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jamiewintons · 1 year

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The Perfect Husband (William Agar/F!Reader)

Summary: Only two months into your marriage, you notice something interesting about your husband.

Tags/Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY). Married William/Reader. Dom!William. Praise Kink. Marking/Hickeys. Unprotected Sex. Hair Pulling.

A/N: My first time writing a fic for William! This is one of the fics for my request event, and the prompts this time were “William Agar + Marking/Hickeys + Praise”. I hope you enjoy, and reblogs and comments are always appreciated.

Word Count: 1326

William Taglist: @pink-booty-butts, @demontoucansam, @the-fandomgremlin, @glow-inthe-darkstarz, @memelous-mrs-maisel, @agir1ukn0w, @alinearecta, @definetlynotasmutaccount, @clydethesnake

Everyone likes to be praised on occasion, to know that their efforts don’t go unnoticed by those around them, of that you are sure. But you were beginning to believe that William — your husband of a little over two months — was somewhat different in this aspect.

Whenever you praised him, regardless of what it was for, he would end up awfully flustered, his face flushing a pleasing shade of red. At first, you thought it was simply that he was flattered, but it didn’t take you long to realise that it was something more than that. He was aroused by your simple, sweet words.

Once you noticed this, you decided to closely observe him in other social situations. Being praised by others — which unfortunately didn’t happen that frequently, his work often went unnoticed and unappreciated — didn’t have the same effect on him. He would be flattered, yes, but he would not be aroused whatsoever, which you were certainly glad for. If he did get aroused by other people's praise, you're sure you would find yourself quite jealous.

So, he was aroused by your praise, and your praise alone. That had given you an idea, one that you were excited to try out, and you knew that you wouldn’t have to wait long to do so.

You and William have grown quite fond of your… marital activities, and have a tendency to perform them often. Almost every night, in fact, and tonight was no different.

Here you are, in your bed together, both completely bare and in the throes of passion. You are straddling William’s lap, his cock buried deep inside of you and his mouth almost always attached to your neck. His large hands hold onto your hips with an almost bruising grip, controlling the pace of your movements.

Both of you usually found it quite difficult to speak during these times, barely able to string together a basic sentence without moaning loudly or completely forgetting what you wanted to say. But you wished to test something, so you fought through the fog of your arousal and primal instincts to speak your thoughts aloud.

“William,” you gasp, feeling his teeth scrape gently against the sensitive flesh of your neck. Your arms, which are wrapped around his back, squeeze him tighter. “William, my God, you feel incredible.”

You’re rewarded with a deep groan against your skin, so you decide to keep this going. “Y-you always make me feel so good, William. I…I wish that we never had to leave this bed.” His grasp on your hips tightens, and he starts thrusting up into you a little faster. You whine, bringing one of your hands up to tangle in his soft hair, tugging gently.

At this, William’s kisses and nips to your throat grow more passionate. You can tell now that if he carries on like this, he is most certainly going to leave marks. The thought of your husband leaving his mark on you, claiming you as his own, turns you on even further, your lower stomach burning with desire. Of course later, you would have to find some way to cover them up - walking around with those kinds of marks on full display would be simply - but in this moment, you wished for him to leave little purple bruises all over your body.

You sob out William’s name again as his hand comes to your breast, squeezing and massaging, while he continued his relentless assault on your neck. He looks up at you for just the slightest moment, but the animalistic glint in his eye has you grabbing at his hair even harder.

You’re teetering on the edge, so close, yet you know you need something a little more to push you over it. “William, please…” you breathe, at this point struggling even more so to speak when everything feels so overwhelmingly good. “I can’t take it anymore, please, darling, I need to come.” You continue to babble vague praise, about how good it feels to be fucked by him, and how much you need to feel him inside of you, before William finally withdraws from you.

William is often like a different man during sex, much more dominant and assertive, though clearly still only thinking of your pleasure and satisfaction. He manoeuvres your body on the bed and you allow him to do so, with you on your hands and knees facing the headboard, while he is positioned behind you, tightly gripping your plush hips once again.

