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[prythianpages]

I've Been Waiting For You | Bonus

Azriel x Reader bonus scenes based off of this one shot. These are some scenes/ideas that didn’t make it to the final cut.

warnings: just some suggestiveness with the last one (but not really, it's just the morning after you and Az spend the night together but the scene itself is just fluff.) all of these scenes are purely fluff 🤧

Thank you so much for all the love you showed this imagine! I'm so happy you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing ♡ I tried to keep all of this roughly in chronological order.

Azriel groveling after snapping at you.

Azriel found himself in a situation that required more than just words to apologize to you, especially with the look of hurt he had seen in your eyes. Determined to make amends, he decided to enlist Elain's help, knowing that you had a sweet tooth and that snickerdoodles were among your favorite treats. Elain was happy to help, agreeing to bake them for you.

Azriel carefully left the freshly baked cookies in the kitchen, accompanied by a note expressing the sincerity of his remorse.

**

However, the next morning took an unexpected turn when Cassian stumbled upon the kitchen with Nyx in his arms. "Cas-see-an," Cassian kept repeating to Nyx, enunciating his name so slowly in an effort to get the infant to repeat it.

Nyx babbled in response as Cassian gently set him down on the counter. He kept a hand on the baby while his other reached for a mug, missing the way Nyx's curious gaze landed on the colorful note resting atop delicious cookies.

His tiny hands grasp at the note, squeezing it in his hand before it it falls from his grip. Nyx watches as the note falls to the floor, landing under the cabinets. He lets out a small whine.

"Are you hungry?" Cassian asks, turning back to his sweet nephew and follows Nyx's gaze.

"Oh!" Cassian exclaims with a gleeful grin when he spots the plate of cookies. "Don't tell your mother."

Cassian quickly uncovers the plate, thanking the Cauldron for gifting him with a wonderful sister in law that loves to bake. He offers a cookie to Nyx while he takes a couple for himself.

**

Sensing your presence nearby, Azriel dispatches his shadows to investigate the kitchen. They quickly report back to him with the unfortunate news that the cookies had been devoured. He's then rushing into the kitchen himself.

"Morning, Cassian," he hears you say and then with a much lighter and excited tone, "Good morning, Nyx! Whatcha got there?"

"Morning y/n," Cassian greets back, brushing crumbs off his shirt.

Azriel's eyes narrow, gaze flickering between the empty plate and the crumbs on both Cassian's shirts and Nyx's face.

"Oh! Good morning, Az."

At the mere sound of his name, he notices the subtle tension in your body. Before Azriel can utter a word, you swiftly conjure up an excuse and make a hasty exit from the kitchen. As Azriel turns his gaze to Cassian and Nyx, he finds himself unable to muster any anger.

A sigh escapes him. His first effort to make amends had not gone as planned.

**

Undeterred, Azriel decides to try a different approach for his next apology. This time, he chose to give you flowers, intending to leave it somewhere for you to find. However, in his haste or maybe his distraction, he accidentally placed the flowers in a spot where someone else stumbled upon it. Amren, of all people.

"What are these, boy?" She asks sharply, eyeing the colorful arrangement warily as her hands wrap around the vase.

"Flowers."

"I know they're flowers."

"They weren't for you."

"Oh, thank the gods," Amren says in what sounds like relief.

And just as Azriel is about to take them back, his shadows sense you approaching. The Cauldron must not favor him, he thinks. He hears the sudden pause in your step as your gaze lands on him and catches the way your fingers tighten against the book in your hand. He catches a glimpse of Seers in Prythian etched across the cover.

Azriel knows you want to turn around but given it'd be absolutely obvious that you're avoiding him if you did, you find yourself frozen. When he meets your gaze, you turn your head, focusing your direction on Amren instead.

"Nice flowers, Amren."

"Thank you," Amren smirks, silver eyes flashing between you and Azriel. "Aren't they lovely?"

"Lovely as you!" You reply with a smile and then leave.

Once again, Azriel finds himself sighing deeply at another failed attempt in apologizing to you.

"Do better, boy."

"I know."

**

Azriel's third attempt in making amends is cornering you so he can finally talk to you. He sits in the living room, perched on the couch that directly faces the door to Rhysand's office, with a book about the history of seers similar to the one he had seen in your hands the other day. You're currently inside with Elain as you both debrief Rhysand and Feyre on your progress with Elain's powers.

Elain is the first to step out, eyes widening in surprise. "Azriel," she greets with a smile. "What are you doing here?"

"Reading," he replies simply, gesturing toward the book in his hands.

"About seers...?"

"Just thought I could help..."

Elain's eyes narrow at him and Azriel finds himself sinking further into the couch. Though he's apologizing because he genuinely feels remorse and wants to make things right, he can't escape the fact that Elain had chastised him for not doing so already days ago.

"You haven't apologized yet, have you?"

"I'm trying."

Elain's gaze softens and she lets out a small chuckle. "She'll be out in a couple of minutes."

Azriel feels a wave of relief as you step out alone, prompting him to rise to his feet and call your name.

"Hey, Azriel," you greet politely, and his shadows seem to dance with delight at the acknowledgment of his presence. Finally, they whisper eagerly into his ears.

"Can we talk?"

"Oh, um...," Your gaze shifts over his shoulder, seemingly fixed on something that his shadows report as nonexistent. "I think someone else is calling me. Maybe another time? I have to go!"

As you attempt to maneuver around him, Azriel subtly moves with you, blocking your path. "No one called your name," he points out softly, suppressing a smile as your eyebrows furrow. He senses you scrambling for another excuse.

"The future!" you exclaim, your eyes brightening as you tap the corner of your eye. "The future is calling me. I must go."

As you move, Azriel doesn't have it in himself to block your path again. He doesn't even have it in himself to be upset. Not when he finds your excuse amusing and your presence itself endearing.

His shadows, however, aren't as forgiving. They whisper harshly into his ears, growing impatient with each failed attempt. "Next time," he promises them quietly.

(And almost two weeks after him snapping at you, he finally succeeds in asking for your forgiveness during his fourth attempt when he brings your dinner to you in the library.)

Elain gets a vision, where she finds out you and Azriel are mates.

"Close your eyes and focus on your breath," you instruct her softly. "Feel the rhythm of the earth beneath you. Attune yourself to the heartbeat of the world around you. What do you hear?”

Elain closes her eyes in deep concentration and as her head grows quiet, the world around her seems to awaken. She can feel the power coursing through her veins as she says, “I can hear the wind and the tremble of the grass beneath it. I can hear the wind carry all the way to the sea.”

“Good. Now feel the whispers of the unseen.”

“I can’t.” Elain’s eyebrows furrow as she struggles to delve deeper into her power. She finds herself stuck amidst the wild sea of the unknown. Wave after wave crashes down on her, knocking her down before she could even get back up.

“Here, take my hands,” she hears you say and then she feels your hands reach for hers. “Imagine a pool of water within you, calm and reflective. Use me as a vessel to carry you through it. I’ll guide you to where your visions will manifest.”

Elain does as told, bringing herself back to that sea of unknown in her mind. This time, she's not alone and she's able to rise from the water. You're there with her, the two of you standing knee deep in the waters that are beginning to calm in your presence. The world stills around you two and Elain feels her body relax as she allows you to guide her to the center.

And suddenly, the dark sky around her begins to brighten with visions, dazzling her like the stars in your eyes do. She finds herself overwhelmed by the all the flashes and voices. She takes deep, steadying breaths like you always do and the visions begin to slow, developing before in a way she can discern.

Her eyes widen she realizes they're all of you.

In the first vision, you're sat at the breakfast table, making small conversation with Cassian and Nesta as you bite into your pancake. The next couple of visions are mundane, just you going about your daily routine.

Then, you're seated at one of the tables at the garden, basking in the sun while Elain gardens a couple of feet away.

"Did the Suriel ever say anything about Lucien?"

"Many things," you answer her with a grin. "Called him his Fox boy..."

And Elain wants to linger in this vision longer, itching to know more. But as quickly as it flashed before her eyes, it's fading away and a new vision is brought forth.

Now, she stands within a resplendent ballroom nestled within the House of Wind. Fae lights adorn the ceiling, casting a celestial glow that lets her know its Starfall. Amidst the enchanting scene, you and Azriel gracefully twirl on the dance floor. Elain, intrigued, takes a step forward, captivated by the mesmerizing dance unfolding before her.

“You should stay.”

“Why?”

She watches as a wistful expression takes over your features and she has to stop herself from reaching out for you. The music comes to a gradual end and you free yourself of Azriel's hold before the next song starts, missing the way Azriel frowns at the loss of your warmth.

“There’s no one here for me.”

There's a deep, haunting sadness to the laughter that follows your words. Elain also finds herself frowning. She didn't know you were feeling this way, or rather, going to feel this way.

Elain detects a subtle twitch in Azriel's hand from the periphery of her vision, as if he longs to reach out to you but is held back by fear. Redirecting her focus to Azriel, she observes the tender and affectionate gaze he bestows upon you, while you remain unaware, fixated on the ground. This sight tugs at Elain's heart.

It's surprising because she thought she would feel hurt by it. But she doesn't. Instead, empathy floods her, accompanied by a silent wish that you would lift your gaze and witness the profound way Azriel looks at you in this very moment.

Please, she wants to scream but even if she opens her mouth, she knows no sound will come out. Please look up!

“I’m right here.” 

Elain exhales with relief as you finally meet Azriel's gaze, but the moment has passed. Azriel's expression transforms into one more guarded, his eyes now concealing what was once openly displayed. A subtle frown settles on your lips, and Elain witnesses a fleeting trace of hurt that crosses Azriel's face. Whatever you sought in that exchange, it appears you did not find it.

The scene before her blurs, shifting into another. Elain is now standing at the foyer of the river house, watching as you make your way down the steps. Suddenly, the door slams open and Azriel's chest is rising and falling as if he's been running. His eyes are wide and frantic, relaxing only when he spots you.

"It's you. All this time. It's been you."

“You know?”

"You're my mate."

A warm smile graces Azriel's lips as his gaze meets yours, and the tender expression Elain previously observed during the Starfall vision reappears on his face. She feels her heart melt at the sight because this time, you don't miss the way he's looking at you.

And just as she's about to dive into another vision into your future, she finds your connection abruptly broken. The warmth of your hands leave hers and you disappear from the depths of her mind. The sky around her darkens and though the waves begin to lap at her again, they remain calm and soothing.

"Stop!"

"I'm not hurting her!"

Elain blinks her eyes open and widen at the sight before her. You wear a pained expression on your face and there's blood trickling down your nose. Guilt courses through her, making her skin pale. She didn't know she was hurting you. Oh gods, if she knew, she wouldn't have lingered in the visions of your future. She didn't even know she could do so and judging by the look on your face, you're completely unaware of her accidental intrusion. Maybe, it's best if she didn't tell you...

"Are you okay?"

Elain doesn't have time to dwell on it as Azriel is urging her to go grab a towel while he guides you forward with a worried expression. When she returns with the towel in hand, she finds her apology dying at her throat, reluctant to disrupt the tender moment between you and Azriel.

"Like what?" She hears Azriel asked in an amused manner.

"Don't make me answer that."

At that moment, your gaze locks onto hers, and Elain assumes an air of nonchalance as she finally approaches the two of you with the towel in hand. Azriel takes it from her, carefully wiping at the blood on your face, and as Elain silently watches, she can't believe how she didn't see it before.

You and Azriel are mates and she feels nothing but pure joy for you both. She only wishes she had known sooner.

Elain confesses to you about Lucien and then asks you about Azriel.

The vibrant streets of Velaris hum with excitement as you and Elain approach one of the bustling markets. Amidst the lively atmosphere, you find yourself marveling at the enduring beauty of the city. You inhale, taking delight in the sweet blend of fresh flowers.

There's a certain lightness to Elain's steps, more so than usual today. Catching your gaze, she turns to you with a soft smile, intertwining her arm with yours and drawing you closer.

"Can I tell you a secret?"

Your eyes light up involuntarily, driven by your insatiable curiosity for gossip. "Of course," you reply and though this is a secret you promise to keep, it doesn't dim your desire to hear it.

"I wrote to Lucien. I think I'm ready to give him a chance."

You stop, halting her in the process as well. A frown creases your brow as you look at her. "Are you sure?"

"I used to think mating bonds were precious," you speak again, mind drifting to Azriel briefly, before redirecting your focus back to Elain. "But I've come to realize there's an even greater beauty in choice."

"I want to give him a chance," she reassures you. "It's my choice."

"Okay then," you reply and the two of you resume in your walk toward the markets. "As long as you're happy, I'm happy."

Elain's gaze lingers on you, a fleeting trace of guilt flickering in her eyes so briefly that you wonder if you imagined it. Curiosity takes hold as she ventures, "What about your own happiness? Is there anyone special you fancy here?"

"I like you," you smile, completely missing the point. "I like Feyre, I like Nyx, I like--"

"No," Elain giggles beside you. "Anyone you like, like?"

"Maybe a certain somebody...," she hints, her voice trailing off and when you stare blankly at her, she adds, "Like maybe Azriel?"

At the mere mention of his name, your body tenses. You're silently hoping Elain doesn't pick up on it, but given she still has her arm wrapped around yours, you're sure she felt it. Still, you feign nonchalance.

“What about Azriel?”

“Do you like him?”

“He’s beautiful, yeah.”

"That's not what I asked," Elain laughs, wearing a knowing grin as if she's already privy to your response.

Your heart skips a beat, prompting an abrupt halt once again. At this rate, you won't reach the stall that sells your favorite pastries in time.

"The other day," you start, and she instantly understands the reference to the day she accidentally glimpsed into your future. "Did you see anything?"

"No," she responds a bit too hastily. "Did you?"

"No," you say with a shake of your head and that dull ache from that day returns. "All I saw was a dark void."

Elain asks what the Suriel had to say about Lucien.

Nestled on one of the lounge chairs in the garden, you close your eyes as you bask in the sun. Elain, rests a couple of feet away on the soft grass, as she tends to the gardens.

"Did the Suriel ever say anything about Lucien?"

"Many things," you reply, opening your eyes. Your lips curve into a grin as you remember all the late nights you spent talking about said Autumn male. As emissary to the Spring Court, who often got sent on a lot of missions, the Suriel had a lot to say about him.

"Called him his fox boy...What are you itching to know?

Turning your head toward Elain, you catch the way she blushes. "I don't know," she admits sheepishly. "I was just curious."

"Did you know he told Amarantha to go back to the shit-show she'd crawl out of?" Elain's lips begin to twitch upwards, but your next words prevent the smile from fully forming. "It cost him his eye, unfortunately. "

"Lucien is good male," you speak again, swiftly shifting the topic to something lighter. "He has friends everywhere, in every court. He's the type to do anything for those he holds dear. From what I've heard, he's a pretty generous lover and given he's from Autumn Court, gods are you in for a treat. One night, the Suriel told me that he took a female to--"

"That's okay!" Elain cuts you in sharply, making you laugh.

"Autumn males have fire in their blood and I heard they fuck like it too."

"Feyre!" Elain gasps with wide eyes, her face growing as pink as the roses she just planted.

You're turning to face Feyre with a delighted smirk. "So you know too!"

Elain stands up, brushing her hands on the dress, indifferent to the dirt staining the fabric.

"Where are you going? We were just about to get to the good part." You muse.

"I'm actually going to go see him," Elain admits and before you can any anything, she adds, "I think I'll just ask him what I want to know myself."

You respond with a shrug of your shoulders and wish her good luck. "Have fun!" Feyre calls after her.

After Elain disappears from view, Feyre gracefully settles into the lounge chair next to you. Her blue eyes carefully assess you for a moment. "What else do you know about him?"

You meet her gaze, detecting an unspoken knowledge. "What else do you know?"

You feel her presence asking for entrance in your mind and you let her in, smiling when all she mentally utters is one word. A name, actually. Helion.

His father, you reply back with an all-knowing gleam in your eye. Did you know the Lady of Autumn and him are mates?

Feyre's eyes widen, and she releases a gasp. There's more isn't, there? She speaks into your mind.

Of course there is, you reply back. With a graceful wave of her hand, a complete tea set materializes along with an array of snacks upon the iron table between you.

I sense we'll be here for awhile, she muses to you, blue eyes glimmering with anticipation.

You chuckle as you start to sweeten one of the steaming cups of tea to your liking. Your attention shifts to the untouched third set on the table, and a dull ache settles in your chest as you envision the Suriel, absent yet somehow still present at the table.

As you bring your tea cup to your lips, you proceed to indulge Feyre with every bit of knowledge and gossip you possess about Helion's affair with the Lady of Autumn through your mind.

