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☁ wriothesley x reader x neuvillette smut ☁ reader is afab and goes by she/her, consensual somnophilia, oral sex (f receiving), light orgasm denial, handcuffs, sweet petnames used for reader ☁ Word count: 916 words ☁ something soft, sweet, and smu.tty for coming back to post my writing again <33 hehe i hope you enjoy!! ☁ tags: @enchantedforest-network | @trailblazernet | @planetonet

You’re barely awake when you feel the cold cuffs sliding over your wrists, stubble sliding across your inner thigh, a tongue lapping into your folds. You moan even in your half-asleep state, slipping in and out of consciousness as Wriothesley pushes your thighs apart further, nose nudging against your clit before his tongue moves up and slowly swirls around it.

Your head is groggy, but your heart beats faster with each lazy lather of his tongue. He’s clearly taking his time, moving to lick elsewhere and kiss your inner thighs every time you get too excited, letting you come back down only to build you back up again, calloused hands smoothing against your skin. Your hands struggle against the cuffs in your wake cycles, as if you’ve forgotten he’d done that in the few minutes you managed to drift back to sleep.

You properly come to as the shower shuts off and the bathroom door slides open, revealing the beautiful Chief Justice himself, strikingly casual in his fresh pajamas.

“I’ve gone out, bought breakfast, came back, showered, and you’re still devouring her,” Neuvillette sighs at the sight of you, your heaving chest, nipples perked, thighs shaking and breath coming short.

“Mm, can’t help it, she tastes good,” Wriothesley grumbles against your cunt, hot breath ghosting over, winking at you from below. He scoops your slick up with his tongue, swallowing it before his tongue delves into you again.

“Has she even cum once in that time?”

“Nope.”

“Tsk.” Despite his response to Wriothesley, Neuvillette approaches you with a soft smile, sitting on the bed and moving the hair out of your face. Your forehead is sticky with sweat that he gently swipes off for you, but it’s with love all the same. He closes in, lips brushing against yours before pressing in for the sweetest kiss, soft and pillowy, his breath minty fresh. You moan into the kiss, pressing into him for more.

“Aren’t you lovely,” he lifts himself from you, hand cupping your face, thumb caressing your cheek, taking in how you look flushed with arousal. “Haven’t even had breakfast yet, and yet the torture has already begun.” He loops a finger between your wrist and the cuff, frowning at the scuffs it’s made on his bedpost.

“I’m having my breakfast right now,” Wriothesley groans. Your slick has descended down his chin, evident in the way his stubble is wet against your thigh as he leans against it. “Besides, I think she wants to cum first, don’t you?”

“Let’s speed things up then, shall we?” Neuvillette lies down next to you, descending down to kiss at the top of your breast before bringing a nipple into his mouth, his fingers pinching your other nipple. Your back arches immediately, letting out a whine as Neuvillette cups your breast and grazes his teeth lightly over the bud.

Wriothesley, not one to be outdone, moves to press his hands to the back of your thighs, pushing your knees up as he finally, finally focuses directly on your clit, sucking the bundle of nerves into his mouth and lapping his tongue over it at the same time. You let out a scream from the contrast of going from being lazily eaten out to an onslaught, your hole pulsing around nothing. Wriothesley must’ve noticed, because he moves to slide a finger in, your thighs threatening to close as your hips buck into the pressure. Wriothesley holds your legs open, moaning into you as he hears his and Neuvillette’s names slide off your tongue.

“You’re doing so good for us, darling,” Neuvillette’s mouth moves against your breast, speaking between kisses. “Go ahead and cum for us, show us that beautiful reaction of yours.”

Wriothesley crooks his fingers inside of you and presses once, twice, and then pleasure racks through your whole body, back arching and thighs tensing as your orgasm crashes over you. Neither of them stop, Neuvillette’s hands still playing with your breasts as he moves back up to suck a hickey into your neck, softly whispering “that’s it, baby.”. Wriothesley grips your thigh tight as your pussy clenches around his fingers, tongue still lapping at your clit even as you struggle against the handcuffs, whining out ”too much, sensitive, ah, wrio,”. He only stops as you shuffle away from him, patting the side of your butt and kissing your thigh softly.

“That’s my girl, you did so good.” Wriothesley wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and moves up your body to join you and Neuvillette, caging you both in his arms as he leans down to kiss you, and then Neuvillette. Neuvillette cups his face, tongue lapping into his to get his own taste of you.

“Mm, you’re right, she does taste good.” Wriothesley, despite all his swagger, goes pink in the cheeks at Neuvillette’s bold response, making you giggle.

“As much as I love you both, a proper breakfast may do us good,” Neuvillette continues, reaching for the keys on the bedside table for Wriothesley to uncuff you. “We have all day to spend together, you’ll both dehydrate yourselves if you don’t at least drink some water.”

Wriothesley carefully checks your wrists as he uncuffs you, kissing them softly. “Hmm… breakfast in bed, Neuvi?”

Neuvillette frowns. “You’ll get croissant crumbs all over my bed.”

Wriothesley grins, thinking it’s cute when Neuvillette gets all pouty. He picks you up bridal style with a little squeal from you.

“Alright then, let’s fuck in the living room.”

“Wriothesley.”

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awfcspencer · 2 months

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reader feels ugly and just upset and leah comforts? pure fluff I beg xx

Don’t Listen To Them || leah williamson x reader

prompt: requested! Social media can be a cruel, cruel place.

warnings: self confidence issues

a/n: hope you enjoy it! happy v-day to those who celebrate <33

Inside your shared home, you and Leah decided to stay in and build a charcuterie board as a snack before you both cuddle up together and watch a film. For dinner, Leah had lit some candles and put on some slow music while she watched you cook her favorite chicken alfredo pasta recipe. The both of you decided to pop a bottle of red wine as a nice way to end the jampacked week. Dinner was relaxing, enjoying one another’s company and talking about miscellaneous topics. Leah cleaned up the reminiscent of dinner as you began on the board. Organizing the charcuterie board was pretty simple, you had found a Pinterest photo to recreate, and Leah had accompanied you to the grocery store to collect the items you would need.

Placing the finishing touches on the board, you grabbed your phone located on the other side of the kitchen island. The board had taken you a lot longer than you assumed it would, but you wanted it to be perfect, so you found yourself examining the picture intricately and making sure everything was placed exactly.

Leah had become bored roughly about 10 minutes into creating the board, she paced back and forth around the kitchen and occasionally sighed loudly to really get the point across that she was bored.

“Wait let me take a photo first Lee,” As you swat her hand away for what felt like the hundredth time tonight from the perfectly aligned board that she had been secretly picking at each time you would set a row of crackers or stack of pepperonis in place. Each time she would eat off the board, you would have to replace the food and scold her. It was like baking a cake with a toddler who would lick frosting off the spoon when you weren’t looking.

“Oh silly me how could I forget Instagram eats first.” Rolling her eyes and grabbing the remote in the living room to put on a movie. “Mamma Mia tonight?” It was always a go-to in the home. You loved the cute little plot and Leah liked singing the ABBA songs loudly in your ear.

“Perfect idea baby,” nodding your head towards the blonde. Carefully balancing the food in your left hand as you make your way towards the couch after you took the perfect photo. Then remembering that you have to get back up and grab the two red wine glasses the two of you had been nursing before. Placing yourself between the defender’s long legs on the L-shaped couch, leaning backwards into her as she placed her head on your shoulder, placing a few kisses in the crook of your neck.

“Don’t start what you can’t finish Williamson.” Whispering as you kissed her now reddened cheeks.

You grabbed a few of the pepperoni’s and tossed them into your mouth, reaching your hand back and allowing Leah to have a few after she made a toddler-like gesture and a huff indicating that she wanted one.

“I sometimes think you are a 26-year-old stuck in a toddler’s body.” All night Leah had managed to find some way to annoy or antagonize you, all in fun though.

Pretending to be offended, “Well toddlers don’t cuddle so maybe I should get up.” Making a move to get up and sit on the opposite side of the couch.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please don’t get up, I am comfy, and you are warm.” You plead out in a joking manner, turning towards her placing a kiss on the tip of her nose as you forced her back down to her original position.

“So nice to me now but less than 30 seconds ago you were mean.” Folding her arms across her body and a stern look on her face. You wanted to make a comment about the state of which is looked right now, how it was so toddler-like, but you refrained, settling with a loud laugh.

“Momentary lapse of character” Reaching out to grab a peace treaty as an apology, “Olive?”

“You know the way to my heart, apology accepted.” As she takes it from your grasp and plops it into her mouth, pulling you back closer to her from her previous fake exit as you leaned into her chest.

Opening Instagram to post the pictures you had taken throughout the night. “Do you want me to tag you?” Organizing the selected photos on the screen and applying final touches on the photos. Ending it by adding a song in the background that had been playing when Leah grabbed you away from the masterpiece you had been creating and pulled you in for a quick salsa twirl and leaned you backwards and placed a kiss on your lips.

“Yeah so I can repost it” as she watched you create the post. You and Leah had been seeing each other for a few months, baking in the privacy for a bit before you let the whole world know. Each week that had passed, you and Leah got less and less subtle, performing a ‘soft launch’ through similar locations but different angles or the way she would repost your stories. This specific collection of photos was new though as it featured a slide of a side profile of Leah looking down at the board. It also had only 2 dinner plates, 2 sets of silverware, and 2 wine glasses in one of the photos, indicating it was in fact a date.

The fans had started to catch on and for the most part, the reactions had been mostly positive. Opposite of your life, Leah’s life was in the spotlight. Everything she did, everything she said, and everywhere she went was documented on some sort of social media outlet. Your account had maybe a few thousand followers, most of them you had gained from when Leah first started reposting your posts. So this post would set in stone that you and Leah were officially an item.

Clicking upload and then facing your phone downward on the table, cuddling backwards more into Leah with your back into her chest. Baking in her warm body, strong arms, and vanilla scent. “Omg who is this beautiful blonde in the third slide?” Gushing over herself as she quickly reposts your photos and places her phone next to yours, pulling you in tighter. “Always so humble Lee” gently swatting her on the thigh as she clicked play.

Every few minutes throughout the movie, your phone would go off, a little buzz that at first you just assumed was a few Instagram likes but after what felt like your phone was vibrating every second, you untangle slightly from Leah and grab your phone.

Your post had over 100,000 likes and several comments from people who you definitely did not know. You scroll casually through the notifications on your device. A few negative comments stuck out to you and when you opened the app, you were greeted with hundreds more.

‘Can’t believe she is dating THE Leah Williamson.’

‘Leah definitely downgraded.’

Several comments simply just said, ‘ugly’. The hurtful comments went on and on.