You don’t even need to speak for William to get back to work, his painfully hard cock entering your sensitive, dripping cunt. You let out a loud, shuddering moan at the feeling, this position allowing him to hit deeper spots than was possible before. You’re gripping onto the pillow in front of you for dear life, honestly beginning to worry that you might tear it apart with your fingernails by accident. William’s unabashed moans from behind you and the way he’s roughly thrusting into you has you tightening around him, just about ready to burst.

You’re quite incapable of speaking once your orgasm hits you, but your sobs and the way your arms give out from under you from the pleasure is all of the praise that William needs. You’re fluttering around him as he closes his eyes and grits his teeth, trying to prolong the euphoric feeling.

Though you thought yourself no longer capable of speech, all of a sudden, your voice returns to you and you’re begging, begging in a tone that you don’t even recognise as your own. You had thought that in the short time you have been married, the two of you had already reached the pinnacle of passion and bliss, but every night you were proven wrong. “William, I need to feel you come undone, I need you to fill me, darling, please!” You hear a sharp gasp from William, his fingers digging deeper. Only one, two more thrusts of his hips and he stills, and he does as you asked, spilling his warmth inside of you.

Both of you are breathing heavily, with you falling down onto the bed, completely and utterly exhausted. It takes a moment for William to move, slowly pulling out of you and making you whimper thanks to now feeling empty. He practically collapses onto the bed beside you, taking a few deep, laboured breaths, before he snaps back to reality.

“Oh, darling… I am so sorry.” When you look over to him, William’s eyes are wide in utter shock at what he has done. He’s studying the marks all over your neck, a mess of red and purple bruises. “I don’t know what came over me. Please forgive me, my love.”

You smile at the familiarity of William's words. It was like this every single time. “William, dear. How many times must I tell you that I enjoy the way you are when we make love?” With much effort, you move closer to William, gently stroking his cheek with your thumb, looking into his eyes with such love. “And especially this time. I would not have been praising you like that if I did not enjoy it.”

“Are you sure?” William asks you seriously, his eyebrows furrowed in a quizzical expression. “You’re not simply saying that because I am your husband and you feel like you must?”

“Of course not, dear. If I ever feel uncomfortable, I will make sure to tell you right away.” You nuzzle into William’s neck, still smiling. You relish in how warm his bare skin feels against your own. “Though I doubt I will ever need to. You are the most perfect husband a woman could ask for.”

You see William’s eyes darken yet again with lust, and feel his cock already beginning to twitch back to life at just the smallest bit of praise. A grin spreads over your face, knowing that your activities for tonight are far from over.

#william agar x reader #william agar imagine #william agar smut #william agar fanfiction #quacks imagine #bbc quacks imagine #quacks fanfiction #bbc quacks fanfiction #x reader smut #x reader fic #x reader fanfiction #mari's stuff #nsft text

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quackkryak · 7 months

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What if Ramon was in Sparks of Hope or smth

#imagine if he's gonna be antagonistic at first in dlc and u need to fight him at the start lmaoo #rayman #mario rabbids sparks of hope #captain laserhawk #rayman fanart #ramon #mario rabbids #captain laserhawk spoilers #mario rabbids fanart #mario + rabbids sparks of hope #rayman in the phantom show #quack art

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lesbianfakir · 2 months

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The ONLY romantic fakiru dynamic I will accept is fakir fighting for his life to bring a duck into a fancy restaurant so they can have a nice anniversary dinner

#like ignore the logistics of bringing a duck into a restaurant #imagine you’re at a fancy Italian place and this guy is sitting at the table next to you #and sitting across from him is a duck propped up in a high chair #she’s eating from a bowl of peas on the table as politely as if she was a person #and this guy is having a conversation with the duck #like a full one sided conversation #sometimes the duck quacks and the guy will laugh like she made a joke #imagine #imagine this world with me #princess tutu #anyways all this to say I think fakir would treat her the same as he did when she was a human #and he’d get routinely frustrated that ducks can’t go all the places peolle go #I love queerplatonic fakiru but guy who’s girlfriend is a literal duck is too funny to pass up

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skeleton-bees · 1 year

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY QUACKITY I HOPE HE HAS THE BEST DAY EVER (also out there gettin old/j) OKAY ANYWAY WE KNOW THE DRILL PICTURES

quackity pictures to make everyone smile on this special day

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ducklooney · 3 months

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If the Quack Pack reboot happens to be made, and is a sequel to Ducktales 2017, the only thing I want is for Huey, Dewey, and Louie to wear pants and for Louie to wear a backwards baseball cap, because I can't imagine it any other way. I just can't, sorry. Of course, their personalities from DT17 would remain, only their clothes would be different. And Louie would look better with backwards cap than without it.

