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could you do one where chris and reader bring their daughter home from the hospital after she's just born? i love your writings!!!!

My Girl, C. Sturniolo

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Summary: In which bringing your and Chris's first baby home from the hospital results in a core memory<3

Pairing: Chris x feminine reader

Warnings: Pregnancy, mentions of a difficult labor and its effects (not graphic!), young parents

Word Count: 974

A/N: Y'all my baby fever has been so bad lately (I'm 19 and single 🤡) and dad!Chris did NOT help. Thank you for the request and you cuties enjoy a fluffy Chris fic<33

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Chris gently lifted the enormous, pink carseat out of the back of the car, hoisting it onto his arm. He was beyond exhausted from the past three days. Granted, all he had ever wanted in life was to be a father, especially when you would be the mother. And so, he picked up the car seat with renewed energy, coming around the side of the car and opening up your door.

“You good, ma?” he asked you, protective instincts kicking in as he watched you struggle to unbuckle your seat and step out of the car.

“I just had a baby, dumbass. My hips are killing me and I’m wearing a diaper. What do you think the answer is?”

Between a long labor, the hustle and bustle of the hospital, and the typical aches and pains that came post-birth, you were a bit snappy after the events of the past three days. Nevertheless though, you planted a kiss on Chris’s cheek, eliciting a grin from your husband.

“Glad to see the pregnancy didn’t take that fiery attitude I love so much.” Chris smiled, wrapping his arm around you to support you as you slowly walked with one hand and carrying the carseat that held your sleeping daughter in the other.

You two slowly began the trek up your front steps, with Chris supporting you the whole way. But before you could open the front door, it was flung open for you, revealing Nick and Matt. They stepped out quickly, eager to get a glimpse of their new niece. They exchanged squeals over how cute your baby girl was until Chris finally shoved them off, protective over his little family.

“Can we get inside first?” he asked, rolling his eyes then smiling at you affectionately.

The brothers allowed you to step inside the house, where both your and Chris’s parents were waiting, slightly more polite than his brothers. You quickly sat down on the couch with the help of your husband, winded from the short walk up the driveway. Chris quickly placed your daughter in your arms and sat beside you with a proud smile as everyone else gathered around on your large couch and on the rug.

“So, have you two decided on a name?” Your mother asked excitedly, her eyes shining with joy.

“We have,” You and Chris looked at each other and smiled as your daughter yawned in your arms, smacking her little lips. “Charlotte Marie Sturniolo.” You said in unison.

Just as you spoke, Charlotte opened her eyes and yawned, letting out a tiny coo. Luckily, your families had been very respectful of your and Chris’s boundaries about holding her, especially since flu season was currently rampant. That didn’t deter anyone from letting out noises of affection at their new daughter, niece, and granddaughter, though. In your comical families, however, cute moments didn’t last long, which led to Nick piping up.

“Can you say Lady Gaga?” he asked. “La-dy Ga-ga.”

Chris rolled his eyes, playfully kicking his brother, which received a giggle from you. “She’s a newborn.”

“I’m raising her to have culture.” Nick shrugged, flipping his hair across his forehead.

As everyone continued to talk, your husband noted how you (and Charlotte) had become more quiet, snuggling into his side. He knew the whole birthing process had been extremely difficult on you, and selfishly, he really wanted some alone time with his little family.

“Should we go upstairs?” he asked you, whispering in your ear and brushing a strand of hair away from your cheek.

You nodded softly, already on the verge of falling asleep as you felt your infant daughter snuggle into you. “Yes please.” You whispered back.

“Well, we would love to keep chatting, but duty calls,” Chris helped you stand up, adjusting Charlotte so she could still cuddle onto your chest. “My girls need me.”

By the time you two had made it upstairs, you were exhausted, but could still hear the talking of your family below, murmuring softly about what great parents you two already were. Granted, it had only been a few days, but in your opinion, you both already were. Despite being on the younger side, you and Chris both loved your daughter with your whole heart, and that was what you wanted the most.

“Thanks for what you did back there,” You yawned as Chris tucked you into bed after placing Charlotte, who was fast asleep, in her crib. “I’m really tired.”

“I could tell,” Your husband bustled around the room, straightening things up to lessen the load on your plate. “You’re so strong, baby.”

You were almost asleep, but you could sense that Chris had stopped moving, which with your husband, meant he was up to something. “Chris? Baby, what are you doing?”

You peeked open your eyes, only for your heart to practically burst. Chris had taken his shirt off and removed your daughter’s onesie, allowing her to cuddle skin-to-skin on his chest. He smiled over at you as she yawned, fisting his skin.

“Look!” he whisper-shouted with the biggest smile on his face. “We’re cuddling!”

You smiled, enjoying the scene before you. “She looks so cozy.”

Chris began to sway and dance softly, singing ‘My Girl’ by The Temptations quietly. “My baby girl. God, I love you so much. You and your mommy are my rock, honey.”

You could hear the happy tears in your husband’s voice as he sang to Charlotte, and that was the moment you knew that you had made the right choice for the father of your children. Chris had been nothing but supportive throughout your whole pregnancy and labor, and it was clear he was carrying that energy into fatherhood as well. You took a mental snapshot, filing away this moment for later because you knew this would always be one you came back to.

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ultralightpoe · 5 months

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Chaos - Bucky Barnes

Authors Note: terribly written but I'm clearing out my drafts

Warning: mentions of abuse

Word Count: 2340

Part One Here

Enjoy!

“What the hell happened?” Cho snaps, moving to the gurney being pushed in and surveying the amount of blood that was spilling. “Back up! I need room, someone page Stark immediately!”

The lights of the tower flicker under the storm, and Steve watches as Cho’s team wheels the gurney away quickly, his hand shaking heavily. Panic claws at his throat as the scene from earlier unfolds in his mind once more, turning slowly to the redhead beside him.

“Steve-” She starts before he shakes his head.

“Nat, this is not a conversation you want to have with me right now.” He sighs, bringing a hand up to pinch his nose before he realizes it’s coated in blood and pulls it back sharply. “I need to shower.”

He storms off, shoulders squared as he thinks about all the reports he is about to fill out.

“We won’t have much time, in and out as fast as we can. Everyone has their tasks?” Steve asks, making sure everyone nods back to him before making eye contact with you. “Y/n, I know this will be your first mission-”

“We should go before the storm gets any worse.” You interrupt, fixing your headset and moving to the bay of the quinjet, grabbing your bag before being the first to leave the ship and rushing to leave them behind.

“Slow down Y/n.” You hear Bucky warn in your earpiece, and normally you would turn around to wait for him. But he wasn’t your partner on the mission today, so you didn’t turn and kept the same pace. They could catch up if they wanted.

Bucky stops in his tracks when he sees you march off, not bothering to turn to him, his heart thundering in his chest. Normally you would slow down for him, normally he would have your back during missions.

It was a slow realization that you would be alone.

“Maybe we should-” He starts, feeling like a fool as Sam turns to look.

“We gotta go, come on man.” He mumbles, watching as Nat takes lead.

It was going to be a simple mission, in and out, Bucky reminds himself. Taking a deep breath before following the rest.

“We need a report,” Tony sighs, tracing through the footage of the mission, eyes widening at the fight. “I’ve never….”

“Tony, I’ve never seen it before. And it’s my fault.” Nat sighs, rubbing her hand across her face. “I got involved.”

“How?”

“I got in Bucky’s head a bit. I was just worried-”

“Worried about what?”

“About Bucky and- I just remember coming out of the red room and being so attached to Clint. I had no family, no story, no morals. I was just pain. I was in pain myself and I inflicted pain onto others.”

“You went through something terrible-”

“THEY WENT THROUGH SOMETHING TERRIBLE! Bucky went through 70 years of it and the experiments they ran on Y/n….. I just wanted them to safe. I didn’t want them to get hurt.” She sighs, picking at her hair. “I love them both and I just wanted them to take a break. Maybe they would see how much they needed each other, and they would finally admit it to each other.”

“You should know by now that Barnes never thinks the way we do.”

“He thinks he is going to ruin everything he touches.”

“I know someone like that.” Clint interrupts from the door, giving Nat a small smirk. “Let’s just take a night to rest, Cho will update us if need be.”

It had turned into a mess too fast, and there was nothing you could do to stop it. The rain covered most of your vision as the walls of the compound seemed to be closing in quickly, the others screaming over the intercoms as they had been ambushed.

You had been tasked to get the files from the lower levels of the compound, and you had planned to get it done quickly. You had not planned, however, to be locked in the basement as it began flooding.

“GUYS!” You should, tears springing from your eyes as you cling to the door, the water reaching your ankles at the top of the stairs.

“They blew up the dam-” Sams voice cuts through, half static half radio. “Steve, to your right-”

Gunshots could be heard in the background, Natasha cursing and you truly did not think they could hear you at all anymore. “Shit.”

Instead of clinging to the door you turn to survey another way out of the room, eyes scanning over every inch of space to find your exit. The intercom in your hear rumbles with static before your name breaks through, Bucky’s voice sounding panicked. The next thing you know the intercoms have a sharp ringing through them that makes you gasp out and tear it from your ear quickly, dropping it in the water and diving in to find a way out.

Bucky curses as he tears the intercom from his ear, dodging a bullet quickly and diving behind a wall as Nat stays covered by her own, making eye contact for a second as she tears her own comns out.

First the heavy explosion that shook them down, the dam breaking and water beginning to flood, Hydra soldiers attacking them and now their comns were down. Worst of all Bucky could not find you.

Heart thundering through his ribs as he bites at his tongue to keep from grunting in pain when he realizes he had been shot, but right now that doesn't matter. He had to find you.

“I have to find Y/n!” He shouts, watching Nat nod before he dashes to the exit that you were supposed to use. Just as he reaches the metal door something loosens in his chest, knowing you would were near and he could find you. He would never let you go he swore to god.

He pulls the door, desperate to get to you, only to find it sealed shut. So his metal hand takes charge, bending into the metal as he grunts out, doing his best to get it off. A shout of pain fills the air as Sam comes into view, moving to help Bucky tear the door off.

They make eye contact for a moment, the rain beating down on them before a blast of light blows them to the side, heat covering their bodies as they ram into the wall.

Bucky’s head slams into brick, he hears Steve shout and Sam scream out in pain before it all goes blank.

He would never see the chaos erupt.

Steve is up the second the sun filters through the curtains, happy to finally get to leave his room and check on his friends' health.

Nat is already waiting for him in the front hall of the med bay, a nervous look on her face as Steve walks past her to speak with Cho.”Any update?”

“He’s breathing.” She sighs. “And he was so lucky Y/n was there.”

You could hear the explosion from under the water, and in a panic you swam back up, only to find that the water had flooded to the roof and your face was pressed to the ceiling to catch your breath.

Taking a moment to breathe as you hear Sam scream in pain, there was a pain in yoru chest that you couldn’t explain. It felt like a panic attack but worse, you couldn’t breathe and you couldn’t stop crying.

“PLEASE!” You scream, hands pressing to the ceiling as the water gets worse.

“Stop crying!” A voice breaks out, and you whip your head to find your old boss, the man that had thrown you into your first cell. The man that had ruined you.

He was standing in the center of the room, and you had to blink for a moment to realize that there was no water, and you were completely dry.

“W-what?”

“Stand up!” You listen to him immediately, just as you used to, the tears still streaming down your face as you look around the room. It was different now, when you had come in it had looked like a simple office, now it was your cell.

Or had it always been your cell?

Who was screaming?

“I SAID STAND UP!” Doctor Cornell shouts, stomping forward to drag you up himself, a slap tearing across your face as you cry out.

“Where’s Bucky?” You gasp, the pain in your cheek fading away quickly. “I want to find Bucky.”

“You think he wants you?” Cornell laughs bitterly. “No one wants you, I’ve made you a fucking freak.”

“I want b-” Before you can finish your sentence you remember Bucky ignoring you, avoiding you….. And then you realize why. Cornell was right, he had made you a freak. You were a monster.

A sob racks through your chest, and the painful feeling explodes.

You try to scream out, only for your lungs to fill with water and more panic to take place.

Steve could not believe his eyes, holding Sam's abdomen tightly in an attempt to stop the blood, watching as vines burst from the basement and travel across every surface faster then he ever thought possible.

“Is that……” Steve starts, looking to where Nat was trying to get Bucky up.

“Y/n.”

Sam gasps out as the vines wrap around him, tightening around his wound and glowing a deep golden color as some of the blood stops, the vines traveling further and wrapping around the Hydra soldiers tightly to stop them all.

Now that Sam's wound is being taken care of, Steve dashes to dive in the water, swimming down to try and find where you were. Only you were nowhere to be found, whatsoever.

By the time he comes back up he is panting for air, watching as Bucky kneels by the water with blood leaking down his face and panicked eyes looking at his friend. “Where is she?”

