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can i eat you? wait.| satoru gojo

synopsis: satoru being down bad.

“hey…” satoru whispers in your ear, his breath tickling you. you lightly push his chest back rubbing your ear grinning.

“yes?” you say packing a binder into your bag, as satoru leans against the dresser with a smirk on his face.

“you know… i haven’t had breakfast.” he says clearing his throat shortly after. your eyes dart to him then back at your bag, swinging it over your body.

“yeah? go eat then.” you say with a deadpan expression plastered across your face. you didn’t know what game he was playing at, but it was way too early.

he pouts crossing his arms across his chest, he looks to the ceiling then back at you.

“i was hoping you could feed me.” he’s continuing to throw hints, hoping you’ll catch them, he isn’t going to stop until you do.

you begin walking out the shared bedroom, with him following closely behind, you snake around the corner into the kitchen reaching in the fruit basket.

“well that’s too damn bad.” you say pulling out a plum, you walk over to the sink turning on the faucet.

he pouts again throwing his head back, he hated when you acted like this.

“please.” he says almost giving up, but not completely, he’s almost there.

you turn your head grinning at his cute pout then back back to the sink turning off the water.

taking a bite out of the plum you walk closer to him patting his chest, “i gotta go, meet me on 48th street after work.”

satoru’s mouth hangs open, he’s trying to find words to say but he’s stuck, wait you can’t go yet!

“let me eat your pussy.” he blurts out.

you spit out your plum in surprise as it lands on his face, wow.

he squints his eyes slowly bringing his hand to his face sliding off the bits of chewed up plum.

you laugh sliding your hand off his chest, your eyes scanning down to your watch.

8:47

“shit!” you say stuffing the rest of the plum halfway into your mouth, pushing past him, running to the front door.

satoru tries to grab you but your already slipping on your shoes near the entrance.

“please, i promise i’ll be quick, i… i’ll do the house chores and cook all week, please just let me taste you!!” he pleads, practically on the verge of crying, his hands clasping together in a begging motion.

you roll your eyes slipping on your other shoe, taking another bite out of the plum, and sliding the house keys out your pocket.

“no. make sure you lock the door this time. love ya.” and with that you walk out the house.

he never did get to taste you that morning, yearning for that sweet sweet nectar resting on his top lip all day.

what a drag.

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A Baker's Dozen - Two

Twelve Pedro boys, twelve stand alone short stories, all set in the same bakery.

Hello!

I'm so overwhelmed and grateful for all the lovely comment you all left on the first part of A Baker's Dozen! I'm having so much fun exploring what it's like to write for different Pedro boys and finding their voices.

For those of you who are new, we've got twelve Pedro boys, twelve short stories, each set in the same bakery.

It's fluff and sweetness, lots of food and flirting. Series Master List

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The glare is what catches your eye first, sunlight bounces off the shiny metal surface and hits your face through the window. You shield your eyes and glance at the door as it swings open, for a second you can’t see who steps through, you’re almost blinded, but as the door swings closed, he, or she, comes into focus. 

“Hi, welcome!” you say, trying to keep your voice steady as the imposing figure takes a few tentative steps into your bakery. 

“Heading for a con?” you ask, glancing up and down the impressive outfit. 

“A con?” 

The voice that comes through the helmet is deep and resonates through what almost sounds like a speaker. It’s definitely a man, if the sheer size of the body didn’t give it away. He’s tall, broad and made even broader by the metal pauldrons on his shoulders. A heavy belt hangs around his narrow waist as if to emphasize the sheer build of this hunk of metal that’s standing in the middle of your shop, looking somewhat lost despite the fact that you can't see his face under a solid looking metal helmet. 

“Yeah, like a convention, where people meet and dress as their favorite characters from tv-shows and stuff. Are you going to a con?” 

“No,” comes the short answer.

He looks around the bakery, the black T of his visor seemingly scanning the selection of bread and cakes you have for sale today. 

“Something smells…good,” he says, turning his helmet back onto you and you can’t help but smile. 

“Thanks, yeah, I had a pretty tasty selection today, but most of it’s already been sold,” you wave your hand over the mostly empty display cases, “Do you want to buy something?” 

“I…don’t think I have credit,” he hesitates but he takes another step into the shop, glancing down at the croissants stacked in a basket next to the till. 

“We accept cash too,” you reply, “you don’t need a credit card.” 

“No, I mean, I don’t have the right…currency for your world.” 

“Oh…” you frown, did he just say ‘your world’? 

You mentally shake your head, a misunderstanding, surely.

“I mean, I could let you sample something, then maybe you’ll come back with the right currency,” you say, smiling at the man. He sounds a bit confused and your customer service persona kicks in, unwilling to let someone leave without trying something that’ll get them to come back. 

“I don't know what you sell here,” he says, “I have never seen food like this before.” 

“Oh, really? What kind of baked goods do you have where you’re from?” you ask, surprised, you were sure pretty anyone would recognise at least a muffin and a cookie, both on display in your cases. 

The tall metal man comes closer, standing next to the counter and looking at the selection, “We have many baked things where I’m from, but I have never tried any of them.” 

“You’ve never had dessert?” you ask incredulously, “I have dessert every day, it’s a must!”. 

“I’m Mandalorian, food is only energy for our bodies, we don’t indulge in it,” he straightens up when he says it, his hands falling to his hips. He looks imposing, like a warrior all of a sudden, and his voice takes on a serious note. 

“Oh, wow, I didn’t know that was a thing, a mandalorian, huh” you raise your eyebrows, this guy doesn’t even seem like a cosplayer. Or he’s really in character. 

“Are you not allowed to eat dessert at all, or is it just like, not an everyday kinda thing?”  

“I can eat what I want but I’ve never had a need for dessert,” the voice coming through the helmet is a rich baritone, but holds a guarded edge, like the owner is trying to navigate something unfamiliar.

“I mean…technically there’s never a need for dessert, but I eat it everyday anyway. A good dessert is sometimes the only way to fix a bad day,” you give him your warmest smile, trying to make him feel a bit more at ease as you go back to straightening up your counter for the end of the day. 

“What’s this?” The man points to the croissants on the counter and you pick one up with the tongs, holding it out to him. 

“It’s a croissant, a French type of pastry. It’s not sweet, just has a metric ton of butter in it. It’s really flaky as you can see. Go on, try it.” 

“I don’t remove my helmet in front of other people,” he replies and your eyebrows shoot even higher up into your hairline. 

“What…but why?” The second the question comes out of your mouth you regret it, “Sorry, don’t answer that, it’s none of my business.” 

“You can ask, I don’t mind,” he says and you think you hear a slight smile from behind the helmet. “I’m Mandalorian, it’s my religion, and we don’t remove our helmets in front of others, it is the way.” 

“So you only eat alone?” you ask, curiosity overtaking your embarrassment and he nods. 

“Yes, we never share a meal with others.”  

“How sad, for me I mean,” you say, “One of the best parts about being a baker is seeing when others eat what I’ve made, I love seeing their reactions. If you try something, I won’t know what you think about it.” 

“I can just turn my back to you and lift my helmet a little,” he replies, and you can definitely hear the smile in his voice now. It changes the tone of his voice, as it comes through the helmet, makes it warmer, softer, and you smile back at him. 

“What do you want to try then?” you ask, “If you’ve never had dessert then I have to give you something special to try.”

“I don’t know,” he looks around the cakes and cookies on display and shakes his head, “I can read your signs but I don’t know what cinnamon or vanilla tastes like, or this one.” He points to a stack of millionaire’s shortbread, “I have never heard of peanuts.” 

“Well, in that case, just in case you're allergic to peanuts, let’s not start with them,” you grin, “the last thing I need is you passing out from an allergic shock in my shop. That armor looks a lot heavier than what I can lift.” 

The Mandalorian looks down at the plates that cover almost every part of his body, “It’s made from beskar, it’s a metal from my home world.” 

“It’s beautiful,” you say, and you mean it. The metal is polished and rich looking, a light gray color that catches the light as he moves, “It’s a very beautiful armor.” 

“Do you want to hold a piece?” he asks, looking over at you again, or at least you think he’s looking at you, it’s hard to tell with the helmet. 

“Is that allowed?” you ask, “I don’t want you to break any rules in your religion.” 

“There is no rule against this,” he says, reaching up and taking off one of the shoulder pauldrons. It has the image of a dangerous looking animal that you don’t recognise, and as he hands it over, you see him reverently brush his fingers over it. Carefully you take it from his gloved hands, the metal warm to the touch, and just as heavy as it looks. 

“It’s warm!” you say surprised and he nods. 

“It holds my body heat easily, good for cold climates.” 

You don’t know why, maybe because you can’t see even a sliver of skin on the man, but the thought of holding something that’s been warmed by his body heat, makes you slightly aroused. He could look like anything underneath all that metal and cloth, but his voice, his rich, low voice through the helmet, and his sheer imposing presence, makes you almost subconsciously attracted to him. 

He comes around the counter and stands close as you turn the pauldron over in your hands, tracing the outline of the animal, feeling the warmth of his body. 

“What is this animal?” you ask, looking up at your own reflection in his visor, “I’ve never seen one like it before.” 

“It’s a mudhorn, it’s the mark of my clan.” He traces his fingers along the animal too, brushing against yours as you marvel at the intricate work. 

“Thank you,” you say, handing the pauldron back as the touch of his fingers against yours becomes too much to handle, “Thank you for letting me hold it.” 

“You’re welcome,” he says, his voice lower now that he’s standing next to you. You watch as he clicks the pauldron into place on his shoulder again. 

How do you flirt with a man whose face you can’t even see? you wonder as he turns his visor back on you. It seems like he holds you in place for a few seconds before you slowly have to turn yourself away from him and the intensity of his sightless gaze. 

“So you’ve never had dessert and you don’t know what any of this tastes like?” you say, giving your own cakes a critical look. 

“No,” comes the voice from the man beside you, “Maybe you can choose for me?”

“Hmm…that’s a big ask. Your first dessert has to be something really special, but maybe not too overwhelming, and not too sweet either because if you’re not used to it, then sugar can be a bit too much. And it has to have the right combination of textures too so that you get the full experience and then maybe it should be-” you cut yourself off and look up at the man who’s shifted his weight, leaning against the counter and looking at you with his head cocked to the side. “Sorry, I’m rambling, I went into full baker mode.” 

“No, go on, I enjoy hearing you analyze my first dessert experience,” he says, encouraging you to go on by putting his hand on your arm. The little touch makes you tremble slightly and you pray he doesn’t notice through the soft looking leather of his gloves. 

“Really?” you ask, “Because I have an idea but I’d have to bake something for you, are you in a hurry?” 

“No, I’m waiting for someone and they won’t be here until tomorrow,” he says, dropping his hand from your arm, “What would you make me?” 

“Do you mind if I keep it a surprise? Only, I want you to have the best possible first dessert experience” 

“I usually don’t like surprises but I’ll make an exception for dessert. And for you,” there’s a small chuckle from behind the helmet and it makes you smile. 

“I’m honored,” you say, “come into my kitchen, I think I have what I need for what I was thinking of making.” 

You sidestep him, making him turn sideways as you brush past him, and you don’t miss the way his hand comes up to the small of your back as he walks just behind you into the kitchen. 

Your kitchen is big enough but the metal clad man takes up a lot of space as you direct him to stand by your workbench. He looks around it as you start going through your stores. 

“I’ve never been inside a professional kitchen before,” he says, “I can see that you’re used to a lot of metal.” 

You glance around at all the stainless steel counters and shelves that line the walls, stacked high with stainless steel pans, bowls and baking trays, and then the big shiny door that leads into your walk-in fridge before it hits you.

“Did you just make a joke about your armor?” you snort. But the man behind the helmet remains motionless and soundless as the giggle dies in your throat, afraid that you’ve somehow offended him. You look at him, your cheeks heating up, and then he chuckles loudly. 

“Yes.” 

“Oh fuck off, you’re terrible,” you exhale in relief, but smiling again, “I thought I’d insulted your religion or something.” 

“No, jokes are allowed,” he says and you hear the mirth in his voice clearly this time, behind the visor he must be grinning widely. 

“No more bad jokes, or you won’t get my dessert,” you give him a mock scolding look but he just tilts his head sideways. 

“There’s another joke in that sentence,” he says, still a smile in his voice, “but I don’t want to miss out on your dessert.” 

The innuendo is heavy and you have to bite back your grin, there’s no doubting his flirting tone, and instead focus on pulling lemons, sugar and butter from your stores. 

“If you say so,” you huff and he chuckles, coming to stand next to you while you start prepping. 

“So can you tell me what you’re doing at least?” he asks, picking up one of the lemons and turning over in his hand. 

“I’m making you a pie, I already have the dough ready for the crust so I’m just going to roll it out and blind bake it before I make the filling,” you say, bringing out the rolling pin and the slab of pie dough you had in the fridge. 

“I’ve never had pie,” he replies, “but I’ve seen them sold.” 

“What do you eat?” you ask and you see him shrug, shifting a bit. 

“Just…well, mostly freeze dried stuff that I can just add water to when I travel,” he says, “bone broth is nice too.” He shrugs again and you shake your head. 

“You need to live a little, try some different food, life’s too short to live on freeze dried camping food and bone broth. Doesn’t your wife cook for you?” The last thing slips out without you thinking, your mouth racing ahead of your mind and you bite your tongue, apologizing again. 

“Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to pry, or assume that you’re married, or that a wife should cook. Or that it would be a wife, just ignore me, I’m alone too much in the bakery,” you ramble, trying to catch up with yourself. 

Beside you the Mandalorian shifts and stands with his hip leaning against the workbench so that he’s looking directly at you, he’s crossed his arms and cocked his head and it shouldn’t be that sexy, you can’t even see him, but it’s making your heart rate speed up as your cheeks go warm again. 

“No, no wife,” he says, his voice somehow even lower than before, “no one to cook for me, and I wouldn’t expect my wife to cook for me either,” he shifts his weight, putting one hand down on the workbench, the other on his hip, “But it would be a wife.”

You refuse to look at him, it won’t give you anything, just that stupid shiny helmet. But you can hear the smirk in his voice, so you just nod your head. 

“Good to know,” you press out, very much focused on rolling the dough to a perfect circle which isn’t strictly necessary. 

“And you?” his asks, his low baritone vibrating the air around you as he seems to step even closer. His chest plate isn’t touching you but if you turn your head, your breath will fog on it. “Anyone to cook for you at home?” 

“Uhm…no,” you stutter, “just me.” 

If this was a normal man you’d expect to turn your head now and look at him and he’d ask if he could kiss you, or he’d lean in closer and just do it. But the helmet is in the way, how the hell is he so flirty with that damn helmet? He does know how to kiss, doesn’t he? 

“I’m ju-just going to put this in the oven,” you say, trimming the edges of the pie crust, leaving the scraps of dough on the bench. 

“Ok,” he says, still with a smile in his voice, watching as you line the pie with a sheet and then baking beads, before sliding it into the oven. 

“What’s next, the filling?” he asks and you nod. 

“Yeah, I’m going to zest and squeeze these lemons,” you pick up the one he’s left on the bench and show him how you get the zest off into a bowl. 

“Have you had lemons before?” you ask and he nods. 

“Yes, I think so, or something similar. But it was very sour,” he bends forward and looks closely at the zest you’ve mixed with some sugar. “It smells good though, do you often use them in pies?” 

“Yeah, and they’re amazing in anything baked, as long as you have enough sugar.” 

“I trust your skills as a baker,” he says and you smile at him. 

“Thanks, I think you’ll really like this.”

He stays still a beat as you turn back to the lemons, “I already do,” he says, a whisper, just loud enough to escape the helmet. For a second you’re not sure he meant for you to hear it, and you let your hands continue squeezing the lemons before giving him a quick glance. It tells you nothing, the man might as well be a statue. 

You start separating the eggs, letting the egg whites slip through your fingers, holding onto the yolks, until all five are neatly laying on the bottom of your mixing bowl. The silence is stretching between you and the man, still standing still, leaning slightly on the edge of the workbench. You can feel his eyes on you behind the helmet, watching as you stir together the filling, lemon juice, zest, sugar, corn starch, it all comes together. 

“Can I ask you something?” You look up at him, slowly stirring the cubes of butter into the lemon mixture. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to though, it’s kinda personal.” 

“Ok,” he says, cocking his head to the left. 

“How…h-have…h-ow do you kiss if you can’t take the helmet off?” 

He doesn’t move, the blank front of the visor steadily trained on you. 

“Nevermind, it was a stupid question, don’t answer that,” you mumble, dropping your gaze back to the filling. 

“No, it’s not a stupid question,” he says, and you feel the soft leather of his gloved hand under your chin, tilting it up, back to him. “There are…loopholes…in the creed. I’ve kissed someone, when they couldn’t see my face. But it requires a lot of trust.”

You’re staring at your own reflection in the visor, trying to discern where his eyes are. You wonder if he’s looking at your eyes or your lips, and you wonder what his lips look like. 

What they would feel like. 

“Does that answer your question?” he asks, that rich, warm baritone, distorted by whatever lets him speak through the helmet, makes your heart flutter, your breath catches in your throat. 

“Y-yes…thank you,” you stutter, “yes.” 

You bet he’s smiling at you again, as he lets go of your chin and you look back down at the filling. 