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duskdragonxiii · 4 months

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Compare my comic to hazbin hotel again. I dare you. I'll literally kill you. Beyond the End came first and has way more meaning. I hate you

#quacks #not to vent but im literally sick of this #it doesnt matter how hard i work whenever i mention my comics concept its met with oh like hazbin or helluva #its not. its not even remotely like it #how do you have so little imagination #i hate to tell you this but cartoon bastardizations of heaven and hell have existed for longer than your shit demon family guy #this is the ONE thing that drives me up the wall

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weird0strawberry · 2 months

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hello, its me again I'm going to give you rabbit facts. - rabbits don't like carrots that much actually, having too many can actually hurt their immune systems, its amazing as a treat though, Usually they prefer greens, like Lettuce or Celery, And the tops of carrots are their favorites. - they can pass out from fear / fall over, or even, die from it. - Rabbits are very sensitive creatures and need a based diet with fruits, vegetables and most preferably store made kibble. If their diet is interrupted, or say they only get potatoes for multiple months, that can lead to lots of issues for the rabbit and lead to problems with their stomach, or even problems with their movement skills, since rabbits need a very special diet! - Rabbits love cuddling eachother, they love affection in general, rabbits will rub their noses together as affection, or even play fight / chase eachother around, rabbits that are bonded will groom/clean eachother regularly and cuddle at bedtime, they need someone to have with them or they will become lonely and depressed, if their rabbit friend suddenly disappears they will also get sad and grieve, a good way to keep a rabbit from being depressed is giving them a stuffed animal that resembles a rabbit that has furr they can clean or mimic grooming with, and cuddle. They're very social creatures. - Rabbits feet are very sensitive, they need to have a place to stand on that isn't hot or hard on the feet, like, wood as an example, usually cages with bottoms that are empty have wooden platforms for the rabbit to stand on, since without those they can get soles on their feet, or they can loose some motor skills. - Rabbits ears are very sensitive, they need to be cleaned regularly by either the rabbit itself or their mate, If not cleaned regularly they will get infections easily, which are nasty. - Rabbits do not like ducks. - Rabbits usually have a lot of energy and are very agile creatures, being in a cage all day is very bad for them if they cannot run around enough, letting them out of the cage is good for them and letting them run around your house or outside is something that can keep your rabbit healthy and happy. - Rabbits are very prone to overheating. - Again with the potato thing, usually with my experience atleast rabbits aren't very fond of potatoes, they prefer more green vegetables, my rabbits always chose lettuce or celery over potatoes, even strawberries. Or any other plant i offered. i love rabbits if you want more lmk

so what I’m hearing is that Pandora’s vault,,, might not be the most enriching environment for rabbits lol

but as for rabbit hybrid c!dream god,,, it would be fucking tragic that hey, even if c!q didn’t particularly target mobility or his feet or burn him, just the mere fact of being in Pandora’s vault is doing permanent damage. Torture made it worse, but some of the hardest to recover from things are just collateral damage of the prolonged suffering imprisonment in a lava box and malnourishment/starvation do to someone

also hhhh c!punz/c!techno/someone tenderly bandaging damaged feet/ears that c!dream just got so used to ignoring… a wound left to fester so long, it’s become part of you… a mark for c!sam to be proud of

#alos v sry that this is late<3 I would love more bunny/rabbit stuff!#also u mentioned the thing with duck and now I’m imagining c!dre making #growling and hissing sounds and q furiously quacks at him LOL #it v funny in my head #ghostywisp #weird asks

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brokendreamscreation · 14 days

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@asfeathers I need to know, when St Peter drops something does he go “OOOOOHH~ No!”

