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moumouton4 · 6 months

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PLEASE DI THE FREINDS WITH BENEFITS WOTH ADRIAN/CAHT NOIR🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 IM SO INTERESTED. maybe Adrian and reader like have a thing going on secretly and get give each other longing glances, like a have lidded gaze or something. Please my Curiosity is getting the best of me

Friends With Benefits || Adrien Agreste x reader

A/n : This is something I've been thinkg about since I started writing fics ! I hope y'all will like it 😍 It's gender neutral but I had a female in mind when I wrote

Warnings : no mention of gender for reader, friends with benetifs, slight exhibitionism, shower sex, wall sex, piano sex ?, rough sex, soft sex, mention of erection, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 910

There is definitely something going on between the two of you. Though no one seems to have noticed for now. There is only Marinette who is suspecting you, but she suspecting everyone so you know she isn’t a threat

He introduced you as a childhood friend but in reality you’ve only known each other for less than a year

You met one day as he was on his way back home as he was still in his Chat Noir outfit. He still had some time when he spotted you, so he decided to try his chance and talk to you

To his surprise you were as interested as he was. And even if at first he was a bit wary about letting you discover his true identity, after some time and because of how horny you were you just couldn't resist but jump each other’s bones

Since that day you’ve been friends with benefits. He’d come to you after a long day as a hero in Paris to release that pent up energy or after whatever the hell he did either it was for school or for his work

He is addicted to you, and you to him. You see each other at least once a week, it’s usually three or four times a week. Either at yours or at his home

Depending on how tired you both are you’re either going to fuck like you’ve never before or cockwarm him. It really depends. Sometimes he is more into making some cocky and teasing jokes, resulting in some giggly sex. But it’s also most of the time so intense it leaves you both breathless

One of his favorite thing is having you nice and slow in his bed, but sometimes fucking you against the tiled wall of his shower is everything he needs to finish his day smoothly

He also takes you on his piano

You’re always careful not to leave any bite or purplish mark on his skin in places that aren’t covered with clothes

He is shameless about leaving some on you though. You’re his and even if people don’t have this detail, they will at least know you’re taken

Poor baby is bad at relationship but he still want you for himself

You guys had had sex in a lot of unusual places. Either on the top of historical monuments like the Eiffel Tower or the Arc de Triomphe but also on the roofs of buildings in the warm summer evenings. He’d set a blanket there and you’d cuddle some time before getting started

The tension between you two when you’re in the same room is unbearable, but since everyone think you’re friends, no one catch it

His eyes are always on you, piercing and following your every move as if he was in his cat costume. There is no part of you that is left unexplored. If your cleavage is in display his eyes are going to drown in between the tender flesh and if your pants leaves no doubt about the curves of your ass and thighs his eyes will be stuck on them too

If your sitting side by side his hand will surely caress your leg under the table

But most of the time - and since then you joined the class - the only thing he can do during those moments is to send you long and ardent gazes. You’re the only thing he is interested and attuned to at the moment

His eyes squint slightly as he gives you another longing glance. He feels so horny right now and the tent in his pants gives it all away. He has 45 more minutes to calm down before the end of the class

At the end of the class you go to your locker. Classes just ended and you just want to go home and lie down while chilling. The room is currently empty but behind you feel a hot breath grazing your neck. Then an arm circles your waist and draw you nearer

The smell of his cologne makes it clear for you that it’s Adrien. You lean against him and his strong arms hold you tighter

“‘missed you a lot in there” his fingers played teasingly with the help of your shirt “What about tonight 21:00 at yours ?” ( 21:00 = 9 pm )

“I’ll be waiting for you then” you whispered, so that if anyone was around they couldn't hear you

“I’ll be looking forward to this princess” he murmured before planting a quick kiss on the corner of your mouth

When you turned around he saw the smirk on your face “What is it about ?”

You pointed at the tent in his blue jeans

“Shoot !” he muttered “J-just get back home safely o-okay. I’ll take care of this” he looked around to be sure no one was in sight

“You sure ? I could lend a hand”

He blushed, shaking his head, he just knew that if you guys were to start something there you wouldn’t be finished at least an hour after the school closes “Yep I’ll be quick. See you later beautiful” he gave you a quick kiss before carefully making his way out and unnoticed of the locker room

At the end of the day ( pun unitented ) he got to your home 30 minutes earlier than intended

But it was all all the thrill of being his friend with benefits after all, a surprise was always hidden behind another

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sundaycentric · 6 months

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JING YUAN AND NEUV!!!!!

(I too am down horrendous for them)

(seperate) neuvillette & jing yuan x reader

content ★ headcanons, NOT PROOF READ!!, sfw, fluff

note ★ SO REAL!! i love them both sm its unreal.. anyways im just going to do some basic headcanons and drabbles bc im abt to go to a dance and i need something quick to post.. other requesters i am working on your stuff!!

NEUVILLETTE ★

He has no idea what it's like to be in a relationship. He has no experience whatsoever, besides for the in occasional movies Lady Furina will force him to watch with her.

Neuvillette isn't that dumb to take the movies as reality, though. So, he ends up just being a mess.

Before you start dating, Neuvillette will try to his best to hide his feelings. He often times pushes you away, but the sky darkens not soon after. He feels torn.

Neuvillette doesn't even understand his own emotions. He can barely process what he feels, let alone name it. He's confused and worried. He thinks it's love, but what if he isn't? He's never felt love to know what it's like.

It'd take some time for him to start working through his feelings. However, he still keeps his distance. He tries not to make it obvious he is avoiding you, but someone sees through him easily.

It doesn't take long for Lady Furina to find out what's happening, especially considering how observant she is to drama. She'll pester Neuvillette about it a bit, laughing at his reactions. Neuvillette tries to appear indifferent, but the sky's definitely different from what it was before.

For all her teasing, Lady Furina does genuinely care about Neuvillette (and you). She will offer some advice to Neuvillette, even though her experience in romance is just as limited as his. At least Lady Furina can work out her emotions, though.

Gradually, Neuvillette accepts your presence and allows him to take pleasure in it. A month ago, he was doing everything to stay out of your way, but now is he practically near you every time he can be.

He tries not to talk to you too much, though. He gets flustered. Although you might not be able to see it on his face, you might notice the sky becoming brighter—way brighter than normal when you talk to him.

He will never confess first. Well, unless he felt like he had to to avoid loosing you. Other that that scenario, though, he will keep quiet until you say something

Once you do say something and confess your feelings to him, Neuvillette will be so happy. His face might be a little smile, but there is no rain for entire week and lot's of people are getting sunburnt..

He will try his best to keep you happy. Neuvillette is very big on communication since he doesn't always understand what you feel. He does try though.

Neuvillette still doesn't talk much about himself. Instead, he prefers to listen to you. Even the small, mundane things you did during your day put a smile on his face.

Overall, he is very kind and considerate. Maybe even too much. He's scared of hurting you or pushing you away because of how he is. That hasn't happened yet, though. :)

JING YUAN ★

He definitely knows what he is doing. He's had some experience in the past, both watching and doing. Although, it is different when it comes to you.

Jing Yuan took interest in you. He was curious. Why? He doesn't know himself. He just likes you presence. You remind him of his finches, maybe even lion sometimes.

He learns as much as he can about you without being seen as creepy. He'll pay attention attention to you at events or when he is in public. When he catches you staring at him, he feels warm.

Eventually, he begins to come up to you. Jing Yuan prefers to take things slow, and really wants to come up with some sort of strategy to win your heart. It's a bit hard, though. He doesn't want to manipulate you, you aren't his enemy.

Jing Yuan tries to keep things in his control, both so he can spend as much time with you possible and just because he likes it. He will pay for your lunches, buy you things you like, pay for your trips. Jing Yuan has enough money, and he is willing to spend it all if you ask for it.

He'll slowly try to become closer with you. He doesn't want to push you away. After all, Jing Yuan has all the time in the world to wait for you. He only hopes you'll actually go to him.

Jing Yuan seems more unfocused at work now. He is usually not paying attention anyways (as he is sleeping), but it's becoming a bit worse now. Lady Fu catches on quick and reprimands him.

Jing Yuan, in his tired state, tries to excuse himself before Lady Fu gets angrier. He ends up slipping and saying your name. The two of them stare at each other before Fu Xuan starts scolding him again.

Fu Xuan is mad at Jing Yuan, yes, but she cannot deny that she cares about Jing Yuan. So, she might peek into the future to see if the two of you are together. She refuses to tell Jing Yuan what she sees, but she smiles as soon as he leaves.

Jing Yuan may be first to confess. He is fine with either. In the case that he confesses, he'll laugh at the way your face lights up. If you confess first, he'll find it funny how you seem a bit unsure of yourself.

He will reassure you with a kiss on the cheek before telling you that he loves you. Jing Yuan will hug you tightly while he sleeps and take care of anything you need.

He is like a teddy bear. :)

He is attentive, and he always knows what you're feeling. He might tease you sometimes, but he is ultimately very sweet and protective over you.

Yanqing definitely looks up to you as another parental figure. Good luck with that.

Overall, very nice to sleep on. He'll take care of everything he can for you and treat you like a precious gem.

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sturnlova · 2 months

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Traumatised Brothers ( C.S )

(Chris Sturniolo x Female reader)

( Warning :Smut, M receiving, time skip, i really never know what to put here, new to writing, not proof read all the way)

Chris : Orange

Y/N : Pink

Matt : Blue

Nick : Purple

( Word count : 900 )

Y/N POV:

As i stood in the boys kitchen warming up donuts for us to all eat Matt screams out “YOU LIKE HER” Chris slapped his chest really hard as he turned red, Nick just yelled at matt to shut the fuck up.

I turned around with the donuts and asked “ the fuck are yall talking about” “NOTHING nothing Matt is just being an idiot.” Suspicious i thought to myself but ignored it as we continued watching the movie Scream.

As i bite into the donut the donut feel apart leaving icing on my bottom lip and some crumbs on my boobs. When i noticed i had made a mess i wiped it off hoping no one saw but Chris saw and he also had focus on my boobs but i didn’t really mind because it’s Chris. Like the Chris i’ve liked for ages.

Chris cleared his throat and stood up “sorry i’ll be back i don’t feel to well..” Matt and nick asked if he was okay and i just stood up and rubbed his shoulder asking if he needed anything.

Chris responded back with “ i’m fine don’t worry” and quickly hurried off to his room.

Time Skip

By now Chris had been gone for 10 minutes and i had to check up on him but i didn’t need Matt and Nick being there to because i know Chris gets embarrassed when he is seen as “weak” even though getting sick is nothing to be embarrassed about. Plus they would tease me about liking him since they knew i liked him for a bit too long.

“ I’ll be back i need to go to the bathroom, don’t worry about pausing the movie” “ Ok we weren’t playing on it anyway” Nick said giggling.

I walked my way to Chris’ room and was about to open the door until i heard whimpers coming from the other side, and my name..?

I opened the door to be seen with Chris lying down with his hand in his pants moving up and down, along with his eyes closed and mouth open. He hadn’t noticed me until i crawled onto the bed positioning myself between his legs.

“Y/N what the fuck i’m sorry, i didn’t even realise you were here and i- fuck you must think i’m so disgust-“ I cut Chris off by kissing him passionately and palming his dick and pushing his hand away.

“ Chris do you want me to help you?” “ please Y/N please i need your help”

I pulled down his pants in a slow fashion all the way down to his ankles.

I spit on his tip and started using my hands to move the spit up and down well i rubbed my thumb on the slit of his tip. I put my lips on his digits and started bobbing my head up and down well his hand was in my hair with a strong grip making a ponytail, all the force he used made me moan in a “ hurts but feels so good” way.

As he started twitching in my mouth i knew he was close so i started going faster “ FUCKK Y/N DONT STOP IM SO CLOSE” he continued screaming my name. I didn’t stop but i did start using my hands instead of my mouth for i could speak to him “ Chris your brothers gonna hear, do you even care that they hear you scream and beg for me to jerk you off? “ Chris just moaned and spoke under his breath with a string of curses as he got milked out.

He had some of his cum on his happy trail and on my hand. I licked the mess off his stomach and then lifted my top to expose my breasts and took his cum off my hands and rubbed it all over my boobs as a substitute for lotion.

When it was all over my boobs and off my hands, i pulled my top back on and put chris’ pants back on. “ Y/N that was the best handjob i’ve ever experienced thank you like truly thank you, do you want me to finger you?” usually i wouldn’t deny this offer but today it was just about him “ Chris it’s ok baby i just wanted you to feel good.”

“ Chris do you like, like me because i know i like you, i think i love you.” “ i like you to Y/N i think i love you too.” We talked about how we would take this forward and whats gonna happen since we will be going on a date tomorrow at the park, Chris knew i loved the park.

As i got Chris decent and walked out his room we were shown with an empty house and a note left on the kitchen counter like it was the olden days reading “ message us to come back when Chris is done moaning your name, if you couldn’t tell this is from his 2 traumatised brothers Matt and Nick.”

Chirs just looked at me and pointed at the note with a facial expression that looked like this “😐” i responded back with a giggle.

#chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #romantic

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lxkeeeee · 1 year

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MORE NSFW HEADCANONS OF HUSBAND SCARAMOUCHE X FEM KITSUNE WIFE READER BECAUSE IM SO DOWN BAD AND IM STARTING TO GET DELUSIONAL BUT JM OKAY LMFAO

when he's thrusting into you, each thrusts he would grip hard into your hand and the relaxes as he pulls away then grips again as he thrusts and vise versa.

