#wystie-verse

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Our little thing

paring: Marc, Steven, Jake x fem! reader; established relationship.

warnings: none, domestic fluff.

a/n: soft moon bois <3

summary: you have a specific thing with each of them. It's not like you don't do it with other two, but you do enjoy a little act of intimacy that is special to each of them.

a/n: Can we appreciate Oscar in the first gif? I'm looking disrespectfully Also, I believe the third one is Jake.

gif credits: @nightofthecreeps @kingjackless @waititi

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Marc:

Shaving his beard.

"So serious" he smiled at the sincerity on your face. Your eyebrows furrowed in pure concentration, your fingers slowly glided the razor down his left cheek with one hand, your other hand cupping the other side of his face for support and fingers casually resting on his neck. You were sitting on his lap, facing him.

You stopped, glancing at his playful eyes with a glare. "Stop, smiling" you chided him playfully. "What if i cut you accidentally?", you asked, putting down the razor.

When you playfully asked him if you could shave his face one day, he nodded sincerely, warming your heart in a new way you didn't know was possible. It was a subtle act of trust, the way he trusted you with a sharp blade near his throat. And it implied 'I want your touch even when I'm doing mundane things'. Your heart fluttered at the thought of sweet intimacy. Soon enough, it became a little routine for you and him. Everytime he wanted to shave his face, you did it for him.

A sweet little gesture between you and Marc.

"I can't help it, baby. The serious pout on your lips is cute"

"Yeah, yeah. If you don't stop talking, I'm gonna cut your handsome face" you carefully swiped a dollop of shaving cream off his cheek and smeared on his nose.

He wasn't a very playful guy but around you, he couldn't help it. With you, happiness came easily. Every laugh of him was unrestrained, so natural and carefree. You brought out that side in him often.

Few seconds passed. Marc's eyes glinted with mischief. Already knowing him, you tried to move back and get off his lap, but he had faster reflexes. He grabbed your face and pressed his cheek all over face, smearing the shaving cream on your nose, cheek and forehead from his face.

"Marc!" you laughed. You grabbed his chin pulling him closer for a kiss. One, two. And you went back to work. "That's your bribe, now stay still" you fixed him with 'I'm serious, now, babe'

"Yes, ma'am"

You couldn't help but smile at that. You managed to finish shaving his face, but not without exchanging few more kisses inbetween as bribe.

Steven:

Him sleeping on your chest.

The moment he walked into the bedroom, you knew something was up. You watched the gloomy expression on his face, which made your heart sink.

"Hey, what happened?" you lowered the book you were reading, closing it and placing it on the table next to you.

"I'll talk about it later. Y/n, love, can I have a hug?"

The way he asked you was soft. His voice was painfully soft.

"Come here, honey" you adjusted your back into the pillows for a better and comfortable position. Your open arms invited him, which he gratefully accepted.

His legs made way to the bed, he lied down next to you, burying his face between your breasts.

You wrapped your arms tightly around him, your fingers stroking his back in comforting manner. "It's alright, it's alright, darling" you began to gently run your fingers into his soft curls. "I've got you" you pressed a light kiss on his head.

You felt him relax under your touch and comforting word. His grip around your waist tightened, you felt him shake and shudder.

Is he crying?

Your heart hammered faster. "Steven, honey...hey, it's alright, it's alright, baby", you threaded your fingers into his hair. You hated seeing him like this.

Whatever made him feel like this...you wanted to rip it off and shred it.

"Bullocks, I must be some sight to see, huh?" he tried to joke but his voice was strained, threating to let out a cry.

Gently taking his face between your soft palms, you placed a kiss between his eyes. Another one on his nose, and one on his lips, shushing him and wiping his tears away with a gentle swipe of your thumb.

His breathing became regular, his body once again relaxed in your warm presence and gentle couch.

You continued whispering sweet nothings in his ear, playing with his hair, until you could hear his steady breathing. He fell asleep. You smiled down at him. You didn't dare to get up with him sleeping on your chest. Very carefully and slowly, you moved one arm to grab the book on the table.

With him finally calmed down from his breakdown, you resumed playing with his hair and continued your reading, occasionally pressing a soft feather kiss on his forehead.

Jake:

Showering together.

The particular mission was rough.

Jake Lockley wanted nothing more than to run into your arms, have a couple drinks and sleep.

He wasn't the one to openly admit his needs and wants. You were aware of that.

Tonight you wanted to take care of him and make him feel extra special and loved.

You decided to have a warm shower.

"Jake" you kissed his lips. "Walk with me?" you took his hand, leading into bathroom.

A tiny smile eased into his face.

Victory. You cheered mentally. Keeping your eyes fixed on his dark ones, you slowly discarded your clothes. When he wanted to do the same, you grabbed his hand. "Let me take care of you tonight" you whispered in his ear.

"Princesa, I-" you cut him off with a passionate kiss. And began to undress him. "You always make sure I'm adored and taken care of, let me do this for you tonight, yeah?"

He reached out his calloused hand to touch your cheek. You smiled, leaning into his touch.

"Whatever you say, mi corazón"

How can he say no to you?

.

Your hands rested behind his neck. "Come here"

At your command, he craned his neck, his face hovering centimetres away from yours. "You are cute when you are bossy, Y/n/n"

"Gods, you are so damn handsome"

The hot steam from the water and the water droplets dripping off his hair, face only confirmed your statement.

You leaned closer, brushing tip of your nose against his.

Many men shuddered at the mere sight of him. But with you, he melted. The very source of his love, his sweet, sweet love.

He wasn't used to being taken care of. When you uttered those sentence, it felt strange to him, alien even. But he trusted you. He would do anything for you. He would move the stars if you asked him to.

You squeezed the shampoo bottle into your palm, lathering the shampoo into nice foamy texture. You moved your hands into his hair, slowly and gently massaging his scalp and washing his hair.

He repeated the same to you.

The hot water was soothing to his sore muscles.

"I want to kiss every part of you" you admitted, moving your hands down reaching his chest, peering at him through lashes laden with water drops.

"What's stopping you, mi amor?", with a wanton smirk plastered on his face, he picked you up bridal style and carried you out of the shower and towards bed.

Jack Lockley did not have drinks that night, but he got something way better—you.

Sometimes it was baths, sometimes it was showers, but quickly it became your little thing with him.

#marc spector x reader #marc spector imagine #marc spector #steven grant x reader #steven grant imagine #steven grant #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley imagine #jake lockley #moon knight x reader #moon knight imagine #moon knight #wystie-verse

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Cucumber face mask and Fist of Vengeance.

warnings: fluffy Jake ya'll. I died from his cuteness when writing this.

a/n: Jake Lockley is a total simp for you madly in love with you

as always, thanks to my homegirl @imgoingtofreakoutnow for helping me with Spanish parts <3

gif credit @mandobi-wan

How soft would Jake Lockley's heart go for you?

One would think he was lethal and scary. And he was, but with you, it was the exact opposite. If someone told him he would be madly in love, he would have fixed them a glare or a mocking grin. Boy, was he wrong.

He was absolutely smitten with you. It was the reason he let you sit comfortably on his lap. His left hand was loosely draped around your waist, just in case if you slipped back. Plus, he loved holding you in that position, sitting on his lap, facing him.