You don't realize it then, but this day, marks the beginning of what you and Feyre would later name "the Suriel fan club." As time passes on, the club grows more and more, until it becomes a monthly meeting amongst the inner circle.

The morning after you and Azriel spend the night together for the first time.

Your eyelids flutter, like delicate butterflies stirring from slumber, as the muffled whispers of morning dance in the air. You stir and turn to your side, bringing the warmth of your sheets with you. Your movement causes a chain of reaction and your entire body freezes when you feel an unfamiliar weight come to rest over your side.

It's instinct, the way your fingers grasp for the dagger you keep under your pillow. In a moment of panic, you find yourself straddling a body and pressing your dagger against what you initially thought was an intruder.

"y/n, what are you doing?"

Your eyes snap wide open and memories of the night before flood your mind. You find yourself looking down at Azriel. Your mate, Azriel. Despite the dagger pressed at his throat, he smiles lazily up at you.

"I'm so sorry!" You exclaim with a heated blush, throwing the dagger onto your nightstand, relieved that you didn't knick him on accident. Judging by the way he's looking at you, you don't think he'd mind anyway.

"I'm not used to sharing my bed," you admit sheepishly, sliding off of him and wishing your bed would just swallow you whole at this point.

Taking advantage of your shift in position, Azriel turns on his side and hovers over your body, hazel eyes gleaming down at you. "You sleep with a dagger under your pillow?"

"Yes and?" You retort, a touch too defensively, eliciting laughter from him that sends an infectious warmth coursing through you. A smile tugs at your own lips. "You were listening when I told you I lived between Prythian's forests and shady Inns for many years, right?"

"Of course, I was. I listen to everything you say," Azriel responds smoothly. "It's just..." His voice trails off, and though your gaze remains fixed on his face, you notice him reaching for something in your peripheral vision.

He flashes you a grin as he pulls out his beloved dagger from under the pillow his head was resting on earlier.

"I sleep with a dagger under my pillow too."

a/n: hope you enjoyed these little scenes! I also wanted to clarify that Elain was starting to think about giving Lucien a chance, even before she found out reader and Az were mates, and it's her finding out about your bond that gives her the confirmation to move forward. She realizes that Azriel won't be alone as he has someone waiting for him (:

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[octoberclidan]

Her Boys

Request: hi:) can you do sam x reader x dean where reader lives with them and after hunts she usually falls asleep in the back of impala (sometimes with her head on castiel's lap) so sam and dean takes turns on carrying her to motel bed and giving forehead goodnight kiss (sam's turn in this fic ) and some nights after having nightmares she sneaks out to one of their bed (dean's in this fic)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader and Sam Winchester x Reader, a bit of Castiel x Reader

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Story:

"Dean", Castiel's voice sounded from the back of the Impala. "I think you should turn your music down".

"What? Why?" Dean sounded almost offended by Cas' request. It was late, and they were driving to a motel after a successful hunt. It was dark out and raining, so Dean had turned his music up even louder than usually so it could be heard over the rain hitting the windshield and roof of his car. Sam turned around to look at Cas, and Cas looked down to his lap. Sam nodded and reached forward to turn the music down low, and swatted Dean's hand away when Dean tried to turn it back up.

"She's asleep", Sam whispered to him, and Dean glanced up into the rearview mirror, only finding Cas looking back at him. [Y/N] had a habit of falling asleep in the car after hunts. The boys could run on limited sleep, but she couldn't keep her energy up like them. She was sore from the hunt, having been pushed and thrown around a lot, and after running all over the place for hours, she was exhausted. She'd lasted about fifteen minutes in the car sitting up before she'd given in and leaned over to lie in Cas' lap. He had his hand resting on her shoulder, lightly rubbing it with his thumb, and she had one of her arms wrapped around herself, the other holding on to Cas' thigh.

The Impala was warm, and safe, and familiar. It smelled like a mixture of all three of her favourite people; the Winchesters and Cas. She hadn't even been with them all that long, just under a year, but they were her family, and they were her home. They'd all taken a likening to her from the moment they'd met, and they all had a soft spot for her. Dean thrived on taking care of people, and while Sam and Cas made that difficult for him sometimes, [Y/N] made it easy. She didn't complain when he was slightly overprotective of her on hunts, and she never refused his help when he offered it. She satisfied the nurturing need he had, though he'd never admit it. Sam had been looked out for and taken care of his whole life by Dean, and whenever he tried to return the favour, Dean wouldn't let him. [Y/N] was never embarrassed by Sam looking out for her, she always valued his advice, and the fact that she so openly looked up to him made him feel important. She'd definitely had a warm and positive impact on the team dynamics, and they'd do whatever they could to make her want to stay with them.

The rumble of the car's engine was muffled by having her ear pressed against Cas' lap, but she began to stir when the rain got heavier. Cas quickly pulled his hand off her shoulder and lay it gently on her other ear to block out the noise, and her breathing deepened again. All three of them remained silent for the rest of the drive, and Cas only removed his hand from her ear when the rain stopped.

***

It was awhile later when Dean pulled into a motel that had a vacancy sign lit up, and while he got out to go get a room, Cas and Sam stayed in the car with [Y/N]. He was back a few minutes later with a key card, knocking lightly on the passenger window to let Sam know before opening up the trunk and grabbing their bags. Sam got out of the car and opened up the back door, where Cas carefully helped maneuver [Y/N] into Sam's arms. Sam had one arm under her knees and his other around her back, she fit perfectly into his arms. Her head fell against his shoulder as he straightened up and made sure he had a good grip on her. He looked down at her, she looked so peaceful and innocent, it was hard to think of the girl in his arms as the same person who he'd seen earlier shooting the monster they'd been hunting.

Cas held the door open for the boys as they walked into the motel room, before letting them know that he had a few things to check on in Heaven and would be back in the morning. Dean dropped the bags down onto one of the beds while Sam walked [Y/N] over to bed farthest from the door; the boys liked making sure that she was always in the safest place possible. He lay her down on the bed and brushed her hair out of her face as Dean dug through his bag to find one of his hoodies, one that he knew [Y/N] liked as it was thick and warm, and quite big on her. He walked over to Sam and nodded at him, letting him know he was ready to do something that the two of them had gotten used to doing on nights after hunts. Sam slowly lifted [Y/N] into a sitting position, holding her head against his chest to keep her comfortable. Dean unzipped her jacket and pulled it off her, leaving her t-shirt on. The two of them slid the hoodie onto her, pulling her arms through the sleeves and pulling it down over her. Sam then let her lie back down and smiled in thanks to Dean, letting him know that he could go get himself ready for bed.

While Dean was in the bathroom, Sam untied [Y/N]'s shoes and pulled them off. He then pulled the covers of the bed over her and tucked her in, making sure that none of the cool motel room air would disturb her. He watched as she snuggled into her pillow, smiling in her sleep. Sam wondered what she was dreaming about, and was looking forward to hearing about it in the morning over breakfast. He leaned down and pressed his lips to her forehead, a habit he'd picked up that he found soothed him. Being able to kiss her on the forehead and feel her warmth under his lips reminded him that she was alive, and she was safe, and protected.

***

Several hours passed when [Y/N] began to stir. Her good dream had slowly morphed into a nightmare, and she'd been experiencing a version of the hunt that had not gone as well as it had in reality. She breathed in sharply as her eyes shot open and she sat up, in darkness, momentarily not knowing where she was, until she smelled Dean's scent just under her chin. She grabbed the collar of the material and pulled it up to her nose, the smell instantly calming her. She smiled as she realised it was her favourite hoodie of his, and that the boys must have put her to bed. She turned her head to the side and let her eyes adjust, she could just about make out their silhouettes in the two beds beside hers. She pushed her covers back and let her legs hang over the side of the bed, the coolness of the air making her shiver slightly. She made sure to be quiet as she stood up, not wanting to interrupt their sleep, but she knew that she wouldn't be able to get back to sleep after a nightmare on her own. She needed one of her boys.

Dean's bed was closest to hers, and he'd also left space beside him. She wasn't sure if that was intentional or not, but she took it as an invitation. She looked over to Sam to make sure he was okay, and smiled when he mumbled something in his sleep and then chuckled to himself. She owed a lot to the Winchesters, and to Cas too. They'd never told her that they loved her, and she'd never told them that she loved them either, but she didn't need verbal confirmation. She knew that she was loved, she could feel it in their actions every day. She carefully pulled back the covers on Dean's bed and slid in beside him, turning to face away from him and feel the heat of his body on her back. Only a minute later, she felt Dean's strong arm wrap around her waist and she was pulled against his chest. She felt his nose on the back of her neck as he breathed her in, and she felt his breath tickle her shoulder as he breathed out. There was no chance of her nightmare coming back that night as she drifted off in Dean's arms, knowing that even though she hunted monsters and demons, as long as she had her boys, she would be safe and sound.

The end

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[astaroth1357]

Sick Days:

*MC is in the Croytus Hall kitchen, trying their damnedest to keep from coughing their lungs out while carefully monitoring a pot of simmering soup. They hear the footfalls of their housemate, Solomon, as he comes up behind them*

Solomon: Oh MC~! I have everything ready. Thankfully, the Devildom still has TV these days, even if the shows are out of d-... da-....

*a hankerchief flies out of his pocket and quickly covers his nose*

Solomon: ACHOO!!

*the hankerchief does its thing before flying off behind him to go put itself in the laundry, swapping places with a fresh one that finds its way back to his pocket once again*

MC: *keeps their back to him* Bless you.

*Solomon comes up and slings his arms over their shoulders, leaning against them like he's a sagging backpack. His head rests alongside theirs*

Solomon: Is it still cooking?

*he reaches out to lift the lid on the pot but MC, already knowing better, swiftly smacks his mit back down*

MC: Don't touch.

Solomon: Oh! Right, I'm sorry. Forgot the rules for a second. I'm sure it smells good... not that either of us would know.

*he contently sways their bodies from side-to-side while MC clears their throat, grumbling dryily*

MC: Y-ou know, you could cure us at any time, right...?

Solomon: So could you, yet here we are! You're just playing hookie from the brothers right now, aren't you?

*the MC tries to groan, but ends up regretting it as it stresses their already aching throat. They cover their mouth with their elbow to catch their raspy coughs before responding*

MC: U-ugh! Okay, fine... You're right. How about you stop breaking my balls and pick what we're watching...?

Solomon: I already have. Beel told me about this wonderful cooking show the other day! I think we can start with that, then maybe move onto a few movies Leviathan recommended...

Solomon: I have the TV set and heated blankets on the couch. Plenty of water, a few boxes of tissues (mostly for me), your favorite sweater, a plush Asmo bought me-

MC: ...

Solomon: -and anything else we need, I'll have my wand in reach! I figured for dinner, we can order out. It's lovely that you're making us soup, but let's not push-

MC: Sol?

Solomon: -Hm?

*MC wiggles him back until they can turn themselves around and wrap their arms around his chest. They rest their head up against the soft fabric of one of his old sleep shirts snugly*

MC: .... Thank you.

*Solomon looks taken aback by their sudden tenderness, but doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around them further and lightly cage them to his chest*

Solomon: Of course, MC... You take care of so many people. You deserve a break.

*a comfortable silence spreads between them for a minute or so, before MC starts to feel Solomon's cheek rubbing against the top of their head like a smothering cat*

Solomon: Oh, my adorable apprentice, you're just so cute when you're sick~

MC: *snaps their eyes back open and glares at his words, but doesn't let go yet*

MC: Sooool....

Solomon: If I didn't know better, I would almost want to keep you like this...

MC: *snorts* Good luck. The brothers would kill you for it. *they drop their arms from his chest, but he doesn't let go*

MC: Sol?

Solomon: I'm sure they would try, but you wouldn't let something bad happen to your beloved teacher, would you MC?

MC: *rolls their eyes* You wouldn't need my help, anyway. Let go.

Solomon: *squeezes a little tighter* Uh-uh! That wasn't my question.

MC: Sol, I need to stir the soup.

Solomon: And I need to hear an answer.

MC: Solomon, I'm serious.

Solomon: Oh? What's this? I think I'm gonna... ahh...!

MC: Wait, what are you-?

Solomon: Ahhh...!

MC: Solomon, let go!

Solomon: AHHHH....!!

MC: OKAY OKAY, I WOULDN'T LET THEM HURT YOU! Don't you DARE sneeze in my hair!!

Solomon: AHHHH- Just kidding~

*he finally lets them go and they lightly slap his shoulder before turning back around in a huff*

MC: Get out of my kitchen!

Solomon: Then I'll meet you on the couch again?

MC: Only after the soup is done.

Solomon: Then we can cuddle?

MC: Not if you misbehave!

Solomon: What if I steal the blankets~?

MC: *rubs their pounding temples at their teacher's childish antics*

MC: Solomon, I'm serious. Get. Out.

#clingy old man #and his flying snotrags #also im sick right now #and this helped me feel better #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me nb #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me solomon #obey me scenarios #obey me incorrect quotes #obey me oneshot #my mc x solomon #see they do love each other #kind of

[wriothesleybear]

~warnings: modern!au, mostly fluff with a little bit of smut (i couldn't help myself), mentions of creampies, gn!reader(hopefully i did it right this time), MDNI!

Professional Boxer!Wriothesley who's the #1 boxing champion with a high winning streak. He's on the cover of magazines and has a lot of fame and fortune, which he uses to spoil you. Buying you fancy clothes, expensive jewelry, taking you to the most expensive restaurants, and just buying you whatever you want. You tell him that he doesn't have to spend so much money on you, but he just grabs your hand, kissing it while telling you that it makes him happy spoiling you with gifts. How could you deny him happiness.

Professional Boxer!Wriothesley who works out with you. He either has you sit on his back while he does pushups or has you lay below him where every time he pushes down, he kisses you. Sometimes, it just ends up in a long, passionate make out session. Maybe something a little more *wink wink*. Just seeing you all sweaty and breathing heavily as you work out near him. Seeing you stretch your limbs, especially the one stretch that gives him a good view of your ass, makes it hard for him to control himself.

Professional Boxer!Wriothesley who saves a front row seat for you to his fights so you are able to watch him better. When he needs the motivation during his fight, he looks out in the crowd searching for you. Once his eyes land on you, he smiles and winks at you, gaining the motivation to fight and wanting to make you proud. It makes him happy seeing you supporting him in the stands, cheering for him, and screaming his name. If you make him a little sign, it'll make his heart skip a beat.

Professional Boxer!Wriothesley who immediately looks for you after a fight. Once he spots you, he heads straight for you, pulling you into a tight hug. Even though he's all sweaty and musky, you don't mind, wrapping your arms around his neck. He passionately kisses you in front of the crowd. It shows how much you mean to him. Plus, it's his way to thank you for being there for him and supporting him.

Professional Boxer!Wriothesley who melts when you give him massages to help him relax his sore muscles. Your massages especially help him when he's stressed for an upcoming fight. All worries leave his mind once your soft hands explore his body. He groans when you push on the right spots where he's the most tense.

Professional Boxer!Wriothesley who enjoys the celebratory sex you two have after he wins a fight. You prefer 'celebrating' at home, but sometimes when he's still full of adrenaline from the fight, he can't help taking you right there in the locker rooms. You could do it in his personal dressing room like usual, but he thinks its much more exciting with the risk of being caught. Your moans echoing in the empty space, the sounds of your ass slapping against his pelvis, getting him closer to the edge. It's not a celebration if it doesn't end in him creampieing you.

Professional Boxer!Wriothesley who loves the gentle care you put in when patching up his wounds, making sure to carefully patch them up so as not to irritate them. After you finish patching him up, you smother him in kisses, making sure to add extra ones on his boo-boos. Moments like these remind him how lucky he is to have you. He should do something about that. Maybe a ring will do..

Professional Boxer!Wriothesley who buys you a big, fat diamond ring. He plans this whole special proposal for you. He takes you out to dinner, feeding you the most delicious foods. Once stuffed, he takes you to a movie, where he rented out the whole theater just for you two. After the movie, he takes you to the small boxing club where you two first met. He thinks it's the perfect place to propose. He leads you into the center of the boxing ring, holding your hands as he gives you a speech about how much you mean to him. Then he gets down on one knee and pulls out a red box, holding the most gorgeous ring you've ever seen. You can't help the tears from flowing as you say yes. Once he slips the ring on your finger, you jump into his arms, tightly hugging him and pulling him into a kiss. You both end the night making passionate love in your shared bed, fingers intertwined as he slowly pumps into you, filling you up with his seed.