#asfeathers #(It is 5AM and this joke has me in TEARS)#(CAN YOU IMAGINE?!)#ooc: alakazam #shitposting: quacks me up #suggestive tw

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cottagedreamy · 1 year

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My excuse for this is because ducks are hard to draw

#quack pack #dewey duck #ducktales 2017 #ducktales #my art #louie duck #duckverse #huey dewey and louie #huey duck #And also because I liked to imagine them as humans! I want to make a colored version sometime #Have you noticed that I always draw Huey with glasses? It's because I think he would be more stylish that way #I LOVE THOSE DUCKS GRRR

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picory · 11 months

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sometimes it's hard to believe one of our yorkshire terriers is 13 years old ☹️ her passing will be devastating to everyone in the family but mom especially.... she better live for 20 years 👊💥

#i can't imagine a life without that little bitchy doggy.....#quacks

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jamiewintons · 1 year

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Going on a carriage ride with William where things get heated would include…

Requested by: Anonymous. Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY). Married!William/Reader. William Taglist: @pink-booty-butts, @demontoucansam, @the-fandomgremlin, @glow-inthe-darkstarz, @memelous-mrs-maisel, @agir1ukn0w, @definetlynotasmutaccount, @thingses-and-stuffses (Please fill this form out if you want to be added!)

● During the early days of your marriage, you and William would go through a phase where you absolutely cannot keep your hands or lips off each other. Your passion for each other wouldn't fade, of course, but you'd find it easier to control yourselves later.

● You would enjoy how easy it is for you to turn your husband on. The fact that he desires you as much as you desire him would make you feel powerful in a way.

● When you have the time, you and William would enjoy taking carriage rides together, and even then, both of you would still be as insatiable as always.

● You'd be sitting together in the carriage when suddenly, you'd place your hand on William's thigh. He'd look over at you, his cheeks flushing pink.

● Ever so slowly, you would move your hand upwards, with William unable to keep his eyes off of you.

● William would be hard already just from that simple touch, but you'd take things further. You'd begin to palm him through his trousers, and he'd bite his lip to try and stop any sounds from escaping him.

● However, he would have to speak up when you begin unbuttoning his trousers.

● "Dear, is this really the place...?" William would ask you in a strained voice, his pupils blown out with lust for you despite his words.

● "My love, you wouldn't want anyone to see you like this, would you?" you would inquire teasingly in reply, indicating to his very visible erection. You remove one of your gloves and tuck it into the front of your dress. "Please, allow me to be a good wife and take care of it for you."

● William would bite down on his lip yet again when he feels your hand grasping his cock, gently but firmly. He wouldn't be able to decide whether to watch your hand touch him or your face, with your tempting coy smile.

● Soon his body would make the decision for him, as William would have to close his eyes tightly as you pumped him in your hand.

● Having William completely at your mercy would turn you on even more. Your hand would move faster at this point, while William's own hand comes to grip your thigh, over your dress.

● William would barely be able to contain his noises when he comes all over your hand, biting his lip so hard that he nearly draws blood. You would slowly continue stroking him until he's spent, breathing heavily while his thighs still tremble a little.

● You would take a handkerchief from William's pocket and wipe the mess he made off of your hand, though not before taking a quick little taste. William feels himself beginning to get turned on again as he watches your tongue dart out to lick your finger.

● "It is very important that we get home as soon as possible," William would tell you breathlessly, as you finish cleaning your hand and put your glove back on.

● You would be able to tell from the look in William's eye, that you would not be leaving your bedroom for quite a few hours once you arrived home.

Requests for fics/drabbles, headcanons, and character preferences are currently OPEN!

#william agar x reader #william agar x you #would include #william agar imagine #bbc quacks imagine #quacks imagine #william agar headcanon #bbc quacks headcanon #quacks headcanon #mari's stuff #nsft text

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lady-of-glass-and-bone · 2 years

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Affectionate

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: just fluff, some cursing, talking about kissing like A LOT, reader is very lightly implied to be bisexual

A/N: I did it! I wrote more fic finally! This is very self indulgent and I honestly don’t care. I am the definition of ‘just take it, i can’t look at it anymore’ right now. Don’t mind the ending *waves vaguely* it is what it is.

"Oh."

Oh?

You never should have said anything.

"Is that- bad? Like a deal breaker bad?"

That seems to snap Eddie out of his stunned silence.

"No, no it's not bad, just-"

"Weird" you supply, resisting the urge to sigh heavily.

"No! I mean, maybe, but not a bad weird" Eddie leans forward, hunching over and desperately trying to meet your eyes.