You squeezed the sides of his face with your index and thumb fingers, making his lips pucker into a cute pout. "You are so cute", you said, kissing his pouty lips with a loud 'mwah'

"You are staring" he stated, as a matter of fact, with a smug smile on his face.

"What? am I not allowed to look at my baby?"

Jake Lockley was many things, but cute?. Oh well, if you said he is cute, then he is cute. If you called him baby, then damn right he is your baby. No questions or protests by him.

"lo que tú digas, mi amor" he accepted it with a tiny smile on his lips.

He did not live his life through rose tinted glasses. Everywhere he saw, it was all dark corners, dark souls, with promises of threats and evil lurking—until you came into the picture.

You traced his face with your fingers delicately, his eyebrows, temples, cheek bones, the soft skin below his eyes, his nose. You brought your face closer to his, placing a feather light kiss on the little scar on his nose bridge.

His eyes closed for a moment. He was aware of his good looks and how many eyed him with lustful gazes everyday. But love? The magical word with the capital 'L', he never dreamt of such thing, but now? Oh my God, his heart would burst into fluttering butterflies.

You loved him and adored him— each touch so gentle, you could not hurt him even on accident. Your love was like warm sun on chilly days.

Now, you were not completely 'pure like an angel', no one was. But to Jake 'I love and adore my girlfriend with all my heart' Lockley, you were the best thing ever happened to him. All his life, he thought his purpose was to protect Marc and Steven and keep them safe. It changed when he you came into their lives, well it did not change completely, more like he had another person to protect. His sweet princesa.

"You alright there, baby?" you paused, your finger tip resting above a scar on his left eyebrow.

Here you were, making sure he was comfortable and alright, even now.

You loved the parts of him that needed the most love.

Your love was careful. Your love was soft, yet fierce and passionate.

Oh how nice it felt to be adored, to be cared for, spoken to in softer and caressing tones, to be held gently by your hands.

He opened his eyes. His usually sharp eyes was round with softness. If he kept looking into your face full of nothing but love for him, he would cry tears of happiness, he thought.

To answer your question, he brought your finger tips to his mouth, kissing them. Then he kissed your palm and the sensitive spot under your wrist, making you giggle. "I'm alright, princesa". His voice was bit gruff, but his heart wasn't. And you knew that. With a hint of smile, you kissed that above that scar on his eyebrow, ever so lightly.

He could kill someone with a hard look on his face, but the moment his eyes laid on you, his expression would soften.

You caressed the tip of his nose with yours. "You know what we can do now?" you pecked his lips quickly and pulled back, "we can do face masks"

"A what?" his eye brows was furrowed.

You sprung off his lap, making your way to the bathroom cabinet. His eyes followed you, he could hear you rummage through it.

.

He would sit with a cucumber face mask on his face with you on a wednesday night.

That's how soft Jake Lockley's heart would go for you.

Only you.

His love.

His woman.

.

.

"What the odd little mortal have done to you?!" Khonshu's voice boomed in Jake's ears. He was shocked to see Jake sitting camly next to you with a...what is that thing on his face? what have you done to my fist of Vengeance?!

Jake stared into a space behind you, mumbling something and shaking his head.

"What does your bird friend say now?" you asked your man, with a light amusement dancing in your eyes.

"Nothing, mi amor. Don't worry" his hand wrapped around your waist.

"I can put this mask on his face too if he like-"

Before you could even finish the last word, the God of the moon fled in fear. In fear of an odd little mortal; an odd little mortal that had his Fist of Vengeance wrapped around her finger.

#jake lockley x reader #jake lockley imagine #jake lockley fluff #moon knight x reader #moon knight imagine #moon knight #jake lockley #wystie-verse

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'Call your man by his first name and see his reaction' trend with triple frontier boys

a/n: aka them being your baby™

genre: fluff

paring: triple frontier boys x fem! reader; established relationship

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Santi

"Hey, Santiago, can I have a cup too?"

You ask him for a cup of coffee when you see him in the kitchen making some.

"Who?"

"You"

"You never call me that," he looks at you half offended, half in disbelief.

"It's your name," you move closer to him.

"No"

"Can I have some coffee now?"

"No"

"What do you mean 'no'?"

"Coffee is only for the woman who does not call me 'Santiago,'" he stresses the 'not'. "You didn't call me 'baby."

You suck in your lips to stop you from laughing. "Aw, baby, are you mad?" you reduce the distance between you two and place a hand on his chest.

He leans down, and buries his face on the crook of your neck.

You smile and rest your hand on the nape of his neck, and trace his scar with your fingers.

He sighs in content, and pulls back after a moment and looks into your eyes with anticipation.

You lean closer to him, and then reach out your hand past him to grab the coffee cup on the kitchen counter and turn around.

"Really?" he shakes his head.

You take a sip, smiling to yourself. "Coffee is great, thanks, baby"

"Really?!" he shouts, watching you walk away from him with a teasing smirk on your lips.

"I love you!"

Your peaceful moment with his your coffee doesn't last long as he grabs you and flings you over his shoulder.

"Babe!"

He smacks your ass playfully, and carries you to bedroom making you laugh.

Frankie

"Francisco, cuddle me?" you look up from the couch, extending your arms at him in an invite.

"Am I in trouble?"

"Why would you be, Francisco?"

"I thought I was your 'honey', " He gives you his soft, puppy eyes, "your 'baby'."

Did he forget an errand or any important event?

"Am I in trouble? seriously?" he is confused, but he complies your request and lies down on the couch next to you, wrapping his arms around you.

"No, baby," you snuggle to his side, and bury your face into his chest. "I love you."

You smile when you feel a kiss on the top of your head.

"Te amo."

Benny

He was on a quick grocery shopping run. You were in your shared bedroom, sitting on the bed comfortably, telling him what else you needed.

"Benjamin, don't forget the chees-"

"What'd you just call me?"

"Benjamin"

"Why would you call me that?" he looks so offended.

"It's your name."

"It's not my name.." he lips parts open. The disrespect..."My name is 'baby'," he states as if it's the most obvious fact. He tackles you in a jump hug, pinning you to the bed and falling on top of you.

"You are crushing me, you, goof," you speak, smiling and still pinned underneath him. "Benjamin, get off me," you laugh.

Nope, try again. He doesn't even bulge.

You stifle a laugh, "Baby?"

"Yes, darlin'?"

"Baby, get off me," you giggle.

"That's better," he pretends to get off you, then grabs your face, and presses his lips on the side of your face, giving you a loud, sloppy, wet kiss on your cheek. He then gets off you, and walks out of the bedroom.

"Ben!"

"I'm baby!" he yells, making you laugh.

Will

"Hey, William. How was work?"

He just came home from work. You had arrived home two hours before.

"Are you mad at me or something?"

"No, William."

"Why'd you say that?" he looks at you like you had just shot him. "What did I do?"

"Nothing."

"Sweetheart..." he follows you around the living room, "Speak to me, what did I do?" his voice is soft. He gives you the kicked puppy look, instantly making you feel bit bad.

"Nothing, baby. I'm sorry, how was work?" you soften your tone, and snake your arms around his neck. You stroke the back of his head with your left hand, and move your right hand forward to cup his cheek.

He closes his eyes, leaning into your touch.

You kiss his lips with tenderness and assure him you are not mad.