Private accounts and faceless profiles, people would say anything they desired behind a screen when there were no direct consequences. Harsh words that initially you were able to push to the side, but each one that you read dug a little deeper. The response was overwhelming, there were new comments each minute, and almost none of them were nice. It hurt and each one you read felt more real. You could feel the tears coming, the emotions coming out, so you briefly excused herself saying you needed to use the restroom, desperately hoping that the way your voice cracked was unnoticeable.

The words felt true as you locked eyes in the mirror with yourself. Where you enough to be with someone like Leah? I mean she was absolutely drop-dead gorgeous, and what were you? Staring at yourself in the mirror you noticed each and every blemish, freckle, or pore on your face, and the tears began to fall. The grey sweatsuit that you had initially put on for the chill date now felt ugly on your frame, you wanted to rip the clothes off. Someone who was dating Leah Williamson wouldn’t wear such an ugly outfit.

Back on the couch, Leah was beginning to get worried at the amount of time you had been gone. The part Leah knew was your favorite was coming up so she reached for the remote on the coffee table to pause it so you could enjoy it when you returned. In attempting to pause the movie, she noticed your phone open on your Instagram comment section. The vulgar comments made her sick. They were piling in with each minute that passed, and she felt angry, but then she felt sad. She quickly left the couch and rushed to the bathroom, desperately hoping that maybe the pasta didn’t sit right, or you were busy washing your hands.

A soft knock on the door took your eyes off the mirror. “Hey babe, you all good in there?” the blonde questioned. Leah’s heart was beating out of her chest because she had heard the soft sniffles from outside the door as she walked up to it. She knew you had read the comments. She wanted to run in and immediately convince you that not a single one of those comments were true, but she didn’t want to overwhelm you.

“Don’t come in.” You didn’t mean to scream at her, you weren’t angry with her, but you did not want her to see you like this, your makeup now smeared and tears freely falling from your eyes. You quickly locked the door and rushed to the opposite side of the bathroom. She would break up with you, she would realize the comments were true, you were ugly. You were fidgeting with your hair, a trait you’ve had since primary school when you got overwhelmed or nervous, it was a way to calm down.

“Baby please let me in, nothing any of those comments said is true. Nothing.” She pleaded, hoping she could convince you to let her in. She wanted to pull you into a big hug and say anything and everything she could to help you see that nothing they said was true or how she felt.

“You don’t mean that.” Your head was clouded, only being able to replay each and every comment in your brain. Your eyes continued to shift uncontrollably across different sections of your face or body that you felt ashamed of in the mirror.

“I love the way your baby hairs stand out even though you try and try to brush them down in the morning. I love the little crinkle in your nose when you get annoyed or confused about something. I love the way your tongue pokes out of the corner of your mouth when you are trying to focus really hard on something. I love your freckles, every single one, especially when you get some sun and they especially become vibrant. I love the way you lick your lips before you speak. I love the way each time you laugh or smile I can see the indent on your cheeks of your dimples even though you try and claim you don’t have them. I love the way you twirl your hair into curls when you get stressed. I love your eyes, it is like I can see a sparkle in them when you look at something you love. I love the way you close your eyes sometimes because you say it helps you think more clearly. I love you baby, every single inch of you. Those comments do not know you like I know you. They do not see how truly beautiful you are to me,” the compliments gushing out of Leah like it was second nature, truly meaning each and every word.

There was silence on your side of the door, taking in what Leah said. A click of the door as you unlocked it and Leah rushed in and to your side immediately. You sobbed into the defender’s chest as she rubbed large circles on your back.

“Thank you, Lee, really.” Your breathing had returned to normal and your heart no longer felt like it was racing. You felt safe and loved in the blonde's embrace.

“It is only you baby, you are my love. Don’t listen to them,” pulling you in tighter and placing a soft kiss on your temple as she forced you to look her in the eyes. She took her thumb and brushed over the final tears that escaped your eye.

“I can’t believe I let social media get to me, this is so stupid. I’m sorry for crying and for ruining our date,” your voice no louder than a whisper as you look down at the bathroom tile.

She forces your head back up with a finger under your chin, “It’s not stupid baby. I get it, it can be a lot. But anytime you feel like it all gets too much, I want you to talk to me. I want to know. And you never need to apologize to me, and certainly not for crying baby.”

Another wave of silence fell over the bathroom. The two of you are still huddled in each other's arms, swaying slightly left and right as you come down from the major wave of emotions previously.

"I'm pretty sure we still have mint chocolate ice cream from last week," she quietly whispered, a small upward quirk of her lip that turned into a soft smile. She knew it was your favorite and that you rarely let yourself keep it inside the household because you would easily eat a whole pint. You matched her grin, locking her fingers with yours, and pulled her towards the kitchen.

Two spoons and one large bowl of ice cream was shared between the two of you. Leah had made the final touches by adding chocolate syrup and way too much whipped cream. You took your pointer finger to swipe the white cream and tapped Leah on the nose.

"Who is acting like a toddler now?" wiping her nose with a nearby napkin as you shrugged and placed another large bite into your mouth.

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beybaldes · 4 months

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*･゜ﾟ･* okay so more then one person (thank you anons and reblogs and comments <333) asked for it so… (also super special shout-out to my love @alwritey-aphrodite who’s talented mind is always full of the most perfect Sejanus thoughts and is always willing to talk them through with me <33)*･゜ﾟ･* mention of smut but non written

sejanus plinth as your oblivious boyfriend

- okay so first things first, the obliviousness very much comes across as innocence to most to people

- it definitely doesn’t help that he blushes every time you look at him or touch him or talk to him either

- wether reaching for your hand, kissing you, holding you, it doesn’t matter Sejanus’s cheeks are deep red and hot to the touch

- it’s ridiculously sweet and so Sejanus

- that’s something you notice really quickly into your relationship; that everything he does is just so… him

- one of those being the way he squeezes your hands to let you know he loves you because sometimes he struggles to get the words out (because he just gets speechless around you)

- or the way he will drag you into his lap at every given convenience because he loves it more then anything

“wait, there’s no more chairs, let me grab one.” You pressed a chaste kiss to Sejanus’s lips, missing the way his cheeks flushed as you turned to find an empty seat to bring to the table. “Be one second.”

“No need, sweetheart.” Sejanus wrapped his hand around your wrist, pulling you into his lap with a soft thud. His arm almost immediately wrapped around your waist and squeezed, while the other moved from your wrist to your hand, playing with your fingers. He turns his head slightly to face yours, noses brushing at the suddenly closer proximity between the two of you - taking advantage of the position he finds himself in, Sejanus captures your lips with his in a soft, loving kiss. When he finally pulls away leaving your breathless, he looks a little disheveled, and you think you fall in love with him a little more. “Sorry Coryo, you were saying?”

- another of those being how he kisses you like there’s no tomorrow every damn time, like it’s the last time he’ll ever do it and he has to get all of his emotions out and into you

- fucks you like that too

- after your first kiss in the hallway of the academy however, it does take him a while to build up the confidence for him to kiss you without you initiating it (just like he had to with holding your hand)

- and when he finally initiates a kiss for the first time, it’s in his bedroom while Ma and Mr Plinth are downstairs

legs tangled together, your head against his chest, uniforms wrinkling as you cuddled further into each-other and Sejanus’s fingers ran through your hair. “And that one is andromeda.”He pointed at the glow in the dark stars that he and his ma had stuck to his bedroom ceiling when he first moved to the capital. “And beside her is Perseus. Two lovers immortalised in the stars forever.”

“How did they become lovers?” You asked, turning to look up at sejanus, your cheek pressing against his chest.

“They believe that on his way home from slaying Medusa, Perseus found Andromeda chained to a rock as she was supposed to be sacrificed to a sea god. But instead, he killed the sea monster, saved andromeda and married her.” Sejanus smiles and it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve seen; something soft and all-consumed with the love he feels for you. “I think they are my favourite constellations.”

You leaned into the crook of his neck, pressing a kiss under his jaw, and then returning to your place against his chest, ear against his beating heart. “And why’s that Sej?”

He looked down at you, a soft smile pulling on his lips. “They remind me of us.” Before you could ask how they did, he continued with an explanation, his hand moving to cradle your face. “Feel like you found me… saved me. You saw the boy from the districts when no one else did, saved me from losing that part of me to the claws of the Capitol, and one day - if I’m lucky - maybe you’ll marry me too.”

When he finishes speaking the two to you are looking at each other, lips a hairs length apart and just begging to share a kiss. As you’re about to ask, Sejanus leans forward and puts his lips on yours - the first time he’s ever kissed you, rather then you kissing him - and it ignited a hunger in the pit of your stomach. Leaning into the kiss, you wrapped the arm that had previously been across his stomach around his neck, pulling yourself further up his body and into his touch. Sejanus aided in your mission, lifting you over him so that you now sat in his lap, lips never leaving the touch of the other the entire time. You have no doubt that the kids would’ve escalated further if it hadn’t been for the shout of his Ma calling the two of you for dinner.

when you finally pull away from each-other it’s with heaving chests, tousled hair, swollen lips and red cheeks. “you’re quite the charmer, sejanus, did you know?”

a laugh bubbled from Sejanus’s chest, his head tilting back and hitting the headboard gently as she admired you. “if the way you kissed me has anything to say on the matter, then, yes, yes I do.”

- dinner, this time at least, was still warm when you made it to the table to meet his parents for the first time as his partner

- however the first time you’d ever come over to the plinths house was just as his friend, but Ma had known from the moment she saw you, the two of you would end up together

- so had Strabo, not that he’d ever admit he cared enough to know

- you had been 9 years old and walked in their front door hand in hand with their son; who they’d so far assumed had made no real friends in the Capitol

- you had a wide and bright smile with two missing front teeth, and you didn’t even say hello, dragging Sejanus upstairs before he could even say anything to his own parents

- only when you’d finally got upstairs did you pause, turning to Sejanus with a laugh

“Which one is your room?”

- and when Ma called the two of you down for dinner, she finally heard you speak for the first time

“I loved those cookies you made Ma, did you learn how to make them in district 2?”

- that sentence alone had made her certain the two of you would be perfect for each other: not only had Sejanus shared his treats with you, but he’d been comfortable enough to talk about his life in district two with you

- sure, everyone knew the plinths were from two, but that was because of gossips and the arrival of new people to the capital(which never happened) but you were the first person he’d willingly told, and she knew that meant something

- Ma is literally your biggest supporter, always routing for the two of you to be together and happy

- ALWAYS calling you sweetheart, like nonstop 24/7, all day, everyday, everywhere

“sweetheart, you’ve got… here, lemme.” “um, actually, sweetheart…” “come ‘ere, sweetheart, let me get a closer look at that gorgeous face of yours.” “fuuuck, sweetheart, just like that, don’t stop, keep going.” “gimme a kiss, sweetheart.”