#wriothesley #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley headcanons #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #wriothesley smut #genshin impact smut #wriothesley fluff

[chaethewriter]

You're dead to me [10]

dad! Jake Sully x human!daughter!reader

In which Jake Sully leaves his life on earth to settle down with the Omatikaya people as Toruk Makto. Having a family that consists of four kids with Neytiri, everything seems to work out just fine, but what if the past comes back for him? And his babygirl is right there in front of him?

warning: english isn't my first language, sorry for the wait and I'm slacking off sorry, not proofread, hurt to comfort.

Word count: 2,9 k

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A/N: thank you guys so much for 3k followers it's insane to me how fast we've grown. Finally a fluff type of part to celebrate!! Also I can't let go of this plot I'm about to make an alternative story on this or some I love human reader too much. Possible villain reader?!

"Papa bubbles!" You splashed your arms against the running water, enjoying the warm water against your skin as the bubbles started forming from the amount of soap Jake put in. You squealed when your father made a move to join you in the bathtub, watching how he struggled with his legs. Not that it helped a lot, but you wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek against his lower back as he was seated on the edge of the bathtub. Jake noticed your intentions and couldn't help but chuckle, "thank you, baby. Watch out I'm going to join you." You obeyed him as you moved to the end of the bathtub, your eyes wandering to the bubbles consuming your tiny figure. Jake pulled his legs inside the tub once he seated himself comfortably opposite of you, watching your sparkling eyes with a satisfied expression. He took your shampoo from the clear box stuck to the wall where all of your wash products remain. "Baby, close your eyes. You know what happens when you get this in your eyes, right?" Your eyes wandered up, watching how your dad opened the cap and squirted some shampoo in his palm. You immediately closed your eyes, slightly tilting your head for the shampoo to glide downward instead of towards your eyes, "yes papa! Burn ow ow!" You recalled the memory all too well of you crying with soap burning in your eyes. "Aren't you a good little girl, huh?" He gave you a quick peck against your lips, making you explode in a fit of giggles. Jake rubbed his palms together, before he moved them to your scalp. He gently massaged your head as he carefully ran his fingers through your locks, "keep your eyes closed baby!" He noticed how your eyes were squinted, peaking through your eyelids to take a look at him. You giggled and kept them shut again, this game of cat and mouse continued until your hair was all soapy. Your dad then gave you his shampoo, knowing you would have wanted to wash his hair. It was a tradition between the two of you every time you bathed together. You pulled the shampoo out of his hold, pulling the cap off with your fingers as you squirted a ton of masculine-scented shampoo in your palm. You might be going overboard though, as you kept squirting until the shampoo dripped past your fingertips, right into the tub. Jake's face retorted as he quickly pulled the shampoo from your grip, "that's more than enough baby! My hair is much shorter than yours you know! It will be a waste and we don't want to waste it, don't we!" He grabbed you from under your armpits, pulling you closer to him so that your small figure could touch his hair. You nodded your head at him in agreement, "papa right!" You tried your best to keep the shampoo from overflowing as you smacked your palms onto his head, his hair covered in shampoo. You rubbed your palms into his hair as the shampoo soaped up into bubbles. At the same time, Jake took a washcloth to clean your skin with. He dipped the soft material into the soapy water, wetting it for him to use. He then carefully rubbed the cloth against your skin, cleaning you of any form of bacteria one couldn't see with the normal eye. You giggled at the touch of the material, it tickled. You molded your dad's hair into two cat ears, smiling proudly at your work, "papa done! Papa is a cat!" You plopped back down on your butt, happy that the warm water touched your cold skin. Jake tilted his head to the side with a grin, "did you make me a cat?! Am I a scary cat at least?! Rawr!" He took you in his arms as he blew a ton of raspberries against your cheek. You fell into a fit of squeals as he did so.

Morning with papa was your favorite thing.

Being with papa was your favorite thing.

"Sissy, I'm here. Do not fret sissy." Neteyam knew he had to see his father, his blood, the person with whom his loyalty lay. But with his big sister being in pain, both mentally and physically, as you cried your heart out, Neteyam couldn't take that sight. You rested in his arms as he sat next to your resting figure, the tears rolling down your face as you kept on apologizing to him. He didn't understand why you were acting like this. You saved him and he will be forever in debt to you for this decision. Screw that, he was in debt to you the moment you saw him as 'little bro Neteyam' and not 'the future Olo'eyktan, son of Toruk Makto', which didn't happen so often. He cradled you in his arms as you sniffed, talking in between your sobs, stumbling over your words as you tried to get your point across. "Sissy take your time. I'm here," he took your hand and put it against his cheek in a way to reassure you that you weren't alone, "I'm here." As a response, you just sobbed louder. All the emotions you tried to keep locked inside your heart were bursting out all at once and it didn't help the situation at all. "I'm so sorry Teyam, I'm so sorry I'm so terrible I shouldn't have intervened I'm so sorry." You hiccuped over your words, your breathing irregular as you felt so overwhelmed. "Sissy, take your time, please. Breath for me? In through the nose, out through the lips?" Neteyam's expression retorted into an incredibly worried one. The mighty warrior was breaking at the sight of his distressed sister. With Neteyam's help, you managed to calm your breathing, following his instructions as the two of you did the breathing exercise. The rubbing of Neteyam's thumb against your skin definitely did you some good, as you finally managed to stop your hyperventilating. "I noticed how dad doesn't spend time with you all, I'm so sorry I will do something about it I swear!" You blamed yourself for this, for all of it. Yet Neteyam just flashed you a smile. How come he wasn't angry at you? He should have been angry at you. "Sissy, we never blamed you. He already was like that way before you came along. So stop worrying sissy, please." You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you in a laying position on the bed. "But he's gonna die, Teyam. Daddy is going to die."

"Dad is strong, sweet sissy. We will go through it, together. You, me, Lo'ak, Tuk, Kiri and mom. We can do it." His words rung into your head as he spoke. Dad was strong, but was he strong enough to survive this one?

"Time is ticking, Jake. You don't have all day you know!" Tommy got up from his seat, walking around the living room as he taunted his struggling brother. Jake really didn't know what to do. Was it selfish for him to live? After all this time? After the way he mistreated his family? After the way he treated you? Wouldn't it be better if he died honorably right now? Died protecting his children? He held his head in his hands as he thought, staring at his own reflection on the ground. Ironic really. He was so happy to give up his human life, yet looking at his Na'vi self right now made him sick to the stomach. Made him remind himself of what led up to what he had become this instant. A tug on his loincloth kicked him out of his thoughts. As he slowly looked up, he came face to face with you. Mini you. Small little precious you. Who looked at him with your wide innocent eyes before everything went into shit. "Papa!" Your voice rang through the living room and Jake couldn't help but tear up. He slowly moved his hand up to your cheek, to touch you, and feel your warmth, but his hand went right through you. "Papa?" You tugged at him once again. "That right there, is the sight of your daughter you failed to watch grow up into what she is now." Tommy stood in front of the couch, hands on his hips as he tilted his head. "You failed as a father, you really did." He brought one of his hands in the air, watching how mini you disappeared when he snipped his fingers. "No! Baby!" Jake tried to wrap his arms around you as you disappeared, but to no avail. You truly disappeared, leaving Jake with a tear-stained face. A picture frame was thrown on his lap. He took it in his hands as the tears rolled. It was the picture he took with Neytiri and the kids. The picture where little Tuk was in his lap as his dearest family stood behind him. Tommy watched his brother with pity, again snipping his fingers, making the picture disappear. "You don't deserve to live, Jake. I was supposed to be in your place and you should be rotting on earth," Tommy got closer to his brother, gripping him by the back of the neck and pulling at him for the twins to make eye contact, "but when do you ever listen to someone else?"

"Ma Jake!" Neytiri basically launched her way into the lab, tail swishing harshly from side to side as she looked around. Her ears were pressed against her head as she squinted her eyes, "where is Ma Jake?!" She pushed her way through the lab, knocking materials over and slamming humans into the wall. But she could care less. The fact that she was in a human environment was one thing. "Mom! Here!" Lo'ak yelled all the way from the back of the lab, his ears perked when he caught his mother's voice. Neytiri's ears twitched at the all too familiar sound of her troublesome son, stomping her way through the lab to follow the sound of her son's voice. "Oh, Ma Jake.." Neytiri's hand made its way to her mouth when she entered the room, watching how bad his condition is. She glared at Norm and Max in the room, her eyes soon gazing at all the unfamiliar machines connected to her mate. "What is all that?!" She hissed at them as she got closer to her mate. They may had a part in the fight against the RDA almost two decades ago, but that didn't mean she fully trusted them. They were still sky demons in her eyes. "Mom wait no! It's helping him! Look, it's showing his heart rate and all that!" Lo'ak frantically pointed at the screens and wires in an attempt to show his mother that everything was safe. Neytiri didn't reply, as she got on her knees and took a hold of Jake's hand. She pressed her forehead against his skin, taking in his warmth as she sobbed. Her sister, her father, her people, her home, her Seze, Tsu'tey. Please, not her Jake too.

"Hey little kid!!" Tommy crouched down as you ran into his arms, hugging his niece with a huge smile on his face. "Looka papa!" You squealed his nickname with a huge smile as you kissed his cheek. Tommy and Jake were twins, lookalikes, so you called Tommy 'Looka papa' instead of uncle: lookalike of papa. It made Jake jealous, as you were his daughter. He would never voice this insecurity, though. There used to be these instances when you were still a baby and the twins were with you at the same time, them passing you to one another as you both called them papa, not seeing the difference at that time. "Hey Tom! Thank you for your greeting!" Jake sarcastically exclaimed as he wheeled towards the two of you, clearly annoyed that you took off to his twin. Tommy chuckled, putting you back down and rubbing your pigtails, "no need to be so jealous, grumpy pa. She's your kid." You giggled as your uncle rubbed your head, bringing your hands up to his hand as you held it. You had no idea what this entire conversation was about and you could care less. "I'm not jealous, you freak. Let's just go get lunch." Jake was still grumbling, turning his wheelchair around and wheeling to their final destination. Your wide eyes drooped as you looked up at your uncle, "papa go?" As response, Tommy took you in his arms yet again, rubbing his thumb against your cheek. "Don't worry kiddo! We are following pa for food! Hungry for eggs?" He tickled your stomach, causing you to squeal. "Yes egg!"

"So? What is it going to be, pa?" Tommy sat back down, slapping his brother's thigh with his hand. This took too long for him. He wanted to go back to wherever he came from and chill. Not play ghost therapist.

"Will I hurt anyone if I go back?"

"Only one way to find out, pa."

Pa. That terrible nickname Tommy called him when he entered fatherhood because of you. Even though it was a terrible nickname, he had earned this nickname by being a father.

He could earn it again by choosing to live and be a better father.

For Neteyam.

For Lo'ak.

For Tuk.

For Kiri.

For you.

"His heart rate is increasing drastically!!" The fast beeps of the heart monitor rang through the room. Neytiri's ears perked up at that sound, gently removing her tear-stained face from her mate, "what does that mean, demon?" Her grip on Jake was tight as she spoke, silently praying to Eywa that that meant something good. Jake rose from his laying position, his body aching everywhere as he did so. He frantically scanned the room as he sat up, his eyes immediately landing on Lo'ak. "Sir I'm so sor-" it hurt Jake to know that those words would be the first thing that his son would say. An apology. And that word. Sir. He despised it. To cut Lo'ak off, Jake wrapped his arm around his son, immediately pulling him into a hug, "I'm glad you're okay, my son." With his other arm, mind you, that was incrediblt bruised and bloody, he brought Neytiri close to him, also pulling her into a hug, "I'm home, yawne." Lo'ak's eyes were wide at the previous sentence. No scolding. No screaming. No words of degredation. Just him. His son. Lo'ak te Suli Tsyeyk'itan.

"Sissy are you sure about this?" Neteyam watched as you tried to get up, an awkward grip on you as he didn't know how to hold you because of the size difference. You nodded your head as black spots covered your vision, "I'm going to dad. You should check up on Kiri and Tuktuk." But Neteyam didn't agree with this dismission. He wouldn't leave you alone. Not in this state, both mentally and physically unstable. "No sissy, I'm staying with you. You shouldn't be alone feeling like this, let's go." Without listening to anymore of your protests, he carried you in his arms firefighter carry style, your body dangling off yours. "Neteyam put me down!!"

"No!!" He was being a stubborn little brother right now, but you didn't mind. It was actually pretty nice. Neteyam jogged towards the labs with you on his shoulder. There were a lot of pods, so he ended up asking a human passerby, who points them to the lab your dad is in. He thanked the human before continuing on his way. "Sissy open the door!" He crouched a bit as your hands touched the doorhandle of the lab they were presumably in. You obeyed his request as you pushed the door open, Neteyam barging in with big steps, "Where's dad!?" He glared at the humans, who instead of answering gaped at the future Olo'eyktan. "I don't want to repeat myself, where is dad!?" As a shaky voice answered him, his head flinched to face the human, tilting his head to awaiten an answer. The human ended up pointing instead of talking, too nervous to say anything. You quickly thank him, as Neteyam didn't think of replying, your not so little Na'vi brother carrying you to your dad like you requested. Of course he wanted to see his father as well. As the two of you stood in front of the closed door where presumably your father would be in, you opened your mouth to speak, "You can put my down Teyam. It's okay, thank you so much." He smiled at the sound of your voice, his ears twitching as his tail swished from side to side. He obeyed your orders and crouched down, allowing you to step off his shoulders. You still held on his arm though, as you still felt dizzy. Your hand moved to the doorhandle as your breath hitched in your throat. Neteyam looked down on you, giving you a reassuring headrub, "I'll be here." Your eyes wandered to his face as you nodded with a smile, facing the door and pushing it open. All eyes watch how the door opened and you shyly smiled at your father.

"Daddy?"

A/N: goodbye this part is too messy. Might switch to standalone oneshots after "opposites attract" cause this and writing an entire novel truly is a lot. Thank you so much for reading and lmk your thoughts. <3

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[violette-hue]

Fated | (01)

Summary: Azriel is forced to find some sort of release after being barred from pining for Elain. He finds a lovely distraction at Rita's.

Trigger Warning(s): minors do not interact, 18+, SPOILERS, smut, partying, one night stand, not proofread

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: Making this, hopefully, into a series :)

Azriel should have been furious, or at least insulted. Instead he felt relieved to get a few days off. When Cassian had commented on his recent crankiness and Rhysand had agreed, he was more than ready to defend himself. But then Rhysand had suggested he take a much needed break. And then Cassian had made the comment about getting laid. He wasn’t wrong. 

For weeks, Azriel and Elain had been teetering on the edge of teasing and flirting. For weeks Azriel had gotten so close to being with her, feeling skin against skin, cock buried deep within her. Yet, at every opportunity, something—or someone—had interrupted. Rhys. Cas. Feyre. Even Nyx, from time to time. Azriel new Rhys didn’t want him with Elain, but now it was starting to feel like everyone else was in on it. Conspiring against him. 

But would they really be conspiring against him if they gave him a few days off to fuck? 

Azriel took a deep breath as he entered Rita’s. He wasn’t really sure what to look for. A blonde, like Elain? A brunette? He wasn’t even entirely sure he’d be able to pull anyone. Elain was still plaguing his mind. It was her he wanted, after all. Maybe he should just go home and sneak into her room. 

Just as he was about to turn to leave, someone caught his eye. His eyes trailed over the curves of her body, drinking her in. She was beautiful, one of the most beautiful females he’d ever seen. The lights caught on the sparkles of his dress, and for a brief moment, Elain was forgotten. It was just Azriel and the female. She was surrounded by a group of what he assumed was her friends. As he watched her hips sway to the beat, he convinced himself he could do this. If not for his satisfaction, then for some sort of release. 

Azriel made his way to the bar and ordered a drink. His eyes never left the female, and he could have sworn her eyes crossed his. A shiver of static ran down his spine at the brief eye contact. He wouldn’t leave without trying. 

Another moment of eye contact had him clutching his drink tightly. He watched as the female smiled knowingly. He stood, his drink discarded and walked toward her. At this point, the female had moved away from her friends, and was now looking at him boldly with sweet, sultry look. 

“I don’t think I’ve seen you here before,” the female said, her voice carrying over the music. Her voice wrapped around his brain like a mist, a hot, heavy mist that filled his veins with desire. 

“I haven’t been in a while,” Azriel responded. His eyes drank the female in front of him in. She was much more beautiful up close.

“I must be lucky.” Azriel carefully watched the female’s tongue dart across her lips, moistening the chapped flesh. “Do you want to dance?”

