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aemndx · 2 years

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okay…. but imagine having aemond stuff his cum back inside you, loving to press his seed back inside your overstimulated cunt and breed you every day—

— 𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒.

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author’s note: y’all betta know…… i just had to write something for this -- my imagination ran absolutely wild with this one. i didn’t wanna write a lot, just somethin mini for myself to get these sinful thoughts outta my head… im sorry in advance. ♡ if you enjoyed – please reblog, comment + leave ur feedback! thank u & happy reading. :)

warnings: minors dni. smut. breeding kink. p in v sex (slight). fingering. cunnilingus. female pronouns. possessive behavior. dark!aemond. wife!reader. overstimulation kink. pain kink. pet names. romance. fluff. any grammatical errors are my own – in advance, i sincerely apologize.

word count: 2,3k.

pairings: aemond targaryen x reader (f).

♡࿐ bliss.

true, undying bliss overwhelmed you, completely.

“you’re so perfect for me, my sweet girl,” aemond murmured, leaning down to press a loving kiss against your forehead, lingering there and closing his eye for a moment, breathing you in.

pulling back after a few seconds, aemond observed your face closely, feeling a warm sensation tugging at his blackened heart, feeling it crack into a million little pieces, watching you gaze back up at him in awe.

there was a soft look in your doe eyes, wide and innocent and full of love.

love for him, your husband.

aemond would never admit it, but he was almost certain that the very same look graced his face too, softening his sharpened features with equal amounts of–if not more–love.

with a deep groan, aemond thrusted his cock inside your cunt a few more times, feeling your inner walls tightening around him, wanting to keep him inside and milk him dry.

a faint, little mewl escaped your swollen lips, making aemond lean forward again and capture your lips with his, kissing you slowly and passionately. the wet, warm muscle of his tongue slipped out, licking your bottom lip, before tugging it gently with his teeth, causing you to moan.

you wrapped your arms tighter around his neck, pulling him flush against you – his naked, hard chest was pressed against yours, constantly brushing over your sensitive nipples, a whine making its way up your throat.

aemond smirked, reaching one hand up and tangling his fingers into your messy locks of hair, his other hand holding on to your hip to stabilize himself so to not crush you with his body.

“…mmm – gods, you were made to take my cock,” aemond purred against your mouth, slipping his tongue inside, your tongues slowly caressing each other’s sensually, neither of you in any rush.

“i love you,” you whimpered, your mouths molding together as one – perfection.

with one last gentle thrust of the prince’s hips, he squirted his warm cum inside of you, his load entering your womb.

aemond stilled his hips, your fluttering cunt sheathing his cock, making aemond throw his head back with a feral growl.

with his cock still buried to the hilt in your pulsing cunt, aemond squeezed your hip that he was holding, digging his fingertips into the sweaty flesh as he felt his cock twitch inside of you, softening and feeling spent.

immediately, he collapsed on top of you, his face nuzzled into your neck. sleepily, he started leaving little kisses against the salty skin of your neck, sucking on your pulse point, feeling your fingers gently brush through his long hair.

aemond practically purred, the feeling of your nails scratching lightly at his scalp, always a sweet comfort. “sweet girl… ‘m gonna try something,” aemond mumbled, though he did not move for a few more minutes, completely relaxed in the safety of your arms.

however, you did not mind – especially the feeling of his large cock still buried deep inside you, making your insides begin to tingle again, your belly tightening at the thought of his royal seed settling in your womb.

gods be good, you prayed silently for a son of your own to give to your dear husband.

you loved aemond more than anything – more than life itself, all that you wanted was to give him everything he wanted… most importantly, you wanted to give him all the love in the world, including an heir of his own.

suddenly, aemond slowly pulled himself out of you with a sharp hiss, not hearing you wince slightly at the uncomfortable feeling of being empty overcame you. you tried to suppress it, making your face remain neutral.

the prince simply leaned back on his knees between your spread thighs, tilting his head back and releasing a deep sigh of satisfaction. then, his head looked back down towards you, his one eye sharp and observing you, as usual.

aemond always enjoyed watching you, he liked making you feel uncomfortable, especially when around him, watching the way you’d start to overthink everything about yourself, making yourself think – was there something wrong with you?

it amused him greatly, no matter how many times he’d done it to you.

however, no matter how much the prince could be cruel, he’d never intentionally hurt you. releasing a calming sigh, aemond’s large hands moved to grasp both of your thighs, squeezing them and then shaking them a bit, watching them jiggle slightly with a twitch of his lips.

he adored your thighs.

then, his head snapped back up to look at you, his eye piercing and observing your naked figure, admiring it without shame.

the prince looked at the soft delicateness of your pretty face, down to your neck and collarbones that were littered in love bites from him, to both of your breasts which were swollen from him sucking and biting on them earlier, until you cried out his name.

you watched him trail his eye down further until he stopped at your bare cunt, watching it with an amused glint in his violet eye, his seed dribbling out of you slowly.

smirking, the prince seemed to have thought of a idea.

aemond slowly looked back up at your face, the sapphire that rested in the socket of his missing eye sparkled from the massive fireplace – although, you did not look away from him. if you knew anything about your husband, you knew how he loved a challenge, and you were not going to be the first one to look away.

no, not this time.

chuckling softly underneath his breath, aemond clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, before raising an eyebrow at you.

“will you be a good girl for me?” he asked, his tone flat but there was that hint of amusement hiding somewhere underneath.

if you didn’t know any better, you’d think the prince was up to something.

you gulped, nodding your head and started fidgeting with your hands, making him tsk at you, slapping your hands away. instantly, you stopped – nervousness eating away at you as you dropped your arms directly by your sides, waiting.

aemond hummed, nodding once before shifting his body so that he was now laying on his stomach, resting comfortably between your spread, open thighs. your cunt glistened beautifully, making aemond’s eye dilate with need and a feverish lust.

as he laid down, he could feel his cock twitch underneath himself, no doubt hardening once again. he couldn’t control himself when he was around you, you drove him nearly insane with a need to have you – always.

“my pretty little wife..” aemond drawled, his hands creeping up to rub up the outside of your thighs, his hands warm and comforting.

“you’re even pretty here, too,” he murmured, no doubt smirking as he heard you take in a sharp breath, his lips connecting to your mound, peppering kisses along the skin and across your hipbones.

he rubbed his warm, large hands up and down the outside of your thighs, closing his eye as he was merely enjoying himself – kissing, sucking, biting your hot skin into his mouth, moving down until his lips wrapped around your swollen, overstimulated clit.

you cried out into your shared chambers, one of your hands reaching up and grasping hold of one of the many pillows–one that happened to have belonged to aemond, since you loved to lay on it since it smelled like him–fisting your small hand into the soft material.

you immediately wrapped a leg around his head, unconsciously pulling him closer against your cunt, wanting more.

always, always wanting more of him.

aemond had made you come so many times tonight–too many times–that you had lost count.

without warning, aemond removed a hand from massaging the meat of one of your thighs and brushed a finger up your dribbling slit, gathering his cum that was leaking out and stuffing it back inside you.

you whimpered, fisting the pillow and the silk sheets below you, your head thrown back and your eyes rolling into the back of your head, feeling him curl the finger inside of you.

aemond hummed, continuously sucking and sending vibrations through your sensitive, little clit – before adding two more long fingers, stuffing them inside and just leaving them there, not moving.

almost like a plug.

minutes had passed, with just him sucking and flicking your clit back and forth with his hot tongue, though he fingers did not move, only remaining plunged inside of you, causing your walls to tighten and flutter, endlessly.

“aemond..!? what.. w-what are you doing?” you heaved, your chest rising and falling quickly, feeling your belly tighten once again, painfully – your muscles sore and aching now as you could feel yourself about to come again.

“please, aemond – i am going to come again,” you sobbed, sweating profusely and your heart feeling like it was about to explode in your chest.

aemond nodded, not missing a beat, “go on, then.”

“no..! no, no, no – please, aemond.. i cannot. it hurts, it hurts so much…” you sobbed, tears now burning your eyes, falling freely. your throat felt like it was on fire, as well as like it was closing from you gasping in too much air, trying your hardest not to come again.

however, aemond continued his ministrations on your clit, not stopping for a moment and evening wiggling his three fingers that were inside of you–keeping his cum from leaking out of you again–and with his other hand dug his fingers into the meat of your thigh that he was still holding, making you yelp in painful pleasure.

you were exhausted.

“p-please.. please,” you sniffled, shaking your head and begging.

aemond growled, pinching your thigh and then slapping it harshly in punishment, feeling you wiggling around too much.

“be sweet, wife – stop moving and come for me again,” he commanded, his words muffled but you could still understand him.

you choked on your own saliva, “oh, gods..” you whined, feeling your muscles tense and tense and tense, before the band inside of you snapped like a violin string and you let out the most earth shattering screech.

you cried your husband’s name over and over again, feeling aemond quickly squeeze in a fourth finger, beginning to curl all four of them inside of you, feeling your walls clamp down around them.

you were honestly afraid – afraid that he would want to see how much you could take and shove his entire fist inside–(you had heard ladies of the court gossip that their husbands had done that to them, and it was the most painful experience)–you never wanted to find out for yourself.

luckily, for you – even in your blissed out mind, you trusted your husband, knowing he liked pushing you to your limits, but knowing exactly how much you could take.

your thighs were quivering, your orgasm washing over you in tsunami waves of endless pleasure, with aemond continuing to gently lick your clit now, barely applying actual pressure – though his fingers remained.

“so, so perfect for me.. you’d done so well for me, my sweet girl.”

a genuine, dopey smile tugged at your lips, feeling relieved that you had pleased him, again.

once your high had calmed down, aemond pulled his mouth away from your clit, resting the left side of his face on your thigh, glancing up at you with a small smirk on his handsome face, watching you try to keep your eyes open.

“enjoy yourself, did you?”

you giggled, nodding your head yes. “i thought i was going to black out,” you confessed, embarrassment flooding your veins.

aemond lightly chuckled, “wouldn’t be the first time.”

you looked down, pouting and making him laugh harder, giving a sweet kiss to your thigh, before locking his violet eye with yours once more.

gods, how he loved you.

“i’m just teasing, my love.”

your eyebrows furrowed, “no, you are not,” you said, knowing he was speaking the truth – in fact, you had blacked out before while he was fucking you, his love for overstimulating you overwhelmed you.. time and time again.

although, you did not mind so much.

nonetheless, you liked to tease him back and pretend you hated it when he teased you – both of you knowing full well that you secretly adored it, just as much as he.

aemond snorted, before lifting his head and leaning forwards again, giving your clit a kiss, feeling you tense up immediately. “relax,” he said, eyeing your face. “i think you’ve had enough for tonight.”

you flushed, feeling his fingers twitch inside of you, before pulling them out slowly and began observing them.. they were drenched in his cum and yours, practically dripping on to your sheets.

aemond felt the corner of his mouth tug up, before opening his mouth and shoving all four fingers inside, sucking both of your mixed essence right off, swallowing with a low hum of approval.

your eyes widened, but then you licked your lips, watching him suck and work his tongue between each of his digits, his eye locked on yours as he put on a little show for you, smirking playfully.

with a pop of the last finger, he smiled, “delicious.”

you didn’t say anything, you couldn’t – you couldn’t even begin to describe how unbelievably attractive your husband was… and he was all yours.

“i love you,” you blurted out, but meaning it anyways. you were always more of the sentimental one between you two, but you could see the softness settle over aemond’s face every time you told him those three little words.

those three little words held so much meaning to him, especially coming from you.

aemond didn’t respond – instead, he climbed up your body, being careful not to crush you and settled until he was hovering above you, his face only mere centimeters away from yours. “..i love you, my beautiful wife.”

fin

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pantherxrogers · 10 months

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Anything you want - Luca x Reader One-Shot (18+ ONLY)

Content warnings: SMUT (18+ only), fingering, explicit language, dirty talk, slight choking (but not really)

Synopsis: Relationships are all about balance right? Luca lends the reader a hand after a rough day at work.

A/N: I can't stay away from my favorite baker for long 🤪 This was super fun for me to write, so I hope y'all enjoy it! My requests are wide open <3

WHY IS IT SO HARD TO FIND LUCA GIFS 🤒

"That poor pasta," Luca teases, watching the way you roughly knead the dough. It's his attempt at easing the tension in your shoulders, but he's met with a half-hearted sigh.

Normally, when you guys cook dinner together, the conversation flows and a warm energy fills the air. Tonight, he's lucky if he gets two words out of you.

"Sorry, it's almost ready for resting," you murmur, not catching onto his attempted joke.

He shifts around the large, marble island in your shared kitchen to stand beside you. Shoulder to shoulder, he watches the way your hands angrily work the dough, like a punishment. Reaching down to the lower cabinets, he grabs a large bowl, easing the dough out of your hands.

"Well, we should give it a half hour before you give it another beating," he jokes, wanting to see the light in your eyes again. He knows you had a rough work day, but you brush him off when he asks for details.

He figured your favorite meal might ease your stress, but he has another trick up his sleeve anyway. He goes to place the pasta in the fridge, your eyes following his path.

The worn, blue t-shirt, stretches across his muscular frame, a welcome contrast to his tanned skin. His loose pajama bottoms hang low on his hips, giving you a glimpse of his defined v-line as he turns to make his way towards you.

When you're in arm's reach, he loops an arm around your waist pulling you in close. His blue eyes drop to the dip in your tank top, briefly distracted by the way your chest presses against his own.

Before he can speak, you hungrily press your lips against his own, wanting to get lost in his affection. The surprise catches him off guard for a moment, before he's matching your actions. Your tongue brushes against his own, as your hands rake through his golden hair. Your nipples poke against his chest, causing the blood to rush towards his cock, but he can't ignore the elephant in the room.

"Woah, woah, woah," he gasps, pulling away to read your expression. Your full lips are parted when you stare back with wide eyes.

You attempt to pull away, suddenly feeling vulnerable, not used to your boyfriend denying you. "S-sorry", you stutter, feeling embarrassed by your actions.

"It's okay, babe, really," he asserts, reassuring you in the way pulls you back into him. "I just want to know what's bothering you. I hate to see you upset," he confesses, stroking your lower back beneath your tank.

The frustration builds again, and you know you shouldn't take it out on your boyfriend, but he's only making you feel worse.

"I don't want to talk about it right now, okay?" you snap back at him, pulling out of his embrace. You all but stomp away, finding a nonexistent flaw in the counter tops to pick at.

Suddenly, you're enveloped by warmth as Luca hugs you from behind, pinning you between his firm body and the oversized island. It's meant to be a comforting embrace, and it is, but you're slightly distracted by his hardness pressing against you.

"I'm sorry," he mutters, chin resting atop your head, "I don't mean to push you to talk when you aren't ready," he soothes, gently swaying your bodies side to side.

"It's okay. I'm sorry I snapped at you like that," you respond. He dips his head to press apologetic kisses into your neck. The sensation causes a tingle in your lower tummy and goosebumps spread along your skin.

"It's just stupid work stuff. I'd rather focus on something else," you sigh as his hands ghost over your hips. You gently push back against him, nuzzling into his strong chest.

You're met with the subtle grind of his hips against your backside. Both of your pajama bottoms suddenly feel like a barrier between the two of you. You're feeling warm all over, needing more of whatever your lover has to offer.

"Anything you want," he places a kiss behind your ear, "it's yours". You attempt to turn around in his arms, but a gentle squeeze of your hips keeps you trapped in place. His movements are more intentional now, his slow grind making your panties dampen.

"Anything?" you huff out, pushing back to meet the growing bulge that's pressing against your ass. He murmurs a confirmation, sliding his hands up to your breasts, toying with your nipples through your thin top.

"Do you want my hands here?" his voice rumbles in your ear, rough hands massaging your boobs. He cradles the flesh, before using his thumbs to bring both nipples to a peak.

A soft moan eases out of your lips as he moves to tease you under your shirt, drawing circles around your senstive nipples. He dips his head down to suck on the side of your neck, causing that warm shiver to roll down your spine. Your body further relaxes against his own, lulling your head back.

"Answer me, sweet girl," he chides, the commanding tone in his voice making you even wetter.

"N-no, not there," you gasp out, just as he softly tugs at your nipples.

"No?" he playfully mocks, making his way towards the band of your pants. Goosebumps follow the path of his hands, anticipation building in your stomach. You can't help the moan that slips out when he dips his hand into your pants, stroking you over your panties.

"Oh, maybe you wanted me here," he chuckles, using his middle and index fingers to tease the outside of your pussy.

"S-shit, yes," you huff, hips messily grind upwards, needing more friction. You reach out to grab the island, steadying yourself.

He pulls you back towards him, needing to feel your body against his own. He uses one hand to toy with your nipple again, while the other finally dips into your panties.

"Fuck, I should've known my sweet girl needed me to rub her little pussy, hmm?" he coos, dipping into the wetness at your entrance. He drags his fingers upwards to toy with your nub.

You're hot all over, unable to focus on anything that isn't Luca. The hard length of him pressing into your ass, like he can't wait to get inside of you. The way his rough hand pinches and massages your breast, adding to your pleasure. The borderline overwhelming feeling of his fingers drawing slow circles on your clit, making your eyes roll back.