#wystie-verse #santiago garcia x reader #santiago garcia imagine #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales imagine #will miller x reader #will miller imagine #william ironhead miller #william miller x reader #benny miller x reader #benny miller imagine #triple frontier boys x reader #triple frontier boys imagine #triple frontier x reader #triple frontier imagine #triple frontier

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It's just a game!

paring: Namor x fem! human! reader; established relationship

warnings: none

genre: fluff

a/n:

reader is human, no bpwf spoilers

105% self indulgent

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The sand is cool under your barefoot. It is past midnight. The waves hit the shore softly, greeting your feet in periodically spaced rhythm. You dig your feet deeper into the sand, feeling the texture of cool water and the sand between your toes.

Your lover was supposed to meet you in this beach couple hours ago, but there was no signs of him yet. You take a stroll along the shore, your flowy, long dress swayed back and forth in the gentle breeze. Luckily, it is not wet yet. You didn't wanna shiver from soaked clothes.

The loud splash of water few meters deep in front of you got your attention. There he is, your man...sitting on a whale, dramatic as ever. You shake your head playfully at the sight, but your heart leapt up after seeing him. It's ridiculous how just his presence had you feeling fluttery in your chest. Your entire face beamed.

He calls out, beckoning you to come into the water to 'join him for a ride.'

"I'm not getting on that!" instinctively and sub consciously you take a step back at the sight of the whale. You were always scared of huge sea creatures, and that's not gonna change now. He sends it back to the sea, and flies towards you.

"Sorry, I'm late."

"Long day?" your hand automatically reaches out to touch his face, as it did many times before.

He hums in response, and leans into your touch, closing his eyes for a moment. Your other hand rests on his chest.

"But you have to make it up for it," you say playfully.

"Anything you say, In yakunaj."

"Hmm," you pretend to think for a second, "I know how you can make it upto to me, my love," you grin with mischievous glint in your eyes.

The tension on his shoulders vanishes. His lazy, sweet smile is clearly visible under the silver moonlight. He wasn't huge on 'surface dwellers' terms of endearment for their lovers, but the way everytime you addressed him as 'My love,' his eyes softened. What could be more sweeter than that? What could be more delightful then being your love?

.

.

.

You did not think he would get this competitive. You suggested he should play the game of tag with you. A childish game, but a fun one to play with your man nevertheless, especially when he wasn't aware of it before.

When you brought it up, his eyebrow raises slightly, a playful smirk on his lips. Then gets absolutely determined to tag you in your little game.

"Tag, you're it!" you peck his cheek before taking off.

He watches you with a grin, waiting for a couple of minutes, giving you a headstart.

You run, try to, at least on the sand on your barefoot as fast as you can with him hot on your trail. You made a mistake of glancing back to see him.

He doesn't even have to fly, he is already sprinting behind you with a face of hardcore determination.

Shit, is that what his enemies sees? You shake off that thought.

"It's just a game, babe! It's just a game!" you yell, half scared at the adrenaline fueled thrill of the chase, half amused and laughing at his concentration in a childish game. But you are not really scared of him though. You knew he would never hurt you.

You squeals fills the air, mixed with your giggles as he tackles you to the ground. You are pretty sure you hair is dusted with the sand.

He pins you down, trapping you between his arms.

"You cheated!" you pout, your breath still heaving from your little run.

"I didn't even fly, Y/n/n," he chuckles. "I even gave you a headstart."

To that, you smile and your hand reaches out to pull him closer by the back of his neck.

"Still not fair," you grin at him, "but I'm feeling merciful right now, so I'll let you off."

"Oh, you are letting me off?" his laughs reaches his eyes. He looks so beautiful, his jewellery glinting under the cool moon light.

God, he should do that again. You wish you could trap that sound, and keep that in your pocket and listen to it whenever you wished.

"You are still trapped, in amado," he leans in, his whisper and breath hot on your ears. He leans closer, his face next to your yours, your noses almost touching.

"Mm hm," you close your eyes, waiting for him to kiss you.

Your heart rate speeds up. Your eyes darts between his amorous deep brown eyes and his salacious lips. Your thumb strokes the back of his right ear tenderly.

He takes a sharp breath at your touch.

The anticipation kills you. Impatiently, you keep your eyes closed still.

"Tag, you're it," his voice is dangerously low and he lets you do and gets off you in an instant. His mischievous eyes matches the teasing tone in his voice.

"Hey!" you get up after a minute before realising you are not getting your sweet kiss.

"You have to catch me for that, little dove," he walks back, still looking at you. A wide grin plastered on his face.

"Babe! Give me my kiss!" you let out a whine, and run after him.

That cheeky man.

He purposely slows down few moments later, to let you 'catch him.'

And his lips never tasted more sweet.

"I love you," you breathe through the kiss.

He doesn't have to say it back, you knew it. He deepens by the kiss and pulls you closer as much as possible by your neck, his grip is gentle yet firm.

You could not decide which is sweeter, his lips or this moment.

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Translation:

I used a translator website, if there is any mistake, I apologise, it wasn't intentional. And please correct me if I'm wrong.

In yakunaj - my darling

in amado - my beloved

#wystie-verse #namor x reader #namor #namor fluff #namor imagine #k'uk'ulkan #k'uk'ulkan x reader #black panther wakanda forever #bpwf imagine #bpwf

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I love you florally

paring: Marc, Steven, Jake x fem! reader. established relationship, you are their girlfriend.

warnings: none.

genre: fluff, fluff, fluff. soft moon bois <3

summary: after missing your boyfriends when they are away for a mission, you decide to visit them and give them flowers.

a/n:

This is my first moon knight fic, go easy on me please. I'm potraying DID based on what they showed in the series, please correct me if I have written anything in the wrong way.

shoutout to my homegirl @imgoingtofreakoutnow for being my personal human translator for Spanish phrases 💗

The flower meanings are from google.

gif credit

You missed your boyfriends—that sentence was the understatement of the century. They were out of town due to a mission for Khonshu.

Now you stand outside Steven's apartment impatiently...ahem, excitedly.

"Steven!" holding three different flower bouquets in your arms, you awkwardly manage to knock on the door, "Jake!" another knock, "Marc, baby, it's me!" you call out.

Hey it's been two weeks and you missed your boyfriends terribly.

"I'm coming, I'm coming, my love!" you hear Steven's voice.

The door opens to reveal Steven. His eyes lit up at the sight of you, a fond smile decorating his face. He steps aside so you can walk inside.

You quickly walk towards a table and carefully place the flower bouquets there.

"Y/n, love-"

You turn around facing him with a grin, you jump hug him giving him no time to finish his sentence.

"Somebody really missed us, huh?" Mark teases you.

"You have no idea" you wrap your legs around his waist, encircling your arms around his neck. You rest your head on his shoulder and pulling him close as humanly possible. "I missed you", you stroke his shoulder with your thumb three times and inhaling his familiar, comforting scent. They knew you missed them.

His laugh reverberates through the hug, he turns his head to the side and places a light kiss on your head, rubbing on your back.

"Nosostros también, princesa"

You smile at Jake's nickname for you. You lift your head and peer into his eyes full of affection and sweet love for you. You untangle your arms from his neck and place your palms on the sides of his face.