“She’s not down there.” Steve gasps.

“STEVE WHERE IS SHE?!” Bucky snaps, the water reaching his waist as Nat moves to snatch him back.

“The vines are dying, Y/n can’t hold them off forever. We gotta go.” She rushes out, snatching the back of Buckys vest.

“NOT WITHOUT Y/N-”

“Bucky. Y/n is holding them off but we have to get Sam out of here. Please.”

“Any word on Y/n?” Bruce asks, coming into the surveillance room where Clint is deep diving into the footage.

“I can’t find her.” He admits, eyes never leaving the screen. “I would love some help.”

“You got it.”

“Lock the door before Barnes comes in and bothers me again.” He sighs, watching Bruce lock it. It was a joke, but he knew that Barnes was hurting. He could understand that.

Bucky woke up in a startled panic, reaching to your side of the bed quickly, sitting up to find you when he doesn’t feel you. “Y/n?”

His voice is scratchy, a mix of all the screaming from yesterday, and he slowly realizes you aren’t there as the memories resurface.You weren’t here, you were gone. They weren’t able to find you yesterday.

A knock sounds at the door and Bucky jumps up, excitement filling him as he rushes to answer, hoping to see your face on the other side of the door, only to find Steve on the other side. His heart plummets to his stomach as his friend looks at him softly.

“You found your way to her apartments then?”

“I think I came here immediately yesterday.” He answers truthfully, letting Steve in before looking around the room, seeing all the dead plants. “How did her plants die in a day?”

“Buck…..” Steve starts, and Bucky tenses, fists clenched as he turns to his friend. “It’s been…. It’s been a week.”

“What?” Bucky laughs, flinching as Steve turns on the light.

“It’s been a week. You came here the night we brought you back and you passed out, I think because of the head injury-”

“If it’s been a week then where is my doll?”

“We…. we can’t find her Buck.” Steve sighs, rubbing between his eyes. “I think it’s time you and I talked about some things-”

“Talk about things? I can’t talk I have to go find her Steve-” He moves to pass his friend but Steve shoots his hand out to catch him.

“I think it’s time to admit you love her.”

Freak freak freak freak freak.

Your mouth was dry and your feet hurt, this was the only thing you could comprehend.

The lady in the market was staring at you wildly, looking terrified as she reached a hand towards you, concern flashing through her eyes. “Are you okay?”

She had a heavy accent, one that reminded you of someone, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. What was it…..russian?

“Do you want me to call someone?” She asks, rubbing your shoulders. “What’s your name?”

“I…..I’m….” Who were you? You blinked slowly, trying to remember who you were. All you saw was a flash of someone with a metal arm before you were met with a bald man in a lab coat. “I… don’t…. Who am I?”

Bucky finds himself in the med bay the next morning after a long lecture from Steve, staring at Sam as his friend runs on the treadmill.

“I… I am so confused. Steve said you were in critical condition?”

“He was.” Cho answers in amazement, reading the stats that Sam is sending through the tech pad in her hands. “But he is completely healed.”

“How?”

“Y/n, there were traces of her vines left in the wound. It’s completely healed now.”

“Her…. she’s never done that before.” Bucky mumbles, a tight feeling in his chest. “What do you think it means?”

“I think we need to find Y/n, as fast as we can. That was way too much energy used.” Cho answers, a grim expression on her face.

Bucky could do that, he would tear apart the world to find you.

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Set The World On Fire

Chapter Three

Lando Norris had been incredibly angry when they met. Incredibly angry, but sweet enough to help her. Turns out he just needed somebody to talk to, somebody to be there for him.

He was easy to fall for, and that put her in a world of danger

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She missed her alarm the next morning, but that was the consequences of staying up all night, texting.

When she woke up, she was a mess. Hair all over the place, imprint of her sleeve on her cheek, and very late for work.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She cried as she climbed out of bed. She raced into the bathroom and worked on fixing her hair as she cleaned her teeth. She attempted to throw her pyjamas into the hamper as she ran back into her bedroom.

It took her five minutes to get dressed, another three get her get jewellery in. She did her makeup as quickly as she could and ran out of the door, heading to her office.

At three minutes past nine, Y/N walked into her office. She could feel the eyes on her as she walked over to her cubicle and sat down.

Her phone vibrated against her desk. She picked it up and checked it. I've got dinner with that asshole and his dad tonight, Lando had texted her. No good morning, he was straight to it. She liked it like that.

Y/N logged into her work computer before she replied. You should put salt in their drinking glasses.

She didn't hear from Lando for the rest of the morning. She worked quietly, slowly, still tired from the night before.

At her lunch break she checked in her bag but, of course, her lunch wasn't there. No, in all of her rushing around, she'd left it at home. "Fuck," she hissed as she pulled her jacket over her shoulders, placed her bag on her back, and ran down to the nearest shop.

She had just twenty minutes to buy and eat her lunch. If it came to it, she could eat at her desk, but those whose cubicles joined to hers wouldn't be happy. She had no time to check her phone as she bought a meal deal from her local corner shop.

As soon as she was back at her desk, she pulled out her phone and checked her messages. A message appeared on her lock screen and she rushed to open it.

Salt is in the drinking glasses Will keep you posted

Both of the messages were from Lando. She smiled fondly as she typed out her response.

***

Lando's day job didn't often allow him a moment to text pretty girls. He was essentially the head of the Norris family, but he was also 'The Enforcer'. It was his job to go around to businesses that paid the family for protection and scare them into paying.

And, if they couldn't pay, it was Lando's job to deal with it. He loved it, loved watching the fear in people's eyes as he cracked his knuckles. There was always a point, usually when he pulled out his gun, where the fear left their eyes and they accepted their fate. It was rare that it had to get that far, but Lando had felt another mans blood on his face far too many times.

He was a monster, and he was proud.

This was where he was on his way to when he began texting Y/N that morning. He was pissed, he'd just found out he'd be hosting the dinner with the Sainz family and he wanted to kill something.

She'd given him a good suggestion, one that would start an all out war, though. Lando couldn't say that to her, not unless he wanted to scare her off.

So Lando took some time to think of his response. He climbed out of his car and walked into the small, family owned bakery. It was time for The Enforcer to do some enforcing.

He didn't come out of the bakery covered in blood. As soon as he had walked in all other customers had left and the Matriarch of the family had run to get Lando the money he was owed. She pleaded with him, said they needed the money to live, but Lando pocketed it and left. Not before leaving a pretty nasty 'warning' on the face of the baker, the father.

Lando climbed back into the car and pulled out his phone. He sent a response to Y/N and sat back in his seat, allowing himself to be driven home. His response was a lie. He wasn't going to attempt to put salt in Sainz's glass, not unless he wanted to die.

Before she could respond, Lando sent one more text. Come to the club tonight - i have a feeling i'm gonna need a drink

She agreed quickly, the text coming through as Lando left the car and walked up to his house. He walked quickly through the house, heading up towards the room where his father was currently laying, currently dying.

"Dad," he said as he sat in the chair beside his bed. Lando fished the money from the bakery from his pocket and presented it to his father. "Dunn's Bakery paid up," he said as his fathers frail hand reached for the money. "They shouldn't be late again."

His father counted through the money and handed it back. His lifted his hand to his mouth and coughed, his entire body moving with the force. "I have one last job for you before you take your sister to Spain," he said.

Lando sucked in his breath. He was dreading taking his sister to Spain, to marry Carlos Sainz Junior. If he was lucky, this job his father was going to give him would take weeks, would let him put off this trip to Spain.

"HC Publishing hasn't paid their rent yet," his father said. Lando nodded his head and stood up. He put the money back into his pocket and walked out of his fathers room.

***

The dinner with the Sainz family came and went. As soon they had left Lando went to his car. He sat there for a moment, looking up at the windows of his impressive house, looking at his sisters window as she closed the curtains and turned out the light.

Lando started the engine and drove away from the house. He headed towards the club, driving much faster than the speed limit. But Lando was a damned good driver, getting there in one piece.

As soon as he was parked out the back of the club, he texted Y/N to come and meet him. He made his way into the club, waving to the girl dancing and heading straight over to the bar. "Hey," he said to the bartender as she immediately poured him a whisky, never with ice. "There's gonna be a girl coming in here. If she looks lost, can you tell her to come to the back office? She knows where to go."

With that, Lando headed to his office. It was a mess, pillows from the couch on the floor and paperwork spread everyway. He put the whisky down and began clearing up the paperwork. Only some of it was meant for him, the rest for the manager to complete.

He tidied his liquor cabinet and put the cushions back into the couch. He sorted through his desk and made the office look more presentable.

Thirty minutes later the door to his office opened. "How did the salt go?"

Y/N strode into the office. She had her bag slung over her shoulder as she walked into the room and sat on the now presentable couch.

Lando stopped tidying and turned towards her. "You got here quick," he said, holding his whisky towards her. But she shook her head, frowning at just the smell. "I had to swap the glasses for clean ones," he said as he pulled open his liquor cabinet and poured her a weak gin and tonic. "My dad would have murdered me if I actually did it."

"Next time," Y/N said as she gratefully took gin from him. "Or you could put vodka in their glass instead of water," she proposed, head tipped towards him.

Lando laughed. "Do all of your plans involve putting something in someone's drink?"

"You're not ready for my other plans, Lan," she said, his tone teasing. Fuck, Lando hadn't been prepared for that. He almost choked on his whisky as she laughed at him. But the laughter stopped as she sipped her gin. "But how was it."

The smile dropped from Lando's face. He finished his whisky and placed the glass down onto his desk. "It was... okay at first. But then we got into business and then I was trying to do everything to keep my sister as protected as possible."

"Protected from what?" She asked as Lando joined her on the couch.

He shook his head. "Doesn't matter. I just want to make sure she's gonna be taken care of when she's married." She offered him her gin and he gratefully took it, having some before passing it back. "My dad is really sick," he said as soon as he swallowed the gin. "We're gonna lose him soon and I wanted to make sure she could come home for his funeral. If they don't let her I'm gonna fly where myself and get her," he said, cracking his knuckles.

Y/N took her gin from him. She stood and walked over to his liquor cabinet, putting a little more gin into her drink and handed it back to Lando. "Come on," she said. "We're getting you drunk."

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To Have A Home

Pairing: Jack Reacher x Reader

Summary: Reacher never thought the white fence dream could ever happen to him, but you proved him wrong in more ways than possible.

Reacher got out of his pickup truck, taking out a few grocery bags. He stares at the house that he built from the ground up, inhaling the fresh air.

His footsteps could be heard from a mile away, as tiny footsteps were heard at the front of the wooden porch.

"Dad!" Reacher's oldest son, Georgie, screamed as he ran fast towards him.

Reacher smiled as he knelt down, the 7 year old running towards him.

"Hey bud! Oof, you're getting strong kid. You almost knocked out your old man." Reacher replied, carrying him in his free arm.

"Really Dad? I could be just as strong as you?" Georgie asked.

"Unless you eat all of your vegetables, Georgie, you can be just as big and strong as your father." A voice replied.

Reacher looks up sees you holding your four year old son, Mason, as you wore your signature summer dress that curved perfectly around your pregnant 6 month pregnant belly and barefoot.

Jack thought you were beautiful standing there.

He carried both his son and the groceries with ease as he walked towards the porch, giving you a sweet kiss.

"Hi," He said sweetly.

"Hey," You said, smiling.

One thing about Reacher was that he kept you feeling like a school girl falling in love for the first time. He never made you doubt his love for you and would move the sun just cause you asked him to.

You two walked inside as the kids ran to the living room, playing with their toys. You and Reacher went to the kitchen to prepare for dinnerr.

You began washing the vegetables in the sink while Reacher was getting the ingredients. Soon, you felt a pair of arms around your waist as Reacher's palm covered your belly. He kissed the side of your neck as you felt his prickly beard that he was growing out.

"How was work?" He asks as you place a loving hand on his cheek.

"It was good, had some important clients to meet today for the pitch."

"That's great. I'm so proud of you." He says, kissing your cheek.

Before you two started your family, Reacher said that he wanted to be a stay-at-home dad as he truly wanted to leave his scarred past. He would have never asked you to leave your profession, and you two have lived peacefully raising your kids.

"The boys didn't make any trouble? I would have taken them to the store."

"No, they knew not to mess with Mama Bear. I think they just give you a hard time on purpose."

Reacher fake gasps as he twirls you around.

"Are you saying they favor you over me?"

"Well, I did give birth to them and now pregnant with their sister so... Yes."

Jack throws a hearty laugh as he holds you as close as he can.

"and I'll remind you every day for making me a father to these great kids. I love you, Mrs. Reacher."

"and I love you, Mr. Reacher."

You two kissed as you tip-toed to reach his lips.