“I’m going to fill the pie now, and then make the meringue that goes on top.” 

“Ok,” he says, “I don’t know what that is but I bet it will be irresistible.” 

It makes you smile, at the filling, as it pours, golden and thick, into the pie crust. It settles into a smooth layer, ready for the last step and you place the pie to the side and reach for the egg whites. 

“Can I ask you a favor?” you ask and he nods. 

“Of course, what is it?” 

“The ancient looking mixer, up there, can you reach it?” 

He steps behind you, over to the shelf and effortlessly lifts the heavy old Husqvarna machine, it looks almost weightless in his hands. Those hands, inside the soft gloves, are big, almost dwarfing the mixer and the thought crosses your mind, to have those hands on you, wrapped around your waist, or grabbing your thighs, lifting you up as effortlessly as the machine, placing you on the bench, pushing your legs apart and- 

He carefully puts it next to you, and moves to stand on your other side. But his hand gently brushes over your back, just a small touch, but it makes you wish it lasted longer, and wasn’t so gentle.

The mixer is loud as you start it, whipping the egg whites into stiff peaks in just a few minutes.

“The trick,” you say, detaching the bowl, “is to whip them until you can hold the bowl upside down over your head and the meringue stays put.” You hold out the bowl to him with a grin, “Do you trust me?” 

He chuckles behind the helmet and takes the bowl from your hand, “I guess I do, but you’re polishing the beskar if this falls on me.” 

He carefully tips the bowl, holding it over himself, and the meringue stays put, not a drop falls on him and you give him a wide grin. 

“I passed the test.” 

“You did. Pity, my armor could do with a clean,” he says, his voice serious, but you can hear the smirk in it  this time. 

“Cheeky,” you laugh, “clean your own armor, I’m making you pie.” 

You grab the bowl from him and start scoping out the thick meringue on top of the filling, creating swirls and peaks with your spoon.  “It just needs to set now,” you say, taking the pie, “Could you open the fridge door, please?” 

He takes a few long strides and works the handle, holding it open for you as you go inside and place the pie on a back shelf. 

“I have never seen so many cakes before,” he says, coming in behind you, looking at the shelves of cake bottoms that are defrosting in preparation for your weekend orders. 

The door behind you slips closed and the fridge is thrown into darkness. 

“Oh, I forgot to tell you that the door needs to be wedged open, the light broke in here and I haven’t gotten round to replacing it,” you say, fumbling towards the door with your hand on the shelves, “I’ll get it.” 

“Don’t worry, I’ve got night vision in my helmet,” he replies matter of factly, and you hear him walk to the door. 

“You have night vision in your helmet?” You’re not sure he’s joking or not but judging by how quickly he moves across the small space, he must be seeing something. 

“How does the handle work?” he asks as you hear the handle click and catch on something. 

“You just pull it against you and it should open,” you say, carefully walking towards the sound of his voice. 

“It’s not opening, it sounds as if the handle isn’t latching on correctly”. 

“What? No, the door has to open!” You say, panic creeping into your voice, “I can’t…try it again, it has to work!”

You bump into him and his arm comes out around your waist, “Careful, don’t hurt yourself,” he says, his voice suddenly very close to you, steady and soothing, and it calms you down a little. 

“Sorry, I’m- I’m not good with small places I can't get out of,” you mumble, holding onto his arm. 

“The handle isn’t working, but I promise you, I can very easily get us out of here, don’t be scared.” He must’ve let go of the handle because his other hand comes up to rest on your cheek, the gloved thumb caressing your face with smooth motions. “Don’t be scared, mesh’la,” he says, his voice soft. If you move you think you’ll bump your head against the metal of his helmet, so you close your eyes and focus on his hands. One on your back, the other on your cheek, you take a long steadying breath. 

“H-how can you get us out?” 

“I have tools for it, in my belt, don’t be scared, I’ll get us out in no time…but…” he trails off, a small hint of uncertainty suddenly in his tone. 

“I trust you,” he says, “and I want to kiss you.” 

“You’ll take your helmet off?” you ask and in response you hear a low chuckle from inside it. 

“Yes, it would be very difficult otherwise.” 

“You don’t know that, maybe I’m used to making out with metal,” you say, biting your lip, and you’re rewarded with laughter in the darkness. 

“Using my jokes against me, clever,” he smiles as his hands leave you. There’s a click, the soft hiss of air escaping, and you guess his helmet has come off. You feel him bend down, placing it on the ground next to him and standing up again. 

“Ca-can you take your gloves off too?” you ask.  “Yes,” comes his voice in the lightless room and it makes you inhale. Unfiltered it’s much richer, warmer, but somehow rougher, slipping around you, making you break out in goosebumps as you shiver, no voice has ever made you shiver before and now you want him to keep talking to you, to feel his voice in all your senses. It makes you lift your hands to find him in the darkness but he finds you first.  

The soft sound of leather hitting the floor is the next thing you hear before his warm fingertips brush across your shoulder, finding your neck and trailing up over your chin. 

“I’m as blind as you now,” he whispers, leaning closer, “tell me where your lips are.” 

“Here,” you whisper in reply, taking his hand and guiding it to your mouth. He traces his thumb over your bottom lip, then the top, and you feel his hot breath skim over your skin. 

His lips are soft, gentle, as he presses them against yours, a slight tickle of facial hair before he pulls away a fraction. 

“Touch me,” he mumbles, “please,” a pleading tone to his voice. 

“Where?” you ask, lifting your hands from your sides and searching for him, finding cold metal and a rough flight suit. 

“Everywhere, my face, my hair, please touch me.” 

He leans his face into your hand as you find his cheek, your other hand slipping around to the nape of his neck, the longer hair winding around your fingers. It’s messy and curly and so silky to the touch that you hum under your breath. 

“You're so soft,” you say and it feels like he shakes his head.  

“No, you are, can I kiss you again?” he whispers but you don’t reply, just find his lips with yours and he groans into your open mouth, your tongue coming out to taste his lips as he parts them, and you feel his tongue lick against yours. 

His kisses are slow, and you match his pace, moving in the same lazy way as him, his tongue exploring and tasting every part of yours. Soft hands have come up to hold you close to him, his fingers in your hair, not letting you move from where he needs you. And it feels like a need, his soft presses turning needy, a soft moan escaping you as he pulls you closer, your whole body pressed up against his hard metal exterior. The contrast makes you feel disembodied, your legs, stomach, chest resting against cool armor, your face, your hands touching, and being touched by warm skin, soft hair, his demanding tongue growing in confidence by the second as he groans under your touch. 

He suddenly takes hold of your waist, moving you without effort, pressing you against the door with his whole, tall frame. 

“Your kisses are…” he pants, “please, I don’t want to stop, I…I…can’t.” 

He’s mumbling between insistent kisses, his tongue dipping into your mouth, tasting, groaning as he needs more with every second that passes. And you would give it to him, you’re moaning into his mouth, pressing into him as eagerly as he’s pushing you up against the door. If he wants to fuck you on the floor of this fridge, you’d let him. His soft lips, rough hands, his heady groans, and when he finally gives in and grinds his hard cock into your hip, it makes you lose all sense of where you are, who you’re with. 

“Mesh’la,” he mutters, another kiss on your lips, “Tell me to stop, mesh’la, I can’t stop on my own.” His tongue slips between your lips again and you thread your fingers through his hair and hold him close, keeping him from pulling back again. 

“Don’t stop, keep kissing me,” you gasp, his thigh is between your legs, rubbing firm at your aching core. 

He growls, his hand coming down to grab hold of your thigh, lifting it up onto his hip, and the door flies open. With a shriek you feel yourself falling backwards, crashing towards the hard kitchen floor. But his arms catches you, you hear the loud clunk as his metal covered legs and arm hits the surface beneath you, the other arm secure around your waist.  “Don’t open your eyes,” he snaps, panic in his voice, and you squeeze your eyes shut, they almost flew open as he caught you.  “I won’t, they’re closed, they’re closed,” you pant, the air knocked out of you. 

“I’m going to put you down and then get my helmet, don’t move until I say so,” he says, still close, gently lowering you down to the floor. 

“Ok,” you nod, staying still. But you don’t hear him above you, and his arm is still at your side. When he does move his chest comes flat against your own, his nose brushing over your cheek, bumping into yours, and then his lips are on yours again. Soft, warm, pliant, his beard tickling you, open mouth and gentle tongue, tasting and exploring with a low hum in his chest. When he finally pulls away and pushes himself up, you feel the loss of his lips like an imprint on your own, your fingers come up and trace across them, touching where he just was. 

From the fridge you hear the click of his helmet being put in place and then his footsteps come back. 

“You can open your eyes again,” he says, “thank you for keeping them closed.” 

You blink your eyes open and look up at him, his face again hidden behind the visor, his expression unreadable. But his voice is soft and he holds out his hand to you, his gloves not on yet. You take it and he helps you to your feet, one arm around your waist as you find your balance again. Looking down at the hand holding yours, you trace your fingers along the thin white scars that crisscross the back of his tan skin. His hand is rugged, the pads of his fingertips rough and well used. It’s hard to imagine that these hands could touch you so softly in the dark. 

“I…I hope I didn’t ask too much,” he hesitates as you keep touching his hand, holding it between your own, “I never kissed anyone like that before.” 

“I liked it,” you mumble, looking up at his visor, his hand still between yours. “I’ve never kissed anyone like that before either. And I don’t even know what your name is.” 

“Din,” he says, his voice low, like he’s telling you something guarded, “My name is Din, but I don’t tell many people that.” 

“I won’t tell anyone,” you say and he nods, placing his hand on your cheek again.  “Thank you, mesh’la.” 

“I’ve never met anyone like you, Din,” you say, trying to find his eyes behind the black visor. 

“I don’t think there’s any of my kind on your world,” he says with a small chuckle and you frown.  “What do you mean, ‘your world’?” 

He shakes his head, “Don’t think about it, it doesn’t matter, I just want to try your dessert now, like you promised,” his hand slips down to yours and he takes it, tugging you back towards the fridge, “Is it done yet?” 

“Uuhm…yeah, I just need to torch the top a bit,” you say, confused, as he opens the fridge door again. 

“I’ll hold it open this time,” Din tilts his head down towards you as you pass him, his hand trailing over your hand as you let go of him. The pie jiggles slightly when you tap it, so you pick it up and carefully bring it to the workbench again. Din closes the fridge door behind you and follows you back. 

“I’ve never smelt anything like it,” he hums as you reach into your tools and pull out the small blow torch. 

“Just wait until you taste it,” you smile, turning on the gas and igniting the torch. Din’s hand flies up to grab at your arm as the flame comes out but stops as he realizes what you’re doing. 

“I have one of those too,” he chuckles, “But mine’s a bit bigger.” 

“If I’d known, I would’ve used yours,” you grin and he shakes his head. 

“It would’ve burnt down your kitchen, it's not really meant for this delicate work,” you can hear the smirk as he leans forward and looks on as you carefully caramelize the top of the meringue, painting the white swirls in toasty brown. 

“There, it’s done,” you say as you turn off the blow torch and put it aside, “you’re very first dessert, a lemon meringue pie.”

“I can’t wait to try it,” he replies as you take down two plates, spoons and your sharpest knife. 

“How do you want to eat it?” you ask, cutting a generous slice for him, bigger than you would serve to the customers. He looks at the pie for a few seconds and then cocks his head and looks at you.  “I trust you,” he says, the smile in his voice evident under the unreadable helmet, “we can sit back to back and you can at least hear my reaction.” 

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to do something you’re not comfortable with,” you hold out the plate to him and he lifts it up to eye level, looking closely at the bright yellow filling and white meringue on top. 

“I’m sure, I trust you. And I want you to be happy when you hear my reaction.” 

“I hope you like it then,” you laugh, “Or this is going to be very awkward.” 

“If it tastes only half as good as it smells, this will be the best thing I’ve ever eaten,” he takes your hand and pulls you down onto the floor, you begin to protest that you have chairs but he just shrugs and sits down, crossing his legs with his back against you. You sink down behind him, crossing your legs too.  “Lean against me, mesh’la,” he says, “and don’t turn around.” 

“I won’t, I promise,” you rush out as you hear a soft woosh of air from the helmet. 

“I know,” he replies, his voice unfiltered and rich again, a low baritone that seems to send a shiver down your spine. The spoon clinks on his plate and he seems to hesitate. 

“I just put my spoon in it?” he asks and it makes you smile. 

“Yes, just get some of everything, and tell me what you think.” 

You hear the rustle of his flight suit as he seems to move around a little, it’s almost as if he’s trying to figure out how to  tackle the slice on his plate. Eventually you hear the spoon scrap over the plate again as he cuts off a bite. 

You listen intently, wishing you could see his expression, as he silently tastes the pie.

“Maker…” he breathes out after a few seconds, the spoon clinking again against the plate and you hear him take another bite. 

“Maker….” his mouth full and the word is muffled, “this is…” the spoon scrapes over the plate and you hear him take one more mouthful. His head leans against yours as he tips it back, sighing deeply. 

“Maker…I’ve never tasted anything like this before,” he groans, “It’s fresh and rich and sweet, how have I never tasted something like this before?” 

“Because you’re a fool, obviously,” you laugh, taking a bite for yourself. You know this pie is good but Din’s reaction makes you feel giddy. Behind you, you hear him take another spoonful, humming as he savors the flavors. 

“I am a fool,” he says after swallowing down another bite, “this is like nothing else. I want to eat only this for the rest of my life.” 

“That might not be the healthiest choice,” you chuckle, “and wait until you try chocolate, that’s on a whole other level again.” 

“Thank you,” he says from behind you, his hand reaching back and finding your arm, “Thank you for making this, I’m grateful.” 

“No trouble, I like seeing how much you enjoy it, especially since you’ve never had dessert before, you strange man.” 

At that you hear him laugh, “I’m not that strange, just maybe on your world, mesh’la.” 

“What does that word mean?” you ask, “Mesh’la?” 

“I’ll tell you, if you give me more pie,” his voice is so cheeky it makes you laugh out loud.

“I’ve got you addicted it seems,” you reply and he chuckles behind you, “I’ll keep my eyes closed and you can take as much as you want, take the whole pie.” 

“I can’t do that,” he says as you feel him shift behind you, getting to his feet. 

“Of course you can, you should take it, I can make another.” 

“I would argue with you, but the pie is too good,” he sinks down behind you again and this time you hear his spoon scrape over the metal of the pie form. 

“Din?” you ask and he stiffens. 

“Yes?”

“Are you eating straight from the form?” 

“Is…Is that wrong?” 

“No,” you laugh, “just a very good review of my pie.” 

He chuckles again, relaxing against your back as he takes another mouthful. Together you sit in silence, eating the pie, cross legged on the floor of your kitchen. Yours is soon gone and you happily listen to your strange guest hum and moan as he all but seems to demolish the rest of the pie. Maybe you should tell him to pace himself, but he seems to be enjoying himself immensely. 

After a few more moments the pie form is placed on the floor and Din groans, “I’m so full, but I want to eat more.” 

“I should’ve told you to go slow,” you smile, “but just take whatever you didn’t finish with you.” 

“Hmm…I…I ate the whole thing,” he says sheepishly and you giggle. 

“You might feel a bit sick in a while, but don’t blame me. But I really love how much you loved it.” 

“I’ll come back for more pie whenever I can,” he says, finding your arm with his hand again, “Please keep your eyes closed.” 

“I’ll make sure to have it on the menu all the time then,” you smile, your eyes squeezed shut. 

Behind you, you feel him move and turn, his warm hand coming up to cup your face, a thumb sliding over your cheek. His lips are soft and gentle as he brushes them against yours, his tongue slipping out, your mouth opening. He tastes of sharp lemon, sugar and butter, and underneath, his own self. He lets himself linger for a few moments, his nose stroking over your cheek, before he pulls back, your eyes still firmly closed. The click of his helmet lets you know that he’s once more covered up and you open your eyes, slightly sad that he can’t let you see his face, you’d love to see what those soft lips look like. 

“I should go,” he says, a tinge of regret in his voice, “I have other things I need to see to before I leave.” He takes your hands and helps you stand, the remains of the pie forgotten on the floor as you follow him out to the front of the bakery. 

“This….was wizard…” he mumbles in a low voice, yet again standing by the door, “I’ve never…experienced something like this.” 

“Me either, Din,” you mumble, suddenly very sad that he’s leaving, “Promise that you’ll come back some day.” 

“I’ll try, but I can’t promise,” he says, his hand, gloved now, comes up to caress your cheek one last time. 

He turns and puts his hand on the handle and something hits you, “Wait, hang on, just wait there.” 

You rush back behind the counter and grab one of your bread bags and quickly put four croissants into it. 

“Here,” you say, holding it out to him as you get back to the door, “For the road, or whatever you’re doing.”

He takes it, cocking his head to look down at the bag before he looks up at you again, “You’re going to make my armor fit very tight.” “Hey, I didn’t tell you to eat the entire pie in one sitting,” you grin and from behind the helmet comes a low chuckle. 

“I still blame you for baking something far too irresistible.”

“Take care, Din, I hope I see you again sometime.” 

“Me too, mesh’la,” he says, giving you a nod and opening the front door. 

Part Three

If you want to try Din's Lemon Meringue Pie, here's the recipe I used!