He let's out a sigh, relaxing and leaning into your touch. He doesn't even realise how tensed he was until your gentle touch soothed him. If anyone could make Jake go soft, it's you. Holding you in that position, he walked towards bed.

"Let me front, I want to hold her too"

Steven was getting impatient as well.

"Hey, love. How have you been?" Steven asks you, getting on the bed, his arms still wrapped around you.

You adjust your position and push him back completely on the bed, and climbing on top on him in a straddling position. "Not great since you were all gone, leaving me here alone" you add a dramatic pout, "for two weeks"

"It was just a couple of weeks, darling" a chuckle escape his lips. And you would do anything to hear that adorable sound again.

You playfully hit his chest at his action. "It's still too long for my liking". You turn your eyes, glancing at the flower bouquets you brought for them. You get off him, moving to grab them.

"Not so fast, baby" Marc yanks your arm, making you fall on top of him.

It was your turn to smile, "As much as I love seeing you underneath me like this-" you kiss his lips and softly caress his cheek with pad of your thumb, "wait a second, I'll be on top of you again" you assure him before climbing off of him and the bed.

He props himself in one hand, "Is that a promise?"

You wink at him in response and make your way to give the flowers you lovingly bought for your boyfriends.

A bouquet of sunflowers and red roses for Steven. Positivity and love.

A bouquet of orange and red coloured tulips for Marc. Desire, passion and deep love.

A bouquet of pink and red camilias for Jake. Longing, love and passion.

"You got us flowers? aw love, that's sweet"

"Mm hmm"

No one had brought them flowers to them before.

Steven was caught up in your sweet gesture. He remembered how many times you told him he was and is worthy of all the love in gentlest and most passionate form. You reminded all three of them actually.

Now, Marc and Jake will never openly admit it, but it warmed them to their core to receive a simple, yet loving gesture from you.

Each of them took turns patiently, to kiss you softly. They kissed you like that multiple times before, but this time it was different. They kissed you with yearning, with careful gentleness and absolute adoration— Marc kissed your head, forehead, Jake kissed your cheek, and Steven kissed the tip of your nose making you giggle.

"I love you florally" you confessed.

"That's not a thing, babe" Marc chuckled.

"It is now" you grinned at him in response.

"You are adorable, princesa"

"And a dork" Steven joined, kissing your lips. "Adorkable"

You guys spent that afternoon cuddling in bed, talking about their mission and your work and catching up on Netflix.

#marc spector x reader #marc spector imagine #steven grant x reader #steven grant imagine #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley imagine #moon knight x reader #moon knight imagine #moon knight #wystie-verse

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Dating Will Miller would include:

paring: Will Miller x fem! reader; established relationship

warnings: mentions of sex but nothing explicit, pregnancy, kids.

If marriage, babies & children aren't your thing, keep scrolling.

a/n: I'm highkey soft for the Miller brothers. I'm in love, your honor.

Will

- Will is 10/10 the guy to give you his shoes if you say your feet hurts after wearing heels all day. He would even carry you in his arms after teasing you a bit playfully.

- He is so good at cuddling. His hugs are the best. He completely wraps you in his arms, shielding you from anything hurting you figuratively and literally, making you feel loved, safe and warm.

- He is a gentleman. He opens doors for you.

- Kisses on the side of your head, lots of it—as a goodbye, a greeting, a reminder of his sweet love. He is soft for you <3

- His terms of endearment for you—sweetheart, honey, sweetie usually. If he is feeling really tender/trying to calm you down, he calls you, 'Baby'

- He is not the jealous type, but he is really protective of you.

- He is attentive, he notices your cues if you are in a bad mood/ pms-ing. He knows exactly what to do to comfort you. And he will give you space to cool down if you prefer that.

- Daddy af

- He is the dom, but would be down to switch for you if you want to try it.

- He is always gentle with you. But he is rough af when you want it that way, but still he checks to make sure you are alright.

- He gives you anything you desire—Hot passionate sex? Yes. Soft vanilla sex? Yes. You just want to be held by him and kissed and cuddled sweetly? Yes.

- He is the big spoon. You tried to spoon him once, but you looked like koala bear clinging to him. You both laughed it off. He doesn't mind as long you are next to him. But you hook your leg over his hip in sleep and he loves it.

- He is not big on pda, but he would never turn down your kisses. He holds your hands when you go out.

- And when you go shopping, he actually pays attention to the outfits you pick out when you try it on for him. He doesn't zone out and scroll his phone mindlessly.

- He is patient af. He would wait for you till you choose without complaining.

"You look beautiful in everything, sweetheart."

To him you can wear nothing but a huge baggy t-shirt, and be the most beautiful women on the entire planet.

"You are not helping," you laugh lightly holding all five outfits you tried.

"I'm just telling the truth."

"Flattery would get you anything, Miller," you add, smiling. You ended up buying all five outfits.

- He would carry your bags. No way he want his baby to carry stuff when he is around. Not in a controlling, macho way, more like, 'Let me treat you like the Queen you are, baby.'

- His primary love languages are quality time and acts of service.

- He is a girl dad™

- You have two daughters with him. (If you wanna see soft! Dad! Will, here ya go)

- They are daddy's girls without a single doubt. You joke about how your girls 'betrayed you'

- He tries to leave for work before your daughters are up, cause he cannot resist their faces when they cling to him. Your youngest refuses to leave his arms, while your oldest clings to his legs and cry for him not to leave. "Daddy, don't leave me alone!'' (You don't count, mommy 😂)

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Dating Benny Miller would include

paring: Benny Miller x fem! reader; established relationship

- Let's say you did something great/achieved something in academics/career. Benny is the type of boyfriend to yell, "That's my girlfriend!", publicly. You are embarrassed, but deadass love it.

- He is a proud boyfriend and he loves to show you off to his friends.

- Santi, Frankie and Will thought it would tone down after he married you, but no. It only changed to 'That's my wife!', after the marriage.

Frankie casually mentions how his wife is the best, and of course, Benny has to go on and on about how wonderful you are until they cut him off, grumbling.

"Yeah, yeah, we get it. Your girl is the best."

"My wife," he corrects with a not so subtle grin on his face.

- Benny loves your cuddles. He would just lay his head between your breasts or bury his head on the crook of your neck. Mans just loves your touch. He is your personal weighted blanket. He cannot keep his hands off you.

- He melts into you like a puddle when you thread your fingers into his hair, and play with his hair while cuddling.

- His terms of endearment for you—baby, babe, darling, sweetness, babygirl. And he would call you more cheeky names.

- Constant teasing and playful banters.

- Palm kisses are his thing <3

- He is the kind of boyfriend that would rest his chin on your palm/kiss your palm if you do the 'hold out your palm to your lover and see what they do' challenge.

- He is your golden retriever puppy. His mere presence lights up your entire day.

- He gets jealous and is a little insecure at times.

- Always knows what to do and what to say to make you smile and laugh.

- Switch af

- Down to try new things with you, but impact play is not his thing.

- kinky sex, giggling goofy sex, passionate sex.

- He loves and enjoys cuddling you after sex.

- He usually spoons you, but would not hesitate to ask you adorably, "Baby, can I be the little spoon now?". He is your six feet tall baby <3

- He knows how goddamn handsome and hot he is, yet he would blush whenever you compliment him, especially his pretty eyes.