- however, when he’s not calling you sweetheart, Sejanus is loser bf incarnate

- like SUCH a loser but very much in an Andrew Garfield as Peter Parker kind of way

- you will be giving him every sign in the book, practically throwing yourself at him and he’ll just be like ‘what are we?’

- this doesn’t ever go away in the entire course of your relationship

- you’re very glad that you were so upfront about explaining your feelings for him initially because otherwise you know you wouldn’t have got together

- the first time you try and initiate anything more then kissing he had zero idea what was going on

‘sweetheart, what are you- ? I- ahhh- fuck- keep going.’

- literally never initiates anything for the first time because he lives in this constant state of ‘what if they don’t really like me :((((‘

- he’ll still be like that if you’re 80 and old and grey and married

- like there are 10 million things you love about him and he doesn’t understand a single one for some strange reason???? And is always doubting himself?????

it’s nearly midnight and Sejanus still can’t sleep. he’s tried, he really, really has - he’s tossed and turned, cracked open the window, counted sheep and tried drinking warm milk like his ma used to make, but nothing was working. the cool air of a mid summers night breezes through the bedroom as he turns on his side to face you, beautiful you. You who’s hair spreads out against the in a hall around your head, who is sleeping peacefully yet still turns into the warmth of Sejanus’s touch when he wraps an arm around you. He doesn’t know what he’s ever done or will do to justify the universe letting him be yours. He hopes in the darkest hour of the summers night he’ll never have to find out.

“You should take a picture.” You murmured, breaking the warmed silence of the room. “It’ll last longer.” a smile curled on your lips even as you kept your eyes closed, turning your head deeper into the soft pillow in hopes sleep would find you again. when it didn’t, Sejanus’s eyes still on you keeping you awake, you pulled yourself closer to him, eyes finally opening. “What’s wrong baby… can’t sleep?”

“Why are you with me?” Sejanus asked bluntly, face lacking the warmth it usually held. “Like, seriously, why? I don’t-“

you cut him off with a firm poke to his shoulder. “Don’t even go there.” A hand came up to caress his cheek, running along the smile lines that had only deepened with age. Sejanus leaned into your touch, eyes closing as he preened into the love that exuded from your palm alone. “I can’t name a single thing I don’t absolutely, completely, utterly and truly love about you.”

Your hand moved to run through his curls, still as dark as when you’d met him, but now with streaks of grey running through it. He looked so handsome growing old, especially at your side. “I love how kind and selfless you are, and how you stand up for what you think is right regardless of what others think. I love how you know who you are and how you know everyone you loves coffee order just in case. I love how your brows pinch when you’re confused or worried and how your smile lights up every room you walk in to. God, Sejanus, I’d marry you again, and again, and again, if I could.”

Sejanus pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, a slightly softer one immediately pressed to the skin just under your eyelid as soon as your lips left yours. “Thank you.” He whispered, as if saying it could make you take it all back. “I love you.”

- he’s so freaking in love with you

an : thanks for the love on the first part!! Hope you enjoyed mwah <33

tags : @marjorieisreading @celestialstar111 <33

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ribbonswrld · 6 months

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Bada different ways of showing love: like her different love languages and what she does 👀

I GOTCHUU I LOVE THIS

how bada shows love/bada's love languages!

cw: tooth rotting fluff, barely proofread, english is not my native language, enjoy <3

physical touch ;;

BACK 👏 HUGS 👏 ALWAYS 👏 !! literally cannot help herself. she gravitates towards you and always somehow finds herself leaning against you and holding you close from behind TT

and i think she absolutely will just always kiss you everywhere all the time. like i said she just always gravitates towards you and cant help pressing a chaste kiss wherever she can; the top of your head, your cheek, your nose, the crook of your neck, the corner of your lips...

holding your hand!! always!! and she definitely is the type to take your hand in hers and then stuff them in her pocket. she absolutely softly caresses your hand with her thumb as u guys r holding them :((

no matter your height, bada loves loves LOVES to pick you up and sway you in her arms!! and she melts if you are the one to jump in her arms and cling to her like a baby koala <33

she also will just. absolutely pull you on her lap. no matter the situation like. that is YOUR seat. sure sitting next to her and being able to lean on eachother is great but she really loves having you sit there and being able to hold you firmly!!

i think also like in the context of sitting on her lap for example she loves mindlessly rubbing your belly, your hips, your sides confortingly... she just loves everything about you and wants to touch you constantly </3

words of affirmation ;;

bada's second love language would absolutely be words of affirmation like. she just is so endeared by everything you do and you HAVE to know just how much she thinks you're adorable and pretty and amazing!!!

she passes out praise like free candy on halloween, for every little thing!!

basically always puts a "my" before every petname bc!! you're hers!!

even if you had a rough day and barely did anything she will still continue to praise you and comfort you.

"you did well, it's okay my baby. i know today was hard but i'm so proud of you."

will always remind you of how much she loves you every single day <3

acts of service

i think she absolutely loves to take care of you!!

for example, she likes taking a bath or shower with you and just wash your hair for you with soft touches and kisses... and then insists on helping you with skincare & blow drying your hair...

also gives KILLER massages like.!! girlie is a dancer, she knows muscle pain & knows how to relieve certain aches.

she loves to cook for you <3

also is always down to help you with whatever you work on!! shes passionate about what YOU'RE passionate about!! :((

quality time ;;

i think bada is absolutely the type to have a whole list of date ideas like. you WILL have atleast one date per week.

but tbf for her it doesnt really matter what you're doing as long as you are spending time together aw

she really really REALLY loves indulging you and your interests so if you want to go somewhere specific you WILL go together and she WILL spoil you and listen to your happy rambles.

however she also MELTS when you do the same for her like... she wants to go see this dance troupe? okay you'll come with her because you know that'll make her happy!! and she loves you for it. she loves how you both take interest in eachother's interests lol

i think shes also the type to be like "i miss my wife... it's been 4 years since she went at war..." and then you "babe we saw eachother an hour ago" and then she "one hour TOO LONG :("

i just made myself melt

anyway yeah shes definitely clingy and will miss u always hence why she loves spending time with you <3

gifts ;;

good heavens this woman LOVES to spoil you!!

every now and then she'll check her notes app to go thru things you've mentioned wanting/liking (yes i think she absolutely writes down anything she thinks you might want to have) and will go hm! i will buy her this today!

and if you're someone who isnt used to getting gifts like that and gets nervous about it moneywise i think she'll indulge you EVEN MORE!! but will also respect your boundaries to make you comfy so like if you don't feel comfortable with her giving you extra expensive stuff often? no problem she'll hold herself back and be smart about her purchases for you. although money is not an issue for her, she respects your financial ideals and boundaries <3

this made me so happy to write thank u nonnie for this adorable request <3!! i hope u enjoy!! and also bada definitely loves when YOU are the one to show your love the way she does <3 its all mutual!!

#bada lee #bada lee x reader #fem reader #sapphic #wlw #bada x reader #bebe x reader #lesbian #ribo answers!!#ribo writes!!#fluff #swf2 x reader #street woman fighter x reader #street woman fighter 2 #team bebe #team bebe x reader #bada lee fanfic #bada lee imagine

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chapter 33. i’m sorry (half written)

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it had been over a week since the party, over a week since you and yunjin last spoke, over a week since you felt happy, and you’ve missed her that entire time.

it was a rainy friday evening, cold, dark but you loved it. everything was quiet when it rained, outside was quiet, your friends were quiet, sadly your your phone was also quiet. yunjin hadn’t texted you in 3 days and at this point you accepted the fact that she had moved on, but you didn’t.

yunjin was left alone with her thoughts and a basket she and eunchae help make you. she saw the flowers she bought, sitting right next to the basket and couldn’t help but cry. the pain she was feeling had gotten to the point of frustration. yunjin knew she had to do something about this situation after being turned down countless of times.

“bye chaewon ill be back-“ yunjin sprints out of the dorm, basket and flowers in hand, leaving the door open with a very confused chaewon sitting on the couch.

“heyyy! you left the door open!” chaewon complains standing up to close it, swinging her arms as if it was the biggest inconvenience.

it was pouring rain and yunjin was wearing sweats and a long sleeve crop top, not appropriate clothing choice for the current weather.

but that didn’t stop yunjin. all she could think about was you, how badly she messed up, how badly she longed for your attention.

yunjin kept running even with the weird looks she would get from other people on campus, who wore raincoats or jackets, as she ran past them. she promised herself she wouldn’t stop until she reached you.

you on the other hand, were listening to music on your bed, crying, thinking about how much the lyrics apply to you and yunjin. in your mind yunjin gave up on you, in your mind you were nothing to fight for, in your mind-

knock knock knock

whenever someone knocks on the door, hanni is usually the one to open it, but this time hanni and haerin were out working on a group project with a couple other people. this meant you had to answer the door.

as you stand up the knocking continues, progressively getting louder with each knock.

“i’m going i’m going!” you yell hoping to stop the noise as you wipe the tears off your face.

you open the door and to your surprise, it’s yunjin.

“what are you doing here?” your voice is soft and shaky.

“i missed you” yunjin is panting and wet from the rain. she looks like an abandoned puppy who got lost in a storm, her chest heaving up and down. in her left hand she had a pink and white tulip bouquet and in her right is a small basket with candy, a bear, a blanket, more flowers, slippers, and body products.

after staring at each other in disbelief, yunjin breaks the silence.

“i’m sorry but i can’t go another day without talking to you i-“ yunjin was frantic to explain her side of their story but all you could focus on was how relieved you are to see her.

“come inside” you pull her in by her hand into your dorm.

“be careful i’m all wet” yunjin hesitates before walking in

“i don’t care” you bring her into a hug, not caring whether you get wet or sick from her. all you cared about in that moment was yunjin.

yunjin hesitated to hug you back but eventually she did. you kick the door closed and pulled away from the hug to hold yunjins face. you move the wet hair that was sticking to her forehead and look into her eyes. yunjin’s eyes were puffy from crying, her lips looked swollen, her nose and cheeks were red.

“i’m sorry” yunjin starts crying and hugs you tighter, burying her face into the crook of your neck.

you sush away her cries and run your fingers through her hair, practically draining the water from her hair. also fighting back tears.

“hey hey, look at me” you gently push yunjins face off of your now tear stained sweater.

“it’s okay” you wipe the tears off of yunjin’s face and take the items out of her hands to set them aside before hugging her again, this time even tighter.

“i’m so sorry, i just missed you so much” yunjin says in between cries.

seeing her like this breaks you and you can’t help but start crying again.

“i’m so sorry for ignoring you” you manage to say in between your cries.

“please don’t cry anymore, i’m right here. i’m not gonna leave this time” yunjin strokes your back relieve you of any unspoken pain.