"M-more, Luca please," you beg, grinding your clit against his calloused fingers. He presses a hot, opened-mouth kiss to your neck that makes you whine out.

"I know, baby, I'm going to give it to you," he soothes.

His fingers are firm against your clit now, the pressure building in the pit of your tummy. He uses one hand to lift your top over your boobs, the cold air making your nipples tighten, as you clench around nothing.

"Fuck, look at those pretty tits," he groans out, earning a louder moan from you, as he sucks on the sensitive area of your neck. You can feel the way his eyes are locked on your boobs, like he's in a trance, and it makes you feel even sexier.

He strokes you up and down, messily spreading your wetness around, toying with your entrance. He chuckles when you whine, unable to take any more teasing.

"Ugh, shit," you sigh, finally feeling the stretch of his finger inside you. He's using a thumb on your clit now, slowly stretching you open with his pointer finger.

"Do you like that, darling?" His deep voice voice goes straight to your core, his accent thickened by arousal.

"Y-yes, I love it." Your high pitched whine makes him even harder, bucking his hips into the plush of your ass.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he groans, the huffs you're letting out making it harder for him to focus. You cry out, his filthy words pushing you towards the edge.

Both of you are panting now, but Luca's determined to keep his attention focused on you. He eases another finger into your entrance, just as your walls flutter around the first.

"You like that? Like the way I'm stretching you out?" You cave at his words, leaking wetness into his wide palm. Your walls start to clench around him, a telltale sign of your incoming orgasm.

"Yes, shit, I'm getting close," you slur, only able to focus on the smooth glide of Luca's fingers and the steady pressure against your aching clit.

"Come whenever you want to, baby, you deserve it." The unexpected softness in his voice makes you clench around his fingers, the waves of your orgasm coming in.

Luca speeds up, drawing tight circles on your bud, making it hard to hold off your orgasm. As you turn your head to the side, you're met with a heated kiss. His tongue snakes into your mouth, stroking against your own. He uses his other hand to cradle your neck, applying a gentle pressure there, knowing it'll send you over the edge.

You're dizzy with lust when the cord snaps, your orgasm crashing over you in waves. Luca swallows your moans, like he can't get enough, his mouth delving into yours. Both of you messily work your tongue against the others. Your soft whimpers are making him feel lightheaded.

Your orgasm feels like it's lasting forever, Luca slowly fucking you with his fingers to maximize your pleasure. He eases off of your clit, not wanting to overstimulate you.

By the time you've come down from your high your head rests against his chest, panting from your orgasm.

"Well, fuck," you giggle out, feeling lighter than you have all day. The rumble of Luca's chest behind you only making you laugh harder. He feels the relief all over his body, finally seeing that smile back on your face. Well, maybe not all over.

You're spinning around in his grip, reaching for his waistband before his mind can catch up.

"Maybe we'll just order in tonight," is the last thing he hears before he's closing his eyes, relishing in the feeling of your hand stroking his length.

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20-th-centurygirl · 1 year

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bribery

jude bellingham x fem!reader

warnings: smut, fluff

a/n: another fic inspired by the beloved hey jude tag on @judeswhore 's account because it means the world to me <333 inspired by this ask. i used a gif for the first time and i'm really liking it so far 🤭 also the ending for this is very very rushed and i'm abit :/ about it so i can only apologise if it's cringe

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𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

Jude let out a rather frustrated groan as you led him into yet another store. You'd dragged him out shopping, he had the day off and you wanted to spend time together so you decided to take him out to get advice on new clothes. "babe seriously? another one?" He'd stopped dead in his tracks and consequently stopped you as you were holding his hand. "this is the last one i promise jude" you tried your best puppy dog eyes at him and jude hated the fact they worked. "You said that like 5 shops ago" he grumbled under his breath. you said nothing, instead taking his hand and pulling him in.

jude had wondered off and found somewhere to sit down with the multitude of bags while you carried on looking around. You'd eventually made your way back to him. "need you to come with me so you can tell me what you think of them all" you said, nodding towards the changing rooms. "i'm sure you'll look stunning in all of them, and i love you but please please be quick so we can leave" He'd tried to sound nice but you detected the slight annoyance in his tone. "Oh stop pouting. I need to grab a bottle of perfume after this and then we can go" jude groaned loudly and threw his head back. "Promise?" He mumbled, holding out his pinky finger and you bit back a laugh. "Pinky promise baby" you linked your fingers together and your favourite smile adorned judes face.

"Right, I'm gonna go pay for these then we'll go and get my perfume, okay?" You asked sweetly. "no, I'll pay" jude said, putting emphasis on the "i'll". you shot him a glare. Of course you were incredibly grateful to have jude in your life but you also treasured your independence. "Jude, I know you mean well and I'm always insanely grateful but-" He put his index finger on your lips "nope, princess treatment only for you" He tapped your lips a few times before walking over to the till.

"so what we doing now?" Judes mood had improved at the promise of going home. "Need to grab some perfume and we can go home yeah?" He nodded as you both walked in. What was supposed to be a quick dash in and out instead ended up in you begging jude to hold his arm out so you could swatch makeup and perfumes. "baby you said we'd be quick" He whined, glancing down at his arm that had multiple colours of lipstick on it. His other smelt strongly of at least 5 different perfumes. "jude, if i promise to give you head when we get back will you stop pouting?" You groaned and his eyes lit up. He nodded feverishly and held his arms further so you could carry on testing.

Once you were finished jude practically dragged you back to the car. "babe hurryyyy" he groaned, half hard already just at the thought of getting head. "God you're so needy." You teased but you couldn't deny the butterflies you got knowing just how much jude wanted you at the drop of a hat. "And what about it? Not my fault you're so good" you rolled your eyes as you both got in the car. His hand immediately gravitating to your thigh, his thumb stroking it gently. His leg bobbed up and down and his eagerness both made you want to laugh and scream.

The moment you got home jude basically dragged you over to the sofa where he sat down, his legs spread wide and his bottom lip caught between his lip. You decided to keep up the irritating just a little longer "you want something?" You questioned, trying desperately to keep up the facade that you knew nothing about what he wanted. "I think you made me a promise babe" He said, convinced you were just teasing. "Huh?" You tried your best to sound as confused as possible and it seemed to be working. "You said that I'd get head if I was patient and I think I have been so" you rasied your eyebrow at him "hm, well you can stop being so vulgar first before I even think about it" "but it was a pinky promise" jude sounded absolutely betrayed and you burst out laughing. "Stop laughing and come here" He grumbled, pulling you into his lap by the backs of your thighs and you swiftly straddled him.

One of his hands trailed to the back of your neck, pulling your face impossibly closer to his as his other pulled your hips down, grinding softly against him. He let out a small moan on one roll of your hips, the pent up desperation getting to him. "Please" He mumbled against your lips. "Please what?" "Please just keep your promise baby"

You said nothing, instead shuffling off his lap and sitting on your knees, jude handing to a pillow to rest on. You stroked your hands up and down his thighs agonisingly slow, letting out a groan of frustration. You brought your fingers to delicately unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans. Jude lifted his hips up so you could pull his jeans down but you left his boxers on, choosing to lightly stroke him through them instead. "You've put up with alot today jude. Think you deserve this hm?" Jude nodded rapidly, letting out a deep grunt when you squeezed him lightly. You smirked at the sight of a wet patch already forming and you pulled his boxers down lightly.

You took him in your hand, slowly rubbing up and down a few times and placing faint kisses just to his tip, dragging out small, barely audible moans. You stopped your hand movements and just took his tip into your mouth as he pulled your hair into a messy makeshift ponytail. Jude let out a deep groan when you swirled your tongue around him, one of your free hands squeezing his thigh. "Oh fuck. So good at this angel". You gradually took him deeper into his mouth until your nose reached his abdomen. Your other free hand moved to roll his balls in your palm and the way judes head fell to the back of the sofa gave you butterflies. His mouth fell open, a string of moans falling from his mouth.

The grip his fingers had on your scalp was getting tighter. Tears began to pool in the corners of your eyes and the gagging noises were outright pornographic. You pulled off to catch your breath, instead choosing to stroke him quickly whilst maintaining eye contact with him. "I love you baby. Don't know what I did to deserve you" He moaned out, his head falling back again when you took him back in your mouth. You knew from the way he was gripping your hair and the way his moans had gotten more high pitched that he was close and you were determined to get him there. You allowed him to start bucking his hips up into your mouth "fuck i love it when you met me use your mouth like this. So good for me aren't you?" He whimpered, his head back facing you. His mouth was wide open as a string of curses and your name fell out snd his eyes rolled back. "im nearly there" you just smirked around his cock, fondling his balls and teasing shapes on his inner thigh with your nails. His breath hitched suddenly "fuck fuck fuck" and you felt him release in your mouth.

You pulled away slowly, sticking your tongue out to show jude you'd swallowed everything. His pupils were blown and he had small beads of sweat on his forehead. You helped him to pull his clothes back up. "You okay?" You giggled at his still mind blown expression. "Yeah. That was the best head I've ever had" He chuckled, his breath still slightly uneven. "So was me dragging you round shopping worth it?" You smirked. "If I get that again everytime then yes" He breathed out, helping you back up and grabbing you by the chin to pull your lips back to his.

#footballer x reader #footballer imagine #football imagine #football smut #footballer smut #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham smut #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham

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demonpiratehuntress · 6 months

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that's not for you to decide

Roronoa Zoro x F!Reader

Summary - he thinks you deserve better, and decides to push you away. that just makes everything worse, but you ultimately forgive the big idiot.

Warnings - HEAVY angst in the beginning but turns to comfort, this can work for both versions of Zoro i think? REPOSTING BECAUSE I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED THE INCOMPLETE DRAFT

GIF by anime-aishiteru

GIF by suuho

You don't know how it came to this. You tried to replay everything you'd ever done, to figure out where it all went wrong. To figure out what you could have possibly gotten so wrong for this to happen. But you were drawing blanks, and it tugged on your heartstrings even more.

You sat there and watched the swordsman listen intently to the woman who spoke to him, a beautiful native of the island.

Your crew had stopped here to replenish your resources. It was supposed to have been just that, yet you ended up staying for far longer than you expected. The downside to having an overenthusiastic captain with a unquenchable thirst for adventure, you supposed. Luffy would never have just sailed away and left this small village to suffer at the hands of a not-so-mythical and super grumpy griffin.

But now here you were, pining after the one person you wanted most in the world - who only seemed to be pushing you away. It gnawed at your heart, and left you painfully overthinking everything you'd ever said to him, everything you'd ever done for him. A week earlier everything had been fine, and he was friendly with you. Then something changed, and he grew distant and cold. And now, it seemed, he was adding 'breaking your heart' to the list of things he was doing to you.

You looked down at your drink just in time to see a teardrop make contact with the alcoholic liquid, the collision sending ripples outwards in the small, circular shape of the glass. You had tried hard, really hard, to not cry right here, in front of everyone. But fate, it seemed, was working even harder to make sure you were heartbroken by the end of the night.

"(Name) are you okay?"

You barely heard Nami, your eyes drifting back towards Zoro and the woman who was chatting to him animatedly. He met your gaze, and for a moment something flickered in his eyes, before he turned his attention back to her and moved closer. He gave her his full attention, making sure to show that he was actually listening and not dozing off like he did whenever Nami was bothering him. Your heart sunk even lower in your chest, a dull aching beginning to grow. The tears fell faster, and you gripped your drink tighter as that familiar stinging in your throat came. You dropped your head again, before unintentionally letting out a loud sob.

All your crewmate's heads snapped in your direction.

"S-Sorry," you apologised, hastily putting your drink down before getting up. "I-I'm-" You stopped when you noticed only one of them hadn't even bothered to look in your direction.

"That idiot," you heard Nami and Sanji grumble in unison.

That was the last straw for you. Your heart crashed to the bottom of its cavern, shattering in the process. Tears filled your eyes faster than you could stop them, blurring your vision to the point you only saw a blob of green a few feet away. You swayed on your feet, stumbling a bit, the full weight of his rejection hitting you full force.

"(Name)!"

You jerked away from the hand that grabbed your arm, not knowing who it was. Only then did Zoro look at you, but that's because everyone else was looking at you as well. You turned and fled, your shaky legs doing their best to carry you as far away from the scene as possible.

You fled into the forest, an area known on this island for it's unimaginable horrors.

He only thought you deserved better. In his mind, he was doing you a favour by pushing you away. Because he wasn't good for you, and he didn't deserve you. You deserved a lot better than him. And this was what he thought was a reasonable justification for his behaviour.

His heart sunk at the sight of your tears. He was acting like he didn't see them, but he noticed each and every drop that fell and each one caused a painful pang to reverberate through his chest. He hated it when you were upset, and he despised when you cried. But now he was the cause of it. Part of him wanted to drop this act, run to you and beg for forgiveness.

But he stayed where he was.

He let you think he didn't care. That he was going to keep chatting up this mindless bimbo in front of him. Because that was better for you right? He was only doing this for your sake.

Someone's fist collided with his jaw, sending him stumbling back a bit.

"What the hell?!" He glared at the blonde cook, "You really wanna start a fight right here, waiter?"

Sanji was about to say something equally insulting, but was interrupted by a bloodcurdling scream erupting from within the forest's tall, gloomy trees.

Your bloodcurdling scream.

Zoro's blood ran cold. Every bone in his body stiffened for a millisecond, before he tore off towards the forest, sprinting faster than he ever had in his life. His heart was racing a million miles an hour, thundering in his chest like it would break out of his chest and beat him to you.

When he finally found you, his heart almost stopped.

You were on your back on the ground, lying in a pool of your own blood. Your shirt was ripped at your waist, which seemed to be where your wound was. Upon closer inspection, his panic increased tenfold. The gashes were deep, three long claw marks decorating your waist.

"(Name)!" He surged forward, shaking you roughly. His fear was getting the best of him, and he was starting to think the worst. "(NAME)!"

There was no response from you.

You didn't move.

He placed his ear on your chest, searching frantically for the sound of your heart. He almost gave up, when he heard it. It was very faint, scary faint, and dull. It was barely there.

What had done this to you? Whatever it was, it was incurring Zoro's wrath. He felt an unstable fury build up inside him, anger like nothing he'd felt before ready to consume him. He looked around, desperate to find the cause of your injury and kill it. That would maybe make him feel a bit better - and distract him from the fact that you were half-dead on the floor.

"Z-Zoro?"

Your weak voice caught his attention immediately, and he felt relieved. He turned to you, immediately scooping you up and dragging you onto his lap. He tried not to look at your wound as he removed his shirt, ripped it open and tied it around your waist to at least staunch the bleeding a little.

"Don't talk," was his response, his voice a little higher than it usually was. He was avoiding your gaze, unable to meet your eyes.

This was his fault.

He quietly rose to his feet, bringing your weakened - and, alarmingly, paling - body with him. He held you close, one arm hooked under your knees and the other under your back. He positioned your head on his shoulder, and ran all the way back to the village with you in his arms.

The crew met him halfway, Usopp fainting when he saw how much blood there was. Sanji was glowering at Zoro, absolutely furious that he let such a thing happen. Nami was asking a thousand questions at once, questions the swordsman didn't have the answer to. Luffy had gone quiet, not used to seeing his crew in such a panic, and definitely not used to seeing you drenched in so much red.

"Get her back to the ship," the captain finally spoke, surprisingly the only sane one at the moment.

"Excuse me," they were interrupted by the same woman who was talking to Zoro earlier, "We have a healer. It would be quicker to bring her there, and it looks like she needs immediate treatment. Besides, now we can properly thank you for helping us."

Zoro looked away, guilt ripping through him. She was partially the reason you ran off, him being the other part. He didn't want to make an already bad situation worse, but Luffy immediately nodded and told her to lead them to the healer, so Zoro had no choice. The woman offered him a sympathetic smile and tried to touch him, but he shrugged her off angrily. He was mostly angry with himself, for even daring to pull such a stunt.

If you had taken her to your ship, she would have succumbed to her injuries.

Those words played on repeat inside Zoro's head, making the swordsman feel helpless for the first time in his life. This evening had been full of firsts for him.

You were okay now, alive and resting. You were still gravely injured, and they were told those three claw marks would leave permanent scars. Zoro had flinched - you would now have a permanent reminder of the night he'd hurt you in the worst possible way. You'd live, but you needed lots of rest, and would probably need to limit your movements for the next few weeks.

"Sanji!"

The swordsman perked up when he hesrd your voice, indicating that you were finally awake, but his heart fell again when he heard you calling for the cook and not him. He supposed he deserved that, but it still stung quite a bit.

Swallowing his pride, he turned to where you were eagerly hugging Sanji, happy to be up on your feet again. Zoro slowly made his way over, guilt filling him again when he saw the way your smile dropped when you looked at him. Another painful sting.

"I'm going to go find Nami, Usopp and Luffy," you decided, looking away from Zoro. You still loved him, but it hurt to look at him right now after what he did.

"I'll help you, you shouldn't even be moving around like this," Sanji gently took hold of you and led you away.

Zoro wanted to protest, wanted to stop you and pull you into HIS arms is HE can guide you around, but you looked so heartbroken because of him he felt too ashamed to act on that thought.

"No, it's okay. Zoro can help me."