You can barely keep sustained eye contact with Eddie during a regular conversation, so now, when you've just laid one hell of a wild card on the table, it's damn near impossible.

"But it's not. . . normal" the last word slips out from between your lips, heavy with disgust, and you squeeze your eyes shut.

You the expect questions to come next. 'How can you not like kissing? Is it just me you don't like kissing?' And then, possibly, the accusations. 'Are you too afraid to say you want to break up? That's a really shitty thing to do, making up excuses.'

"Hey, hey hey, can I- shit, is it still okay if I touch you?" Eddie's voice is miles from his usual playful tone, worrisome laced with trepidation.

"What? Yeah, of course you can" eyes snapping open you see, for the first time, Eddie Munson looking nervous. And he's looking directly at you.

"Just wanted to make sure" he reaches out slowly, palms facing up and you gently grip your hands around his.

Well shit, now you feel even worse.

"Eddie, this isn't because of you or anything, I promise, I've just never liked it"

"You're sure? I didn't do anything that made you uncomfortable?"

"Absolutely not" you shake your head, scooting yourself closer until your knees knock into his, giving his hands another squeeze.

Now, when his deep brown eyes meet yours, you ignore the urge to glance elsewhere, not letting the irregular little flutter your heart does sway your intentions. He needs to understand.

"After I had my first kiss, I just thought that I had to get better at it, or maybe find someone who didn't just stick their tongue in my mouth and-" you shiver at the memory, the slimy feeling, and frantically rinsing your mouth out afterwards.

"That bad?" Eddie smirks, face lightening up just a little.

"Ugh, it was so bad" you chuckle "and I knew it wasn't unusual to have a bad first kiss but then the second wasn't any better, or the third and that was with Keri too!"

"Keri Schneider? You kissed Keri Schneider?!"

"Several times"

"Oh man, I really am dating a secret badass" Eddie groans and lets himself sink backwards until he's sprawled out on the floor of his bedroom.

"Do you know how to be serious? I just told you I hate kissing, when it's like, the main way everyone in the world shows physical affection" you roll your eyes and nudge his legs to the side so you can crawl your way to hover over your prone boyfriend.

"I am being serious!" he reaches up to cup your cheeks, smile bordering on stupidly happy "and kissing is sooo not the only way to show physical affection"

"I know that!" you scoff, feeling your face warm up at the mention "But your okay with this? With me not wanting-"

"To suck face? Of course, I'm not gonna make you do anything you don't wanna, ever" he tells you seriously.

You could collapse right there on top of him out of pure relief but just because he's okay with it, it doesn't soothe all of your anxieties.

"But what now? Do we just not kiss?"

"Well that depends on you, sweet cheeks, sit on the edge of the bed for me?" he gives your face a soft squeeze before letting go and giving you a shoo motion with his ever expressive hands.

Trying not to frown in question you sit up on your knees, maneuvering yourself up and back, fumbling ungracefully up onto the bed just behind you. And Eddie watches you the whole time. It's only when you're settled that he moves to kneel on the floor before you.

"So, my fair one, do you not like being kissed anywhere or is it just on the mouth?" he asks, resting his chin atop your knees, looking up at you with a worshipful shine in his eyes.

His hands, which remain respectfully on either side of you, fiddle with the mussed sheets of his bed that you suspect (know for a fact) he never makes.

"Uh, well, sometimes I don't mind one on the lips, if it's quick" your fingers tangle nervously together on you lap, eyes darting around the room.

"Nothing of the French variety though? Strictly close mouthed?" he lifts a brow in question.

Trying not to give him a laugh, you nod your head.

"Good, aaand these?" he grabs your hands, gently unknotting them and bringing them up to his face as if to inspect each of your fingers one at a time, the metal of his rings soothing against your tense muscles.

"I'm not sure" you flex your fingers, eyes fully fixed on Eddie's down turned face.

"Tell me if you don't like something I do then?" he looks up at you from beneath his lashes and the edge of his untamed bangs.

"'Kay" you vaguely recognize how breathless you sound.

But then his lips are brushing over your knuckles, skating up and landing a tender light kiss to the backs of your hands. Left and then the right.

"Alright?" his rough fingertips circle your wrists, turning your forearms up and tracing an uneven line to the crooks of your elbows, leaving a warm impression of his mouth there as well, making you shiver.