50% of the time would want to take the love making slow as he wants to savor every feeling of pleasure, your soft whines and moans and the other 50% would be him just mercilessly pounds into you, not bothering to slow down.

his moans would definitely break, in each thrusts.

he definitely cries during the deed, he's too touch starved despite you two doing it for how many years.

has breeding kink.

gets turned on when his wife tops but won't admit it.

he likes to choke you but he definitely also likes being the one being choked.

he doesn't need air to breathe though but he definitely loves the pressure around his neck as you cut off his voice.

you two don't fight often but if you do, you two would solve it through angry make up sex.

he can't keep his hands off you, not a single shame.

consensual non consensual sex

of course you gave him your consent to use your body if he needs and vise versa.

you would wake up to him trying to thrust into you as gently as he can to avoid waking you up.

cock warming ‼️

he just loves it when he's doing mundane tasks while also feeling your walls clenched around him.

50% of the time he's a little shit and won't move and the other 50% is him begging you to move but you won't so he's just gonna end a whining mess.

switch, taking turns who tops and bottoms.

he tops most of the time because he loves being top

since both of you are immortal, you guys can finish multiple rounds.

not an unbelievable amount though, it can range from 2-5 rounds depends. But mostly 2-4 since they would start as 'aftercare' but then starts fucking in the bathroom.

no they don't fuck everyday 🗣️

since they believed that the art of love making shouldn't be overused lol

most of the time it's just teasing, small inappropriate touches that doesn't turn into full blown love making but instead it would end up with smiles on your faces as you two teased each other for not being able to keep the hands from each other.

anyways I forgot this is nsfw lmfao

make out sessions are wild.

scara doesn't need to breathe so imagine him getting annoyed everytime you pull away and only for him to immediately pull you back into a messy and heated kiss.

definitely likes it if you play with his cock though.

especially if you two are just cuddling in bed and you'll just slipped your slender fingers underneath his pants and then fondle with his cock, teasingly gliding your fingers to the vein of his shaft.

it actually helps him relax not gonna lie.

he would throw his head back as his breathing became shaky, mouth wide open as small moans escape his lips.

despite giving him a handjob multiple times, you can't get used to how his limp cock would immediately harden and going bigger.

pussy or tits? both is what he'll answer, he doesn't care. He loves both.

likes sucking in your breast as one hand is in between your inner thighs.

is open to new kinks though.

somehow liked it when he got tied, he doesn't want to admit it though.

blindfolds too, especially if your palming his cock, 10/10 would do it again.

#genshin impact #genshin fanfic #scaramouche genshin impact #scaramouche genshin #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader smut #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche smut headcanons #lxkewrites #husband scaramouche #lxke's husband scaramouche works

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tsimvkas · 4 months

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daylight #02 | it’s nice to have a friend

A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS BESTIES 🎅🏻🤍 i wanna start saying that i don’t know the christmas’ tradition in england very well since im latina and there’s a hell of a difference but i tried my best. thank you so much for your patience, im already a really slow writer but some things have been making me even slower and i apologise for that 🫶🏻 hope you enjoy it xx

word count: 5.1k | series masterlist | masterlist

content: bsf!mason, fluffy, pregnancy

<- previous chapter

You’ve always dreamed about a pretty family of your own, a pregnancy shared with your loved one, both of you discovering this new world together, sharing the fears and the excitement. things about

But since you told Walker about your real pregnancy, you thought it would be a grey and sad nine months. Not even in your best dreams this pregnancy would be full of joy and happiness, and then, since you told Mason about you felt warm and bright again.

Mason had to go back to London the same day due to his hectic routine, but he assured he would do his best to visit you often, besides making you promise you would reach out to his mom if you ever needed anything and for some reason your parents couldn’t help you.

After he left, you instantly called your favourite girl. Sarah showed up at your front door in five minutes, always so curious — but also so supportive.

You told her everything, from the moment you took the first test to when Mason left your house. She scolded you, saying you should’ve told her the moment you found out, but immediately giving you a hug.

Now she goes to your house almost everyday and Mason tries his best to call you every night. Then, she accompanied you to do your blood test that same week, where you found out you were already one month pregnant.

Your mom already bought the baby’s first body and you saw your dad looking for mini Portsmouth FC jerseys. They’re always asking you how you’ve been feeling, and even though she tried to be discreet you know your mom is paying more attention to you.

It’s good to know you have so many people to count on.

They were also all there when you went to your first ultrasound, when you were seven weeks pregnant. It was a horrific experience.

You knew the first one is different, what they call transvaginal ultrasound, but you weren’t exactly prepared for it. You're only twenty, after all. In that moment, you realised you’re actually still your dad’s baby.

Your doctor was rude and inappropriate. He kept asking where the father was, if you knew what a condom is and he wouldn’t even look at your face. Your dad took you out of the doctor’s office before you could lay down on the stretcher.

Two weeks later, you still haven’t taken the exam, and that’s why Mason has been on the phone with you for the past ten minutes, convincing you to do it.

“You need to take the exam, Y/N. It’s important to monitor the pregnancy from month one.” his voice sounded understanding but also severe.

“I know. It’s just… the first doctor was so rude with me and I already hate going to hospitals so now I’m just trying to postpone it as much as possible”

Mason sighed, having been told what happened by your dad.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there to break his jaw and make him swallow his own tongue, but I can come over to your next appointment” his words made you smile. You really like how protective Mason is, how his voice changes when he’s mad.

“You don’t need to. My dad will be at home-”

“So it’ll be me and your dad” he interrupted you. “I wanna go, see how it works”

“Fine” you chuckled. “I’ll make an appointment for mid-week then”

“Good” Mason hummed, his sleepy voice making you giggle. Suddenly, he changed the subject. “Are you still a Chelsea fan? I mean-”

You thought it was a weird question, but it didn’t take you long to figure out why he was asking you this.

“You play for Chelsea, don’t you?” you asked back.

After a few minutes in silence, Mason sighed.

“But he used to play for Chelsea too” he murmured, sounding insecure.

You felt like throwing up at the mention of Walker, and your heart ached with how sad Mason sounded at the idea of you now hating his club.

Taking a deep breath, you tried your best to fill your voice with reassurance. To make him feel safe.

“Which team do you play for, Mason?”

“Chelsea” he muttered, his voice barely audible.

“Then I’m a Chelsea fan” you reassured him. “You are my best friend. Whichever the club you chose to play for, I’ll be there in the stands for you”

“Good” he chuckled, relief overflowing through his voice. “That’s good, ‘cause I might have bought her something”

For a few seconds, you got confused about what he was saying since sleepy Mason didn't bother saying whatever is on his mind. Then you remembered that, besides you and him there’s only one person he could be talking about.

“Her?” you asked again, not thinking about your baby as a girl or a boy yet. You don’t even know what you want, since both options seem so incredibly great.

“It’s a girl” he said confidently. “I can feel it”

“How?”

“I don’t know, I just want her to be” he giggled, yawning. “I wanna be a girl’s dad”

Your heart skipped a beat. In the time you took to answer, Mason was already knocked out.

—

“Something weird happened” you started to tell Sarah, but suddenly you wanted to keep Mason’s words to yourself.

“What?” she looked at you. She was at your house, as always since you got pregnant, when your father told you he was ready, so Sarah decided to come with you to your appointment.

“Uhm- nothing” you tried to change her attention. “Mason is coming today”

“Of course he is” she smirked. “Daddy duties, right?”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart pounded with her words.

“Stop! Don’t you dare say something like this in front of him” you pointed a finger to her face.

It was Sarah’s turn to roll her eyes.

“Fine, we can’t let Mase know you have a crush on him since you’re twelve” she teased you. “At least I’ll get to be your baby’s favourite aunt since they won’t call him uncle if he’s mommy’s boyfriend”

“Oh shut up, Sarah” you slapped the back of her head. “Mason is my best friend, just like you”

“That’s why you told me first instead of calling someone who lives in another city?”

“Shut up” you felt your cheeks warm, and she laughed at you.

“Oh, look who’s here! We were talking about you, Mase!” Sarah got up and you froze.

Mason kissed her cheek before hugging you tight.

“What about me could be that interesting for you two to talk about?” he raised an eyebrow at you, and you looked at Sarah with widened eyes.

“Your new haircut” she lied and Mason looked at her, confused.

“But I haven’t-”

“Y/N?” the doctor called, and you thanked the universe before following her.

When Mason was about to follow you, Sarah held his arm.

“You’ll enter the doctor’s office with her?”

“Can’t I?”

“You know… that it’s like… they’ll check the baby through where the baby comes out” she tried to explain, miming.

“Oh, that’s it? I’ll- I’ll just ask her if she wants me to stay here”

“So you still wanna go inside, uh?” Sarah teased him. Teasing is her specialty.

“Stop, it’s not like that. I told her I’d be here to protect her, after what happened with the last one” Mason explained, but he couldn’t hide his red cheeks.

“Cute. But ‘it’s not like that’ doesn’t work with me, Mase. I know you booth” Sarah hummed.

When you put your head out of the doctor's office to call them Sarah quickly entered, leaving Mason standing in front of the door.

“Do you want me to stay outside?” he awkwardly asked you.

“Why would I?”

“Sarah told me that the exam is pretty intimate”

“It’s ok. You can close your eyes” you shrugged, taking him by hand. “C’mon, you’re here to be my bodyguard”

Mason giggled, but followed you inside. Knowing your best friend would be there with you, your dad decided to come back to work after dropping you and Sarah, since he would lose the day, so it was only the three of you.

You honestly think it’s really funny how he loves and respects Mason to the point he would let him witness his own grandson’s first ultrasound, saying “I’ll stay for the next one” before leaving. It sounds a bit crazy when you think about it.

When your doctor, a woman in her thirties, explained the whole procedure to you, you changed into a hospital gown and laid on the stretcher. Sarah was sitting next to you, in the chair they usually leave there for the father, and Mason stayed on the other side of the stretcher, with his eyes closed since you came back from the bathroom.

Your doctor prepared the equipment, warning you she was about to start the exam. You felt the initial discomfort and squeezed Sarah’s hand instantly looking for Mason’s, receiving a gentle squeeze back. From his angle he couldn’t actually see you exposed, but he was being so cute with his eyes closed so you left it like that.

While you listened to new information about your baby, you felt your heart grow fonder. For a moment, you also felt guilty that your parents weren’t the first ones to experience this moment with you, but your mother couldn’t due to work and you’re pretty sure your father isn’t ready to realise his daughter is a grown woman now.

When Sarah whispered ‘are you okay?’ after noticing your tears, you knew that for some reason they were the right ones to be with you in this exact moment.

“Yeah, I’m just happy” you smiled at her. “Mase, look at the screen”

“I can’t. My eyes are closed” he murmured seriously, making you giggle.

“You can open them, don’t worry” Sarah reassured him, laying her head beside yours.

Mason opened his eyes reluctantly and they widened when he found the monitor.

“Is that her?” he giggled before pouting. “Oh, so tiny. Y/N, you’re baking the tiniest pie in the world”

“Silly” you muttered, your cheeks hurting for how wide you were smiling. Mason searched for your eyes, his cheeks turning red when he saw you were already looking at him. You could see how emotional the moment was for him, nodding so he would know you appreciated his presence.

When the doctor talked to you again and everybody’s attention was on her, Mason whipped his eyes.

—

“You should come visit me” Mason rubbed your belly, drawing gentle circles. “I mean… you could stay with me and our families could come to Christmas and then to New Year’s”

The pair of you were laid on your bed with Sarah whilst your mother was downstairs, preparing dinner. Everything was perfect with your new doctor, and now you are excited for your next appointments, to see your belly growing.

“Why would you want that?” you teased, knowing he just misses being around his closest friends.

“I feel like I’m missing your belly bump” he pouted, just like a kid. “You’re almost four months pregnant and I only saw you like… five times since you told me”

“Yeah, Sarah is already claiming she’ll be the baby’s favourite” you giggled, leaving the rest of your friend's words out. Sarah shrugged and Mason poked his tongue out, like a child. “You know there’s still five more months, right? But I would love to, Mase”

“Good, ‘cause I might need a little help to put up my Christmas tree” he laughed, and you felt his chest vibrating. “And I have a lot of presents for her”

“You’re so confident that it’s a girl”

“I know it is” he shrugged.

“Thank you for the invitation, Mason” Sarah messed up with him, taking his hand off of you so she could caress your belly too.

“Don’t be dramatic. I said ‘our families can join us for Christmas’, so you’re included” he rolled his eyes, hitting her hand.

“But you’re inviting Y/N to spend weeks at yours” she playfully pouted, taking his hand off again. Mason huffed in annoyance.

“You see her everyday, don’t be selfish”

“Fine. You wanna be alone with her, got it. She’s all yours”

Mason shrugged and hummed in content when Sarah finally let his hand where it was. You stayed silent, without knowing how to read his action. Two minutes later, your mom called you all for dinner.

—

Mason picked you up two weeks before Christmas, to spend some time in London before the holidays, and you think you could never thank him enough for that. You were four months pregnant now, the crazy hormones and morning sickness getting the best of you, and even though you love your mom, she was slightly suffocating you over the past weeks.

You need fresh air and distractions, things London can give you.

You slept during the whole drive, knocked out by a medicine for your sickness. Mason drove in silence, humming a few songs and checking on you every so often.

Since you were still sleeping when he parked in front of his house, he took your things inside and settled them in the guest room before coming back to gently wake you.

After the initial confusion, you held his hand and Mason helped you get out of the car, slowly guiding you to the front door.