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[harlowsbby]

With U 💘

Requested, a rainy valentine’s day spent inside I feel like jack would go above and beyond to still make it great.

“Dammit.” Jack cursed as he looked at the weather notification that had just been sent to his phone.

It was Valentine’s Day the day of love but unfortunately it looked like the two of you would be spending your Valentine’s Day indoors. It was meant to be raining all day today with severe thunderstorms.

It was around seven in the morning when Jack had woken up and saw the weather outside, he planned for the two of you to have a little romantic picnic but he figured if you couldn’t have the picnic outside that he’d bring it inside.

He saw that you were still fast asleep so he made his way downstairs to set everything up.

He took the picnic basket from out the garage and even packed it with a few sandwiches, chips, fruit and cookies.

When he was finished he made his way into the living room and moved apart the couches and started laying down blankets and pillows and put the picnic basket in the middle on the floor.

“You’re so in love it isn’t even funny anymore.” Ace’s voice came from the speaker of Jack’s phone.

“He really is because if it was me the whole day would’ve been ruined.” Urban spoke. Jack rolled his eyes at his friends and paid them no mind.

In the middle of setting everything up Urban and Ace ended up calling Jack to see what he was doing.

“You both are just jealous and hate the fact that I’m in love and you both aren’t.” He said.

“Whatever I don’t need a woman.” Ace mumbled. “We’re team single over here.” Urban added on and Jack simply rolled his eyes.

“Should I lite a few candles? Or is that doing too much.” He asked and stood back to observe and look at everything he set up so far.

Jack was a perfectionist he’d spend hours on something till he thought it was perfect.

“I’d say just a few.” Jack placed a few lit candles above the fireplace and took the rose petals he had bought and tossed them around the living room.

He placed your gift next to the basket along with a bottle of sparkling cider, neither of you drank so sparkling apple cider was the go to drink for the night.

“Wow, you actually did a good job.” Ace said and Jack went to thank him but stopped when he heard footsteps approaching.

“She’s up I’ll call you guys back.” He quickly said and rushed them off the phone.

Urban snorted. “Yeah fucking right I’m sure by the end of the week I’ll find out if I’m going to be an uncle or not.” Urban joked.

“You need to be finding out if you’re going to be the one making me an uncle.” Jack said making him Urban got mute.

“He got your ass.” Ace laughed and Jack chuckled and quickly hang up the call.

“Jack?” You called out for him as you made it downstairs. “I’m in the living room babe.” He called out to you.

When you made it into the living room you stopped in your footsteps upon seeing the dimly lit room, the rose petals everywhere and the picnic basket.

“You did all of this?” You grinned and he smiled and nodded.

“I sure did when I woke up this morning the news app said it would be raining all day with severe thunderstorms so I brought the picnic to us.” He smiled ear to ear.

“You’re so sweet.” You coo’d and made your way to him when you were finally in arms reach he brought you into him.

“Happy Valentine’s Day babe.” You smiled and looked up at him. “Happy Valentine’s Day Jack.”

Jack pulled back and looked down at you a small and silly grin played at the corner of his lips. “Can I kiss you?” You smiled. “Of course, you know you don’t have to ask.”

Before you knew it he was crashing his lips onto your lips he put one of his hands on the back of your neck and pulled you closer if that was even possible.

You wrapped your arms around him and started kissing back passionately he smiled into the kiss which made you smile as well.

He pulled away slowly and rested his forehead against your forehead. “I love you.” He said with the biggest smile.

“I love you too Jack.” Even though you were a bit bummed out you couldn’t spend your day outside. You appreciated the face that Jack was still was able to make up for it.

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PICTURES - TOM KAULITZ

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Hi I went back onto old Tokio Hotel TikTok and I think I’m ready to start writing for this fandom again !!

Content warning !!: fluff, sweet n soft!tom x sick!gn!reader

You sat on the couch, waiting for your boyfriend to get home with your soup. You had come down with a cold and your boyfriend insisted on getting you stuff to make you feel better. So you didn’t argue and just sat there waiting for him to return, your eyes becoming droopier by the minute. Just as you thought you were dozing off your boyfriend came through the doorway with a basket.

“Hey babe! I’m home, I could help but get you a little more than just soup” Tom says rubbing his nape. You look at him, examining the basket in his hands. “Tom! I told you I’m fine” you try to protest. Tom shushes you, setting down the basket in front of you. “I’m gonna go make your soup, you turn on a movie and I’ll be back” he smiles kissing your forehead. Tom walks to the kitchen as you stand up to look through your DVD collection. picking out ‘the parent trap’ and putting it into the DVD player. Tom comes back with your soup and some popcorn.

He sets your food down and brings you a drink and cold relief. “Here you go baby, it’ll make you feel better” he says handing you the medicine. You whine, but take the medicine as Tom wraps a blanket around you, lying on your shoulder. He plants a few small kisses on your neck and shoulder putting the popcorn bowl next you guys. “You didn’t have to do this for me” you say looking into your boyfriend’s eyes.

“Nah, I wanted to- that reminds me” he quickly said jumping up off the couch back into the kitchen. He came back with the same basket, showing you all the things he had got. Tom pulled out some clips with little pink bows on them. “I got these for you, they reminded me of you, you told me how you wanted to clip some of our pictures together in our room” he says. “Oh Tom!” You exclaim, hugging your boyfriend. Tom chuckles, putting his face in your hair. “Cmon, let’s go set them up” he says taking your hand, pulling you off the couch.

You smile as he opens your bedroom door, the small Polaroid pictures already on the bed. Tom sits on the bed, patting a spot on the bed for you. You sit with him, opening the picture clips carefully. You get up and take a few tacks, using them to place the clips above your bed. Tom hands you a picture to start the chain. You smile at the picture as you hang it up. One after the other, he keeps handing you pictures. Your smile widens as you see your favorite picture of you guys. “The first date we ever had” you say looking at Tom. Tom melts as he sees the picture. “We were so little, three years ago” he says tearing up.

“Wow I can’t believe it’s been three years since I met the love of my life” you say leaning Tom in for a kiss. You two sit there for a moment in peace before continuing to place the pictures. “Aww Halloween last year, these were my favorite costumes” you say showing Tom. Tom laughs. “Alice and the mad hatter” you smile, getting an idea. “You got a marker?” You ask Tom. “Oh yea baby, sure” he says handing you his red sharpie out of his pants pocket.

You take the sharpie from his hand and make a little heart around you guys. “There” you say as Tom smiles, kissing your forehead. “You’re so cute” he says looking into your eyes, his smile widening. You clip the picture on the wall looking at Tom, taking his hand in yours. “It’s perfect” you say. “It sure is” your boyfriend replies putting his forehead on yours. You yawn leaning into Tom. “Tired?” He asks. You nod still leaning on him.

Tom giggles, picking you up and placing you on the bed with him. You nuzzle up to him once he lays down, putting your face in the nook of his neck. “I love you” Tom says rubbing you back, slightly lifting up your shirt to gently scratch. “I love you too” you mumble, tiredly placing a kiss on Tom’s exposed neck. After a few moments of silence you speak up.

“If you get sick tomorrow it’s not my fault” you say completely serious but Tom breaks down your serious manner with a chuckle. “Baby, that’s the least of my worries. If I get sick then I just get to hang out with the love of my life” he says, his other hand now in your hair. You giggle, kissing him on last time. “Goodnight you dork” you say closing your eyes. “Goodnight cutie” he says scooting closer to you before you both fall asleep.

Hiii! So sorry it’s been so long :(( I’m currently going through some family issues at the moment so please bear with me. But anyways I hope you all enjoyed and I’ll try to upload at a sooner date. Love ya!!

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[steinfellds]

Picnic Date

Pairing: Wednesday x Fem!Reader

Summary: You drag Wednesday away from her typewriter to have a double date with Enid and Ajax in the forest.

1.1K Words

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The loud clicking of Wednesday’s typewriting was starting to bother you. She’s been writing for the past half hour, and you haven’t gotten a single second of sleep.

“Wednesday, can you please stop writing. It’s loud.” You whined out.

“I’m doing my one-hour writing time.” Her typing didn’t falter as she spoke.

“I can’t sleep.”

“You’re welcome to go back to your own room.”

“But I wanna hang out with my girlfriend.” You pouted, rolling dramatically onto your side so you could see Wednesday’s face.

Wednesday’s lip slipped up into a smile for a brief second before falling back to her emotionless face. “We hung out today.”

“You’re an asshole, you know that?”

The dorm’s door flew open suddenly, showing a very excited looking Enid on the other side.

“Wednesday, Y/n! Ajax and I are going on a picnic date in the forest, like right now, and we would like to know if you want to have a cute double date.”

“No, we would- “

“Of course, we would. It wouldn’t hurt for Wednesday to go outside and sit in the sun for a little bit.” You smiled at Enid, not missing the sour look that was given to you by your girlfriend.

“Great! Thing has basically already set it up, but he forgot to bring pillows, so just grab some before leaving.” Enid quickly turned away with a smile plastered across her face.

“I have a strong dislike to you sometimes.” Wednesday sighed, standing up from her desk.

“Right, and that’s why you asked me out.” You grabbed two of Wednesday’s pillows off her bed. “Let’s go.”

 

“It’s really cute what Thing set up, I think you’ll love it.” Enid cheerfully told you as she took a big step over a tree root.

Sometimes you wonder if Enid has any other emotions than happiness. You don’t think you’ve ever seen her not cheerful.

You felt Wednesday slip her hand secretly into yours. You glanced over at her with a smile. Wednesday is never too keen on PDA, but she’s been growing more comfortable over time.

“Here we are!”

You gasped at how cute it looked. There was a red plaid picnic blanket and a massive picnic basket. The view in front of the blanket looked over a beautiful lake which had ducks flying in the air and swimming in the water.

“Wow, and Thing set this up?” You asked, placing down Wednesday’s pillow so she could sit on it.

“Yep, spent the whole morning on it.” Ajax said, smiling when Enid rested her head on his shoulder.

“I’d preferred a blanket with less colour but at least it isn’t pink or something blinding like that.”

You hit Wednesday’s stomach softly with the back of your hand, giving her a look

“But even with the colour, it does look good.” Wednesday gave you an annoyed glare.

Enid laughed and started to pull food out of the picnic basket. Sandwiches, fudges, lemonade, and other things were placed in front of you.

You grabbed a sandwich off the plate, “Eat this. It looks good.” You pressed it against Wednesday’s lips waiting for her to take a bite.

“I’m capable of feeding myself.”

“Last time you ate a sandwich, it went all over your school uniform so I don’t think I can trust you. Open.” She opened her mouth reluctantly and took a bite, her annoyed look didn’t go away until you kissed her forehead.

“Taste good?” Wednesday nodded, pushing the sandwich away from her mouth and towards yours.

You took a bite out of the sandwich, “Mhh, it does taste good.”

When you got distracted talking to Enid and Ajax about school things, Wednesday took this as a chance to subtlety rest her head in your lap. Your hand immediately went to her head, and you started scratching at the back of her neck.

 

“We should probably head back now; we’ve been out here for an hour.” Enid checked her phone for the time.

Everybody hummed in agreement.

“Is she asleep?” Ajax pointed to Wednesday, groaning as he stretched his limbs.

“Yeah, she fell asleep 45 minutes ago.” You watched the way her chest rose and fell peacefully.

“She’s going to be grumpy when you wake her up.” Enid muttered, the memories of how she once woke up Wednesday flashing through her mind. She would never make the mistake of waking her up again.

“I’ll probably stay out here for a bit, it’s peaceful.”

Ajax and Enid nodded, “We would stay but we have to get back to do some…things.”

Your face scrunched up in disgust, “Yeah, please go make out somewhere far, far away from us.”

They both laughed before running off towards the school.

You brushed your hand softly over Wednesday’s cheek, mumbling her name softly. She stirred slightly and batted your hand away.

“Don’t whack my hand away.” You scolded.

Wednesday couldn’t supress the giggle that escaped her mouth. She sat up and rested her head against your shoulder.

“How long was I out for?”

“Almost an hour. You look pretty when you sleep by the way.”

Wednesday frowned and moved away from you, “Gross. Don’t ever say something like that again or I will throw up.”

“Wow, can’t even compliment my own girlfriend?” You rolled your eyes.

“No.”

Wednesday stood up and held her hand out, waiting for you to take it. You roughly grabbed it and pulled yourself to your feet.

“Hey!” Wednesday cried out in surprise. You almost pulled her to the ground.

“Sorry.” You sheepishly apologised.

Wednesday hummed, accepting your apology. She walked over to the lake and wrapped her arms around her chest. It was a chilly afternoon.

“It’s beautiful.” You replaced Wednesday’s arms with your own and pulled her closer to you.

“Not as beautiful as you are though.” Your flirting was hopeless and cringey, but it never failed to make a small smile appear on Wednesday’s lips.

“How romantic.”

You and Wednesday stood beside the lake for a while, enjoying each other’s presence. You never got to spend one-on-one time like this without the fear of somebody barging in on you.

“We better head back soon, it’s almost dinner.” You pulled your phone out to check the time.

“Then I can finally get back to my hour of writing time that you and Enid rudely stole me away from.”

“It’s okay to admit that you actually enjoyed socialising with your friends, Wednesday.”

She gave you a side-eye, “No comment.”

You laughed loudly. You found it hilarious how Wednesday would never admit to having enjoyed something, though she never has to admit it with you. You always know when she’s enjoying herself.

“Wanna race back to school?” You got in the stance to start running.

“Absolutely not.” Wednesday stared at you, unamused at the idea of running through a forest.

“I’ll meet you there!” You quickly sped off, weaving your way around trees and bushes.

 

Wednesday sighed softly before running after you with a massive smile on her face.

#wednesday x reader #wednesday x you #wednesday x y/n #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams x you #wednesday addams x y/n #wednesday addams #wednesday

[sleepingdeath-light]

relationship hcs ; alastor

requested by ; anonymous (08/03/24)

fandom(s) ; hazbin hotel

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; alastor

outline ; “Excuse me, I don't know if requests are still closed but would it be okay to ask relationship headcannos about Alastor??”

warning(s) ; some references to canon-typical levels of violence from alastor, but mostly fluff!

there are an innumerable amount of reasons as to why it’s damn near impossible to get close enough to alastor to form a romantic relationship with him, but even after you have somehow managed to gain his trust and admiration to the point that he wants to court you things don’t get any more straightforward — arguably they only get more complicated the longer you’re an item

he’s nothing short of a gentleman with you and insists on taking things slow and going about things the ‘traditional’ way (or as close to traditional as one can get in hell) — and that can mean anything from holding doors open for you (either himself or through his shadows) or lending you his coat when you seem cold, to aggressively shutting down/intimidating the afterlife out of anyone who approaches you with intentions he deems inappropriate or delivering you your enemy’s severed head in amongst a gift basket of flowers and baked goods (courtesy of rosie as he’s not much of a baker himself)

he uses a mixture of french and english pet names for you depending on his mood — think along the lines of such terms of endearment as ‘my dear’ or ‘ma chèrie / mon chèri’ — and for his own part he’d rather you just address him by name unless you’re in private and he’s in a very good mood (well… a good enough mood to actually respond to being called something like ‘dearest’ or ‘honey’ instead of outright ignoring you until you actually say his name)

he frequently remarks about how much his mother would love you, how happy she’d be to see him settle down after all of this time, and how he wishes you could meet her — those moments are when you get to see a more human side of alastor, his smile softening to something more nostalgic and genuine as he speaks about one of the few people he truly cared for during his life

he’s not the biggest fan of physical affection in general and will only really partake in it on his terms, but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t show his love for you through other means — in fact, as far as he’s concerned, his affection for you is shown as clear as day despite his own dislike for being touched

gift giving — though his gifts aren’t always the most traditional, alastor does tend to go out of his way and get you things whenever he’s out and about. sometimes that means picking something up from the tailor that he knows you’ll just love, or bringing you a box of baked goods from rosie’s emporium whenever he goes to visit her, and other times that means fetching you ‘trophies’ from the people he’s dealt with on your behalf (sometimes they’re extremely fresh and bloody, other times he actually makes an effort to clean and dry them — it’s 50/50 regarding how much cleanup you’re gonna need to do), but no matter what he’s always happy (proud, even) when he presents you with your gift — and even prouder if he comes back to your place of residence later on and sees that you’ve put anything on display (well, the stuff that can be displayed anyway…)

quality time — you’re the person whose company he actively seeks out the most, even if that just means sharing a space as you each go about whatever task you’re doing at the time. of course there are the dates he takes you on (he is a gentleman, after all, and he makes an effort to woo and wow you whenever he has the chance), but the majority of your quality time is spent in the hotel or his recording studio: going about your chores together, hanging out in the common area and overseeing the group activities charlie has planned, sitting side by side and reading or eating in silence, having your meals together, talking about whatever comes to mind when the mood allows it, or just sitting with him in his studio in silence as he broadcasts his show for all of hell to hear

words of affirmation — he’s not the most talkative person, especially not when compared to someone like angel dust or charlie, and is generally more of a listener/observer in most of his daily interactions, but with you he does make an effort to keep up conversation and ensure that you know just how much he appreciates your company. of course he always makes sure to compliment your newest hairstyle or outfit change, especially if you’re dressing up to accompany him to a meeting or another such formal event, but his affirmations go beyond just shallow praise and you get to see much more of that when you’re alone or in the brief moments where nobody is looking your way when you’re with others. for example, he’s always quick to reassure you of how deeply he admires and cares for you (as much as he’s capable of doing either, anyway) by insisting that it takes a great deal to catch his eye and that by merit of being the radio demon’s lover you must be spectacular, no matter what your insecurities may say.

acts of service — again, regardless of his more disturbing proclivaties, alastor is a gentleman and will go out of his way to ensure you’re well taken care of and that any and all unnecessary stressors and discomforts are swiftly and painlessly (for you) removed from your life. sometimes this can mean him fetching you (shockingly well made given his usual diet) breakfast in bed when it’s clear you didn’t sleep well the night before or having his shadow servants do your bidding for the day so you don’t have to worry about overworking yourself in his absence, but it can also translate to actions that are much more aligned with his terrifying reputation — for example, torturing anyone that opposes you (like an overbearing boss or annoying neighbour) into silence and compliance with his whims

alastor is also a generally very protective and territorial partner who isn’t above getting petty and passive aggressive towards anyone who tries to interfere in your relationship — and then if they don’t get the hint and back off immediately (or they attempted to cause you harm) he’ll start getting outright aggressive and make sure that they understand just how much they fucked up by trying to take what belongs to him

related to the above point, but alastor also has a nasty possessive streak to him and will heavily monitor all of your external relationships (both just by sticking by your side whenever he’s able, and also by ensuring you always have one of his shadows by your side when you’re apart) — he’s more lenient with your friendships if you happen to be with someone he explicitly trusts (like rosie or nifty) or someone that he knows wouldn’t dream of interfering in your relationship (like charlie who is too nice for her own good sometimes) but otherwise you can expect him to be extremely judgemental and passive aggressive with the people in your life that you’re close to (especially if they happen to be someone who distrusted him immediately… like vaggie)

this side of him can be managed with a lot of patience and compromise from you, but it’s never going to go away completely so you’re going to have to get used to that side of him early on

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #fluff #fluff hcs #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel fluff #alastor x reader #alastor fluff #hazbin alastor x reader #hazbin alastor fluff

[wd-ghosty]

Midnight Serenade

Donnie x reader fic

I really tacky like this concept so I wanted to write about it, so basically you and donnie go on a date. I still new to writing so pls be nice, hope you enjoy <3.