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queerponcho · 3 months

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Transfixed | part 1

collage made by me with pictures from pinterest

moonknight!system x female!reader

a/n: been writing this fic for about a year now so it's nerve-wrecking to finally post the first chapter. I hope you'll like it!! (pls be gentle...)

thanks to the lovely @nexusnyx for motivating me a few weeks ago, would've never considered posting without having our convo the other day!! Thank you so much<33

Warnings: no use of Y/N, fluff, NOT beta read, gushing about the moonboys, flustered awkward dorks, plot-twists, (eventual smut, the chapters will be marked individually), inaccurate depictions of DID, egyptian mythology and religion (although I did extensive research I took liberty in changing some things to adhere to my plot...), if I missed anything or made any spelling mistakes pls don't hesitate to tell me!

Summary: You're a woman who as been visiting the same library for all your life. One day a handsome new face comes walking in. That's the moment when the ball starts rolling and your entire life changes. Will you accept the new challanges coming your way...?

2,200 words

You have been visiting the same library all your life. While you were in school you would go there to have a quiet place to study. Since at home you always had a lot of family and busy energy around, you needed the library as sort of an...escape from all the noise. Later when you got into university, the library had become kind of a safe space for you. So you would rather sit in the bus for half an hour to and back to study there instead of the grimy and packed library on campus.

Even now that you work and have enough books at home to basically open your own library, you still can't part from your little paradise. Everyone knows you here and a few months ago the owners of the library even adopted a cat that seemed to really like you. So chances of moving on from here had definitely been ruined.

You loved reading all kinds of story based books, but spending so much time here made you curious, so you also picked up a few skill based ones. you had read a few gardening and science books but the ones you would actually start applying were the books that had to-do with art. Autobiographies of different artists and painters, different studies and research on colour and brushes. You became almost a bit obsessed at some point. So you started sketching and drawing things around you based on the knowledge you'd gathered from your extensive research. you would draw people around the library after work or before meeting friends in the nearby café. You'd never claim to be an artist but you were proud of your drawings nonetheless. for the past few weeks you had started to draw one very specific person. You saw them for the first time a bit over a month ago…

It was a rainy day and you'd just finished lunch with a friend. You said goodbye and you decided to head to the library to continue on with your sketches of the cute ginger kitten. After saying hello to the owners and giving the kitten a treat, you made your way to your usual corner in the back. Since the library wasn't very big you had a good view of the entrance and a few tables. you'd been sitting and drawing for about ten minutes when you noticed the kitten smelling your coat pocket in search of more treats. You smiled down at her 'hiiii kitty!' you picked her up and placed her on your little round table. 'you want another treat huh?' She looked back with big shiny eyes 'alright alright...there you go'. She happily chewed on the fish-shaped cookie while you continued drawing her.

The familiar noise of the door opening caught your attention....a man came in, he was wearing a brown flat-cap which was obscuring your vision of his face. He reached to take it off with a gloved hand and pushed his black curls back to reveal the face, of what you could only describe, a Greek god. He had strong and angular features, a sharp jawline and a beautiful slightly crooked nose which you felt the need to trace over with your finger. He had crows feet decorating his eyes, you'd assume he had them from laughing but seeing his resting facial expression, smiling almost seemed to be a foreign task to him. He brushed the remaining rain off his shoulders and made his way to the history section. When he disappeared behind a shelf you were brought back from your trance and took the first breath in what seemed like minutes.

You wondered what he would be looking for in the history section of this old library. You were in London, a place with alot of people, then again this library was old and in a secluded part of town so it was usually the same people walking in and out. You would definitely remember his face if you had seen it before. Whatever it was that he was looking for he had apparently found since he was making his way to the register with a thick leather bound book in his glove covered hand. You had a bit of a thing for hands and you knew you'd be sketching hands for the next few hours because of this stranger. He hastily left the library and was gone as fast and suddenly as he appeared. After that day you couldn't stop drawing that pretty stranger, you'd given him multiple names during this time. His name had been Jack, Edward, Steve, Malcom and many more. you'd started just drawing his gloved hands and his forearms but quickly you would switch to drawing his intense gaze and soft curls. The amount of times you fantasised about running your fingers through them and tugging slightly had you embarrassed. It had been weeks since you'd seen him and you wouldn't stop imagining him in your apartment just sitting next to you, sometimes you would also imagine him a bit closer and wearing a little less clothing…

A month had passed since you'd seen him and you finally managed to stop drawing him and went back to drawing people around the library. Though you still looked up when the door opened and a new customer came in hoping for your handsome stranger to come in and maybe stay a little this time so you could find out more about him and his movements, for drawing references of course...nothing else. It seemed the universe wanted to help you out, because the next time the bell chimed and a customer walked in, the familiar brown flat-cap wearing stranger entered. This time it was warm and sunny outside so he wasn't wearing any gloves and wore a white fitted polo. His muscles were visibly moving underneath the fabric of his sleeves when he reached up to take off his hat and ruffle through his hair with the same intention as last time. He was also holding the same thick leather bound book from his last visit to the library.

According to the owners he couldn't buy that one since it was rare literature, so he got to borrow it for a month...you knew this because you may have asked about him and his purchase after he left. This was also when you found out that the book he borrowed was about an Egyptian god. During your time in this library you have read books on Egyptian history and it did peak your interest. All this time you’d never even noticed that book before? Recently, you’d been spending a lot more time studying in that part of the library, so overseeing such a unique looking book was very strange of you.

You see him talking to the owners, it was quiet enough to make out parts of the conversation. It was 10am on a Tuesday so you were pretty much the only customer here. He had a pretty strong Latin accent and you were pretty sure he was from mexico. part of your family is from south America so you grew up learning Spanish and you remember hearing them speak English with that exact same accent.

He was thanking them for the book and asking if he could take a look around the library again. The owners kindly told him to go ahead and that he didn't even need to ask. He briefly nodded his head mumbling a quick 'gracias' and went over to the history section. You watched intently and spontaneously decided to head in the same direction. You felt a bit creepy lurking on this man but you were sure you wouldn't get caught since you were rarely a very visible person. it's not that you didn't have a strong presence but you know how to blend in really well and when to use that to your advantage. You hid behind the shelf of the history section facing his profile. He really was a pretty man, his eyes were squinting and his bold eyebrows furrowed. There was a stray curl hanging over them and you badly wanted to brush it back and feel his thick hair between your fingers...you couldn't of course, since you were too preoccupied drawing him at the moment. The window was creating beautiful shadows beneath his hooded eyes and high cheekbones. His jaw looked sharper than ever and his neck extremely kissable. His lips needed an honourable mention, they were like two squishy pillows that were begging to be bitten. You've been paying special interest to them and trying to get the details just right, so you didn't notice that he had moved from his previous spot.

You couldn't see him anywhere and were actually kind of disappointed to think he probably left. you were about to turn around and go back to your discarded belongings when you accidentally bumped into someone while moving backwards. 'ohssshit! i- i am so so sorry um- i didn't mean to wal-'

you had managed to pick up your pencil, sketchbook, and hopefully all of the scattered pages- when you finally looked up just to be faced with the god-like looking man you had been fawning over for a month now. he was practically towering over you and… was that a smirk? If you weren't already kneeling on the floor right now you would've probably lost your balance. 'hola~ I don't mind this view but do you need help standing up, muñeca?' This is when you realised that you were on your knees in front of the most attractive man you have ever seen and you quickly scrambled to your feet 'nono um thank you-'

'Jake, my name's Jake' he stuck out his hand and you introduced yourself after thanking him again. So his name was jake...huh pretty basic for a man like him. You were kind of joking when you temporarily gave him very basic names but you guess his parents weren't much more creative than you are.

You realised you were staring when he raised his left eyebrow and started grinning.

'So...why were you spying on me?' He asked cockily and it had you word-vomiting all over the place 'what? i wasn't-? I-I was just…drawing-?' pretty hard to sound convincing when finishing every statement with a question mark... 'yeah I know-' he looked you up and down and coming a bit closer 'I saw you get lost in your notebook and I just had to come see what you are drawing that garnered all of your precious attention, hermosa'

The nicknames were really starting to get to you, making you feel all sweaty and nervous. you were clenching the book to your chest accidentally pushing up your breasts and making your cleavage much more noticeable. you saw him glancing down, taking his time in bringing his eyes back up your neck and finally to your face. This entire time you were basically pressed into his chest, you were leaning on the shelf and he didn't seem like he wanted to move anytime soon 'h-how long were you looking over my shoulder exactly?'

'Long enough to see what had you so...como se dice...transfixed' Your breath hitched and he answered with a toothy grin.

'I am flattered, preciosa. I really am, didn't think someone as pretty as you would follow me around the library just to draw my hands and ass'

You push him back- 'I did NOT draw your ass! I-' You were interrupted by his chuckle and him moving closer again and grabbing your chin between his fingers and caging you in with his other arm. 'I know muñeca , I just like seeing you flustered...toda nerviosilla...it's cute.' At this point you’ve decided it's best if you just don't speak. '...maybe next time you can draw me shirtless? I would love to see you solely focused on my abs for half an hour.' He flashes you a toothy grin. Oh he’s getting too cocky…somehow you manage to move away from the bookshelf, momentarily getting even closer to him. After seeing his eyes flicker with surprise you move to the side, backing away from him. Turn around finally being able to take a breath of normal air that wasn't deliciously tinted with his aftershave.

'Sure, next time you can waltz into the library without a shirt on and we will see how far you get before being kicked out' you say while looking over your shoulder.

'Seeing your reaction would be worth it, nena' he called after you, not even registering your feet carrying you back to your corner. you took a deep breath replaying what just happened. He should not have this effect on you, it's almost embarrassing how easily he got so close to you. You are a grown woman, damnit! How did you not shove him away and get mad at his advances? You should be creeped out but you notice how you’re wishing to bump into him again soon...you hear the doorbell ring and see him walk out. He takes one look back and holds up a piece of paper. ‘Oh fuck me’ you feel your feet glued to the floor when you see what it is…its a drawing you made of him. It was a closeup of his torso upwards. You had drawn him from above and he was laying in your bed with heavy lidded eyes and parted lips. you were absolutely mortified- he was grinning like an idiot and winked at you before storing the drawing in his back pocket, crossing the street and vanishing from your eye-line. leaving you in the library, plagued by his stupid masculine scent and his dumb pretty face.

a/n: I really hope you enjoyed the first chapter, I've got a few already locked and loaded sooo the next one should be posted soon. Pls like and reblog if you liked it<3 it would mean the world!

part two

#ponchosworks<3 #moon knight #steven grant #steven grant x reader #marc spector #jake lockley #jake lockley x reader #marc spector x reader #transfixedseries

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baldeslut · 8 months

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finally this boy is getting more fics !!!!! saw that you want fluff ones... reader has to work all night, but balde wanted to be close to her, so he spent the night sitting next to they (or even lying on their lap almost asleep 🥺), trying not to get in their way

My boy

It was your last big exam for this semester and you needed a good study, even if that meant staying up all night and not being beside your boyfriend. You made yourself a cup of coffee as you started to study. Alejandro called across the hallway

“Amor lets sleep noww” he said while slightly whining.