“You had a good nap?” he teased you, opening the front door for you and giggling when your cheeks turned red.

“Sorry for leaving you on your own”

“Watching you sleep is quite peaceful, don’t worry” he poked your cheek, closing the door behind you. “Welcome to my place”

You looked around. It’s a cosy place, even though from the outside you could already tell that Mason’s house is huge. He recently moved and this is the first time you’re visiting this one, so you were surprised with how different it is from the other one.

But, at the same time, something felt weird. Your eyes were immediately burning with tears when you pictured him alone in his living room, wandering around the house, cooking by himself.

“It’s so big” you pouted, turning to face him. “And you live here alone. You sleep alone and eat alone and when you finish training you come back to an empty house”

Mason was smiling when you turned to him, frowning in confusion when he saw you started to cry.

“It’s the life I chose, baby. Don’t need to cry, it’s not that bad. My family is always visiting and I have teammates coming over every week. And you’re here now. You can stay as long as you want” he stroked your cheeks. “Sarah can stay after the holidays, you can enjoy the capital together”

You were still pouting, fat and hot tears spilling down your face. It felt weird to cry for something you would usually not feel so affected by.

Not even your emotions were yours anymore?

“I think I need a cuddle” you whimpered. Mason giggled, the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard, before letting your stuff near the door and guide you to his living room. “Don’t laugh”

“Sorry” he laughed again, sitting on his couch and pulling you closer. “You’re just too cute”

You sat beside him, resting your face on his shoulder and sighing when he wrapped his arms around yours.

“Being pregnant sucks sometimes” you vented. “I keep crying and feeling sick and crying more”

“I’m sorry pookie. I don’t think there’s anything I can do to help you, but I’ll always be here to cuddle you, yeah?” he kissed your forehead.

You hugged him tighter, chuckling when he laid on the sofa bringing you with him. After a few minutes like this, you tickled his waist.

“So, where’s your Christmas tree?”

“About that…” Mason chuckled, burying his nose in your hair.

—

Four hours later, you were finally at his house again after a whole afternoon looking for the perfect tree.

Mason wanted to choose the first he saw, but you decided to do things properly. His family would come and you wanted them to be proud of their boy, living alone and with a decent tree.

And then you needed to buy Christmas lights and ornaments.

“What do you mean, they don’t come with the tree?” Mason confusedly looked at you when you asked him to drive to the store, the proof he is the biggest mama’s boy in the world.

Deciding on the colour turned out to be a torturously slow process. Mason wanted a blue Christmas because of Chelsea, but at the same time he liked the red ornaments, and you just stayed there waiting for his decision and telling him to make a full white tree.

An hour later, he chose the white ones.

Now, you're back at home and after receiving the tree you have all you need to start decorating, but Mason has other plans.

“Leave it there” he told you when you started opening the ornaments boxes. “We’ve been out for hours, you need to eat first”

“But-”

“No, you’re in my house, I make the rules” he smirked, stretching his body. “What about you take a shower for me and I make us dinner”

“I’m not actually hungry” you pouted at him, but Mason still sent you upstairs to take a relaxing shower.

He has settled your stuff in the guest room closest to his own room, in case you would need anything during the night.

After a warm shower, you came back downstairs and found him still in the kitchen, moving his hips to All I Want For Christmas Is You. Recording a short video of him before being noticed, you got closer to see what he was preparing.

Just when you looked over his shoulder, your stomach growled, and Mason chuckled.

“Not really hungry, uh?” he teased you,

“It smells good” you shrugged.

“I’m a chef, Y/N”

“I still remember the day you burnt our popcorn, Mase” you giggled, walking to his dining room.

“Shhh, this is in the past” he put your plate on the table. “Now I’m a pro at cooking”

“Good, I don’t want my baby starving when you’re taking care of her”

“I’ll be the best for her, I swear” he smiled, poking your cheek.

—

Two weeks with Mason seemed like two days. Between training, a game away and a game at Stamford — which he made you attend to, the pair of you went to Christmas markets, some Christmas shopping and also visited a lot of baby’s stores.

He was obsessed.

Every tiny shirt, sweater, mini shoes. He wanted to buy them all. You told him he didn’t need to at least a million times, that you don’t even know the gender yet, but his answers was always “we can get the white one then” or “I’m sure it’s a girl”, so you came back to his place with a lot of

You also attended Chilly’s birthday reunion. He called all his football mates to waste their free meal with lots of pizza and beer.

You tried to eat with them, but in the end Mason spent a whole time holding your hair in Ben’s restroom. You apologised, not wanting him to lose the party with his friends, but he kept telling you were more important, and even though you were feeling ashamed, your heart pounded with how much you love having a friend like him.

The night before Christmas Eve you went to bed earlier, your stomach feeling weird all day. You were sleeping for about half an hour when a loud thunder woke you up in a second.

With your heart beating like crazy, you sat with widened eyes.

When another one crossed the sky, even louder, you felt your body start to tremble. Getting up from bed, you walked through the dark hall, tiptoeing to Mason’s room and slowly opening his door.

At first you thought of waking him up so you wouldn’t be alone, but his peaceful expression and his slight snore left you with no courage to do so.

His mouth was slightly open and his hair was in all directions, the blanket hugging his waist, leaving you with the sight of his bare chest.

You didn’t have the heart to disturb him, so you started to walk out of the room when Mason stirred.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” he stretched his body, his raspy and sleepy voice making you forget about the storm for a couple of seconds. When another lightning cut the silence, Mason sat. “Oh baby, c’mere”

He tapped the spot beside him, quickly checking if he wore his sleep shorts before going to bed last night.

“Being afraid of storms is so cliche” you groaned, climbing his bed. “Sorry, I didn’t want to wake you”

“Don’t be silly. It’s been raining for how long?” he lifted the sheet so you could get under it.

“Twenty minutes I think”

“You should’ve woken me earlier” he yawned. “We can put a movie to distract you”

You shook your head, not wanting to disturb his routine.

“You need to sleep”

Mason brushed your hair out of your face, rolling his eyes at you.

“I won’t let you alone to deal with one of your biggest fears”

“Being with you is enough to ease the fear” you smiled at him. “Do you think I can listen to your heartbeat?”

“Wow, this is so gay” he teased, opening his arms for you. “C’mere pookie, if you want a cuddle just say it”

“I want a cuddle” you giggled, getting closer to him and resting your face on his chest. “And you have a strong heart, it’ll block the storm’s noises”

“Good” he squeezed your body, brushing his lips against your forehead. “Feel free to wake me up if you need me”

“Mm-hmm” you hummed, kissing his chest.

Mason wasn’t able to stop his heart from beating insanely fast. None of you talked about how good and right it felt to wake up with your legs interlocked, Mason’s fingers running down your back whilst he hummed ‘good morning’.

“Good morning, Mase” you replied, stretching your body. You awkwardly tried to get off his body, and he tickled your waist to ease the tension.

“Merry Christmas Eve” Mason hummed, poking your cheek. Being awake for the last twenty minutes and watching you sleep on his chest, he wasn’t ready to let the moment go yet.

“Merry Christmas Eve, Mase. I love you”

“I love you too” he grinned. “You were able to sleep?”

“Yeah, I barely heard any thunder or lightning” because your heart is strong and your chest is warm and your body is huge, you wanted to add, but you didn’t.

“Good. I think we overslept” he giggled. “I mean, you overslept, but I couldn’t wake you up and then I was afraid to move so I came back to sleep and… it’s almost afternoon”

“Mase! You should’ve woken me up”

“Nah, it’s ok. Christmas ain’t going anywhere. And I was thinking” he hummed. “When the pie you’re baking is finally here we’ll have to do the elf thing”

You giggled, picturing Mason trying to record fake videos of an elf flying around the house.

“Correction: you’ll have to do the elf thing. I’ll just enjoy it” you smiled before getting up so you could start to get things ready for the Christmas dinner.

As every rich man, Mason has someone who cleans his house for him. You met the girl during the week, and thanks to her everything is clean for the holidays and you just needed to keep it like that.

After tidying up the kitchen while Mason organised his five guest rooms, you started to decorate his living room and he also tidied up the restroom. When everything was done, you and Mason setted the table and decorated the dining room.

Giggling, Mason attached a mistletoe to one of the two dining room entrances.

“My dad asked me to do it, so he can surprise my mom” he explained, smiling shyly at you.

“Mase! This is so cute” you squeezed his shoulders from behind. “You’re such a good son. I bet one you’ll be the best of fathers”

Mason only shrugged, trying to hide how happy your words made him.

For a second, you imagined how different things would be if Mason was your boyfriend instead of Walker. If he was the one sharing this pregnancy with you.

Then you shook your head and went upstairs, so you could get ready for dinners

—

Yours, his and Sarah’s families went to Mason’s house for Christmas Eve dinner. Since he’s playing on Boxing Day, you all thought about something different so he could rest during the actual Christmas Day.

So, when you finished decorating and cleaning, you and Mason started to get ready, and it wasn’t long until they were all there.

Mason knocked to let you know everyone had arrived, but you weren’t feeling confident on your skin. You asked him to call Sarah, but you should’ve known that his protectiveness would get the best of im, and in a second Mason was inside your room, asking you what was wrong.

“I don’t feel like myself” you pouted, trying not to cry or your make up would be ruined. “I know it’s been growing gradually and I should be getting used to it, but wearing a dress kind of made it more real? It’s me, but it’s not and I feel weird”

Mason walked closer, standing behind you and looking in your eyes through the mirror.

“You are… stunning, Y/N” he smiled at you, and you suddenly felt shy. “And the bump is adorable, pookie. Don’t be shy about it. It’s part of your body now, yeah? And it’s so beautiful”

You broke eye contact, his shining eyes overwhelming you, but the way he looked at you made you feel warm. Truly loved by your best friend, the person who saw your good days and the bad ones too.

“Thank you, Mase” you turned to face him, offering him a big smile.

“C’mere” he opened his arms, and you immediately hugged him. “It’s your first Christmas as a mum, let’s get the best of it. I know what you’re thinking but he doesn’t deserve to be the reason why you’re doubting yourself, because you shouldn't doubt yourself in the first place. Just because he chose the opposite doesn’t mean anyone wouldn’t chose you”

Your heart pounded at his words and how well he knows you.

“I love you” you muttered, and Mason kissed your forehead.

“I love you more. C’mon, I’m starving” he giggled.

In the end, it turned out to be one of the best nights you had in a while. Every person had brought a dish, and they all put their presents underneath Mason’s tree. It was a night full of jokes, laughter, love and good food.

Your mom tried to help you with what to eat, and you made it through the dinner without problems.

But even though you were happy and surrounded by people you love, you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking how your Christmas would’ve been if Walker were still with you. Then, hearing your family and friends laughing and sharing histories made you feel guilty about thinking of someone who doesn’t want to be there, nor deserve it.

The night ended early, only a few minutes past midnight, and Summer, the only one who didn’t know about your pregnancy yet, was in bed since 10pm. Everybody wished their goodnights, promising to wake up early so they could all open the presents together.

After helping everyone to find their bedroom, Mason found you in the dining room when you were coming back from the kitchen, already wearing your fluffy pyjamas.

“Are you ok?” he raised an eyebrow at you, worried.

You smiled, finding his puppy and drunk eyes adorable.

“I’m alright Mase. What about you? I can put you in bed if you need to”

“Haha, funny. Even though I would love to, I’m just a bit tipsy” he poked your sides, making you chuckle. “Thank you pookie, it was an incredible night and I’m sure I wouldn’t be able to do it by myself”

“It was a really nice night, I’m happy you enjoyed” you smiled, kissing his cheek and starting to walk out of the dining table. “But now… someone needs to sleep”

Mason nodded, but he seemed to remember something after a few seconds, asking you to wait. You stopped on your feet between the dining room and the hall, waiting for him.

He knelt in front of you, holding your waist so he could brush his nose on your belly.

“Merry Christmas, tiny pie” he gave it a quick peck. “Next one you’ll be running around”

At the same time you felt shy, you also felt glad. You know he’ll always be there for your baby.

When he got on his feet again, Mason kissed your forehead. He was about to wish you goodnight when something fell between the pair of you, and your heart skipped a beat when you realised it was the mistletoe he put there earlier.

“Sorry” Mason choked and gasped at the same time, and remembering he wasn’t exactly sober made it even funnier. “I forgot”

“No problem” you smiled at him, giggling when he hid it behind his back with red cheeks.

“We can pretend it didn’t happened” he whispered, and for a second you felt insecure, unsure that maybe he didn’t want to.

But then his cheeks became even redder and you wanted to do it.

“I mean… it was on top of us” you shrugged. “Can’t fool the universe”

“We don’t have to-”

“You play Arsenal next week” you interrupted him, and you could almost see his brain trying to work. “Can’t risk your luck”

“Yeah, I can’t risk my luck” he shyly giggled. You thought he was even cuter standing there with hazy eyes, playing with the hem of his shirt. “But I don’t want us to be awkward about it”

Then you leaned on his shoulders and stood on your toes so you could face him properly, and gently pecked his lips. Mason held your waist, his other hand cupping your chin before he brushed his lips against yours, giving you multiple little kisses.

You brushed his hair out of his forehead and kissed the tip of his nose.

“See? No friendships ruined” you smiled. Mason smiled too, finding it hard to speak, and you giggled knowing he needed to sleep. “Good night, Mase”

With a last peck you quickly ran upstairs, questioning if this was the gift Santa brought you this year.