"Are you sure?" Sanji asked uncertainly.

"Yes."

He was stunned to hear you say that. His head snapped in your direction, to see you making your way over to him. He thought he might have passed out and was now dreaming when you wrapped your arms around his middle, leaning into him.

In one swift but gentle movement, you were in his arms.

"I'm sorry," his deep voice rumbled in your ears, "I'm so, so sorry." And for the first time ever, his eyes glossed over with tears. "Please forgive me. I don't deserve it, but I'll do anything to earn your forgiveness. Please."

His begging caught you off-guard, but you were too saddened by the way his voice cracked while he was speaking.

"I love you. I promise I'll show it. Please, please give me a chance."

You bit your lip, looking down at your lap and fiddling with the hem of your shirt, "Why did you do it?"

His grip on you tightened, and he let out a shaky breath, "I thought you deserved better than me. I tried to make you hate me so it would hurt less when you found someone else. Because you deserve someone much better than me, and I don't deserve you at all."

"That's not for you to decide," you said quietly.

"I know, I know," he mumbled, ashamed. He couldn't even meet your gaze anymore.

You sighed, making him look at you, "You are the biggest idiot I have ever met, you know. But despite that, I am still madly in love with you. And I forgive you." You kissed his cheek. "Now let's go find the others."

A week later, you were still hobbling around the ship like an old lady with a back problem. Much to Zoro's chagrin, as he kept insisting you stay in bed and he'll do whatever you needed to do. The rest of the crew agreed, all of them taking turns to do your chores or help with your duties while you just rested and recovered.

And you know damn well this green-haired man is going to pick you up and take you straight back to bed if he sees you up and about.

"I'm fine!" You protested, when he brought you dinner that night.

He glared at you, "Your blood is still soaking those bandages. You are not fine. Now stay."

You pouted, "I'm not a dog."

He sighed and gently pressed a kiss to your forehead, "Let me take care of you, alright? I have a lot to make up for, and this is just the start."

"No, you don't have anything to make up for," you smiled innocently, tugging him down next to you. "You didn't attack me."

"But I-"

You shut him up with a kiss, "Listen, it's pretty fucking impossible for me to hold a grudge against you, or to even stay mad at you for five seconds. Seeing the look of shame, guilt and regret on your face on the island was enough for me to know that you didn't want any of that to happen. And what's the point of being upset or angry over something that you didn't intend? It's a waste of emotions."

He stared at you in awe, your words striking him deep, "I'm still sorry."

You sighed. You had already long forgiven him, but he had not yet forgiven himself. It was going to take him a while.

"Here."

You glanced up from your bed as Zoro walked into the room, holding something out to you. Your eyes lit up when you saw what it was, eagerly taking the book from his hands and shifting into a more comfortable position.

"I figured since you're stuck here for a while, might as well keep you from being bored," he sat down next to you, slowly. "Do you...like it?"

Over the last few days, you had gotten a multitude of gifts from the green-haired swordsman. From handcrafted to store-bought, he had been surprising you almost every day with something new. He was also - very surprisingly - getting along with Sanji, after hearing you ask him to be nice to the cook. It seemed he was pretty serious about proving his love and erasing all trace of that horrible incident from your mind.

"Does it hurt??"

You snapped out of your thoughts when you heard Zoro's concerned voice, realising you had started crying. With a shaky laugh, you shook your head no and wiped your eyes - you got as far as two drops before he wiped the rest away.

"No, I'm just...I'm so grateful for you. You've been amazing these last few days, even more so than usual. I just don't know how to thank you, and I'm overwhelmed by how loved I feel right now. I love you. So, so much."

His concern melted away into shyness, the small blush coating his cheeks giving away his embarrassment. He tried to cough awkwardly and play it off, but you knew better. He loved being complimented, he was just too stubborn to show it.

"Love you too. Come here." He got into the bed next to you, pulling you close so you lay on his chest, letting you dive into the book while you rested on him comfortably.

His acts of service did not stop.

Even after you were able to walk around with no pain, Zoro was still lifting things out of your hand, carrying them to where they needed to be for you. He was still offering to take your night watch, or any watch, and he was still doing your chores.

Even...dare I say it...washing dishes.

"Here."

Sanji handed him another dish to wipe, just as you walked in. You giggled at the sight, a tiny pink apron draped over your boyfriend's body as he wiped the dishes dry and set them on the rack.

"I see you two are hard at work."

Zoro lit up at the sound of your voice, almost dropping the plate he was wiping. He turned to give you a rare, happy smile, greeting you with a loving gleam in his eyes. You returned the smile and sat at the table, watching them work and thinking about how much you absolutely adored this man.

"I can work now, you know."

"Let me think...no," both he and Sanji said in unison.

You laughed.

#one piece live action #opla #zoro x reader #opla zoro #zoro x you #opla x reader #roronoa zoro #opla zoro x reader #one piece

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extraordinari1y-ordinary-writer · 3 months

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A Night to Remember

Pairing: Steven Grant x Fem!Reader

Summary: It started with a movie.

Content Warning: NSFW; p in v sex; unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it); Marc giving our boy some tips 😏; vaginal fingering; multiple orgasms; creampie; language; fluff, maybe; Steven and Marc are warnings; kinda rough sex?; Marc kinda fronts for a bit…to help Steven out; really bad ending 😂; whatever else I failed to mention

Word Count: 1,670

Note: Was this requested? No! This was a suggestion from @steven-grants-world in response to my post. I hope you guys like it! I'll come back here and there to make some edits where it's necessary. Any gifs or pictures I use are not mine.

Happy Valentine's Day — if you celebrate it.

Gentle reminder that I am always open for feedback! 💕

NSFW (18+)

Your lips were soft against his, moving with a familiarity that fogged his mind. One of his hands cradled your face, the warmth of your skin seeping into his own. His other hand rested at your hip, thumb stroking your clothed skin. The two of you had been watching a movie, sharing popcorn and the occasional shy touches as time ticked on. It wasn't until the halfway mark that Steven felt brave enough to initiate a kiss. The second you moaned against his lips, he knew he was a goner. The soft warmth of your skin, how your lips moved perfectly against Steven's – how could he not get lost in it?

Your scent clouded his mind, flooding his senses. And the soft warmth of your lips – gods, he was in heaven! You were so close, body melting against him the longer you two kissed. You nudged your nose against Steven's, nipping his bottom lip. He gasped at the sensation, your tongue moving past his lips, deepening the kiss. Steven whimpered, and you moaned; he tasted delicious. Your fingers tugged at his messy curls as you melted further into him. Your tongue explored his mouth for a moment longer before you pulled away. Your chest heaved for air, resting your forehead against Steven's.

The poor gift shopist was a gasping mess. His cheeks were burning, his mind hazy and his eyes clouded from the make-out session. You blinked at the man before you, both hands cradling his face gently. Steven's focus flickered from your eyes to your swollen lips. He couldn't stop himself from kissing you again, devouring your mouth with his. Your lips moved together perfectly; a whimper escaped you. Steven felt something stir in him – knowing he could get that kind of sound out of you sparked a pleasurable sensation deep within him.

Do what she did, a voice stated. Steven's brows furrowed, use your tongue. She'll love it.

Steven paused for a moment. You whined at the loss. Letting out a heavy breath, Steven mumbled an apology and resumed the kiss. It was heavy and deep, filled with need and building up with lust.

Steven, do it. Or, at the very least, kiss down her neck. There was that voice again. It sounded almost like –

Marc! he snapped. Embarrassment flooded the gift shopist. Was Marc watching them? Sure, it was just a make-out session; but still… he had your integrity to think of.

Have you been watchin' this whole time? Steven pressed. An annoyed lilt decorated his words.

It's kinda hard not to.

Bloody hell, Steven whined. Can't I just have one night–

Complain all you want, Marc interrupted, sounding equally as annoyed, but I'm trying to help.

You nipped at Steven's bottom lip again. Only this time you weren't looking to be in his mouth; you wanted more from him.

Just trust me on this, okay? As much as it embarrassed him, Steven was curious. He wasn't as experienced with women as the mercenary was. You were the first semi-serious relationship Steven had been in. He didn't want to mess it up. When he didn't argue, Marc took that as a sign to continue. Okay, he started, kiss down her neck.

Steven kissed along your jaw and down the soft skin of your neck. He gave the occasional nip and suckle, listening eagerly to your whimpers and whines. Steven shifted where he sat on the sofa, hoping to accommodate the pleasurable discomfort he was beginning to feel in his groin.

You're doing great, Marc encouraged, keep goin' at it, until you–

Steven nipped at one part of your neck. You moaned, melting into his body. One hand gripped the back of his head, pushing him further into your neck.

"Fuck," you gasped. "Do that again!"

Steven did just that. He nibbled and suckled and kissed that spot while you squirmed against him. The sounds you made only added to his growing arousal. Your other hand found one of his; you carefully guided his hand to your chest. When you felt his hand cup your breast, you let out a breathy whine. Steven groped her breast through her shirt; relishing in the feel of her soft flesh.

Take her shirt off, Marc ordered. His voice sounded husky. Steven hesitated. Look at her, man, she wants you to touch her.

Steven pulled back and looked at you. Your face was flushed, eyes glazed over and lips swollen. He peered at his hand, still groping your breast. He moved his hands to the hem of your shirt and you gasped. With more encouragement from Marc, Steven tugged your shirt off. You were wearing a black bra underneath; he gulped. Biting your bottom lip, you maneuvered your arms to unclasp your garment. The straps fell down your arms until your chest was exposed to him. Steven failed to bite back a groan. Shifting your hips, you tugged your pants down until you were left in nothing but your panties.

Fuck, Marc hissed. Steven was panting, watching as you climbed onto his lap with your arms draped over his shoulders. Marc moved Steven's hands so they gripped your waist, thumbs stroking your sides. Steven leaned forward, pressing kisses to your breasts. He took your nipples into his mouth and suckled. He alternated between each breast, suckling on your nipples and leaving wet, open mouthed kisses on the soft skin of your mounds.

"Oh fuck," you groaned. You started grinding your hips against his; an involuntary reaction. Steven could feel your wetness coating your panties. His erection was straining against the confines of his pants.

Lay her down. Marc was definitely turned on. And start taking your clothes off. Let her see you.

Steven moved so you were lying on your back on his couch. He removed his lips from your chest to take his sweater off. You sighed dreamily when you saw his bare chest.

"So beautiful," you hummed.

Steven hovered over you, planting a sloppy kiss to your lips. "You're the only one here who's beautiful," he mumbled against your lips. "So breathtaking."

His hand moved to your panty covered heat. Your panties were soaked. You whined into the kiss, your legs spreading wider.

That's it, Marc encouraged. Feel how wet she is – she needs to come, Steven. You think you can do it?

"Gonna make you come," Steven groaned. You practically sobbed. He teased your covered core for a second longer before he stuffed his hand down your panties. His fingers rubbed along your slit. Your juices coated his hand before pushing his index finger in. You moaned his name. His finger thrust and curled in you, testing the waters. There was still that uncertainty on Steven's end, knowing this would be his first intimate moment with someone. What if he didn't please you in the way you wanted? Would you still be attracted to him? Would you still like to be with him? Steven got so caught up in his anxieties he didn't catch on to Marc's impatience until it was too late.

Marc fronted before Steven had time to react. He was breathing heavily, looking at you in the way a predator looked at prey. He shoved two other fingers in and started pumping. You cried and moaned, grinding your hips against his hand. When his thumb started working on your clit, rubbing tight circles on the bundle of nerves, you started chanting Steven's name. The gift shopist watched as you submitted yourself to Marc – and him – and the pleasure. He watched as Marc worked to undo his pants and boxers, his erection breaking free and slapping against his stomach.

"Fuck me," you chanted. "Keep going – ah! – just like that! I-I’m gonna – fuck!"

"Just like that," Marc hissed. He worked your cunt even harder, feeling your drenched heart clenching around him. "Fuck, just like that–"

You came with a high-pitched moan. You gushed around Marc's hand, arousal dripping from his fingers. He kept pumping, keeping the orgasm going for as long as he could.

You gonna fuck her good? Marc challenged. He was drowning in his lust. Good girls like her get fucked nice and rough. Or do I have to show you how it's done?

You were looking at him so nicely, all spent and soaked. Your legs were spread, eager for his cock to fill you.

Marc heard Steven whimper. The mercenary looked down at you again. You were begging at that point, desperate and needy. Steven used that opportunity to front, stuffing his hardened length inside you. You let out a moan. He snapped his hips, holding you down. He watched your breasts bounce with each thrust, the way your eyes rolled in pleasure. His cock was hitting that one spot, the one that made your toes curl and brain short circuit.

Just like that, Marc panted. Oh fuck – just like that! So good, such a good slut!

You felt so good around him; so tight and wet.

"Steven," you cried. You chanted his name as your second orgasm built. Steven felt his fast approaching. His pace became sloppier, hips slapping against you until you both reached your highs. You kept chanting Steven's name, ropes of thick come coating your walls. Steven was a whimpering mess, the feel of you clenching around him only prolonging his release.

When your highs subsided, the two of you took a moment to catch your breath. Steven looked at you; your cheeks and chest red, eyes still hazy. You looked absolutely wrecked, and he couldn't imagine you looking anymore gorgeous.

When your gaze met with Steven's, you gave a small smile. "Maybe we could finish the movie another time," you joked. Steven chuckled.

"How about tomorrow?" he offered. Your smile widened. "You spend the night here and I make breakfast in the morning. We can do whatever you want after."

"That sounds amazing." You leaned up and kissed him.

Steven could practically feel Marc smirking. He'd have to have a few words with the mercenary…

…after begrudgingly thanking him.

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rottngdeer · 1 month

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Heyy, so I have a request for an NBC Hannibal imagine. I don’t know if this is to brutall or anything, no worries.

Could you write an imagine with short shy reader (female or gn) were she is secretly dealing with depression and also like in the early stages of a relationship with Hannibal and like one day he comes to her house (you can make up a reason) and he finds y/n in her bedroom on the floor harming herself and and she is like losing blood and can like barely talk to him before she faints and he brings her to his house after to care for her.

No worries if it is to dark, but I would love it if you do….

I love your other Hannibal stories a lot too ❤️❤️

thank you, i’m happy that you enjoy my other stories :) sorry for the delayed response to this!

Pairings || Hannibal Lecter x Female!Reader

Contents/Warnings || Mentions of depression, self harm, and blood.

Gif found on Pinterest from the user sydney14well

Hannibal hadn’t heard from you in three days. He was rightfully worried, and decided that he would drive to your house to make sure that you were alright. He brought along a glass container of horderves he had saved from his last dinner party for you, knowing that you would be grateful for them.

You had only been dating for two months, and you hadn’t ever stopped answering his calls and texts like this before. He pulled up to your house, noting that your car was in the driveway and a few lights were on inside.

Hannibal knocked on your front door, container in hand and waited for your response, only to stand alone on the front steps for several minutes. He looks around the porch for a moment before lifting up your doormat, finding exactly what he suspected he would. He picks up your spare key, unlocking your front door, knowing that he was pushing limits in such a new relationship, but not caring about that part yet. He walks through the house; the main hallway, the living room, the kitchen, leaving the container on the counter. He hadn’t been in your house yet, so he was carefully picking up on every detail he saw. He made it to your bedroom, looking around for a moment before seeing your body laying in the doorway of your bathroom and the room. He quickly moves towards you, shrugging off his coat and rolling up his sleeves as he seems the amount of blood on the floor.

He kneels down beside you.“Y/N,” he says your name gently, and your eyes open a little, looking up at him. He notices how pale you were and the razor beside your bleeding wrists, and he connects the dots easily. He opens the cabinet beneath the sink, pulling out your small first aid kit. He knew it wasn’t much, but it would have to do for now. He notices you floating in and out of consciousness before your eyes dropped completely.

You awaken in a haze, disoriented and confused. Your wrists sting as you use your arms to help you sit up, and you look down, noticing your carefully bandaged arms. You see movement in the corner of your eyes and look up, noticing Hannibal standing in the doorway. “You’re awake,” He says, and only then you notice that you’re not in your house anymore.

Hannibal notices your confusion and sits on the edge of the bed beside you, “I found you at your house and I brought you to my home. I have more resources to take care of you here.”

You bite your bottom lip, looking back down at your bandages wrists, “… thank you,” You say in a small voice. Hannibal’s hand finds your thigh, giving it a gentle and reassuring squeeze.

“Would you like to talk about what happened?” He asked.

You hesitate before signing, finally explaining some things, “I’ve... been struggling with mental health issues for a while now. I was doing okay for a few weeks and I was happy, but it didn’t last long… I guess I just finally hit my breaking point..”

Hannibal nods understandingly, not pushing you for any other details. “You’re in safe hands,” He says, looking at your bandages, “You don’t have to, but I would like for you to stay here for a few days, so I can make sure you heal properly.”

“I’ll stay… thank you,” You agree, leaning back against the headboard.

“Would you like something to eat?” He asked.

“Yes, anything.”

He gives your thigh another squeeze before he stands up, stepping out of the room to cook you something, thinking of ways you ensure your safety and comfort while keeping you with him.