“I wish, but i really need to study Ale.. just for one night promise”

Leaning against your chair, you saw his head peep out of the walls as he ran across the hallway to see you.

“If your not sleeping, im not sleeping” Alejandro snapped.

“Please get some rest, at least on my bed bebé”

Alejandro sighed as he looked at you while pouting. He left the room as i said goodnight to him on the way out. Suddenly, he came back with one of his chairs, placing it beside you to watch you work. His head turned as he smiled at me, you re-adjusted your glasses as you got your eyes glues back to the computer. A weight was put onto your shoulder as you look to see his head leant onto you.

“Im going to watch you work, i want to be beside you amor”

He wrapped his arms around you as typed. You were studying for your English exam worth almost your whole English mark. The room was silent, he placed a kiss on your cheek.

“Hey i know that too!” Alejandro blurted. His English wasn’t bad, it was decent. But you giggled at his remark as he looked up at you. It was 11:45 pm and it started to stress you out a little bit. You pulled away from your computer as you stretched your arms, yawning.

“Hey hey, im here ok. Please don’t stress, you know it scares me”

Alejandro knew just how to comfort you in situations like this, but he was quite childish whenever it happened, he was always “scared”. You dropped on your bed for a break as he lied down beside you. He caressed my cheek as he pulled in to kiss you, his legs wrapped around you as his lips touched your. What felt like hours, you rose up from the bed as he followed you back to your chair. His legs were curled up on the chair as he pushed his chair closer to yours, leaning into the crook of your neck. His hair grazed your skin as you giggled from the feeling. He listened to you whispering to yourself as you worked, it was like a bedtime story to him. Soon enough his eyes were fluttering as he dozed off to sleep, his little breathes against your skin felt comforting to you.

1:25 am. Your stood up from your chair as you finished your last set of notes. Alejandro felt your presence leave almost immediately as he got up too. His eyes looked tired as a smile grew on his face to see you wide awake. He scooped you up as he brought you to the balcony of the apartment, seeing the view of Barcelona from above. The lights illuminated against his huge brown eyes as they looked like shiny orbs staring into you. He was so beautiful not to look at.

“Im so lucky to have you bebé, i love you soooo much”

“I love you more” you say

He kissed you on the nose as both of you watched the cozy night lights of Barcelona. <33

A/N shorter blurb bc i didnt feel like writing too much </3 hope u enjoyed :))

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fieldofdaisiies · 2 years

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Hey... can you please write something azriel x reader where reader has back pain so az offers her a message and then they end up having sex?

of course. Thank you for requesting <33 hope you like it

Azriel x Reader | Oh Those Scarred Hands

type: smut warnings: explicit content, mature language word count: 1335

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"Right there?"

A breathy moan left you, "Mhm."

Azriel chuckled lowly, your rear pressing against his hips.

"But a bit harder, please," you whispered, lips curling. Azriel groaned in response and pressed harder. You moaned again, feeling hot and tingly all throughout your body. Your skin felt so tight all of a sudden, Azriel’s scent lingering everywhere.

Humming, you bit down on your lip and curled your fingers towards your palms. He knew exactly how to touch you—how to make you feel good.

"That feels good, huh?"

A soft sigh escaped you in return, toes curling when Azriel’s thumbs pressed the spot on the crook of your neck once again.

"It does," you mused. "My mate just knows how to make me feel good."

Purely male pride reached you through the bond, mixing with lust and desire.

You had been working the whole day, being bent over the table, going through reports and at the end of the day you had been suffering from sever back pain. Obviously your glorious mate could not let you live with it and did the only thing that would help. He was massaging you and you loved it—savoured every part of it. Before you could even head to your bedroom, Azriel, who had been sitting on the couch, had pulled you onto his lap and took off your dress. He immediately had started to tend to your sore muscles.

“Gods, I love your hands so much!” you told your mate, who often still felt very self-conscious about them. You really did love his hands so much and did not want him to feel bad about them for one single tiny moment.

Azriel hummed, the feelings of gratitude, thankfulness, pure bliss and love rumbling through the bond. Azriel tended yet another knot that had formed at the crook of your shoulder, easing the tension which made you sigh loudly.

“Is it getting any better?” your mate then asked, genuinely concerned. He hated seeing you in pain, seeing your hurt.

“The pain is nearly fully gone," you assured him, wiggling your hips slightly. The Shadowsinger groaned lowly, your butt rubbing against the building tent in his pants. Yes, he had promised to just massage you and actually wanted to give you an early night. But now that such noises left your mouth and your changing scent —your oh so sweet and lovely scent— reached his nose he was gone, knowing he had to make you feel good in another way as well.

Azriel pressed his hips against you, drawing a gasp from you when he leaned forward. He nestled his face into the crook of your neck, one hand braced on the back of your head, the other one curling around your waist to pull you closer.

“Tired, sweetheart?”

Azriel kissed your temple and you giggled softly. “Not really. Why?” You obviously knew why, still you wanted to hear him say it. Azriel was not a male of many words, but gods, when he talked dirty it did things to you. Things you could not quite put into words.

“My lovely mate, so innocent. Why? Maybe because I have other ideas for making you feel good?”

Azriel pressed his lips against your ear, his hand carefully tugging on a few strands of hair. He softly bit down on your earlobe, nibbling. You sighed and closed your eyes for a moment. “I think I would really like that,” you whispered.

“There are other body parts of yours that really need my attention tonight as well, I believe.”

You leaned your head back against Azriel’s shoulder and mused, “Yes? For example?”

“Like these two?” Azriel’s voice was hoarse when he spoke, damp lips brushing the shell of your ear once again. Azriel’s hands slid up your front, your back now against his chest. He cupped your breasts in his large hands, kneading them before his thumbs teased the sensitive peaks. First it were just soft strokes, then he started rolling your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, softly tugging. You moaned, Azriel’s name a whisper on your lips. You went molten. Just right then and there your were gone, liquid.

Releasing a loud breath, you tried to glimpse over your shoulder to look into your mate’s face. You turned your head, your eyes already heavy-lidded when you met his gaze, his eyes dark and mysterious, a smile on his face.

“I love you so much,” you said, voice barely above a whisper when Azriel’s hands let go of your breasts and fell to your hips. His fingers curled around you and he leaned forward. In an almost ravishing kiss your mouths connected. Azriel parted your lips with his tongue, savouring and exploring your mouth like it was the very first time he got to kiss you. He had a strong grip on you, groaning into your mouth. He helped you switch positions on top of him, not once breaking the kiss, until you sat with your front against his front.

“Remind me to get you a new pair of these tomorrow.” It was the only warning you got before his fingers curled around the elastic of your underwear and he ripped them off. You gasped loudly, both at the quick movement and the sudden cold tingling your very sensitive parts. “Az,” you breathed which drew a grin to his lips.

He kissed you again, your hands now moving to the top-most button of his pants. Without further ado you opened them fully and freed his already rigid length. Azriel lifted you up, positioned him against your wet heat, before slowly sheathing himself inside you. You both moaned at the feeling of your coming together. The spymaster slowly slid into you, stretching you out just as always. Your nails dug into his shoulders, into the fabric that annoyed you just a bit. “Shirt off,” you mumbled, pampering Azriel’s neck with tiny pecks.

“Too late, unless -fuck- you rip it off.” There was challenge in Azriel’s eyes when he leaned his head back and met your gaze. You were now fully seated on him, rocking your hips softly.

Challenge accepted, you thought to yourself. Your fingers curled around the fabric of his shirt and ripped. It was beyond you how well it worked, but the most important part was that your mate’s upper body was now naked.

Azriel looked impressed and jerked his hips up, hitting one special spot inside of you. “Never fail to impress me, my love,” he said before his lips closed over yours. Nothing was rough or fast that night. Azriel took you slowly, his thrusts deep and long. He made you feel every glorious inch of his proud length, making you feel good and helping you calm down and relax after such a work-loaded day.

You rode him, soft and slowly, hips moving against his, chest touching and mouths meeting with passionate and tender kisses.

Azriel’s hands smoothed up and down your back, kneaded your ass, once coming forward, his thumb teasing the bundle of nerves. His other hand curled around neck, squeezing only lightly.

“My very favourite necklace on you.” Azriel grinned. You grinned as well, throwing your head back. And then you did what you knew would drive him crazy. Leaning further back you let go of him, bracing your hands on his knees behind your back. Your back was arched while you kept riding him. You knew he was ogling you, getting closer to the edge. You heard your mate inhale deeply, a soft growl leaving his throat.

It drove him crazy. The Shadowsinger leaned down, taking your breast into his mouth, tongue teasing the pebbled hardness. He twitched inside of you, telling you he was close.

You came simultaneously, panting and riding out your heights together.

“You are the best mate I could have ever hope for.” It was the last thing Azriel heard before the two of you fell asleep on the couch, all tension of the long stressful day gone and replaced by the feelings of satisfaction and pure love between two mates.

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#azriel #azriel x reader #azriel smut

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wndaswife · 1 year

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we shall both take very well deserved breaks then eheheh

could you perhaps do wanda who is weary about her powers bc she thinks they hurt people but in her little headspace reader encourages her to use them freely and so she does stuff with them constantly? e.i carrying her snacks behind her when shes holding her stuffies and her blankie, using them to get the cookies reader hid away, etc.

thank u for considering my request btw ur one of my fave writers ever!!

wanda maximoff & gn!reader

tags: fluff, hurt and comfort, age regression, little!wanda maximoff

summary: It’s easy learning to live a life on the run while hiding away in Edinburgh. It’s harder learning how to heal.

a/n: T_T thank you <33 i was excited to write this since i rlly love little wanda n haven't written for her yet :D

“What are you doing?”

Wanda jumped at the sound of your voice. The cereal box she’d been lifting with her magic dropped mid-air and she hid her hands behind her back. You quickly reached out and caught the box before it met the ground.

With a relieved exhale, you placed it on the counter then looked up to see a carton of milk and a bowl with a spoon in it laid in front of Wanda.

“Were you hungry?” you asked, looking over to Wanda who just nodded silently, her hands still clasped behind her back. “Were you using magic?” She looked away, her gaze falling to the floor as a shadow of guilt came over her face.

“Baby, I’m proud,” you reassured, walking towards her and into the pale light of the open refrigerator. You reached your hands behind her hips and took hold of her hands, unclasping them and interlacing your fingers so you could hold them in front of you. You kissed her knuckles. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you use it.”