-> next chapter

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kristlewrites · 7 months

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“Slow it down, Make it bouncy”

CW: Lactation kink, Sub Zoro, Nicknames (mommy, papa, baby, sweetie),Smut, Family AU, Titty fucking, Oral (m!receiving), mommy kink (jus in case)

PAIRING: Zoro x Blk!FemReader

WC: 1.1K

🫧🗯️: I had so much fun wrting this one omg, im always weak for a flustered man. anyways, tyyy SO MUCH for the support ive been receving on all my fics! it means so much to me. so pls enjoy this and ngl i was falling for reader a lil bit like hold awn. Also going thru some of my previous work I do realize that i need to do a little proof read lmao..i apolgise if theres any errors on this.

MINORS DNI

(bounce)

You and your husband have been terrorized by your little infant, crying, screaming, and throwing tantrums. It was almost impossible to get her to calm down, but when she did it wasn’t for long. When she was asleep you would try your best to quickly tidy up all her toys and her highchair just so you can have some peace of mind. Zoro was also a great help too, when It came to take care of the baby. He would give her bubble baths, feed her, and keep her entertained while you're trying to catch up with some sleep. Even though with all the pain and frustrations you can’t bring yourself to be mad at the situation at all.

But due to all of that you and Zoro had barely any time to even sleep in the same bed?!? As you were busy taking care of the baby, Zoro was also preoccupied with work. You guys had no time at all for each other! So you come up with a brilliant idea, you drop off your little baby girl at your parents house for the weekend, and clean up the house. You take a nice steamy shower and put on your most seductive lingerie you own and waited.

Alerted by the sounds of the keys clicking, you stay in the bedroom awaiting your husband.

Leisurely, Zoro twists the bedroom door knob flinching at the provocative sight. You laying in bed, in a too tight lingerie laying down. You get up immediately and greet your husband. “Hey baby, how was work?” you ask, giving him a fat kiss on his cheek.

“Uh It was fine” He says clearly startled by your appearance. “Where's Kamora?” He asks scanning the room.

“I dropped her off at my parents, and trust me they are elated to see their granddaughter” You reply tapping him on his chest.

“Why?”

“Because I wanted to have some us time, we've barely had any time for the both of us, alone.” You pout “Plus I wanna treat you, since you've been working so hard lately” you say trailing you acrylic down his chest. “What do you say papa?”

Zoro positioned on the edge of your bed with you on your knees. You drag both his pants and his boxers down, and you are met with his throbbing dick. Marveling at it in all its glory you reach for the base and spit on it using it as a makeshift lubricant. Swiftly you start stroking in a vertical motion going up and down on his large cock. You can hear Zoro moan above, “You like it like this?, honey” you whisper but just loud enough that Zoro can hear. Nodding his head you hear him let out a small whimper “Yeaah let it all out for mama” You grin, with one hand still stroking, you bring your breast wrapping them around his dick.

Bouncing up and down you envelop his dick within your large titties, going nice and slow. Using your hands you usher up your tits, swallowing up his poor penis. You feel it twitching, “Baby are you gonna cum?” You tease, pecking his tip. “It’s okay, cum all over mamas titties” and as if it was on command zoro came all over your chest. “It felt good didn’t it?” You ask, letting out a small giggle..

’Mhmm’ Zoro moaned.

Kissing his cock, you go down slowly leaving no area untouched and leaving salvia everywhere. Licking upwards you insert his tip between your lips. Gradually you admit his whole cock into your mouth. At a faster pace you start rocking back and forth, wrapping your warm tongue around his dick, taking it in so sloppily. Using your hands you enfold the rest of his fat cock and twist around in a fluid motion.You continue this for another thirty seconds until you feel zoro's dick tremor in your mouth. With no warning, you feel zoro's warm sticky cum lodges in your throat. Releasing his cock with a smooth ‘pop’ sound you smile, “Oh my god baby, you are so sensitive. Have you missed me?” You muse grinning upwards looking at your husband's flustered face.

“yes” Zoro shyly replies

“You are so cute papa” you marvel while rising up towards his face, leaning towards his lips and kissing him. He then opens his mouth and enters , bit by bit your tongue enters and works its way onto his. You push him down carefully so that now you are still on top of him. Still kissing, you bite down on his bottom lip and he lets out a small whimper.

You crawl down, now onto his pelvis region, you sensually remove your lingerie displaying your leaking cunt. You climb onto his dick, letting the slick from your pussy help ease it in. You gasp from sensation, continuing to position yourself upon his dick. You grab Zoro's still hands and situate them on your hips. “Cmon baby you can't expect me to take all this by myself” you pout a lil teasing zoro. Hearing your pleas he strengthens his grip on your hips and assists down his dick.

“Ah” you cry out, feeling his dick all up in your vagina. Firmly you press your hands against his abdomen using it as support and start bouncing. You start going up and slowly, but once you get more comfortable you start going in a faster motion. Adjusting into smooth tempo, your ass smacking against his pelvis noises filling up the room, you whine from the movement. Feeling his dick sliding up and down your cunt. Wailing from how good it feels to be so full. Mesmerized, zoro studies your breasts as they follow the rhythm of your bounce. Guiding his fingers to your nipples, squeezing them. Milk spurts out.

“Mmm” You wail “You can't do that, it's for kamora sweetie” You say gasping, exhausted. Your legs are sore from the endless bouncing. Your hands still placed on his stomach, you pick up the pace, going faster. You feel Zoro squirming underneath you. “Cum in me, i want another one please.” You plead, leading one of your fingers towards your tummy where his dick bulge is displayed. This drives him crazy and he shoots it up your pussy, painting your walls white. Your orgasm comes flooding down just right after. “Agh” you squeal out, collapsing down on Zoro's chest.

“Not too much, what about kamora?” you whine, gently tapping the side of zoro's face. Latched onto your right nipple draining all you have. You guys are laying down under yalls sheets, zoro as the little spoon indulging himself into your boobs.

“But it's so sweet mommy” Zoro sulks, leaving a small saliva trail on your titty.

“Well when you say it like that, only a little bit more ok?”

Zoro nods, and resumes sucking. Whilst you comb your hot pink acrylics through his short stubby minty hair

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prodotsukare · 9 months

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Which Q!Forever ends up being teleported from universe to universe, and it didn't matter in which world he always found q!Philza in a different timeline... in this he arrives in an extremely dangerous place.

He could only run, as far as possible. danger, danger, was all that popped into his head as soon as he was faced with a totally destroyed spawn and laughter echoing from all sides, were they planning to kill him as soon as he stepped into that world?

So his only choice was to run as far away as possible, he had no way of protecting himself from whatever the fuck was going to happen to him, but not to sound too proud, 'Se estivessemos no meu mundo, eu iria destruí-los'(If we were on my world, i would destroy them), but they weren't, so he had no other choice.

He didn't have a locator to see if there were people nearby, he felt that at any moment he would be attacked, he just saw in the global communicator several people calling him, offering gifts for him to go to them, but Forever was not stupid, he knew how it worked, and now all he had on his mind was his own survival. He just slowed down his steps when he felt the cold of a snowy biome on his body, at that moment he hated himself for his sense of style and his choice of refusing to wear a shirt 'O que é bonito tem que ser mostrado' (What is beautiful has to be shown), He laughs at himself as a result of the silly joke your mind made as a way of comfort on that situation.

He felt so cold, his paws stepping on soft snow was not one of the best sensations a man could feel, he was not used to this cold, he was used to the heat of Quesadilla Island, felt that his legs would betray him at any moment and let drop him in the snow.

And so it did.

His body needed a rest, his heart was beating fast from the amount he had to run to find a place where he could take a break, Forever believed that his body simply dropping to its knees in the snow was a way of rebelling against his brain for the will of wanting at least a second of rest and his brain obeyed because, even though it was extremely cold at that moment and he knew he should find a warm place, he didn't have the strength to do that so he stayed there.

stayed.

and stayed in the snow.

He missed his own world.

He missed his Brazilian friends.

He missed his sister.

He missed the friends from other countries he made on the island.

He missed the kids.

He missed Phil. (even though he refused to acknowledge this)

He missed Richarlyson.

It had been so long… So long since he had seen his son… his family… his found family. It hurt, it hurt too much, he didn't know when he would return to his original world, nor why he had the curiosity to enter that stupid portal, he didn't know why… because regardless of the world he spawns… he always finds… always find 'him'…

'that stupid b-'

He heard footsteps, which pulled him out of his thoughts and made him lift his head.

'Oh no…

no no…

why… why- WHY.

or… maybe yes?'

The figure in front of her wasn't hard to recognize.

But what will he be like? he thought .

Would he be more like Crowfather?

would be more like the soldier?

or… would he be more like 'yours'?

blond hair, blue eyes…green clothes and beautiful w-… wings? Where are the wings? Does he not have them in this world? but on all the others the wings were there… are they hidden in that purple cape he was wearing?

He lowered his gaze further… canes? He couldn't walk?

'oooh… this world…. this horrible world…'

'What did they do to you?

Why would they do that to you…

Was there no one there to protect you?

I could have protected you…

Why wouldn't anyone be there to protect you…

how could they… let this happen to you.'

But for a second, logic was more powerful than the pity he could feel, 'What did you do to deserve this?' and then he started feeling scared as soon as he saw him going through his own bag, is this the end for him? he already saw 'his own' Philza in battle and he was quite skilled, no, he was extremely skilled, but now imagine this one who is in front of him, who already lives in a world where he is in constant danger of being attacked by someone, could he-

'oh….

there it is, the answer.'

His answer was the soft cloth that was thrown towards him by the elder, a red cape for the cold, 'how can you doubt your belov-... friend… '

"Sorry for throwing that right in your face, but you weren't responding…." a small smile appeared on his face as he spoke, "but your tail was wagging so I guess you're happy to find someone who isn't immediately trying to attack you."

"im Philza." 'yes…i know.'

"I'm called….Forever" 'Cauda idiota… idiota, estupida… sempre me expondo… '(Dumb tail… dumb, stupid… always exposing me)

More footsteps, this time coming from the forest, Forever and Philza turned to the side where the noises were coming, knowing it was probably some idiot.

"Come with me, I'll take you to a safe place where you can rest" Forever nodded in response, getting up and wearing the cloak Phil gave him "Don't worry, you can be sure they know the trouble they'll get into if they think in attacking me or attacking someone who is with me." offered his hand to help him to get up, which Forever gladly accepts.

They were silent the entire time on the way to Philza's base, and Forever took the time to observe him 'era o mesmo em todos os mundos, mas aqui você não tem suas tão preciosas asas…'(you are the same in all worlds, but here you don't have your precious wings).

I wonder what happened.

Philza… 'His Philza', once said, his wings were clipped when he woke up in Quesadilla Island. Philza from the Antarctic Empire still had his wings, but never used it much since they were in a very cold place and a storm could start at any moment. His thoughts guided him to Crowfather, The Philza who lived around several other hybrids, he remembered when he met him he flew whenever he could, Forever does not understand the avians culture, but believes that his wings are the most important thing for them , its symbol of pride, beauty, its story. Remember how Crowfather flew, so skilfully, so happily, a joy he never saw in 'his' Philza, so freely, a freedom he never saw 'his' Philza demonstrate.

But now he saw one, that just didn't had it at all.

The wind pushed Phil's cape away, and there were his wings... well... what's left of them. The joint that made the shape of the wings, with just a few feathers covering it, it looked totally destroyed, clearly Phil couldn't even move them, only a miracle could fix this damage. 'Was it an accident? Was it on purpose? He did this to himself? Was it someone else?'

Phil definitely notices the look Forever was giving his wings.

"Hey, is everything alright mate?" He stops his footsteps, looking at Forever, worried.

"Oh! Oh no, no.... It's just that, that... Your wings" Forever felt embarrassed for a moment, trying to hide in the cape the other man gave, remembering that Philza just met him. From his perspective it was weird, a stranger caring so much for something like that, but at the same time… Philza cared enough about him to take him to his base, so isn't it fair?

"Ow, don't be sad about it man! We barely know each other and you're already feeling sorry for me, hahaha!" The laugh, 'The laugh… even the laugh was the same', How can he laugh about this? his sister Baghera said to him that the avians wings were what make them what they are, their wings are an individual mark of each one, but why did he seem so detached from that part of him? he didn't seem to care, but why wouldn't he care for a special thing such as the symbol of your species?

They arrived. Philza entered, stepping over the fence, which was proof that he was able to walk, but without his wings he just had to find a way balance that he probably lost after his wings got destroyed, and as imagined, he lost the balance (he almost feel) after jumping over the fence. Forever did the same, jumping over the fence right after Philza, and looking around, it was nothing like Forever had imagined, it was a quiet place that oozed comfort, one…two… three houses? there were horses, and lots and lots of dogs, lots of animals in general... but what caught his attention was the rare pink sheep that ran towards Phil as soon as they arrived.

"Hello Rosie~ how was your day?" he petted the sheep who was apparently named Rosie, who responded with a squeal, 'Mée mée, hehe…cute'. The sheep came towards him, sniffing his hand and then running away and walking towards one of the wooden houses.

A creature, an enderman? came out of the white and black house that was set against the mountain, with a… baby zombie piglin? woow this world just surprises him, an enderman with a zombie piglin son… the enderman walked past them and greets Phil, when he looked at Forever (never looking him in the eye, of course he's not dumb.) assumed he was a friend of Philza that he just didn't he remembered if he had ever met before and greeted him too, soon turning his attention back to the piglin and continued on their way.

"Who is they?" Forever asked, trying not to sound too nosy, but who wouldn't be curious?