#hannibal #hannibal lecter #hannibal nbc #mads mikkelsen #hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal x reader #hannibal x y/n #hannibal x you

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nhlclover · 10 months

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goodnight n go | quinn hughes

summary: when your best friend begins to act distant you wonder if your harboured feelings have become exposed.

request: yes / no

warnings: angst, cursing

a/n: somewhat based on ‘goodnight n go’ by ariana grande. quinn looks so boyfriend in this gif

word count: 1.7k

It’s been 5 years since you watched your best friend get drafted by Vancouver. It was a dream come true for everyone. You watched from the sidelines as he played at Michigan, setting records for defensemen there, then as he started his professional career.

You’d accepted that you wouldn’t see him during the winter months, and you were okay with it. With you being from out of state, you only really saw Quinn during the summers at the lake house in Michigan.

Over time and the more you and Quinn got older, the more you realized what you once thought was just a schoolyard crush became something more intense.

You decided before the season finished that you were going to finally tell Quinn how you felt. You confided in Jack about your feelings, with the middle Hughes encouraging you to tell his brother how you felt.

However, from the moment he arrived at the lake house, you could tell something was off.

Quinn was quieter than normal. You’d wondered if it was because of the less-than-desirable season the Canucks had. They just barely escaped the bottom ten in the league and had traded away one of their best players. The season had taken a toll on Quinn and you could tell. But you were unsure if that was the whole reason.

Normally he would find solace in you, but you’d barely been able to hold a conversation with Quinn for more than a minute. Nothing seemed to get him to talk to you and you couldn’t figure out why. Part of you wondered if you’d somehow let on about your feelings towards him.

What if Quinn knew you liked him and he didn’t reciprocate the feelings, so he was distancing himself on purpose?

It was driving you nuts not knowing why your best friend wasn’t talking to you. You could barely hold him in a conversation for more than a minute before he would excuse himself, and he would barely acknowledge you in group conversations.

When you tried to ask Quinn if he still wanted to do your annual sunrise swim, something you’d done every year since you were twelve, he told you that he wasn’t really feeling up to it and then locked himself in his room for the next hour.

The entire week was like that. An attempt at conversation on your part was consistently met with a one-word answer and Quinn walking away.

Now you were watching Quinn say goodbye as he was going back to Vancouver early for pre-season.

Quinn hugged his mom and dad, then Jack before turning to you and your family. You watch him shake your father's hand before hugging your mother. He turns to you, seemingly holding his breath.

“I’ll uh… see you around.” He says.

You freeze, caught up in a mixture of confusion, disbelief, anger, and a little bit of embarrassment at the goodbye your best friend gave you.

Quinn picks up his bag, heading out the front door to where Luke is waiting in the car. The eyes of your family and the Hughes were on you. You could only bear to look at Jack, who raised his eyebrows, hinting at you to go after him.

You walk out behind Quinn, watching him walk to Luke’s car waiting in the driveway. “What the fuck?” You scream.

Quinn turns to you, a pained expression on his face. He doesn’t say anything, he just looks at you.

“You come home, it’s my first time seeing you in almost a year after you ghost me for half of it, and then you don’t fucking speak to me the entire time.” You yell. You don’t care if the rest can hear you from inside or if Luke can hear what you’re saying. Every sentiment from the past week is bubbling up inside you now spilling out. “And now you don’t even hug me goodbye? 16 years of friendship and all I get is ‘see you around’?”

Quinn doesn’t offer an immediate reply, instead looking down at his shoes. You storm over, shoving the tall brunette boy by his shoulders. He stumbles backwards, dropping his duffle to the ground. “Y/n.” He says. His tone isn’t angry. It’s soft and almost remorseful.

“Don’t ‘y/n’ me.” You sneer, tears balancing on your bottom lashes. “Talk to me! Say something!”

“I don’t want to do this.” He says, grabbing the bag from the ground. He walks to the car, throwing the bag into the backseat.

“Fine.” You say, defeated. “Walk away. You’re a coward.”

He sighs, looking up at the sky. “Y/n.”

“No fucking go. You clearly don’t want to be friends or whatever the fuck we were so go.” You say, wiping away the tears streaming down your face.

Quinn’s expression changes, his eyebrows furrowing. He opens his mouth to speak, but you cut him off. “No! Just…” Your voice falters. “Go, Quinn. Please.”

He huffs, getting in the passenger seat. You watch Quinn and Luke discuss something quickly before the engine turns on and the car backs out of the driveway.

Your chest heaves with sobs as you run back into the house, past yours and Quinn’s families and up to your childhood bedroom. Walls lined with photos of Quinn and you from when you were in diapers to just last year, sitting by the campfire drinking beers. You let sobs rack your body as memories of your friendship from over the years flood your mind.

A soft knock on the door pauses your cries. The door clicks open and Jack's head pokes in. “Y/n?” He says softly.

You stick your head out from under your comforter, giving Jack a view of your red and puffy eyes, with tear-stained cheeks. He slipped in and shut the door behind him, lying down next to you.

“I’m sorry.” He says. You roll over, curling into his side.

“I just don’t understand.” You say.

“I don’t either, honestly,” Jack says.

“Does he not talk to you?” You asked.

Jack sighs. “It’s Quinn, remember? He doesn’t tell us much.”

Jack looks over at your face before laughing lightly. He grabs a tissue from the box on your side table, handing it to you. “You’ve got mascara and snot all over your face.” He says.

You give his shoulder a light shove, taking the tissue and wiping it around your eyes. Jack gets up from beside you, looking out the window that overlooks the front yard. You toss the tissue in the wastebasket, looking at Jack, who’s got a grin on his face.

“What are you looking at?” You ask him.

“Go downstairs.” He says, closing your curtains.

“What?”

“Go downstairs! Quickly!”

Jack yanks the blankets off you, pulling you up. You look back at Jack as you hear the sound of the front door opening and then clicking shut. He simply grins, shoving you towards the staircase. You walk down the stairs and to the front entrance, where you see Luke taking off his shoes.

“Luke?” You ask. It hasn’t been more than 15 minutes since he and Quinn had gone to the airport, even though the airport’s almost half an hour away.

“He’s outside, please don’t put me in this again.” He says, walking to the living room.

You walk outside seeing Quinn, standing on the walkway. His bag is by his feet, a nervous air surrounding him. “Why are you here?” You ask.

“I couldn’t go.” He says. His eyes are pained but there’s a small smile on his face.

“What?” You asked.

Quinn steps forward, his wide stride stopping him right before you. “I fucked up. Big time, believe me, I know.” He says. “I was so scared to tell you how I felt in fear of ruining this…us. I mean we’re Quinn and y/n. We’re supposed to be best friends till the end, right?”

Quinn’s words confuse you, not understanding where his sudden change of attitude came from or what point he was trying to make.

“What are you saying, Quinn?” You ask.

“I think I’m in love with you.” He says.

Your heart pounds against your rib cage, heat rising to your cheeks. The words you’ve been wanting to hear from your best friend's mouth for years.

“And I don’t even know if you feel the same, but I can’t leave knowing you didn’t know,” Quinn says. “I love you, y/n, and I have for years.”

Your instincts drive you and suddenly your hands are on his face, your lips pressed together. It takes a second for Quinn to recognize what is happening but when he does, his hands are on your sides. His stubble scratches your chin slightly, but you don’t mind. He pulls you into him, deepening the kiss.

You pull back suddenly, stepping out of Quinn’s grasp. “Wait.” You say. “I don’t understand, you have been a dick to me this entire week. Why?”

“I was scared, y/n.” He says. “I’ve had a crush on you since we were sixteen. I thought I was over you, finally, but when I saw you last summer, I realized I was more in love with you than I’d ever been. I didn’t think you felt the same and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. I was so scared of losing you if you didn’t feel the same, that I just assumed cutting you out of my life was easier.”

“Why would you ever think that was the easiest option?” You ask, throwing your hands up.

“I don’t know! I… I don’t know.” He says, defeated. He hangs his head, looking down at his shoes.

You sigh at Quinn’s mild stupidity. You place a hand under his chin, forcing him to look up at you. His soft eyes are the same as when you were 9 and you had dared Quinn to kiss you, only to run when he tried.

“Not having you in my life is the last thing I ever want to happen. I don’t care if we hate each other's guts. All I need is to have your eyes in my life.” You say.

Quinn scoops you up, holding your body against his. His lips crash into yours, desperate to share your air. Your arms wrap around his neck, your toes just barely touching the ground. You’re tentative and careful, just lightly brushing your lips against his. Quinn leans in further, needing your lips on his.

The living room window being cracked open releases the squeals of your mothers, happy to see the two of you finally realizing what the rest of them realized when you were just kids.

#nhl #nhl imagine #hockey #luvzegras #quinn hughes #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes x reader #hockey imagine #vancouver canucks

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perpetuallyconfused10 · 9 months

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Drive My Car (1/2)

GIF by rqgnarok Part 2

WARNINGS: None. Just two idiots in love. And maybe Hotch is a little too soft.

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“Fuck.”

The voice is low enough that you think you’ve imagined him at first, but there he is, standing at the bottom of the stairs leading to his office with one hand pressed to his forehead and staring at the phone in his other like it’s burned him.

“Hotch? Are you alright?”

He turns to look at you, appearing about as startled as you imagine he ever can. “I’m fine,” he says. “I didn’t know you were still here.”

In his defense, you didn’t expect to be here this late either. The others had left the bullpen over an hour ago, having finished their paperwork much before you.

You hold up the culprit for your staying behind, a Use of Force report that had ended up taking a lot longer than planned. “Just finishing up. Are you sure you’re okay?”

The hand on his forehead moves to his hip, and he studies you for a few seconds. Then he sighs. “My car’s in the shop. Jessica was going to bring me home, but Jack’s gotten sick and she doesn’t want to move him from his bed. I’m going to call a cab.”

That explains why he’s leaving so early. You’ve never heard of him leaving before eight or nine.

“Poor kid. That’s never fun,” you say with a wince. “But you’d be lucky, Hotch. It’s seven on a Friday night. Everyone and their mother is calling a cab.”

“It’s quicker than the subway.”

His voice is flat, worried. You make the decision in a second. “Not quick enough. Let me drive you.”

Hotch’s brow furrows as he considers your offer, mentally calculating the distance from your apartment to his. “I couldn’t ask you to do that for me. I’m miles out of your way.”

He’s right. He is miles away, but that doesn’t deter you. As wonderful as Jessica is, from what you’ve heard, you know Jack idolizes Hotch. He’ll want to be with him now.

“I’m not doing it for you,” you say with a smile, knowing you’re about to play your ace. “I’m doing it for Jack, who is sick and should see his father.”

There’s no room to argue with you. Hotch picks up his briefcase and thanks you. With long strides, he leads the way out of the bullpen and towards the garage.

Ten minutes later, find yourself rushing to stack empty to-go-cups and loose papers, shoving them away as Hotch climbs into your car. “It’s no problem, really. Sorry about the mess.”

Hotch shakes his head. His lips are a little less downturned than usual, which in your mind almost constitutes a smile. “Consider it noted,” he says, “We’ll talk during your next performance review.”

Fighting a smile, you can’t help it. You hit his arm. “I take it back. I’m not sorry.”

“It really isn’t a mess,” he says. “And you really shouldn’t be sorry. You should see my car. You can’t move for Jack’s toys.”

You hum, hands gripping the wheel as your reverse out of the spot, “Be careful what you admit around me. You might be my boss, but I can always snitch on you to yours.”

An amused huff is the closest you get to making him laugh, but you take it. He shakes his head. “I’ve had too many uncomfortable conversations with Strauss to bother counting. I’m sure I’ll survive.”

“Not if I have a hand in it.”

Neither of you says anything for a long while after that, and neither mind. What the protocol is for driving your boss home outside of work, you aren’t sure. If there is something in the FBI manual about it, you’re quite sure Hotch knows it – but asking him feels a little on-the-nose, and so you keep quiet and put the radio on.

You’re also sure that there isn’t anything in the FBI manual about what music is appropriate to listen to with your boss in your passenger seat. If there were, you’re certain the songs on at the moment – half of which you vaguely remember Morgan and Garcia dancing to on one of the team’s nights at the bar, and the other of which might be their next choices – don’t make the cut.

Feeling your face heat up, you clear your throat. “I think I have a couple Beatles albums in the glove box if you wanna look for one,” It isn’t so much a suggestion as it is a request — maybe even an order – and you know he senses that. With a nod, he reaches over to open it.

“You’ve got eclectic taste,” Hotch says after a moment, raising an eyebrow at you as he pulls out one of the CDs buried somewhere in the pile. “I didn’t take you for a Mozart fan.”

The corner of his mouth pulls itself into a smirk. It’s the kind reserved for non-working occasions, or, alternatively, occasions that don’t require the wearing of a suit jacket. Like now. Not that you’ve noticed the broad lines of his shoulders in his dress shirt, or the movement of his Adam’s apple as he speaks, more easily seen with the top two buttons undone. And if you have, that’s nobody’s business.

You shrug. “I’m not one, really. Reid likes it.”

For a long second, he looks at you. “You keep a CD in your car for Reid?”

“He doesn’t like the radio. It’s distracting. I don’t particularly like it, either.”

Hotch doesn’t let up, “That’s…very thoughtful of you.”

Keeping your eyes on the road is more of a task than you’d like.

“They’re only a couple dollars. I just buy them when I see them.”

He takes another look in the glove box, grabbing a beaten-down copy of The White Album and pushing it into the player. But before the opening to ‘Back in the USSR’ is even over, he’s pressed pause and shifted in his seat to look at you head-on. Silence stretches between the two of you again. The dull hum of the engine and the rain battering the windows sound, of a sudden, much louder.

“What? You’re making me nervous.”

He is. If becoming skilled in the art of dangerous driving weren’t a side-effect of working with the BAU, you might’ve crashed the car by now.

You chance a look over at him. His expression is set in a frown. Over your short tenure with the team, you’ve fallen witness to enough of what Morgan deems his ‘Hotchner frowns’ (trademark implied) to know that this one is different. There’s something softer about it, more considerate than displeased.

“Those other albums…Sinatra, Radiohead, Stevie Wonder…you’ve barely touched them. Not compared to the others.”

Damn profiler. The stubborn part of you — which was a larger part than you’d like to admit — wanted to ignore him. Even so, you know it’d never work. Hotch is just as stubborn as you are, and worse than that, he is far more patient.

“They’re not my favorites, no, but—” you relent.

Gently, Hotch cuts you off. “No, they’re not. They’re Rossi’s, Prentiss', and Morgan’s. I’m sure you’ve got records in there for JJ and Garcia. And–”

You look down again at your hands where they rest on the wheel. The skin of your knuckles pulls as you tighten your hands around it. In a sigh, you admit it. “—And for you too, yeah.”

He tilts his head. When he speaks, his voice is soft. “Why?”

Retreating into silence again, you turn the corner onto his street. But even off the clock, Hotch’s presence is commanding, his stare on you unassuming and exposing all at once.

You laugh. “Remind me never to end up in an interrogation with you again. You’re terrifying.”

“You haven’t learned enough from them if you’re still deflecting,” he says, ignoring your jibe. Instead he folds his hands in his lap.

You could double down, tell him jokingly to fuck off and then claim that swearing at him is entirely acceptable in non-working circumstances. What it is stopping you from giving him the answer he wants, you’re not sure. This isn’t the office. It’s not neutral ground. This is your car, your territory. Forced out of the context of work, Hotch is no longer just an abstract concept, your hardass of a boss — he’s a real person. Your friend. And something about that pulls at you.

“I had a little trouble adjusting, at first,” you say, stretching the words out until they become unfamiliar things. “More than I’d expected. I knew when I took the job what it’d be like. On paper, at least. But the first few cases…it was another thing to be doing it, you know?”

It’s the truth. The early days, right after you joined the team, were rough. They’d been a constant guessing game of when to speak up and when to keep quiet, when to shove down all of the stress and the fear and the self-loathing and when, if ever, to let yourself feel it.

Hotch stays quiet this time, and you can’t bring yourself to look at him. Was it too honest to admit that? His presence has gone to your head, like wine on a summer evening.

“I never let it affect my work–” you say in a rush, self-preservation instincts in full swing. You stop halfway, let the words wither in your throat.

One of Hotch’s hands twitches as if to reach for you, but retreats at the last seconds, remaining limp in his lap. He hums, his voice a low murmur. “I know that.”

You’ve come this far. Might as well finish this. “We’d come home from a case, and sometimes I’d drive Reid back so he didn’t have to get the subway. We’d drive back to our apartments with the radio on. But the news…”

Hotch sighs, “...Another robbery, another murder. Another thing out of our reach.”

There’s no judgment in his eyes, none of the sharp analysis profiling demands. It hits you again that you aren’t talking with the man that conducts your performance reviews, but the man who rolls his eyes at Reid and Morgan’s bickering, the father who’d drop anything to make his son happy.

A smile feels a little out of your reach as you remember those early months, so you settle for a nod. “I picked up a CD or two after the first couple weeks. Then I found out Reid liked classical music, so I looked for some. And it made sense, if I was giving Morgan or Prentiss or Garcia a ride too. I guess it got a little out of control.”