It’s late winter early spring as you’re getting ready for your date, last nights flurry left some snow on your ground so it’s best to bundle up a bit. As you were putting on your shoes, you hear a knocking on the window, “Come in!” your window slides open and a turtle boy whereinga shit ton of purpel crawls in after he threw in a picnic basket.

“I was scared i was gonna be late, but i see you’re not even done yet”

“Scoff! I’m putting on my shoes so i basically am done, what happened to mr. attention to detail?”

“Heyyy i thought you hated ot when i said scoff!?”

“I have no recollection of that conversation,” he rolled his eye at your comment as he sits down on your bed. You get up to go get the drinks from your kitchen. “Common lets go.”

The two of you take a train to Clark st, then walk over to the brooklyn bridge. The two of you trot along the bridge and you’re excited to see where donnie is taking you.

“We’re here,”

“...Donnie we’re still on the bridge.”

“Exactly. You’re good at balancing on polls right?”

You face went white when he said that. You look at the belts of the bridge then you look back at donnie nodding. Your soul sinks in your stomach and the look on your face has donnie rolling around on the groud, kicking and screaming, “I’m just kidding hun.” his hover bike thing pulls up and your melanin instantly comes back.

“If you pull that shit with me again I will hop on your ass like super mario and beat you with your already shitty shell!” donnie went agaps, jaw on the groud, hand on his chest.

“Damn, I didn’t know it would scare you that much?” he laughs off his nevers as the two of you get on his bike. The two of you hop of when you get to the top of one of the tower things inbetween the belts, the city lights illuminating everything around you so you can see perfectly. As you are admiring everything around you donnie starts to set up the picnic blanket, “Wow i didn’t know you’d like it here this much.”

“What do you mean? This is so cool, you act as if you come here regularly.” he looks up at you with a smile, “... you come here regularly don’t you?”

“It’s our new favorite hangout spot, and much more discrete then rooftops.”

"Theres a really busy street right below us. what's the difference?" You sit down across from donnie on the picnic blanket and you help him take everything out of the basket,

"The difference, most people aren't looking up when they're driving. And why would they take their eyes off the busy rode?"

"Mabey they have a death wish?"

"Mabey."

You pull of the heart shaped plates and glasses out of the bag and start to gush over them, “Don’t you just LOVE these cups i got you!?”

“Yeah, i love that, including the heart shaped wicker basket, and pillows, and chocolates… I know that sounds like sarcasm, but i do love it.” as the two of you continue to unpack you see your favorite cookies, and cupcakes.

“Donnie! You didn’t!”

“Why do you sound so surprised like i dont do this all the time?”

“Its because you remembered!”

“It’s hard to forget our favorite things when we always talk about them. Every time we’re hanging out one of us just starts ranting as the other is working.”

“I love that for us, and because of that I know just how much you ACTUALLY like Atomic Lass… that and i check you search history.”

“And I yours… I shoudln’t have done that.”

“I warned you. Anyone who got quezy durring the saltburn bath tub scene, couldn’t handle whats on my laptop.” you laugh a little remebering the first time the two of you watched that, he left the room multiple times.

When the two of you were done setting up you just started talking, about whatever came to your mind. LMK, jupiter jim, the boondocks, anything you guys liked, “oh do you remember when we watched violet evergarden together for the first time?”

“Ofcourse you started crying when the episode about the littel girl came on.”

“Which one?”

“The one with the mom the wrote a bunch of letters for you daughter before she died.”

“That one was soo sad! But it was really sweet, that is what i call motherly love”

“You cry for the dumbest things hun,” he starts laughing at you but you laugh with him, “You wont cry for sad movies whatsoever but the second you relate to a character you start bawling. As far as i'm aware you mother is still alive.”

“It’s not about the dead mother! Its aboutt he dedication to her child!'' Donnie just listened to you rambling on about it, your voice is basically white noise. The amount of times he’s fallen asleep just by being around you is countless, the ease you put him at is unmatched. “and that just pulled all my heart strings!”

As the night went on the two of you purely enjoyed eachothers company, and the sweets donnie brought. As the two of you talked a sertain song came on,

But when the morning comes

We'll burn it down and then

We'll build the world again...

Our love is God.

“I forgot this song was on this playlist,” Donnie trys to skip it but you stop him,

“Remebere when we were fourteen how we did a two person play of the heaters?”

“Yeah what abo- ohhh” donnie gets up on his feet, “you remember the lyrics right?” he holds out his hand for you.

“Ofcourse,” You take his hand as the two of you get into character.

Hi Kurt, it's Veronica

How did you guys know it was always a fantasy of mine to have two guys at once?

Wowuhh... lucky guess?

Well, if you want it to come true, meet me at the cemetery, at dawn

Free pussy!

And we don't even have to buy it a pizza!

Punch it in! Whaat?! Hahaha!

The two of you were both theater kids, singing together mixed with your average acting filled the two of you with joy way back when you were younger. The two of you join hands again as you shift to veronica and JD.

We can start and finish wars

We're what killed the dinosaurs

We're the asteroid that's overdue

The dinosaurs choked on the dust

They died because God said they must

The new world needed room

For me and you

Well your average acting, everytime the two of you sang this song donnie was too realistic. The way he would make your heart throb was supernatural. Despite being cold blooded your were never cold with you touched him.

I worship you.

I'd trade my life for yours

They all will disappear

We'll plant our garden here

He cups your cheek in the palm of his hand, as he kisses you. His hand was warm, everytime he held you, you felt safe. He pulled away from you and continued the song, and you joined him quickly after.

Our love is God

Our love is God

Our love is God

Our love is God

“You missed acouple lines hun.” he pecks your cheek,

“Only because you kissed me,”

“Stop acting like you did’t like it”

“Ugh.” he wraps his hands around you hips and stuffs his face in the crook of your neck.

...I worship you

I'd trade my life for yours

We'll make them disappear

We'll plant our garden here

Our love is God

Our love is God

“I love that song don.”

“I know you do hun.”

I hope you guys liked it! There some references that some people might not get, like the super mario reference, but still. Kiss, kiss, hope you have a good night, day, afternoon or whatever. <3

#rise of the tmnt #rottmnt fanart #fanfiction #fanfic #rise donnie #rise tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #donnie x reader #donnie x reader fluff #donnie rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #donatello x reader #tmnt donatello #rottmnt donatello #2003 donatello #donatello hamato #rise donatello #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtle mutant mayhem #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012 #teenage mutant ninja turtle headcanons #fluff #tmnt fluff #fanfic fluff #fanfic friday #donnie x reader smut #donatello x reader smut #rise of the tmnt fanart #writers on tumblr

[thewalkingwillowtree]

Safe Haven

Series Part Listing Found Here

Neteyam x Original Na'vi Female Character

Summery: Seeking refuge, Xilä and her father venture to the lands of the Omatikaya clan, in the hopes that the Toruk Makto would be generous in allowing them to stay. This is her story about not only finding her strength, but finding love. 

I feel like the above image needed to make a comeback for this part. Tehehe. Special thanks of course to @cinetrix

Warning: This story contains smut, violence & abuse (please don't read if these topics will affect you)

PART WARNING: Contains mentions of childbirth

Some characters have been aged up. Neteyam in particular is 23.

Xilä is my own creation.

~

Part 12 - The One After Iknimaya

Niwan Loreyu was just as beautiful as Xilä remembered. 

The moment they stepped through the vined wall she felt the calming waves of that familiar feeling of being hugged lovingly. 

Eywa. 

Scanning the scenery before her, Xi squinted when she noticed a few new and somewhat out of place items littered around the small area.

“What’s-” she started, but Neteyam simply pulled her along until they drew nearer to the far right corner where there sat the base of a massive, thick tree trunk- its branches not visible since it grew out of the hideaway. 

“Is that my satchel?” she asked, confused, noting it along with a couple others hanging from the trunk. 

Stepping away from him, she surveyed the area properly, lighting up as she did. 

Connected to the trunk and the side of a wall of strange vegetation, was a lush canopy of beautiful flowers. A large soft pelt was spread underneath it, creating a romantic and intimate looking bed. Xi even spotted a few stolen blankets from her own bed back home, rolled neatly at the edge of the pelt. 

Turning around, she saw a basket filled with a few little pots and washcloths which was placed on a rock by the pool of rippling water. 

A small wood crafted folding table sat nearby with two patched cushions as seats- one on either side of the table. And in addition to the glimmers of the bioluminescent plants and the on and off blinking of flying glowbugs, there were tiny lit lamps scattered across the space. 

“Neteyam?” she asked, turning to him with a sweet but curious smile. 

He scratched his temple sheepishly. “I was um, hoping we could maybe stay a few days? Just the two of us, spending time together? I don’t think one night alone with you is enough for me honestly,” he admitted quietly. “But only if you want to of course,” he added quickly. 

She stared at him. He was shy right now and it was honestly the cutest thing ever. 

“What about food?” she asked in faux seriousness, enjoying the way he was all squirmy at the moment- a far cry from his usual self assured disposition. 

He pointed to one of the hanging satchels. “Enough for hopefully a week,” he said. “And we’ve got drinking water,” he continued, gesturing to the small trickling waterfall. 

“Bath,” he said, walking over to the pool, showing her the soap balms and washcloths. “Bed,” he added, jerking his head to the pelt under the canopy. 

“And if we get bored, which I highly doubt we will, I packed a few games as well. I even borrowed a deck of UNO from one of the lab guys,” he finished with a tiny smile, tail wagging behind him, seeming eager to know what she was thinking. 

“Wow,” Xi said, impressed. “What about clothes?” she asked, trying to prolong her teasing.

His brows narrowed as if he realized what she was doing, so he turned the tables on her instead. “They’re in your satchel, but I don’t think you need them since I’m planning on keeping you naked the entire time,” he said matter of factually. 

“Right,” she replied with burning cheeks. “Um, one last question. Did you ah- tell our families? Sal and Jxo aren’t going to show up thinking you kidnapped me are they?” she joked. 

“No.” He laughed and shook his head. “There’s a big trip planned for tomorrow, you know the one Lo’ak was boasting about last week?” 

She nodded, remembering how excited her friend was about finally getting a vacation.

“They’re leaving tonight, maybe after the party- spending a week away near an old RDA base. It’s um, kind of a secret tradition to take the new recruits out to bond a bit, but it’s really just an excuse for the warrior’s to get drunk and let loose for once.” 

Xi shot him an amused look. 

“Anyway….uh, our families may be under the impression that I’m surprising you and taking you along on the trip with the others. So we’re free to stay here…none the wiser. Lo’ak. Um, he'll cover for us.” 

“Sounds like you have it all figured out….” She bit her lip, feeling herself practically swoon at the sweetness of the man in front of her. “Teyam this is all incredibly sweet. I love it…Thank you,” she whispered. “When did you even plan all of this?” 

Having enough of their distance he moved towards her, eyes gleaming with intention. Titling her chin up, he leaned forward to trace his lips over hers. “Since the moment you agreed to be mine, Xilä.”

And then he was kissing her, feverishly, demandingly, soul sucking, breathtakingly. 

Xilä gasped when he bent her backwards, taking from her what he wanted. He pulled away too quickly for her liking, but then he was suddenly scooping her up from under the thighs and his lips were back on hers again. 

Xi squeezed her legs into his sides while her arms twisted behind his neck as they kissed with abandon, tongues and teeth clashing unceremoniously. 

Neteyam blindly walked towards their canopy, his footsteps illuminated with every step against the soft mossy flooring, until he reached the pelt. 

Keeping her enclosed in his arms he kneeled, then sat back, settling her into the cradle of his folded legs. He broke their kiss and nuzzled her cheek, lovingly caressing down the column of her neck with his nose and lips as she sighed against him. 

“I love you,” he said into her skin, so quietly she thought she imagined it. 

“I love you too.” 

Sitting straight, he reached behind and grabbed his queue, bringing it between them. Xi followed and did the same, watching, entranced as the pinkish tendrils revealed themselves. 

Neteyam’s eyes darted between hers for a fleeting moment, quickly checking for that final sign of confirmation and Xilä’s free palm soothed down his chest in response.

Eyes locked on the ends of their queues, they made Tsaheylu. Tendrils entwining, they glowed in unison, joining as one. 

Pupils blown wide, they inhaled simultaneously, consumed by the rush of emotions filling them- both in awe by the intensity of each other's feelings.

They remained still for a moment, enthralled by the connection. 

Xilä smiled up at him. Then, pulling him towards her by the nape, she kissed him, slowly. She tried to look into his eyes when they broke apart but he averted his, choosing instead to lick a path down the soft of her skin, tasting and savoring the feeling of her in his arms. 

Laying her onto her back, Neteyam followed, continuing his feast as he lapped and kissed his way down her clavicle. 

Xi purred, absorbed by his affections. 

She let him undress her, smiling when he nipped her ankle after he’d removed her extravagant anklets. Her hips jumped when he playfully tested the pool of liquid between the valley of her thighs after removing her skirt and undercloth. And when her top was gently pried away, he tasted each of her dark blue hardened nipples, just because. 

When she was completely bare, he sat back and stared unabashedly. He took his time, gazing appreciatively at her soft but toned lines- her months of training, hard work and proper nutrition was clear as day. 

A heated flare of raw deep rooted possession filled him and Xilä gasped almost inaudibly when she felt it through their bond.

The longer he stared the deeper her blush turned. Her dark spiced coloured hair looked almost as black as his tonight, and her once overly pale dusty blue skin, now had a healthy and darker hue to it from all her days in the sun. 

She was breathtaking. 

Sitting up on an arm, Xi tugged on his loincloth and he complied, quickly undoing the tie to fling the cloth away, along with his belt and knife holder. 

Now it was her turn to stare. Almost impossibly, Xi’s blush ran even deeper. Biting down on her bottom lip she peered up at him with an innocence mingled with a wanton neediness.

“Um, this might be a really stupid question,” she whispered, sending another somewhat nervous glance down to the hardened appendage currently sweeping along his lower abdomen. “I’ve been wondering for a while, but we’re here now so…I kind of need to ask…um, will it…fit?” 

Pushing her completely onto her back once more, he hovered over her and grinned against her lips. “Yes,” he assured as he slipped a hand between her legs to cup her. “If I do it right.” 

She gasped into his mouth when two of his fingers instantly slid into her, curving with a pleasurable pressure. 

Neteyam used his tail to nudge her thighs further apart, allowing more room for his working hand and throaty noise filled the air when he sped up his pace. 

Xilä’s moans were like music to his ears as she rocked her hips against his fingers. 

“Neteya- mmm, shit.”

In quick succession and with a single circle of his thumb to her clit, she was clenching around his fingers and coming with a breathy sigh. 

“Good?” he asked, withdrawing his hand to suck his fingers clean.

“Good,” she echoed, feeling her body tingle and relax from the orgasm he’d given her. 

His fingers were back now, dipping between her folds, pressing against her entrance. All three, thick digits were sheathed inside her this time, slowly stretching her with every stroke and curl. 