"They are Ranboo, and Michael, their son, they live with me and my friend, Techno" he quickly explained as if he had to do this all the time. "Ranboo's house was destroyed a while ago, so I invited him to live here to protect him, and it wasn't long ago that Michael moved in with him."

Protective, as usual… all of them were the same, just having a single more worked-up personality trait… Crowfather was more sarcastic and sassy, with a big superiority complex if judged…but he wasn't evil, he just had a god complex, or "queen bee" complex.

The soldier one… that one was terrifying at first sight, he was more serious and tactical, with a more… “military” way but still calm as always, Philza always has this calmer personality… but this one was much colder following orders from above, he probably didn't think too hard when ordered to kill someone.

But they all had something in common, they were all extremely protective of what they loved, 'his' Phil was extremely protective of the kids and was afraid to even leave the house with Tallulah and Chayanne and anyone else he was looking after to do quests.

Crowfather was extremely protective of everyone in that small territory, in that safe place for hybrids they built, he cared about hybrids more than anything else.

That soldier one... was protective of his and his friend's Empire, and spent much of his time guarding the territory, and did everything in his power and sometimes even out of his reach to help his friend complete his goal of conquering. the world.

And this one… looked like 'his' Phil, just protective of everyone around him.

"Wow, you're already trusting me so much to give me all this information? Aren't you afraid I'm some kind of spy or something?" Forever asked, clearly joking, Phil shrugged, probably the answer is no.

Phil guided him to his house and let him in. "Oh shit, I should probably get you some…" Judged the way Forever dressed looking up and down at him. "Best clothes for this biome?" Forever nodded, maybe the 'no shirt in front of Phil' rule could have a break here, or he would freeze…'difficult choice but i don't want to die like this' "Okay! a sec, I'll have to check Techno's stuff if there's something for you, I guess my clothes wouldn't fit since you're-" He paused for a second, searching for the right words "bigger than me?" he chuckled and headed for the door.

Forever was alone in the house now, and he took advantage of the little time he would have there to observe the surroundings, 'comfy place', fireplace to keep warm, two chairs in front of the fireplace, several chests which he held so as not to look at what was inside (and judge his wealth), flowers… and kinda weird pictures on the walls… probably of friends, that little place had such a nice feeling, the same feeling you would feel in 'Phil's' house, everything was so familiar, it was such a quiet and safe place, Forever thought Philza's house would be extravagant and big, full of luxurious furniture and shiny things, like in the Antarctic empire, instead of that, he was welcomed with a small wooden house in the middle of the snow, a house so simple but probably full of feeling and history…

"I'm back! I'm back… sorry for the delay" he entered the door, with clothes in his hands already giving it to Forever "Techno is a hybrid too, you won't need to worry about the comfort, you can go up to my room get changed while I make something to feed ourselves" Carefully Philza shows directions for Forever to go up to the bedroom and so he goes up the wooden stairs and he start to analyze the clothes Phil brought to him, two sweaters, probably for layers and a pair of sweatpants for hybrids, very simple, very comfortable and probably carefully chosen.

Forever quickly dressed, and tied his hair into a hairbun, the clothes fit but were still a little bigger than his usual size, so they were slightly baggy. With the help of his hybrid side, he smelled the snack that Philza was making downstairs, like in childhood when he spent time at his grandmother's house, and she would kindly make small snacks during the late afternoon, he didn't know the reason why would he compares Phil to a grandma but he's kinda old so it makes sense but we don't talk about it much. He quickly went downstairs trying not to make too much noise and disturb Philza while he was doing his thing. He saw that Philza had arranged two chairs in front of the fireplace but decided to stay put and wait for some sign from the Avian. Philza look at him from the corner of his eye.

"You can sit down, don't be shy" Forever could see the sweet smile that appeared on Philza's face, so he sat down on one of the chairs and you already felt the heat of the fireplace reaching his body.

"Sorry, I just don't want to bother you" He pressed his hands against his lap, he couldn't deny it, he was still feeling a little shy.

''Don't worry, your company has been pleasant" Philza turned and revealed what he was working on. With two mugs of hot chocolate in hand, he approached Forever, offering him one. "Techno is hibernating at the moment, Ranboo is always exploring or mining, and my son... doesn't visit much. It's nice to have someone to talk to who isn't a baby zombie piglin."

Forever kindly smiled, taking the mug Philza offered him. The blue-eyed one turned his attention to the counter, picking up a plate… a plate of cookies! and approached Forever again, offering one, who tastefully thanked with his head and took one of the snacks and put his mouth close to taste " You are so kind Philza~, You protected me from the cold, You gave me warm clothes and you are feeding me , you're like my Sugar Daddy- " Damn… he couldn't stop his words in time, how could he be so stupid? he should learn to control his jokes, what would Philza think now? he probably made him extremely uncomfortable! he was preparing to urgently apologize for the bad joke, but he was surprised.

Philza was laughing, laughing at his joke, he was laughing too hard.

"Oh god… Hahaha! You really…?" Philza dropped the plate on the counter again and pressed his hands against his stomach while laughing "Did you really call me 'Sugar daddy'? Hahahaha! I admire your bravery, isn't everyone who has the courage to call an angel of death 'Sugar Daddy''" Philza calmed down from the laughter, sitting in the chair next to Forever "I really liked you… you are very funny, You can stay here as long as you need, no worries" Philza rested his elbow on the arm of the chair , and rested his head on his hand, looking directly into Forever's scarlet eyes, which made Forever blush.

"Are you sure? I think you'd regret it as soon as I start to get comfortable…" Forever looked away, trying to hide the redness of his face, looked to a corner that suddenly became interested for a few seconds and then turned his gaze to the man next to him, right by his side, who was taking a sip of his drink, Phil nodded, confirming his proposal.

Forever felt a bond growing, and this time, he wasn't going to screw it up, this time he was going to do it right.

#qsmp #qsmp philza #qsmp fanart #qsmp forever #caramelduo #sugarduo #philever #dreamsmp #dream smp #dsmp philza #dreamsmp philza #dsmp #qsmp fanfiction #qsmp writing #im so normal about them

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 9 months

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hey bbg 😽

so i was reading a fic for an entirely different character but i think itd be absolutely adorable for my husb- i mean OUR husband Quill

Maybe reader is like stressed (over smthn i have no idea) and the guardians tried to cheer em up but nothing worked so they brought the big guns: peter. jason. quill.

and he tries to cheer reader up with lil jokes and just the stuff he knows makes reader smile hshsjshjss all the fluff bbg 🛐

hope you can get to this soon! have a great week/end 🫶

-🪐

hii bbg!! angelface, I love it, I love it all. and im glad you corrected yourself, ‘our’, yeah you’re right😏 jk jk, when I talk to you, he’s yours, but here he’s ours🤭 thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

surprise visitor

Peter Quill x f!reader

— word count: 559

— warnings: none, just fluff

₊✧ masterlist + taglist

Whenever you felt stressed, it often accompanied other emotions you were unsure of. You found it difficult to cope and manage the stress, and ultimately it would lead to you shutting down. You didn't like others to know how you felt, so you preferred to keep up the facade and pretend. Lately, you've been feeling more stressed than usual, and it was starting to get you down. It made you feel silly for getting so worked up over nothing.

The other guardians could tell something was bothering you, more specifically, Nebula. She was often highly observant of everyone around her and would notice the slightest change in others. So she pulled Mantis aside to plan ways to help and comfort you.

Although the gesture was sweet and heartwarming, it wasn't what you needed. It wasn't what you wanted. What you wanted was Quill, but he wasn't here. He was away on a planet restoration mission with Rocket and Groot, so there was no way of seeing him right now, or so you thought. Once Mantis touched your arm, she could feel what you felt, understand you- even though you couldn't identify it yourself. She could feel how much you missed Peter, so she wanted to give you the one thing that would help, the only person that could soothe and calm you, Quill.

"I heard someone's missin' me," Pete bellows, a playful expression on his face as he enters the ship. "Someone's missin' me real bad," he smirks, pacing towards you.

"Hi," you earnestly smile, instantly wrapping him up in a tight hug.

"Hi, honey," he says quietly, his lips brushing against your forehead as he strokes your back with his easing palms.

"I missed you," you muffled into the crook of his neck.

"I missed you," he softly sighs, pulling away to look at you. "Mant told me," he sadly smiles, looking into your eyes. "Not feelin' too good, huh?"

You slowly shake your head, avoiding his soft green gaze.

"I'm sorry, hon," he frowns, leaning in to kiss the tip of your nose. "That's okay. You don't have to be okay all the time— well, it's not okay, but not not okay— you know what I mean," he chuckles, clearing his flustered haze. "You get what I'm tryna say," he grins, wrapping his big warm arms around you.

"I know," you softly laugh into his chest, hugging him tighter as if you were afraid he'll slip through your fingers.

"You know I'm not going anywhere— you're gonna end up popping my lungs," Peter chuckles, brushing slow, comforting strokes over your back.

"Sorry," you giggle, muffling against him before you pull away. It was the first time you really laughed since he left, and it all felt right. Felt like how it was supposed to. "When do you go back?" you ask, questioning the inevitable.

"I'm not— well, until you're feelin' better," he says, kissing your cheek. "Drax is taking my place," he adds, noticing your puzzled expression.

"What if I never feel better?" you smile, speaking playfully.

"Then I guess I'll have to stay forever," he grins, slipping his hand into yours, leading you to the back of the ship.

"Where we going?" you ask, catching up with his long strides.

"Secret," he looks over his shoulder, a boyish grin lining his lips. "No, no, just kiddin'. Goin' up top to look at the stars and cuddle."

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quill taglist: @annielr @spacetalbot @bubblezuku@idontknowwhattohaveasmyuser @queerponcho @selfryed @traiitorjoe

#🪐#i want a hug from quill so bad omg #peter quill #peter quill x reader #peter quill x you #peter quill x fem!reader #peter quill imagine #peter quill fluff #peter quill fanfic #peter quill comfort #peter quill x female reader #starlord x you #star lord #starlord x reader #gotg

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aroseformyself · 10 months

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Request:

MC meets Rook for the first time and the two just click, Rook even calls them his soulmate. As charged and romantic as their first meeting was MC requests that they take things slow and get to know one another rather than jumping into a relationship. Rook agrees to their terms and the two part for their respective dorms.

Unfortunately the two are left with a little problem: unbridled horniness. The cold shower isn't doing Rook any favors and he ends up moaning MC's name in the pillow, humping the mattress desperate to get himself off. Poor MC is in a similar predicament and is thankful that they were the sole human resident of Ramshackle. (AFAB reader please)

im a slave 4 you

rook steps into his cold shower, his breath hitching as the cold water envelops his entire body.

his tense shoulders slowly relaxing unfer the pressure of the water hitting his back.

his closed eyes shutting tightly as he imagines. he only had the chance to meet you once. but something about you was addicting.

perhaps the way you would push your hair back to keep it from falling in front of your eyes as you look at something. or the way you feel compelled to nod along as someones talking, it’s so adorable. you really think you look interested?

rook can tell, it’s all one big phony attitude. he could watch you moaning into your pillow forever. but alas, you made a request.

you shift under his gaze, his almost-robotic smile throwing you off. your hands tighten around his mouth, keeping him from coming any closer. you can feel his grip falter for a second on your body. his tilted head signals he’s confused.

you clicked so perfectly at the start, he was way to confused as to why you would block his kiss. he promised it would be nothing else.

even if it meant he would have to go home and jack off, just for you since it made you so uncomfortable.

you shake your head, your face heating up, “uhm i mean i want to take it slow.” ohhh~ how adorable of you. you want to take things slow with him? even though he wanted to go faster than you, relationships are all about compromises to fit both persons needs.

if you wish, things can be taken slow. rook is in no rush to get to fourth base in such a hurry. however…

it would help his new predicament.

rook hunt. the person not faltered by anything, has crumbled behind the walls of his room.

desperately rubbing himself upon his pillow while wearing an oversized shirt you barely wore.

he convinced himself you wouldnt miss it if he took it, you’ve never mentioned liking it or anything like that. and besides what kind of favorite shirt is thrown into a pile at the back of your closet?

he fastens his thrusts and chases his high, moving the shirt down and cumming all over it.

rook sighs as he pants, calming himself down, off to clean off his seed with a towel. the shower won’t do him any good anyways.

rook could have never imagined—

—that you were just as bad as him.

you lie on your bed, moving your fingers in and out as quick as you can while shoving your face into your pillow and imagining it’s rook.

you think of him, his arms that weren’t particulsrly muscular but strong nontheless. the same that hugged you tightly, while his warm lips kissed your face all over and left kiss marks on your face. the same that you felt even after he stopped, a faint warmth in the areas he kissed. his lip gloss leaving sparkles on your face. you couldn’t help but smile dumbly as he did so.

you feel a band in your lower stomach form, and as the time passes it tighten, finally snapping as your eyes tears up.

“r-rook..” you mumble, your fluids coat your own fingers and you pant, face in your pillow as you attempt to sit up.

your let out a breathy sigh, thinking about how rook would go about this.

you bring your covered fingers up to your face, “he’s a freak so he would probably lick it off?” you question to yourself.

you bring your finger to your mouth before coutning to three, taking your fingers into your mouth.

your face scrunches up, you’ve never thought to do this before, “sour.” you say, but drink all of it.

you lay your head back down.

you could have never imagined, you were just as bad as him.