- You want piggyback rides from him? You got it.

- pda. pda. pda

Always has his arm around you shoulder/waist/thigh when you are out. And he can't stop kissing you any chance he gets.

- His primary love languages are words of affirmation and physical touch.

- He is great with kids. He is 'the fun uncle' to his nieces and his friends' kids.

- You have a son and a daughter with him.

- Highkey cries on your kids' first day of pre-school, and won't hide it.

(a/n: I can go on & on about these cuties, let's save that for later)

#wystie-verse #william ironhead miller #william miller x reader #will miller x reader #will miller imagine #benny miller x reader #benny miller imagine #benny miller #triple frontier boys #triple frontier x reader #triple frontier imagine #triple frontier

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'Have your boyfriend cover what ruins your face' trend/challenge with moon boys

paring: moon boys x fem! reader; established relationship

genre: tiny bits of angst if you look at this fic under a microscope, but fluff

warnings: subtle undertones of reader being insecure

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- Are you kidding him? You are fucking gorgeous. Steven would never-

He gets confused for a second before he realises the meaning of this trend. He thinks this shouldn't be even a thing.

His gaze is soft when he looks at you with worry evident in his eyes, and takes your face in his hand and kisses on your face—all parts of your face.

You shake your head with a light laugh and say it's just a trend— more like convincing yourself, but you are like two seconds away from tearing up to be honest, his touch is tender and his eyes has nothing but love for you.

- Marc straight up says 'no.' Well, that's what he usually does, then reluctantly takes part in it for you, as the sweetheart is.

But this time, he'd rather jump off a cliff than 'cover what ruins your face.' He hates this stupid trend. You are beautiful inside and out.

He questions himself if he made you feel insecure internally, and gets ready to take the blame even though he didn't do anything of that sort. Before he could spiral into it, you still his thoughts by cupping his face gently.

Of course, you know him. His eyes softens as he leans into your touch. You assure him it's just a stupid trend and you won't try these kind of trends again.

- Jake is always down to take part in your little trends and prank videos, but this? No way. "What'd you mean cover what ruins you face?"

His princesa is perfect.

He makes you meet your eyes, "Eres hermosa, princesa". Usually there is a flirty tone, but this time his voice is serious, yet soft. He says it like it's a promise that you are perfect and nothing 'ruins' your face.

- Your boys would never make you feel insecure and less worthy, even for a silly trend or a prank, never. They always treat you like their Princess and their Goddess you are.

- They love you for who you are, especially with your little imperfections as you like to call them. It makes you only real and unique. They love all parts of you.

- You melt at how much they adore and love you just the way you are.

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Once upon a time

paring: Jack Russell x fem! wife! reader

genre: fluff

warnings: brush your teeth after reading this cause it's too sweet

a/n: sweet, domestic fluff with our favourite wolf boy <3

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"Once upon on a time-"

"Long, long, long ago" the little boy piped up with excitement.

"Now I think about it, it's not that long ago, "

"Papa!"

"Vale, si. Long, long, long ago" Jack added couple of 'o' at the last 'long' with a smile after watching his son smile.

"There was a big bad wolf living in the dark forest"

"Why was it called 'The Dark forest'?"

"Big, scary creatures roamed in that forest"

"Like uncle Ted?"

"Like uncle Ted."

"But he is not scary, he is silly" the child said with a goofy grin.

"To us, he is not scary." Jack smiled.

"Or the forest was really dark at night, that's why it was called 'The Dark forest'

"Who is the one telling the story, changuito?"

"Me!"

"Oh, really?"

"Yes! The big bad wolf man was not really bad, and he got into trouble one day" the little boy chirped up.

"Wolf man?" Jack got up from the bed for a moment to close to the windows.

"Yup" the child said, popping up the 'p'. "Some bad people got the wolf man, they wanted to hurt him. And then a very powerful-"

"And then a very powerful witch-"

The boy raised his hands, exclaiming, "A very powerful, cool, awesome-

"Si, a very powerful, cool, awesome," Jack couldn't stop the smile spreading on his face like warmth, "and the kindest witch saved him from the trouble. Hermosa."

"With her awesome witch powers?"

"Si, with her awesome witch powers" he ruffled the kid's hair.

"What happened after that?"

"The wolf man and the witch became friends."

"And then?"

"The witch fell in love with the wolf man first."

"Oh really?" you walked into your son's bedroom.

"Mama!"

"That's what I remember, amor" Jack added with a sheepish grin.

"Mmm hmm" you strode towards him and pecked his cheek.

"Now I remember it, I think the wolf man fell in love with the witch first"

"The cool witch."

"The wolf man fell in love with the cool witch."

"And then?"

"And then they got married one day and they had-"

"Me!"

You can see your son's new front tooth gap as he grinned.

"Yes, you, sweetheart"

"Mama, will I be cool like you when I grow up?"

"Yes, you will be cool like your mama"

"Hey, your papa is cool too!" Jack pretended to be offended.

"Less cool than mama" your son giggled.

"You take that back, young man. Oh, you've angered the wolf man!" Jack tickled your son with his 'scary claws'.

Hearing your child's laughter, your husband, that moment was just perfect. A smile decorated your face.

"Papa is cool like mama!"

Your husband only stopped after your son confessed it.

You shook your head playfully. "Alright, time to sleep now."

"Good night, mama. Good night, papa"

"Good night, my little wolf" with a smile never leaving your face, you bent down to kiss his forehead.

"Mi tesoro" Jack pulled the blanket up to cover your son and turning off the table lamp.

.

.

After exiting you child's room, you turned towards your husband with a mischievous grin, "Why don't you act out a bedtime story for me, papi?"

"Oh, you are a wicked witch" Jack hooked his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.

"You love it" you chuckled, closing the remaining gap between you with a passionate kiss. "I love you, Jack."

He leaned back a bit to look into your eyes, he cupped your cheek with one hand, his other hand resting on your waist, "Te amo, mi vida."

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Translation (not 100% literal & accurate):

vale, si - alright, yes

changuito - little monkey

hermosa - referring a gorgeous woman

amor - love

mi tesoro - my treasure

te amo - I love you

mi vida - my life

#wystie-verse #jack russell x reader #jack russell imagine #jack russell #werewolf by night #werewolf by night imagine #wwbn #wwbn imagine

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Finding Dory

paring: William 'Ironhead' Miller x fem! wife! reader

genre: domestic fluff

warnings:

reader is pregnant, is that a warning? oh, and brush your teeth after reading this cause it's so sweet 🧁

a/n:

- you have a three year old daughter with Will, and you are pregnant again

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"Mommy, did you eat a baby?!" her eyes widened.

Were you actually going to eat her toes everytime you pretended to bite and said, 'I'm gonna eat your toes!' but kissed her feet instead?

"No," you chuckle, "There is a baby growing inside my belly."

"Oh," she blinked.

She definitely got her father's eyes.

The moment you entered Will's life, he got glimpses of how beautiful his life can be. When he left military for good this time, things got even better. Domestic life suited him well.

You've been dating him for four years, he wasn't a fool, he didn't waste any more time. Your daughter, was one year and six months old when Will got on his knees and asked you to be his wife—the mother of his child.