"Yes" you whisper, relaxing your thighs to let him slip between your legs, unable to take your eager eyes of his face.

He continues up to your shoulder, kissing the fabric of your shirt and giving you a questioning look, you nod quicker this time, leaning down to bump your forehead against his and let him move slowly over your collar.

Following the fabric of your shirt with his nose, tickling you with his unruly hair, he plants yet another kiss at the base of your throat. You hum happily, leaning into him, lifting your arms and wrapping them loosely around him.

"Did I find a good spot?" his voice is warm, face nuzzling deep in the crook of your neck, the pressure of his body leaning against yours keeping you both steady.

Facing burning at the idea, your simply nod, feeling him track his way up the side of your neck with plush kisses. Mouth open enough for his hot breath to raise goosebumps, sucking just a bit when he finds a spot that makes you tangle your fingers in his hair tight.

He has you in a daze, eyes fallen shut and a boneless feeling of ease flooding through you and you don't realize why he's stopped, why he's cupping the back of your neck, frowning up at you.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asks, wiping underneath your eyes at the dampness there.

Oh.

"Nothing, it's not bad" you smile, can't help but smile at him, even through the tears "I just thought something was wrong with me for so long and you just- you were just you and said 'okay'"

"There was just never anything wrong with you to begin with"

"I know but hearing it, feeling it, it means a lot, like more than you can imagine" you feel helpless to come up with the right words to explain the burden you feel is lifted from you.

Eddie just beams up at you, fingers stroking whatever skin they can reach on your neck, just a different kind of affection.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #stranger things #stranger things 4 #duck quacks

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maxismp1 · 2 years

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May I request reader comforting c!quackity? I'd imagine he'd get nightmares after everything he's been through. I'm a sucker for fluff!

Hello hello my dear, ofc I can do that

"Wake up my love"

Quackity x reader

An peaceful night at Las Navedas. The lights were out, all of those flashy colourful light. There wasn't a sound, no music nor people talking or screaming. Just peace and Quietness filled the country.

In a room, made almost from just glass. In the King size bed, there were lying two people. The owner of the country, the duck hybrid Quackitty, and his love, a dove hybrid, y/n

Her big wings wrapped around his body, his head under her chin, almost at her chest. They had lots of work that day, but that didn't bother them. At least it didn't bother her. Him however, it was a different thing. All that work, plus the situation that happend while ago, that made him lose his eye. It still bothered him, tonight in particular

He was having a nightmare, Technoblade was there, and you. This time he wasnt going to kill him, no, he was going to kill his dove, his love. And he couldn't do anything, only thing he heard was you saying something

"Love, wake up" he looked at you, "what do you mean?

"U have to wake up, my love "

"What..?" With his question, the piglin hybrid had swong his pickaxe right true your head

"NOOO!!"

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"No..!"

"Love! Wake up!"

And he did, panting,looking around, only to see you having your wings wrapped around him once again.

"You.. you are alive.." he hugged you with all his strength "I-i though you left me, oh my, pleas don-dont, my lord."

"Hey hey hey, my love, calm down. I'm still here" slowly you unwrapped his hand and put it on your chest, right on your heart "do you hear it, do you feal it? I'm still here, I'm alive" he really did feel it, it was beating in a ritam.

Bringing your hand up to his cheek, whipping the tear he didn't even know he had. "Hush my love, u need rest. I won't leave you, and I'm not planing on to"

He relaxed in your arms, his breath coming to his normal rhythm. It has passed at least 20 minutes until he was fast asleep in your arms once again. With a small, yet tired smile, you laid him back on the bed, your wings around him and not planing on letting him go.

It was a short terror, but it wasn't a big one. His nightmares might hunt him till his last life, but everything was alright while you were with him.

Hello my loves, I hope you liked this especially the person that requested this. Like always the request are open

Good bye for now

#c!quackity #quackity x reader #quackity #quack pack #quackity x y/n #quackity x you #quackity imagines

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pink-booty-butts · 1 year

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Valentine’s Day Prompts - Elderberries & Chrysanthemums (William Agar x Reader)

Pairing: William Agar x gn!Reader

Word Count: 1,798

Summary: William is sick and you take care of him! Based on a prompt from this list (I decided to switch the roles bc I did Jamie taking care of you for the fic based on the same prompt, but if anyone wants me to do a version of William taking care of you I’d be down for that so just lmk!!)