Hotch shakes his head. “That’s not out of control. It’s kind,” he starts, then stops for a second, his features rearranging themselves into a frown once more. “You know you don't have to do nice things for people to get them to like you, don’t you?”

Eyes widening, you almost think you’ve heard him wrong. “What?”

He tilts his head, his gaze on you soft as you put the car into park in front of his apartment complex. “Maybe you don’t do it anymore, but towards the beginning…I got the feeling you thought you’d have to move mountains to get the team to like you. And you didn’t.”

He’s right. You really had felt alone, for the first few months. You’d done everything you could to make yourself tolerable: memorized Garcia’s miles-long Starbucks order, lied about where you lived to Reid so he didn’t feel guilty about taking a lift from you, nodded along when Morgan told you about his housing projects even though you hadn’t a clue about property development. You’d done it all. And it had worked.

Maybe you hadn’t needed to do it. But over time, obligation had morphed into affection, and you liked to. Hence the music.

“Hotch…”

You’re glad he speaks before you can get any further, because you really have no idea what to say. “I mean it,” he says quietly. “Anyone with sense would do that all on their own.”

“Thank you,” you say, swallowing. “I hope Jack feels better soon.”

“I’ll tell him you said hi. He’ll appreciate it.” he says, checking his watch. “I’d better go check on him. Thank you for driving me back. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

You nod. “Tomorrow.”

He climbs out of the car, head bowed against the rain, and you wait for him to get inside before you pull away. You’re not mad about the Beatles. The White Album wouldn’t be your pick of their records. But the drive is long, long enough to let yourself think, and you leave it playing until you’re home.

#hotch x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #thomas gibson #aaron hotch fanfiction #how the fuck does tumblr work #soft hotch #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotch x reader #ssa aaron hotchner

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Sydney's Little Liebe | Sydney Lohmann x Child!Reader

warnings: not proof read but i promise you it's fluffy

word count: 900

summary: the very first time your favourite tante meets you, part of Sydney's Little Liebe

a/n: look at that! i've upgraded my game to making my own gifs 😂

You’re only a couple hours old when you meet your Tante Syd.

Of all your Tantes, she is the first to meet you.

In fact, other than Momma and all the medical staff, she is the very first person you meet.

Your Momma is absolutely exhausted after having you but she texts Sydney a photo of you nonetheless.

The midfielder has just finished a gym session when she sees the photo, as well as the caption, ‘Look who’s here….Do you want to meet her?’

You’re all red in the photo but you look to be sleeping peacefully. There’s a pink blanket swaddling you and your face is kinda squashed but Sydney is positively sure she’s never seen anything cuter.

She had known you were due to be born any moment but she didn't think that today would be the day.

With one hand already throwing her belongings back into her bag, she uses her other hand to reply to your Momma, telling her that she’s already on her way.

It’s not even twenty minutes later that your Tante's knocking on the door of Momma’s hospital room.

She had only stopped to pick up a bouquet of flowers and to rub her hands with a liberal amount of hand sanitizer, the bottle being conveniently located at the hospital elevator lobby.

Your Momma says to come in and Sydney pushes open the door.

‘Oh.’ She breathes as she sees you in your bassinet.

The blonde is not even aware that she’s crossing the room until she is right by your side.

You’re awake and less red now, more of a pink really and Sydney gently touches your hand.

She jumps when you close your hand around her finger, her heart beating fast.

‘Hi…’ She murmurs, completely and utterly taken by you.

Your Momma laughs, knowing that you have worked your charm on the midfielder and that she’s definitely going to spoil you silly.

Sydney takes you in for another long moment, looking at how tiny you are and how you already have the beginnings of fine hair growing on your head.

You look so serious, with your wide eyes and she can’t help but cry a little.

‘She’s entirely perfect. You’ve made the most perfect baby on Earth.’ She chokes out, to your Momma.

Walking over, she places a delicate kiss onto her fellow Bayern Munich player’s forehead and passes her the flowers.

‘She’ll have a lot of people looking out for her. Honestly, there is no way you’ll be able to keep our team away from her once they find out she's been born, especially Glo but I am here for you okay? I’m looking out for you. Anything you need, anytime you need it, just let me know. I will be there.’ Sydney promises.

‘Thank you Syd. That means more to me than you will ever know.’

Your Momma’s voice is soft and slightly tearful. She reaches for the midfielder’s hand and squeezes it before smiling, ‘Do you want to hold her?’

Sydney’s bottom lip trembles, ‘Really?’

‘Of course really.’ Your Momma tells her, slowly getting out of the hospital bed and picking you up.

The blonde remains motionless, staring at you with nothing short of awe.

Momma chuckles and quietly asks her to sit down.

So Sydney mechanically does but her hazel eyes never leave you.

‘I-I don’t know how to carry a baby. I’ve never held one before.’ The midfielder nervously stammers.

’You’ll do alright Syd, just make sure to support her head.’ Your Momma reassures her.

Then she transfers you into your Tante’s waiting arms.

Sydney releases a shaky breath. You are far lighter than she expects and she keeps her arms steady so as to not jostle you.

By cradling you to her chest, she gets an up close look of your little features.

‘She’s beautiful.’ The blonde murmurs.

‘You’re so precious.’ She whispers to you, brushing her finger across your cheek.

She makes sure to do as your Momma asked, supporting your head in the crook of her elbow.

You wiggle in her hold and scrunch your nose up, making her laugh.

‘I’m your Tante Syd and when you’re a bit bigger, I promise you that we’re going to have so much fun. I promise, Little Liebe.’

Your Momma giggles, ‘Little Liebe is cute and I know I’ve been referring to her as it for a while but don’t you want to know what her name really is?’

‘Oh so you finally decided on one?’ She teases.

Momma rolls her eyes, ‘Yes, yes I did and while I didn’t use any of your suggestions….’

Your Tante pouts, ‘Not even Sydney? What’s wrong with my name?’

‘No and that’s just it, it’s your name but…I did the next best thing. Her middle name is Tilly. Short for your middle name, Matilda.’

Sydney inhales sharply.

She’d tried so hard to keep her tears at bay earlier but now she’s completely unable to.

Your Momma takes a photo as the blonde emotionally presses a kiss onto your forehead.

‘I’m going to be the very best Tante in the world for you. I’m gonna buy you so many presents, I'm going to teach you how to play football with your Momma and get you all the ice creams you want when you're older. Just you wait Little Liebe because you and I? We're going to be best friends.’

German Translations:

tante - aunty

Little Liebe - Little Love

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aemondsbabe · 5 months

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A Promise is a Promise

summary: promises & phone sex || tom's trying his best to make it home to you by christmas, but a snowstorm derails his plans

pairing: tom bennett x f!reader

warnings: mature/explicit, 18+ (minors dni!), no use of y/n, afab reader, phone sex, dirty talk, fingering, masturbation, breast/nipple play, very slight angst but happy ending, probably not historically accurate bite me, let me know if i missed anything!

word count: 2.3k

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Your breath fogs up the window as you look outside one last time, sighing heavily as you watch puffy snowflakes rain down from the sky, scattering through the pale yellow shafts of light from the street lamps. You peer up and down the quiet street, frowning at the sight of all the twinkling lights and festive candles that decorated so many of the townhouses, feeling decidedly un-cheery this year.

Deciding that it wasn’t worth it to torture yourself further, you pad up the stairs to your bedroom, trying to ignore the soft glow from the Christmas tree in the front room. Your footsteps sound much louder than normal in the quiet house since your parents were out for the evening, attending some holiday party at a friend's house, one that you were in much too foul of a mood to even consider attending.

You’ve hardly had the chance to change your clothes before the phone in your room starts ringing loudly, making you jump. Sitting on your bed, you roll your eyes as you reach for it, expecting it to be your parents or some friend, calling half drunk from a party no doubt.

“Hello?” You sigh, pressing the phone to your ear as you stare disdainfully out the window, watching more and more of the traitorous snow fall from the dark sky.

“Well, try not to sound too excited.” A familiar voice chuckles, instantly making you perk up.

“Tom?!” Your eyes widen as you press the phone harder against your ear, “Where are you? Are you okay? I thought you said you’d be home this afternoon!”

You can hear him laugh on the other end of the line at your rushed questions. “Relax, love, I’m fine,” he sighs, you can hear springs squeak softly in the background, like he’d sat down on a bed, “The train’s just got delayed, ice on the rails or some fucking nonsense, and with the damn snowstorm, well…” He sighs heavily.

“Delayed for how long?” You ask, crestfallen.

“Dunno, the man at the station said maybe a day, maybe two,” you can practically hear his frustrated sneer, “What with it being Christmas eve, everything’s just a damn wreck, apparently.”

“Oh…” You try not to sound too heartbroken, not wanting him to feel worse, “Well, did you find somewhere to stay in the meantime? I hate the idea of you sitting at the station.”

“Yeah,” he scoffs, “Some shoddy little inn. The train had to stop at some farming town in the middle of God knows where, but a bed’s a bed, I suppose.” You can hear two thuds in the background, no doubt him tossing his boots off somewhere carelessly.

“I’m glad you’re somewhere safe, Tommy,” you smile sadly, idly fidgeting with the bottom of your night shirt, well, really his nightshirt, “I wish you were with me, though.” You whisper, trying to ignore the sad little squeeze your heart gave.

“Wish I was too, love.”

The two of you sit in a comfortable silence for a moment, happy to simply listen to each other breathe after so many months apart. You really are trying not to let it get to you too much, but he only got so many days of leave from the RN and once he got shipped back out… you dare not think about it too deeply.

There’s some rustling on the other end of the line and you furrow your brows as you listen, hoping the storm isn’t interfering with the phone lines too.

“Tom?”

“‘M here,” he reassures you, springs creaking again as he settles back on the hotel bed, “Was just taking off my shirt.” He cooed, making you roll your eyes as you picture his playful smirk, your cheeks flushing as you imagined that cheeky little head bop that followed most of his lewd comments.

“Now there’s a sight I’d like to see.” You hum, reclining back against the many pillows on your bed with a small smirk.

“Bet you’d be falling all over yourself for it,” he laughs, propping up a knee, “It’s a miracle you’ve lasted this long without it.”

“Without what?”

“My cock.” He answers, voice confident and cocky.

“Tommy!” You squeak, giggling despite yourself, which makes him chuckle on the other end, “And here I was hoping months away would turn you into a romantic!”

“Fat chance, love.” He laughs heartily, smiling genuinely for the first time in months.

Again, a comfortable silence washes over the two of you, each of you clinging to the phone like it was truly a lifeline, feeling closer than you have in months although you’re God knows how many kilometers apart.

He sighs again, though this one makes you smile. It’s a familiar sigh, one he only does before he says something he knows will get a rise out of you.

“What’re you wearing?” You can hear his smirk, you can practically feel it on you as he speaks, his voice already low and raspy.

You can’t help the tittering little giggle you let out, biting your lip as your cheeks flush further. “Erm, just your button down, actually,” you say, shy all of a sudden as you squirm atop your covers, “The one you wore in secondary some days… oh, and knickers.”

“And knickers,” he murmurs, quiet for a moment before continuing, “My girl in my shirt n’ I’m not there to see it. A real shame.”

“Yeah…” you whisper, fidgeting with the small buttons lining the front.

“D’you have my shirt buttoned, love?”

“Yes?”

“You think you could unbutton it for me?”

The way he asks for it has your heart racing, excitement building steadily within you as you rub your thighs together, already seeking something to lessen the tension within you. Almost automatically, your hands reach for the buttons as you cradle the phone on your shoulder, holding it in place with your cheek.

“Yes, Tommy.”

“That’s a good girl, love.” He praises, chuckling lowly as a small, delicate whimper just barely makes it through the phone lines.

You scramble, all but ripping the shirt in two until finally the fabric falls away. You’re already breathing heavier, chest heaving enough to have the shirt slip off your chest instantly; your nipples harden quickly in the cool air of your bedroom, the small radiator only doing so much to heat the space.

“It’s unbuttoned.” You breathe, squeezing your eyes shut as you desperately try to envision him doing the same.

“God, I wish I was there,” he sighs and your ears perk up when you hear a soft tinkling in the background, cheeks heating up at the thought of him slowly taking off his belt, “I miss those perfect fucking tits, lovely girl. Got off thinking about them every night.”

“Yeah?” You ask breathily, your fingers skimming softly over your stomach, coming to rest in the valley between your breasts.

“Mhm,” he murmurs, already breathing hotly into the phone, “Pinch them for me, pretty girl, yeah? Like I would.”

You gasp and quickly do as he requests, not being able to hold off any longer yourself. You whimper into the receiver as you tweak your nipples, your eyes roll back in your head at the thrill that shoots down your spine and settles right between your legs.

“Fuck, good girl.” He praises again, sounding like he’s speaking through clenched teeth.

“What’re you wearing?” You ask breathily, lightly tugging at your stiff nipples still as you rub your thighs together, your center already aching, “What’re you doing?”

“‘M rubbing my cock through my boxers,” he sighs heavily, “S’all I’ve got on.”

The thought makes you whimper again, imagining him cupping his already twitching length through the thin fabric of his underwear. Your mouth waters as you picture a wet patch near the tip, his cock leaking at the thought of you.

“Tommy,” you sigh as your back arches into your own touch, “Can I?”

Your meek question makes him chuckle. “Can you do what, love? You’ll need to be specific.”

You whine this time, biting your lip as your cheeks flush. “C-Can I…” you start, still feeling so impossibly shy around him sometimes, “Can I touch myself?”

“Thought you were already touching your tits?”

“Tommy!”

“C’mon, pretty,” he laughs, licking his lips as he imagines how cute you must look, cheeks all blushed with embarrassment, “Y’know what I wanna hear.”

“Can I touch my cunt?” You murmur, voice high-pitched and breathy.

“Fuck,” he breathes, head lolling back against his pillow, “Yeah, y’can, love, lemme hear you.”

Mindlessly, your hand drifts down. You don’t even bother to take off your panties, too impatient to go to the trouble as you shove your hand inside. A moan is punched out of you at the first touch, your core already throbbing as you glide your fingers through your slick folds. Tom groans along with you as your fingers finally begin swirling around your clit, your thighs spreading further.

“What, shit,” you sigh, a shudder rippling up your spine, “What’re you doing now?”

“Got my cock out,” he rasps, his voice catching, “Thinking about you while I fuck my hand, God, I wish it was your tight cunt, pretty girl.”

You whine again, back arching once more as your fingers skim over your clit before dipping down to gather more slick from your dripping entrance. You all but see stars when you rub yourself again, core clenching around nothing.

“Wish you were here…” You murmur, breath catching as you move your hand a little quicker.

“Yeah?” He asks in a low voice, “What would you want me to do?”

“Fuck me,” you whine, wiggling your hips impatiently, like he was just at the end of the bed teasing you instead of lost somewhere in the countryside, “Want you to fuck me, Tommy.”

He groans, louder than he probably should in a small inn. Your face flushes when you hear him spit, imaging his cock glistening as he uses it to stroke himself.

“Christ, I miss that pretty cunt,” he mutters, breath catching, probably speeding up in time with you, “Get a finger in there, love, fuck yourself like I would.”

Obediently, you do as he says, rutting against your own hand as you unceremoniously push two fingers into yourself, marveling at how tightly your walls already clench around them.

“Fuck, Tommy!” You squeak, clit tingling every time your palm smacks against it as you fuck youself.

“God, that’s it,” he groans, “Keep going, fuck, ‘m not gonna last.” He warns, knowing it’s been too long since he’d last had any privacy.

“‘M not going to either,” you assure him, shaking your head to your empty room as if he could see you, “Feels too good, oh!” You gasp, your whole body tensing up as you crook your fingers up, expertly locating that sensitive spot within you.

The two of you pleasure yourselves together for another few moments, heavy breaths and moans passing between the phones. Finally, Tom groans lowly again and swears through gritted teeth.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum,” he pants, the slick sound of his hand streaking over his cock in the background nearly makes you unravel, “Cum with me, pretty girl, please.”

The whiny way he says please is your undoing and you finally break, calling out his name breathily as you arch against your sheets. Slick sounds fill your bedroom as you peak, breathless at the way your core clenches rhythmically over your fingers.

Tom isn’t far behind you, his rough groans only adding to your pleasure. You whimper when he hisses out your name as he finishes, envisioning the way he paints his lower stomach with spend, cock twitching against his palm.

You breathe heavily for a moment as you both come down before you dissolve into giggles, your sour mood from earlier almost completely gone.

“Fucked you dumb n’ I’m not even there,” Tom gloats, sighing as he wipes away his cum with his boxers, too tired to get up and clean himself off properly, “You’re gonna make me blush, love.”

“Tommy!” You groan playfully, admonishing him through a giggle, “You’re horrible.”

“You love it.” He laughs tiredly, yawning quietly.

“Tired?”

“Yeah,” he huffs, the bed squeaking again as he makes himself comfortable, “Sorry love, s’been a long day.”

“I would imagine so,” you smile sadly still, twirling the phone cord around a finger, “I’ll let you sleep.”

“I’ll get to you tomorrow,” he promises, his voice heavy with sleep, “I swear, told you I’d be back for Christmas.”

“Tommy…” You sigh, glancing out the window to see snow still pouring from the sky.

“I mean it,” he murmurs tiredly, “A promise is a promise.”