You, of course said 'Yes!', earning 'Finally!' 'What took you guys so damn long?!' 'I knew it!' and more congratulations from his friends who grew closer to you like family throughout the years.

"Welcome to the family, Y/n/n!" I knew it two years ago," Benny lifted you off the floor excitedly, making you laugh as he spinned a little. Will watched it with a sweet smile on his face.

You moved into a bigger house for the baby.

And now, you stood in the kitchen of your home explaining to your daughter why your belly is big, while grabbing a snack for your pregnancy cravings.

It was sunday and past three in the afternoon. Warm light peeked into the kitchen through the windows, painting the beige walls of the kitchen a golden yellow.

Will was sleeping. You didn't have the heart to wake him up from his nap, besides he looked so peaceful and cute when he was sleeping.

"A baby like me?"

"Yeah, baby, like you," you booped the tip of her nose with a smile. "Remember when daddy and I said you are gonna have a baby sister or a brother?"

She nodded. "How did you put a baby in your belly?" she poked your belly with her index finger to emphasize her question. Your flowy nightgown accentuated your growing little bump beautifully.

"Uh..Daddy helped me," you said, munching your snack.

Good save, you patted yourself mentally.

She went quiet for full four seconds. Tilting her head slightly to the left, she scrunched her eyebrows adorably.

"Daddy!" she let out a screech, quickly ran out the kitchen. You could hear her little, bare feet padding on the floor as she sprinted towards your bedroom to interrogate her dad on how he 'helped' put a baby in your belly.

You laughed. He can handle it.

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.

Twenty minutes later, you walked into the bedroom to see your daughter cuddled with your sleeping husband with 'Finding Dory' playing in the background. You resisted the urge to take a picture right then.

But your daughter was awake.

"Shh, mommy! daddy is sleeping!" she whispered, placing a finger over her lip.

"Okay, okay.." you whispered, smiling.

"I asked daddy about the baby, he said he would tell me after this movie ends...," she said, trapped under his giant arm over her tiny body, "but I think he wanted me to nap so I would forget about it."

You stiffled a laugh.

You couldn't resist anymore, you slowly crawled into the bed next to him.

"And she is smart..like you," Will grumbled, half awake.

"Hey there, sleepyhead," you grinned and kissed his forehead.

"Daddy! How did you help mommy with the baby?"

"And she is stubborn too, just like you," he groaned.

"Yeah, tell us, daddy," you joined, laughing.

"I hate you," he threw a pillow at your face.

"I love you too," you leaned over to kiss his lips, with a wide smile.

"Alright, sweetheart.." he propped himself up on his elbow. He looked at your daughter, "I love mommy so much," a pause, "And when you love someone there will be a baby." He silently prayed it would suffice your daughter's curiosity.

"So, I was made with love?"

"Yes."

"Yeah, baby."

You and Will said at the same time.

"Okay." That seemed like a good answer. She smiled happily and went back to watch the movie.

He scooped you and your daughter with both hands, pulling you closer.

Your daughter wanted to be in the middle and you happily obliged. She felt her parents press a kiss on each side of her head.

Will reached out his hand to touch your bump. A soft, knowing smile was on his face. Life with you was soft, sweet and had little wonders.

You smiled, touching his hand with yours. And being with Will was everything you wanted and more.

#wystie-verse #william ironhead miller #william miller imagine #william miller x reader #will miller #will miller fluff #william miller fluff #triple frontier x reader #triple frontier imagine #triple frontier #charlie hunnam

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The Kiss stays on

paring: Benny Miller x fem! reader; established relationship

warnings: suggestive themes, but nothing explicit

genre: fluff

a/n:

Benjamin Miller being the best boyfriend ever 🤧❤️

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Right when he was about to leave to hang out with the guys, you put on your favorite red lipstick and kissed him—his neck, his jaw, and his lips.

You wanted to do it as a joke—a teasing.

It was one of the nights where the guys hung out together, to catch up, to reminisce, bully eachother playfully—and whatever it is a band of brothers do usually.

His hand slides down to squeeze your ass as he deepened the kiss.

You pull away after few seconds, reminding him he had to leave or he would be late for it. But he tugs your waist, pulling you closer to him again.

"Babe, you are gonna be late," you manage to utter those words, your lips parting in a half moan, half sigh as he sucked on the sweet spot behind your ear. It was an excuse for yourself mostly. You knew if he continued, you won't be able to stop.

But his hands don't let you go. His fresh cologne, the hotness of his wet mouth on your tender skin was too much. His large hands slides up to cup your breasts under your top.

Your breath hitches in your throat. "Baby, I'm seriou-," you yelp slightly feeling the sharpness of his bite on your hot skin. You let an unrestrained moan.

Abruptly, he pulls away. It's definitely gonna leave a bruise.

Even though you told him to hurry and leave, you groan internally at the lack of...his touch at your proximity.

He has a knowing, satisfied smirk on his face. Satisfied with how much he has turned you on without uttering a single word.

That teasing bastard.

He turns around to leave.

"Wait, you have my lipstick on your face."

"No, the kiss stays on" he swats your hand playfully when you reached out to wipe your lipstick marks. His eyes glints with pride.

"They are gonna make fun of you-"

"I don't care, they know the rules. Let them see how much my girl loves me" he smiles down at you and tilts your face up by placing a finger under your chin.

My girl.

It doesn't matter how long you've been with Benny. Everytime he called you 'My girl', it melted your brain into warm goo.

He kisses you again, but this time without teasing you. It's quick, yet somehow it feels longer than three seconds to you.

Loving Benny Miller was exhilarating, yet calming and sweet.

You are always home with him. Isn't that what everyone yearns and strives for? To find a home in the one you love, a safe place to unravel and rest. To be yourself and let your every walls down, until you are nothing but the core of who you truly are—in all your imperfect, messy glory.

Loving him made you feel like teenagers in love, yet old married couple at the same time. That was Benny Miller to you.

You smile, watching him walk away with your scarlet marks on him, wearing them proudly.

He shuts the door.

Few seconds later you call out, with the urgency of life or death. "Baby!"

The door opens immediately, he stands at the door way, subtle panic and concern on his eyes. The lines on his forehead eases when he sees you are fine, "What's wrong?"

"I love you"

You breathe out, in relief, as if someone carried the deep, darkest secrets of the universe all their life and now they can breathe in peace.

His steel blue eyes softens, his lips curve upwards, easing into a sweet smile.

You wish your eyes could take pictures. You wish you could show everyone through your eyes to see him in the way your eyes did—with adoration and love. But again, you are glad you are the only one who get to see him like that. Your Ben, your lover, your sweetheart, your everything.

If you were in a cartoon, you are pretty sure tiny hearts of pinks and reds would swirl around your head.

You walk towards him, and you stretch out your hands to touch the sides of face. You press your lips on his cheek. Another lip mark.

He lets you mark him with your ink of scarlet possesiveness and crimson love. "I love you too, darlin'." His voice is dangerously low, and sends your aching core throbbing. "Don't touch yourself till I come back," there it is, the charming, teasing smirk on his stupid, handsome face. "Or you'll be punished."

Don't say it. You really shouldn't say it. Well fuck it. You want to rile him up too. "Yes, daddy." You bat your lashes at him and smile sweetly. Two can play this game.