“More,” she begged. “More. Please Teyam.”

Greedy for more, Xi took matters into her own hands. She reached between them and gripped him causing him to gasp in shock and bite down hard on the breast he had just sucked into his mouth. 

“AH!” she yelled, arching in pain, making her accidentally tighten her hold on his length. 

“FUCK!” he grunted, in not only surprise but mostly from the sudden pressure on his poor dick.

Groaning out loud, he sucked in a breath of air, screwing his eyes shut when she began to stroke him. 

Fingers barely meeting her thumb, Xilä began to move her hand up and down the way she often saw him do. She peered down between them, loving the feeling of him all hot and hard and heavy. She glanced up at him with a grin, the same time he glared down at her with flaring nostrils. 

But then he was quickly averting his eyes from hers and her fun was halted when his sticky coated fingers suddenly tugged her bandaged wrist away. 

“Fuck,” he muttered again with closed eyes and a clenched jaw- straining to gain control of himself as he breathed heavily. 

“Are you okay,” she asked, trying to push him back to see his face. He looked pained and a pang of guilt clouded her when she figured she must have done something wrong.

“Mm. Yeah just give me a minute, baby.” 

“Alright,” she hushed, palming his biceps in comfort. 

Xilä could feel the push and pull of his raging emotions…but then, eyes narrowed on the man between her thighs, something else occurred to her. Lips parting to say something, a little noise escaped her when three fingers entered her once more without a word. 

“Neteyam,” she called, but he ignored her, choosing to focus on the squishing mess between her legs.

Doing her best to stay immune to the delicious pleasures quickly consuming her, she pushed at his chest. “Neteyam, look at me,” she said. 

He glanced at her for a fraction of a second before finding her breasts far more interesting, leaning down to sooth his tongue over the deep indents he’d made on the right one. 

“Nete-yam,” she tried again, voice breathy and strained and pleading. 

“Hmm?” he hummed in faux interest as he curled his fingers deeper. 

“Why won’t you- f-fuck!” she stuttered out when he found that one particular spot inside of her, but she stayed strong. “Why won’t you look at me?”

“Leave it, Xi.”

She didn’t like his response, so she tried a different tactic. 

“Eyes, Neteyam,” she ordered, causing him to freeze. A frustrated mewl left her when his fingers stilled too, she was so close to coming. 

“I can’t,” he said, almost as if he were mad at himself. 

“Why not?” she asked, biting her cheek to stop from laughing at his stubbornness. “Tell me why you can’t look at me in the eyes, handsome.”  

“Stop,” he warned.

“Unless…they're bothering you?” she teased in a sing-song voice. “Are my eyes too mu- AH SHIT!” 

He had effectively shut her up by grinding the heel of his palm on her clit while rubbing right against that one particular spongy spot again. 

“Come for me, Xilä,” he ordered.

Her breath hitched and Neteyam smirked against her collarbone when he felt her tensing up. 

Fire licked her inside out as a coil tightened low in her abdomen. Xilä’s thighs quaked and her back bowed, then a sharp cry ripped from her lips as she gushed all over his hand. 

More than pleased with himself, he helped her through the waves, whispering words of praise into her pointed ear. 

“Good?” he eventually asked once again, checking in on her as the pads of his fingertips rubbed her along her swollen folds.  

“Good,” she replied with a happy hum. 

Feeling his movement, Xi looked down to see him slathering his shaft with her slick- the arousing sight alone brought back that flickering coil in her lower abdomen to life once more. 

“I’ll go slow, alright?” he assured, when he caught her staring. “Tell me if you need me to stop, okay?”

She nodded. 

“Baby.”

“Yes. Yes, okay,” she said quickly, giving him the verbal confirmation he was seeking. 

She inhaled deeply when she felt him plunge his fingers into her one last time for good measure before pulling out to guide his tip to her entrance. 

“Relax, sweetheart,” he soothed, feeling her nerves through the bond. “Don’t tense up.” It was a hypocritical thing to say he knew since he was nothing but tense.

Xilä forced her muscles to relax. She winced when he gave that first push forward, he was much thicker than all three of his fingers combined so it was a bit of a squeeze. 

“Fuuuck,” Neteyam breathed.   

Xi squirmed uncomfortably at the foreign sensation, holding in a whimper at the slight twinge of pain. While Neteyam, although extremely tense and raging to keep control of himself, took his time to ease his way in- slowly stretching her, molding her around him to perfection. 

Dragging, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out.

He’d only pull out just enough so that his tip still kept her entrance open, before delving back in- each time, deeper than the last. 

Xilä’s jaw fell open when he was finally fully seated inside of her.

“Oh Eywa. You’re so deep,” she said in awe, struggling to control her breathing. Fingers creeping downward to rest on her lower abdomen, she gasped. “I can feel you. Right here,” she said, showing him the slight bulge. 

It took a few moments for her to adjust to having him inside of her, but once the slight pain turned into a dull tingle, Xilä couldn’t help but marvel at the feeling of their connection. 

It was incredible. 

“Fuck, fuck. Xilä I can’t. I need to move. Please. I need-”

“Take me,” she said, giving him the okay. “Make me yours.”

Xilä grunted from the first slam of his hips. She gasped with the second and moaned loudly at the third. 

And then Neteyam was wild and relentless. Her breasts shook with each roll, each rut as he growled into the skin of her neck. 

Palms flat against his back, her nails dug deep into his flesh.

It didn’t take very long for her to feel the familiar spring inside of her come to life again, twisting and turning, coiling tighter each time as it prepared to snap- to break, to explode. 

“Shit. I’m going to come,” he cried hoarsely, feeling her clenched firmly around him, locking him in a sweet but tortuous grip.  “Are you close?”

“A-Almost,” she panted.

Sneaking a hand between them, Neteyam worked his fingers against her swollen clit, quickly drawing her closer to her impending rapture.

Eyes rolling, toes curling and body quivering, Xilä screamed his name. What felt like an eruption of molten fire, began to spread through her body like never before, sending rippling shockwave after shockwave. 

Breath erratic and wild, Neteyam chased after her, cursing when his entire body turned taut. He twitched inside of her as hot spurts of come filled her, groaning when her walls continued to pulse, practically milking him of everything he had. 

“Oh fucking hell, Xilä,” he rasped, collapsing completely on top of her with an awed laugh. 

“Oof! ‘Teyam! I can’t breathe!” Xilä exclaimed with a breathy laugh that instantly turned into a wince when he shifted, his pelvis dragging along her already throbbing clit.  

“Sorry,” he apologized, gently easing up onto his forearms as he caught his breath.

“No, I didn’t mean go away,” she protested, locking her propped up thighs to his hips and capturing his cheek in her palm. 

Xilä smiled. “You’re looking at me now,” she teased, loving the intimacy of him still fully sheathed inside of her as his eyes bore into her soul. 

“How do you feel?” Neteyam asked, gaze soft on her as he drew a palm down to caress the skin of her thigh. 

There were remnants of a dull twinging ache between her thighs but the bliss Xi was feeling at the moment countered it all.  

“Like I want to do that again soon,” she answered with a purred hum, eyes closed as if in pure ecstasy. 

His eyes darkened at the sound of her voice and he felt himself begin to harden again. “I think I can make that happen,” he said, surging down to steal a kiss. 

~

Later that night, after a few more rounds of intense lovemaking, Xilä was exhausted. 

She had had a long day after all. 

After Iknimaya, there was the ceremony and feast. Then there was the pairings festivity where she danced to heart’s content followed by a slew of the most brain numbing orgasms she’d ever experienced. 

So suffice to say she was completely beat and extremely sore. 

“Hey, no sleep just yet sweetheart,” Neteyam called softly, rousing her from her doze. 

“Teyam,” she whined unhappily, when he pulled her to sit in front of him, jelly thighs draped over his as their still connected queues draped beside them. 

Neteyam stretched to the side, producing a little pouch he had stashed away, and Xilä, too tired to even be curious at what he was up to, slumped into his chest, cheek finding a comfortable spot to rest. 

“How do you feel, Xi?” he asked, lifting her hand to unwrap her compression bandage. 

“Sore,” she rasped, voice scratchy since she’d done a lot of screaming that night. “But not bad,” she answered with a yawn as she cuddled further into his warmth. 

Moving quickly and with precision, he treated her bruised wrist with the balm his grandmother had given him, clenching his jaw to contain his bubbling anger at the sight of the ugly marks still there. 

When he finished, he rewrapped her wrist with a new bandage. 

“Back up, baby,” he said gently, pushing her off his chest. “Drink,” he ordered, handing her a vial of pain tonic before stretching over for a water skin and making her drink half of it in one go too. 

“I love it when you do this. It makes me feel all fluttery inside,” she admitted through squinty eyes after a gulp of water. 

“Do what?” he asked, unable to keep the grin off his face at the sight of her sex mused hair, kiss swollen lips and soft sleepy expression. 

“Take care of me.”

“Oh yeah?” he hushed out, feeling himself melt at her confession. “Well I’m all yours now, Xi. You’ve locked me down. So I’m going to be taking care of you for the rest of your life.” 

“Sounds terrible,” she sassed in mock sarcasm while simultaneously swooning on the inside. 

Neteyam laughed. 

“What’s so funny?” she mumbled with a grumpy frown. 

“Nothing. You’re just really cute when you’re half asleep,” he said, taking the water pouch from her hands and guiding her to lay down.  

Hydrated and unable to keep up any longer, Xilä was asleep within seconds. 

Quite tired himself, Neteyam stretched out alongside his wife and pulled her into his arms. 

His wife. 

Shit. 

How’d he get so lucky? 

He peered down at her, eyes tracing over her relaxed features. He could feel her calm through their still connected bond. It washed over him, subduing him into a lulled trance, until he too drifted off. 

~

“You’re kidding!” Xilä snapped with an angry scoff. “But they were the assholes that started it in the first place! They were picking on Kiri! Why did you guys have to apologize?”

Neteyam smirked up at his gorgeous mate. She was seated on top of one of the nearby boulders, removing the tangles from her clean damp hair with a whittled comb while he continued to relax in the warm rippling water after their shared bath. 

“Dad’s orders,” he shrugged. “We were the ones visiting their clan, so it was our responsibility. Dad had warned us beforehand that we had to be on our best behaviours and in his eyes since Lo’ak struck the first punch, it was on us.”

“Well that’s just stupid. You were their guests. They should have been more welcoming and not judgmental little assholes,” she said defiantly.  

“It’s in the past anyway,” he said, more for her comfort, seeing the flicker of her protectiveness begin to spark and enjoying it way too much. “We were just all idiot teenagers back then,” he smiled. 

“Well,” she sniffed, “if I ever come across this Ao’nung and his skxawng friends, I’ll be sure to give him a piece of my mind,” she said, combing the strands a bit harder than before. 

“Oh yeah?” Neteyam teased, getting to his feet to close the short distance between them. 

With her seated on the high boulder, they were at eye level now. “Don’t talk too soon sweetheart, you might just get your chance,” he said, spreading her thighs so he could slot between them. 

“W-what do you mean?” Xi asked, slightly distracted, swallowing hard at the sight of water droplets rippling down her husband’s delicious build. Eyes swooping lower, she sucked in her bottom lip with a deep inhale. 

“Dad’s got a few talks in the works. Majority of the well connected clan leaders are looking to get together for a meeting sometime early next year. They want to create a network- more trading, better and easier communication methods, cross training and sharing of knowledge, just an all round discussion of change for the future ahead.”

“Wow,” Xilä said awed. “But wait, how will that give me a chance to speak to Ao’nung?”

“Tonowari, the Metkayina’s olo'eyktan, offered to host the meeting at his clan...I'm going to be in attendance, and I’d love it if my wife were at my side,” he said, tucking a strand behind her ear. 

“She would be honored,” Xilä whispered, smoothing her hands down his chest to palm at the panes of his abdomen. 

Dragging her forward until she was seated at the edge of the rock, Neteyam kissed her. Pulling his queue over his shoulder, he broke their kiss and jerked his head, gesturing for her to do the same. 

Tsaheylu made, Neteyam fucked her right there. He made her come twice before allowing himself to follow, filling her full of his seed, fingers reaching down to make sure she was stuffed with every last drop. 

It was already their fourth day of marital bliss and every single moment had been incredible so far.

Xilä was a fucking dream and Neteyam was addicted. 

He had stayed true to his promise and kept her naked the entire time. 

Sex to her, he soon realized, was just like their training lessons. She was a quick learner- eager to please, eager to explore...and eager to kill him, he thought. 

The moment her stare pierced him the first time she wrapped those pretty pouty lips around his swollen mushroom tip, he exploded. He had come in an instant, as if he were once again a fucking horny teenager. 

And when he thought that was already bad enough, his little mate continued her torture by sucking him dry- eyes watering as her mouth swallowed him as far as her throat would allow before hollowing her cheeks as she released him with an audible POP. 

Then while his poor soul was gasping for air, wondering what the fuck had just happened, she had the audacity to smile up at him and ask if she’d “done it right?” 

Suffice to say he had her on her back within seconds. Her voice turned hoarse that night from all the screaming she’d done as his head stayed buried between her thighs. Tongue and fingers relentless as they teased, denied, edged and then finally gave her orgasm after orgasm.  

Sex with Xilä was a whole new world for Neteyam. Her body was his map to explore and their bond, their connection- Tsaheylu, only made things intensely better. 

Her pleasure was important to him, he was addicted to learning what did it for her. 

Like how she loved her tail tugged on while she bounced on his lap, or how she’d mewl and moan and pant and beg whenever he edged her with his tongue and fingers, even how she’d clench around him in a vice like grip if he whispered words of praise in her ear. 

There weren’t many things that she disliked, but he learned that lesson quite quickly after he made the mistake of wrapping his hand around the front of her throat. She had completely freaked out, gasping for air even though he hadn’t even given the slightest squeeze. 

Feeling terrible, Neteyam had apologized profusely even after she assured him it was fine. 

The turn out after that wasn’t bad though. Because that day he learned another thing about her…he could make her come by sucking on her tits alone if he gave them attention long enough. 

And it was a fucking glorious sight to see. 

On their fifth day, they agreed it would be their last. With all their lovemaking, they burned through their calories and so too their food. Neteyam had mentally berated himself for not packing more to last the entire week.

“How do you think our tent’s coming along?” Xi wondered as they sat across each other at the folding table. “Oh, UNO!” she yelled quickly, placing a red number three card in the pile with a happy tail wag.

“Sorry sweetheart, draw four,” Neteyam smirked with a “ha! Got you,” raise of his eyebrows, grinning at her pout and little nose scrunch. “I hope it’s finished,” he replied to her question.  “Our families are going to go crazy when they find out we came back mated. We’ll need a place to hide,” he joked. 

“I can’t wait to decorate it. One of Sal’s friends makes these amazing tapestries. I think I’ll ask her to make one for us if she’s got free time- one with all the colours, I like those the most. Oh and I was thinking we could maybe reuse your hammock- if that’s okay? I think I actually prefer it to my bed, and it’ll be big enough for the both of us anyway,” she rambled with an excited expression as she rearranged her new drawn cards. “Also where do we get the hanging chimes from? You know the ones that jingles to let you know you have compan- What?” Xi asked, flushing when she caught him staring. 

“Nothing,” Neteyam said with a soft smile. “I just can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you, is all.”  

Xilä melted. “I can’t wait either.” 

After he won that round, they continued discussing their plans for their home. He loved that she was so opinionated on what she wanted for it. He knew it would be her first official home- one that she created and he was more than happy to make sure she got everything she wanted. 

Midway conversation, he noticed her squirm a little, glancing down at her lap a bit uncomfortably. 

“C’mere baby,” he said, trying to quash his knowing grin. “Are you dripping?” he asked, as she settled against his chest. 

“Mm,” she hummed in acknowledgment. “So, is this a thing that’s usually done?” she asked curiously. She noticed over their stay so far, he developed a habit.  

She felt him shrug as he slipped a hand between her parted thighs, thick digits stuffing back his leaking seed into her. 

“Never done this with another girl before, if that’s what you’re asking.” 

“You seem to like doing it,” she noted in amusement, jerking in his hold when he accidentally grazed her still over her sensitive clit. 

“I like everything with you,” he answered, in complete honesty, pressing a tender kiss to her pointed ear. 

But it was the truth. There was just something about having her full of his come that he loved. It was intoxicating was all he could explain it as. 

Xilä released a leisured sigh, relaxing into his arms as she took in the beauty of their hideaway. “I’m going to miss this place,” she said. “I’m also not looking forward to our journey home,” she grumbled somewhat, squeezing at her aching thighs knowing fully well the ride back wouldn’t be any help. 

“Want a massage?” Neteyam offered, fingers still playing between her folds. 

Xi snorted. “No thank you. I know well by now what your massages lead to. I’ve learnt my lesson after you offered last night. You’re the reason they ache in the first place,” she sassed. 

“I’m offering a serious one this time. I don’t want you hurting on the ride back,” he said with a concerned frown. 

“Alright,” she agreed. “After lunch though. I’m getting peckish,” she said, halting his wrist when his playing became a bit too deliberate. She was still recovering from being pounded on her hands and knees not even an hour ago. 

Tilting her head up along his shoulder to meet his gaze, she brought his fingers to her lips, sucking each one clean. 