You wake with a start, jerking up in bed as you look around blearily, unsure of what woke you. Your eyes narrow as you glance at the clock on your bedside table, too early still for even your alarm to be going off.

You jump as you hear a knock from downstairs, someone pounding at the door. Rolling your eyes, you slip on a robe before making your way downstairs.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” You sigh, rubbing sleep from your eyes as you reach for the doorknob, tugging it open with a frown.

“Wha–” You stop in your tracks, gasping loudly.

“Y’gonna let me in or are you gonna leave me out here to freeze my bollocks off?” Tom asks with a grin, laughing when you practically leap into his arms and pull him into a suffocating hug.

“Tommy!” You gasp, clinging to him, “How did you, when did you?” You stutter, a million questions running through your mind. Finally, you pull back just enough to look at him, nearly crying as you at last look into his familiar blue eyes, “How?” You breathe.

“A very nice famer with a truck,” he laughs, holding you tightly to him, “Told ya I’d get home to you by Christmas.”

Not being able to hold off anymore, you press your lips against his, feeling warm despite the cold.

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chouxsardine · 5 months

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Mariner's Complex -- Jake Kiszka x reader

Summary: "Look for the lighthouse when you are lost, it will always bring you home. May the light in your soul guide you, may the love in your heart keep you strong." -- Jake is nervous before going on stage. You know just the right way to calm his nerves.

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x reader

Word Count: 2532

Warnings: 18+! minors be gone, mention of alcohol, mention of anxiety, public sex, unprotected penetrative sex, soft Jake (please let me know if I missed any!)

Genre: Smut, hurt/comfort (kind of)

Author's note: This piece is inspired by the gif above. I am smitten upon seeing it. This is my first time writing smut. It's about vulnerability, about receiving and giving love, lots of love. It is my fictional way of hoping that Jake is reminded of being one of the best guitarists out there and that he is loved by us. Deepest thanks to the wonderful @sacredjake for beta reading and for inspiring and encouraging me to pick up writing and post this. Please do yourself a favor and read her works; they're awesome beyond words. Enjoy!!

🎧: songs that pair nice with this piece: Lost at Sea by Lana Del Rey and Rob Grant; Mariners apartment complex by Lana Del Rey (can you tell I'm bad at titles now?)

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There’s just something about the air in the stadium before the concert; it feels like with every inhale, it immediately turns into adrenaline. With its graininess accentuated, one can almost sense the atoms buzzing in the air, like a shoal of sardines forming a bait ball, enclosing him, a cyclone where he is the eye. Is this what Josh means when he writes “carbon dancing through time” ?

His mind is racing a million miles a second; it’s like hoping onto a car with broken brakes, he’s bound to hit something in the hazardous terrain——

Knock knock. “Jake?”

As if someone pulled the switch, he is snapped back to reality. He immediately recognizes the voice of his lover. The sweetest sound in the world. His shoulder visibly relaxes, the corner of his mouth turning up, and his heart feels tender. He has always appreciated this—forever so considerate and thoughtful, always respecting his privacy even though they have already been together for so long.

“Come in!”

As expected, his lover’s face came into view, the familiar smile.

“I got you the salad you wanted!” You said, raising the white plastic bags in your hands.

You can tell he is anxious the moment you push open the door. Years of a committed relationship must have formed some kind of telepath between you two. You can almost sense it in the air. Is it a thing though? Like the service dogs that can smell it when their owner’s heart is beating too fast. Well, you know someone’s heart is certainly racing now.

You can’t quite figure out where his anxiety is coming from. They boys are at the middle leg of this tour. Is it from the traveling? Or maybe it has to do with his string snapping during soundcheck earlier? Or it could just be his brain playing tricks on him. And you respect that, even amazed or amused because you know it’s from the very same place where all the amazing melodies and witty remarks are born.

You spotted the glass on the vanity. Amber liquid barely covering its bottom, corresponding to the proportionate empty space in the newly-opened bottle of whiskey right next to it. You know Jake is never one to get plastered before going on stage. The alcohol is just a pacifier for his nerves. You follow his gaze to the white roses sitting in the vase. He’s remained quiet all this time, not even trying to hide his feelings, only giving you a smile through his reflection in the mirror. The comfortable silence hangs mellowly like willow branches, a mute radiation of his trust and vulnerability.

You set the bag aside and squat down in front of him, thumb brushing the back of his hand. You know better than to ask questions like “are you okay”. You know that right now your physical presence is already a comfort for him. You’d rather let him take the lead for the rest.

Jake tilts up your chin—a silent cue for kisses. You happily oblige, feeling his lips forming a smile upon contact with yours. He releases a contented sigh, pulling back after a moment. “I’ve missed you.”

“Yeah? You’ve got me now.” Now sitting across his lap, your hand rests gently on his cheek. Jake immediately leans into your touch like a cat, turning his head and pressing kisses into your palm.

“They already double-checked it. I’ll ask them to pay extra attention before the show starts, just to make sure.” You said, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear, revealing the little hoop dangling.

Jake hums, knowing you are referring to the snapped string earlier. Stupid mistake. His throat feels dry, “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I——”

“Shh,” you give him a peck on the lips, “none of that. You don’t have to explain anything. Those feelings are valid. And they are temporary.”

Then a brilliant idea strikes you.

“We’ll take a walk, alright?”

“Here?” He cocks his head in slight confusion.

He immediately recognizes that you are giving him a taste of his own medicine. Well, in a good way. He knows you are talking about one of those “mental health walks” that he proposes when you are engulfed by the noises inside your head. But the backstage is not street gardens or some hiking trials in a park, how will that work?

“Yeah, you have time. Right?”

There’s indeed at least a good half an hour before the last sound check. He can’t argue with you. By the way, when were he ever able to say no to your invitations? This little genius mind of his lovers, constantly conjuring up the most amusing and endearing words and ideas like the hat of a magician. With a resigned smile, he caves in, placing his hands in yours.

“Come on, up you get, you lazy butt.” You step back and pull on his arm.

“Hey, you love this butt!” He protests in feigned grievance.

“Yup, can’t deny it’s a nice one.” You jokingly smack his ass as you follow him out of the dressing room, feeling happier hearing his banter, seeing him slowly getting back to himself. He’ll get there, you will make sure of it.

The corridors are generally quiet around this time, allowing the artists to rest before the real frenzy starts. Occasionally, stage crews pass by, rolling equipments boxes down the hall. You two swiftly move out of their way, hand in hand, strolling as if window shopping in the mall. You are entertaining Jake with a funny little incident you saw on your way to buy him food.

“You should’ve seen it, really,” you snort out a laugh recalling the scene, “that poor lady is struggling so hard and the shopping cart is just running away from her, loaded with two cases of Guinness!”

Jake is laughing with you, slightly shaking his head in disbelief. You turn to admire his profile, the apple of his cheek rising, the wrinkle to his nose deepening, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. There’s nothing you love more than seeing Jake smile and laugh, it never fails to create that fizzy feeling in your heart, like a bubble approaching the surface of a cream soda.

Having jumped out of your storytelling, your attention diverts back to the feeling of Jake’s arm snaking around your waist. Now his hands are sliding up your sides, from the small of your back to the sweet spot on your flank.

He turns to look at you. Upon meeting his gaze, you immediately pick up the implicit plea. His caramel eyes full of admiration, the edge of his iris grows fuzzy. His eyelashes flutter as his gaze falls to your lips.

You cover the distance between you with a kiss. This one is different from the one in the dressing room. The tip of his tongue tickles your bottom lip with small licks before him pulls back a bit and mutters under his breath, “Want you, want to be close to you.”

Once again, you are more than willing to indulge.

It’s just so convenient that you happened to be near the corner where a pilaster protrudes enough to hide you from the passersby. As your back hits the wall, your fingers are already tangled in Jake’s hair, holding him close. You are circled by him, his freshly applied cologne lingers, now well adapted to his skin, bergamot wrapping the hidden notes of pepper and cedar. Jake kisses along your jawline and traces downwards, creating a dotted line of kisses across your breasts and hovering over your navel. His hands tugging on the waist of your pants. As he unzips it smoothly, he dives back in with more kisses, nibbling on the material of your underwear.

“No,” you mumble, tugging on his elbow motioning him to stand up, “I want you in me.” You loved it when he goes down on you, but not now. Now you need it to be about him, you know he needs it too.

There is a halt in his movement, suddenly his eyes a shade darker.

“Yes, let it out, Jake.” You hold your forehead against his, making sure he hears every word certain and clear. Whatever it is, a much-needed release, a claim of territory, an outlet of his bundled nerves. “Use me. Fuck me.”

“You’re gonna be the death of me.” Jake sucks in a breath.

You smirk, tilting your head back against the wall and surrendering more of your body to his arms. Jake’s hands on your thighs cover the coolness of your skin as your pants pool around your ankles. His knuckles tracing your heat through the fabric, the ghostly touch making you squirm.

“Please, Jake.” You loop your arms around his neck, raising up a leg pressing it into the side of his waist.

“So wet for me already, angel.” With frantic eagerness, he takes out his length and pulls your underwear aside. Your slickness draws his hard cock inside as he bottoms out in one firm and steady thrust. Jake was looking down as he enters you, his eyebrows creased in concentration, eyelashes throwing shadows under his eyes. He never fails to marvel at the way your bodies connect, it catches him in awe every time no matter how many times you have fucked, just as you are exploring each other’s bodies for the first time. When his gaze meets yours again, it’s like moonlight spilling behind clouds. You are the only object of his vision.

“Yes!” You mouth silently as he starts moving, him picking up the pace almost instantly as if placed in a running wheel. Jake’s head nuzzles into the crook of your neck, hot breath radiating and him lapping up at whatever area of skin he comes in contact with. His arm goes under your knee and finds leverage on the wall, the other hand holding onto your pelvis, pinning you in place. The rough texture of the brick wall rubs against your back along each shudder, magnifying the titillation deep inside you.

You feel like with each thrust his insecurity and anxiety ebbs away like the snaky morning fog, replaced by his confidence and charming self: the one you know will work his magic on stage tonight just like ever, the one that will make the entire stadium shake and roar just by his fingers moving across six strings, the one that proves both to the world and to himself again and again that “it could be done”.

You can feel him swell and twitch against your walls, you squeeze you thighs and clench, knowing he’s getting close. The spasms of his cock tickling that particular spot to the point of no return, the ecstasy washing over you like a cascade. The whines and screams rolling and tumbling in your chest like a pot of boiling water, threatening to jump out of your mouth. You roll your eyes back and swallow them down, releasing only one suppressed moan of “let go, baby” against Jake’s ear, and that is enough to send him over the edge.

With one jerk of his body, he cums hard. You can feel the additional thickness of his release almost dripping down your crotch. Jake’s whole weight falls towards you with the hunch of his shoulders. His chest presses firmly against your body, its rise and fall teasing your still hard nipples.

You hold his head against your chest as he comes down from the high, fingers brushing away the naughty strands of hair that have flown into the corner of his mouth and stuck to his cheek.

“As much as I would like to stay here forever, you really have to get going. They must be looking for their rockstar everywhere.” You chuckle while shimmying out of your rumpled underwear, using it to clean up.

“Damn.” Jake leans back against the wall as he watches you, still on cloud nine and short of words. For a moment, all he can do is look at you.

“Stop staring.” You nudge him, unable to stop blushing facing his caramel eyes filled with unadulterated adoration. You bet if you could reach into them, you would find a handful of stars. Plus, Jake looks exceptionally beautiful post-fuck, the upturn at the corners of his mouth accentuated the curve of his cupid’s bow. The smug smirk is counterbalanced by the rosy blush on his cheekbones, a tell-tale sign of his satiated desire. Good. That’s what you’d expected and what you’d like to see.

Jake cups your face in both of his hands as he leans in for a kiss. This time, almost childish, his pouted lips pepper all over, the bilabial “mwah” is especially pronounced, causing you to giggle again.

“Quite the walk, huh?” You insinuate.

“Well, now I prefer to call it the ‘mental health fuck’,” Jake slowly straightens his back, resembling a cat stretching after a content nap. “Catch you on the flip side, my love.”

He was already a couple of strides away when he rushes back to kiss you again, catching you in surprise. Aggressive and fervent in his actions, but oh so gentle when his mouth meets yours. This is the type of kiss where he takes the lead, and you are completely at his mercy. The tip of his nose brushes against yours, and his teeth softly bite your lower lip. It’s a kiss that steals your breath and your heartbeat away for tits entirety . “You know you are my lighthouse, yeah?” He stares right into your eyes, his voice low and husky. “ You always guide me back when I’m lost at sea. My Leucothea, my Lady of Luck.”

You feel a lump in your throat, and every word goes straight to your heart. The feelings there are so overwhelming that they rise and swell like tidal waves. It;s so much love that it makes you want to cry.

“Gosh, Jake, such the poet.” That all you manage to say.

“Because you’re my muse, my angel,” Jake smiles again as he steps back one last time. “And now it’s time for me to set sail again, yeah?”

“Aye aye,” you blow him a kiss, “Fair Winds, Captain.”

You watch as he leaves. The Starcatcher symbol on his back standing tall and proud. The crystal embellishments on his jacket scintillate, jet crystals and glass beads shimmers, reflecting the lights like a thousand stars falling onto his shoulders. He is the warrior that breaks their fall, wearing them proud as a crystal armour. You watch as he marches forward, carrying on his shoulders the weight of dreams. Your dearest rocker, the bravest captain.

For Jake, the atoms are still buzzing, but now he can feel them moving rhythmically, like the joyful wings of a hummingbird or the secret dance of bees. They delivering a yet undecipherable but nonetheless auspicious message. Soon he will be going on stage, carrying a heart full of love from his lover, so he can give all his love to his fans out there. And he knows if he looks, he will find you among the crowd, a cluster of flame, a powerhouse of love.

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Thank you so much for reading!! :) any comments and feedbacks are greatly welcomed and deeply appreciated.

The description of Jake's jacket is heavily relied on this post

kudos to who spotted the TLSP reference hehe

If you are in need of some fluff, feel free to check out my another Jake pieces: Permission to Fall || Ticked (all my boxes) || Love is a four-legged word || The Lucky Ones

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demonicbaby666 · 1 year

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Unspoken Rules

one shot | Marvel Masterlist | Masterlists

Gif not mine, credit to owner

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x fem!Reader

Genre: Angst with spice and a tiny bit of comfort

Words: 3.4k+

Warnings: NSFW, smut, cursing, top!Wanda, bottom!reader, praise, strap-on use (W), kinda beefy Wanda (not sure).

Summary: Wanda had been paying you late night visits for a couple months now, and despite there being no verbal agreement, you knew feelings had no place in the relationship. Despite that, feelings had begun to surface within you and you tried to suppress them until one night you can’t help but blurt out the truth.

A/n: okay so timeline wise i would say this is set between age of Ultron and Civil War however you can play around with it as you wish! For future fics I’ll try to tinker them so it works well with timelines but for my first Wanda fic I hope this will do! Also please let me know if there are errors haven’t really proofread it well <3

Unbeknownst to the team you and Wanda had been seeing each other for close to six months, though ‘seeing’ wasn’t the best way of putting it. What started as a one-night stand had now become a full-fledged, sex crazed, lustful, non-committal relationship. The key words being non-committal.

Though you knew you wanted more than just quick fucks and sneaking around, it seemed fairly clear the same could not be said for Wanda. After losing so many people, letting anyone into her heart was an absolute and definite no. So, you settled. It wasn’t your proudest moment, but the way she made you feel during those nights she’d quietly enter your room was unlike anything you’d ever known. She knew your body in a way no one else had come to know it, pinpointing each pleasure point and utilizing them till you were utterly spent almost every time.

Though you could never tell her, you relished the comfortability that exuded from every interaction the two of you shared. The only kicker being it was fleeting, and you’d be forced time after time to watch as she snuck back out of your room without so much as a word, or you’d wake up to an empty bed. None of that mattered, the unspoken rules were simple, feelings had no place in what the two of you were doing.

Judging by the lack of sleep you were enduring due to Wanda’s absence; it would seem you did indeed care a lot more than you wanted and the unspoken rule was now tarnished and swept to one side. The truth was she had become your weakness, one too many times your thoughts had been clouded on missions when Wanda was in a compromising position. Yes, it was stupid to doubt her abilities, but your heart would stop whenever she went quiet over comms, driving you insane. The anguish you felt when she’d come back injured was incomparable, it tore at your heartstrings not to be able to run over and tend to her wounds.

Whether the same was applicable to Wanda remained unknown.

It was early in the morning, the sun cascaded in through the curtains of your room, another reminder you hadn’t slept all night. Soft faint chirps could be heard from out the window and though, to some, they were comforting, they only added to the clutter headache that was forming and vibrating along your temples. It had been almost a week since Wanda had last visited you in the dead of night, and you were coming to realise just how reliant you’d become on her to lull you to sleep.

It had been around the three-month marker she’d begun staying with you after your endeavors, by morning the hands that held you tight would be gone, and with them, her. You told yourself it was more than before, and that had to be enough, that this wasn’t a relationship, you didn’t do the things couples did, so on the first night she stayed with you, you kicked yourself for assuming the outcome would be anything other than what it was.