He groans. Something like frustration and lust flashes in his eyes. But he should meet up with the guys, which he starts to think if he really should or not.

With a smirk, you watch his bulge tent his pants. Before he could change his mind, you shove him out of the door with a light laugh.

"You saucy minx!"

You lock the door. "Tell the guys I said 'Hi'"

"You are cruel."

"I love you too!" you grin.

Oh, he cannot wait till he comes back and punish you for this.

#wystie-verse #benny miller x reader #benny miller imagine #benny miller #triple frontier imagine #triple frontier x reader #triple frontier

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Hola bitches!

paring: moon boys x fem! reader; established relationship

warnings: none

a/n:

- You dress up as Jake for Halloween

- From my research online, I've noted that most Jews don't celebrate Halloween. I don't want to disrespect the Jewish community and the moon boys. So the boys don't celebrate Halloween here. Only reader does. Please feel free correct me if I'm wrong, I'd like to learn about it and correct myself, thank you.

- What is this? I don't know, bestie. I needed some goofy fluff.

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"Hola bitches!"

You walk out of your bed room, dressed up as Jake, including the beret cap.

Marc snorts watching from the headspace.

"I don't say that, princesa," Jake says, fronting.

"I'm not princesa now. Today, I'm Jake Lockley."

"I don't say that."

"Ooh, look at me! I'm Jake Lockley, I look sexy no matter what I do!"

It is Steven's turn to laugh now. They are co-conscious, watching this unfold with absolute amusement.

That yearns a grin from him. "You think I'm sexy?"

You blow a kiss at him, breaking your character just for a second, before getting back into it, earning a kiss to your cheek.

You try to take Jake's gun from him, which he smoothly grabs it back from you.

"Aw, come on."

"No."

"Fine," you look at his eyes and reach out your hand to rip the fake mustache above his lips and plaster it on your face...and run out as fast as you can like you are about to die, cause you are about to die.

He laughs finally, but still he is gonna kill you though—with his love, obviously. You are his sweet princess after all.

Of course, he catches up to you. You squeal when you feel his firm hands on your hips, as he lifts you off the ground.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" you blurt out.

But he turns you around so you can face him and kisses you softly.

Giggling, you put his fake mustache back on his face and kiss his lips again.

Only you can pull this with Jake Lockley and live to tell the tale, only you.

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I'm not pouting!

paring: Matt Murdock x fem! reader; established relationship

genre: fluff

warning: none

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You had your legs comfortably rested on Matt's lap, as you both were chilling on the couch, arguing what to have for dinner.

He looked at ease with you, like he can finally breathe without the mask, without the guilt of hiding things from you, without weighing him down.

It was four months before. You had found out he was the Daredevil—more like you accidentally saw him stumbling into his apartment, bleeding on his couch with a black mask covering his upper face. You wanted to surprise him with food after you knew he had a long day, but in the end, you ended up having a surprise too.

"Matt?"

How did he miss your heartbeat? He was too tired.

He feared how you would react, he wouldn't blame you if you chose to leave him.

"I.," a pause. Your shock didn't last long. You handled it better than you thought you would. "You are bleeding!" you dropped the bag in your hands, panicking. "You need help!"

And you helped him get the blood off him and bandaged him as best as you could. You didn't speak much after that. The question hung in the air around, like a thick fog. The steady beat of your heart the moment you uttered, 'I love you' to him at that moment wasn't a lie. That brought you two even closer.

It's been months since that incident, and you loved him still, if not more.

You were fully aware that arguing with a lawyer, especially with Matt, is not a great idea. He always had compelling points to win his case.

But you had a dirty little weapon. Your pout.

"You are pouting now, aren't you?" somehow he knew it every damn time and he absolutely adored it.

"I'm not!"

"It's not gonna work on me, Y/n/n"

"I'm not pouting!" you pouted.

He smiled at your cute, little lie. Of course, your lips were in a pout.

He knew you well, too well.

He chuckled.

"Matt!" you let out a whine dramatically, dragging the 'a' in his name.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Can we have Mexican for dinner?"

"Admit you are pouting," he smiled.

"Fine, yes, I am pouting," you made an exaggerated pout and attacked Matt's face with a kiss. Multiple actually.

"You make a compelling argument, Miss Y/l/n," he smiled adorably again.

You laughed a little and kissed his lips softly.

I love you so much.

Your thumb caressed his cheek tenderly. He brought your palm to his lips and placed a light kiss.

#wystie-verse #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock #daredevil x reader #daredevil imagine #daredevil

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You are perfect to me.

paring: Namor x chubby/plus-size! fem! human! reader; established relationship

summary: reader feels insecure about her body weight, Namor shows she is perfect for him

a/n:

- Namor speaks to reader mostly in English cause reader is not fully fluent with his language yet, but still his pet names for her are in Yucatec Maya

- soft! Namor is a necessity for survival ya'll

genre: fluff

warnings: body insecurity, mentions of body shaming.

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"Come here, in yakunaj" he pats his thigh, sitting on his throne. A command, the kind of command with passion and possesiveness. Not the 'I own you', but 'You belong to me as I belong to you, my love.'

He wanted you take your place as his Queen.

Heat rushes to your cheeks when you think about sitting on his lap, in front of his people.

You hesitantly shake your head.

Gosh, why does he have to be so sweet. He wants to show you off proudly in front of his people.

You want to, but a tinge of insecurity creeps in your gut.

What if I crush him?

"I..I'm too heavy.." you voice is small, "I don't wanna crush you," you avoid his eyes, looking down. Every hurtful comment about your body floods your brain.

He descends his throne, reducing the distance between you. He places a finger under your chin, and makes you meet his eyes. "Y/n/n, you will never crush me."

"I-"

He cuts you off, and effortlessly picks you up in the bridal style. You feel heat rushing to your cheeks. Still holding you in his arms, he walks up to his throne. "K'uk'ulkan!" you bury your face on his chest.

Getting on the throne, he pulls you into his lap. "Is this alright, in yakunaj? If not, we don't have to do this."

Your heart warms at his gesture. And you make yourself comfortable on his lap and turn your head to place a kiss on his cheek, shyly. "No, it's fine. I want to."

He sighs in content at your response. It hurt his heart to see how your voice lowered when you answered. He hated whoever made you feel insecure, but he would help you with it later. For now, seeing you smile and being at ease with him on the throne was enough.

"You are perfect to me," he breathes down your neck and kissing the sensitive spot behind your ear.

.

.

You sit on the edge of the bed. You didn't meet his eyes, you couldn't. You are embarrassed at how quick you let your insecurities get hold of you. 'screw what they say' 'it doesn't matter' that's what everyone says, but then why does those words hurt?

He reaches out a hand to touch your cheek, but you still won't meet his eyes.

He bends his knees, kneeling down on the floor in front of you, and he takes both of your hands in his.

The Feathered Serpent God, their King—your King, is kneeling down in front of you.

Your lips slightly part, your eyes widening at his gesture of love.

There is something inherently tender when a man gets down on his knees for his woman, willingly, out of nothing but love.

"I don't love you cause I like your body," his hands slids down on your legs. His sturdy hands is gentle as up your skirt. He leans in to place feather light kisses on your legs, trailing up. "I love your body, because I love you." His tone is soft. You've never heard him speak with this tender voice before and it clenches your heart. He had this softness for you, only you.