“‘M sorry,” she apologised. “Just thought that… it was cereal, so it wouldn’t be hurting anyone if I just…”

You moved forward and wrapped your arms around her. She stepped closer and buried her face in your chest.

“I know it’s hard,” you whispered against the top of her head. You felt her nod against you. “How about I pour the cereal and then you can do the milk, huh? We can do it together so you don’t have to be nervous.”

“B… But my magic is scary. Hurts people.”

You pulled away and leaned down to look at her. “It doesn’t scare me, baby,” you said with a smile. “You don’t scare me. You’re just my sweet little angel. You couldn’t ever be scary.” Wanda smiled and giggled, her shoulders raising slightly under her blankie still wrapped around her body.

“Tiny little baby witch thinking she could scare me…” you cooed then wrapped an arm around her blanketed shoulders. “You’re silly.” Like a delicate animal, she curled up into the crook of your body and you laid your chin atop her head.

You turned both of your focuses to the counter and you rubbed her upper arm. You poured the colourful cereal with its myriad of sugary marshmallows into the bowl.

Wanda straightened in your arms, immediately excited to eat the cereal that was certainly more of a heavily-sugared desert than anything nutritious. Her eyes were practically shimmering in elation.

“Okay,” you said and looked down at her. “It’s your turn. Milk?” She faltered slightly, cuddling up to your body again then looking up at you.

You ran your hand up her back soothingly. “It’s just you and me here, angel,” you whispered reassuringly then cupped her cheek. Your thumb rubbed gently against the corner of her mouth. “You couldn’t ever hurt me. I trust you.”

Wanda nodded confidently then turned to the bowl of cereal. Her arm raised and her hand peeked out from the blanket. Her fingers lifted and for a few moments, she hesitated, staring helplessly at the carton of milk as her fingers wavered slightly.

A kiss was placed against her temple and you spoke against her skin, “I believe in you, sweet doll. I’m right here.” She took her bottom lip between her teeth then inhaled through her nose deeply before tiny red wisps finally formed around her fingertips.

The carton of milk lifted from the counter and its cap twisted off. You watched Wanda’s focused stare, a concentration that was not due to a great amount of exerted effort but rather her conscious subduing of the nerves that she felt spiking up in her at the usage of her magic. It took quite a lot not to feel guilty for using it.

Milk was poured into the bowl of cereal before Wanda set it upright and recapped it.

“Baby, that was amazing!” you praised, pulling away to look at her. Wanda was uncertain as she hid her hands away in the warm confines of her blanket again, eyes casted to the floor. You reached down and took her hand that was hidden away and kissed each finger gently.

You reiterated, squeezing her hand with yours, “That was amazing.”

She looked up from the floor and met your eyes nervously. “Really?” she asked.

“Really,” you answered. “I think we should celebrate.” You walked back into the living room with the cereal bowl in hand. You set it down on the coffee table then lifted Wanda’s stuffie up from the couch. Her eyes lit up and she quickly headed over towards you, her blanket gliding out behind her and making her look like the tiniest little superhero that's ever lived. The rapid padding of her feet made your heart melt. She threw herself into your arms.

Your arms wrapped around her body and she thanked you the best way she knew how by burying her face in her chest and shutting her eyes tightly while she hugged you around the waist.

The two of you stayed that way for a little while longer before you finally cuddled up together on the couch. You fed Wanda her cereal while she was buried under a mountain of blankets and pillows beside you. Her head was the only visible part of her body, which made you laugh to yourself every time you looked over at her and saw her — a ball of blankets and pillows and a head.

When she finally finished the sugary treat, you kissed her cheek and stood up from the couch. Wanda was still completely entranced by her favourite cartoon playing on the television until you called her name from the kitchen, holding up one of her pacifiers.

She reached her arm through the mountain of blankets and some pillows tumbled to the floor. The pacifier was wrapped in familiar red tendrils and it was lifted from your hand, travelling over to the living room and into Wanda’s mouth.

You joined her on the couch again and reburied her in the fallen pillows. She rested her head on your shoulder and you laid your head against the top of hers, your hand cradling the side of her head and playing with her hair absently.

Wanda looked up at you from your shoulder as she smiled around her paci. You kissed the tip of her nose and made her giggle. One of her stuffies, a lion with a rainbow mane, was lifted into the air and placed in your lap. You placed the lion between the both of you and your fingers wrapped around one of its tiny paws.

#wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #elizabeth olsen

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kirimoochi · 10 months

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hellooo!! i'm a silent reader of yours and i really enjoy your kazuha fics ( i love him with all my heart and you just fuel the fire even further and i'm so thankful)

i'd like to request a reader who's asking kazuha to break up with her for a day (as a joke) so she could experience speak now taylor's version with a "broken heart"

thank you sm and stay hydrated <33

₊˚ ᗢ kazuha x gn!reader, modern au.

⤷notes; this request seemed too perfect with socmed texting so I had to include it in!

Opening your door, you come face to face with a familiar platinum-haired man. He stands in front of you with flowers in hand. Dressed in the familiar caramel sweater you knew, he opens his arms wide for you. A silent gesture asking for you to jump into his arms. He tries to hold back a smug expression but he feels it creep up on him the longer he stares at you.

You rolled your eyes and moved close to him, wrapping your arms around his waist as he exhales. “Starling, you truly wound me sometimes. To think you wanted to break up just to listen to a song…” He peers down at you, kissing your forehead, “You can be quite mischievous sometimes.”

“Well, how else could I get the full experience?” You grin, pressing your lips against his cheek. He tries not to feel swayed by your actions, though the redness on the tips of his ears beg to differ. Even in this strange predicament of winning your heart back, he is all the more infatuated with you.

“Besides, I get to see my ex try to get back together with me. Charming, isn’t it?”

You let out a small yelp as he picks you up by the waist, twirling you around. You hold onto him tight, burying your face into the crooks of his shoulder. He still grips the bouquet in his other hand, keeping it close enough for you to smell its sweet scent. “You think that’s charming? I had to rush to a nearby flower store to get your favorites.”

“Yeah, but I got to listen to the song!”

He sighs once more, although it doesn’t sound as annoyed as it should. It seemed rather relieved in the sense that in his two seconds of panic, you only wanted to listen to a song. The very song that he showed you in the car. He would have preferred it if you asked him to listen alongside you. He was the one who brought up the album to you. Resisting the urge to flick your nose, he continues to smile. He thought you knew him a bit better.

“Of course you did. I hope you enjoyed the hour you spent listening to it because we’re going on a date,” He takes your hand, leading you out of the door. “I have to win my so-called ex back, so why don’t we go to your favorite restaurant?”

“Really?” Your eyes beam.

“Yes, of course,” He drags you to his car, your heart skipping a beat as you stare at his outfit. It was plain and simple. Though not by too much. He accessorized well today with a few bracelets and a necklace but it felt comforting and home-like. It was just the way you liked it.

Before you could open the car door, he stops you, his hand placing itself on your cheek as he smiles. He leaves you speechless when he wordlessly gives you a kiss, your eyes widening in response.

“We can listen to the rest of her songs in the car.”

#₊˚ ᗢ kirimoochi #genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kazuha #kazuha kaedehara #kazuha kaedehara x reader #kazuha x reader #genshin headcanons

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abigails-gf · 1 year

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halooo! i saw ur post so im here to request some fluff :3333 how about some sleepy morning cuddles w abby!!!!! with a lot of kisses and hugs!!!! i just love her sm............... thank you!

abby anderson x fem reader.

a/n: aah! i love this .. morning cuddles with abby .. <33 tysm for requesting this !! :33 i love abs s'muchh .. cuddlin w/her in my mind .. :))

you slowly opened your eyes. “good morning, my love.” you smiled at the sound of her voice. “morning, abs.”

you were laying on her chest, looking up to her, your noses touching each other. “slept well?” she asked. you nodded and hugged her tight. “mhm. always do when i’m with you.” abby smiled and kissed your nose. “being all cute in the morning... how dare you, madam.”

“just saying the truth, madam.” you giggled and leaned over to kiss her. she smiled against your lips, caressing your back under your t-shirt. “m’love.” she whispered. “all mine.” she kissed you once more.

your head was now in the crook of her neck, leaving little kisses on each one of her freckles. she hummed to in satisfaction. “d’you like when i kiss you like this?” you asked. she nodded, her eyes closing, her fingertips tracing shapes on your lower back.

you loved mornings like this: both of you, in bed, cuddling, kissing, being in each other’s arms. it was quiet, but a comfortable kind of silence. like none of you really needed to talk to understand each other in that moment. it was those moments you cherished the most.

the way her fingers travelled on your bare skin, the way she smiled when your lips touched her skin.

you took one of her hands in yours, playing with her fingers, kissing each one of them before intertwined them with yours. she rubbed the back of your hand with her thumb, bringing your hand to her lips, kissing it. “my girl...” you smiled and hid your head in her neck. “all yours.” you answered.

she kissed your hand once more and kissed your wrist. you kissed her shoulder, feeling her warm skin under your lips.

you admired all the freckles she had on her shoulder, counting them. “s’pretty.” you whispered, kissing her soft skin. she kissed the top of your head. “i agree. you’re so pretty.” you scoffed.

you sat down on her lap, held her hands above her head and looked at her. you looked at her eyes, those blue eyes you loved so much, the one that felt like home when you looked into them. you looked at the scar on her cheek, and all the freckles that formed some sorts of constellations on her pretty face and leaned down to kiss her lips, softly. “prettiest girl ever.” you said against her lips.

she kissed you back, intertwining your fingers and putting your hands behind your back. “are we talking about you here?” she said, smiling. you shook your head and left her fingers to cup her cheeks.

you both stared deeply in each other’s eyes. “i love you s’much, abby.” she slightly turned her head to kiss one of your hands. “i love you so much too, my pretty girl. prettiest of them all. adore you so much.” you could feel yourself blushing at her words. you kissed her, laying back down on her chest, one of her hand in your hair, and the other holding one of your hands.

this was home. abby felt like home.

#abby anderson fluff #abby anderson #abby x fem!reader #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson x you #abby anderson tlou2 #abby tlou #the last of us #tlou2 #tlou #tlou abby

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httpsdana · 1 year

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Can you do prompt 1,2&3 for Eric Garcia thank you ml 🫶🏼🫶🏼

Perfect~Eric Garcia

*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*

I was listening to perfect by One Direction while writing this hehehe.

this is for my bae @utdlicha I hope you enjoy <33

you can request from my prompt list

this is my master list

players/drivers I write for

1-"Is that my t-shirt ?"

2-"come here"

3-"Look how perfect you look in my arms"

"mi amor! I'm home!" Eric yelled as soon as he stepped into his apartment.

He didn't hear any response from his girlfriend, however he did hear some music coming from the kitchen

Walking closer to the kitchen, the sound of 'Style' by Taylor Swift was getting higher.