"Ewwwwwwwwww." Both your sons said in unison. you two look back and chuckle as your boys look at you two.

"Come here so we can give you kisses!" You teased.

"Noooooo!!!!" They screamed, running away as Jack chased them into the house as you followed.

Soon after eating dinner, both of your boys were sleeping in both your arms as all of you were watching a movie on the couch. Jack reached for the remote and turned off the TV.

"Let's take them to bed hon-"

He stops as he sees you snoring lightly as you hold Georgie. Reacher smiles as he slowly gets up picks up Mason and Georgie and tucks them in bed. He returns for you and carries you with ease back in the master bedroom.

He lies next to you as you slowly open your eyes, realizing where you are, and smile at him.

"I thought of a name today, for the baby."

"Oh yeah? What is it?" He asks.

You scoot closer to him, placing your head by his chest as his heartbeat soothed you.

"Sky Reacher. I want her to know that she's able to reach for the sky."

Jack smiles brightly and kisses the top of your head.

"I love that name."

Jack couldn't believe it. In the past several years, all he carried along with him was the clothes on his back and a toothbrush. And now, he's lying in bed with a gorgeous, hard-working woman who mothered his children.

This is what it must feel like to have a home.

#jack reacher #jack reacher x reader #jack reacher fanfic #jack reacher fic #jack reacher x pregnant reader #alan ritchson #reacher #reacher x reader #reacher amazon

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mavrintarou · 4 months

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[Daddies in December] Suna Rintarou

Sorry, I slacked off the last couple of days. The holiday got super busy and honestly, I was going to write for Kakashi but it got toooooooo long and I felt like maybe it should be a story of its own lol. With a few days left in December, I'll try my best to share a few of my other favorite characters, of course, I couldn't leave my favorite boy out. Kept this short but sweet. Happy Christmas (wherever you are depending on the time zone)

Warning: fluff & small description of smut (can you believe I was able to keep it short)

Prequel

Every time Rin leaves the house, he has to stop by his Christmas tree and have a moment of silence with the new customized ornament Y/n put up.

They have been married for three years and have spent three years traveling and enjoying their lives as married couples. Both their careers are demanding and it is a cherished moment when they are allowed synchronized time together.

“Can’t wait to meet you,” he murmurs, tapping the ornament frame of an ultrasound picture. “I’ll see you and mommy soon.”

Getting in his sports car, a thought suddenly comes to mind, with a baby on the way, he’ll have to get a car that will be family friendly. He never thought of getting rid of his baby, but with a real baby on the way, he had never felt so excited to go to the car dealership.

But that task would have to wait as he needed to go to the airport to pick Y/n up.

It still makes Rin chuckle about how he had discovered that they were expecting.

Four months ago, they had decided they would try for a baby, to start a family after waiting for a few years. The following month, Y/n went off her birth control and they began trying to conceive.

Rin was a sucker for cumming inside Y/n. He believes he was the most excited when it came to trying to make a baby.

“Rin, enough…” Y/n whispered tiredly. “We don’t have to get pregnant on the first try…”

“I know, but just one more time,” he pressed a kiss to her shoulder, telling her the same thing two times ago. He rolled her onto her back, pushing her thighs wide. He watched his cum ooze out as he slowly stuffs his cock back into her pussy. He was going to fill her up once more.

Sure enough, it must have been that first initial try that made her pregnant right away.

Y/n was a commercial pilot with an odd schedule. Between their careers and schedules, there would be some moments where they wouldn’t see each other for almost five days.

Nonetheless, they made it work and were able to stay in contact with one another through video calls.

Each year at the beginning of December, they would decorate the Christmas trees together. Trees.

When they began dating, Rin had his tree at his place, the same with Y/n. Rin had his tree that stood 7 feet tall while Y/n had her small 5-foot tall tree. They made it their special tradition to exchange ornaments each year.

When they married, neither could agree on which tree they should keep and decided why not keep both?

Rin would decorate his tree while Y/n decorated her tree right beside each other in the designated corner of Rin’s condo. There was one year when Y/n had been upset with Rin and set her tree up on the opposite corner from their usual spot.

And the moment Y/n was off to work, Rin carried and moved her tree next to his, where it belonged.

In their two and half years of dating, he has collected two ornaments from Y/n and added three additional for their three years of marriage. This was going to be their sixth year of the tradition.

But with their conflicting schedule, Y/n was left to decorate her tree first.

Rin had been so exhausted and busy with wrapping up the season of his career that he had not gotten the opportunity to go to the store to pick out his ornament or decorate his tree. By the time he got around to it, it was the middle of December already.

He returned home with a small bag, this year he chose a brown stuffed teddy bear with a red heart on the belly. He was drawn to it and after searching for his options, he settled for that one for no particular reason. It was just calling his name.

Y/n had set up the lights and ribbons on his tree, all he had left to do was to put up the ornaments he received from her throughout the years. He glanced inside the container of each of the ornaments from throughout the years and smiled.

Y/n had told him that she put her new one up on his tree already and had to find it.

He looked all over the tree and couldn’t find the ornament that was labeled 2023 as they always marked the year on it.

Grabbing his phone, he called her.

But his call went to voicemail. He frowned, she should be at the hotel in Austria.

He searched thoroughly until something caught his eye…

Rin’s yellow eyes glowed with the Christmas lights when he found it.

It was sort of hidden further into the tree branches that he got down on one knee, being at eye level with Y/n’s 2023 ornament.

He inhales as he swallows the lump in his throat.

It all clicked in his head that she had placed at the same level as her belly.

His phone rang and he immediately picked it up when he saw Y/n’s picture on his screen.

Neither said a word and he sighed, letting out a chuckle. “Well, that’s one hell of a way of telling me we’re expecting.”

His heart relaxed when he heard her giggle, “finally, took you long enough.”

“I’m sorry, this season was crazy and I just got around to it.” He tapped on the video icon, “let me see you.”

Her face appeared on the screen and Rin felt himself falling in love once again. Had she always had this glow to her? How did he not realize she was pregnant?

“God, you’re so beautiful, I miss you like crazy.”

“Are you only saying that because it took you… sixteen days and eighteen hours and thirty-four minutes to finally discover it?” Her tone was teasing but Rin knew she was half serious. He knew she must have been frustrated that he had not seen it yet. That was his Y/n, she always found a creative way of surprising him and he loved it.

“No. You know that’s not it.” He wiped his face with his hands, still not believing the moment. He reached to touch the ornament, taking it off the branches. “I love it. It is the best one I’ve received from you.”

“Next year, we’ll have to get a baby tree.”

He nodded, with a bright smile. “Yes, we’ll need to get a tree for them.”

. . .

E/n: Some of these daddies' stories, I might branch off and write more... for sure, I think we need to know more about Rin's story hehe

>>> @queenelleee @mfreedomstuff @erintaro @callmeraider @chaotic-fangirl-blog @wolffmaiden @cloud-lyy

#haikyuu smut #haikyu x reader #haikyuu suna #suna smut #suna rintarou smut #suna x you #suna fluff #suna rintarou x y/n #suna rintarou x you #suna rintarou x reader #suna rintaro #suna drabble #suna scenarios #suna fic

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tip-top-cloud-surfer · 2 months

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Another Chick in the Nest - Rooster

Pairing: Rooster / Wife!Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

This work, all my works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only

Warnings: Mentions of Pregnancy (But Not Actually); Siblings Struggling to Share Attention; Light Angst; Light Crying; Use of "You," No "Y/N," No Set Description of Reader or OC Bradshaw! Children

Summary: You and Rooster underestimate how much your daughter Nicole is struggling with becoming an older sister.

Master List

When you found out that you were expecting your second child, you and Rooster were ecstatic. It took longer the second time around to get pregnant, and so it felt all the more special when you finally got the news. The two of you were absolutely over the moon about having a second baby.

Your daughter, on the other hand, was not.

Nicole did not take to being a big sister quickly or happily. When you brought your second daughter, Caroline, home, Nicole did not enjoy being around her. Nicole always ran off whenever Caroline would start to cry and got territorial with you and Rooster whenever you spent an extended period of time around Caroline.

You and Rooster were concerned about your elder daughter, but you assumed that it would end. There was always an adjustment period with any new addition to a family. It would pass and Nicole would grow out of it quickly once she learned that just because she had a little sister, that didn’t mean that you and Rooster were replacing her.

But it all came to a head when Rooster, who Nicole normally had wrapped around her little finger, went to console a crying Caroline while putting Nicole to bed one night.

“Where are you going?” Nicole whined, turning to her dad.

“Your sister’s crying, honey. I’ll be right back,” Rooster promised, reaching for the door.

“No!” Nicole yelled loudly, causing you and Rooster to share a shocked look. “It’s my bedtime!”

“We know that, sweetie, but your sister needs some help because—”

“—But it’s my time,” Nicole complained, starting to sniffle before bursting out into tears. “You never spend time with me anymore!”

“Honey,” Rooster called softly, absolutely torn between his now two crying daughters.

You pulled Nicole to your chest, consoling her, and motioned for Rooster to run and quickly grab Caroline. Holding your eldest daughter close to your chest, you pressed a kiss to the top of her head, rocking her back and forth.

“Sweetheart, just because you have a sister now, that doesn’t mean that we love you any less,” you told Nicole, rubbing her back slowly as she continued to sob. “Your sister just needs some more attention because she’s a baby, that’s all.”

“But—it’s—my—time—now!” Nicole demanded between gasps of air and sobs.

“I know, honey, and I’m sorry about that,” you replied softly, looking up as Rooster entered Nicole's bedroom with a still crying Caroline in his arms.

With surprising smoothness, you and Rooster traded off daughters. You took Caroline into your arms and held her against your chest as Rooster gently pulled Nicole from your side. Picking her up and resting her head against his shoulder, Rooster sat down next to you and rubbed Nicole’s back as she continued to cry, burying her face deeper into his neck.

“Nikki, honey, you know that we love you so much, right? And nothing’s ever going to change that,” Rooster told your eldest daughter.

“Then why don’t you spend any time with me anymore?” Nicole whimpered, causing Rooster to rest his head on top of her own, in a bid to try and hide his expression from her.

“Because . . .” Rooster began, trying to come up with something.

In reality, the both of you had been swamped lately. Between Caroline being born and Rooster getting a promotion at work, there had barely been any free time in your lives. Hell, even you and Rooster had talked about how your own relationship had taken a hit with the current busyness.

But the two of you signed up for another baby and Rooster’s job. Nicole didn’t.

Sharing a look, you and Rooster had a silent conversation as the two of you tried to comfort your daughters. Caroline fell asleep first and Nicole followed her after Rooster climbed into bed with her for a few minutes. Tucking both of your daughters into their separate beds, you and Rooster went back to your bedroom together.

“We need to do something for Nikki,” Rooster spoked softly, looking on the edge of tears himself.

“I didn’t realize that she was that upset about it,” you murmured, holding a hand to your head. “We need to fix this.”

“ASAP,” Rooster agreed, nodding quickly.

~~~~~

The next weekend that Rooster had off, the two of you got the girls dressed and into the car early in the morning. Caroline was already up early, but Nicole quickly fell back to sleep as soon as Rooster strapped her into her car seat. Driving across town to Maverick and Penny’s house, you and Rooster cracked the windows for Nicole and got Caroline and her bag out.

“Thank you for watching her,” Rooster told Maverick.

“Any time,” Maverick assured Rooster, taking Caroline’s carrier.

“I just fed her twenty minutes ago, so she should be fine for a few more hours,” you stated, handing over the baby bag to Penny. “There’s plenty of milk in the cooler, but you have the key to our house if you need any more.”

“We’ve got it handled,” Penny promised you and Rooster.

“Now, get on the road before the traffic gets too bad.”

“Aye, aye, Captain,” Rooster replied jokingly, mockingly saluting Maverick.

~~~~~

Nikki slowly started to wake up while Rooster was still driving to your surprise destination. She rubbed her eyes dramatically and looking around the car. And the first thing that she noticed was the fact that her little sister’s baby carrier was gone.

“Where’s Sissy?” Nicole asked, blinking with confusion.

“Oh, she’s staying with Grandpa Mav for the day,” you responded, smiling back at your daughter. “How did you sleep, baby?”

“Good,” Nicole replied softly, sitting up and looking out the window. “Where are we?”

“We’re about twenty minutes away from a surprise,” Rooster stated, glancing back at Nikki through the rearview mirror.

“A surprise?” Nicole asked. She frowned. “It’s not my birthday.”

“No, it’s not your birthday, honey,” you laughed, turning around. "But we wanted to spend some more time with you. Is that alright?"