Neteyam groaned at the sight. “Oh you are such a spicy little minx you, know that?” 

Xilä laughed. “So you’ve said a few times,” she teased, twisting up onto her knees to plonk herself in his lap. She hugged him around the waist, face snuggled into the crook of his neck- just wanting to be close to him. 

“I thought you were hungry,” he smiled, pulling her in closer. Ever since their very first hug, he always marveled over just how perfect she fit in his arms. 

“Mmm yeah, but this is better,” she sighed in content. “Just a little longer please.” 

A comforting silence passed between them as they stayed wrapped up in each other. Only the sounds of the trickling waterfall, the dull roar of the wind and distant cries of creatures could be heard. It was peaceful and all was calm. 

“Sometimes I think I’ll wake up and realize it was all a dream,” Xi murmured against his skin. 

“What was all a dream?” 

“You. Sal, Jxo. Everything that’s happened since I arrived here…Teyam, I never thought I’d be blessed like this…I don’t know what I did to deserve it. I get these feelings sometimes that I’d wake up back in Li’ona and realize it wasn’t all real, and you were gone, and you weren’t really mine.” 

“Xi,” he frowned, trying to tilt back to see her face, but she didn’t budge. 

“I shouldn’t have said anything. It’s stupid I know-”

“It’s not stupid,” he said firmly. “It’s not. Xilä, please look at me.” 

“Let’s forget it, I don’t mean to be a downer during our time together,” she said, sitting to face him with a forced smile.

“No, we are not dropping this. Xi, babe, I want you to tell me these things- I need you too, okay? So that not only do you get it out of your system, but so I can talk you out of thinking you're not worth any of it. To tell you that those tiny whispers in your head are wrong.” 

Looking down, he shifted her on his lap so that he could tear off a string of beads from the front of his loincloth. 

Taking a section of her hair, he began braiding the strands, weaving in the beads as he did. 

“I carved these myself years ago,” he said quietly as he worked. “Here.” He gently guided her fingers to the coloured pieces. “Do you feel that? Look. Do you see them? Do they feel and look real to you?” he asked, peering down at her, pointed ears twitching earnestly. 

Xilä nodded, brows pinched together in confusion. 

“If I’m not around whenever you get those feelings again. Use this. Look at them, feel them. They’re real Xilä Sully. I am real. And I am happy to remind you of it whenever you need me too,” he said seriously. 

At a loss for words, Xilä simply smiled- a real one this time, then said, “I love you Neteyam Sully.” 

~

After their lunch, a massage that led to one last round of lovemaking and bath, they began to pack up their things- loading up his direhorse who had spent the few days roaming free around the area just outside niwan loreyu.

The moment they crossed the border, reaching the first cluster of communities, Neteyam could tell something was off. 

Hearing his name yelled, Neteyam spotted Spider chasing wildly after them and instantly pulled on Antoyle’s reins. 

“Seriously man, why the hell is your comm off?” Spider spat as he ran to close the distance. “Look never mind, just go! It’s D’avi. She’s in labor and asking for Xi.”

“Oh Eywa!” Xilä exclaimed from her seat in front of him. 

Charging off, Neteyam got them there in record speed. 

Without a glance at the gathered friends and family members, Xilä flung herself off the direhorse and headed straight into her sister’s tent. 

The interior had been rearranged somewhat- the usual way the healers normally did in order to prepare for a birth. 

Mo’at was stooped between a panting D’avi’s spread legs, chanting quietly. Yalnïk sat behind his wife, keeping her propped up- dabbing at her forehead with a cloth while Sal and Yalnïk’s mother were on either side of her, holding her hands, fussing over her as they spoke soothing words of encouragement. And then there was Kiri, who shuffled around, assisting her grandmother from the side lines. 

“Oh D’av, I’m here, I’m here,” Xilä cooed, moving to crouch on the same side as Sal, who let her hold D’avi’s hand instead. The mother kissed her adoptive daughter on the temple, more than happy to have her back home. 

“Well you sure took your time,” her sister sassed between labored breaths, accepting the kiss on the cheek Xilä gave her in greeting. “You are lucky my children decided to wait for their aunt to arrive.”

“They love me already,” Xi teased easily, brushing away a sweat soaked strand of hair from D'avi's forehead. “You alright there Yalnïk?” she asked, noticing her brother-in-law’s greenish hue. 

Before he could respond however, his wife snapped. 

“Why do people keep asking him if he is okay? I AM the one birthing not one but two of his massive babies! Have you seen his head? Two of those are about to be pushed out of me right now! Do I look okay? Ask me! Not him! Ask me! Because I am not okay, alright? It has been HOURS and they refuse to come out! He is the reason I am here! The idiot put two of his massive headed babies in me and I am not okay! It’s all his fault! Him and his stupid big fat dick- OH EYWA!” she cried out as a wave of pain hit her. 

Xilä was biting down hard on her cheek as her sister ranted hysterically. Glancing around she could tell the two mothers and even Kiri were also highly amused, and like her were trying their best to school their features. Her brother-in-law on the other hand, turned crimson. 

“Breathe D’av, breathe. Hey, look at me,” she whispered, while D’avi panted. “You’re going to do great, okay? You’re one of the strongest women I know. You’ve got this.”

Tears welling in her eyes, D’avi tightened her grip on her hand. “I'm so happy you are here with me, Xi. I don’t think I could do this without you,” she admitted softly. “You’ll help me right?” she pleaded, showing off a rare side of being vulnerable. 

“Every step of the way,” Xilä assured, kissing the back of her clammy hand. 

“It is time,” Tsahìk declared. 

~

When Neteyam returned to the outskirts of D’avi and Yalnïk’s tent after unloading Antoyle of their packed belongings, he was surprised to see the man standing outside- staring at the closed flap where D’avi’s cries could be heard.  

“Yalnïk?” he said as he drew near. “Why are you out here?” Neteyam asked quietly, sending a hesitant nod in greeting to a pissed off looking Jxo who stood nearby with Yalnïk’s father and twin brother. 

Yalnïk, who seemed a bit queasy, side-eyed him guiltily. “I got kicked out,” he whispered reluctantly.

“What? Why?”

Rubbing the back of his neck, the soon to be father released an embarrassed sigh. “I looked…..then I fainted. So the women kicked me out,” he admitted, frowning helplessly at the closed flap when D’avi cried out again. 

“Ah….Right,” Neteyam said, nodding in sympathy before giving him a pat on the back in comfort. 

“Is he still glaring?” the fisherman asked under his breath, lips barely moving.

Catching his meaning, Neteyam found Jxo’s cold hard stare before quickly averting his eyes with a fake cough. “Yep.”

“Fuck. He’s never going to let me live this down…Hey can you piss him off again like last time, so I can get off the hook?” he joked half seriously. 

They both chuckled then instantly sobered up when their father-in-law made his way over to them. 

“How was the trip?” the elder asked, gruffly, glare cutting into the side of poor Yalnïk’s head once more. 

“Um, good. I’d say it was good,” Neteyam said awkwardly, avoiding the man’s obvious appraisal, hoping he couldn’t suddenly read minds and see the flashes of what exactly happened between him and Xilä on said trip. 

There was no way in hell he was mentioning that he’d taken the man’s daughter as his mate while he was in this pissed a mood. 

Neteyam was saved from Jxo��s further questions however, when the cry of a baby’s voice rang out, startling them all. 

~

A girl and a boy. 

D’avi birthed two healthy, gorgeous babies, and Xilä was already in love. 

She was not the only one it seemed. Sal, Jxo and both of Yalnïk’s parents were completely smitten with their grandbabies. 

When the okay was given for them to come in, Xilä stood on the sidelines as she witnessed their joys of pure unconditional love.

Big, gruff Jxo was soft and tender as he greeted his daughter first. Kissing a still sobbing D’avi on the forehead, telling her how proud he was of her. Sal was also a slew of tears as she held out baby L’eo to meet his grandfather for the first time. 

Meanwhile tiny baby L’eya who was nestled in the arms of her tearful father was being cooed and awed over by her other grandparents. Yalnïk’s brother grinned widely as he welcomed his twin to fatherhood, teasing him that his own twins now each had their own little playmate. 

These two babies had not even been in the world a full hour, and yet they already had so many people who loved them. 

It was a beautiful sight and Xilä’s heart felt full. 

An arm wrapped around her shoulder, pulling her in for a comforting side hug. It was Tsahìk. Kiri had left not too long ago, carrying their supplies back to the healer’s tent. 

“Congratulations to you too my dear,” Mo’at murmured, causing Xi’s head to flick to hers in surprise. “Oh come now child, don’t look at me like that. Did you honestly think I could not sense your bond to my grandson the minute you stepped into this tent?” 

Xilä flushed, pointed ears tingling with embarrassment that it had been so obvious to the elder. 

“Don’t worry, I won’t say a word until you two are ready,” the grandmother continued, turning back to survey the sweet affair before them. “But this means I can begin to advance your training even further now.” 

“My training?”

“Mm yes...It won’t be for years of course, but you will make a fine Tsahìk when the time comes,” Mo’at said frankly. 

Xilä’s jaw dropped. 

~

“Xi darling,” Sal called softly when she re-entered the tent much later that night. “Neteyam is outside for you,” she said, reaching out to take the drowsy baby girl from her arms.

The tent was quiet, save for the suckling sounds of L’eo feasting on an exhausted D’avi’s breast and the low snores of Yalnïk at her side. The poor man had been up with his wife since the night before when her contractions first began. 

“Alright thanks, I’ll be right back,” Xi whispered in response, easing the tiny baby into her grandmother’s arms.  

Heading outside, Xilä flung herself at Neteyam the moment she was within reach and he caught her around the waist with ease.  

Feet dangling off the ground, Neteyam took advantage of the position to walk them into the shadows between two tents. 

“Hi sweetheart,” he murmured, hiking her higher to steal a kiss. 

“Hi handsome,” she smiled, titling her jaw to grant him further access when his lips began to make a path across her skin.  

“How’s D’avi and the twins?” he asked, settling her back down on the low grass, keeping her locked in his arms. 

“They’re great. D’av is resting and the twins- gosh Teyam, they’re the sweetest little things. I can’t wait for you to meet them,” she whispered with gleaming eyes. 

“That’s amazing,” murmured, pecking her on the lips again, like the addicted man he was. “Did you have dinner? I can go get you something- and for D’avi too of course,” he offered, ears twitching in concern as he peered down at her.

She shook her head, heart fluttering at his sweetness. “Sal’s cook mates brought us a really nice spread a couple hours ago. I had two entire bowls of hot stew.”

“Okay good. Are you staying here tonight? To help out?” he asked.

Xi bit her lip and nodded in response. It was on the tip of her tongue to apologize for choosing to stay the night here, instead of with him, but the knowing look he shot her had her swallowing the apology. She knew he didn’t mind, but she still couldn’t help feeling a small pang of guilt. 

“Listen,” she started a bit apprehensively. “I was thinking…so this is a really big moment for D’avi right now…and I don’t-” her mouth twisted, unsure how to word what she was trying to say. 

“Baby, it’s fine,” Neteyam assured, reading her worry all too well. “I don’t mind waiting to tell our families about us. It’ll be a good thing- Hey I’m serious,” he emphasized, seeing her uncertainty. “I honestly don’t mind stalling all the impending fuss and lectures waiting for us,” he joked. “But you’re right. This is your sister’s moment.” 

She mentally sighed in relief, sending a quiet thank you to Eywa for blessing her with the most thoughtful mate in the universe. “Thank you…Um, also, Teyam, it's your birthday’s next week. What’s the council going to say?” she frowned, worrying her bottom lip. 

“That’s for me to handle Xi. Don’t worry about them, alright? How about we go see our tent later tomorrow?” he asked instead, steering the conversation to a lighter topic. 

It seemed to work because Xi lit up the way he loved to see. “Okay,” she agreed quickly. “Oh and maybe after we can go for a quick fly around? I want to see my Journey again.”

“Whatever you want, baby,” he sang, bending at the waist to lift her by the thighs, just because he could. “Now, listen here wife. I’m going to be sleeping all alone tonight. So I’m going to need something to remember you by,” he said in mock seriousness, nudging her nose with his expectantly. 

Xilä laughed at his dramatics, but eagerly leaned in anyway to kiss her husband goodbye. 

~ 

Before Neteyam knew it, three fast weeks flew by.

His days were filled with the tedious works of reinforcing their borders, upping their security from roaming palulukans and heading numerous planning and development strategy meetings. 

Whereas Xilä’s days were split between helping D’avi settle into motherhood and continuing her studies with his grandmother. 

On those few nights when Xi wasn’t at her sister’s, or he wasn’t on watch, Neteyam would sneak into her room at Sal and Jxo’s, where they were back to being as silent as possible. 

Jxo however, seemed to have developed a sixth sense overtime and would often drop smartass remarks to him. 

“You dragged your feet last night. I thought you were a highly skilled warrior?” or “Why don’t you just save yourself the trouble and wake the whole village with all that racket you make sneaking in. You’re not fooling anybody.” 

Suffice to say and much to Xilä’s displeasure, Neyetam refused to touch her in any sexual capacity while under Sal and Jxo’s roof. And so they had become creative when it came to their lovemaking. 

Then there was Neteyam’s birthday. 

Twenty-four years of life. 

It had been a quiet affair after much begging on his part. He really didn’t want any grand celebrations or masses of attention. 

His family held an intimate gathering at their home tent where halfway through, he and Xi snuck out and made their escape from Camp. They spent the remainder of the day, flying, relaxing and enjoying gratuitous amounts of extremely loud sex- niwan loreyu had been a most welcomed hideaway once more. 

When he revealed he was officially a taken man to the entire Council the day after, almost all of the members congratulated him- most looking relieved he was finally in a secure match- others not as pleased with who he had chosen.

Fe’ska, Leati’s mother had turned sour. He knew even after admitting his betrothal to Xi, the woman still held out the hope that he’d end up with her daughter. 

Jake, who was seated at the head of the table however, simply smirked and sent his son a “good on you,” nod as his eyes shined proudly. 

The Council however were against Neteyam putting off the announcement of his pairing with Xilä, but his father had finally put his foot down and overruled them all, citing that his son would do that on his own terms and that now they were all being “fucking ridiculous” with their demands. 

Neteyam appreciated it when Jake then held them all to an oath of secrecy. 

But that was two weeks ago…

Now, however. 

The jig was up. 

The moment Neteyam walked into D’avi and Yalnïk’s tent that morning to check in on Xi, he stopped dead in his tracks. 

‘Shit. Here we go,’ he thought with an accepting sigh of defeat, feeling the sting of the stares from the women seated around the table before him. 

They knew…. 

~

Oh my goodness. This took way too long to write and edit and I lost some of it- just DRAMA with this part.

But enough about that....you guysssss. They're mated! Gah I could cry because it's been such a journey.

I hope I did the love scenes justice. I just really wanted fluff Fluff FLUFFY throughout this part.

Also, I did that thing again when the part was getting way too long. So I had to cut and put it in the next one.

Anywhoo...I hope you guys enjoyed it.

Please let me know your thoughts, you already know I love hearing from you all :)

Ps. I have no full knowledge about the Na’vi and their body anatomy and how everything works. So I used my imagination for the first time sex and baby birthing scene.

Ps. Ps. So it ended on a bit of a cliff hanger which I absolutely hate doing. But I figured you guys could get involved and share how you think the women in Neteyam and Xi's life may react to them hiding the fact that they're already mates.

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ᴛᴀɢꜱ: ʜᴜʀᴛ(ɪꜱʜ)/ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ, ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, "ʙᴀʙʏ" ᴜꜱᴇᴅ, ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴛ

ᴀ/ɴ: ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ ᴀʙ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀꜱꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ…(ɴᴏ ᴊᴏᴋᴇ.) ɪᴅᴋ ɪꜰ ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ. ʟᴏᴡᴋ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜱᴛʀᴜɢɢʟɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ ᴏʀ ᴡᴛᴠʀ

-> ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ᴜᴘꜱᴇᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴏꜰ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴊᴀɪᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜱʜᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴊᴀɪᴍᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴀ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱᴇ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ!

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"Babyy~," A voice came from outside of your window. Curious, you walked closer and saw your boyfriend holding a food basket. You opened your window. The breeze of wind touching your skin made you shiver. "Can I come in? It's so dark and cold out here" Jaime put his two hands together and started pleading like a puppy. You nodded and helped him inside.

"What are you doing here?" you asked. He brushed off himself and set the food basket on your bed. You raised your brows as you got no answer from him. He came closer and hugged you tight. Wrapping his big, cold, and tough hands around your warm body. He stared into your eyes and lips before giving you the kiss you had longed for a while.

"I'm sorry I haven't been hanging out with you, I'm just been really busy," Jaime spoke softly. The small smile you gave reassured Jaime that you forgave him.

"Don't worry Jaime, I know you're busy with hero stuff and other things. I know you are just focusing on saving people and that's fine but," you looked down and sighed. "I just wish I could see you. Not on TV, but in person. We, together, hang out like we used to do. I know-" Jaime shut you up before you were going to say anything else. He ran his hands down your hair multiple times, calming you down.

"And I know I can fix that. Starting now. I brought food over here. Specifically, your favorite foods and drinks, thinking, maybe we both can have a movie night?" You just nodded and snuck away from his grasp to your bed. You got on top and started going through the basket of snacks like a little kid going through gifts on Christmas.