As he reached the kitchen, he saw y/n singing the song she was hearing, swaying her hips as she was preparing dinner. But something caught his attention. The t-shirt of his that she was wearing, it looking three times bigger than it was on him.

He leaned against the door with a smile on his face, crossing his arms over his chest

y/n was still dancing, until she had to get something that was placed next to where Eric was standing. She turned around, jumping a bit as she found out about Eric's presence.

She placed her hand over her chest, taking deep breaths as her boyfriend just scared her by standing there without her realizing

"Eric! oh my god you scared the shit out of me" she slapped his chest slightly, making him chuckle and grab her hips, pulling her closer to him

"Is that my t-shirt ?" he asked, leaning down to brush his nose against hers

She shrugged her shoulders, biting a smile as blood rushed to her cheeks

"maybe" she mumbled, looking into his pretty brown eyes, placing her hands flat on his muscular chest

His smile flattered, while be leaned closer and closed the small gap between them, by pressing his lips against her, kissing her softly.

She pulled away before he could deepen their kiss, making him pout

"why don't you go shower while I finish dinner" she pushed him slightly away from her, turning her back to him to continue the food she was preparing

He groaned but nodded anyways, pressing a kiss on her head before walking to their room.

After a while, y/n was done preparing dinner and was setting up their table, when Eric walked out of the bedroom, a towel in his hand as he was still drying his hair.

"hmm this smells amazing" he hummed, placing the wet towel in the basket they had outside their bedroom

"it should be. I've been cooking it all day" she said sassily, in a joking manner, making Eric chuckle before he sat down on his chair, not before (ofc) pulling y/n's chairbso she can sit down

They began eating, asking each other about how their day was and if something interesting happened at work or training.

"I'll put these in dishwasher, go change this t-shirt. its getting cold. The hoodie I was wearing last night is on my chair" he ushered y/n to their bedroom, making her smile at how caring he was.

As she was changing her clothes, she heard the sound of thunder, making her flinch a bit at the loud sound. She slipped on Eric's hoodie quickly, before she went back to the living room, where Eric was.

As he saw y/n's slightly scared face, he smiled and opened his arms for her

"come here sweetheart" he said, before she jumped into his arms, sitting on his lap and wrapping her arms around his waist tightly.

He let out a sigh of satisfaction, tightening his grip around her shoulders. He pressed a kiss on the top of her head, making her snuggle deeper into his chest

"Look how perfect you look in my arms" he mumbled against her hair making her smile.

She looked up at him, and pressed a kiss on his jaw, before placing her head in the crook of his neck

"I love you Eric" she mumbled against his neck, pressing small kisses on it

"I love you more mi amor"

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agirlwiththoughtsandnegativity · 2 months

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the pond

this is kinda a stupid thing but I wanted to post it. I apologize for any spelling/grammar mistakes!

A pond sits in the corner of a 33 acre property, to the left of the old farmhouse but in front of the forest.

The pond sits there always, and it has never moved. Although its waters are clear and blue, under the surface it feels green with envy of the creatures who walk so freely, who go where they like.

It does not talk, it does not cry, and it does not smile, but it still feels feelings.

It watches barefoot little girls walk above it with a sad feeling, and imaginary tears in its eyes.

Frogs leap over it and it watches them jump, it wishes to be them, and wants for something more than just this life. A life of stillness but for ripples created by other people.

A life helpless and useless, idle and dumb. The pond yearns for a life where it is more than just water in a hole.

A girl in a lovely dress stands above the pond, looking down into the depths of the waters. She is the daughter of the farmer, and her appearance can only be described as unfortunate. She has an incredibly crooked nose, one eye that seems smaller than the other other, and extremely crooked teeth. To go with that all, the poor girl has half the brains of a chipmunk. She is a silly thing, and her aunt dresses her up in pretty dresses to attempt to hide all of that unfortunate unfortunateness.

Her hand lightly brushes across the water’s surface, and the pond looks up at her with a numb feeling. It wants to speak and ask her of what she is here for, but it cannot, and it instead must wait to see if she will speak it her herself.

“Oh little pond.” The girl says, emotion heavy in her voice. “Whatever do I have to do to end up with a life like yours? You have no worries, no troubles. I’m sure you’re quite content down there, just a pool of water in my backyard. You don’t even get sunburnt out here.”

If the pond had a face, it would be looking up at her with a glare. What does this stupid girl know about life as a pond?

She claims the pond has no woes, but surely it has more woes than her. She can walk! The pond thinks. She can talk! She can make expressions!

The farmer’s daughter must be truly silly to believe she is the one suffering hardship, the pond thinks to itself. So the pond starts ignoring the girl, tuning out her whining with thoughts of the trees above it.

Soon enough, the girl has bored herself and got up. The pond has not noticed, but she has shed a few tears in the time it’s been turning its thoughts away from her. But she must have now found her problems heard, and so she gets up and walks back up to that old farmhouse, not even looking back at the poor pond.

So the pond goes back to its sulking way’s and it thinks of how badly it wants to walk and talk and make faces and move. How badly it wants to be heard.

It does not ponder if everyone else feels similarly. If everyone who comes to get something of their chest, even the farmers daughter, feels powerless in a similar way. The pond doesn’t even think of it’s possibility.

#writing #poetry #books #writeblr #short story #orginal writing #creative writing #original writing #writer #my writing #original fiction #original character

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wandurrlust · 1 year

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14:27

Keiji sighs as the seemingly endless notifications continue to flood his phone. He decides to set the novel he's currently reading on the coffee table and switch off the device for once and for all. It was annoying really — the overly cheery happy birthday texts that his obnoxious classmates sent him.

That's right, today was the fifth of December — Akaashi Keiji's birthday.

It's not like every other birthday, though. Keiji usually doesn't huff in annoyance as his so-called friends spam the groupchat on his very special day — because you'd tell him how ignoring texts was rude.

Did you forget?

But you're not here this time and Keiji lets his disappointment get the best of him. It's only fair, isn't it? There hasn't been a single birthday he's spent without you, afterall. Fifth December has always been reserved for the two of you.

No, no, no. That couldn't be it. Surely, you wouldn't forget his birthday of all things, right?

He pushes himself off the wooden flooring and pinches the bridge of his nose — Keiji can feel an oncoming headache and he hates it.

Where the hell are you?

The shrill ringing of the doorbell around his studio apartment catches Akaashi off-guard — was it you at the door? Since when did you start knocking?

Keiji's ready to grumble and tell whoever it is that decided to show up at his door to mind their own damned business. Behind the hinged piece of wood however, stands a sight that quite literally makes him let out a squeal.

The furry creature dashes right through his studio apartment, yelping and sniffing around it's new environment.

Keiji turns to the door and a breathy chuckle escapes him — there you are, sporting a crooked smile with your frame clad in an oversized jumper.

He raises an eyebrow as you finally regain your breathing and step into his apartment. He's awaiting an explanation.

You sheepishly rub the nape of your neck, awkwardly maneuvering your arms over his lean frame, "Lilac wasn't cooperating Keiji, happy birthday."

Lilac. So you had named her already — despite having known just how much he'd have loved to christen your newfound company. But God, he can't bring himself to be mad at you.

So he lets your arms wrap around his frame, mimicking your actions and mentally slapping himself. Ofcourse you wouldn't forget his birthday.

Fifth Decembers were reserved for the two of you, afterall.

a/n : i'd actually written this for akaashi's birthday last year but oh well :') wanted to come up with some quick angst but yeah no. anyways, happy birthday to the bestest boy ever, i wholeheartedly love you keiji :) have a great one <33

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY KEIJI #best boy fr #i love him sm😭#akaashi x you #akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji #akaashi fluff #drabbles #haikyuu!!

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queerponcho · 3 months

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Transfixed | part 2

previous part | part 3

collage made by me with pictures from pinterest

moonknight!system x female!reader

a/n: Thank you, for all the lovely interactions I got with my first chapter! I'm glad you like it as much as I do and I hope this 2nd chapter meets your expectations<;33

Warnings: no use of Y/N, fluff, NOT beta read, gushing about the moonboys, flustered awkward dorks, plot-twists, Jake being a menace, (eventual smut, the chapters will be marked individually), inaccurate depictions of DID, egyptian mythology and religion (although I did extensive research I took liberty in changing some things to adhere to my plot...), if I missed anything or made any spelling mistakes pls don't hesitate to tell me!

Summary: You haven't seen Jake for a while and are sure you won't ever meet him again. In fact you've convinced yourself to be unbothered by that theory and are planning to live with it. In typical Jake fashion, those plans are to be disrupted with a surprise visit to his new, favourite part of town...

2,700 words

Two weeks later

You continue working on your latest hyperfixated studies in the library and try your best to forget about him. You knew it was probable that you weren't going to see him again. So you quickly went back to drawing the library kitten, when you weren't working at the shelter or studying. You tried your best to stick to the cat and really focus on her cute paws and the green spots in her honey coloured eyes…but even those somehow remind you of him. This of course brings back the feeling of you pressed between the bookshelf and his front. His thumb on your chin and his crooked nose so close to brushing yours…how in the hell were you supposed to forget? Him and his advances rivalled many good romances you had read about. The library was starting to feel stuffy so you decided to take a break from sketching and to go get a coffee in the cute place next door.

Giving the kitty one last treat before stepping out the door, you turn around to wave the cat goodbye ‘byeee barry! See you again soo-’ you stumble backwards over the sidewalk landing on someone. You’re about to apologise when-

‘we really gotta stop meetin’ like this, nena’ Like in any bad romance you meet him again by literally falling into Jake's lap. You look over your shoulder and see him smirking while resting his chin on your shoulder, making his face be much closer than you had expected. You scramble to your feet and dust off your sweater. Leaving him sitting on the floor. ‘Not even gonna help me up?? ay…que mala’ he tutted. He stands up swiftly, looking very pleased with himself.

‘Hello to you too Jake, i-if you could excuse me I really need to go get my coffee’ you say while you push past him, walking two steps but stopping when he stands in your way looking almost panicked.

‘W-wait wait darling, let me buy you a coffee…please?’

You almost make a comment about the very british nickname but are taken aback by his uncharacteristic pleading eyes. It seemed very unlike him but you weren't about to refuse the pretty man you’ve been pining over. ‘Alright- Sure Jake, let's get coffee’ you say smiling but feeling like something's off. You walk slightly ahead, leading him to the nearby cafe. You can see Jake in your peripheral vision, he looked really nervous, seemed to be twitching weirdly and muttering some intelligible things. Maybe he was just in his head about something...you didnt wanna pay it any mind. You entered the „Moonbean “ café. It was this cute and cosy place with lots of natural light and many plants. After you get your ice coffee and Jake (to your surprise) buys himself a black tea with oat milk and honey, you sit down at a corner booth.