Azriel found himself smiling, nodding subtly. His hands found purchase on her hips as they swayed to the rhythm of the song playing. Their bodies grazed each other as they moved, electricity buzzing between them with each touch. The female turned, and her luscious ass found place against him. His cock twitched at the intimate contact. He internally groaned. It had been too long since he was able to do this. His hands roamed from the female’s waist to her abdomen against the silky fabric of her dress. His fingers traced the area just below her navel, where there should be an extra bump of fabric clothing her sex. He found none, and nearly had to bite his tongue to control the sudden impulse to take her in front of everyone. 

“Let’s get out of here,” Azriel found himself saying, his lips brushing against the shell of the female’s ear. “To the alley.”

The female in his arms nodded her head and started for the alley. Azriel was close behind her, his hands never leaving her hips. His cocked twitched in his pants from anticipation. Just a few more steps, a rounded corner and he’d be buried to the hilt within this unnamed female. Should it have bothered him that he cared more about what her sex felt like than what her name was? It should, he concluded, but he needed this. He supposed he could find out the female’s name quickly. At least to not treat her entirely like walking release. 

The brisk autumn air kissed Azriel’s face as they finally reached the alley. Within seconds, he had the female against the wall, lips against hers with a devouring fever. The female returned the kiss, her back arching off the wall of Rita’s. His blood bubbled under his skin, and kissing her wasn’t enough. Running his hands over her breasts wasn’t enough. He thought he’d be able to play with her a bit, feel out her sex. But he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to wait. 

Azriel shoved a hand down his leathers and freed his cock. The autumn breeze felt soothing against the heated flesh, and he pumped himself once, then twice. He pushed the female’s dress up her thighs enough to reveal her dripping sex. He licked his lips and rest the tip of his cock against her entrance. He groaned softly with the contact. 

“Is this okay?” he asked, his breath low and husky.

The female nodded, hips wiggling for more friction. “I didn’t get your name,” she breathed, her fingertips digging into his shoulders.

He pushed himself inside her, moaning as her puffy walls embraced his length. “Azriel,” he ground out. He snapped his hips against hers and relished at the lewd sound it made. His arms tensed, his fingers digging into the fleshy part of her hips. “Yours?”

“Y/N.” Her voice was breathy, broken up by moans. She felt so good around him, so – right. 

His thrusts became rougher, deeper and his mind couldn’t form a coherent thought. She tightened around him like a vise as her moans became louder and higher. His name left her lips in an utterance, like a prayer. The sound of the way she moaned his name sounded like pure bliss. Azriel found himself too close to the edge too soon, but so did this beautiful female. Within a few more strokes, she was a moaning mess underneath him. Her fingernails grazed against the base of his wings, and Azriel came with a loud moan. 

Azriel stood there for some time, forehead leaning against her shoulder and breathing heavily. His grip loosened against her hips, but still held her firm enough to keep her held up. A sudden shame filled Azriel. He didn’t intend to finish that quickly, but at least she finished, too.

He raised his head, eyes meeting hers and smiled softly. “Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “For the, uh, quick finish.”

He watched as a dazzling smile crossed Y/N’s features. “I think mine was a bit quicker than yours,” she responded. Her hands ran gently along his shoulders and biceps. “Maybe we can do this again? For a little longer?”

Azriel smiled, and nodded before he could logically think. Some release every now and then wouldn’t be too bad, especially if he were being micromanaged around Elain. 

“Maybe we can go back to my place?” she suggested shyly. Her hips rolled against his gently as an indicator to what she meant. Azriel didn’t have to think logically to answer her question this time. 

#a court of thorns and roses #a court of thorns and roses smut #a court of thorns and roses imagine #a court of thorns and roses drabble #azriel smut #azriel x reader #azriel x y/n #azriel imagine #azriel drabble #azriel shadowsinger #azriel #azriel acotar #azriel fic #azriel x you #acotar #acotar fic #acotar azriel #violette-hue #fated

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Sudden Appearances Make For Good Times (Supernatural Drabble)

Castiel x GN!Reader / requests are open / 18+

Summary: Castiel learns his best moves from the pizza man.

Fic type: smut-lite (just making out, really)

SPN: @wereallbrokenangels (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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Castiel had appeared suddenly behind you and without warning. He'd startled you so badly that you had almost stabbed him with your Rabbi-blessed angel blade. You'd narrowly missed stabbing him right through the arm as he rose it to deflect the attack.

"Cas- fuck, you know better than to sneak up on a hunter- are you joking?" You dropped the blade just as soon as your brain caught up with who it was you were trying to knife.

Castiel eyed you carefully, one hand still gripping your wrist and the other slowly wrapping around your waist. His warm hands, slid further around your waist, your hips and then finally your back. The Angel pulled you toward him and firmly planted his lips on yours.

He let go of your wrist and you immediately wrapped it around the base of his neck. You heard the clatter of the blade hitting the motel floor and pulled him towards you. You walked the two of you backwards until you hit the console table against the very thin wall of your room.

Castiel's hips crowded against your thighs and you widened your legs further to allow him as close as possible. You both fought for dominance over the kiss, hands trailing under each others' clothes and teeth nipping at skin playfully- almost harsh enough to draw blood.

"Cas-" you gasped as he began sucking a mark into the skin right over your clavicle. "For- for an Angel, you're really raunchy," you laughed, tilting your head back to allow him as much access as he could ask for.

When he pulled back, you took a moment to appreciate his flushed cheeks and his blown-wide eyes, the pupils taking over his iris in an involuntary bodily admission of his lust.

"Dean gave me recommendations for more pizza man videos," he answered. You arched your brow, not entirely knowing what that meant and yet having a pretty good idea at the same time. Those fucking Winchesters. Absolute menaces.

"Porn?" You snorted, hands reaching around to grab his ass and pull his hips against you closer. "Oh honey, no. If you want to learn about sex, you don't want to learn from porn."

Castiel's brow furrowed briefly before smoothing out again. Roughly, he trailed his fingers over your belly and down to where you needed him most.

"As far as I can tell," he said darkly, eyes flashing bright blue for a moment with lust, "you have yet to complain."

Well, you couldn't argue with that, could you?

#supernatural #supernatural fic #supernatural fanfic #spn fic #spn fanfiction #supernatural x reader #spn x reader #castiel x reader #castiel x you #spn smut #supernatural smut

[hoes4lino]

Late nights 🌃 | LMH

WARNING ⊂✦⊃ This story contains suggestive content, minor injuries, swearing as well as slut shaming (fluff?); minors please don’t interact, please beware of what you consume online.

Genre: Enemies to lovers

Word count: 3.2k

Summary: Who would say that after years of despising his existence he would end up in your bed.

Authors note: I’m a sucker for enemies to lovers. (Also I was lazy to spell check srry T-T)

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It was around 3am on a Saturday morning, the dim lights of the city illuminating your room, the light sound of the rain hitting your window, it was the perfect set up to cuddle with your cat while you watched kdramas on your bed.

Your eyes felt heavy, your body was comfortable in the coziness of your bed, slowly closing them you felt how you drifted to a slumber sleep.

Maybe it was the loud thunder or the cries of you cat, but you jumped out of your bed, annoyed and scared as you heard your doorbell ringing nonstop. You walked towards the door slowly trying to make no sound.

Stumbling through the darkness you grabbed an umbrella, just in case you had to defend yourself— your mouth was slightly parted as you spotted the brun haired boy standing in front of your apartment door. His face had few bruises and scratches, seems like he got into a fight. He kept ringing the doorbell, you brain trying to decide whether you should open it or not.

You met Minho at a club about two years ago, he was a mutual friend— however, you two never seemed to click, always getting on each others neck; you didn’t really considered him a friend but he was always around cause he was part of your friend group.

The sudden silence that echoed your apartment made you snap out of your thoughts, peeping again through the peephole you spotted him with a concerned face as he stared to his side, panic filling his eyes.

In that moment you knew he was in desperate need of help, you snatched open your door and pulled him in, locking your door and hoping whatever was after him didn’t notice he went inside your apartment.

“Took you long enough” He scoffed, carefully touching his busted lips. You looked at him up and down annoyed, some of his wounds were dripping blood and his cloth were dirty “Don’t make me snitch on you” He smirked as he leaned forward “I know you are an asshole but you would never” He said with his raspy voice— You simply rolled your eyes at him, looking at him from head to toes once again.

“Why are you here?” You questioned him, arms wrapping in front of you chest— you looked pissed “None of your business” he spat, making you scoff once again “It is when you come to my house beaten up at 3am” You said in disbelief.

A small smile adorned his face as he looked at you mischievously, he always loved pushing your buttons, it gave him some sort of satisfaction “You won’t like the real reason of why I’m here. So lets pretend am being chased by a thief” Your eyes widen in disbelief “A thief chasing you?!? And you brought him to my apartment building? You want to get me killed or something? He shrugged and looked at you “maybe? It was the first place that came to mind”

You seriously couldn’t stand him, how dare he come to your apartment this late all beaten up and with a criminal chasing after him. It was also the audacity he had to talk about it like it wasn’t a big deal.

“You are seriously going to kill me someday” You sighed as you grabbed his arm and walked him to your bathroom “What are you doing” You signaled him to sat on the toilet “Isn’t it obvious?” You said annoyed as you searched for a first aid kit in the bathroom drawer.

He looked at you as you grabbed a towel and poured some hydrogen peroxide. You were wearing your silk pijama dress, it looked as delicate as you, your puffy eyes and messy hair gave him a hint that you were probably sleeping before he came to interrupt.

You walked towards him and kneeled in front of him, snapping him out of his thoughts once you carefully tapped the towel on his face. He hissed at the contact, the hydrogen peroxide burning his skin “Fuck” he yelp “Don’t be a bitch be gentle” he spat as he grabbed the counter besides him.

You laughed at his squirming “Stop being a baby” You teased— He straighten his body and looked deeply into your eyes “Im not a baby” He scoffed, swallowing his pain. It was quiet for a second, his heartbeat and breathing being audible, for some reason it brought you some kind of comfort.

“You need to stop staying too late at clubs” you mumbled while continuing to clean his wounds. He rolled his eyes “Aweee you care about me??” He said in a playful tone while tilting his head, a smug adorning his face.

You shook your head “Don’t make this about yourself, I’m just saying so you never come back to my house at this hours” He doesn’t know why but your words sting his heart, He doesn’t want to admit it but it does.

He scoffed “Says the slut that always passes out at the clubs” You stop cleaning him and looked at him, anger filling your eyes “What did you say?” He leaned closer to your face “I’m pretty sure you heard me loud and clear” He gave you a thin smile.

You never knew why Minho was like this, always defensive. No matter the situation— he always had something to say about you “I don’t get why you are being so defensive right now” You say softly as your gaze moves back to his scratches, this time pressing the towel hard on his wounds. He hisses and throws his head back.

“You did that on purpose” He groans, his eyes tight shut “Did I? I’m sorry” You proceed to press even harder, liquid dripping from the towel to his wounds. He moves one of his hands to grabs yours, both of you forcing against each other.

“Let go” You hissed, trying to remove your hand from his strong grip, however, he wouldn’t budge “I’m tired of you” He said out of nowhere, you stop forcing and looked at him confused. “Excuse me? You tired of me? You are the one interrupting my sleep” At this point you thought Minho was a social experiment to test how long it would take for you to reach your limit.

It was quiet for a minute until he started talking “You are always batting your pretty lashes at anyone who walks your way” He probably noticed by your face that you were confused as hell in that moment, he scoffed “Now you are pretending you don’t know” You tilted your head to lock eyes with his “I know what you mean, I’m aware of my actions, however I don’t get how that involves you” He took a deep breath and mumbled something you didn’t quite catch.

“Oh c’mon, let’s be for real” He doesn’t really know why this conversation is frustrating him so much, its not like he cared or at least thats what he told himself “I was at our usual club making out with this hot chick when I heard the people besides us talking about you” He stopped his words, his hands turning into fists

“They were talking some nasty shit about you” He scoffed leaning his face closer to yours “Now don’t get me wrong, It’s not like I care about you, but the way they see you as a dirty little slut pissed me off” Minho didn’t realize he was still holding your arm until you squirmed at his grip, he let you go and gave you apologetic eyes before continuing “I stood up and next thing I know I was fighting against 5 guys, funny thing is not the first time I defend you like that”

You were aware of your flirty persona, always giving men false hopes in exchange of free drinks, however, you never expected for people to gather around and slut shame you. You have never slept with someone after a clubbing night, you were disgusted and uncomfortable, you didn’t like the image that was going on around about you.

Your gaze moved back to Minho’s he had a face of disgust, you were unsure if his expression was like that because of you or because of what those guys were doing, either way it didn’t feel nice.

Seeing that no words were coming out of your mouth he continued talking “Im so tired of protecting you behind your back” He sighed “I’m always getting in trouble because you can’t keep your cunt dry” Although you appreciate his gesture of protecting you— it pisses you off the way he is talking to you, personally you believe theres better ways to say this type of things.

“Well I never asked for your help did I?” You threw the towel to the side and stood up, his body mimicking yours and following you to the kitchen. You grabbed a cup of water and took a sip of it “So what? Should I just sit there and hear how they treat you like a slut?” He scoffed. Those words marked you limit, your body automatically throwing the cup of water to his face, your face was red in anger.

His laugh echoed in your head like an annoying fly, he tried drying his face as you stood up there looking how he laugh uncontrollably. You hated the way he could make you feel like nothing in matter of seconds, tears threaten to fall from your eyes but you refused to let him see you cry.

“I’m sorry” he chuckled “Im aware I crossed the line, however…” He walked closer to you, making you stumble as you take few steps back until your back hit the counter “You seriously need to stop giving me troubles, I just know they banned me from that club” He sighed frustrated, you look at him for a second noticing a drop of blood rolling down his chin from his lip.

Gently you swiped the blood away with your finger “Let me get you a band aid” The atmosphere felt dense, it was awkward. He genuinely felt bad for crossing the line, however, he wasn’t good with words so he had no clue how to apologize.

You took him again to the bathroom finishing to clean his wounds, as you finished up by putting a band aid on the corner of his lip you spoke “You should stay for the night” You spoke softly looking at his eyes “But… I took my couch to the dry clean so… you can stay on my bed” His initial answer was to reject the offer and walk home, however, he felt like he was under a spell as you spoke to him so softly so… caring.

He cursed under his breath, eyes looking at you unsure “Are you sure you are comfortable with that?” He questioned afraid this was some type of prank— You slightly nodded “Knowing the type of crybaby you are I can’t make you walk home covered in wounds, I just know you will accuse me with Jisung” You scoff, cleaning up the area. He chuckled “You have a good point right there”

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It was around 6am you could feel the light sunlight creeping in your curtains, you groan your eyes slowly opening. You tried to move, however, you couldn’t— you look down to see what was stopping you, your breath hitching as you see Minho’s arm wrapped around your waist. That’s when it hit you. The soft breath hitting your neck, he was cuddling you in his sleep.

You tried to ignore it, his arm around your waist, his warm breath hitting your neck, the way your pajama dress rolled up to your mid ass. But there was one thing you couldn’t ignore. His morning wood, the way it was pressed against your almost bare ass.

You closed your eyes shut trying to think on other things, get some distraction. You hated to admit you were getting turned on by the second. Your body froze as you felt him shifting on the bed, his body only pressing closer towards yours, he snuggled his head on the crook of your neck.

He mumbled softly “Are you awake?” His words tickled your neck, slightly squirming under him. You nodded, you couldn’t dare and use your words, afraid your voice might sound shaky or unstable. He hummed at your response “Im sorry…” He lightly rubbed your belly with his thumb “I can’t control it” He said embarrassed, slowly moving away from your body.

“Do you mind if I use your shower?” He asked his eyes wide open looking at the ceiling “Sure” You said nonchalantly, slightly disappointed at the lack of his body warmth. He stood up and left to the shower, after that you two shared breakfast. It was rather silent as you both drank your coffee, no one knew what to say or what to do…

The moment he left your apartment you felt a weight leaving your shoulders— you could finally breathe in peace, you look down to stare at the kitty rubbing against your legs, “What am I going to do” You squirmed running to your bedroom. Once there you threw yourself on your bed, kicking your feet and screaming on the pillow replaying the moment in your head. You grabbed your phone to call your best friend asap.

You hoped she would kick some sense into you… however, she left you feeling even more confused about Minho, her words being “Maybe you too should have sex to break the tension” The thought of having sex with Minho made you wanna puke, not in a bad way but in a way you can’t really describe.

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“Literally what the hell is wrong with you” You snatched your arm from his grip. You where at a frat party with your friends, you were hooking up with someone when Minho basically dragged you to an empty room.

“What’s wrong with me? More like whats wrong with you” He snarked back, his eyes looking like big dark orbs. “Well I was having some fun until you came” You said at him annoyed, you have no idea what his business was here but it was pissing you off.