" Wow I see how it is," Jaime crossed his arms. "You left me so fast for snacks" He rolled his eyes and shook his head but he kept an eye on you for your reaction. You sighed and patted the spot next to you.

"I'm waiting for you" you hummed with a smile. Jaime then pounced on your bed like a happy puppy and snuggled in your blankets. You lay down beside him and got the remote to turn on the TV.

"What should we watch?" Jaime asked, leaning his head onto your shoulder. A smirk appeared on your face. You wanted to watch something funny but sci-fi-like. Something that would leave Jaime scarred for life. Only as a joke of course.

"I don't know...maybe this!" You clicked on a terrible live-action movie that featured the Teen Titans as their movie cover. Jaime looked uncomfortable but you were giggling at your devious plan.

"You're lucky I love you," He said. You playfully smacked him and rolled your eyes as the opening scene played.

"Me? Lucky? You're lucky I love YOU" you replied. He smiled, kissed your cheek, and held your hand.

"Yeah. Yeah I'd say I am pretty lucky to be loved by someone like you"

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[luvsforloak]

Chapter 1: flower necklace Loak!spiderman x fem!reader Modern au!

notes: wow I'm actually so excited to make this series, I actually love it sm. I have to give credits to my bae @loaksluvrr bc she made this first, and I loved it sm I had to remake it, so make sure to read hers! warnings: blood, I think that's it, lemme know if I missed something!

It was currently 2.30pm. I'm kinda disappointed that lo'ak never showed up, it wasn't something he'd do. He's never late. Okay maybe he's late alot… but not when he would make plans with me. It was kinda weird…

I suddenly heard banging outside. And then a knock on my window, how? I was on the 3rd floor of my house? How can someone knock on my window?

"Y/n please let me in." Lo'ak said as I walked to my window, I didn't see him infront of my window, how was that possible? Was I hallucinating? I slowly opened the window, and I saw nothing.

"AAH-" I screamed as I saw spiderman hanging down my window, "y/n please calm down and let me in" he said as he layed his hands on my shoulders while still hanging upside-down.

"W-what…" I said while I slowly backed away from the window. I didn't know what to do, or what to say. "Y/n please it's me" he said as he pulled his mask down.

What. The. Fuck. Lo'ak is spiderman?

I can't believe what I'm seeing right now. "Oh my god…" I said as I backed away even more. "Y/n please just calm down" he said as he climbed into my room. "I-I am calm…" I said as lo'ak came closer to me, as he came closer to me I saw a big wound on his lower stomach, "lo'ak ur bleeding? Are you okay?" I came closer again to take a good look at the wound.

"Y/n I'm totally fine, it's nothing" I lifted up his upper part of the suit and his lower stomach was covered in blood. "Nothing? Your whole stomach is covered in blood? Here sit down." I said as I lead the way to my bed. "Aghh" he growned as he layed down slowly. "Uhm I've gotta get some bandaids and shit, just… just stay here and don't move" I said as I was kinda stressing out, "y/n just stop stressing, because now ur even stressing me out." it's like he could read my mind. I got the bandaids and ran back to my room as fast as I could.

"H-here I got bandaids, uhm clean stuff shit, and just this whole ass basket off stuff" I said as I threw it all on the bed. "Y/n just stop and lemme explain all of this" he said as he tried to grab my arm "No. No. I need to clean this up" I said as I started grabbing random stuff.

As I started to clean his wounds, he started talking, "Y/n I'm so sorry I didn't tell you earlier, agh-" he said as I put a little to much pressure to the wound, "Sorry? You couldn't even bother to tell me that you're fucking spiderman?"

"Please it's not like that, I just couldn't tell you. I- I didn't want my enemies to get to you or something, or for you to get hurt, I did it to protect you"

"Protect me? You lied to me!" I said as I applied more pressure, "Y/n just stop!" He screamed as he pushed my hands away from his wounds.

"I love you. And I didn't tell you because I love you. I wanted to protect you."

"Y-you could've atleast told me" I said as I sat down on the bed next to him. "I know, and that's why I told you today" I right into his eyes "well it didn't really seemed planned today." I said as I looked at his wound, "yea… well I wanted to tell you at 2pm, but then this thing came up… and… i was just a little busy"

"What came up?" I said as I look worried at him. "It was nothing…" I looked at him with my puppy eyes, "lo'ak what happened?"

"It was just a little robbery… this little jewellery shop was getting robbed, so I helped out a little" I looked shocked, "A ROBBERY? You almost got killed for some jewellery shop!" I screamed at him.

"Well it wasn't really for the shop, I was in-line at the counter… I was getting you a necklace" he said as he held up a little jewellery box and opened it. It was this beautiful necklace with a little flower charm, just as small as my fingernail. He knew me so well, I love little charms.

"Oh my god, that's so beautiful!" I screamed as I kissed him. "A beautiful necklace, for my beautiful girl"

"Ew you always have the most cringiest pick up lines" I said sarcastically as he put the necklace around my neck, "well it's true" he said.

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[mayajadewrites]

Never Say Never - Suguru Geto x Reader

Chapter Four: Roomie Night

Chapter Summary: The roommates get together every now and then at the house to get drunk together and just hang out. Suguru decides to be brave, which leads to more questions than answers.

Author notes: I'm literally listening to a playlist called 'dating suguru geto' to get in the mindset to write this chapter because there will be smut.

WARNING: SMUT AHEAD.

ao3

TAGS: @username23345

"It's roomie night!!" I smile, wiggling two bottles of liquor in my hands. Shoko smiles, grabbing a bottle from me and pouring herself a glass.

Every now and then we try to do roomie night - which is when all of the roommates get together and drink, hangout, and overall just have a good time.

It's been weird with Suguru lately, but I'm hoping the liquor is mixed with truth serum so he can tell me what the hell is going on.

"I got you guys your favorite snacks." Gojo pushed his glasses in front of his eyes, revealing the tray of snacks.

"You're so thoughtful. Thank you, Satoru." I wrap an arm around Gojo. He can be the biggest pain in my ass, but he is the sweetest person. Always so thoughtful.

"NOW LETS DRINK." Gojo yelled, running to the kitchen.

And loud.

Suguru was leaning against the wall, sipping on his drink. I work up the courage to walk over to him, even though his stature almost repels me.

He peers at me with his half hooded eyes, nodding his head. Suguru loves wearing black, of course, so he's wearing a black tshirt that shows off his arm tattoos, and a pair of black sweatpants.

I opted for sweat-shorts, a tank top, and an oversized zip up hoodie, revealing my shoulder.

"What are you drinking?" I smile, standing on my tip-toes to see his drink.

"Whiskey. You wouldn't like it." Suguru took another sip from his cup, locking his eyes with yours.

"Since when do you know everything about me?"

"Since I've spent 95% of my life with you."

Well, he has a point.

I sip on my rum and pineapple, which admittedly is mostly rum. Gojo turned on music from his roomie playlist. It's as chaotic as us - there's happy songs, party songs, and songs you fuck to.

"Did you wear those shorts for me?" Suguru leaned down to my ear, whispering. I could feel his chest against my back, causing me to freeze.

"Nope." I made a 'pop' noise. "Why? You like?" I twirled, the liquor hitting me slowly.

Suguru didn't answer, he just walked to the couch where Gojo, Shoko, and Nanami were. I followed, grabbing a blanket from the basket on the floor.

I sat next to Nanami on purpose, because it was opposite of Suguru.

"We're almost done with college, what are we gonna do after?" Gojo said.

"Get jobs. Be adults. Pay bills." Nanami pushed his glasses.

"Wow, sounds soooooo fun." Gojo groaned.

We laughed in unison, bantering back and forth.

During the conversation, Suguru got up from his seat next to Shoko and sat next to me under my blanket.

I glare at him before directing my attention back to the conversation, discussing our post-grad plans.

Goosebumps populated my skin as I felt Suguru's hand on my thigh, his long fingers creeping underneath my shorts. He looked so casual while doing it, no one could probably tell. Also, we're all drunk or tipsy, so that helps.

"What are you doing?" I turn to Suguru, raising my eyebrow.

Suguru didn't answer, letting his fingers explore the damp cloth of my thong. A smirk formed on his face as he felt my arousal.

I felt a finger push the fabric of my thong to the side, while another finger enters my pussy. I hold back a moan, afraid of the consequences of my roommates seeing me like this.

Suguru continued his conversation with Gojo as he was doing this, curling his finger inside of me, massaging my clit.

"I'll be right back." I abruptly left the couch, but no one except Suguru noticed.

The liquor has hit.

Suguru followed me to the bathroom, refusing to leave me alone. "I knew I would get you in the bathroom somehow." He locked the door behind him.

"Suguru, don't do something you'll regret." We stopped drinking an hour ago while everyone else was downing more shots. So I'm not sure if we can blame this purely on alcohol.

"Anything regarding you willl never result in regret." Suguru moved a piece of hair behind my ear, then sucking on the finger that was just inside me. "I need to taste more of you.

I searched his eyes for an answer. Lies, truths, anything. I couldn't find what I was looking for, but I so badly want to give into my temptations. I look up at Suguru, biting my bottom lip.

He grabs me by my waist, sitting me on the counter of the bathroom we share. His hands are resting next to my thighs, staring into my eyes. His hair is in his usual half up, half down style with a bun and messy face framing pieces.

"I've dreamt of this moment for years." Suguru inched his face closer to mine, closing the space between us. I cradled his face in my hands as our lips erupted with electricity. His body is standing between my legs, rubbing his thumb along my thigh.

Suguru's lips feel like plump clouds that know exactly how I like being kissed. I wrap my legs around his waist as we kiss, wanting to immerse myself with him.

I can't lie, I've thought about this moment for awhile. It's hard to deny sexual tension, especially with Suguru Geto. The only time it was easy was when he was fucking other women.

"Are you okay?" Suguru popped into my thoughts, caressing my face.

I nod, pulling him back in for another kiss. I opened my mouth slightly to let his tongue in, to which he obliged. I moaned against his lips as Suguru snaked his hands under my hoodie and tank top, resting his hands on my tits. He started kneading them slowly, deepening the kiss.

I helped him take off my hoodie, leaving me only in my tank top and shorts. My tits were spilling out of my top, to which Suguru started kissing them. He kissed, sucked, and bit, leaving multiple marks. I put my hand in his hair, leaning back against the mirror as I felt my core start pulsating.

"I want to taste you." Suguru pulled me to the edge of the counter, pulling my shorts and thong down to the floor in one go. I steadied myself with my forearms on the counter, looking down at the fabulous view of Suguru kneeling in front of my pussy.

"More beautiful than I imagined." He grazed his fingers over my slit, covering them with my arousal. "Good girl, so wet for me already."

I let out a moan before Suguru plunged two of his fingers into my pussy, staring at my face. His eyes are hypnotizing. My hands traveled to his hair again, pushing his face towards my pussy.

"Now." I moan.

"Demanding now, are we?" Suguru hummed, pressing a soft kiss to my slit. My hips jolted from the touch, begging for more.

Suguru slid his tongue in my pussy gently before he started fucking devouring it. He looked up at me while he was eating my pussy like it was his last meal, and I just about lost it.

"You are so beautiful." Suguru mumbled against my pussy, curling and pumping his fingers. My walls begin to pulsate around his hand and mouth, which only makes him go faster. "Cum for me, princess."

The world began to evaporate around me until it was just Suguru and I. My legs were shaking almost uncontrollably, riding out my high.

"Suguru." I moan his name, pressing his face into me. When I halfway come down from the euphoria I just experienced, I noticed Suguru had a white spot on his sweatpants.

This man came from giving ME pleasure.

I don't think another man can ever eat my pussy again.

"Suguru," I breathe, pulling him back up to my eye level.

"You are addicting." He kissed me, my arousal glistening on his lips. "That pussy tastes better than anything else I've ever ate in my life."

"Hey!! What are you two doing?!" Gojo banged on the door. "Why is the door locked?!"

Suguru and I looked at each other, stunned.

"Uh, she's throwing up so I'm holding her hair for her. I didn't want the smell getting out." Suguru lied.

"Oh, thanks man!" Gojo jogged away.

Suguru and I laugh at how easy that was, but then we look at each other and realize our relationship just got a lot more complicated.

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[sungbeam]

𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞

boo seungkwan x gn!reader

1.3k words, established relationship au, childhood friends 2 lovers, proposal au, fluff, super soft

a/n: for the love of our beloved boo 💖 im still obsessed w this photo of him

Boo Seungkwan asked you to marry him beneath the shade of an orange tree.

The two of you had only been about ten years old, but back then, ten years old was everything. You were two peas in a pod, forever and always. He had been pushing you on the tire swing attached to one of the sturdier, low-hanging branches, as he always did. You kicked your legs up, a grin splitting your face.

"Why are only older people allowed to get married?" he asked later that day, as the sun set across the pasture. It was one of those days where the sun's sinking broiled across the sky in vibrant rivers of orange and yellow, before bruising into deep shades of purple. You had your backs against the trunk of the orange tree, your knees pressed to your chest, and Seungkwan's hand just touching yours on the damp earth.

You gave a small shrug. "Dunno. Why do you ask?"

From the other side of his body, he raised his hand and showed you a coil of flower stems, intertwined into a miniature ring. He held it in between two pinched fingers, floating in the space between your bodies. "Wanna get married?"

Around fifteen years later, Seungkwan pulled his car up the long, winding dirt road up to the orange grove. You sat in the passenger seat, your chin settled on your arms over the open window as you gazed out at the pasture that had filled your childhood with joyous memories. In the distance, you could already make out the largest, oldest orange tree at the far end of the field, its branches plump with globes of ripe orange fruit. And, of course, the old tire swing still hung from one of its arms, drifting gently in the cool breeze.

Seungkwan parked the car where the road ended. He had been planning this picnic for a long time coming; you and he hadn't been back to this place for years now, having been occupied with your own constantly moving adult lives. And yet, he had managed to keep ahold of you—thank god, he had.

As he killed the engine to his car, he smoothed down the white button up he wore. Outwardly, his movements were natural—inwardly, the box in his pocket seemed to burn right through his skin.

"It'll be golden hour soon," he said to you softly, a smile gracing his face as he watched the strands of your hair dance across your forehead as you gazed out. He knew you felt it, too—the nostalgia. That creeping, sweeping sensation trekking down his nerves until he felt warm and fuzzy. Or maybe his chest hurt from youth long gone. But there was no time like the present to remedy that.

You lifted yourself from the window, that wistful expression still etched into your face. You met his eyes, and he nearly melted. He would never not be enamored by your every movement, your every stare. "Well, we better get going then, love."

Blanket, picnic basket—all the necessary items were withdrawn from the trunk. While you held the folded square blanket under your arm and Seungkwan with the basket, the two of you ventured into the green-gold sea of grass toward the edges of the orange grove, entwined hands swinging between your bodies.

"Wow, it's beautiful here," you said, voice barely audible. You'd hate to disturb the pure tranquility in the air.

Seungkwan gave a nod, allowing himself to get sucked into the landscape. He tilted his head back, inhaling deeply. "It is. Isn't that the rock you tripped over when we were, like, seven?" He chuckled, pointing to a rock fixture to the side of the path.

You made a face at the rock as you passed, then bumped his shoulder with yours. "Hey! I had banged-up knees for weeks!"

"Aish, what're you complaining about when I pushed you everywhere in that wheelchair?" He made a feigned noise of disappointment while shaking his head.

That made you smile. "You refused to let me use Chan's crutches."

"He probably broke them," he rolled his eyes. "I wasn't about to let you hurt yourself more from wrecked crutches."

"I'm telling Chan you said that."

"I dare you," he quipped, nose flicking up into the air. "I'm not afraid of him."

You giggled, and the sound made his heart pitter-patter like he was a teenager in love again. Then again, he wasn't so far off from then. It was strange how after all this time of being in love with you, he hadn't gotten used to the feeling. Everyday, you gave his heart a warm thrill. You were a reminder of how beautiful it was to be alive and by your side.

When you reached the foot of the orange tree, you and Seungkwan swiftly laid out the blanket, then set everything atop it. Before digging into anything, however, you walked over to the tire swing and tested the integrity of the rope, the rubber. You swept the tire seat clean from cobwebs and dirt and dust, delicately lowering yourself onto the inner ring.

Seungkwan didn't even need to be asked.

He came up behind you and grabbed either side of the tire, pulling it back a little, then letting it fly down the slight incline. "Wow, I didn't think it'd actually still hold."

"Woooo!" You cheered as you swung in the setting sun.

Seungkwan had definitely been right earlier—golden hour had approached swiftly.

He fidgeted as he continued to gently push the swing into motion for you. He had a plan—of course, he had a plan.

And when the two of you sat atop the blanket a handful of minutes later, your knees were pressed to your chest and Seungkwan's hand lingered close to yours.

He swallowed the thundering of his heart, his eyes set on the burning sunset in the distance as if even the sky were telling him that it was now or never. "Remember when I asked you that one time why only older people get married, or something like that?"

You passed him a curious, sideways smile. "Yeah. I still don't know the answer."

"Well—" he stammered, the hand on his other side struggling to dig the box out of his pocket as subtly as possible, "—do you think we're old enough yet?"