#aroseformyself #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland smut #rook hunt x reader #twst rook #rook smut #smut

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the-book-gnome · 1 year

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can you write sm with azriel and a tired either rlly subby reader or little reader? like anything im begging 🙏

But I’m Tired

Word Count: 1.3k

Pairings: Azriel x f!reader

Warnings: smut, sleepy sex, p in v, Azriel being desperate, oral(f!reciving) multiple orgasms, soft sex, unprotected sex (love, princess)

18+ only ! minors do not interact !

You felt so warm, something was rubbing your cheek but you were far too tired to open your eyes. You snuggled closer to whatever was touching you, it smelt wonderful as well. Soft lips pressed against your forehead, they trailed down to your neck, soft and simple. You let out a small whimper when you finally heard his voice. “Wake up sweetheart,” It was so gentle and quiet, it felt like a dream. “You don't want to get in trouble now do you?”

Your eyes shot open at the threat, you hated when you upset him. It confused you when darkness flooded your sight, when you reached out to see if his wing was blocking the light you were met with nothing, it must be night still. “When did you get back?” You could only mumble the words, your eyes felt so heavy all you wanted to do was go back to sleep.

“I need you to stay up for me, I've missed you so fucking much,” Azriel's lips were on your neck again, gently sucking on the sensitive spots. The sensation made you feel aroused, and a wet patch started to form between your legs. He slowly moved you onto your back, there was a prominent frown on your face as he settled in between your legs. You made a sound of protest when he went to take your nightgown off, “Shh shh, I'll be gentle and slow I promise,” Azriel's hands moved up to your face, cupping it. He left a few kisses on your cheeks and nose before continuing his ministrations. You tucked your body in as the cool air caresses your skin, small goosebumps raised as you grew colder, Azriel noticed this and untucked his wings enough so they blocked any warmth escaping from your bodies. His hands roamed up your thighs, pulling at the lacy underwear you had put on earlier, you squeezed your legs together as he pulled them off. You were too tired for this and it was so late in the night. “None of that princess, spread your thighs for me.” His tone was serious but all you did in response was whine.

“But I'm tired, can't we do this later?” Ariel smiled at you, you looked so tiny like this, all curled up. His thumbs circled your pebbled nipples. He watched as you wiggled beneath him. Az was unbelievably desperate to have your tight little pussy wrapped around his cock, it had been days since he last had you like this. He did feel bad for waking you up from such a peaceful rest but he needed you whimpering and moaning as he fucked you.

“I know love, but I need you to behave tonight okay? I really fucking need you right now.” The desperation in his voice made your heart flutter. Even though the two of you are mates, he is rarely this vulnerable with you. Listening to his plea you spread open your legs. You heard him groan at the sight you gave him. Peaking your eyes open you found him staring right back at you, “So beautiful,” His words made you flush.

Azriel brought his lips down to yours for a desperate kiss. As he moved down your body he propped your legs on his shoulders so his face was right in front of your aching core. He groaned at the scent, his tongue begging for a taste of you. With one last glance up to your face he decided to only give you what you need and nothing more, as much as he loved to overstimulate you with his mouth he didn't want to wake you up fully.

You whimpered as Azriel laid his tongue flat against your soaking cunt, the vibration of his groans only made it more pleasurable. Your weak hands fisted the sheets under you, legs twitching against his wings. Az continued to lick you, his tongue would circle your puffy clit and then move down to your entrance. He enjoyed teasing you, dipping his tongue in only to remove it a moment later. More quiet moans tumbled from your lips, your hips were gently rocking into his face, chasing your high. You couldn’t manage much more than that, the weight of your body felt like a thousand pounds.

Azriel didn’t seem to mind that, if anything he was encouraging it by holding your ass up so it was easier for you to move. His nails dug into your skin as your calf rubbed against his wing again, the pleasure shooting straight down to his cock. Gods he needed to be inside of you. He sped up his pace, his tongue rapidly licking you. When he felt your tight hole clench around his tongue he knew you were about to finish. Az wrapped his mouth around your clit sucking hard. You came a second later, squeezing your eyes shut as that white-hot pleasure flooded your body. Whines and whimpers escaped from your soft lips.

It took a few minutes before you came down from your high, Azriel had moved back on top of you, his fingers playing with a loose strand of your hair. “Sleep?” You whispered, you could feel the darkness taking over. The orgasm Az just gave you only made you more tired.

“Soon,” Azriel kissed your cheek, his hand moving down to his cock, lining it up with your entrance. His other arm rested by your head holding himself up. Your brows furrowed as he pushed inside of you, true to his word he was going slow, he made sure not to hurt you as he started fucking you. You grabbed onto his hand, your eyes fluttering open as he squeezed yours. He looked like a god from this angle. His eyes filled with lust and his wings spread out above you. You could feel his shadows tracing little intricate shapes on your skin. A satisfied sigh left your lips once he was fully inside of you, you watched as Azriel closed his eyes, composing himself. His wings twitched when you clenched around him. A silent plea to start moving.

Your eyes slowly closed as he started pumping inside of you. His thrusts were slow but deep. All you could feel was him, all you could smell was him. Your mouth parted as he brushed against that sensitive spot. He continued to do so, causing you to get closer to your orgasm much faster than usual. He was doing it on purpose. He needed you to come before him and by the way, your tight little cunt was clenching onto him he knew he wouldn’t last long.

“Az,” your breathy moans only spurred him on more, he released your hand and brought it down between your legs. Your hips bucked as his thumb circled your clit. The amount of pleasure you were receiving felt euphoric. Azriel’s pace sped up slightly, he was getting lost in the pleasure and as much as he wanted to keep it slow for you it felt impossible.

You could feel your orgasm approaching, it’ll only take a few more thrusts before you're creaming around his thick cock. Your cunt clenched around Azriel as you came for the second time that night, the pleasure made you dizzy and breathless. Azriel came a few seconds later. Lodging himself so deep inside you, you could feel it in your throat.

He left a few open-mouthed kisses against the hollow of your throat. Once he caught his breath he pulled out of you, and you whined at the loss of his cock. Azriel laid down next to you, pulling the covers back over your bodies. He pulled you into his chest and wrapped a wing around you. “Thank you, my love.” When he looked down he found you had already passed out. That brought a small smile to his lips, you looked so peaceful like this.

#reader smut #acotar #acotar x reader #azriel #azriel shadowsinger #azriels shadows #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel wings #anons<3

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weretheones · 11 months

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All You Got | Part 10

Part 10: A Reminder

Plot: Daryl Dixon hadn’t known much beyond anger and loneliness his whole life, until he found family at the end of the world. Everything he grew to care about was ripped away the day the prison fell; so when he recognized you, an enforcer of his loss, hiding in that cabin, he almost pulled the trigger. But after you end up saving his life, he couldn’t find the indifference to leave you for dead, even if you’d been on the Governor’s side. (Mid-Late Season 4)

Series Masterlist | AO3 Version

Paring: Eventual Daryl Dixon x Reader Word Count: 3.2k Warnings: typical twd content. mentions of death. mentions of prepping game? A/N: hi hi. another late post. very late. im sorry! life has been so distracting lately and without getting to much into it, I felt like I needed a break from writing to fix my relationship with it (to be healthier, yay). feeling better now <3 hope ur all doing well mwah.

Dawn's slow wake was infectious. Early light stretched through the backseat windows, and the moment it warmed the tips of your fingers flattened across the smooth pleather your muscles began to stir.

Morning?

Your heavy hand, also half asleep, rubbed your eyes until you could make out Daryl’s figure. He sat in the same spot as you’d left him last night, as if time hadn’t moved since.

“Daryl?”

Your voice was groggy. A slow call into the air that, other than the muffled birdsong, was mute. That numb hand, now tingling with every move of your fingers, raised just above his shoulder. In the rearview mirror, you caught his swollen eyes flickering up and down, from your puffy morning face to that hand, outreached and hovering behind him.

Hesitation won; you pulled back, letting your touch fall on the smooth seat beside you, instead. When you tried to meet his eyes in the mirror once more, they’d fallen.

“You didn’t wake me up."

His eyes didn’t lift, but he nodded— a heavy, slow nod. The rest of him moved with that same lethargic pace. He grabbed his crossbow from the driver’s seat and let his hand rest on the door handle for a breath. An inch, he turned back, just barely that you could see the tip of his nose breakthrough that curtain of dark bangs. Not enough to meet your eye straight on.

“I’ll be back soon.”

His voice was like sandpaper. Rough and dry, those few words scratched away the confusion you woke up with until it exposed a familiar ache of guilt, simmering underneath. But it was distant this time. Diluted. Not like the boiling hot burn you were used to— no. It wasn’t your guilt lingering.

It seemed that tie to Daryl, wrapped around your heart, hadn’t loosened much since the fight.

A few things had changed since then, though. Most notable was that empty feeling in your gut. Hunger. You got out of the car a few minutes later, only glancing at the patch of woods Daryl had walked into before you opened the trunk and grabbed a granola bar. It wasn’t much, but it would soothe that hollow spot.

The sleep calmed you, too. That stinging pain from the memory of Daryl’s sharp words had dulled. Sympathy always had a habit of taking root after the fact, and it was certainly nurtured by the look of regret he was practically drowning in this morning. If you couldn't already feel it, his little quirks, seemingly suffocated out by his timid remorse, told you enough. As the days passed on, and you saw the raw bits of his time and time again, he became less obscure; with him, it was the little things, like the way he chewed his thumb when he was thinking, or how he let his eyes linger far longer than he did his words.

But he could barely look at you now.

In fact, you couldn't recall him looking at you since standing on that side of the road last night. And that realization was colder than the morning breeze rushing through your hair. Daryl had always kept his eye on you, whether it had been to assess you in the beginning or, as the days slipped into weeks, to make sure you were okay; it didn’t matter much if it was the guilt shifting his gaze away from you, it still made your heart ache.

You sucked in a deep breath, holding that crisp air in your lungs for a second too long. It helped a bit. There was a lot you wanted to say, even if the night’s rest had calmed that fire inside of you. There was a lot you wanted to fix, more accurately. But Daryl wasn’t here, and he wouldn’t be here for however long 'soon' proved to be.

The hood of the car was cool underneath you. You sat on top, leaning against the windshield. He said he’d be back, and you didn’t doubt that— if he wanted to leave, he certainly wouldn’t leave a bag of food, an extra flannel, and other supplies behind. Not when the nights were growing longer and the air sharper. No, if he wanted to sneak off, he should have done it before sunrise. While you were unconscious. If there was any hope for a clean break at this bruised, but ironically loyal point in your alliance, that would be it.

Fortunately for you, Daryl didn’t seem the type for messy goodbyes.

The sun inched closer to its peak.

An hour passed like that. You on the hood of that car, with nothing but that random magazine you found under the driver's seat and the chirping birds to keep you company. The same hood Daryl had worked under just a day ago— it felt longer.

The trees rustled and your head snapped up. Fingers wrapped around the handle of your knife as you steadied your breaths, waiting for something to emerge.

As you hoped so, Daryl did.

Whatever had peeled him out of the car so early hadn’t proved troublesome; his long-sleeved flannel was clean of dirt and blood. The morning light rippled through red and yellow leaves, drifting down to his long, brown hair. It was damp, darker strands sticking together to frame his sharp cheekbones, shadowed by the early morning light and his rough scruff. The second he broke through the tree line, those hooded eyes were finally caught on you. You still sat on the hood, taking in a deep breath as the tension lifted off your chest.

“Hey,” you offered.

He was standing awkwardly a few feet away, but he managed to give a soft nod of acknowledgement back.

A string of three squirrels hung from his weaker shoulder, his heavy bow strapped around the other. Uneasy fingers traced along the woven string as each of you seemed to wait for the other to say something first.

Neither of you did.

You— well, you had never been good with awkward tension. Daryl didn't seem so well-versed, either. He stood there a few seconds too long, unsubtly rocking his weight from one foot to the other before his eyes finally shifted off your unsure expression.

"You, uh, you were hunting?"

It was only then the silence broke. Although, from the sound of your messy speech, the awkward silence might've been easier to bare.

"Mhm," he hummed. It was lower than usual. Thickened from a lack of sleep. "Thought we could save some'a those cans."

"Y— Yeah. Good idea."

The silence slipped back in. It was maybe even worse than before that small back and forth that felt more forced than anything else. As if it'd just put a glaring spotlight on that discomfort between you.

Thankfully, Daryl finally looked for distraction in something other than that stiff expression you had.

The car’s door creaked open and he reached down to the foot of the passenger’s seat, where he’d left his backpack. You slid off the hood. If he’d glanced back at you then, he would have seen the subtle distress begin to mark your features. He’d always been a bit on the quiet side, a man of few words, but there was something about this type of quietness— the type that invaded even his actions— that picked at your heart. It was attentive. Apprehensive to make any move. It reminded you of the cabin, that morning after you patched up his shoulder. After you came back shaking and numb from the sight of a familiar body torn to shreds.

As you lingered by the side of the car, he finally pulled something out. And then his eyes met yours. You managed not to feel that usual warmth at your cheeks when he caught you watching him— which was often. Though there hadn’t been much warmth this morning, anyway. Not in the brisk air or the sweater you wrapped around yourself. Not even between you and Daryl, which felt the coldest until he held the familiar fabric— his poncho— toward you.

“’S cold.”

Your eyes flickered between it and him, but you didn’t hesitate to accept.

“A bit,” you mumbled.

Overtop your sweater, the poncho was heavy. But the woven fabric was warm, too; a layer that settled across your torso, growing thicker with every breath.

His hand went back to the string, positioning it higher on his shoulder. He nodded toward the trees. “You, uh, ya wanna go for a walk?”