Warnings: mentions of sickness, but other than that it’s all fluff and cute! (At least, I hope lmao)

A/N: requested by @thingses-and-stuffses, sorry it took me so long to write this!! i know i’m literally the worst lmao. This is my first time writing for William, so I’m SO SORRY if he’s ooc and if this fic sucks haha but I hope you and everyone else enjoys this fic!! :3 <3

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Your eye spring open as you are woken by the sound of loud, gravely coughs. Your head was currently resting on William’s chest, so you tilted your head upwards to look at his face for answers. You see his eyes are shut and his lips are slightly parted; presumably so he could breathe more easily. You lean your elbow on the mattress while shifting your body upwards so you can check his temperature with the back of your hand, and his eyes slowly open to look at your concerned face. William looks up at you lovingly before his eyes widen in realization and he starts shifting away from you.

“My love, please stay away! I would hate for you to become sick as well,” he tells you, panicked. You notice his voice sounds different, most likely due to the congestion building up in his nose and throat.

You chuckle lightly, amused at his reaction. “My dear husband, you look so unwell I doubt you can even get up from bed on your own. Please, let me take care of you.” The corner of William’s lip curls knowingly, amused yet not surprised at your stubbornness.

“Very well,” he sighs reluctantly. You give him a quick peck on the cheek before pulling the blankets over him again. You brush some stray hairs from his forehead, looking down at him with a soft smile. He returns your gaze before moving his face to the side quickly so he can cough. You chuckle lightly while getting up from the bed, and William immediately misses you being next to him.

“Try to get some rest dear,” you sing while walking towards your wardrobe, intent on getting dressed. “I will return shortly to check on you.” Typically the two of you would engage in casual conversation at this time; giggling and flirting before William went to work and you began your household duties. However, this time there was only the sound of quiet shuffling due to you getting ready for the day and William’s nasally breaths. He watches you adoringly— his mind racing with thoughts of wanting to do nothing more than hold and cherish you all day (among other things)—but instead he was sick and bedridden, forcing you to have to care for him instead. His chest tightens as his eyelids flutter closed, but not before he silently prays that his dreams will be filled with thoughts of you.

He wakes a few hours later, blinking dazedly in confusion when he realizes he can’t feel your presence next to him. William sits up in the bed abruptly as if it would give any insight into where you were. Out of the corner of his eye he notices a form on his bedside table that he does not recognize, and when he turns his head to look at it more clearly he sees a large basket over-flowing with various trinkets. Next to it is a vase filled with red and purple chrysanthemums, which causes William to smile to himself.

The basket itself was filled with various homemade teas, cough syrups, a large bottle of elderberry wine, a loaf of bread, and a mysterious envelope. Whilst picking up the envelope to examine its contents, William briefly wonders how you had time to make and produce all of these items. Though he knew you were exceptionally talented in a multitude of areas, the two of you rarely spent any time apart, aside from him going to work. He is shaken from his musings when he hears the door creak open, turning to his side to see you slowly walk in the room with a steaming bowl of soup and a cup of tea on a tray. He smiles, his face softening at the sight of you coming closer to him.

“Oh, you’re awake!” you exclaim as you walk around to place the tray on his lap and sit on the edge of the bed. William reaches his arm out from under the covers to rest his hand on yours. He gently strokes the top of your hand with the pad of his thumb absentmindedly, losing himself in thought.

“How are you feeling?” you ask. He looks up, away from the tray of soup and into your concerned eyes after your question. William gets lost in your eyes, gazing at you adoringly despite his clear state of physical distress. When he doesn’t respond to your previous question, your eyebrows furrow in concern and you speak again. “William?”

“Oh right yes,” he says quickly, clearly startled. “Honestly about the same as before—just slightly less tired,” he admits. He glances down at the still unopened envelope in his lap, the tray of soup, and back at the basket on his beside table before looking at you. “Thank you so much darling, for everything. I’d be lost without you.”