‘Ssso, ahem Jake. Is there anything you wanted to tell me or..?’ you ask, trying to make this situation seem like a normal sircumstance. ‘um yes! Or well no…it's kinda hard to explain but I need to know how you know…well- me..?’ he says while glancing into your eyes intently. ‘...okay, Jake I don't follow..’ you laugh awkwardly. ‘Okay so here's the deal' he rubs his hand over his face distressedly, 'I have DID, also known as dissociative identity disorder a-and we are two people in this system. Marc and Steven- well me! Steven' he takes a deep breath and keeps going. 'So, I wanted to have a coffee with you because we have been feeling like there might be a third consciousness, sharing our body that we don't know about...’ Steven says just a smidge too fast ‘...okay…Steven…what makes you think I have got any information on this third consciousness?’ you ask genuinely curious. You have read about DID but you have never actually talked to anybody that lived with it.

‘Well…you did call me Jake about five times which leads me to think that erm- you might know a thing or two about him.’ just now you noticed how his entire presence was completely different from Jakes. Jake led with his chest and had a confident smirk practically glued on his face. Steven on the other hand looked tired and like he wanted to hide from any discomfort around him. His shoulders were rounded and his eyes looked like those of a lost puppy in need of a hug, which you were very inclined to give him. Unfortunately for you, his lack of confidence did not make him any less attractive. Which meant you still couldn't tear your eyes away from his features and had to work hard on not embarrassing yourself like last time. Remembering you had to answer him you perked up ‘right, well- I only know him in passing. How come you knew he was at the library?’ you say trying to redirect his attention away from your potentially…strange connection to Jake, don’t really wanna out yourself as a stalker…‘Funny story actually- erm I found this wood-panel in my floor that had a burner phone, gloves, a flat-cap and a small notebook with a folded piece of paper hidden inside. These items confirmed mine and Marc's belief that there might be a third. What surprised us more tho, is what we saw when we unfolded the paper…let me..’ he clears his throat and reaches into his satchel, he hands you the paper but looks to the side, avoiding eye-contact. You unfold it…and immediately want to die. ’oh fuck me- so um- w-what made you think it had anything todo with the- um, library?’ You try to keep your composure but it's very hard when the drawing was of course the sketch he’d taken from your collection two weeks ago. Naturally, he’d gotten his hands on one of the more "racey" drawings you’d drawn of him, you weren't entirely surprised that stalking a handsome stranger could ever come back to haunt you.

‘So the paper has a footnote printed on it with an address…see? Right here a-above my- well Jakes bound wrists- ahem well yes so then w-we came here and bumped into you…’ his sentence died out and he shyly looked away while blushing. Steven was an adorable man, you were finding it hard to really focus on this serious conversation when all you could think about was how his hair was so unruly this time and his curls were bouncing above his eyebrows, making him look even prettier. How he wears his clothes two sizes too big, hiding his broad shoulders beneath 4 different layers of fabric. You snap out of it ‘so um- any idea who drew it?’ you ask while feeling a warm sensation crawl up your back and your heart-beat increasing ever so slightly. ‘Well- since it’s more…intimate in nature we assume he is perhaps seeing someone..?’ Inhaling sharply you try to stay calm. You really didn't want to tell them that you, a stranger, drew this but seeing Steven so exhausted and distressed convinced you to do the right thing. ‘ um- so..ahhh well…I drew that…’ You closed your eyes and squinted, opening one eye to see Stevens reaction. He was frozen, you swallow strenuously ‘um- Steven..? Everything okay…?’ you ask reluctantly.

He stares into your eyes and is blushing intensely, looking like a red traffic-light. He's so cute. ‘Yes! I am fine- sorry love, I-I just did not exp-’

‘not expect that a total stranger would draw a lewd picture of you? Well, yes I definitely understand that notion’ you laugh. Funnily enough, Steven's nervousness was helping you calm down a bit and not feel as awkward. But something tells you that having this conversation with Jake would've absolutely killed you. ‘Yeah, I also did not expect to immediately run into the artist behind our one and only clue about…Jake, is his name?’

‘Y-yes his name is Jake..’ even just saying his name made you feel flustered. Steven noticed your change of demeanour and found it pretty interesting, choosing to interrogate a bit further. ‘Darling- you were saying you know Jake in passing. Would you mind telling us more about the times you saw him? ’

Were all of this man's personalities into giving you heart-melting nicknames? Maybe someday you’d get to meet Marc well enough to find out… you can’t stop your mind from conjuring up a rom-com-like sequence with them…baking together and going grocery shopping, getting caught making out in your paradise library and going home to keep climbing him like- a hand waving in front of your face interrupts your intriguing daydream. 'Are you okay, love? I know this is a lot to process- if you need a break just tell me, yeah?’

‘oh! Yes! I mean no- I am fine. Sure Steven, I'll tell you about Jake.’ You sit up in your chair and begin to tell him about seeing Jake for the first time. He puts his elbows on the table leaning in, not wanting to miss a single detail of your story.

‘-so yeah then he walked out with this thick leather bound book. It had some Moons carved onto it's cover, that's all I can remember. Then I didn't see him for about a month, until he came back last week to return the book.’ You notice Steven's eyes light up at your mention of the moon-details.

‘he didn't buy the book?’

‘he couldn't, the book is a unique scripture and can only be loaned for a maximum of 30 days.’

‘okay…but something still confuses me. When did you meet him, if he only came back to return the book- and how did he even get the drawing you made of him?’ God, you really didnt wanna talk about this. Maybe you could find a way around actually telling him about what happened, to avoid the embarrassment. ‘Well- he came in and gave back the book. Then he went to look around …and we accidentally bumped into each other. I dropped all my things and he picked up the drawing and kept it without me knowing. We introduced ourselves to each other aand…that's it! Then he left!’

‘huh…are you sure that's all that happened?’ He says, his eyes turning darker. you were starting to sweat. You never were a very good liar, especially if attractive people were the ones asking the questions. ‘Mhm! Yeah. That's all’ you haven’t been looking him in the eyes. Jake might have intense and hooded eyes but Steven had impossibly earnest and rounded eyes. You could never lie while looking into such an adorable face. only you hadn’t noticed that the man before you wasn't Steven anymore- ‘hola hermosa. You miss me?’ your head whips back towards him at the familiar nickname. In the short amount of time he had somehow, slid over to your side of the booth. ‘Chiquita…why don't you wanna tell him the truth, ah? You scared he might leave when you tell him about your...stalkerish tendencies? Steven is a smart man, he won't leave such a gorgeous woman behind...’ he winks at you moving closer so your thighs touch.

‘Jake- what is going on. Why aren't you talking to Steven? He’s saying he doesn't know anything about you- fuck me this is all too much’ You say exasperated. You jolt up feeling his breath on your neck. ‘mmh querida i’d love too but I think this cafe might not be the best place for such…improper activities…’ by now he's long moved into your personal space and started caressing you right above your knee, still breathig over your neck. ‘Jake- i-i am being serious I-’ His hand moves up your thigh gingerly and he starts grazing his nose over the spot under your ear. You’ve already forgotten what you were even talking about and why you were even in this coffee-shop to begin with. Your eyes were fluttering and you were breathing deeply trying to stay calm, feeling his hot breath fan over your neck. Once again, trapped between his chest and wooden furniture. He smelled so good, like dark coffee and vanilla, mirroring the bitter sweet smell of Stevens black tea perfectly. If you could buy his smell as a laundry detergent you would douse your linens in it. He circles his arm around your back and waist and lets it rest on your hip. You expose your neck further to him, inviting him in to keep going. You hear him chuckle and wait for him to start kissing your neck. Just as his lips are about to touch you, you feel his hand twitch on your hip, causing your eyes to snap open. You were surprised to see a pair of round and frantic eyes staring right back at yours.

‘Oh Jesus christ! I am SO sorry, love. I don't know what came over me! P-please I promise. I really can’t contro-’ you cut in before he could continue his panicked rambling.

‘Steven, it's okay! Don't worry, I-I understand this isn't really something you can control. No need to panic.’ you give him a warm smile which he returns with a blush. Putting your hand on his shoulder trying to reassure him with your gentle touch. His rather dreamy expression gets interrupted by a tense and pensive one. He shakes his head, seemingly shaking off his serious expression. You let go of his shoulder, placing your hand back in your lap.

‘so- just- just based on observations I-I just feel like you might be closer to Jake than you first led us to believe…?’ It wasn't as much a question as it was a statement. You really needed to come clean, even though this would most probably leave you a blubbering, flustered mess.

‘Alright, yes. But it’s not what you think- we never actually did anything intimate…we-we just came a bit close to it like twice or something…’

‘close to what exactly? Darling, i-i don't mean to be rude but we are still talking about things that happened with my body here, so I’d really like to know what happened...?’ You understand why he is getting frustrated but this was really hard to tell someone. Especially because this someone looked exactly like the person who you were just pressed against mere moments ago-

he interrupted your train of thought by calling out your name ‘sweetheart- please. I'm begging you to just tell me what happened’ he takes your hands in his making your arms tingle ‘yes! sorry Steven- this is just a lot to process. Okay i’ll tell you…’ You finally told him about the second “meet-cute”, when you dropped your things because you bumped into Jake after being too focused on his features and had lost sight of him. How he got closer and closer to you and you were trapped between him and the bookshelf. How you, just as before, brushed noses and almost kissed before being forced out of your bubble. After relaying the past events between you and Jake, you looked up from your twiddling fingers and were greeted by a glowing red Steven. He was tugging on the loose skin around his fingernails and had his hands barely peeking out of his too-long sweater, looking right past you. He had a sheen covering his face and couldn’t stop fidgeting.

‘Steven i am really sorry if i made you feel uncomfortable, if I’d known…I just- I- I don’t think you understand-’

Now he refocused his gaze on your eyes and looked even more stunned than before. ‘Sorry to be so forward but- ugh just look at you! How the hell was I not supposed to study you?! You are every artist's dream, with those angular facial features and the inky black curls adorning your head I just can't believe you are this unaware of the effect you have on a room. I know I sound like an absolute cree-’ before you can keep going he cuts you off ‘Would you like to go on a date with me?’

You stopped talking, mouth open without a sound coming out of it. Did he just ask you out?

‘I- if you don’t want too I unde-‘

‘NOno! I mean YES- yes I’d love to go on a date with you, Steven…’ you bit your lip, trying to contain your grin and saw that Steven was doing the same.

You gave him your number and left him alone in the coffee shop. After turning around to wave goodbye one last time you cross the street and walk home. ‘Oh my god’ you giggle to yourself and make your way home.

a/n: I am so happy you guys liked the first chapter of this fic and hope you like this one aswell!! more chapters are comin' with more tension and plot-twists aaand maybe even a certain marc...

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