That piqued your attention. You glanced up at him, softly biting his lip, and took a second to realize he’d truly asked what you just thought he did. It was fittingly awkward, the way you stuttered out your agreement, but Daryl didn’t seem much bothered by it. Maybe he was used to your hesitations. Maybe he was just distracted by his own.

You ventured into the woods. Sticks broke under your steps, and oddly, his too. There was a thought to ask him where he was leading you, sans car and backpacks, but the silence had finally grown comfortable for the first time in hours. You didn’t want to break that, also.

The trees were sparse. A crisp breeze snuck through the gaps of bare branches, rustling the dry leaves that scattered the path. Daryl seemed to have a destination in mind, following a set trail laid out in nothing but his memory. Thankfully, he had a good one.

“Finishin’ what y’all started?”

A bit too good, at times.

It wasn’t much longer until Daryl’s pace slowed. At that point, the air became sharper. Fresher. The leaves rustled, caught in a shifting breeze that brushed your ankles. That familiar twinge of damp earth and moss filled your lungs, and you could hear the rushing river before you even broke the tree line.

The water was painted the same bright blue as the sky, with threads of silver passing through. It was beautiful. Gushing overtop dark, flat rocks and sparkling under the sun’s direct beam. The forest circled the bank, free sunlight dabbling the soft moss and drying the rocks that narrowly escaped the stream’s path. You stepped forward, careful to avoid the last of the summer’s flowers underfoot. Even under your blood-stained shoes, you could feel the damp ground cushion your weight. It was soft. Relaxing.

“I found it while huntin’,” Daryl said.

“It's beautiful.”

He had a ghost of a smile. Something small and shy. It seemed considerable, coming from a man like him.

“Ya hungry?”

You nodded.

Daryl was quick at work to set up a small fire beside the short waterfall's bank. He began to prep the squirrel, too, but his movements slowed down as instruction seemed to creep in. His eyes caught the curiosity lingering in your own, and his hands reduced to a pace that must’ve been borderline tedious for a hunter as experienced as him. The soft sounds of the forest were a peaceful backdrop to his few sentences: how to skin the animal properly, what parts to remove, and which were the best to eat. Stuff like that. Stuff that you knew a bit about, here and there, from living on the road the last few months. But Daryl knew a lot more than you— or anyone else you’d known since the fall— ever did.

You followed along as best as you could. This time there was no overt distraction of tanned skin or grease-coated fingers. Just the flutter of the wind tickling his bangs and making the small fire flicker, which was captivating in a different way. Softer. You could still hear the rumble of his voice, still thick with fatigue.

The squirrel’s blood ran stark red— like Daryl’s had in the cabin— but soon enough the smell of cooking meat filled your nostrils and those bitter moments drifted away with the breeze. He passed you a leg as yours started to itch. That scab at your thigh was crumbling away, now. Just as the one on his shoulder was forming.

The meat was hot. Bland, but you’d had worse before. Daryl was well practiced at cooking over a campfire, and juices ran down your chin at the third bite. After a few more, the meal was done and the bones landed in the short flames.

Despite the fire, it was still cold. The air had that sharp, damp bite to it, and it carried a chill this close to the running waters. You buried yourself deeper into Daryl’s poncho and tried to listen to the noise. The soft coo of animals starting their day. But it was hard to ignore that burning look directed at the side of your face; Daryl was staring at you. The soft curves and edges of your side profile, stark against the moody forest behind. Even if his eyes fidgeted, and he tried to pay attention to the tall trees and soft waterfall instead, he found himself drawn back to you, over and over.

He told himself it was the guilt.

“‘M sorry,” he said abruptly as if to alleviate it. Even if he hadn’t merely mumbled it, it wouldn’t really work. He already knew that.

But on the other side of the rock, sitting closest to the river’s bank and watching him over your shoulder, you thought his nerves made the apology feel all the more genuine. Although in the time you’d known him, Daryl didn’t have much problem with sincerity. Vulnerability, sure. But even his most awkward, stiff moments of comfort had been soaked in devoted honesty and care.

“I know,” you sighed, then turned to face him properly. “After everything that’s happened… I get why you snapped.”

He cleared his throat, but his words still came out rough, “Nah. I was a dick.” He looked down. “N’ ya don’t deserve tha’.”

You paused, a bit shocked by his instance of wrongdoing. It was only then that the feeling of guilt in your gut solidified, right as you realized just how deep his remorse ran, past the strange insomnia and wandering hunts.

“Oh." You blinked softly. “Thank you.”

It was quiet again. A look between the pair of you, carefully held from his soft eyes to your delicate expression. You weren’t sure what you were waiting for now, all you knew was that look he had about him was enticing.

The overwhelming burden of that heavy tension lifted, and the only remnants could be seen in Daryl’s stiff shoulders. Something was still there, trapped deep in that big chest of his. You didn’t pry. A part of you already knew he was working up to it. He just needed patience.

A few seconds later, it finally came.

“I dunno if ‘m ever gonna forget wha’ ya did.”

Daryl’s admission caught you off guard. But, it was fitting. His apology, his anger, his pain— it all led back to the prison, and that aching, undeniable fact that it was you on the other side of the fence.

“I never asked you to,” you replied, your eyes falling to your fiddling fingers. “I know I won’t.”

He cleared his throat. “I wanted to. Would’a been easier.”

“What? Being my friend?”

Daryl’s eyes were soft again, but something new laced that pretty blue, too. They flickered between your parted lips and expectant eyes.

“Yeah,” he rasped.

“You saved me. And more than that, you took care of me and...” You shook your head and took another breath. It was a surprisingly difficult admission— to explicitly acknowledge the immense gratitude you had for him. For his heart; the generosity and compassion it held, even after he'd lost so much. “You did all that knowing what I’d done.”

He was quiet, waiting for you to continue.

“I still don’t know why you did.”

If he had an answer, he didn’t give it. You looked down again.

“But that's why I could trust you. You gave me a chance.”

A chance. That was asking a lot these days.

He shrugged. “I couldn’t jus’ leave ya there.”

“You could’ve. It's like you said— a lot of people would have.” A bittersweet smile curled your lips. “Even after we got even, you never had to stay.”

Memories of that first night, waking up half confused, half terrified, snuck in. Daryl had been so adamant about helping you once— only once. That was it. And yet, here he was, still all you got left in this world.

“I thought ‘bout it a lot.”

“Leaving?”

He couldn’t say it, so he nodded instead.

“Why didn’t you?”

“Jus’ never felt right.”

You swallowed, then offered a timid smile. “Well, I’m glad you didn’t leave.”

“Me too.”

The stare held between the two of you dug deeper as the seconds passed by, a steady slip from heartfelt reconciliation into delicate suspense.

Daryl cleared his throat.

“Ya really think they’re still out there?”

He was still staring out to the water ahead when you turned his way. His bottom lip was slightly pinched under his teeth, chest rising in even but deep breaths. He afforded you that same patience as you did him, waiting for you to answer.

“I think so.”

“Why?”

“It can’t all be bad.”

That drew his attention. You could almost see him bite back the bitter comment at the tip of his tongue. A knee-jerk reaction that he was smart enough to hold back.

"I know it feels like it is." You swallowed the small lump in your throat and hoped you didn't sound patronizing. And maybe you did a little, but you remembered the hopelessness after losing your brother. And you remembered needing something— anything— to hold on to again. “But there is good out there.”

His eyes flickered across your face, even glancing down to that poncho of his, wrapped around your torso, before finding a warm home in that sweet look you had.

“Yeah,” he sighed. “Maybe ya jus' gotta remind me sometimes.”

Your cheeks were warm, and that gentle smile you had quickly turned bashful.

“You already know,” you retorted.

He raised an eyebrow.

“If you didn’t, I’d be a corpse rotting outside that cabin.”

He blinked, attention faltering a second until he was locking eyes with you once again, only now with a soft curl to his lips. That tender look in those pretty blues just about made your head spin; something shaved away his rough edges, shaping a soft, caring man under that burly surface.

If you had been worried about that spark of a crush being stomped out, the new bloom of warmth in your chest quickly reaffirmed it.

“I don’t know if we’re ever gonna find them, but we might as well hope.”

Daryl's stare was filled with an attentiveness that almost made you blush. The fight felt like distant history when he looked at you like that.

“It's not like we have much else to do.”

“Guess not,” he agreed.

And then that silence slipped back in, but there was a newfound comfort to it, even softer than it’d been before the fight. The air between you seemed to warm and heavy tension drifted away. In its place, a whisper of compassion and intimacy settled, instead.

That feeling lingered far longer than the silence did.

-> part 11

A/N: awww reconciliation<3 I hope this was a satisfying one, it was (again) challenging to write lol. still not sure if I loveeee it, but I think its sweet.

if you’re reading this, thank you! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. please feel free to leave feedback, it helps so much and I love to read it. have a lovely day <3

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we-are-maladaptive · 1 year

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Hey! I was wondering if you could do a nsfw fic for Tokoyami? He's my favorite character and he's lacking in content, especially nsfw. So I was hoping to get something like super soft and slow with him? I hc that he likes wax play so if you could also do something like that that'd be great, your work is great I'm currently binge reading some of them before bed lol

you do NOT have to tell me twice! also ty im very flattered you like my work -///- REQUESTS ARE OPEN.Feel free to send me an ask and I’ll write it for you! Remeber to check the rules first.

Fumikage Tokoyami x Reader

contents: nsfw, waxplay, tooth rotting romantic stuff

“A daisy blooming in a desert is worth more than a rose blooming in a rainforest." That was a good way to describe Tokoyami. Throughout highschool he stuck to himself, watching his classmates socialize with each other, laughing when they could be kids, and fighting when they had to be heroes, just finding themselves, blooming. Tokoyami preferred to stay to himself mostly, he’d talk with his classmates back when they were in highschool together, as he too wanted to be a hero, but unlike his classmates, there was something missing. A problem inside him that needed to be solved, a longing for something, but he didn’t know what he was longing for. Whether it be Bakugo calming his temperament, Todoroki helping to heal his broken family, or Midoriya, which I can’t even begin to explain. All of them had identified their own issues, and were fixing each one so that they could prosper. So from afar, he watched his classmates solve their own problems, while he hopelessly was trying to solve his own, trying to bloom. It’s not like Tokoyami was some type of loser or anything, he’d landed himself a high position in #2 Pro Hero Hawks’ headquarters. Sometimes he’d even cover for the winged hero when Hawks was too weak to patrol normally, as he’d never been the same since the incident about 7 years ago.

Tokoyami didn’t really appreciate the sun, as it got in the way of his job. At least he didn’t sweat as much, the black cloak of his trapping in the heat. The day seemed normal enough, civilians pacing around, some of them being familiar faces. The only thing he couldn’t be pouty about though, was the atmosphere. Summer was approaching, and what could go wrong with summer? Festivals, boardwalks, parties, everyone was free for a few months. Not him though, since he was past school and still had to work. To be frank, I think he hated summer. The everlasting sun doing nothing to help his profession. However, the sight of people skipping around and smiling, anticipating what this year’s summer has in store for them, was nice. A particular laugh however, was delightful to listen to. It sounded like music to his ears, light and genuine, a far contrast to the darkness that always clouded up his mind, practically piercing into his head. So he decided to cock his head at the person who had made such a beautiful sound, that was when he saw you. Laughing at the cat who had fallen off the table at the cafe you were currently at. The poor kitty had tried to get a bite out of the cheesecake you were eating, and was not very successful. The sun was shining directly at you, giving a glitter to your eyes and lighting up your skin, making it shine.

He was grateful that the sun existed now, and he was grateful that he had found his problem.

Even though the sun shines on your skin whenever you two are together, he still prefers the nighttime, especially for this reason; intimacy.

He liked the expressions that you make, a little too much actually. Whether it be the little glitter in your eyes whenever he gives you something, or the little wobble in your bottom lip whenever you’re about to cry. Currently, he likes when the calm expression on your face starts to falter whenever you feel more wax drip down from your ribs, all the way down to your lower stomach. It was warm, very warm, and it tickled too. Too bad you weren’t really in a position to squirm, with your wrists being tied to the headboard.

It went on like that for a while, until he wanted to see more of you, how many expressions he could pull from your pretty face. So that’s exactly what he got.

He took in and savored everything he could get from you. The way your eyes softened when he curled his fingers right into the soft spot deep inside you. The sound of your voice, pleading with him to just let you cum, how could he refuse?

I think the thing he cherished the most though, was your souls intertwining with each other as he slowly thrusted into you. Nothing had to be done quick or rough, he had time. Your hands freed so you could pull his head down to kiss you, and your legs wrapped around his waist. If you had any focus before, it was gone. Everything is now a flurry of pleasure and emotion, for him too. However Tokoyami could feel something else, the thorns wrapped so tightly around his heart have been torn down, letting whatever was inside finally have enough room to grow. In his heart was a daisy, blooming in the desert, he was finally blooming.

Holding you close in the night when it was all over, watching the moon shine over you both in its divinity.

The sun was nice, yes, but he still liked the night better, nothing could be better than this.

#fumikage tokoyami #tokoyami x reader #tokoyami smut #mha #bnha #mha smut #bnha smut #mha x reader #bnha x reader #fumikage smut #fumikage x reader

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certifiedlovergirlsstuff · 1 year

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trouble follows

pairing: Jake Sully x Human!Reader

WC: 1K

warnings: cussing, quick mentions of death(basically nothing)

A/N: this is my first Jake Sully/avatar work. so it’s all over the place and doesn’t make the most sense. but i would definitely like to write for this world more (a new hyper-fixation) so if i do, bare with me since its a bit more complex than what im doing with stranger things.