Sleep didn’t seem like it was on the table, the bedsheets clung to your chest, and though they provided warmth it was nothing compared to that of another body. All you wanted to do was go to Wanda, but you knew better. The previous few nights you’d longed to hear the creaking sound of your door, light footsteps making their way to your bed and soft fingers exploring every inch of your body. It was never the other way, she was in control, another unspoken rule.

Wanda chose where, she chose when, and no matter how hard you wanted or tried to say no, the primal need for her would always win over. The reality was you’d never stop letting it win, giving yourself over to her in any way she wanted time and time again. There it was again, that unyielding yearning for her, it controlled everything you did, overshadowing all rational and logical thoughts.

You were lost so in your own thoughts that you’d failed to hear the light footsteps that padded towards you on the bed.

“Hey.” She whispered.

Raising your head and sitting up, your gaze landed on sage green orbs peering down at you. They seemed empty and hollow, the dark rings that tinted her under eyes indicated you weren’t the only one battling sleep.

“Hey.” You replied with a soft, timid smile lining your lips.

She bent over and connected your lips for mere seconds, you’d barely had time to kiss back before Wanda’s lips trailed down your jawline and came to your neck. Lightly she began sucking on the skin, immediately your body responded, letting her push you backwards until your head once again made contact with soft pillows.

Some nights were slow and passionate, others were fast, and hunger filled, this however, was different. The kisses were filled with sorrow, and sadness, it was as though they were almost painful. Unspoken words were being translated into feather light pecks, deciphering them became harder and harder with each passing moment. Butterflies flittered around low in your stomach, your hands became clammy, demanding to roam free and feel Wanda’s bare skin.

She took her time peppering light kisses all over your neck before slowly pulling down the bedsheets and sliding a hand under your shirt, though her hand never strayed higher than your waist.

Giving into desire, you brought your hands up and slowly ran your fingers through auburn hair, your fingertips lightly grazing over her scalp. The hand on your waist still hadn’t moved, even when she hoisted herself on top of you.

She dragged her lips back to yours, her tongue dangerously edged out and slipped through the part in your lips, which you readily allowed and accommodated for. Her tongue met yours and the two muscles swirled around each other engaging in a reunion dance that sent embers of heat down to your core.

This was all so different, and you couldn’t understand why. You knew she used you for your body and in some ways, you did the same, but from the moment she placed her lips on yours something told you this encounter was leading to a kind of intimacy the two of you had yet to share.

Trying to refocus, you poured all your attention to the hand that was finally moving from your waist. Fingertips lightly grazed over your left nipple, tracing slow circles around the shaded area of your areola, under her soft touch you melted like an ice cube on a summer's day. As the kiss continued the air surrounding you both began to fill with a sense of urgency you weren’t used to. Her tongue moved feverishly in your mouth, she started pulling you up until you were both sat upright, and she could easily remove your baggy t-shirt before pushing back down on the bed.

Lips began contrasting the skin over your collarbone with shades of light purple as Wanda began sucking a particular spot, she knew had an effect on you all too well, then delicately nursing the area with light kisses that had your stomach in knots. There was no more denying it, this was different, it was caring, each light kiss held meaning, held some semblance of love. You knew if you didn’t stop now, you’d lose the willpower the moment things got any more heated than they already were, and you needed answers.

Unspoken rules be damned, something was transpiring within this morning visit and you had to know what it was.

“Wait.” You breathed out, resting your hands on her shoulders and applying light pressure to push her away.

The moment her lips left your skin you felt the absence of them crashing down on you, the intimate bubble surrounding the two of you burst when she stared down at you, her eyes held so much confusion but were littered with a vast array of underlying emotions you were helplessly trying to pinpoint.

The silence was deafening, shallow breaths filled the four walls of your room but no words came from either of you. Instead, Wanda stared down at you studying your face, evidently trying to figure out what was going on, a small pout formed on her lips whilst her brow contrastingly furrowed. But her eyes, they were blazing down on you, silently demanding answers.

“Wanda, what’s going on?” You asked, you hadn’t meant to, really you hadn’t, but every syllable was laced with concern.

Her eyes flickered for a second, sadness washed over her face and all her features dropped. Her emotions betrayed her only for a split second before her mask resurfaced and fell into place. She rolled off you and stood by the side of the bed. Her change in demeanor had caught you off guard, the weight of her walking away only dawning on you as she’d almost reached the door.

You scrambled to your feet, ignoring your blurred vision you wedged yourself between Wanda and the door preventing her from leaving.

“Please.”

It was there and then you realised just how small and meek you were, practically begging her to stay, bare chested and in only your underwear, tears threatened to fall as your reflection of submission mocked you in the mirror. You didn’t want it this way, you didn’t want to give in this easily, you didn’t want to need her. You’d tried to fight it over the last few sleepless nights but with the reminder of what it felt like to have her lips on yours it was too painful having it ripped away. Your heart was telling you to give in whilst your mind begged you to reveal the truth.

“I have feelings Wanda.”

Emerald confliction stared you dead on and if it wasn’t already enough being physically exposed, you felt emotionally naked, your body was on fire, your face flushed, whilst her eyes continued to bore down on you.

“I know.”

Her body came crashing onto yours, forcing your back to collide with the door and making a loud thud. Wanda’s hands resting on the bare skin of your waist sent chills down your spine, her lips claimed yours, and you swear you could feel all the emotions seep from her and flow into the kiss. Tears that were formed from shame ran down your cheeks, now tears of relief. The kiss was slow and gentle, nothing like all the previous kisses the two of you had shared. It lasted a few minutes before Wanda pulled back and rested her head to yours.

“You knew?” You whispered, too scared to re-open the topic of discussion.

“I’ve known for a while, just give me time to work it all out, there’s so much I don’t know right now and what we have, I don't want it to stop.” she breathlessly said against your lips.

You laced your finger through thick auburn waves once more, holding her close, not wanting her lips to stray far from yours ever again.

“Okay.”

With that you pulled her back in for a searing kiss that was filled with all the hope you could barely keep contained. You knew it was too much to ask of Wanda to utter the same words you’d said to her, to outwardly admit she too may be harboring feelings, so settling for this seemed a good alternative. She merely needed time, and you would readily give her it.

Her tongued swept the length of your bottom lip and suddenly you were greeted with the feeling of her bare skin against your own, her nipples lightly brushed against your own and sent a pang of heat directly between your legs. The irony of needing time and Wanda making light work of it caused you to smirk into the kiss. Though, the smirk was quickly wiped off your face when you felt something hard press against the thin material of your panties, causing you to quietly whimper.

Wisps of red danced around you before fading into nothing, what was strapped to Wanda though, was most definitely not nothing. When you pulled back to stare at the full size of the strap your jaw dropped working out how exactly you were going remain quiet. Taking a few moments to gawk at the false cock you admired the wearer, letting your eyes wander all over her body, toned stomach, perky breast, lust filled eyes and finally settling on her soft puffy pink lips.

Wanda guided your hands so that they were wrapped around her neck and pulled you in for a tender sweet kiss, most likely as a feeble attempt to distract you. Her hands descended your body, one gripped your waist whilst the other settled on the back of your thigh, which she then swept up to curl around her hip. The strap prodded at your entrance causing you to realise your underwear had mysteriously vanished, but you were too overtaken by waves of desire pulsing through your body to care.

She pushed the tip into you, the size of it already stretching you out and causing your breath to hitch. She waited for a brief second until you gave her a small nod, then began sliding further in until half her cock disappeared into you, deliciously filling your throbbing canal with her girth. The strap steadily slithered all the way out to the tip then back in, each time going in deeper until the full eight inches were inside. Becoming aware that the team were just on the other side of the door Wanda parted her lips to swallow every small moan that was free falling from your mouth.

“Oh shit, you’re so big.” You mumbled into her mouth.

Once she knew you could take her full length, she tightened her grip on your waist, pushing you harder against the wall as she started pumping in and out at a slow and controlled pace; meanwhile her tongue invaded your mouth. The slow fuck was both erotic and torturous, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it that way, each thrust filled you with a sense of joy and sent fire coursing through your veins that was unlike anything you’d ever known, only she could do this to you, Wanda was the only one you’d let do this to you.

“You’re taking me so well baby.” She husked before shoving her tongue back into your mouth.

She had been thrusting into you for several long minutes, the pace still excruciatingly slow and left you all but sobbing. Tension began growing in your lower stomach, your body on fire; keeping her speed at a minimal she increased the power of her pumps, your insatiable appetite still wasn’t being fed. It had been minutes of torture and you wanted, no, needed your release.

“Harder.” You begged against her lips.

Almost on command and with no fight Wanda jerked her hips with more vigour, the harness practically smacking into your cunt, the strap hit that special spot deep inside you with each motion. If it wasn’t for her hand holding you firmly up and against the wall you would have collapsed from the sheer power building up within your core. Small whimpers left your mouth and went barrelling into Wanda’s. Your back rubbed against the wall and you weren’t sure how much more friction you could take before the pain overshadowed the pleasure coursing through your veins.

Unable to control your own body, your head fell back against the door and Wanda was quick to take full advantage of this. Her head slowly descended to your neck when she set about teething, licking, and kissing your pulse point. When her hand moved from your waist to cup your breast you lost all composure and a loud moan rippled through the room, without Wanda holding you as firmly, you began bouncing along to the rhythm she was setting, your back now on fire against the wall.

You moved a hand that was previously holstered around Wanda’s neck to nestle in her hair and pulled her away so she could stare directly into your eyes whilst she continued to fuck you.

“Fuck me on the bed.” you said looking directly into Wanda’s hunger crazed eyes, “please.”

Bringing her head back up so she was level with you once again, she removed her hand from your breast and moved it to the back of your other thigh, mirroring her previous actions she pulled your leg to wrap around her waist and held you firm. Somehow the strap burrowed impossibly deeper inside you causing you to let out a shaky breath and a small cry.

Each step towards the bed caused slight movement within you and you had to wedge your bottom lip between your teeth to stop yourself from making any sounds. You landed softly on your back, hands came to your wrists and pinned you down as pistoning hips drove all eight inches hard and fast into you, working you into a frenzy. You moved as one with Wanda who was forcefully fucking into you, hips ground down in rhythm as the hard silicone moved flawlessly against your g-spot, offering new bats of euphoria to cascade over your whole being.

When you looked up into her eyes the intensity and fire held within them sent you barrelling over the edge. You struggled and thrashed against the hands holding you down, desperate to touch the bare skin of the woman who was taking you to new heights. Wanda’s hips were more frantic, the harness positioned against her clit perfectly so that every thrust sent a jolt of pleasure running through her body, she released your hands, and placed them either side of your head, to evenly hold her own weight. She buried her face into your glistening neck, sinking her teeth into salty flesh in an attempt to muffle her groans but ripping yet another whimper from you. Your hand buried itself in fiery locks and the other fell to Wanda’s ass, helping her in her jagged ministrations.

The tension in your lower abdomen was at an all-time high, and you felt your walls tighten around her false cock, feeling her completely and entirely filling you. You half groaned, half screamed when she kept up her fast pace, your whole body tensed and your back arched as you finally found your release.

Wanda kept sloppily pumping into you, chasing her own orgasm, leading your whole body to shake. Your head flew back, repeatedly hitting the mattress, you were helpless as Wanda was amping you up into a second orgasm. The team be damned there was no way you could be quiet, sounds of your wet sex were drowned out by cries of pleasure from both you and Wanda.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” You sobbed, tears of pleasure stung in your eyes and your fingernails dug into her skin leaving behind five crescent marks.

“Cum with me.”

After a mere few seconds of rapid and hard jerks Wanda bit down harder on your neck containing a loud groan within her throat, you tried to do the same however you weren’t as successful, but none of that mattered, not when you both were enthralled in a pool of passion.

“Now.”

And you did as instructed, you relaxed and let your second orgasm take place, leaving you paralysed. You let your legs fall from Wanda’s waist and bounce down on the bed as you tried to control your breathing. Wanda slumped down next to you, both staring up at the ceiling, panting breathlessly from the events that had left you both speechless and utterly spent. Quiet and carefully, you inched closer to Wanda, testing the waters you placed your head to her moving chest and tried to relax.

You lay in bed dreading the thought of Wanda leaving, your head rested on her chest as she ran her fingers delicately through your hair, the act of affection was all too bittersweet knowing it was momentary. Despite the pit that had taken place in your stomach, the soft slow brushes of her fingertips along your scalp lulled you, your eyelids soon grew heavy, and sleep claimed you.

When you woke up a few hours later, sadness began to set in, as it usually did, however a voice nagged in your head reminding you that this time was different. And it would seem that small voice may have been right. The arm that remained looped around your waist and the sleeping body pressed against your back confirmed that.

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Not A Prank

Lo’ak x Y/n x Tsireya

Obviously its smut. Obviously everyone is of age for these activities, no underage bull crap going on here. Y/n liked the two of them but knows they’re to be mated together and she doesn’t wanna ruin it

Reader is insecure, low self esteem (but mildly placed in there)

Use of Mommy/Daddy Kink

The Gif is what I imagined Lo’ak and Tsireya being like when he asks her where Y/n went.

Reader is AFAB

HUMAN! Y/n

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She was the sweetest girl I’d ever met and the most beautiful. I could feel my heart race whenever she was near me or whenever she would place her hand on mine to help me breathe the way her people do. Even as a human I’d surprised myself for falling for her and her kindness. I knew I had no chance with someone being courted by Lo’ak.

Lo’ak was also fantastic. He was attentive, caring, sweet, he was so cute and hot at the same time. Whenever the anger radiated off of his body causing him to be demanding had me pressing my thighs together all the time.

But with her standing before me telling me what she had just told me I felt like I was slapped in the face by her words. The only people to know how I felt- because I trusted in telling them- were Neteyam and Rotxo, and unfortunately one of them were dead. So it was easy to pinpoint who’d told her how I felt about them.

“Th-that’s,” I stop myself as my shaky voice is making it hard to speak. I could feel the tears prickling my eyes and of course she’d choose now to pull a prank on me. I thought she was better than that.

Tonight was a big party- for what, I’m assuming it had to do with Lo’ak and Tsireya choosing to be mates. I couldn’t be too sure but was told by Ao’nung and Rotxo that Jake and Tonowari had spoken and everyone had gotten excited. But the moment I go with the Sully’s to their marui, silently cry myself to sleep, I’d have to wake up and face them both the next day again.

“That was a mean prank.” I state as my bottom lip trembles and her face falls. She knits the skin of her brows together and if I could give her an award for acting confused, I would, she played the part very well. I left before she could say anything and disappeared between the miniforest as I often call it.

I could feel my feet tingling from the length I’d ran and my lungs burning, refraining to let my sobs out, and from breathing heavily as I started running once I was out of sight. I let my sobs shake my body once I knew I was alone and allowed myself to fall to my knee’s. I had nobody but myself to blame, I shouldn’t have trusted Rotxo when I knew Ao’nung would manage to get the secret out of him.

I’d rather not stay out here and find somewhere to take my mind off of things and saw a huge cave opening with the faintest glowing light up ahead. Something in my mind told me to follow the light and it felt as if the slight breeze had been trying to guide me forward.

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“Do you think it was wise of us to make Y/n late for the party?” Ao’nung asks after having seen the human girl running. He was unsure if he had seen tears in her eyes or not but turns to Rotxo with a worried expression.

He wasn’t the type to instantly be okay with humans, hell, it took him quite the while to be okay with the new humans but they proved themselves useful to the clan. They learned as the Sully’s did and for that they had his respect.

“I think Lo’ak and Tsireya should tell her how they feel instead of her hearing it from their fathers.” Rotxo says with a smile.

“Hmm.” Ao’nung answers just as Lo’ak passes between them with a nod. A slight wind picking up as he does so.

The Omaticaya boy walks over toward the Teal girl who had her own fingers interlaced and was beginning to rock them from side to side, bending at the wrists, a nervous habit she’d picked up from the humans.

“Whats got you nervous now?” Lo’ak asks as he settles his hands on Tsireya’s shoulders and the girls sad expression stares back at him. His own smile disappears as he studies the beauty in front of him.

“What is wrong?” He asks gently.

“Y/n-“ Tsireya speaks as her eyes start to water and she focuses more on making sure the tears don’t fall. She is a sensitive woman but she knew she could not make this about her.

“Does she not share our feelings?” Lo’ak asks her in an attempt to get straight to the answer. If this was the answer he would comfort Tsireya and worry about this problem tomorrow.

“I told her how we felt and she looked so hurt, she thought I was joke-lying.” She states and fights the tears from falling but one escapes as it cascades down her cheek. She looks down in disappointment on herself for not stating it nicer.

“She thought you were pranking her?” Lo’ak asks as the english word slips past his tongue effortlessly and the teal girl nods. He licks his lips to try to think of a way to fix their problem and wipes his girlfriends (soon-to-be’s-wife) tear from her cheek, then takes his index finger to spoon her chin, he slowly lifts it up and she is looking at him through her lashes, fighting her own feelings.

“We should tell her it was not a prank, tell me now, where did she go?” He asks her softly while giving her the kindest small smile.

“Through the tree’s.” She answers and he caresses her cheek.