He chuckled, his laugh echoing in the whole room “If by having fun you mean sleeping with anyone, then go ahead” He gesture his hands towards the exit. His attitude make you confused and mad, your eyes rolling as he kept his gaze focus on yours.

“Look Minho” You took a deep breath trying to keep yourself well collected “I don’t know what your business is right now but maybe and Yeji was right when she said to fuck you to break the tension” You spat at him, your body straightened and arms crossed over your chest. He took a moment to process your words, his mouth slightly parting to say something when you spoke again.

“You are literally so annoying, always treating me like a god damn child, also picking up a fight with me, like get a damn lif-” Your words were interrupted as his lips crashed on yours, his body pushing you towards the door.

His lips felt soft and smooth against yours, his gentle touch on your face felt angelical. A moan escaped your lips as you felt his tongue touching the bottom of your lip as for asking permission to enter. The more passionate the kiss got the wetter and messy it got. Whimpers and kissing sounds lingered around the room, the back ground music from the party adding to the vibe.

The whole situation was a mess, two people that didn’t like each other craving for each other touch— its funny how unexpected life is… isn’t it?

He sat you on his lap, your hips grinding on his thigh begging for friction. He caressed your body so gently, god damn he was driving you insane. He was trying to engrave every sensation into his brain, taking in your scent, your vanilla perfumed combined with the intoxicating smell of tequila. He gasped in delight, slowly pecking your neck and nibbling your ear.

“I hate you” He groaned as you moved your hand down to touch his boner, you chuckled “Always had an impact on me like you put me on some type of smell” He whispered against your ear as he placed his hands on yours hips to help you get some friction.

You threw your head back and moaned slightly “I hate that you are not mine” He said softly, his words making you stop to look at him. His look. In that moment you felt like you were the most gorgeous woman in this earth.

The way he looked softly at you with his eyes. Minho was bad with feelings but his eyes never lie. You took a moment to process the situation, your neck felt sore, probably adorned with a couple hickeys. Your lips were plumped. The man you were sitting on had a lipstick trail from his face to his chest. His white shirt was unbuttoned, his hair was messy.

Was this a dream? You confirmed it wasn’t when he kissed you again this time, slowly more passionate… it felt intimate yet slutty. That kiss unveiled a thousand feelings that were trapped in a jar of hate. “God damn I can’t let go” He said in between kisses while groaning.

You were both getting drunk on each other, it was a passionate feeling you have never experienced before, the fact he was someone you thought you hated with your whole soul made it more intriguing… more risky.

You two were so captive by the moment that the laugh echoing behind you was ignored by your brain until a bright light illuminated the room. Both of you jumping off each other to stare as Jisung and Yeji who were laughing their asses off.

Yeji stopped laughing to groan at Jisung “Guess I owe you $50 now” She rolled her eyes handing the money to Jisung, who kissed the money and placed it on his pocket. Jisung giggled, slowly walking out with Yeji “You too keep doing your lovers thing” He teased before closing the door.

Minho and you shared an embarrassed look before laughing “Why don’t we move this matter to my house?” You said in a mischievous tone “I don’t know what you are talking about” He teased, while buttoning his shirt “But I would love to” He smiled at you genuinely before reaching to grab your hand and walk out of the party.

#lee know #skz smut #skz fluff #lee know fluff #lee know smut #stray kids #lee know imagines #leeknow smut #minho smut #enemies to lovers #lee minho smut #lee know x reader #leeknow imagine #oneshot #shu porang porang linos

[holylulusworld]

Shopping trips

Summary: Bucky loses you.

Pairing: Beefy!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader, Bucky x Alpine :)

Warnings: fun, crack, fluff

A/N: This random drabble got inspired by this post.

“Crap, we lost her,“ Bucky curses under his breath. He dips his head to look at Alpine on his left shoulder. “I told you to keep an eye on her. Now she’s gone again.”

Your boyfriend sighs deeply. He looks at the shopping cart in front of him, filled with things you don’t need but insisted on buying.

Bucky inhales sharply as he realizes that you mean so much to him that he agreed on buying fluffy pillows and soap smelling like lavender.

“We should never separate at a home décor store, punk.”

“Sir, can I help you?” One of the store employees asks. He was watching Bucky talk to his cat and believes your boyfriend is nuts, or a shoplifter trying to distract people by talking to his cat.

“I lost my girl at your store,” Bucky mutters. The last thing he needs is a nosy guy sticking his nose into Bucky’s business. “I need to find her. Uh-she wanted to get more candles.”

“Maybe you should call her.”

Bucky rolls his eyes. “She doesn’t have her phone with her. It’s no phones day.”

The shop employee looks at Bucky as if your boyfriend lost his mind. “What?”

“No calls. No work. Just spending time with my—” Bucky bites his tongue. “It’s none of your business how my girl and I spend our Saturday. Now get out of my sight so I can look for her.”

“Fine,” the man snaps at Bucky.  

“The audacity,” Bucky pushes the shopping cart along the aisle while looking around to find you. “Doll? Where did you go to?”

He stops in his tracks, huffing as you are nowhere to be found. “Alpine, we gotta find mommy!” Bucky looks left and right before he does the only thing coming to his mind.

“DOLL!“ Bucky calls for you. “DOLL!”

“Hot Stuff!“ You answer immediately. While you were roaming the shelves, you got a little too distracted and forgot where you left Bucky and Alpine.

“Uh-this came from the candles section, right?” Alpine meows loudly. He jumps off Bucky’s shoulder to search for you on his own. “DOLL!”

“HOT STUFF!”

People watch you and Bucky from different parts of the store. They shake their heads and chuckle as you try to find your significant other.

“DOLL!”

“HOT STUFF!”

You sigh when Bucky pushes the shopping cart in your direction. “DOLL! Fuck!” He leaves the shopping cart behind to wrap his arms around you. “Babe don’t get lost again. My heart can’t take it.”

You chuckle as he scolds you for running off on your own. Bucky presses you to his chest and buries his nose in your hair. “I was only looking at the candles.”

“Admit it. You got lost too,” he lifts his head to look down at you. Bucky grins as, last time you entered the home décor store, he got lost. Now you are even.

“I didn’t get lost,” you grumble. “Getting distracted at this place is easy. I found all those nice candles and a new blankie. Look.” You point at the shopping cart you filled with candles, more pillows, and the new blankie.

“You got more pillows.” His features soften when his eyes land on the second shopping cart you filled with all the things you want to use to turn your home into an even cozier place for you and Bucky.

“I got candles too.” You grin. “One is called Kamasutra Dreams.” You whisper in Bucky’s ear. “It’s an erotic candle.”

“Sir is that your cat!” Bucky groans when the same guy annoying him earlier points at Alpine sitting on top of one of the shelves filled with candles.

“Alpine. There you are.” Bucky pats his shoulder. “We found Mommy. Let’s go home.”

Alpine hisses at the store employee. He jumps off the shelf and waltzes toward Bucky, meowing loudly.

“Come here, punk.” Bucky crouches down so Alpine can jump on his shoulder. He carefully gets back up to make sure Alpine won’t fall off his shoulder.

“Aw, my two favorite men,” you coo and pat Bucky’s cheek. “After we paid for all the new things for our home, I’ll invite you for lunch.”

“Hmm…” Bucky glances at the erotic candle in the shopping cart. “I’m more interested in getting to know more about this candle…”

Tags in reblog.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x reader #beefy bucky #beefy!bucky barnes #Shopping trips #beefy bucky barnes x reader

[brenbofen]

Dan Heng x AMAB Reader ♥︎

Notes 🗒️ ~ Sub Dan Heng, Dom AMAB Reader, Belly Bulge, Praise, Anal, Reader has a big dick, Slight fluff at the end. !! Not Proof Read !!

Recently a new member of the express had been plaguing Dan Heng’s thoughts. That member was you. Late at night he would find him self tossing and turning in his bed, your face the only thing on his mind. During the day he would avoid you, your presence always grabbing his attention and never letting go if he got too close. Face becoming flushed any time you two made contact, the slightest brush of the finger tips making warmth gather in his stomach.

Of course you acted oblivious to this, though other members of the express noticed it, March 7th found it funny how Dan Heng’s stoic persona crumbled any time you were near. You found it so entertaining, leaning closer to him when speaking, sitting uncomfortably close to him, making sure your hands touch whenever you passed something off to him, seeing the way his face went red and he struggled to speak made your own thoughts wander. You wanted to break him so badly.

Currently you found yourself leaning over Dan Heng as he showed you how to use the archives, you didn’t miss how he squirmed in his seat and his breathing grew heavy just from your presence. You placed a hand on his shoulder, Dan Heng’s body becoming rigged from your touch, “Thank you for helping me, Heng.” You spoke softly into his ear. You hummed, moving behind Dan Heng and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He didn’t push you away or object to your movements, he sat frozen in his seat, that warm feeling pooling in his stomach once again.

You slid a hand down his stomach, resting it at his hip. You peeked over his shoulder, noticing his growing boner. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you, baby?” Dan Heng shivered at the pet name, your breath hot against his skin. He squeaked out your name as you began to play with the waistband of his pants. “Something wrong?” Dan Heng didn’t respond for a moment, just watching your hand tug at his pants. “Ca-can we move somewhere else?” His voice was soft, almost as if he wasn’t fully present. You agreed, pulling away and letting Dan Heng get up.

He led you to his makeshift bed, sitting down on it and watching you carefully as you kneeled beside it. You leaned forward, one hand by Dan Heng’s hip to support your weight and the other on his chest. “Let me know if you get uncomfortable, ‘kay?” Dan Heng just nodded, breathing heavily as you moved closer and closer. You kissed Dan Heng, bringing your hands up to cup his face. It took him a moment to process what was happening but he soon relaxed, returning the kiss. You pulled away, moving to pepper kisses along his jaw.

Dan Heng was in shock, unable to process this was really happening. For weeks he had been imagining this day and it was actually happening. You tugged at the collar of his shirt, looking at Dan Heng for permission to undress him. He nodded, helping you remove his clothing until he was only in his boxers, then you went to do the same to yourself. You laughed at the way Dan Heng was practically drooling at the sight of your body, it was everything he had imagined. You leaned forward and began kissing and biting his neck and shoulders, excitement building in your chest when you found Dan Heng’s sensitive spot.

You continued to bite and suck the skin around Dan Heng’s collarbone, feeling his hands wrap around your neck as he gasped and whined. You were not going to forget this spot. You trailed your hand from his chest to the skin just above his dick. You felt Dan Heng’s nails dig into your skin, waiting for you to touch him, your hand hovering just above the sensitive skin. You began to tease him, massaging the skin there, your other hand squeezing his inner thigh. You heard small gasps and whines escape Dan Heng, mumbling soft pleas for your to touch him.

You laughed at his desperation, deciding to finally give him what he wanted. You slid your hand further down, pulling his boxers off. Dan Heng’s dick stood up, already leaking pre, waiting to be used by you. You pulled your lips from Dan Heng’s neck, watching him as you slid your hand up his dick. He shivered, arms still wrapped around your shoulders. You began to move your hand up and down his dick, whines and moans being ripped from Dan Heng’s throat. You had barely touched him and yet he was already breaking down in your hands, completely at your mercy.

You loved the power trip.

You admired what you had already done to Dan Heng, bite marks and hickeys littered his neck and shoulders, his eyes half lidded and glazed over as you continued to pump his dick. “You ever feel this good, baby?” You cooed, watching as Dan Heng shook his head quickly, pressing it into your shoulder. You decided you’d broken him down just enough, pulling your hand from his dick, a strained whine escaped Dan Heng’s lips, confused as to what your were doing.

You moved Dan Heng so he was sprawled out in front of you, he looked so beautiful. You removed your own boxers, dick springing out and hitting your stomach as you leaned forward. Dan Heng’s eyes went wide, you were so big. He so badly wanted to feel you in him, just the sight of your fat dick making his mind go fuzzy. You hummed, moved Dan Heng so you could have better access to his hole. Without warning you pressed a finger into him, Dan Heng practically screaming at the feeling. You slid another finger in, stretching him out. You felt him squeezing against your fingers, Dan Heng gasping and gripping the blankets under him. You laughed, “I’ve barely done anything.” You couldn’t imagine how he would act with your dick in him.

Eventually you pulled your fingers out, a frown covering Dan Heng’s face at the sudden emptiness ne felt. You lined up your dick with his hole, pressing the tip against it. Dan Heng whimpered as you pressed your tip into him. You pressed your dick further, when you reached the base you saw Dan Heng staring at the lump on his stomach, running his hand along it. You filled him up so perfectly, he felt every vein and curve of your dick inside of him. None of this fantasies could have prepared him for this feeling.

You slowly began to thrust your hips, feeling Dan Heng tighten around you. He felt so good, and once you found his prostate you couldn’t get enough of it. His mouth hung open as you picked up the pace, slamming your dick into the spot. His eyes were half lidded as moans escaped his lips, you loved seeing him like this. You leaned forward, muttering soft praises into his ears, Dan Heng whining as he clawed at your back.

You had completely broken Dan Heng down, the stoic man was lost and in his place was a man blabbering on about how amazing your dick felt, how amazing you made him feel. He just couldn’t get enough of you as you violently thrusted into him. “Mmphm- Pl-please slow down-!” Dan Heng cried out, amongst the pleasure he felt pain was beginning to coil in his stomach. But you couldn’t, you were so close to your high, continuing to pound into the man below you.

“Fuck- Heng I’m—“ You groaned once you came, Dan Heng’s stomach appearing bloated as you filled him with your cum. He came shortly after you and you both laid on his makeshift bed, panting as you came down from your highs. Dan Heng ran his hand over his bloated stomach, savoring the feeling of be stuffed full of your cum.

You slowly pulled out, watching as your cum spilled out of Dan Heng’s hole. You looked up at the man, his face was flushed and covered in sweat. You leaned forward, kissing him softly. “You did amazing, love. You’re so amazing.” You mumbled against his lips, sliding your hands along his sides. Dan Heng pulled you closer so you were laying on him. He mumbled a soft “I love you.” Pressing his face into the crook of his neck. The two of you dozed off, not caring if anyone walked into the archives and found you two like this.

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[tkaulitzlvr]

Hi! :3

I had an idea for a request

I thought of a tom x reader loosely based on "Hungover you"

like him and reader being best friends and somewhere along the line they spend a night together, but decide to forget it for the sake of their friendship (maybe they were a little drunk ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ who knows)

then many years later they're still friends but they realise that they really love each other

even if you don't write this i wanted to tell you i think your writing is amazing! don't feel pressured to make content, I'm sure all of your followers don't mind waiting for your fics because they are really amazing!

aa sorry for the long text! <3

IT’S YOU - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: they say feelings change with time, but yours couldn’t have stayed closer to the same. it has been three years since you hooked up with tom, and despite your promise to forget about it for the sake of your friendship, you can’t ignore the way you feel anymore.

content: smut (kinda) + fluff

a/n: thankyou soo much!! i put a christmas twist on this because i realised i haven’t made an xmas fic yet i hope that’s okay! pls be patient w me bc apparently i should spend every hour of every day writing fics according to some people… just to be clear this is a hobby and nothing more. i don’t get paid for this LMAOO sometimes i don’t want to write and that’s okay - most people are really understanding so thank you for that, but on a more positive note merry christmas i hope u all have a happy holidays!!!💗💗

the faint smell of gingerbread teases my senses, mind beyond overstimulated with the incomprehensible blur of conversations around me - the amount of alcohol in my system clearly not helping. every inch of the living room is pasted with the not so subtle reminder of the festive season: warm lights casting their glow across the walls, garlands decorated with small red and green baubles, though the most obvious sign sits in the corner of the room. adorned with baubles in every colour possible, with tinsel (quite messily) stretched across its dark green branches, multi-coloured lights twinkling dimly around it, reminding me why i love this time of year so much.

the chaos of the annual christmas party that had become tradition over the years never became something that i had gotten used to, the dull buzz in my stomach (admittedly from the alcohol too) never going away as i watch my surroundings, friends laughing obnoxiously loudly whilst their hands tear away the intricately decorated paper, revealing their presents.

“and this one is for you.” tom says, snapping me out of my daze as he reaches underneath the tree from where he sits beside me, returning with a small box in his hands. he passes it over to me, a proud smile on his face as i study the wrapping. a red bow placed messily on top, the wrapping paper creased at the sides, the tape used to hold it in place hanging off.

“did you wrap this?” i stifle a laugh, remembering how terrible my best friend is at anything remotely technical, not wanting to hurt his feelings.

“yeah, why?” he seems genuinely proud, and i decide to give him that sense of fulfilment, ignoring that a child probably could have done a better job.