"Yeah," Nikki replied after a moment of deliberation, causing you and Rooster to share a laugh.

~~~~~

Nicole kicked her little feet excitedly as Rooster carried her towards the entrance to the zoo. After you were scanned in, Nikki was fully emersed in the moment. Getting down from Rooster's arm, Nikki grabbed his hand and started to drag him around the place.

"Do you want to feed the giraffes?" Rooster asked, causing Nicole to grin and nod.

You stepped back to take a video of the moment as your daughter and Rooster stood by the gate. The zookeeper offered your daughter some vegetables to offer to the giraffes and Nikki was practically bouncing with excitement. Up until the actual giraffes started to try and grab the food from her, that is.

"Daddy!" Nikki screeched, clinging to Rooster like she was worried that the giraffe would pick her up. Rooster laughed and took the food from her hand to offer to the giraffes.

"They just want the food, that's all," Rooster tried to coax your daughter, but she continued to hold onto him with a death grip. You would have needed a full team to pull her off of him.

"I think that's the last time we do that," you mused, sharing a look with your husband.

"I thought it was fun."

"You're just happy that she's refusing to let go of you," you corrected him, shaking your head at your husband.

After a brief safari ride, the three of you made it to the bird section of the zoo. Nikki was mostly fascinated by the penguins and probably would have spent the whole afternoon there if you and Rooster hadn't pulled her away.

"They can't even fly," Rooster jokingly argued with your daughter, who turned to him with an offended expression.

"They can fly better than you!" Nikki snapped back.

"You just got burned by a four-year-old. You've lost your touch, Bradshaw," you teased your husband, bumping him with your hip.

"You'll pay for that later," Rooster teased Nikki, who stared up at him defiantly with her arms crossed over her chest. Turning to you, he added with a wink, "And you will too."

"Happy to, Commander," you replied with a small smirk. Turning to your daughter, you offered Nikki your hand. "Now, let's get some lunch. And then some ice cream."

~~~~~

Rooster carried Nikki out of the park as she slept against his chest while you carried her little souvenir. He placed her carefully into her car seat, buckled her in, and pressed a kiss to the top of her head before shutting the door.

You stopped to grab Caroline from Maverick and Penny before heading home. You fed Caroline and changed her diaper before putting her down for the night. Walking across the hall to Nicole’s room, you stood in the doorway and smiled as you watched Rooster gently put Nikki to bed.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he whispered to her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "We love you."

You walked over and gave her a kiss goodnight and Rooster did the same with Caroline before the two of you returned to your bedroom. You took a quick shared shower and cuddled up in bed together, before falling into a deep sleep as soon as your heads hit the pillow.

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k9iriz · 4 months

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Andrei x Reader???

[ merry christyler 🎄 😁 & I GOTCHU’ ]

𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧’-𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧

18+

𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳/𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘪 𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘴

𝘴𝘺𝘱𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘴: 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘱 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴.

warnings: 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦/𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯!, 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩!, 𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦 𝘶𝘱 (wrap it before you tap it.)

it was a sunny normal saturday, where me and andrei had plans to go to my family reunion at my mom’s house.

i didn’t like them as much, but it was a good idea to have andrei meeting my family for the first time since he was so busy with football season.

i was fixing my matching black dress, before making sure my hair was in tact, —-bad idea to wear black if it’s hot?

i seen andrei laying on our shared bad—scrolling through his phone before he took a peak, biting his lip subtly.

“are you ready now?” andrei broke the silence and focus as he didn’t take his eyes off of me the entire time.

“yes. now cmon, we’re gonna be late.” i rushes as andrei followed behind, but slowly biting his lip as he seen my body, and ass move in the skintight dress.

he was mentally going crazy on the inside, but one way or another, he was gonna get her.

“you think we got a couple more minutes to spare before we leave?” andrei stepped in front of the door, making me squeal as i hit his chest.

“no we don’t, i know exactly what you wanna do, now—-andrei!” i squealed as he picked me up, gripping my thighs into his hands as he showered me in kisses, walking me back to the couch.

“i know you do, so don’t make me wait please.” andrei complained under his breath as he laid fell back into the couch, putting me down, manspreading into his seat.

holy fuck.

“andrei, if you don’t get in the car, before we’re late!” i whined as my phone buzzed, my sister asking me “was i close by?”

“and if you cmon, we won’t be as late.” andrei looked up at me before his hands rubbed from my middle back—to my ass, caressing it, planting kisses onto my stomach.

i shuttered a bit before playfully hit him. “if you cmon, ill give you some on the way there, deal?”

he didn’t resist a bit, being the one out the door fast enough, shaking my head as i began to leave. just hyper.

a 20 minutes later, we both arrived at my familt reunion as andrei trailed behind as happy, but nervous to meet your family.

i could feel now nervous he was. “calm down love, they are nice people…”

“okay…and what happened to our thing?” andrei whispered as he kept his smile present as we walked through the party.

“not now.” i responded as i hugged my sister, her smiling as she shook andrei’s hand, feeling the love from everyone, he calmed down much more after that.

“see, i told you.” i nudged him as i smile, andrei looked down at me, knowing he was gonna bring that up later.

a hot 30 minutes later, andrei went around talking to everyone, bonded with my mom really well and they were practically bestfriends by now.

andrei tried his best to keep his composure whenever I came around—or in general. that dress and looking so good while in it? drove him to a point where he didn’t care anymore.

the sun was setting and everyone was eating and talking, as andrei found me by the bathroom, immediately yanking me up, making me yelp.

andrei didn’t say a word, taking me into the guest room, locking the door as he planted me onto the bed, towering me instantly. lord.

“you just love making me wait, huh baby?” andrei bit his lip down at me, making me look at him.

the tension rose between the two as andrei got even anxious, his sex drive was higher than ever at that moment.

“no, i—” i began to protest before andrei shook his head, before he stood between my open legs, taking his hoodie off, leaving him shirtless.

i was taken back a bit, but intrigued as he began stripping himself from his pants as well, as i just stared at the entire interaction.

oh fuck…

“take your dress off, now.” andrei slightly demanded in a eager tone, not wasting any time as i did as told, leaving me completely naked.

andrei was a experimental freak at his best, placing my legs up at chest, making my knees touch them as he lined himself up with my entrance, slowly spitting on himself, rubbing it up and down, lubricating himself and me before i felt my eyes shut so fast, my head thrown back into the pillow above me

andrei let out a satisfying moan, that only was for my ears as he began stroking me slowly at first—as he grabbed my jaw, forcing my stare back onto him.

“look at me beautiful. fuck. you made me wait for what’s mines hm?” andrei began as he kept his eye-drooling stare on me, making me drool at the sight.

“o-oh fuck.” i felt my hands grip the pillow above me, not daring to keep my eyes off of him.

“oh my god…y/n.” andrei felt you tighten around him as my tits bounced at the pace his strokes became, making me sit up, staring at the now, wet and creamy mess underneath us.

“mnm…andrei.” i whimpered as i felt his hand wrap around my throat, sliding his thumb across my lips as the sounds of his pelvis crashing into me repeatedly bounced off the walls around us.

andrei had that stare, low-hooded eyes as he leaned down, kissing my lips repeated.

“that’s it, baby. give it to me, give it all to me. give me every last fucking drop.” andrei mumbled loud enough for me to hear as my moans grew louder, gladly it was music blasting throughout the house so they couldn’t hear me getting slutted out.

“a-andrei, that’s my spot b-baby…right—-oh shit!” i moaned as his hands rested besides my head, watching every single love face i made up underneath him as my hand make contact with his chest, him pushing it away.

his thumb began massaging my clit in a circular motion, as my body shook, covering my mouth to keep from the loudest moan from releasing, as i heard myself make my mess onto him, dripping onto the floor, onto the sheets and his lower abdomen.

“mhm…such a good girl for me, baby. just like that.” andrei praised me subtly as he picked me up, wanting to feel the warmth of me again.

andrei’s strong arms rapped around my legs, hoisting me up as his hands gripped my ass, moving me up and down his dick with ease as i wrapped my arms his neck.

the energy shifted as he fucked me me in place, walking around the room as the skin clappings grew louder, making my moans, screams & whimpers cloud the room.

“you wanna make me cum baby?” andrei panted as the stickiness made gushing noises, nodding my head as i tightened around him again, catching me as my mouth slacked.

“ouuu shit! i love you so fucking much baby, fuck! fuck me just like that..” i whimpered the last part as my cries grew louder as he sped up, knowing he was chasing his own high, throwing his head back as well.

“mhm, say my name, just like that baby. fuck, shit im close.” andrei grunted.

our moans were in sync as he called out my name louder and louder, before he put me down, me landing on my knees as he moaned louder and louder, stroking himself as he grunted loudly, feeling his nut splatter all over my lips, smearing the leftovers on them, sultry.

“oh y/n…” andrei breathed out as he caught his breath, grabbing me by my throat as he sloppily kissed me, tasting himself on me before he looked down at me.

“we gotta do that more often. cmon, ill find a towel…and a change of sheets.” andrei chuckled as he carried me to the bathroom, cleaning me up with hot water.

as we changed the sheets and gathered ourselves, we walked back into the kitchen as my mom and sister were met with us, waving.

“where were you guys? it was time to eat!” my mom chuckled as my sister eyed me up and down sipping her juice, realizing my walk looked a little funny.

“im sorry ms.y/l/n. we were taking a nap, got a little tired, but we can eat now.” andrei apologized as we sat by each other, as she sat our plates in front of us, eating as andrei side-eyed me the entire time.

“thought you guys were the ones making all those noises up there, maybe not.” my mom chuckled.

“oh you were right, but it wasn’t me.” andrei mumbled as i looked over at him.

“mhm…nasties” my sister trailed off.

[ CAME IN CLUTCH FOR YALL! give me more ideas or ill riot. not reread so excuse mistakes. ]

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neteyamssyulang · 5 months

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† Scandalous Consequences †

† Chapter I †

† For this story the humans use a shot to breath pandora air †

† Based on this request †

† Pairing: Aonung aged up x Fem human reader †

† Summary: You didn’t know that one night with Aonung would change your life forever

† Warnings: One night stand, Smut 18+, P in V, Dom Aonung, Sub reader, Belly bulge, Creampie, Rude Aonung.

† Total word count: 2,263 †

† Translation(s): Translation(s): Marui -> Home, Tsne sevin tawtute.. atut oe si nga zir tsìltsan -> Shh pretty human, let me make you feel good, Nafì'u a tsìltsan 'eve su oe -> Such a good girl for me, 'upe lu keyawr hì'i 'aw -> What’s wrong little one?, Hahaw lu losk. Oe mkna efuu säfpìlh -> Sleep is overrated. I have better ideas, Oe rnua si tsal ha -> I’ll make it fit, Syulang -> Flower, Kehe, nga’lur venatal lu ou sonfey pam -> No, your moans are my favorite sound, Tewng -> Loincloth, Tawtute -> Human, Sa’nok -> Mother, Ma’Itan -> My son, Vrrtep -> Demon.

† A/N: This took so long to get out I’m sorry

It wasn't supposed to happen like this, it was one thing that now led to you being stuck with the metkayina prince, Aonung.

When Jake had called in saying they needed new coms and some amo for his guns, Norm had instructed you to come with him and Max to drop off the supplies which you happily agreed too.

It had been so long since you saw the sully's ever since they left the forest to seek uturu in the metkayina village.

The flight there took exactly 4 days as you made your way over the vast ocean towards awa'atlu, your heart beat in excitement knowing you'd be able to see your friends again.

As the helicopter landed on the beach a sea of metkayina crowded around the alien machine curious on what it is and why it's there.

Immediately spotting Jake you jumped out the helicopter and ran up to him hugging him, he chuckled at this since you barely reached past his belly button but nevertheless he was happy to see you.

You helped him carry the boxes of equipment to his marui, technically he had to carry you aswell since the bouncy walkway kept making you almost fall.

Once reaching the marui your greeted by the rest of the sullys who are eager to hug you once Jake sets you down.

The sullys were like your second family, you were always with them when they still lived in the forest, even Neytiri loved you despite her hate for humans.

As the time came for you, Max and Norm to leave a bad storm came rolling in. The weather became too bad for flying in so you three had to stay until the storm passed.

You were each given your own temporary marui and Aonung offered to start the fire for each of you so you could cook your meals and also stay warm.

When it came time for Aonung to start the fire in your marui you and him began talking, that talking soon led to him leaning in to kiss you.

"A-Aonung wha-" "Tsne sevin tawtute.. atut oe si nga zir tsìltsan.." he murmured softly finally capturing your lips with his. The kiss was soft but passionate, one of his hands moved to your hip while the other went to your cheek gently stroking it.

The metkayina carefully picked you up before getting up and walking over to the bed, slowly he got down placing you onto the soft bedding never breaking the kiss.

The size difference between you both made him feel even more arousad to where he couldn't hardly control himself, he broke the kiss only to trail wet kisses to your neck sucking and nipping at the skin.