“I love you too,“ you whisper, sealing your promise with a kiss to his forehead. William closes his eyes, savoring the feeling of you touching him, and wishing desperately that he was able to kiss you without getting you sick. When you pull away you grab the spoon from his tray, filling it with the soup you made and bringing it to his lips. His eyebrows raise slightly, surprised at your gesture. His lips part to welcome the liquid into his mouth, and as it travels down his throat he notices the immediate relief he feels. A warm, comforting silence passes over as you continue feeding him until he is full. After a few, brief moments, William takes the mug of tea from the tray and sets in on his bedside table, allowing you to leave the room to take the tray and bowl back to the kitchen. In your absence, William decides to open the letter from earlier.

William feels his heart drop at the intricate lace and detailing of your card, hit with the immediate realization that he completely forgot about Valentine’s Day. He knows you probably would’ve done all of this for him had he been sick on any other day, but his chest tightens in disappointment that he wasn’t able to take you somewhere and spoil you for your first Valentine’s Day as a married couple. He had been planning for weeks now, pestering Robert and John at all hours of the day with his thoughts about the perfect Valentine’s Day to spend with you so that he could adequately display his love for you. Instead, here he was lying in bed, being useless. His heart sinks again when he realizes that he hasn’t even acknowledged it was Valentines Day to you, seemingly haven forgotten due to feeling so unwell. He chastises himself, here he was planning these grand gestures to display his affection and he couldn’t even be bothered to say a simple phrase.

When you walk back in the room, William notices you holding a small basin and a wet cloth. You sit next to him once again, bringing the cloth to his forehead and wiping it gently. He briefly thinks of how pointless it is of you to do so, as his nervousness is almost certainly causing him to sweat more—but decides to breach the subject anyways to hopefully relieve his anxieties.

“My love,” he starts, his sore throat causing his voice to come out weakly. “I am so, so sorry. I seem to have completely forgotten about Valentine’s Day. I know it must seem insincere after all you’ve done, but I swear to you that I had plans and I wanted to take you somewhere—“ he cuts himself off, feeling tears prick the corner of his eyes at the thought of you feeling unloved and unappreciated. “I hope you do not resent me for it.”

You continue dabbing his forehead as you speak. “Why would I resent you? William, you’re ill. I hardly expect you to walk, much less take me out to dinner in this state.” William looks down at his hands, a whisper of a smile forming on his face due to your understanding nature. He looks back up at you with a concerned face—seemingly about to apologize—but you cut him off before he can begin. “I love you for you, William. Not for your romantic gestures. Please just focus on getting better.”

“Thank you, my love.” William averts his eyes from yours, his cheeks pink. “I know it hasn’t been long, but I miss your touch already.”

“Well, there’s a simple remedy for that,” you grin. You walk around the edge of the bed, lifting off the covers to slide into the bed next to William. William scoffs in disbelief before weakly attempting to scoot away from you.

“Darling, y-you can’t! I couldn’t live with myself if I made you feel this awful,” he admits.

You wrap your arms around him anyways, resting your head on his chest again. “If I do get sick, all that will happen is that you’ll have to take time off from work to lay in bed with me for a few days,” you counter, pressing your lips against his neck. “Which, in my humble opinion seems like a reward, if anything. I’m willing to take the risk.” You lift your head up to give your husband a mischievous grin, which causes him to scoff in amusement.

“I can’t promise I can care for you as well as you do for me,” he admits earnestly, glancing over to the basket next to his table. “Honestly, dearest, you are incredible. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I thank the heavens everyday for the privilege of being your husband, I love you so much.” William was about to continue gushing about you, expressing his love, but he was cut off by having to turn his head quickly so he didn’t sneeze and cough all over your face. His coughs persisted for several more moments; long enough for him to feel exhausted once again.

“Speaking of taking care of you,” you start. “Perhaps it’s time for you to take one of those cough syrups and get some more rest.” You reach over William’s chest to grab one from the basket, and the two of you smile at each other when your hands meet due to him having the same idea. He drinks it quickly, enjoying the taste and sensation of honey traveling down his throat. As it did so, he noticed that he felt ever-so-slightly less awful. Perhaps it was all in his head, or perhaps the notion that love cures all is actually true. You lay your head on his chest and William wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. He closes his eyes and smiles in his sleep, dreaming of nothing but you and him and your beautiful life together.

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