“nothing, nothing. it’s great.” i return my eyes to the present, hands moving to tear away the paper. tom’s eyes remain glued onto me, excitedly awaiting my reaction. i open the box inside, revealing a gold necklace, a small locket in its centre. my mouth falls open, fingers carefully lifting the jewellery from its box, eyes studying it in awe before i turn my attention to tom.

“are you kidding me? it’s beautiful, oh my god!”

an even wider smile rests on his face at my reaction, his leg bobbing up and down nervously. he gestures to the locket as i turn my attention back to it, thumb clicking it open. tom and i. the picture in the centre shows tom and i, far younger, far more innocent than we are now. cheesy grins plastered on our faces, arms wrapped around each other’s shoulders as we look into the camera, wrapped up in our huge winter coats - standard for the weather in germany.

“i don’t even know what to say i- thank you.” i smile, reaching over and wrapping my arms around his frame. he seems taken aback, though soon returns the gesture, his arms resting on my upper back, hand patting it slowly.

“you’re welcome. i hope you like it.” he offers me a warm smile as we pull away, soon turning his eyes toward the rest of the room, watching as bill unwraps his present from georg.

hours have passed, and even if i tried, i don’t think i could come close to counting the amount of drinks i’ve had. i am beyond tipsy, swaying my head to the cheesy christmas songs that play from the tv whilst attempting to sing the lyrics - failing miserably as my voice comes out slurred and inaudible.

“you sound terrible.” tom’s voice, just as slurred as my own, causes me to stop my singing, turning to face him as he sits beside me, finishing off the remainder of whatever drink he has in his glass.

“thanks.” i mumble, grabbing the glass from his hands and shoving the last few drops down my throat, no longer flinching at its bitter taste. the room seems to become emptier, friends either leaving or finding a bedroom upstairs to sleep in, the darkness from outside reminding me that it is probably the early hours of the morning.

“they’re no fun.” i roll my eyes, pointing to the final few people walking out of the room tiredly, leaving tom and i alone. he hums in agreement as i reach forward, grabbing the half-empty bottle of vodka on the coffee table and pouring it into my mouth, taking a few large swigs. the faint burning in the back of my throat quickly subsides, prompting me to drink some more.

“lets play a game.” tom says from beside me, a loud giggle leaving my mouth at his sudden request.

“a game? what are we twelve?” i laugh, shaking my head and taking another drink, swirling the liquid that is still in the bottle around. “what game?”

“i don’t know, truth or dare?” he shrugs his shoulders, clearly not thinking straight. though i am in no position to judge him, the two of us too intoxicated to be able to think rationally.

“there’s only two of us though. that’s gonna be pretty fucking boring, don’t you think?”

he doesn’t respond, only shrugging his shoulders once again, prompting me to give in. i sit cross legged opposite him, signalling for him to go first.

“truth or dare?”

“hmmm….truth.” i mumble drunkenly, laughing to myself as my body sways to the side a little, almost falling completely off of the couch and onto the hard wood floor. he pauses, a mischievous smirk tugging at his lips as he appears to think as deeply as his intoxicated state allows him to, his eyebrows raising as he finally thinks of an idea.

“have you ever had a crush on anyone at this party?” he asks, leaning forward and resting his head in his hands, chuckling quietly to himself.

“bill, like four years ago.” i shrug nonchalantly, taking another swig from the bottle. if i were even remotely sober, i would have come up with some completely unbelievable lie, though the alcohol gives me the sudden confidence to confess, this a secret which i had silently vowed to take to the grave - until now.

“my brother? are you kidding?” his laughter is much louder this time, the room filled with it as he clutches his chest, eyes squeezing shut. at one point, i swear i see tears fall down his cheeks, my hand reaching to swat his chest, the effort pathetic as the alcohol appears to take away every ounce of physical strength.

we continue the game for another thirty minutes, the questions becoming more senseless as time passes, the dares even more abnormal as i sit with my small mini skirt off of my body and on the ground somewhere, tom now shirtless. the sober versions of ourselves would be watching in pure shame, though in the moment, this is the funniest thing we have ever done, drunken laughter pouring from our lips at every word that we say.

“your turn.” tom begins. “truth or dare?”

“dare.”

i expect him to think deeply about what to do, about ways to humiliate me in the worst way possible, taking advantage of the fact that he is in control, possessing the ability to make me do whatever his heart desires. but not only is he much quicker this time, his mind seemingly made up the second i had uttered the four letter word, his reply is one that i could never had been prepared for. though my drunken state brushes it off, unable to question, let alone refuse his demand.

“i dare you…to kiss me.”

i giggle quietly at his statement, widening my eyes in forged surprise and tucking my hair behind my ears, tom’s lips curved into a soft smirk as i slowly shuffle toward him. my legs wrap around his waist, arms wrapping loosely around his neck as his own rest around my waist. our faces are inches apart, small chuckles still leaving our lips as i situate myself comfortably, losing my balance and falling forward, my body collapsing onto his chest.

“whoops.” i mumble, bursting into laughter as tom does the same, trying to pick me back up as his hands place themselves onto my shoulders, pushing me upward so that i sit on his lap once again. though once i regain my balance, the small smile that rests on tom’s lips soon disappears, the laughter replaced by a heavy silence, thick with unexpected tension. his hands rest more firmly on my waist now, face seeming to get closer and closer to my own, so close that his breath fans onto my face, lips ghosting just below my nose.

his eyes look into mine, darkened and filled with lust, almost questioning whether he should make the move. the alcohol is still in charge, still the thing that fuels both tom’s and my own decision making, but behind the drunkenness, i see the real tom, and somewhere amidst the blur of alcohol and lust, i can tell that he is fighting with himself. though after a few seconds, the decision is made, seemingly with little debate as he pushes his lips onto mine harshly, taking my bottom lip between his teeth. the kiss is sloppy, messy, irrational, everything that it should be, fuelled by alcohol and unforeseen desire. but whether it is the bottle of vodka i had just drank talking, or the genuine need that only grows as each second passes, it feels right.

and tom’s actions show that he feels the same way. from our clothes being impatiently pulled off of our bodies, lips tangled in a heated mess, to his dick being inside me, something within me tells me that this should be happening, even if our drunken state is the cause.

“fuck…you feel so good.” he groans from above me, maintaining a steady pace, his words still slurred. sweat lines his body, starting at his forehead, his dreads resting on his shoulders, trailing down to his torso. and as i watch him move in and out of me, i take a second to admire his body - his skin, biceps, the way each muscle flexes slightly when he thrusts into me, my mind wondering how it had taken me this long to realise how hot he is. sure, i had known that he was attractive, his overly obsessive fans made that clear enough, but it had taken him being totally naked on top of me to realise that they have been right this entire time, and god, i want nothing more than this moment to last forever.

“i’m getting close.” he mumbles from above me, his head moving to rest in the crook of my neck, placing rough kisses there as his tongue moves across the skin in place of his mouth. when his dick begins to twitch inside of me, i soon realise that it can’t last forever, that in a few minutes, or when the alcohol wares off, we will have to go back to normal, to act like he didn’t just fuck me - his best friend of over ten years.

his head returns from my shoulder, a loud groan escaping his lips as i feel him shoot his cum inside of me, his eyes squeezing shut, lips slightly parted as he curses under his breath. and it doesn’t take long for my own release to follow, the loud moan that sounds from the back of my throat muffled by tom’s lips as he presses them onto my own, mumbling a quick ‘shhh’ against me. he rides out our highs, pulling out after a minute and collapsing on top of me, tired and breathless. we lay in silence, tom occasionally pressing quick kisses onto my shoulder, our bodies completely spent.

despite how little we speak about it, that night stays clear in my memory, able to remember it like it was yesterday, even though today marks three years since we did something that should have changed our friendship forever. sure, it was awkward for a little while after, but after the mutual decision to put it behind us ‘for the sake of our friendship’, blaming it purely on the alcohol, we had moved on, maintaining our close bond that had existed since we were kids. it seemed to special to ruin, too important to destroy for the sake of the possibility of falling in love, knowing that it would be too risky to pursue something, the small yet very real chance that it wouldn’t work out holding the ability to ruin our friendship forever.

but god, i would be stupid to deny the way my heart tugs at its strings whenever i see him, whenever i hug him in a way that is strictly platonic, wondering if somewhere he feels the same way as i do.

“you okay?” a voice snaps me out of my train of thought, my head turning to its source as tom’s brown eyes look into my own, a small smile on his face. i quickly nod my head, turning away and focusing on gustav as he takes a present from under the tree, flashing me a smile once he realises that it is from me.

tom doesn’t give in though, his voice interrupting my own from beside me as i am in the process of listening to gustav, a smile on his face whilst he thanks me for his gift.

“you sure?” tom asks, his voice low and uncertain, expression bordering confused when i forge a smile, reassuring him that i am fine, knowing that i am far from it, the reminder that three years ago things were so different still acting as a raw wound, despite how easily tom had seemed to get over it.

“no you’re not. come on.” he takes my hand, guiding me out of the room as i turn around, hoping that nobody had noticed, sighing in relief when i realise that they are all immersed in their own conversations. tom guides me into the kitchen, moving me so that my body is against the counter, his own in front of me, stopping me from leaving.

“what are you doing? the party is out there, bill was about to open the gift i got for him.” i furrow my eyebrows, attempting to leave the kitchen, though tom’s hand is quick to place itself on my wrist gently, pulling me back to rest against the counter.

“i can tell when you’re not okay. something is bothering you. what’s wrong?” his voice is much more serious this time, no longer holding that playful tone that it had before.

i sigh, breaking eye contact and staring at the ground, fingers reaching to play with the material of my christmas sweater, trying anything to distract myself from the tears that begin to pool at my waterline. i know that i can’t escape from this now, becoming aware that even if i attempt to lie, tom will see right through it.

“come on, you can talk to me you know? i’m your best friend-”

“that’s the fucking problem.” i mumble, silently cursing myself the second the words leave my mouth, praying that they were quiet enough for tom to not understand them. though when his eyebrows furrow, head tilting to the side, i quickly realise that he got every word. his mouth opens to speak, only for a few seconds as he closes it again, mind working faster than it ever has before, working to think of a response.

“what do you mean?” he asks eventually, my eyes meeting his own. his gaze softens when he registers the tears that fall down my cheeks. he reaches forward, his arms trying to wrap around my frame and pull me into a hug, though i refuse his embrace, not able to handle the emotional torture of another hug, knowing that it will never mean anything more than means of comfort, rather than an act of affection out of love. his eyebrows furrow in confusion when i push him away gently, his tongue moving outward to swipe against his lip ring, fingers adjusting the bandana that adorns his jet black braids - the one thing that is different about him since that day.

“why do you act like nothing happened?” i ask, my voice low and weak, eyes finally finding the courage to meet his own. he stays silent, knowing exactly what i am talking about without even mentioning it directly. because no matter how much we act like it never happened, i know that both of us will never be able to forget it, even if he acts like he has. i take his silence as i sign to continue, taking the opportunity to get this off of my chest. “you act like that night never happened, and it fucking infuriates me. you speak to me, you look at me, you hug me, but it’s not the same anymore. you can try and act like you don’t remember it, but i fucking can’t. i can’t sit back anymore and act normal around you knowing that we did it. and then you stand here and call me your fucking friend. it kills me that you don’t even care, that it means nothing at all to you-”

he cuts me off, though not with his voice. not with a quick remark, not with a reminder that we are just friends, that we can never be anything more; but with his lips, pressing them to my own. they are soft, just as i had remembered them, the coldness of his lip ring just as addictive as it had been the first time. and though it only lasts a few seconds before he pulls away, it still ignites that spark within me that had been lifeless since we had promised to forget about what had happened. his forehead rests against mine, hands pulling my body against his own as he wraps his arms around my waist.

“who said that i don’t care about what happened, hm?” his face remains inches away from mine, his hands reaching upward to wipe the tears that rest on my cheeks. he doesn’t pull back, instead pressing my body against his once again. “i think about it, all the time. and every single time, i think about what could have happened if we didn’t push it aside, if we actually acted on it. but then i remind myself that you didn’t want that, and i can’t lose you. so i just decided to not speak about it. but don’t think for a second that i forgot.”

i stay silent, unsure of what to say, trying to fathom what his confession truly means. is he saying that he feels the same way, or was the kiss out of pity, one to stop the tears that continue to fall?

“what are you saying?” i whisper, pursing my lips and looking at the floor, breaking eye contact once again. though it is only short lived, my eyes soon returning to look at his own as he lifts my face up, his hands now resting on either side of it.

“i’m saying that i don’t want to be just your best friend anymore. i don’t think my heart can handle that.”

my eyes widen, mouth opening to speak, finding myself at a loss for words as no sound escapes. once again, tom’s actions seem to speak louder than any words would have been able to, his arms scooping me up as he kisses me once again. it is gentler this time, lacking the lust behind that it had the first time we had kissed. it holds much more meaning behind it than just drunken desire. this time, it carries the silent promise of every single thing that i have ever wanted since that night - love.

“you know…i wasn’t totally shitfaced when i asked you to kiss me that night.” he says once he pulls away, a playful smile now tugging on his lips. i shake my head, pulling him by his shirt and kissing him once again. he smiles into the kiss, quickly reciprocating as he moves his lips against my own.

“oh my god.”

i quickly push tom away, his lips pink and swollen as he turns around, my eyes widening once i see bill standing in the doorway of the kitchen with some empty plates in either hand. his mouth is wide open, body standing completely still in shock.

“i’ll just…leave these here.” he quickly says, rushing toward the sink and practically throwing the plates in there, shooting me a quick glance before leaving.

i look upward at tom, who seems to be unfazed by the situation, his thumb reaching upward to swipe at the lipgloss that had stained his lips. he meets my gaze, shrugging his shoulders and wrapping his arm around me, pulling my body to rest against his own, our chests together.

“at least we don’t have to figure out a way to tell everybody else. bill would have told them all by now.”

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[lovinpelova]

healing energy | j. fleming

summary; reader experiences a career-threatening injury at ucla, jessie helps her through it.

🎵 i know alone - haim

the most excruciating pain you'd ever felt shot directly through your shin and kneecap, falling to the ground immediately with a howl of discomfort as you held your leg whilst looking up at the sky, tears immediately forming in your eyes from the sudden agony you were experiencing. you heard a whistle blow and felt medics by your side within moments, your arm going across your eyes to cover them in fear of looking down, knowing it would make the situation worse if you saw the state of your leg.

"hey, hey look at me y/n. you're okay, it's just a little bit of pain it'll go away soon, yeah?"

your girlfriends voice boomed throughout your ears as you quickly moved your arm away, reaching for her hand and squeezing after she prompted you to so you could focus on something else and let the pain out. jessie stayed by your side as you looked into her eyes to distract yourself, dreading the moment she'd have to let go and continue playing like nothing happened as you got carried off, promising she'd see you as soon as possible when the game finished.

you were playing against usc in a qualifier for the annual ncaa championship, the biggest rivalry since duke and unc being one you were part of. that also meant your opponents would be playing dirty. you were marking a fellow midfielder all game, the girl doing her best to stamp on your toes and shove you from behind whilst in the air or moving into space, a nasty slide tackle from her resulting in your current situation: dislocated kneecap and broken shin. the girl was obviously rewarded a red card for her dirty efforts and usc were down to ten players, ucla feeling just the same as they watched you get taken off in a stretcher.

after a couple hours of readjusting your kneecap, fitting a splint, putting a cast on your leg, finding the right size moonboot, waiting for crutches, being assigned painkillers, given a lecture on what not to do and receiving a knee brace you were eventually discharged from the emergency physiotherapy room. you hobbled out on your crutches and saw a visibly anxious jessie waiting outside biting her nails, eyes lighting up at the sight of you before they flickered down to the state of your leg, looking back up to your face in time to catch your sad smile and one of your arms opening wide for a hug.

the canadian sighed in relief before moving in to hug you, kissing the side of your head as she pulled away and further examined your state. she pulled the moonboot and painkillers from under your arm without a word, guiding you out towards her car where she opened the door and pushed the passenger seat back as far as it could go. jessie helped you in carefully and even buckled you in, kissing your cheek as you smiled at her in a grateful manner before she moved to place your crutches in the back and got into the drivers seat.

"i take it you wanna go back to our dorm?"

"yeah, that would be nice thank you."

she helped you out of the car and towards your dorm once you'd arrived, a slightly awkward silence falling between you as she practically lifted you up onto your bed and moved away to place your crutches somewhere safe.

"cuddles please jessbaby."

you quietly demanded, the brunette laughing and lying down next to you as you moved to lie facing away from her so she could hold you from behind, your leg needing to be held straight preventing you from lying any other way than on your back or side.