You moaned softly turning your head to give the man more access, "Nafì'u a tsìltsan 'eve su oe" he praised.

Slight realization hits you and your using most of your strength to try and push him off, confused Aonung leans up still hovering over you "'upe lu keyawr hì'i 'aw?"

Looking away still you avoided his gaze "We can't do this.. it's wrong and we should be sleeping." You spoke quietly.

Aonung sighed moving one of his hands to your chin forcing you to look at him as he spoke "Hahaw lu losk. Oe mkna efuu säfpìlh."

His eyes locked with yours and slowly you nodded your head giving him the ok, the metkayina brought one of your hands to his lips gently kissing each individual finger before doing the same to your other hand.

Placing your hands back down he helped take off the baggy shirt you wore along with your bra, panties, and shorts so you were left bare under his lustful gaze.

Leaning back down Aonung placed a soft kiss on your lips until he trailed those kisses down your body all while keeping eye contact with you.

Aonung knows you won't be able to properly take him unless he prepares you, it's taking him so much restraint to hold back instead of pouncing on you taking it for himself.

A shiver runs down your spine as you feel his hot breath against your pussy, his long tongue runs up and down your slit slowly before two of his fingers spread your lips open.

Instantly his mouth waters at the sight and he dives in, one of his fingers prodes at your entrance till it slips inside curling against your sweet spot.

Soft moans leave your lips as your hands reached down tangling themselves in his hair, “Aonung!..” you squealed feeling your orgasm approaching rapidly.

Aonung grinned against your folds slipping yet another finger inside you “Yes pretty girl?” He purred, his thick na’vi accent making you clench around his fingers.

Before you could reach your climax he removed his fingers from your now dripping pussy bringing them to his lips sucking your juices off.

Your skin warmed as you watched him but quickly looked away as his gaze set on you, a low growl rumbled through Aonungs chest as he grabbed your chin forcing you to look at him “Keep your eyes on me beautiful.”

Obeying you kept your eyes on him watching as he now let go of you to quickly untie his tewng throwing it off to the side, shit he was massive..

The metkayina smirked seeing your eyes widen, he knew he was going to have fun ruining you for everyone else. “W-will it even fit?” You asked softly wondering if this was a good idea.

Aonung didn’t respond at first, he quickly moved between your legs positioning his hard cock at your entrance “Oe rnua si tsal ha'” he murmured now slipping his cockhead past your entrance slowly stretching you out.

The stretch burned worse than his fingers, your body felt like it was on fire. Aonung noticed tears threatening to fall from your eyes and stilled his movements leaning down to pepper loving kisses along your face, neck, and chest.

“Shh syulang it’s ok” he spoke softly giving you time to adjust to his size, once the burning sensation started going away you tapped his shoulder giving him the ok to start moving again.

Slowly he began moving pushing more of his length into you, finally he bottomed out and a prominent buldge could be seen in your stomach.

The last of Aonungs resolve crumbled, he pulled out halfway before snapping his hips into yours making a choked out moan leave your lips.

His pace was brutal not caring how fragile your small body was, one of your hands gripped onto his arm while the other covered your mouth muffling your moans.

Huffing Aonung picked up his pace, his heavy balls slapping against your ass “Kehe, nga’lur venatal lu ou sonfey pam!”

One of his hands stayed next to your head holding himself up while the other yanked the hand that was covering your mouth off. “T-they wi-will he-h-he-” “Let them hear how good I’m making you feel, I do not care” he cut you off hissing.

Your orgasm was building up fast again as well as Aonungs, but him being a “gentleman” he held back wanting you to cum first.

Using his free hand he pushed down on the bulge on your stomach making the coil inside you snap, you screamed as your orgasm washed over you, your walls clenching around his now throbbing cock.

Aonung groaned rolling his eyes back feeling you get even tighter if that’s even possible, with one last hard thrust he buried himself deep inside of you spilling his seed in your womb.

You both stayed in that position for awhile until the metkayina pulled away, his now softed cock slipping out of you with a wet pop. Reaching over he got a cloth that was tied to his tewng and proceeded to clean you up as best as he could without hurting you.

He then cleaned himself up putting his tewng back on afterwards, looking over he saw how tired and worn out you were so he helped you put your own clothes back on “You did so well tawtute..but this will never happen again.”

His voice was the last thing you heard as you drifted off to sleep.

The next morning came fast with the suns rays shining through slits in the marui, your eyes fluttered open expecting to see Aonung but he wasn’t there.

Confused you sat up looking around, you thought he would’ve stayed after what happened but apparently not. The flaps of the marui burst open with an exhausted Max walking through “Let’s go y/n, Norm is waiting for us.”

Nodding you stoood up wincing at the pain between your legs as you and Max left the marui stepping onto the bouncy walkway, the walk to the helicopter was short but felt long since you had to navigate your way past the na’vi.

The sullys were waiting for you as you finally reached it, you bid everyone goodbye before stepping inside after Max. The blades started spinning as the helicopter rose taking off back to the forest.

5 months have passed by, you got back into your normal routine just helping out the scientists, except now occasionally running to the bathroom throwing up.

That wasn’t even the worse part of this, you realized 3 months after you came back that you were pregnant. Wanting to keep it to yourself you never told anyone and if anyone ever did ask you’d just say it was food poisoning.

Eventually you grew concerned, you were carrying a half na’vi half human child in your womb but your stomach only had a small bump which you could cover easily.

Sighing you made your way out the human outpost and towards the village, eywa it was only a 10 minute walk yet you were already tired.

Upon reaching the village you walked to the healers tent stepping inside, Mo’at who was alone in there just grinding some herbs lifted her head smiling at you.

“My child, what brings you here?” She asked raising a non existent eyebrow since you did not seem to be injured, hesitantly you walked over now kneeling infront of her.

Before you can speak she smiled “Does it have something to do with the child growing inside you?”

Your eyes widened in surprise “How- how did you-” , “I am tsahik darling I always know.” Well that was true but it still shocked you.

“You must go back to the metkayina clan” she spoke standing up placing the now grounded herbs on a small desk.

Huffing in disbelief you stood up carefully “I will not, I have no reason to go back there.”

The tsahik chuckled quietly to herself “My dear” she began turning towards you “You mated with a metkayina and now are carrying his child, you must go back.”

You can’t believe your going back to awa’atlu, Mo’at had you pack all your belongings which wasn’t much then get into one of the helicopters with her following behind.

Naturally she didn’t want to ride in the alien machine but she did not have a choice, her ikran was killed in the first war and she has not bonded with another since then.

It was rare for tsahiks to venture off leaving the village but she planned everything out, her prized student would take over as acting tsahik while she was away which would only be for a few days.

The ride to awa’atlu was annoying as it was last time, you stayed quiet most of the flight there only engaging in conversation if someone wanted to speak with you.

After 4 long days the village came into sight and once again it landed in the same spot with netkayina gathering around the machine.

You stepped out first then Mo’at moving through the sea of metkayina towards the healers tent where Ronal would be and surely she was.

Mo’at gestured for you to stay outside while she went in to discuss the situation with the tsahik of the metkayina. A few moments pass before both tsahiks walk out with Ronal glaring daggers at you.

“We have decided” Mo’at spoke first, you were confused till you saw Aonung walking over with his ears pinned back against his head.

He stood next to his mother Ronal as she now spoke “You will stay here with my son as you two are now mates” “But sa’nok..” “It is decided ma’itan!” She hissed.

Mo’at gave you a soft smile along with words of encouragement as she walked away back to the helicopter, you watched as she got inside and the helicopter slowly rised till flying away.

Looking back to Aonung and Ronal you gulped quietly, Aonung was narrowing his eyes at you while his mother was yelling at him in na’vi gesturing towards you.

His gaze fell to the ground as Ronal turned to look at you “You will stay in my sons marui of course and I will come by later to check how you are doing” she said with a fake smile.

Not wanting to anger her more you simply nodded turning towards Aonung since Ronal walked back into the healers tent.

“I-” “Do not speak to me vrrtep!” He hissed at you turning around walking off leaving you alone. Aonung couldn’t believe what was happening to him, he didn’t want a mate especially not a human mate.

Groaning in frustration he made his way to a certain marui hoping to relive some of his stress before having to return to you.

#neteyamssyulang #james cameron avatar #avatar the way of water #aonung x human reader #aonung smut #scandalous consequences 💎#comments really appreciated #please like and reblog #followmypage

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queenimmadolla · 9 months

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Penny is definitely the type of toddler to ask 1000000 questions to avoid going to bed. She asks for water 10 times, ask to read another story. But Eddie and readers favourite is when she asks for a cuddle.

you're right, so i wrote something a little inspired by this!

dad!eddie munson x mom!reader

Summary: Your baby tries being cute to get out of bedtime. Neither you or Eddie fall for it. This time.

warnings: a manipulative baby being cute.

wc: 2k more of this family here

“Wook!” Penny held up the same building block she’d shown Eddie at least six times in the last hour. It was red and she was enamored with it. “Wook, dada!”

Eddie ooh’d, phony admiration all over his face, “Is that a block, baby?”

“Ya! ‘S a b’ock.” She mumbled, chin angling down towards her chest as she focused on the block in her stubby hands, eyebrows furrowing in concentration with her plump lower lip jutting out.

Once his two year old was done analyzing it, she began to bash it into the carpet repeatedly, face still set in that scowl and Eddie glanced down at his watch in order to check the time to confirm his suspicion.

Yup, 6:30. Penny’s bedtime was approaching and she was getting grumpy—she’d turn into a Gremlin if she wasn’t in bed by seven. It wasn’t a fun experience for anyone.

You seemed to have noticed the time, too, appearing from the bathroom doorway.

“Bathtime,” You called and Eddie watched Penny for her reaction. She was sat on the ground, chunky legs strewn out with her big eyes wide, a sadness to them as she paused in her abuse of the block.

You’d recently pointed out something amusing to Eddie, something that had been going on for a while but never noticed by him.

Penny was now aware of her bedtime and she did not like it. Not in the sense where she’d throw a tantrum—though she usually always started whimpering the moment he put her in her crib—she’d often try to distract her parents while they went through the motions.

Delay the inevitable, if you will.

Now, Eddie could see the wheels turning in her curly little head.

“‘Kay,” Penny finally replied, dropping the block and pressing both her hands to the carpet so she could push her bottom in the air before standing the rest of the way up.

Eddie’s lips slowly twisted into a smirk as he watched her clean up, purposely picking her toys up one by one, then over to drop into her toy box.

That’s how it went for the next five minutes.

Pick one up, waddle to the toy box, drop it, and repeat.

And the reason Eddie knew she was aware she could pick up more than one was the way she’d glance at them, side-eyeing them as she passed to toddle towards her toy box.

“Hurry, Penny.” You prompted, also watching her—though, you didn’t look as amused as Eddie. You knew she’d take forever, but the joke was on her. She’d had a bath this morning where you’d let her have some playtime with her bath toys and rubber ducky, so this bath would be strictly to get her clean and then get her out of it. Wouldn’t take longer than ten minutes.

Penny would be in bed on time whether she liked it or not.

Eddie decided to interfere, picking up the toys she’d left behind. Penny looked affronted when she’d stopped staring into her toy box—purposely wasting time—to see her daddy approaching with the rest of her careful plan in his arms.

He dumped all the toys into the toy box before scooping her up, pressing kisses to her squishy cheek as he carried her to the bathroom that you ducked into when you saw them coming.

“C’mon, stinky butt. Let’s get you clean.”

“Penny no stinky booty!”

Eddie handed her over and leaned against the door frame as you had Penny stand in front of the small tub while you pulled off her overalls and shirt.

He had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing when he noticed her trying to distract you; reaching out to play with your hair, caressing your face like you’d do to hers.

You saw right through it, fully aware her sudden affection was fake. You’d had to gently pry her hands away multiple times—she’d even gone in for a few hugs, but if you let her, she’d be stuck to you like an octopus—to get her into the water.

“Toys?” She’d asked after you’d poured water over her hair, big brown hopeful eyes framed with long, wet lashes.

“No toys this time, Penny. In the morning, okay?”

She didn’t respond as you began washing her hair and to untrained eyes, she’d look sad. Eddie was catching on though, you were very right.

Penny wasn’t sad. She was plotting her next step.

After she’d been scrubbed clean, towel dried and wrapped in it, you’d handed her to Eddie so you could drain the bath water.

Penny curled into him while he carried her to the room, wet little head nuzzling into the crook of his neck as her wrinkly finger trailed lazily over his collarbone.

Eddie loved it when she was cuddly, he was obsessed with it. She’d long since left her newborn days behind, even her baby habits were starting to go and since she’d started walking, she didn't need him to carry her around all the time so he soaked in these moments where she’d just let him coddle her, comfort her.

