to look at everything first so he’d know what to give you. And then he felt something rub against his leg again, of course it was the cat. He didn’t hate animals by any means he just didn’t want them on the tardis. Besides messing things up they could get lost and hurt. And he’d know how devastated you’d be if something happened to your cat (and as much as he didn’t want to admit it, he’d also be upset)

He gently picked it up and was going to take it out of the ship when he passed by a decent sized room with a clear glass door filled with cat things. He opened the door and plopped it down. “Never thought you’d be ok with a cat.” The tardis gave a sad beep and he touched the console. “It’ll be ok, she’s just sick, i know you’re quite fond of her as well.”

You slowly opened your eyes and…..you weren’t in your room?. It was the master’s ta- oh god, that wasn’t a dream. You THOUGHT you dreamt of him coming to visit you but it clearly wasn’t seeing as you were very obviously now in the tardis medbay. Your heart dropped, there’s no way he’d let you stay with him. After you got better he’d send you back to earth, he’d never-

“Good, you’re awake. I did some basic tests and most things are fine but you’re a bit dehydrated that’s why you’re on the drip.” You looked and realized you were on an iv. You were groggy but you didn’t know how you didn’t realize that. “Sorry I had to use a needle like earth but it’s the best way to help a human. Your blood test was fine at least!” You watched him running around the medbay with papers and a little iphone looking thingy in his hands. He started putting different pills and things on a metal tray. He put down the tray and started organizing everything while flicking through papers.

“There’s something I could have given you the first day to stop this but you didn’t tell me so i’ve made a schedule of what you should take and when so you’ll hopefully not be too uncomfortable. I wanted you in a nice soft bed so you could sleep better but i had to do a checkup first but after your drip is done you should be well enough that you don’t need to stay in the medbay.”

Your heart felt like it was being squeezed and you could feel tears threatening to spill out as you listened to him speak.

He stopped his fussing and looked at you. “What’s wrong, love?, is something hurting?” He gently put his hand on your cheek to get you to face him. “Is it something i’ve done?”

Your heart shattered at the suggestion that you were upset because of him and your tears started freely falling. “NO, no, i-i-it’s not you, it’s m-me. I’m not strong enough.”

He barely understood the last part of what you said, you were sobbing so hard and shaking. “Shhhh, it’s alright dear, it’s ok, i’m here.” he held you until you calmed down a bit

He didn’t exactly know what you were on about, you were probably too exhausted to think properly.

He gingerly took the needle out and bandaged you up. “But you won’t be here forever. You’ll put me back on earth and leave.”

“What makes you think that?!”

You tried to control yourself as you could feel the tears starting up again. “It’s obvious isn't it obvious?, i’m a weak human after i’m better you’ll leave me on earth. I’m a hindrance and a burden”

He was shocked to hear your confession. He gently picked you up and began to carry you to his room. “Where did you get that idea?”

You scoffed a bit. “Stop pretending like you don’t know”

“Humor me love.” You knew this was the last time you’d probably see him so you let yourself the small indulgence of snuggling against him.

You looked down at your hands and at the passing walls, you knew if you looked at him you wouldn’t be able to hold it together and you’ve embarrassed yourself enough for one day. “Humans get sick and hurt so easily. I know you don’t like us because of that and i never wanted you to see me as just another human. I never wanted you to have a reason to leave. I know you’ll have to leave eventually and i just didn’t want it to be because i reminded you of my humanity”

“Oh angle, how in the universe could i ever let you think that.” His voice was shaking like he was about to cry himself but you kept your eyes down.

“You mean so much more to me than anything has in a LONG time.” He carried you through the door and put you down gently on the bed. Your eyes widened as you quickly realized that it was HIS room. You’ve seen it a few times, mostly by accident when the tardis was messing with you.

His room was almost black, the only real light coming from candles and light from the hall. The furniture was a very dark, almost black wood. The four poster bed was massive and had deep purple velvet drapes. The posters had intricate, detailed carvings, swirls, animals, things in his native language. The sheets were black and probably made from the softest material in the universe. It was surprisingly clean, not that you thought he’d leave his room a wreck but it was almost completely spotless, though that was probably just because he never slept.

You’ve probably only been on his bed for a few seconds and you were already struggling to not fall asleep and you weren’t even laying down yet.

He was kicking himself in the head, OF COURSE you thought you’d be included when he insulted humans, why didn’t he realize it sooner?.

He knelt next to you and held your hand. “I need you to know that I promise I never wanted you to feel that way.” He looked like he wanted to say something else but he stood up to walk away. “You need to rest, i’ll talk to you about it when you wake up.”

You grabbed his hand as hard as you could, which wasn’t very hard given how weak and tired you were. “Don’t go.”

He turned around and chuckled. “You need rest love.”

“Stay, please”

He looked at you with your big hopeful eyes, so cute and sweet he couldn’t say no. You smiled as he took off his shoes, jacket, and vest before untying the curtains and pulling them around the bed. He walked around to the other side of the bed and got under the covers. You quickly laid down and snuggled against him and he gathered you in his arms, gently running his fingers through your hair. “Love you master.”

His hearts fluttered. “And I love you more than you could ever imagine.”

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