"you feeling okay my love?"

jessie asked quietly, her arms wrapping around your waist tightly as you sunk into her embrace with your hands resting on hers, tears suddenly welling up in your eyes at the mention of emotions. it reminded you of how you felt when you were first told how long you'd been out for and how bad the damage was.

"i'm out for nine months at least. six months to heal, three months rehab."

you spoke tearfully, the canadian not even needing to see your face to know you were crying as she sat up lightly and kissed along your shoulder comfortingly. her thumb stroked your skin to calm you down as she saw your breathing grow slightly ragged from your tears.

"it's gonna be okay babygirl. just take it one day at a time, yeah? i'm gonna be here every second of the way."

she encouraged, brushing your hair out of your face as she pulled you closer in an attempt to comfort you. it was working.

"plus you've got more time to spend with me now."

you laughed lightly at her teasing tone, loving how she could always find a way to cheer you up. (she'd be a bad girlfriend of three years if she couldn't.)

"you and your ego, fleming."

"you love my ego, y/l/n."

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you lugged yourself along the sidewalk with jessie to your right, insisting you walked on the inside since you'd met but being more protective of you since your injury occurred. she walked slowly to match your pace so you didn't feel pressured to move faster than you already were, your girlfriend smiling at the way you'd adjusted to using crutches and being away from football without difficulty.

jessie had woken you up that morning with soft kisses scattered across your face, adoring the grin you wore as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and stretched, reaching out to pull her closer. she'd made you breakfast in the common room kitchen across from your dorm and carried it back for breakfast in bed, eventually persuading you to get dressed so you could go out for ice cream like you promised last night after she suggested it. all you'd been doing the past two weeks was staying in bed wrapped in a blanket of misery, jessie not being able to comfort you due to classes and training she couldn't miss.

the canadian felt bad for leaving you so lonely, saying you should do something on the weekend to spend time together and making up ideas as she scratched your back whilst watching a movie, yourself dozing into sleep and deciding getting ice cream was a good idea. you'd be able to sit down comfortably somewhere to rest your leg, spend time with your girlfriend and get ice cream out of it. it was an all-around win!

the canadian held the door open for you as you arrived at the ice cream shop, smiling as you thanked her and pulling out a chair for you once she'd spotted a table free. you noticed a couple people staring at your leg, obviously wondering what you'd done to wear such an extensive knee brace and pot but ignored them, once they saw the 'ucla' logo and team number on the front of your hoodie they'd figure out you're a student athlete and leave you alone.

"strawberry and vanilla in a sugar cone coming up my girl."

she spoke whilst kissing you on the top of your head and taking note of your smile, realising this was the happiest you'd been in the last two weeks. jessie came back in a minute with two cones, identical but one with strawberry on top and another with vanilla on top, yourself rolling your eyes at how she always decided to go for exactly the same as you when it came to food. you also figured she would have paid and wouldn't let you pay her back so you didn't even bother bringing up the pointless feud.

"thanks copycat."

you joked as she handed you the cone with vanilla on top, smiling at her sweetly as she blushed with a grin in response. you quickly took a picture of jessie sat in front of you before she could hide from the camera, laughing at her groan of annoyance before showing her how cute the photo was. both of you began eating your ice creams as your girlfriend filled you in on what had been happening at training since you'd gotten injured, telling you all the drama and funny moments you'd missed out on so far.

"i can't wait to get back on the pitch."

"easy there tiger, you've still got a long way to go."

jessie joked as you finished up your ice creams, apologising quickly when she realised how the reminder could have upset you.

"just live in the moment like we always do. otherwise you'll lose focus and it could push your recovery time back further."

"it'll be easy to do that when i've got you distracting me the next six months."

"nine months you mean? i'm not leaving your side when you get to rehab stage. i'll be your own personal cheerleader."

you laughed at her impression of chanting your name and shaking imaginary pom-poms in the air, placing your hand on the table for her to hold. the canadian immediately obliged to your request, lacing your fingers together and rubbing her thumb over your knuckles.

"even if it means you have to miss a game or training session?"

you asked incredulously, not believing she'd even think about missing a tournament or set of drills to watch you bend your knee and learn how to walk again.

"even if it means i have to miss a game or training session."

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"baby, c'mon we're gonna be late!"

"i'm coming just give me a sec!"

you yelled back whilst adjusting your moonboot and making sure the bandage around your knee would stay in place, quickly hobbling out the bathroom with a grin on your face once you remembered you were (kind of) starting to walk again. jessie looked up from her phone and smiled as wide as you were, walking over to kiss you passionately.

"my girl is starting to walk again."

she mumbled proudly, looking down at your leg with her arms around your waist as yours went around her neck. it had been three months since you'd gotten injured and although your shin was still slightly fractured your knee was practically back to a fully functional level, a couple more stages of rehab needed and checkups every week before you'd be cleared to your next stage: learning to walk, run and play football again with a broken shin.

the new stability in your knee meant you could now bend your leg - you didn't know how much you could miss such a simple thing but you did - your shin almost being there meant you could put a small amount of pressure on it now too. though to ensure you didn't put too much pressure on it you still had to wear your moonboot, just to give it an extra bit of support before you were allowed to take it off in a month.

"i thought we were gonna be late, baby?"

you teased as jessie leaned in to kiss you again, the canadian groaning in annoyance whilst you dragged her out your dorm and towards her car. your friend from ucla two years older had just moved into a new house with a couple of her fellow alumni, they'd decided to adopt a dog after realising they all wanted one and were actually allowed to since they owned the house. none of them were able to be home today though due to majority going professional and having away matches/training and the others having work, feeling there was no one better to dogsit than you and jessie since she'd had so many dogs before and there was no way you were going to refuse spending the day with a puppy.

his name was bruno and he was still only seven months old, classed as a puppy but lucky for you they'd already potty-trained him. they suggested you just take him for a walk or go to the beach to be occupied for three hours before some of the girls texted you saying they were home, yourself and jessie excited to finally meet the dog they were constantly talking about in the groupchat you'd made.

you arrived at your friends house and before she could even greet you, bruno ran out to sniff at your feet, jumping onto jessies thighs as the two of you cooed at how adorable he was. he turned to you and sniffed your moonboot, turning to your other leg that wasn't completely messed up before jumping on that one instead, nuzzling his head into your thigh as he licked your hand in appreciation of the ear scratches you'd given him.

"you guys are gonna be okay with him today, right? if not we can always find someone else or one of the girls can call in sick-"

"nonsense! we'll manage, jessies had plenty of dogs before and i love him already."

you cut your friend off before she could go off on a rant about how she wasn't using you or anything, knowing what she was like. she smiled in return as she started smalltalk with jessie whilst grabbing brunos leash and some binbags, handing them to your girlfriend.

"you're on clean-up duty, you can't make her pick it up if she can barely walk."

"i think she would've been too disgusted to have this job anyways."

jessie returned whilst clipping the leash to brunos collar, both of you saying goodbye to your friend with a hug before setting off towards the beach, deciding bruno would be way too excitable to sit in a car for longer than five minutes. after a gruelling fifteen minute walk for your leg and a testing one for jessie - trying to get a puppy to not tug or stop and sniff everything is very difficult - you'd arrived at the beach. jessie spotted a bench beside some steps and pointed them out, yourself practically speeding towards them for a break as she let bruno off his leash, watching him run at a safe distance away. the girls had trained him well so far so he knew not to stray too much.

you collapsed onto the bench and let out a sigh of relief, jessie laughing at your exhaustion as she sat next to you with her arm around your shoulders. the next couple hours were spent with you and jessie throwing pebbles for bruno to chase or calling him back over to sit with you, one of the girls eventually texting that she'd gotten home early as you took a detour on the way back to spend more time with bruno. you'd both fallen in love with the puppy, who could blame you for wanting to spend more time with him?

he eventually started trailing behind as you walked back to your friends house, jessie picking him up as he adjusted to be more comfy in her arms and so he could look ahead to see where she was walking. you decided it was far too cute to not take a picture, so you pulled your phone out and snapped one with jessie smiling awkwardly and blushing like usual, leaning forward to kiss her cheek as a thanks for letting you take a picture.

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jessie laced her fingers with yours as you took your iced coffee from her, thanking her with a quick peck on her lips after she pouted them in silent request for one. you continued walking - yes, walking - down the farmers market aisle and looking at all the stalls beside you, pointing out ones you'd feel the other would like to look at. the canadian turned to you when you suddenly called her name, sipping her iced coffee as you took a picture of her, an unimpressed expression taking over her face as you grinned in return.

"you're so cute baby."

you commented, lacing your fingers once more as you continued walking along the stalls, eventually landing on one with camera films once jessie had spotted it. you watched her adoringly as she gushed over all the different types of cameras and films, talking to the stall owner about it for nearly fifteen minutes before deciding against buying anything once she learned the price of it all, the stall owner understanding and waving her off when she apologised.

you'd eventually reached the end of the farmers market (somehow without buying anything) and started walking back to the beginning so you could get to your last rehab session in time. jessie watched you proudly as you walked alongside her without a limp or needing support for the first time in close to a year, a smile forming when you turned to her after feeling her eyes on you.

"what? is there something on my face?"

"no, baby. i'm just so proud of you. you've come so far."

you blushed in response to her sudden praise and shoved her shoulder with yours playfully, leaning your head in the crook of her neck as she smiled softly at the small display of affection, loving how you weren't afraid to dote on her in public.

"i wouldn't have been able to do it without my personal cheerleader by my side."

"i'll still be cheering you on next week when you're back in training. and for the rest of your life, no matter what. i love you."

you moved your head up and tugged her arm to stop her from walking, one hand caressing her cheek gently as you kissed her passionately, the brunette smiling into the kiss before you broke away.

"i love you so much. i don't know what i'd do without you."

jessie kissed the side of your head as she pulled you into a tight hug, grabbing your hand again a few moments later and continuing to guide you towards your shared university campus where you had one final session of rehab before you were cleared to start playing football again- and you can bet your entire team was waiting in the gym to watch and cheer you on.

at the beginning of your injury you were unbelievably miserable, starting to become a vegetable in your dorm and almost sobbing your eyes out once you felt the pain running through your leg after waking up every morning, remembering you had to wait close to a year before doing the one thing you loved; play football. your girlfriend saw you were struggling and immediately ran into action, distracting you in the best ways possible and not giving you a chance to think about your situation even when you were sat in silence together, always knowing how to cheer you up.

all you ever needed was a little positivity - some healing energy - and that's exactly what jessie gave you.

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[cas-skz]

Sleepless Night

chan x female!reader

| non-idol au | fluff/smut | established couple |

Chan has trouble sleeping and when you find him awake in the middle of the night, you do your best to comfort him.

18+!! MDNI plz&thnx

writers note: am feeling soft for channie. kinda missed writing. hope I can keep up with it this time lmao

ENJOOOOOY cas

The clock said 2:42AM. The spot next to you where Chan slept now taken over by your dog Nana.

You knew why he wasn’t in bed and it broke your heart every time.

Grabbing his shirt from earlier, you tossed it on your naked body before tiptoeing into the hall way, the faint sound of League of Legends came from the game room.

His sad brown eyes met yours as you appeared in the doorway, a soft smile crossing his lips. “Hi love.”

“Couldn’t sleep?”

“I was for a bit..” Chan’s eyes drifted back to the keyboard, “I had a bad dream and couldn’t fall back asleep.”

You took a few steps to get to him before gently sitting on his knee, your eyes scanning his face.

“Did you eat?” You asked softly, cupping his face and gently rubbing his cheek bone as he nuzzled into your hand.

“Still struggling with it.”

Your lips curved into a frown, “Channie…”

“No—” he took one of your hands in his, gently running his thumb along the knuckles. “I don’t want you to worry. You shouldn’t waste your energy on it.”

You felt your chest drop as the words left his mouth, each one pushing you towards the verge of tears.

You held your emotions in, lifting Chan’s head to make eye contact with you. “You’re not the boss of me.”

Chan let out a soft chuckle, biting his lip as he gazed into your eyes. He leaned up to press a soft kiss onto your lips, one you happily returned.

His stomach growling caused you both to giggle, breaking the kiss as he pulled you into a hug.

“Let me make you food. Whatever you want.”

It was the first time in awhile you saw his eyes light up. “Can you make me your moms ramen?”

You nodded happily and took off towards the kitchen, dragging Chan behind you.

He clung onto you like a koala as you prepared his food, arms wrapped around from behind and his chin resting on your shoulder as you carefully followed the steps your mother has taught you.

“Thank you for taking care of me. I’m sorry I haven’t been myself.” Chan said in a low tone.

You spun in his grasp, furrowing your eyebrows as you looked up at him. “Chan, I never want you to apologize for dealing with life’s ups and downs.” Your expression softened as your hand rested on his bare chest. “Things haven’t been easy for you lately, but you’re allowed to feel what you feel.”

You could see him trying to hold back tears, which caused your own to fall. “Hey.” You whispered, sliding your hand up to his cheek to bring his gaze back to you. “You’re safe with me.”

There was a brief silence before Chan pulled you into a tight hug, holding you as close as he could. You’d only been together for 3 months, but his hugs always felt like home.

You nuzzled into him, taking in his familiar scent, the feeling of his soft skin against yours. You didn’t even realize you’d both been crying for the last few minutes.

The ding of the stove brought you back to reality. You glanced up at Chan, who had matching red teary eyes.

He smiled sweetly down at you before leaning down to kiss your lips, soft kisses that started to taste salty from the tears that had fallen. It made you both giggle.

You finished up making the bowl of ramen that Chan thankfully scarfed down while you danced around the kitchen. His eyes were on you the whole time, his gorgeous smile never leaving his lips.

After cleaning up the kitchen a bit, you headed back to bed. Hand in hand, stopping every few steps just to kiss before making it to the room.

Chan sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling you in between his legs. “Thank you. For everything.”

You wrapped your hands around his neck, leaning down to place a kiss on his nose, but he caught your lips instead.

It was a kiss so deep and passionate it sent chills through your body. You sunk into it and lost yourself in his tender kisses.

His hands slowly slid in opposite directions, one cupped your cheek and the other pulled you into his lap. Your bare bottom on his exposed leg gave you butterflies.

You sat straddling his lap for the next little bit, sharing sweet kisses that trailed from lips to neck. The growing arousal was driving you crazy, only to be stopped when Chan pulled back and started looking at you.

“Wh-what? What’s wrong?” You asked quietly, chewing at your lip as you looked into his eyes. Your heart was beating so fast it felt like it was going to explode out of your chest.

His silence made the room spin, the look in his eyes took your breathe away. His next words made everything stop.

“I love you.”

You couldn’t help but smile. Hearing those 3 words that had been replaying in your head for a while now, actually leaving his lips. It made you want to do flips.

Your lips crashed into his again, a lingering kiss before you pressed your forehead against his. “I love you too, Channie. So much.”

The words felt so right to say.

His lips were on yours again, now full of passion and intensity. Chan pulled you down on top of him before flipping over, his eyes darkened with desire as he scanned your body under him.

“I need you,” He whispered, using his knee to spread your legs apart. Chan’s lips started to work at your neck, sucking softly at your skin. “Please, Y/N. I need you so bad.”

Soft moans escaped your lips, each touch now making your clit throb. You leaned up a bit to take off your shirt before shoving his boxers down, allowing his large member to spring free.

Your hand moved along his shaft as he leaned back down to find your lips. Chan’s hands reached for yours, lifting them above your head as he positioned himself in line with your entrance.

Your eyes met again as you huffed for air, his body leaned into you as he used one hand to stable himself and the other to keep you pinned. His hard cock poked at your entrance, already soaking wet with anticipation.

Chan found your lips as his hips started to move slowly, allowing just the tip of his shaft to fuck you slowly.

You cried out in pleasure as he finally pushed himself deeper inside, stretching your walls too his size.

Chan’s lips didn’t leave yours as you spent the next 45 minutes having loving and passionate sex. Finally tapping out when the sun started to rise and your legs became to weak to move on their own.

You both curled up under the blankets, Chan rested on your chest comfortably and you snuggled into him to fall asleep.

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[bangchanisinmymind]

Friends with benefits with chan omg

omg yes I had so much fun writing this, it's one of the tropes I love the most, thank you for the request :) sorry for you had to wait so long🥹

best friends....

pairing; bangchan x reader; smut

a chill movie night with your friends in your house, after talking about your problems was everything you needed. you just had broke up with your boyfriend and wanted to spend time with your best friends to forget about him and think what you'll do next. chris, the person you trust the most was wrapping his hands around you as you were sitting on his lap since there wasn't any space for you, but you didn't mind since you know him well enough to be sure he wouldn't do something without permission.