He nosed along her hairline, pressing kiss after kiss there as he inhaled the scent of her baby shampoo.

“You tired, baby?” He hummed, swaying with her in his arms.

“Nooo…” Eddie could hear the pout and chuckled.

“You don’t wanna go night-night?”

“Noooo….” Penny mumbled again, this time sounding so much more sad.

Their ‘bonding’ was interrupted when you entered the room, pulling Penny right out of his arms as you cackled and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

“You almost got him, a very nice try.” You congratulated her as you carried her over to the bed.

Eddie stuttered, blinking rapidly before his gaze locked onto his sweet little baby’s face. She was pouting as you put a fresh diaper on her and changed her into her jammies, letting out little whines and Eddie realized she hadn’t even wanted to cuddle with him—she’d just been using him to delay bedtime again. Was nothing sacred to her?

“So, that’s all I am to you?” Eddie scoffed, grin wide despite her manipulation.

Penny just looked up at him with her pretty eyes, “Pen has wahwah?”

Water, you corrected at the same time Eddie said no before running to fetch his spawn a sippy cup of water. When he returned, you were curled up on the bed with Penny in your arms. She’d cuddle with you while Eddie read her a bedtime story and then you’d put her down in her crib for the night.

Despite her reluctance, Penny had picked out a bedtime story at your prompting, and Eddie tried to keep his scream internal when he saw the cover of Goodnight Moon in her pudgy little grasp.

Penny had accumulated a large selection of books from friends and family, and Eddie often read The Hobbit to her before her day naps since it put her to sleep—so she was exposed to books with more sustenance, but his daughter insisted on reading about saying goodnight to everything every single night.

Eddie didn’t even need the damn book, he had it memorized but Penny also insisted on seeing the pictures.

“Oh, yay, baby. You picked out Daddy’s favorite again.” And he’d lie to her about loving her selection every single night too.

She’d held the book out to him with one hand and eagerly reached for the sippy cup with the other, and once Eddie gave it to her, quickly guzzled down the water within it—which made you cringe. You’d have to check her in a couple of hours, there was no way she’d make it through the night with a dry diaper.

“Alright,” Eddie began as he settled into his spot, wrapping an arm around you as you nuzzled into him and placed Penny on his chest. Penny—continuing to sip from her cup, slapped Eddie’s chest like he was the one to blame for being shifted around, “tonight we have a special request. Goodnight Moon, for the 419th time…”

Despite his annoyance with the book in question, Eddie approached the storytelling with the same amount of gusto he brought to Hellfire, though his tone was a gentle one.

The raspiness of his voice and the rumbling of his chest had Penny’s eyes drooping, curly head nuzzling against him. Even you had to pry your eyelids open.

In the short amount of time it took him to finish reading the book, Penny had begun fighting sleep, dropping her sippy cup, which you were quick to catch.

Eddie seized the moment, gathering Penny in his arms and rising from the bed with you right behind him.

Her crib—she was still too small for a bed—was at the end of the room, and you pulled her blanket out while he placed Penny in it.

She began whimpering, lower lip jutting out in a frown as moisture began to gather at her lash line. She may have been tired but she still didn’t want to go to sleep.

“Mama…” She mumbled, her little voice wavering.

“It’s okay, Penny.” You cooed, leaning down into the crib to press a kiss to her forehead. “You’re gonna go to sleep and when you wake up in the morning, you can play with all of your toys.”

“Dada?” Her normally big eyes were squinty with exhaustion as they found Eddie’s.

“I’ll play with you, too, baby. We can build whatever you want.” He reached down to tenderly stroke a hand over her curls and Penny nuzzled her head into his hand as you tucked her blanket over her.

Then you made sure her nightlight and baby monitor (already playing a low lullaby for her) were on while Eddie lingered in the doorway, waiting for you.

“I love you, Penny.” He called out and he could see her shift in her crib.

“Luh you,” and then as you passed her crib, “mama, luh you.”

It made you want to pick her right up and carry her out to the living room with you but you stayed strong and joined Eddie.

“I love you, too, baby. Goodnight.”

“Nanight.” She whined out, but she was finally succumbing to her fate.

You slipped out of the room with Eddie closing the door behind him before the both of you collapsed onto the couch. You loved your little girl, but keeping up with her all day had you exhausted.

Eddie pulled you onto his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he mused, “I can’t believe its barely like seven, and I’m ready for night-night.”

“You and me, both.” You agreed around a yawn as you held the monitor up so the two of you could listen.

Penny’s lullaby definitely wasn’t helping the two of you stay awake, but you were listening for the rustling. While she was tired, you hadn’t expected Penny to fall asleep the minute Eddie had closed the door. She was still awake and winding down as she waited for the sandman.

“How does she always make me feel so guilty?” Eddie asked, still thinking about his baby’s big sad eyes.

“Because you’re a sucker,” you answered and Eddie scoffed, chest shaking with a chuckle, “She’s got you wrapped around her little fingers, just remember what she’s like when she stays up past her bedtime.”

You both shuddered at memories of your normally sweet baby acting like some unhinged little gremlin, purposely misbehaving and wreaking havoc—all because she’d managed to manipulate you with that cute little face into letting her stay up.

Gremlin Penny liked to throw anything she got her hands on, scream, claw, throw tantrums and do exactly what you told her not to.

It was normally Eddie who got strict with her then, and the guilt he felt at putting her to bed was nothing compared to the guilt he felt after having to punish her or put her in a time out as a result of his actions and keeping her up past her bedtime.

“I can live with this,” He decided after his brain was supplied with a montage of Gremlin Penny moments.

Later, when the two of you were getting ready for bed, he peered into the crib to see Penny fast asleep, her chunky hands up near her head and tangled in her curls. She looked sweet and entirely at peace, eyelids fluttering with her innocent dreams.

Yeah, he could live with it.

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storydays · 4 months

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Hi!! I was wondering if you could write this scenario with John dory and pop/rock troll reader?

I've had this one scenario playing in my head for days! Poppy and the other rulers, wanting a day of celebrating each other's music, made a contest where a troll/Bergen/(whatever Vaneer and velvet are?) can come and sings for a crowd and the rulers as the judges decided who win. Brozone (mostly John) decided to participate for fun. After brozones song, John and the others join the crowd to watch the next singer, which is the pop/rock troll. John knows her from his adventuring days, she’s the one who got away, aka his true love. (idk why we might've left, maybe they were separated somehow)

John is immediately dumbfounded - because she's right there! After all these years! His brothers, not knowing their past, immediately start making fun of him for liking her as she began to sing on stage. Immediately, even alone, she's seems to wow the crowd even more than any of the previous songs.

As soon as she's done, John rushes back behindstage to meet her, his brothers + Poppy and Viva, all rushing after him. Reader greets John so happily, all the others are kinda… shocked? Even more so if reader decides to kiss John in greeting.

OOH I abosolutely LOVE the cliche sceanrios!!!!!!! LET"S DO IT!!!!!!!!!!!!

John Dory X Fem! Pop Star! True Love! Reader

Small World

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John Dory was ecstatic!

For a Hatchday surprise, his siblings' signed BroZone up for Trollstopia's 3rd Annual Cultural Fair. Anyone and everyone could sign up to perform in the talent show, but everything else was a totally free for all: The games, the different events, even the food(honestly, John Dory had no idea how Pop Trolls survive strictly on sweets, there was such a thing as too much sweets.) BroZone and the two Queens laughed and enjoyed each other as they tried different foods...although, John wasn't amused at the Rock Trolls' tiny replica of volcanic dumplings...wayy too hot.

Unfortunately the band couldn't decide on a song as usual, so they each picked a song from the year 2012, and decided to do a medley.

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The siblings' cheered and clapped themselves on their back as they walked off stage from the cheering crowd when John Dory heard her.

Not his sunshine.

Pausing from where he was walking, the teal haired Troll turned around sharply as he watched a Troll wearing a midnight blue sundress dance around on stage, he could even see a yellow sunflower tucked behind her left ear.

"Come on, baby, let me see your face." He pleaded softly, staring intensely, not noticing his siblings', and the magenta eyed Trolls then walked over to where John was still frozen watching the performer dance.

"Oooh, JD's got a crush on (Y/N)!" Poppy teased, the other Trolls snickering, as they then started to make teasing remarks.

"When's the wedding?" Clay cackled as the others' made varying kissy faces and lewd gestures.

"It can't be her....it's not possible." John muttered softly, making the others' stop and closely watch him. "John?" Branch asked softly, as the Troll on stage then turned in their dance routine, bangs blowing in the wind, and slowly made eye contact with John Dory.

Blue eyes met (e/c).

You tripped slightly during your performance but quickly shook your head and smiled brighter before continuing your routine with a flourish.

YOU were there alive! But...you looked so sad even while performing.

As soon as you were off to the other side of the stage, you rushed to look for him as he for you, as he ignored his family's protest.

You rounded the corner, and stopped seeing him down the hall, and panted heavily as you both caught your breath.

After a moment of quite breathing, and wide eyed stares, you both observed the other. John looked so tired, and was sporting a new look, his hair shorter and he was wearing that brown coat you'd got him for a Christmas present one year, and there were more stress lines then last time you saw him.

John eyed the heavy bags under your eyes, and saw the sad gleam in your eyes. You didn't have that last time. You still wore the flower behind your left ear...that was one of the Valentine's present he gave you one year...it was a crystallized sunflower that you could wear forever without fear of it dying.

The world faded to the two of you as you took in the other's presence.

"Hey, sunshine."

Sobbing to yourself, you rushed into his waiting arms, kissing him as if you'd never kissed before, holding him as if he might fade away again.

"I've got you, and I'm never letting go again." He murmured softly, holding you tightly, rubbing soothing circles on your back, as he sobbed/laughed a

You both sat on the floor, holding each other tight and whispering sweet promises to each other.

John's family stood speechless, with a varitey of emotions on their faces, and they went to ask what the hell was going on, when Floyd stopped them, wiping a tear away. "Wait, guys..Clearly, they've been waiting for a long time. Let's give them a moment."

It really was a small world.

P2 or headcanons or both next? Hope I did you justice!

@vacayisland

#brozone x reader #dreamworks trolls #trolls band together #branch #clay trolls #trolls 3 #broppy #bruce trolls #floyd trolls #john dory trolls #john dory x reader #brozone #storydays

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yaoyaobae · 1 year

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Hello everyone! Thank you so much for following me, its my first time sharing about my twst ocs so I’ll give it a shot ✊

Warning: Hallucinations 🙇‍♀️

Alison Wondre

School: Royal Sword Academy

Favourite food: Cookies

Pastime: Reading children’s books, Daydreaming

Family: Mother, Father, Older sister

Role: Head of Alice/Wonderland dorm

Alison is a second year student at RSA and dorm head. Unlike Riddle who upholds rules, Alison is the polar opposite of him in every way.

Alison adopts a carefree and playful attitude, he enjoys teasing uptight people until they blow (like Riddle).

He tends to mention strange things like how he saw some singing flowers the other day or his craving to take a bite out of a bread-and-butter-fly. From the way he dresses to his wild, childish imagination its no surprise that many students believe he’s gone mad. But it is agreeably fitting for someone who is head of the Alice/Wonderland dorm.

Backstory:

Alison has an older sister whom he adores greatly and spends most of his time with. When he was a young boy, he didn’t listen to his sister’s heeding to not stray off from the path and ended up falling into a deep hole in a forest. He slowly started hallucinating monsters and cried himself to sleep, wishing he had listened to his sister. Thankfully, the authorities found him a few days later and he was sent to a hospital.

However, it was clear that Alison became an entirely different person after the incident. He began telling his sister stories about funny creatures he had met during his “adventure” which was rather worrying to her. While Alison was in the hospital for a few months,he picked up several children’s picture books which he still brings around with him in school till this day. As he grew older his imagination became wilder as he forgets the fine line between reality and his “wonderland”. He takes afternoon naps to “meet his friends”. Its a given rule to never wake him up.

Of course despite his eccentric character, Alison is still a caring and reliable leader when he needs to be(just that he conveys it in his own ways). He will not hesitate to listen to a fellow dorm mate’s worries and give vague advice, hoping they can figure out the riddle. He encourages them to “stay curiouser and curiouser” as life becomes a little more colourful that way when you experience new things. When it comes to thinking out of the box, no one can beat Alison to it.

Relationships

Riddle

Alison finds joy in teasing serious individuals, namely Riddle, until they throw a tantrum. He doesn’t mind getting the magic collar so as long as he can poke fun at the red haired queen. In serious situation, Alison would cooperate with Riddle and provide creative solutions.