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“Jake!”

That was the last time you said his name before he disappeared into the vast forest of Pandora as he ran away from a raging Thanator.

Your breathing was coming ragged and harsh, a hand falling atop your chest to try and force you to calm down, even though the situation wasn’t the best. You slumped over your bent knees with your eyes closed, really trying your hardest to not faint.

A hand fell on your shoulder and another began to rub circles along your back, and you already knew it was Grace without opening your eyes.

“(Y/n), just breathe. In and out, in and out.” She rubbed your back slowly, “listen to the sounds of the forest, let it all wash over.”

When a few minutes passed and your heart rate slowed to a normal pace and your breathing was steady, you stood up and reopened your eyes to see Grace and Norm looking at you with concern before relief floods their reactions.

“Feeling better?” Grace’s motherly tone flicked your ears.

“Yeah, I’m fine. But- but we have to get Jake. It’s too dangerous for him to be on his own.” Your hands ran over your face and pushed your hair back.

“I know, we’ll all get in the chopper and fly around. Pretty sure that Jarhead knows how to survive.” Grace tried to joke, but you saw a glimpse of her frown.

The three of you hurried back to Trudy and Lyle and told them the situation.

“I bet fifty bucks, meals on wheels is dead already or will be by tonight.” Lyle looked around, maybe waiting for any opposing bets.

You threw a scowl his way, nose crinkled with a low growl rising in your throat, “how about you shut the hell up, Wainfleet. Jake’s smarter than you, he’ll live.” That made him quiet real quiet and you were thankful for the peace.

Trudy flew over the surrounding area for a few hours, you and Grace both with binoculars on either side of the open doors looking down below hoping to spot something blue and something moving.

With the sun slowly setting and Trudy telling Grace they need to call it in for the night, you already grew mournful.

“He’ll just have to wait until morning,” Trudy voiced over the radio before heading back to hell’s gate.

You turned your head away from the darkening forest and with pitiful eyes, looked to Grace as she mumbled, “he won’t make it to morning.”

The sun had been fully set for two hours, and Jake showed no signs of waking up from his avatar. But he also showed no signs that he’s dead, and you’re praying to Eywa that he comes back to you.

“(Y/n), why don’t you get some food?” Max voiced behind you as the both of you stood beside Jake’s link bed.

You just shook your head, eyes glued to the display screen showing Jake’s face and vitals. His eyes were moving under his lids and his heart rate was moving, you were worried the second you looked away something bad would happen to him.

You pick at the skin around your nail beds, the burn a mindful distraction from the tears that wanted to leak out your tear ducts, something you told yourself you would never do in this place, with all these people. You were a scientist to the lab people, an extra body to the money-hungry higher-ups, and a nuisance to the military.

But to Jake, you were someone who stuck by his side through all the shit he went through on Earth. A shoulder to lean or cry on, a hand to squeeze for comfort, a face to stare at lovingly and smoother in warm kisses. You were each other’s safety line and if you lost yours, you'd sink to the bottom of the ocean very quickly.

Loud beeping pulled your attention away from your worries and instead zoned in on Jake’s screen and saw his eyes open and his chest panting.

“Grace! Norm! He’s awake!” You screamed for them even though they were less than a foot away, along with Max still behind you.

The four of you crowded around the link pod, Max and Norm lifting the top and then pushing the wires away from Jake’s chest. You grabbed Jake’s clammy hand that was close to you as Grace leaned in with a light and checked his pupils.

“Jake, Jake can you hear me?” He just nodded at Grace’s question.

Max helped push his upper half forward, your free hand helping in supporting him from slumping backward. Grace tapped her hand against Jake’s cheek a few times to get his brain properly working again, you just ran your thumb over his knuckles.

“Come on, marine. Gotta get those few brain cells working,” His eyelids fluttered and his pupils sized down, “there we go.”

You leaned in closer, hand abandoning his knuckles and moving it to rest against his cheek when Grace pulled away. His head leaned into your touch and rested his larger hand over yours.

“Oh Jake,” your forehead leaned into the side of his head, buzz cut tickling your face, “please don’t ever do something like that again. For the sake of my sanity, please don’t.”

“You think…you think I wanted to be chased by a- a-“

“A Thanator, marine.”

Jake just chuckled at Grace’s tone, “yeah.”

Your thumb continues its constant motion of rubbing along Jake’s cheek, “yeah, I do. Cause you cause trouble wherever you go.”

He just scuffed but didn’t say anything else while staying in your hold.

“Okay lovebirds. This is lovely, but Jake,” Grace leaned forward, “where is the avatar? Is it safe?”

Jake let a grin spread and a short laugh out while looking her dead in the eye, “oh, it’s safe. And you won’t believe where it is right now.”

You pulled away to look at his smug face, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

His grin just widened.

Trouble

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might make a part two if anyone wants/i feel up to it.

#jake sully #jake sully imagine #jake sully x reader #jake sully x female reader #avatar imagine #avatar x reader #avatar 2009

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8aji · 1 year

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i think you're so good and i'm nothing like you. // i.k.

pairing: Izana Kurokawa x reader

wc: 1.7k

synopsis: No matter how hard you try to make the wrong puzzle pieces fit, there's always going to be a gap between the edges — or, Izana thinks the differences are too jarring and he’s not worth the effort.

tags/cw: hurt/comfort, insecure!izana, alluded rich!reader, very descriptive language; pls let me know if im missing anything

a/n: so this was supposed to be part of the little ask game i did a long while ago, full fic format bc word count plus the effort i put into this, the style is a little out of my comfort zone ngl :) thank you so much to my beloved @tetsutits for betaing as well as @thelastoreo and @mosviqu my beloveds for giving me lots n lots of input as well :D

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Never will the warm glow of the sun setting behind rows upon rows of blooming grapevines, not take his breath away. It was so close yet so far; he swore he could touch it just by extending his hand. Even from afar, it felt warm against his tan skin, kissing his body with a warmth similar to the one he felt when he laid beside you.

Despite his aversion to being alone, or more accurately his aversion to being lonely, sometimes he needed the alone time to ground himself and think. You knew that, so it wasn’t a surprise to hear the crunching of gravel underneath your sandals as you took slow yet steady steps, the same way you would approach a scared kitten. Still, though your presence usually brought comfort and calmness, he couldn’t help but feel the way his heart picked up speed inside his chest, each beat anxiously vibrating harder and harder against his ribcage.

“Dinner's almost ready, ‘was looking for you.” Your voice, soft and sweet, coated with just a hint of the Cabernet Sauvignon your family loved to share; wine more expensive than the life insurance he did not have. He could feel how his heart picked up speed inside his chest, each beat vibrating harder and harder against his ribcage, at the sound of your voice. “You okay?”

He could feel his throat knotting up, swallowing up the scream he so desperately wanted to let out. It made him feel like a teenager again, crying after he found out his brother ‘wasn't’ actually his brother; his vocal cords were on fire as tears poured from his eyes, and though they were camouflaged by the cool rain, they fell scorching hot, burning his cheeks like acid.

And now he was here, standing with his back facing you as he tried to figure out the best way to prevent all those bottled-up thoughts from spilling out. And he knows, he is well fucking aware that communication is this and communication is that, and communication is important, otherwise, he was going to drown trying to escape the endless sea made up of his own thoughts, but he wouldn’t. He’d rather see his lungs well up with salt water than talk about the insecurities nipping at his skull.

He wouldn’t allow himself to ruin this, not after learning what it felt like to be loved and cherished and wanted. Not after making promise after promise, not after planning everything down to a t, after your family had oh-so-gracefully offered one of their properties in Tuscany as venue and had everyone flown down to Italy for a whole week.

He couldn’t do that to you.

And yet he did. Coaxed by the warmth of your hand against his as it rested on top of the railing overlooking the vineyard.

“I feel like I don’t belong.” He swallowed.

“Iz—“

“Just,” he pleaded, finally plucking the courage to talk about what had been bothering him ever since he got here. “Please, just let me finish.”

You nodded, knowing he wouldn’t continue until he got your reassurance.

“There’s, um, there’s this voice in the back of my head just telling me over and over again that there's something wrong, that I shouldn't be here, and the more I think about it, the more it makes sense,”

“You’re smart and funny and kind, and people love you and you managed to befriend my godawful broth— step-brother, how did you even do that? He’s so annoying, but that's beside the point, you're so good, too good,

“And if what everyone keeps saying is true, that the ‘opposites attract’ theory can only be proven right by looking at us, if— if we’re complete opposites then that means I’m even worse than bad, it means I’m awful, pathetic, I–”

He lets out a heavy sigh, raking his free hand through his slightly overgrown locks. His lips were pursed into a tight line, he bit into his cheek as if the slight pain would refrain his eyes from misting. You don’t move despite the urge to hold him close, you knew he wasn't done.

“I’d like to tell myself that it isn't true, but I’m not the only one who thinks that, some of the people here can’t help but look down on me, and they're not even subtle about it,"

“I know your dad doesn't like me at all,” he let out a dry laugh; to lighten the mood or encourage himself, you didn't know. “Remember when we had dinner together for the first time? He couldn't even believe we went to the same college,"

“Everything’s just a constant reminder that no matter where I am, no matter where I go, I’m just meddling,"

“I meddled my way into the Sano family, I meddled into a friend group that probably hates me, and now I’m meddling into yours, into your life!"

“And it's so confusing because I feel so good when I’m with you, I feel like I'm home and like I’m safe and like everything's gonna be alright,” he turned to you, locking gazes despite his eyes being swallowed by tears he could no longer contain; he looked so small, so fragile in a way he always was but never showed. “And I know it’s selfish to want to keep you, but I just can't help but feel that you’re making a mistake by choosing me.”

Eyes heavy with sorrow, you’re sure he was holding back his breath waiting for a response; the tightness in his chest at the lack of oxygen less painful than another—though unlikely still possible—rejection. After the dramatic monologue exposing his feelings of inadequacy and insecurity he’s sure you’d call the whole thing over before it can even start. Don’t get him wrong, he’s shared his fair amount of emotional baggage and not once did you cast him aside because of it. In fact, every time he talked to you about whatever it was that plagued his mind he couldn’t help but feel your worry. It was like you had the utmost necessity to sew his wounds back together, kiss the ragged skin in the process. He trusted you like no other, and yet, though he can acknowledge the irrationality of his thought pattern, he can't help but indulge it, let the thoughts feed on his brain until his skull is rotten and empty.

He could feel his heart crack once he felt the warmth of your skin slipping away, like a cruel premonition whispering your departure. The urge to apologise burned inside his chest and the words, bitter like bile, settled at the bottom of his throat.

“You’re not a mistake,” cupping his face in between your hands, you gingerly wipe the stray tears rolling down his cheeks. Your words were soft like silk as they tried to mend the cracks in his heart, sprinkle them with gold. The gentleness made his eyes well up with tears once again, sobs bubbling up in his throat and threatening to escape. “You’ll never be a mistake,”

Too weak, too fragile, your warm palm against his bare skin, your touch silently whispering that he was safe, that everything was going to be okay; the shimmer in your eyes, the softness of your reassuring smile, it’s enough for him to break. He cries against your body, holding you tight between his arms as if you might disappear once he lets go. He coughs through ragged breaths, choking on his own sorrows and, in spite of the uncontrollable crying, he’s able to focus on your touch, raking your fingers through his hair and leaning your cheek against his head to give him some sort of grounding weight.

“You’re my one and only,” you whisper, holding his trembling body impossibly closer with as much desperation, as if you too, thought he might disappear. You place a tender kiss on the side of his head, softly rocking the both of you in your place until the heart-wrenching sobs turn into soft sniffles. “And I promise you,” nuzzling your cheek against his hair, you almost stumble over your own words, like pressing a freshly formed bruised, the rawness in your chest makes you internally flinch in hesitation. But it’s Izana who you’re talking to, and if anyone deserved to know the sheer importance of their existence, it was him. “Forever and always, for as long as you’ll have me, I’ll be yours the same way you’re mine.”

You stayed like that for a while, in each others’ arms, even after the sun had fully disappeared behind the horizon, the sky now a mix of pinks and purples and orangy hues. His breathing had evened out by now and had the both of you not been standing, you would’ve sworn he had fallen asleep. That was until he raised his head, with his eyes still tightly shut, and leaned his forehead against yours, “Thank you for loving me.”

You pecked his lips, softly rubbing your nose against his, making a wobbly smile break through his lips. “And thank you for loving me.”

The tender moment is broken by an incoming call, the sweet melody of an acoustic guitar as your ringtone makes him melt even more; it was him playing. He could hear both of your soft giggles in the background, and he remembers very well that one time you stayed up until the wee hours of the morning when you recorded him playing in secret and then had a playfight over your phone to delete the video. You didnt delete it, and it surprised him you still kept it as your ringtone after all this time.

“Dinner’s ready now, we should get going,” you sigh, looking from your phone screen up at him, before tilting your head to the side and using your fingers to trail the edge of one of his earlobes, making him shiver in the process. “Right, ‘saw you left your earrings on the bedside table, why?”

“I– your dad doesn't like them very much.”

“Don’t listen to him, my dad doesn't like anything,” you half-joke, a hint of truth staining your words. “Can I put them on for you?”

From the pocket of your shorts you pull out the pair of hanafuda earrings, and he nods, shivering as your fingers delicately close the clasps.

“There you go,” you smile, making his cheek warm up as you check him out; your adoration for him clear in your eyes. “Pretty as always.”

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