"you okay?" chris asked as he noticed you had lost your interest in the movie that was about to end. "yeah it's just- I think I miss him.... after all he was the only one I've ever had sex with and-" you replied but didn't know what else to say, he was indeed the first person you loved so much, the only one who had ever seen you naked. "oh come on you're so young you'll find someone better in a few days that's how it goes" he ensured caressing your torso as the movie came to an end. "channie can you stay over please?" you asked as everyone was standing up and getting ready to leave. "of course I will"

you said your goodbyes with everyone and stayed for a couple of minutes on the couch, you couldn't stop thinking about your ex though and he noticed. "hey hey come on" he said breaking the silence "what, where?" you replied confused. "no I mean stop thinking about him, you'll find someone better soon, i mean you're smart, absolutely gorgeous, kind-" when he realised how many of his personal thoughts he had just shared he couldn't speak a word more.

"wait, you actually believe- believe all that stuff you just said?" you muttered not believing your handsome best friend would ever look at you like that. "ummm what should I say now" his ears turning red "the truth, I promise it's okay whatever you say" you ensured him; "look it's just- I do find you pretty and kind and attractive and all that but you just broke up" he said looking in your eyes.

"oh well, umm seems the feelings are mutual, but I'm not ready yet, I mean you'd be perfect but, it's not yet time" you said and then......... "but we can- we can have what couples do" you speaked again not allowing him to talk "what do you mean?" he questioned "you know we could have the sex... and not be in a relationship'" you explained your -let's say- idea.

"friends with benefits right?" he realised- you just nodded as a yes, not daring to look at him even when his arm was wrapped around you. "just sex" he said to himself mostly "and it might turn- into..... you know but not yet" you continued. "alright then... wanna- wanna do it now?" he asked you.

"I mean... if you'd like. I'm okay either way" you muttered "okay yeah but stop being awkward we're not like that, we can stop if-" "no no it's okay I don't know what's wrong with me. just come here" you couldn't believe you actually did this with your best best friend but you kissed him. on the lips, it was so good, perfect let's say.

he didn't stop; he kissed you so passionately, his fingers tangled in your hair and squishing your thigh, as you caressed his chest and neck. stopping in the need of air after a while his eyes met yours in a new way, the way he looked at you had changed "can I?" he asked pointing at your shirt and you nodded. he lifted you shirt carefully and met with the wonderful sight of your bare chest.

"what an idiot...how could he leave this...you" he muttered before attacking you breasts leaving open-mouthed kisses everywhere reaching to one of your nipples, sucking and biting it. "ah- channie so good ah" you sighed at the connection of his plump lips with your skin; "ca- can I continue- please" he said raising his head from your chest, his hair all messed up from you. "channie stop asking and do it please I'm so needy" you said quickly taking off his shirt and your pants sitting on his lap and leaving red and purple spots on his pretty neck.

"ah- ah so good so good I'm hard so- oh god so hard" he moaned almost out of breath just yet. you pulled away looking at the beautiful sight of him just sitting here looking so goddamn fine while you took off your underwear, now being completely naked and waiting for him to do the same.

once you were both completely naked standing in front for each other just starring, it didn't feel quite right thinking he's your best friend of all time but at the same time it felt like the only think that had to be done. without wasting anymore time he wrapped his arms around you and kissed you, you wrapped your arms around his neck and allowed his tongue to access your mouth.

with your hands on his chest you guided him to the bedroom, to sit on your bed as you sat on his lap; your naked bodies collapsing on each other, his hands exploring the back of your waist and ass as you pulled his hair to deepen the kiss even more. liquids were spilled everywhere, the heat was now truly unbearable for you and him as well "I'll- do it now" you moaned ready to sit on his large cock "whenever you're ready" he breathed out as you lined up your hole to his erection.

with a sharp move you stretched your tight heat on his huge dick. "so good you're so good and ah- so tight. come on little one, ride me" he said with a huge smirk and his eyes shut and you did as he said. with slow moves of your hips you started riding him, arousal pooling where your bodies connected

"faster sweetheart I lnow you can" he whispered caressing your hair "I can't you're huge so big oh god" you basically screamed but tried to obey "here baby you just- move your pretty ass faster" he said guiding you with his hands and you didn't have any other choice now, you tried to pick up the pace, your high was approaching.

"channie i- ah I'm close so close channie so-" you meowled as filthy wet sounds filled the room along with his "me too babygirl come on finish now, you're so good, taking me oh so good" after a couple of thrusts you both came, him inside you and you around him.

"so good baby, come here, time for cuddles" he said opening his arms for you to snuggle into "wow you never told me you were that big" "you never told me you were so good" he replied with confidence wrapping his strong arms around you "chris come on let's sleep" you said realising that your friendship was now more than destroyed "call me channie it's better" oh great now you fell for him "I don't know why I'm cringing so much oh my god" you said trying to cover up your blushed cheeks

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[norrisleclercf1]

Those Are Mine

Pairing: Charles x Reader

Warnings: Dad!Charles, son’s name is Gabriel

Synopsis: Charles being a dad, while his son steals his rings for himself

Gabriel was in love with his father. He adored being around Charles 24/7, who never, not once, had an issue with Gabriel constantly with him. Charles loved to show his baby off to the other drivers and fans, of course, with your permission when it came to the fans.

After Gabriel was born, it had become customary for the media or interviews to have Gabriel either be there or make an appearance at one point. He loved to have Gabriel in his arms while he answered questions.

The fans loved seeing Charles being a dad since he always talked about having a family, and he finally did with you and Gabriel.

People loved to say that boys are Mama boys, but not your son. Whenever Charles was in the room and not holding him, he'd make that face and start to get fussy and cry out for Charles, who'd immediately pick him up, and Gabriel calmed down automatically.

It always makes your friends and family laugh seeing this, and you smile at the bond they have already. Gabriel was shy of turning 12 months old when Charles decided to take the both of you to Imola Grand Prix.

Charles wanted you and your baby with him whenever he traveled because he hated missing moments with you. It wasn't long before that Gabriel wanted to be held by Charles, who gladly accepted his son.

“Go, rest, love; I can watch him,” Charles whispers, noticing him drift off his head, bumping Charles's chest once in a while, trying to stay awake.

“Are you sure? You have media obligations.” You mumble, pushing that thick brown hair on your son’s head, having inherited Charles's hair and eyes.

“Yes, you stayed up with him on the plane, besides the guys and reporters love Gabriel. He'll be perfect.” Charles kisses you before ushering you to the hotel bed and pressing one more kiss to your face, and grabbing the diaper bag.

You watch as Charles leaves the hotel room with Gabriel and shake your head, texting the WAG group chats to let them know Charles had Gabriel and to help him if he got busy.

Kelly answered immediately, saying she'd watch him while Charles did tasks he couldn't do with Gabriel.

Charles arrives at the garage with Gabriel; not one step in, Carlos is making faces at a laughing Gabriel, who shrieks and claps.

“Ca.” Gabriel gurgles through his paci, which has Charles smile and bounce him on his hip, which has Gabe shriek and laugh, burying his face in his chest.

“God, he gets cuter and cuter each time I see him.” Carlos laughs, tickling the boy who hides deeper into Charles's neck.

“I know; im so glad he is so comfortable with everything.” He moves to kiss his son's head, who wiggles; Charles switches sides by holding him and wraps both arms having him lay right on his chest.

“It's almost naptime, but I wanted Y/n to get some rest. It wasn't an easy flight for him this time.” he hated when Gabriel was uncomfortable because there wasn't anything he could do to help him, so he was miserable the entire flight wanting to help, but you just told him it was okay.

“Yeah, probably causes he's getting older and now knows when he's not home, hmm,” Carlos mumbles, running a finger over Gabriel’s puffy cheeks.

“There you two are; I should let you all know you have two interviews before practice and.... never mind. Want me to let the reporters know you have Gabriel with you this time?” Their media manager asks, which has Charles shake his head no.

“No, no. It's ok; it's almost nap time, so I can hold him while I'm so the interviews. Besides, it wasn't an easy flight. I just...I need to hold him.” Charles tightens his hold on his son.

“Okay, well, let us know if you need one of us o hold him. You know we can never say no to him.” She says, making Charles smile and nod as he places the diaper bag down before carefully moving Gabriel around.

He whimpers, making Charles move quickly, soothing him before Gabriel settles, falling asleep on his chest.

Charles lays him down on his blanket and covers him with his Ferrari jacket, and sits down in front of Gabriel, so he doesn't fall off. Reporters ask questions, careful not to wake the little boy. Before long, You join them and smile at the scene.

Charles was reviewing some strategies, one hand on the iPad, the other raised behind, Gabriel's tiny hand wrapped around one of Charles's fingers.

“Baby.” You mumble, touching Charles's face and getting his attention. His eyes snap to you, and he smiles, leaning up and pressing a kiss on your lips.

“He's been down an hour and a half, but I figured if let him sleep just a little bit longer,” Charles whispers. It is almost like a plea, and you nod your head and stand up; you lean down and kiss his head before leaving your boys, wanting to see the girls for a little bit.

Before long, you hear slight whimpers and turn, seeing Gabriel was waking and Charles was busy getting dressed, but thankfully Carlos took your husband's spot on the floor.

You walk over and try not to laugh at Carlos trying to soothe your son, who knew that wasn't his Papa.

“Charles, stop. You're not fully in your suit!” Someone yells, red covering your field of vision as Charles scoops his baby boy into his arms. Gabriel's slight sobs stop and turn into sniffles and soft whimpers.

“Love, he was fine.” You whisper, kissing your son's face as he blinks sleep away. “I know, Y/n, but I hate when he cries,” Charles whispers, swaying back and forth with a fully awake baby.

You shake your head and go to grab Gabriel, but Charles stops you, kissing your forehead. “You’re with him. Taking care of him 24/7, let me do it when I can.”

You nod and see some reports come forward for the pre-race interviews. Gabriel is still in hand, and Charles is doing his interviews.

You watch closest but soon realize that Charles has his rings on, something Gabriel can never resist playing with.

Charles's hand with the rings lays in reach, and Gabriel grabs his Papa’s hand and pulls one finger making Charles and the reporter laugh.

Lifting his hand, he lets Gabriel play with the rings, but with a slight bend to his fingers so Gabriel couldn't pull them off.

You smile, seeing Gabriel try to chew on them, making Charles shake his hand and give him the paci, but that doesn't stop Gabriel from pulling on one of the rings.

“Papa.” he gurgles in French, still learning how to talk. Charles looks down and kisses his cheeks, laughing and finishing the interview.

Heading your way, he places Gabriel in your arms and pulls his necklace off, and soon his rings and slides them onto the chain.

Hearing the familiar jingle of the rings, Gabriel’s attention is pulled away from the person making funny faces and reaches for the calls. The necklace was yanked out of your fingers, and soon, Gabriel is shaking them and laughing.

“Those are mine.” Charles sighs and pulls them out of his hand, but Gabriel whimpers, and Charles stops turning to putty immediately. “Nevermind, they're yours, baby boy.” Kissing his cheeks multiple times, making you shake your head in disbelief that Charles flipped like that.

“Are you kidding me, you wouldn't even give me the rings for the first three years we were dating, but your son gets them the first time.” You huff, laughing, and Charles smiles brightly.

“I love you both so much.” is all he says, making you laugh, and Gabriel, not knowing what was funny, laughs too, making everyone laugh with your family.

“Go win a championship.” you shove him away, making Charles give one more good laugh and wave, heading to his car, ready to win this race.

Tags: @enjoymyloves

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[peptothesi]

Hello pretty boy

The JoJo’s being called pretty boy lmao.

Jonathan

🐶 Would not know what your talking about, where is the pretty boy?

🐶 It’ll take him a moment before he’s just like oh wait I’m pretty boy!

🐶 Flustered with a comeback.

Imagine him sitting down reading a book and you’re just lying your head on his shoulder looking up at him whilst he’s reading.

His eyebrows furrowed with concentration cause he’s so into the book, and you’re just there smiling up at him admiring your boy.

You reach your hand up lazily and stroke his face and his hand reaches for yours and locks you fingers together and it isn’t until you call him pretty boy he turns to you.

“Sorry my love did you say something??” He asked, his book in one hand carefully keeping his place in the book.

“I said hello my pretty boy” you grinned bringing his hand down to give it a kiss whilst you watch him try register your words.

His face lightens up when it connects and he kissed your hand back with a passionate look on his face “You’re prettier my love” he insisted before leaning down and giving you a kiss on the lips.

Joseph

✈️ He knows he’s pretty.

✈️ He’s not even arguing or anything he’s just like ah yes I am pretty boy that is me.

✈️ Maybe pretend not to hear you so you’ll say it again.

You were up bright and early ready to start your ham on training but before that you had to grab a quick breakfast but fortunately for you, you ran into Joseph.

“Oh well good morning pretty boy” you cheered.

“Hah? What did you say?” Joseph yawned stretching his limbs.

“Good morning?” You repeated not so sure what was happening.

“There was something else” he accused tiredly.

“Oh yeah don’t worry about it I’m going to get breakfast now” you excused before trying to walking away.

You were pulled back into warm toned arms wrapped safely around you.

“Not too bad yourself darling” Joseph sneered in your neck as you hugged back.

“You dick”

Jotaro

🐬 He just scoffs or rolls his eyes unless it’s you I guess.

🐬 But if you think about it being called pretty isn’t what is usually screamed at him it’s more like rugged bad boy or shit like that and Jotaro likes a bit of a change of pace.

🐬 He still won’t react like he likes it most likely just pulls the hat down.

You and Jotaro’s futons were next to each other so you both got the pleasure on waking up together.

When you woke up Jotaro was awake and sitting up stretching his limbs before turning to you.

“Good morning..” he greeted, he didn’t have his hat on just yet so you got to see his pretty face first thing in the morning so you said what first came to your mind without realising it.

“Hello pretty boy” you yawned sitting up as well not noticing Jotaro try hide his face behind his hand while star was looking for his hat.

You blink a couple of times to wake up your eyes before rubbing the corner then feeling a hand on yours.

His hand cautiously reached out to yours and intertwined his fingers with yours and looked at your sleepy confused face and messy hair looking back at him with a small smile.

“Hi..”

Josuke

💛 BABE!

💛 He’s loves it though, he’s aware he’s

“average” (I would slap the pompadour off his head if he dare said that in my presence though but whatever-) but he does love compliments.

💛 Probably would be like babe stahp! Do it again… but he’s a sweetie so it would be a lot more cuter.

You both were in school where you and Josuke hung out while waiting for koichi and Okutasy so you could start eating lunch, Josuke was sat up on the window ledge where the sun perfectly hit his features just right.

You sitting at your desk which is beside the window got the perfect look at your stunning boyfriend and got lost in thought.

Josuke noticed this at some point and waved a hand infront if your face to snap you out of it .

“Uh babe you good there?” He asked nudging your shoulder.

“Hmm yeah I’m good” you replied taking out your lunch as well.

“Oh yeah? What were you thinking about?” Josuke questioned, poking a hole into his drink carton before taking a sip from the straw.

“About you pretty boy” you quipped without missing a beat taking a bite out of your food.

Josuke choked on his juice gasping for air before turning to you looking flustered.

“BABE!” He hissed.

“What I was you look really cute today especially your pomp” you added winking at him before taking another bite.

He gave a cheeky smile with blush adoring his ears and cheekbones before he jumped off the window ledge and sat on your table where you received a kiss on the forehead.

“You’re too cute for me now gimme some of that it looks good!”

Giorno

🐸 He’s like Jonathan but worse he just keeps on pushing it.

🐸 Can’t take a compliment like oh my god-

“Hello pretty boy .“ you greet.

Giorno looks up from his work to give you his warm smile “Hello to you too, amor mío,”

You walk around his desk and place a kiss on his head before swinging an arm around his shoulders and taking a look at what he’s working on.

He watches you visibly crinkle your nose at the paper work and chuckles leaning into your body and holding onto your hand.

“ I feel the same my love trust me it’s no party.” he admitted rubbing his thumb onto the back of your hand.

“Would you like to take a break from it? You’ve been in here all day I could take you for a walk or some gelato?” You coaxed.

You hear him sigh and felt him stop rubbing your hand “ That sounds wonderful my love I think it’s time I take a little break I’ve done all I needed to do today anyways,”.

And with that you spin him to face you and pull him up by his hands to get him out of his chair and greet him with a kiss on the lips.

He sighs again but this time content in his tone “I’m feeling much better already,”.

You grin at him and grab his hand and lead him out his office “Let’s go then pretty boy,”

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