If both of them share a similarity, it would be the fear of being held back and stuck in a dark place alone. Like Riddle who grew up having to follow his mother’s rules and forbidden to see his friends, Alison can somewhat share the same pain as he is still afraid of not waking up and/or seeing his sister again because of his ignorance in the past.

Chenya

Alison is generally carefree around others, but when it comes to this cunning cheshire cat he will not waste a single second to curse him. Many students find it strange how two eccentrics from the same dorm can never get along. Alison finds Chenya a nuisance who disrupts his afternoon naps, often pestering him. In addition, Chenya always gives Alison close-to-useless advice even when the latter didn’t ask for any. Guess its like a taste of his own medicine 😂

While the two do not get along, they are always seen together in school bickering nonsense. Sometimes Chenya would purposely wake Alison up from his nap to share about the strawberry tart he stole from his two childhood friends, the sleepy blonde would just doze off back to dreamland while nodding his head.

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Well, I think that is all I can share about Alison! I hope you will like him too, thank you to those who have loved him since the beginning!! Talking about my children is fun ☺️

Until next time!

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kdogreads · 1 year

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Perfect to us

Dad!Husband!Daryl x Reader fluffy smut

Summary: Daryl and his wife, y/n, enjoy a quiet evening with with their little family before spending some nice time alone.

Word count: 2181

Warnings: praise!kink, smut (18+ only), all of the pet names, oral (fem-receiving), unprotected sex (don’t be like them), please let me know anything else

A/N: Another addition to the Dad!Daryl series. Very fluffy to start, with some steamy smut closing it out. Oof, I just love Daryl and as a dad 😮‍💨

Read the first part here

Enjoy and thank you for reading!

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You were enjoying a warm evening around a bonfire with your neighbors when y/b/n started to fuss.

“Wha’s wrong, Ass Kicker?” Daryl asked, eliciting a few laughs from the friends around you.

“How many times do I have to tell you that is not her name, Daryl,” You teased back at him. He grinned and planted a kiss onto your forehead before turning his attention back to your baby who was already being distracted by one of the other kids.

She had grown more and more tired as she played with the older kids who loved helping her crawl and try to walk, or giving her little pieces of chocolate bar to gum on when you weren’t looking. Daryl would put his finger to his mouth, signaling them to stay quiet, but nodding and motioning for them to break her off a small piece. You always pretended not to notice, but you’d smile at Daryl from your perch on his lap while the children giggled behind you.

Your head was tucked into Daryl’s shoulder while he rubbed small circles into your back with one hand and lazily held both your hands in your lap with the other. A cool breeze danced around your skin and he pulled you closer into him.

One of your neighbors was playing a worn guitar and singing old country western songs. Carol stood up at the end of a song everyone was singing along to, except for Daryl, of course, and said goodnight to your friends. She crouched next to y/b/n and planted a kiss on top of her head before walking over to you and Daryl, placing a hand on your shoulder to say goodnight to the both of you.

Y/b/n crawled her way back over to the two of you and let out a small cry. You uncurled yourself from Daryl’s lap and bent down to pick her up.

“Someone’s ready for bed, hm?” You cooed as you wrapped her up in your arms, her eyes already fluttering just from the comfort of your touch.

You took a step away from the group before Daryl put a hand softly on your arm.

“Stay,” He started softly, lifting the sleepy baby from your arms, “I’ll put her to bed.”

You smiled and planted a soft kiss on her temple and gave your husband’s strong bicep a squeeze. He said a few quiet ‘good nights’ before waving the tired baby’s hand at the small group. A smile grew on everyone’s faces while a few let out a chuckle or wished her sweet dreams.

You sat back down in the camping chair you’d just been sharing with Daryl and enjoyed a few more songs. Some you knew and some you didn’t, but no one minded whether it was a familiar tune or not, you all just enjoyed the music and the company.

After a few more minutes, the group began whittling down to just a few and you decided to head back to the small house you shared with your family.

You turned the doorknob expecting to see Daryl in the kitchen pouring you some drinks or on the couch making arrows, but he wasn’t downstairs.

You lugged your way up the staircase, tiredness beginning to weigh down your limbs, and peaked your head into your shared bedroom, but he wasn’t there either.

Finally you made it to the next door, the nursery, and carefully opened it up. There you finally found Daryl, head hanging down in front of him while he held your baby in the rocking chair, both fast asleep.

You stood in the doorway for a moment, taking in the precious view in front of you. Your whole world right there in that old rocking chair, shoulders slowly lifting and falling in harmony, looking more peaceful than you’d seen anyone look in years.

Finally you took a few steps into the room and placed your hand gently on your husband’s shoulder.

“Hey,” You whispered quietly, causing him to startle slightly, but relax again once he remembered the precious cargo he held in his strong arms.

He put his large hand over yours and slowly stood up to place her into her crib. The two of you stood in the doorway again for a moment, together this time, and watched her sleep. Daryl snaked an arm around your waist and pulled you to his chest, savoring every second of this rare, sweet moment with his girls.

After just another moment, the two of you made your way back to your bedroom and stripped off your clothes before climbing into bed. The Georgia heat was no joke in the summer, even at night, so you slept with windows cracked open for a breeze and usually with no more than your underwear on.

“C’mere,” Daryl whispered to you while you slid over to him, wrapping your arms around his broad chest while he pulled you closer into him.

You let out a content sigh and settled further into your comfortable position, both of you happy to be wrapped up in one another.

“I never thought I’d be any good at it, ya know,” Daryl began, “Still don’t.”

“Good at what?” You asked, your voice full of worry while you looked up at him with furled eyebrows.

“All this. Bein’ a dad, husband. Just don’t wanna let you down,” He answered in a quiet, small tone.

“Baby,” You began, shifting your body to be face-to-face with your husband and cupping a hand around either side of his sun-worn face, “You are perfect to me. A pain in my ass most of the time, but perfect.”

He let out a chuckle and danced his fingers up and down your bare sides.

“You are the best daddy to y/b/n that she could possibly have. Hell, you might be the best dad left in the whole damn world, Daryl,” You cooed to him before planting a strong kiss onto his lips.

“Stop,” The word escaped his lips between kisses, “Don’t give me a big head, now.”

You laughed into his lips and pulled away again slightly.

“There’s no one else in the world who could take care of us the way you do. Please don’t think any less, honey. You are perfect to us,” You desperately reassured him, your heart breaking inside to think he doesn’t know how good of a man he is.

“You girls are all that matters, hm,” He hummed into your lips, “I’ll never need nothin’ else.”

Your kisses grew hungrier and hungrier as your mind wandered, trying hard to remember the last time you had an intimate moment alone with no baby, no walkers, no neighbors. Just the two of you.

Daryl’s grip on your sides became stronger before he slid one hand down to your round bottom and flipped you over to your back, his lips never leaving yours.

You drew your hands to his hair and pulled it out of his face so you could see his eyes as he traveled down your body leaving kisses on all of your favorite spots.

“Dar,” You sighed as he paused on your hardened nipples. Kissing around them gently before taking one into his mouth, tongue swirling around while his hand kneaded into the other.

“Let me take care of you, sweetheart,” He whispered into your stomach, sending shivers up your spine.

You let out a sharp breath as his lips met the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Daryl’s strong hands slid down your body once more to slowly spread your legs apart, leaving him access to your glistening folds.

All you could do was bite your pillow to keep from crying out as he ran a finger up and down your core, drawing the slickness around with each swipe.

“My good girl,” He hummed into you, his warm breath dancing over your aching entrance, causing you to squirm under his grasp, “So ready for me, hm?”

Daryl dove into your folds before you could react, sliding a finger into you and his tongue circling around your throbbing clit.

You held back your moans of pleasure as best as you could, knowing a noise too loud would ruin this time together.

Daryl ran a hand up to your breast and played with it while looking up at you from your aching core. Your hands tangled into his long hair as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, lips forming a small “o” around your sensitive bud.

It was only another moment when you felt the spring inside you winding itself up, ready to burst. Daryl felt your breath hitch and picked up his pace, intending to make you explode with pleasure.

“Dar- baby, I- I’m-“ You sputtered out, trying your hardest to hold on to the intense pressure he was causing to build up in your stomach.

“Let go,” Daryl breathed onto your clit, “Cum for me, sweetheart.”

His words caused the coil inside you to snap, your senses filling with the white hotness of an orgasm. Your eyes strained shut and your hips ground harshly into his mouth, dragging out the waves of pleasure as long as you could.

Daryl rode you through your high, pumping his fingers in and out of you, tongue swirling around the slickness that slid out of your entrance around him. He kept the pace until your legs relaxed beside him and your walls stopped clenching around his calloused fingers.

He worked his way back up your body, retracing all the kisses he’d left before while you fluttered back down to earth, body still reeling from the intense pleasure you just felt.

His lips met yours again and kissed you with the same eagerness as before.

“Please, Daryl, take me,” You whispered into his lips, “Take me now.”

“My sweet girl,” He praised as he lined his throbbing tip up with your entrance, “Anythin’ you want.”

He slid his hard cock slowly into you, taking his time to fill up your aching walls. You gasped as his thighs finally met yours.

He began slowly at first, carefully sliding all but his tip out of you before plunging back into your dripping folds. His hands planted firmly on either side of your head, allowing him to take in the view of your lust-ridden face.

His pace picked up as you breathed out his name once, twice; fingers twisted into his hair so you could pull his lips to yours.

“So beautiful like this, y/n,” He hummed into your neck, planting kisses all along your salty skin, “All laid out under me like that, pretty girl.”

Your moan caught in your throat as you felt the pressure building again, pushing you further towards another orgasm. Daryl’s pace wavered for the first time before picking back up, faster than before.

“Ya feel so good, sweet girl,” Daryl’s rough voice filled your ears as the spring in your stomach wound impossibly tighter.

“Cum for me, baby,” You whined into his ear as you began giving in to the pressure, “Please.”

Moans escaped both of your lips as your walls clenched down on him. Your body rocked as the hotness of another orgasm overtook you. You gasped as Daryl quickly pulled out of your spasming walls and warm ribbons of his seed landed on your stomach.

His lips crashed into yours to dull the sounds coming from your throats as you both rode out the final waves of pleasure together.

He slid down beside you and planted another soft kiss on your lips.

“What, don’t want another little one to chase around?” You teased him breathlessly, chest still heaving from your high.

“Hell no, crazy woman,” He shook his head, lips curling into a small smile.

“God, I love you, Dar,” You sighed, a silly grin still on your face.

“I love you, sweetheart,” Daryl breathed into your ear before sliding out of bed to grab a towel.

He quickly cleaned himself up before walking over to your side and wiping the sticky liquid off your skin. He was just about to climb back into bed where you’d slid over to make room for him when a loud wail escaped from the room next door.

Daryl let out a low growl as his head fell onto your chest. You laughed lightly as he brought his eyes back up to yours.

“I’ll get ‘er,” He sighed as he stood up and slid his boxers back on. You smiled sleepily at him.

“Girl whines almost as much as her mama,” Daryl teased, a smirk on his face as he stepped towards the door.

“Screw you, Dixon,” You spat back playfully, sliding the thin blanket over your tired body while shaking your head.

“Right back at ya, Mrs. Dixon,” Daryl smiled at you again before stepping into the hallway towards your baby girl, ready to soothe her as long as she needed.

You rolled over to your spot in the bed and let your heavy eyes fall shut, contentedly sighing as you drifted into a calm sleep.

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dancingdonatello · 3 months

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Hiya can I get a one-shot of 2018 f!turtles separately finding out they have a daughter with their crush? Like how would they react? Like the girl comes to the present time and they look like their respective dads and also have a hidden similarity to their "mother figure". (I hope I'm using the right gn term for it, if not I apologize I'm unfamiliar with the terms.)

Thank you

rottmnt x gn reader

When Casey introduced the new turtle to Raph and his brothers, Raph didn’t really have an opinion. That was up until Casey revealed that it was his daughter. When he asked who was their other parent or did he raise them with anyone, Casey just smiled awkwardly.

Maybe Raph didn’t know them yet.

His daughter swayed back and forth nervously, asking Casey if she really wasn’t allowed to say who in fear of breaking time rules or whatever. And that’s when it clicked for Raph.

His crush, who he may or may not have been keeping away from his family so that he could spend the most time with them, did that too. Whenever they were nervous, they swayed.

It had been a week and Leo had finally decided to believe that this young turtle was his daughter in the future. She shared a lot of traits with him, not just the red stripes along his eyes. She had a good sense of humor (it had his brothers groaning), she liked comics, she liked basketball, she cracked her knuckles like he did, and she even knew some spanish.

There was one thing different though. She had a totally different laugh them him. But it sounded so familiar to him that it always caught him off guard. He listened to his family’s laughter, wondering if she picked it up from one of them. But no, it didn’t sound similar enough.