"Old enough? To get married?" You and Seungkwan had had lots of discussions about marriage before, but never had he brought up this one instance again. "I mean… I think we are. I think we're old enough to have experienced enough of life ourselves to determine when we're ready to share it with another."

Seungkwan closed his eyes as a small laugh fell from his lips. "Why are you so good at articulating these things, hm?"

You beamed, leaning forward onto your knees to peer at him with your cheek pressed to your kneecaps. "Maybe I've thought about it a lot."

Yours and his eyes met then, as the sun gave its final send off.

Seungkwan internally cheered as his fingers caught onto the ring from the pried-open jaws of the ring box.

He cleared his throat; why was it getting congested? Why now why now why now? "Then Yn Ln—" he forced stability into his voice, then presented the ring, held it between you two, "—will you marry me?"

Your breath caught in your throat. The ring—white gold band, diamond center and surrounded in petals of clear-cut stone like a blooming flower—glistened in the fading daylight. You exhaled your answer, inhaled it, breathed it out again: "Yes. Yes. Yes!"

And as Seungkwan fumbled to slide the ring onto your finger with shaky hands; as you clung onto him until he fell back onto the blanket; as the sky dimmed to periwinkle evening; you and Seungkwan were reminded of a beautiful life beneath the shade of an orange tree.

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[familyvideostevie]

hii if you’re still willing to take requests could I ask for an Eddie x reader where Robin introduces the two because of reader’s similar interests and taste in guys? I was thinking kind of like how Robin saw Nancy had a Tom Cruise poster but with reader and she sees that reader has a Dave Mustaine poster? “You have a Dave Mustaine poster?? You have a Dave Mustaine poster 😏” I’m sorry if it’s dumb lol thank you 💕

this cracked me up, honestly, and i love any chance to write dear robin as the best friend ever, hope you like it! | 1k, fem!reader, fluff, short and sweet, pre!relationship, Eddie is a gem, thank you for requesting this was not dumb!!!! <3

"You did not put enough sunscreen on, Robin," Nancy chides. "Your nose is already red."

"That cannot be true," your friend whines. "Steve watched me put on like, four layers. I'm just sweaty!"

The three of you are sprawled on a blanket in the park, half-heartedly watching the rest of the group play basketball in the summer heat. This is only your third or fourth time hanging out with all of Robin's friends, but she's done her best to fold you in after graduation. You don't question it too much, because you could use some people to hang out with as you figure out your life and the energy between all of these kids is something magnetic, something special.

They seem alright with your presence, even a little overenthusiastic. You made sure to lead with your endless pool of fun facts and for some reason once Max declared that the way you whistled really loudly with your fingers was "way cool," you were in.

"Nancy, you need to watch your shoulders," you tease. "We're all going to be lobsters pretty soon." She looks down at herself sharply before rolling her eyes at you and grabbing the sunscreen tube from her bag.

"Honestly, someone is going to hurt themselves. And it's going to be Steve." Robin looks at the court with disgust where Lucas and Steve are facing off under the basket. Dustin and Max seem to have taken it upon themselves to heckle from the sidelines, but Mike refuses to give up, trying his best to get the ball from Lucas and failing each time.

"This is embarrassing," Nancy mutters. "Bringing the Wheeler name down. I have to help him." She tosses the sunscreen aside and stands up, jogging over. "Mike! Get it together!"

"Oh, this is going to be good," Dustin laughs. "Robin, is Eddie coming?"

"I think so. Steve, when did he say he'd be here?"

"I'm busy, Robin! You're the one that invited him!" He jumps in the air to block Lucas from a shot and fails. Robin laughs.

"Well, I think he's coming," she says. You love Robin, but she's not great at hiding things from you. She can be a bit of a wall to new people or in situations when she's unsure of the people around her, but she's nothing but comfortable surrounded by her friends. So you can tell immediately that she's up to something, and tell her so. She takes a breath and launches into an answer for a question you didn't ask.

"Okay, so when we were hanging out last weekend in your room I saw the Megadeath poster on your wall and I thought wow, I've seen a poster like that before! And the blonde guy kinda looks like someone I know! So I tried to remember where I'd seen it and then I was like, oh, obviously there's the same poster on Eddie's wall and I thought wait, I don't think you guys know each other, since you're my friend from school and I introduced you to everyone else but he's never been free when you're free, I don't know how that happened --"

"Eddie...Munson, right?" you interrupt her. "Your friend? The one who sold weed in high school?"

"Yep!" she chirps, looking pleased with herself.

"Robin," you say, lowering your voice. "Are you trying to buy weed? Do you want my help?"

"No!" she says, exasperated, like you've missed the point. And you think you might have. "I'm trying to set you up!"

"Oh," you breathe out. "Oh, okay."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." You smile at her. You know who Eddie is, obviously, and Robin is right, you room is practically wallpapered with posters of guys who look like him. You just always thought he was...kind of intimidating.

"Sweet! It's going to be great, even if you don't like like him, he's really nice and you can definetly talk about whatever shitty music you want--"

"Hey!" you protest, but it's interrupted by a chorus of greetings from the basketball court.

"Eddie!" Dustin cries. "Wanna play with us?"

"Oh, now you want to play?" Steve complains.

"Not on your life, Henderson," Eddie says, passing through the court with high fives for everyone on his way to the blanket. "Wheeler is way too scary."

"Oh, thanks man," Mike says, grinning.

"Not you, dude," Eddie teases. "Your sister." Everyone laughs but Eddie winks at Mike before the game starts up again.

"Hi Robin," he says as he stretches out on the blanket next to you. "Hello, new girl." He's got kind eyes, you think, kinder than you'd have expected. He's loose and seems happy, his biceps flexing as he leans back on his hands. You introduce yourself, trying not to be shy.

"Oh! Yeah, I've heard about you," he grins. "Got a lot of fans around here."

"Really?" You know the bond between all of these friends is something strong, something forged out of experiences you'll never understand. But the thought that they're willing to love you, too, fills your heart with such fondness your cheeks flush.

"Band geek over here told me you had a Megadeath poster on your wall, which is great, since no one in this circus of clowns has any god damned respect!" He leans into the joke a little, shaking his head like he's disappointed, but his mouth is curled up at one edge. Something in your gut tells you that Eddie Munson is someone who doesn't care what people like as long as it makes them happy.

Robin is too gleeful to be offended, eyes darting between the two of you. "I think I want to play after all," she blurts out and darts up towards the court.

"There is no way in hell that girl wants to play basketball," Eddie observes.

"No," you sigh. "This is a set up." He pulls his legs up and circles his arms around them, peering at you from under his bangs.

"Well, I don't mind if you don't mind." You really study him for a moment. Wide brown eyes, crinkled with the beginnings of a smile. He seems a little nervous, for all his bravado. He's sweating a bit, committed to his ripped jeans and general metal aesthetic and you think, damn. I want to know him.

"I don't mind," you tell him, and his grin is like the sun.

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[spadesolace]

polaroid love - bonus 0.5: can i have this dance?

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everything seems to be out of place, y/n’s mind is running everywhere, minji’s heart cannot stay still, their nerves are worse than their first meeting.

y/n had bought a small bouquet filled with peonies and daffodils for minji, a way to make up for rescheduling their second date. if anything, it's somehow comforting how minji’s eyes lit up from seeing the bouquet.

there was some tension in the air, the trip wasn’t awkward but it was mostly small talk with the music playing at a reasonable volume. it’s not that it was bad but they’ve seen each other three times a week because of the mama stage, there’s not much to talk about. y/n’s social battery is at a reasonable level, it won’t be too draining for her to see minji and spend time with her.

“are you sure you punched in the right address?” y/n is skeptical about the area, it wasn’t in the city but it was by an apartment complex near han river. the warning signals in her mind going off as she hears minji confirm that it was the right area.

“you can park here, don’t worry about it.”

“minji, as much as i don’t want to, i can’t control it.” minji laughed at y/n’s lowkey panic state, only to explain that her parents has a unit in the building where she reserved the entire roof deck for their date.

as soon as they parked, walking hand in hand just like their first date on the way to their destination. minji had mentioned going to the apartment first, giving y/n the reassurance that her parents aren’t there at the moment and that the things she needed were there.

first glance at the apartment, it was small, minimalistic, and there was a basket by the door, the one minji needed for your date. somehow that started this whole adrenaline rush, as soon as the door closed, the pair ran towards the elevator, hoping that no one would join them. somehow minji’s prayer was answered, an empty elevator that directly went straight to the roof deck. so far so good.

y/n walked out of the elevator, observing the entire area. string lights hanging in the center gazebo, a small speaker, and just a small garden house.

“this feels like i’m in high school musical.”

“that’s the vibe i was going for.”

to say the least, minji took into consideration what yoona had told her. simple, private, and an activity they can both enjoy. y/n could only admire the entire thing, the city view, the quiet area, along with the cool ambiance. this is perfect.

the entire date was everything y/n could wish for, who wouldn’t want a high school musical theme date. a laptop perfectly placed in front of them playing some romcom that’s already nearing the end, y/n feeding minji a chocolate covered strawberry as they continue their conversation, the movie no longer catching their interests. as domestic and sweet as it is, minji was still nervous, despite leaning towards y/n and taking a few glances towards the korean-australian that’s been occupying her mind. y/n was talking about songwriting, since minji is currently co writing a song for their comeback.

“kiss was just- is there something on my face?”

“hm?” y/n could only laugh, looking down at minji who was slowly reaching for her face, tucking a strand of her hair.

“have i ever told you that you’re pretty?” that woke minji up from her thoughts, processing what y/n had uttered. playfully pushing y/n’s face away as she sat up properly, fixing her hair and looking at y/n, there was a glimmer in her eye. oh, wow.

“am i no longer your cutie cuddly minji?” y/n laughed as she stood up, stretching her back, and pulling her phone out.

“you’re still my cutie, but clearly you’re also my pretty cuddly minji.” looking up, y/n had a certain aura, maybe it was the lighting how it perfectly shows how angelic the nation’s heartthrob is, holding her hand out for her. she gladly took it, slowly standing up with the help of y/n, while her other hand, still holding her phone, played a familiar scene.

“can i have this dance, kim minji?” y/n pulled minji close, one arm around her waist.

“you’re so cliche, sim y/n.” the other holding minji’s hand.

“says the one that decided on a hsm theme date.” and little space left in between.

minji took the lead, singing to gabriella’s part while y/n sang troy’s part and with how much the taller girl loves the movie, it’s no surprise she remembers the lyrics by heart. it felt as if y/n was singing it to her and not just a song she chose to play because of the entire thing. as much as she hates to admit it, she’s falling fast for y/n. it felt too fast for minji, the way the song was nearing its end, y/n slowing down as minji pull her close.

maintaining eye contact while the song changes into another hsm track by troy and gabriella, minji moved both her arms around y/n’s neck. slowly pulling her close, leaving no space, looking into her eyes to her lips and back.

“fuck it.” minji felt soft lips on top of hers, a strong smell of lavender, lips taste like strawberries, and the way she’s being pulled closer. and y/n is kissing her back.

the smell of pear with a hint of freesia, a familiar scent, a familiar feeling, as much as y/n enjoys this, she must not fall for it. slowly pulling away, with swollen lips and a light tint to the pair, she knows it's too late to leave.

“i like you, y/n.”

“minji… i don’t want to hurt you.

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[godlizzza]

If you are still looking for prompts I would love something cute with married Middleaged danbert please!

Dan was surprised when he woke up that morning to find his bed empty. He'd reached over to throw an arm over his husband and partake in some lazy Sunday morning cuddling, only for his hand to fall on cool sheets. He slowly sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and squinting into the darkened room. Sunlight peeked in from behind the corners of the curtains, but Herbert was militant about keeping them drawn the moment they stepped into the bedroom at night.

This had proved to be inconvenient on certain romantic nights when Dan was particularly keen to get straight into bed.

He slipped his robe on and stepped into his slippers before shuffling through the house in search of Herbert.

"Herbert?" he called out, the sound echoing through the open living room and kitchen. He pursed his lips and approached the door that led down to the basement. He'd thought Herbert was past sneaking out during the night to work in the lab. He cracked the door open and said into the darkness, "Herbert? You down there?"

Still, no reply came. Dan huffed out a breath as he made his way back towards the kitchen, wondering if Herbert had gone on an unprompted grocery run. He couldn't help but snort at the thought. In their fifteen years of marriage, Dan didn't think he could remember a single time Herbert had willingly gone shopping unless it was for the work. He was considering trying to call Herbert on the cellphone he'd forced him to get when he glanced out the back door and paused.

Herbert was standing at the base of the clothesline, methodically hanging bedsheets. His back was to Dan, the starched white fabric of his shirt blending in with the fluttering sheets.

Dan slid the glass door aside and stepped outside, the morning sun instantly seeping through his robe and warming his skin. He stepped up behind Herbert and wrapped his arms around his middle, pulling him back until his back was pressed to Dan's chest.

"There you are," Dan mumbled sleepily into Herbert's hair. "I couldn't find you."

"I wasn't hiding," Herbert replied, leaning back against Dan. He'd stopped flinching at Dan's sudden appearances long ago.

"What're you doing up, hanging the laundry?" Dan questioned, eying the basket at Herbert's feet. "The chore chart says it's my turn."

"You needed to sleep," Herbert said simply. He stroked Dan's hands where they were clasped together over his stomach. "You didn't get out of surgery until 3am. You were dead on feet. Evidenced by the fact that it's past ten and you've only just got up."

Dan grinned behind Herbert's ear. "Wow. You're telling me to rest? Old age has changed you."

"Shush," Herbert chided, blindly slapping behind him at Dan's hip. "Or do I need to remind you you're turning fifty next month?"

"No, I've decided my birthday doesn't exist any more."

"What a shame. I'll have to cancel that stripper."

"Honey, those days are behind me. I'm an honest man now. You're the only one I want to see strip." He pressed a wet, messy kiss to Herbert's cheek and Herbert snorted but didn't push him away, as he may have once done.

Dan released him and stooped down to grab a damp t-shirt from the basket. They hung the rest of the laundry together, the sun shining down on their little pocket of sanctuary.

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[https-furina]

hi hi congrats on 100,, to more milestones to come!! may i request #43 with cyno? (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

✎ tough crowd.

ft. cyno x gn!reader

prompt: "that was the worst joke i've ever heard."

w.c. 565 words

content: fluff, established relationship, reader is tighnari's sibling !! (foxy hybrid reader !!), maybe its a fox thing to not appreciate cyno's incredible humour

notes: thank u so much aki !! (i doubt there'll be another milestone for a loooong time now hehe) but i'm so glad that two of you took the chance with this prompt it's why i added it HSHSHS - i think i’m absolutely terrible at writing for cyno tho

tighnari's pencil scratching on parchment is the only sound amongst the three of you, deep in the avidya forest. in honesty, one of you was a tag-along and the other was there for the exact same reason as tighnari. it just so happened that you wasn't taking notes on this particular species' seasonal behavioural patterns or cognitive mannerisms unlike your brother but instead you was collecting sumeru roses for the bimarstan in the city. they kept complaining to the two of you about the shortage of sumeru roses so tighnari had cunningly coaxed you into doing the farming for him.

"how many of these roses do the doctors need again?" you whine, the woven basket hanging on your arm was beginning to weigh down. in your defence, the three of you had been walking for what seemed like miles and there's an endless supply of sumeru roses along this track - perhaps that was your brother's reason for taking this specific path today.

"there isn't an end goal but i assume a hundred will be good enough to keep their mouths shut for a while," tighnari hums, an ear twitching as he focuses on the toucan he's been observing, "give the basket to cyno if you're struggling so much."

the general's head turns in your direction the moment he hears his name, a ruby eye flicking between the two of you. you huff, turning your back to your brother and your partner, a little too stubborn to give cyno the basket. in response, cyno lets out a small scoff, fingers grasping at the cloth of your shirt as he pulls you towards him. you stumble, reaching to grab him to catch your balance - in turn, cyno gains possession of the flower basket without so much as needing to ask you. a scowl creases your face, cheeks puffed as cyno simply presses a kiss to your head before he examines the contents of his new found possession.

"why are doctors so calm?" his words are the first time he's spoken in about ten minutes, a rather random question that has both tighnari and yourself bewildered as you glance at each other, your ears perked, "because they have a lot of patients."

there's a deafening silence following his joke - which tighnari wants to voice is outright stupid. almost in sync to your brother, your ears flatten to your head as you deadpan your boyfriend. cyno blinks, wondering if the silence means that neither of you understood the joke.

"get it? because patients sounds like patience-" you let out a loud groan, slapping your hand over cyno's mouth and cutting off his explanation.

"yes, love, we get it," you huff, making cyno grin behind your hand. you're quick to notice by the way his eye closes with his smile. you lower your hand and your boyfriend's grin is gone, almost like a magic trick. he's back to the cyno everyone knows him as - the general mahamatra, rather. tighnari's tail sways, he's watching the way your eyes soften when you notice your boyfriend isn't smiling anymore, "that was the worst joke i've ever heard."

cyno chuckles at your disheartened gaze and mildly annoyed comment, his spare arm wrapping around your waist and abruptly pulling you into his side. you rest your head against his chest, sighing in content at the warmth radiating from cyno's body, "wow, tough crowd today, huh?"

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