"K'uk'ulkan.."

You swallow your words as his lips trails up on your inner thighs, his lips finds a tender spot. You reach out your hands to run your fingers through his hair, you cup his jaw, urging him to come up.

He complies and he rises up, his face next to yours. His thumb strokes your cheek, his lips hovers over your right cheek. "I love your cute cheeks," a kiss. Another one to your left side.

You cannot stop the smile on your face. "I love you," you say in earnest, "so much."

He peers into your eyes. His gaze is intense, but soft. "I love you, in reina."

He lowers his lips, kissing your jaw, your neck, your collar bone. He pins you down on the bed, you fall back, watch him hover over you. His lips then rests between your breasts, he watches with a smirk as your lips part to your moan his name. He lifts up your top, "I love you," he kisses your soft belly, "all parts of you, he places another one. And another one.

You feel your eyes tear up.

He loves you, all parts of you, even when you didn't love yourself. He prays and hopes one day you will see yourself through his eyes.

By the end of the night, he showed you how perfect and gorgeous you are with his lips—kissing each part of your body and praising you. Leaving you flustered and drunk on his passionate love. The love marks were the proof, along with your lazy, blissful smile on your face after it.

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Translation:

in yakunaj - my love

in reina - my queen

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Namor Taglist:

@loonymagizoologist @songbirdcannabe @96jnie @dazecrea @belle643 @layazul @iamlize33 @fefa-la-printcessa

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[wysteria-clad]

Hugs & other things like Love

paring: Jake Lockley x fem! reader; established relationship with the moon boys

genre: fluff

warnings: none

a/n: no plot, just vibes. reader hugging her touch starved baby boi for the first time

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Let's face it. Papi has never been hugged in his life. He had seen others hugging—family, friends, lovers embracing eachother. But he never even dreamt of it. Hug? Gentleness? Love?

He didn't dare, he didn't dare to dream or hope for any of it. It was something he could not afford. But that didn't stop him from imagining and wondering what was it like to be hugged by a loved one. He yearned for it deep down, even though he never expressed it.

His life was changed when you came into the picture.

When you pull him for a hug for the first time, it sets off his fight or flight mode, he is ready to throw hands.

He stiffens instantly, his eyes blinking softly.

But you do it in a slower pace, not to overwhelm him suddenly. It takes him solid five seconds to realise the system is not being threatened. It's you—his princesa. You feel his body relax against you. You rub his back in a soothing manner, you don't say anything.

He tentatively raises his right arm, pauses for a couple of seconds. Soon enough, he melts into you, he wraps his arms around you comfortably. He bends down, burying his face on the crook of your neck, his entire body trying to fit against yours. His breath is hot against your neck, but his breathing is calmer now.

You run your fingers gently through his hair, curling your fingers, playing with his curls. You stroke the nape of his neck in comforting manner. 'You are safe now in my arms, baby'. You say it without uttering them.

This is what it feels like.

He can allow himself to feel it now, he is allowed to feel your hug, your loving embrace. He doesn't have to imagine and yearn anymore. He can just have it from your hands. His eyes water, and he quickly wipes them off before you could notice.

You kiss the side of his head tenderly. 'I love you.'

You found out two things that day—Jake really loves hugs, but only you are allowed to hug him. And you had no problem with it.

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Taglist:

@twwcs @friendlyneighbourhood-parker @fayes-fics @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @devilish-mirage @syrma-sensei @gaymistakeboi @scarabgrant @mintpurplemnm @kittiesluvyou @luke-o-lophus @nana1000night @this-is-me1 @thatdummy-girl @vinsevena @hot-mess-express1 @hotbisexualmess @fandxmslxt69 @beaxtrice @ninebluehearts @moonknightwifey @i-still-dont-like-your-face @toracainz @damnzelsoul @bitchyglitterfox @21stcenturycirce

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[wysteria-clad]

Wintery kisses.

paring: Jake Lockley x fem! reader (established relationship with the moon boys)

genre: fluffiest shit you've ever read

a/n: literally wrote this instead of sleeping rn

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There was one rule you were hell bent on not bulging a bit; your boyfriends were not allowed to leave the house without kissing you no matter what.

And when Jake left the apartment without kissing you, that's when it all started.

It was an early, winter morning. Snowflakes were settling down on the Earth gently and softly, coating the pavement and the road with pristine white magic, the lamps by the pavement stood tall and proud, their heads glowing with soft, warm light.

The moment you rolled off to see the empty bed and no sign of—your papi, ahem, Jake, you let out a sound that was a mix of half whine and half groan. Where was he? Did he really leave without kissing you?

This cannot happen.

And so you sprinted down in your sleeping attire as fast as can—a comfy t-shirt, and soft cotton pants, still half asleep, with only your socks on.

"Jake!"

Jake had already started his cab, but he stopped when he saw you sprinting towards him, well, trying to anyway.

"Princesa, what are you doing out here?!" he stepped out the car. He couldn't stand to see you shivering one second. He immediately wrapped his jacket around you. And cursed a whole lot in Spanish. "Y/n/n, are you crazy? You'd get sick!"

"You didn't kiss me."

His face and the tone of his voice instantly changed. A hearty chuckle left his lips. "You were sleeping, princesa"

"I don't care"

Your 'I just woke up annoyed, don't give me shit' glare and the frown on your lips was absolutely cute to your man.

With a wide smile still on his face, he rubbed your arms, then cupped your face softly and planted a kiss on your forehead that lingered for few more seconds longer than the usual quick peck on your head.

"I love you," satisfied now, you wrapped your arms around his torso, a slow smile making it's way on your face, "so much" you nuzzled your face further into feel his warmth.

"Te amo, princesa," he bent down slightly to kiss the top of your head, wrapping his arms around you. He pulled away after few moments, "Now go back to bed, mi amor. It's early and you stayed up late working"

It wasn't really your fault when your boss shoved few extra paper work to you.

You groaned. "It's cold without you," you whined.

"I'll make upto to you, I promise. Now, get back inside, my little snow queen, you are not even wearing warm clothes."

His concern was endearing. "You'd take care of me if i get sick" you joked playfully.

"Don't even joke about it." He can't even bear to see you sick because of the common cold. "Por favor, princesa..."

"Alright, alright" with a grin, you kissed his lips and returned his jacket. Waving him goodbye, you went back inside to carry out your day.

What a lovely day it was.

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Taglist:

@twwcs @friendlyneighbourhood-parker @fayes-fics @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @devilish-mirage @syrma-sensei @gaymistakeboi @scarabgrant @mintpurplemnm @kittiesluvyou @luke-o-lophus @nana1000night @this-is-me19 @thatdummy-girl @vinsevena @hot-mess-express1 @hotbisexualmess @fandxmslxt69 @beaxtrice @ninebluehearts @moonknightwifey @i-still-dont-like-your-face @toracainz @damnzelsoul @bitchyglitterfox

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[wysteria-clad]

Y/n: Your enemies call you 'Namor'

Namor: ....?

Y/n: But I will call you 'Mi amor' *fuck boy face*

Namor: *face palm*

#don't worry he still loves you #wystie-verse #namor #namor x reader #namor fluff #k'uk'ulkan #incorrect black panther wakanda forever quotes #incorrect bpwf quotes #bpwf