It wasn’t until he was horribly flirting with you and that you ended up laughing at one of his fails when he realized that his daughter’s laugh matched yours. Perfectly matched. He didn’t know what relieved him more, that he kept you laughing in the future or that you were able to put up with him long enough to raise a kid with him.

Donnie didn’t really think he ever wanted to be a father. But when a turtle younger with a soft shell and matching goggles (which he was later told was actually his that she took in the future), he inferred that for some reason he had changed his mind. But he couldn’t figure out what could’ve been enough to convince him.

Mikey demanded a family photo upon seeing the cute turtle. He gathered up everyone, including you and Casey and Draxum.

When Donnie looked at the photo, he noticed both you and his daughter were shyly covering their smiles with a hand in the photo.

That ended up being the first bullet point in his new journal as he began to observe both your traits and his daughter traits. When he reached about 50 shared mannerisms, he finally allowed himself to believe that he had a chance with you. Or at least, future him did.

“You guys didn’t tell me you had a sister!” you complained, rocking on the balls of your feet as you observed this new turtle. She was even shorter than you and Mikey.

She nervously stepped back and mirrored you, rocking on her feet as well.

Mikey blinked and looked back and forth between you two, the cogs and wheels in his brain slowly turning.

And then you both sneezed the same way. And then you both smiled the same way. And then—

Mikey could barely contain himself. He launched over to you and grabbed you, hugging you so tightly you wheezed for air.

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multifariousqueer · 11 months

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Don’t be late pt.2

GO READ PT.1 IF YOU HAVENT

A/n: Ahhhh I hope y’all enjoy this as much as I did. Lmk if I should write something else. As always, keep requesting

Warnings: none, miles being nervous, spoilers ig, your dad being a dad

So what was his marvelous plan? He was just gonna swing by his house, web his jacket and shorts, and swing over as fast as he could; the issue with this plan? He would’ve been 3 minutes late and he couldn’t take that. He could text you but your words rang through his head like a bell:

“don’t. be. late."

It was the one thing you asked of him and he couldn’t even do that. Reveal his identity? He didn’t even tell his own parents, let alone yours; forget it. Maybe just go to your window, web the clothes, change on the fire escape, swing down and ring your doorbell? That seemed like the best plan in the moment. So, Miles carried out the act; he was whimsical, quick and still managed to make it the only issue? He was a minute late.

“Where is he?” you mumbled to yourself

Suddenly, you heard a knock at the door and your parents voice:

“Hello, young man. How can I help you?” your parent asked

“Uhm, I am here for, Y/n. We’re dating and I was supposed to meet you” Miles said, nervously.

“Why did I add in the dating part?” Miles questioned in his head

“Oh! Well, hi; I’m Y/n’s mom. Don’t mind (y/d/n dads name), can be a bit mean” your mom answered

“It’s okay. It’s nice to meet you both. I’m Miles” Miles said, his voice still trembling

“Well nice to meet you, Miles! Y/n has told us so much about you, you’re all she talks about” Your mom said

“Mom!” you said

“Hey, Miles. You can set your jacket down in the closet” you said

“Okay” he obliged

Miles began to take off his shoes out of habit when your dad jumped in:

“woah dude, what are you doing?"

“Oh! It’s customary to remove your shoes in my house. It shows you have respect for someones house by not tracking dirt in” Miles informed

“oh. well don’t get too comfortable here, we don’t do that.” Your dad said, sternly

“Yes sir. I’m sorry.” Miles said, feeling embarrassed

“Y/d/n! Don’t be so mean to the boy.” your mom scolded

“He’s the one taking off his shoes and shit.” your dad said.

“Dad!” you started

“It’s okay, y/n. I mean it.” Miles reassured

The rest of the meal and day went well. Miles gave your mom the flowers, he reintroduced himself to your dad and gained a bit of his respect, and he managed to make them both laugh. You thought the meal couldn’t get any better until your dad brought out your favorite game:

“Let’s play Uno"

“Oh yay! I love uno but someone always beats me at it” your mom said looking at you

“Well what can I say? I’m the champ” you said, proudly

“Miles, are you good at Uno?” your dad asked, patting him on the neck

“yeah I’m pretty okay at it. Y/n always beats me tho” he replied with a smirk

“Hey maybe we can team up on her” your dad laughed

“Hey! No fair!” you laughed

“you know we’re kidding, y/n” your mom said before gesturing to Miles and your dad to team up

The cards were dealt and before you knew it, you had been down to your last two cards. Just when you thought you were about to sweep and win again, Miles puts down a +4 which you prepared for but what you weren’t expecting was for your mom and dad to put one down going back to miles who whispered an “I’m sorry” to you and put down another +4.

Your heart dropped in horror; you know were forced to pick up 20 cards. You stared in disbelief while Miles smirked and your parents picked up the cards and slid them over to you. You slammed your hand on the cards and slowly dragged them over to you.

“Hijo de puta” you cursed under your breath

“Hey don’t curse because you got +20’d” Miles laughed with a smug smile

As your entire family was laughing at you, Miles froze. You knew this look all too well because this was the look he gets when his senses go off. You looked in his eyes and followed his gaze to a man in a full black attire with spots, staring at you. Your breath hitched and your family took notice

“Is everything alright, y/n?"

“Mhm” you said, your mouth becoming dry

“I have to go. I am so sorry, something came up with my parents” Miles said

“Oh okay! It was nice having you, feel free to come by anytime” Your mom said as Miles rushed outside, stripping on the way

“What was his deal?” your dad asked

“His parents needed him for something” you lied

“They couldn’t wait until I showed him my rare coin collection?” your dad chuckled

All you could do was laugh and smile at your dad.

“Oh look! It’s spider-man!” your mom exclaimed

You snapped your head in that direction, earning a crack from your neck and you saw Miles getting rocked while the man in black escaped into a portal. You texted Miles:

You: Is everything alright?

Miles: notreally

You: Can I help?

Miles: nosorry

Miles: I’m gonna be gone for a while. This guy is bigger than I thought. In case I don’t come back, Mami; I had a great time and I love you

You: Miles don’t say that you’re gonna come back

You: You always do

You: Miles?

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magicalqueennightmare · 3 months

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Closer

(Eventual) Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

Elijah brings a doctor to you and once you're cleared uses his blood to heal you. Both of you are coming closer to the realization that there is something forming between you.

You heard the door of your apartment opened and knew it was Elijah even before he called your name lightly. You sat up slowly in the bed, smoothing a hand over your hair as your eyes met his. An older looking man walked in behind him looking curiously at you “This our patient?” The man asked and Elijah nodded “Give me moment to give her some assistance out of the bed then you can do a quick examination”

The doctor motioned to the door “I'll step out. Just let me know when she's ready” the moment the door closed Elijah let a small smile slip onto his face “May I help you?” You nodded slowly “I need to brush my hair at least. I can only imagine just how bad I look right now”

He was to your side in a heartbeat. Even after being a hunter for as long as you had been and for being Rebekah's friend this long vampire speed still threw you off at times. He held out the hairbrush from your nightstand. “Believe me regardless of bruises you are beautiful” you could feel your cheeks warm from his words as you dropped your gaze and the realization that you couldn't lift your arms high enough to brush your hair only made them warm worse.

“I can't brush my hair” you whispered slowly, meeting his eyes again. He laid the brush down then said “Let me help you to your feet then we'll take care of that next” you moved the blanket off your legs and reached for his outstretched arm “This is embarrassing. I haven't been hurt like this in years”

He braced your body as you slowly stood then caught your eyes “You have nothing to be embarrassed of” you smiled and whispered a thank you. He nodded then gently turned your body so your back was to him. You heard him pick up the brush a half second before he gently began working it through your hair.

In no time your hair was untangled and laying around your shoulders. When you shot him a questioning look he smiled “Rebekah has always had long hair, even as a child” the thought of Elijah doing Rebekah's hair made your heart do a flip. After a moment he nodded to the door “I'll retrieve the doctor. Once I'm sure you have no internal damage I ask you let me help you heal your injuries”

You knew what he was asking. Vampiric blood held regenerative properties. Meaning it'd heal you within minutes. You hadn't wanted that, as stubborn as if sounded this was very much a human problem, one you needed to deal with on your own. “I don't want to take anything else from your family Elijah. I refuse to be a burden on anyone” he shook his head “Foolishness. You could never be a burden. Now do you want me in here while the doctor examines you?”

Did you want Elijah seeing you nearly bare? The thought made your heart race like a pack of rogue werewolves was on your ass. However you didn't know this doctor and the thought of being alone around someone you didn't know especially while you were hurt? You would take Elijah any day. “Please stay”

He smiled “Of course”

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“I need to see” the doctor who'd introduced himself as David Campbell motioned to your hoodie. You nodded and reached to take it off but grimaced so Elijah's hands came to cover yours “May I?” You nodded so he slipped the soft material up over your head.

You held Elijah's gaze as David went over the massive bruises covering your body. You could see the beast lurking beneath the surface in Elijah's eyes only worsening with every injury David noted. Especially when he remarked how badly burnt your lower back was from the tazer.

When he reached to touch the burn you hissed in pain and absent-mindedly reached for Elijah who stepped closer to you with no hesitation letting you rest your head against his chest. “Shit that hurts” you mumbled against his shirt.

After a moment David made a clicking noise with his teeth then said “All in all Mister Mikaelson I must say your girl is a strong one. She has a few broken bones but no internal bleeding and from the looks of it no permanent nerve damage. It could've been a lot worse”

You ignored being called Elijah's girl to ask if you could put your hoodie back on. David said it was fine so Elijah slipped it over your head. “Sit down sweetheart. I'm going to see Doctor Campbell out then we'll talk” Sweetheart? Was he playing up David's assumption? Because hearing him say that made you freeze dead in your movements even if it had just been for a moment before you nodded and sat back down on the bed.

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You watched him walk Doctor Campbell to the door and saw a relatively large wad of cash pass hands before the door was closing and Elijah was standing in front of you. “Do you agree to let me heal you?” You nodded slowly even if the idea of ingesting blood turned your stomach. “You could just leave me to heal on my own”

He shook his head “It would take you weeks or better to heal. You need to be back at full capacity as quickly as possible” you watched in silence as he took off his jacket and unbuttoned his left sleeve before rolling it up.

There was something a little overly intimate about the moment as you held his gaze while he pulled his arm up to his mouth. You saw just a hint of his fangs before they tore into the flesh of his arm, a small trail of blood running down it. He used his right hand to cup your face before holding the left arm to your mouth “Drink until I say you've had enough”

You raised an eyebrow “Normally I only like getting bossed around in bed but since you asked so nicely I'll let it go this time” he chuckled darkly “I'll remember that for a different time” you ignored the implications of his words and took a deep breath before leaning up to his arm.

The taste of the blood hit your throat and you nearly pulled away but he held you in place “Drink” was the simple command he gave and you felt your heart flip even as more blood split into your mouth. Why did he have to have this effect on you? Especially in a moment like this?

After what felt like an eternity he pulled his arm away and wiped a thumb across your lower lip, collecting the blood that had slipped from your mouth. “That should be enough. You're going to be tired but when you wake up you should be healed”

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Elijah wasn't sure what was becoming of his heart. He was letting you get under his skin, he was letting you past walls he'd long since built.

Seeing you injured had angered him beyond belief. If only you'd give him the name of those responsible he'd ensure they were never capable of causing anyone harm ever again.

From you asking him to stay with you during your examination to you reaching for him, seeking comfort from your pain, he knew he'd do anything you asked of him.

Why Rebekah had been drawn to you was achingly clear. You were a strong woman, unwilling to cower from a fight and you feared being a burden to anyone by asking for help.

When he'd ordered you to drink from his arm and you'd replied that you normally only liked getting bossed around in bed his mind had flashed to images of you, underneath him.

Your body no longer bruised and burnt from your attack, skin unblemished and him allowed to take his time to discover every inch of you. Your hands clinging to his shoulders and your body warm around him. What he wouldn't give for the opportunity to show you just how enjoyable true passion could be.

Once he was sure you'd ingested enough blood for your injuries to be healed he pulled his arm away. Your eyes were large and nearly glossy as you watched his movements especially when he used his thumb to collect the drop of blood that had dripped free to stain your lips “That should be enough. You're going to be tired but when you wake up you should be healed”

You nodded sleepily. “Thank you Elijah” His right hand was still cupping your face and he rubbed his thumb lightly against your cheek before pulling away “Rest. Rebekah or I will be here when you wake up. Then you're going to tell Niklaus and I who was responsible for this attack”

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You knew Elijah would push about who was behind the attack. It wasn't his fight, hunters were being targeted that meant it was solely in your corner. You could handle it. When you didn't reply he shook his head “You'll come to realize I have many years of learning patience. You will tell me eventually and I will make them regret the day they decided to place a finger on you”

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