“Lets go find our Lor.” Lo’ak speaks and takes Tsireya’s hand as he too walks toward the mini forest- as he remembered you often called it. Unbeknownst to the human girl, thats where one of the caves leads to their sport tree.

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I prayed to Eywa upon seeing the spirit tree shining brightly in the night sky. The glowing fish surrounding the tree were dancing beautifully in the water and it was a sight I’d never quite be used to. I felt a sense of calmness wash over me after I finished asking the all mother to help guide me from here. I knew I’d need an immeasurable amount of strength to face Tsireya after what she’d just told me.

I sat on one of the make-shift bridges made with some of the magnetic rock. It floated like a walkway and ended about three feet away from me where a big petal of the spirit tree is illuminating the area I was in. I dip my feet into the water and sigh leaning my body back to see the multitude of stars shining along the night sky. I smile at the sight and decide to lay back down, placing my hands on my stomach and relax while gazing at them. They shined so beautifully it made me wish I was one of them instead.

It wasn’t too long before I was closing my eyes to the sound of the waves carefully crashing. There seemed to only be peace here and I smiled at the sound. I opened my eyes again and screamed at the face I was least expecting to see staring back at me. I almost felt bad that my natural reaction was to slap his face away from mine so I could plan an escape, almost didn’t stop my hand from hitting his face, and although he yelped and pulled away I know it didn’t hurt him.

“I don’t want to talk right now.” I instantly frown and pull my legs out of the water. I knew if I tried walking away now my feet would slip or he’d stop me either way so I stated how I felt instead.

“Why’s that?” He asks and I glance at him carefully. I’m unsure of what he knows but he wasn’t showing any signs of knowing of what had previously transpired and it makes my heart hurt because it must have been a prank and all I want to do is go to the Marui, lay on my mat, and cry.

“I don’t want to talk about the reason either.” I huffed and moved to get up.

“Woah, wait a second.” He places his warm hand on my arm and his one touch stops my movements completely. I move my arm from under his and he holds his hands up in defense.

“Woah, I didn’t know you had Lo’ak cooties.” He jokes and lowers his hands as he brings his knee’s toward his chest, resting his arms on them.

“Thats not funny.” I roll my eyes.

“You used to laugh at that.”

“Once. I laughed once,” I can feel the corners of my mouth turning up as I remember when he asked if thats why I wouldn’t hug him, he had the kids of the village yelling that whenever he got near.

“Theres that smile,” He pokes my cheek lightly and ends up sliding his pointer finger under my jaw and his thumb placed on my cheek.

I admit I had started smiling at the gesture but abruptly moved my face off of his hand and stood up. All trace of my smile being gone. He was doing that out of kindness for a friend not out of love for a mate.

“I’m tired.” I stated and headed toward the cave opening but felt my bicep being grabbed. My stupid flabby bicep with almost no muscle, I was almost home free.

“Reya didn’t mean to upset you.”

And there it goes. He knew the entire time and sat there pretending to be my friend, knowing the words she probably said, knowing the reason I came out here was to hide from them, and this felt like the biggest betrayal, I thought Tsireya was mean but Lo’ak was ruthless. But I should have expected him to stand beside his girlfriend, after all, they’re probably going to complete their union once I left.

“Let go.” I stated and felt proud for my voice not wavering.

“Y/n-“

“No!” I yank my arm away from his and it hurt, he was firmly holding onto me. “You knew and you sat there pretending that everything was fine.”

“Thats not why-“

“I’m sorry, okay? Is that what you wanted me to say?” I asked him even though I was the one who deserved an apology. He shakes his head but I speak before he has the chance to.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t just love you as a brother or Tsireya as a friend. I’m sorry I managed to ruin your marriage party tonight but I swear I wasn’t trying to make this about me. I already know nobody likes me or wants a future with me here. I’m tawtute. I’m disgusting, I’m ugly, I’m pathetic, I know. I hear them every day.” I clenched my fists to stop my hands from shaking. My nails were digging in my palms to stop myself from crying but I knew the tears were falling any time soon, my vision was too blurry for them to not fall now.

“Who told you those words.”

I shouldn’t be surprised that Lo’ak wasn’t by himself. It’s the icing in this piece-of-shit-day-cake. But I was hoping I was wrong for once and he came to talk to me on his own. My mistake.

“I’m going home-“ I turn around and almost bump into Tsireya I blink to try to clear my vision and the tears fall immediately, fresh ones coming to replace the ones that fell.

“Who.”

“Doesn’t matter.” I try to move around her but she intentionally moves to block my way. I look up at her and try to muster all of the anger and hatred I can but she’s crossed her arms and is looking down on me and it makes me want to cry harder.

“Why would you believe them?” Lo’ak’s voice comes from behind me and I’m starting to get agitated.

“Have you seen me?” I chuckle darkly as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“Have you seen you?” He asks in an angry tone.

“I just want to go home.” I sigh, I’m tired and I don’t have the energy to be angry anymore, I just want to be sad, and they wouldn’t be there.

“I asked you a question.” Lo’ak stated so cooly, he sounded stern, like when Jake was mad- he sounded like his father- he had the same accent but it was his voice.

“What does that even mean?” I asked while placing my palm on my forehead, then turning my head to look at him.

“Have you seen yourself?” Tsireya is the one asking this time and I’ve just about had it with their riddles.

“Yes, I’m fat, unlikable-“

“No, you are repeating words.” Tsireya stops me and bends down slightly to come face to face with me.

“We don’t see you like that, Y/n.” Lo’ak states and I can hear him step closer, his hand resting on my shoulder and I want to shake it off and run. I know how you see me I wanted to tell them but I stayed quiet.

“Oel Ngati Kameie,” Tsireya says as she places her hand on my empty shoulder. I could feel Lo’ak squeeze the other as he repeated those words.

“Oel ngati kameie,Y/n.”

“…” I freeze at their words and am only facing Tsireya with wide eyes.

“You are a strong tawtute. You came to our clan knowing nothing of the way we live and have proven yourself over and over by completing the tasks we do. You’re helpful and you are kind. I like seeing the way you handle the children very well and it makes my chest feel like its burning to see you with our children.” Tsireya speaks while looking into my eyes the entire time and I’m shocked when she leans in and kisses me, but I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling. My eyes flutter open moments after she pulls away and she’s smiling, her eyes are full of life.

“You’re intelligent and creative, I’ve heard Ronal become impressed with your knowledge and she wishes she could remember things the way you do. And trust me it is very hard to please that woman-“

Tsireya knocks Lo’aks head from the side and she makes a face at him and I let out a small laugh. I turn to look at him as he continues while slightly rubbing his head.

“-you picked up sign language in a month, I still fumble with it. You’re ambitious and always want to find the answers to the problems when everyone else has given up. You’re so sweet to anyone you meet. You’re gorgeous, fuck, especially when you look at me like that.”

I knit my eyebrows together because I had no idea what he was talking about but he leans down to kiss my lips, his hand coming to caress my cheek, he teases by running his tongue on my bottom lip and I whine before he pulls away. I keep my eyes closed and I’m sure the disappointment is evident on my face.

“But I can’t be with you.”

“Why not?” Tsireya asks.

“You belong to each other, I can’t ruin what you have-“ I stop myself when I see Lo’ak smirking, his eyes shift to Tsireya’s then back at me as if he was talking to her with his eyes.

“What?” I ask as I turn to see Tsireya sharing a smile with Lo’ak.

“We were both having feelings for you but didn’t want to leave each other. It took us a while to talk to each other as we didn’t want to disappoint the other. Then we talked to both of our parents who talked to Eywa.” Tsireya explains and she seems giddy.

“And-“ Lo’ak takes my focus with him as he continues. “- both parents said Eywa has paired the three of our souls together.” Lo’ak stated.

“I thought Eywa only mated two people together?” I asked in confusion.

“Unless theres a match so perfect that there are three- sometimes more- destined to be together.” Tsireya smiles sweetly.

“But I can’t mate with you.”

“Why not?” Lo’ak asks and my eyebrows knit together as I stare down to the floor. I just came to the deep realization that I had been kissed by them moments prior, by both of them, my cheeks were heating up.

“I don’t have a kuru.”

“You don’t need one Yawne, you are enough for us just the way you are.” Tsireya reassures me and I sigh. It feels like they aren’t thinking about this the way I am.

“I can’t give you children, I can’t tsaheylu with you, I can’t hold a bow and arrow or become taronyu-“ I looked at Lo’ak “- or hold my breath long enough to be a diver,” I looked at Tsireya.

“I just can’t-“ I stop myself from continuing the sentence and look up at them, nervously teetering my interlocked hands from side to side. “Trust me when I say I’ve wanted this for so long, but I fall too short to be your mate,” I stated firmly.

“Let us show you how you don’t.” Tsireya circles around to stand next to Lo’ak as they share a look and Lo’ak gives a nod. Tsireya smiles and holds her hand out. I knit my brows as I look at her outstretched three-fingered hand, look up to her face and exhaled quick upon seeing her half lidded eyes, then I look toward her hand again to contain my blush.

Fuck it, right? I take her hand and she gently pulls toward her body. I look back up at her and can feel my feet inching toward her as she takes her other hand to caress my cheek, I flinch at the contact and I could feel my shoulders tense up. She leans down carefully and stops close to my mouth, her eyes looking back up at mine and my breath hitches, the smallest flicks of her ear picking up my gasp. She closes the gap again and lets go of my hand, placing her hand on the small of my back, pulling me in toward her body- still caressing my cheek with her other hand.

She moves her head slightly off to the side and the hand caressing my cheek moves to support my neck, she takes the hand from the small of my back and gropes my ass, and she takes advantage of my gasp and fits her tongue inside my mouth, massaging mine. I can’t help but moan into the kiss at how hot and heavy it was getting, I could feel a heat starting in my lower belly.

“Don’t hog her to yourself, Reya,” Lo’ak whines and the teal girl chooses to disconnect our mouths. I’m breathing heavily having forgotten that I wasn’t breathing since her face got close to mine, I’m sure my pupils were dilated I could see the light from the tree shining on Lo’ak’s face and his were definitely dilated.

He leans in and kisses me and it feels rougher, his lips move smoothly across my own and I could tell I would be addicted between the two. He grabs the back’s of my knee’s as he lifts me up and I jump, wrapping my legs around his waist from where I was being held, Lo’ak moves his rough lips over my jaw line, and I whine feeling Tsireya’s hands gently rubbing my waist and kissing my back. My breath is coming out labored as I feel their hands and mouths on my body, the heat from my belly had grown and I felt like I couldn’t take it much longer.

“Please,” I beg, not sure to whom, but hoping they don’t stop. Lo’ak is nibbling on the right side of my neck and I could feel the goosebumps rise, and the wetness begin. Tsireya does the same on the left side and I bite my lip to stop myself from making any embarrassing sounds making sure to tightly close my eyes, my toes curl as well and I fight the urge to move my hips in Lo’ak’s abs.

“Don’t be shy, sweet girl.” Tsireya nuzzles her nose in my cheek as she speaks in my ears and I whine. Lo’ak hums in agreement and moves his face away from mine, my breaths coming out in short huffs, I’m sure I looked as pathetic as I felt.

“Let us know how we making you feel, princess.” Lo’ak pecks my lips again and sits me downward gently lays me against Tsireya.

“Tonight is about your pleasure more than ours.” Tsireya reassures me as she places her arms under my armpits to fully grasp any part of my body. I nod in understanding but felt shy all over again. I hated sitting down when my tummy was visible and this position does not flatter me at all.

“Don’t be shy,” Tsireya repeats in my ears while Lo’ak sits back to watch, a slight smirk playing on his lips. She ran her teal hands along the lengths of my body and I started feeling self conscious.

“You’re so soft,” She comments and manages to keep one hand on my waist, the other traveling up my side, skipping my breasts- to which I slightly sigh in relief, and she just places her hand under my chin and turns my head toward hers as she captures my lips to her own. Her hand travels toward my top, never untying it, but placing her hands to carry my boobs and I gasp as her thumb caresses my nipples through the shirt. She gently massages them in her hands, careful to tease my nipples, and stick her tongue in my mouth to claim it. I can feel the fire in my belly intensify, I could feel the damp spot in my loincloth.

“Reya,” I whine and she smiles joyfully.

“Yes my love?”

“Please.” I whine again.

“You have to tell her what you want, baby girl. Tell mommy what you want.” Lo’ak licks his lips as he observes the scenario unfolding.

“Mo-mmy?” I ask in confusion and Tsireya kisses down my neck, it felt so different. I could tell she enjoyed it.

“Yes baby girl?” She coo’s in my ear without going further, one hand has dipped under my shirt as she plays with my nipple as the other trails over my belly and stops at the waistband.

“Tell mommy what you want and I’ll give it to you.” She licks the shell of my ear and I moan.

“Please use, use your f-fingers,”

“But I am using them, my love.”

“On my pussy,” I whine. Tsireya makes a sound of approval and dips her hand under my loincloth.

“She’s so wet Lo’ak-“ She gasps and lets the moisture collect on her finger tip before finding my clit and placing the slightest bit of pressure and rubbing circles. My eyes close and I suck in a small breath as I could feel the heat radiating from my stomach down to my pussy. I wanted to cum on her fingers.

“Why don’t you rub faster, my love.” Lo’ak’s voice sounded deeper but I was too focused on Tsireya’s fingers to bother opening my eyes, secretly agreeing with Lo’ak.

“I think we need your help,” The teal girl moans as she speaks but I know she wasn’t talking to me.

“Mommy please go faster,” I moan and her fingers pick up on speed. I’m panting and can feel myself shamefully reaching my own orgasm but something was missing.

“Take her loincloth off!” Tsireya instructs and Lo’ak does so. She’d long abandoned my nipple and was using her left hand to hike my left thigh up, stopping me from closing my legs at all.

“Fuck look at that pretty pussy.” Lo’ak moans himself and palms his cock through his loin cloth. “So wet from mommy doing a good job,” I could feel Tsireya shiver underneath me but her fingers never faltered.

“Don’t you think so, Princess?” He asks me and I nod my head knowing I’d just moan louder if I talked.

“Finger fuck her, Lo, make her cum with our fingers.” Tsireya whispers something quick in my ear and it takes me a bit to process what she said but now I knew what Lo’ak liked to be called.

“Alright baby, I’m going to use my fingers, let me know if it hurts and we can stop, okay?” He asks and I nod.

“Y-yes daddy, I w-will.”

“Fuck you’ll be the death of me.” He groans and comes face to face with my pussy. I could feel his hot breath with every exhale making my slick more evident. He carefully prods at the opening and ever so slowly slides his pointer finger in.

“So bi-ig,” I grind down- as best I could with Tsireya still holding my thigh up, other hand circling my sopping wet clit. I could take a second finger but if I’m being honest, his one finger was like being fucked by a dick, I couldn’t fathom fitting his in me.

“You’re so naughty~” Lo’ak coo’s. “Whose pussy does this belong to?” He asks while kissing my left thigh and I whine.

“Is it mommy’s or daddy’s pussy my love?” Tsireya asks from above me and I whine.

“Ca-can’t choose. Both,” I groan once Lo’ak inserts a second finger and I feel unbelievably full-

“Fuck baby, the tips of my fingers are kissing her cervix,”

“Daddy, fuck!” I yell and feel the coil in my belly start to tighten. He curls his fingers upward once and I moan, opening my legs up more if possible.

“Yeah baby girl?” He asks while curling them again, making sure to drag his fingers over a very special and sensitive spot inside me.

“Mommy, Daddy, I’m gonna-“ I grunt and thrust my hip upwards as Lo’ak hits that spot harder.

“Come for us baby, be a good girl and come for momma and daddy.” Tsireya coo’s stopping her rubs on my clit, before I could whine our of protest she pushes the bottom of my tummy down as Lo’ak grinds his fingers upward and I see stars. My vision goes white and I’m sure I was screaming, the feeling of pure pleasure is rippling through me and I can tell I’m grinding back on his finger, I open my eyes lazily to see Lo’ak licking his fingers clean.

“You taste divine, baby girl.”

“No fair, I want to taste-“ Lo’ak dips his fingers back down into my cunt and sits up on his knees, grabbing Tsireya’s cheeks harshly and placing his fingers in her mouth and she closes her eyes, letting out a seductive sound as she licked his fingers clean.

“Fuck.” I whisper to myself while seeing this play out before me. He leans in and starts making out with Tsireya and the gloss on his lips from my own cunt is turning me on, they were getting horny over my taste.

“We have someone to finish off, Rey,” Lo’ak affectionately rubs the teal girls cheek, kissing her forehead.

“But I already came-“ I mention in confusion.

“And now we fuck, baby girl.” He states as if it were obvious and I moan at the thought alone.

“How can I take that sweet pussy of yours?” He asks and I moan again.

“Doggy.”

“Get in position then.”

“Wait-“ I stop him as he reaches for his loincloth and he stops.

“I want Mommy in front if me so I can eat her out.” I stated while looking at Tsireya.

“But tonight is for you, my love-“ She starts and I cut her off.

“And I want to eat you out, please.”

She undoes her loincloth with a flick of her hand over the bow keeping it together and sits on the floor in front of me, her legs slowly spread and I see and smell her slick. I didn’t think I’d be able to smell it but-

“You smell so good-“ I groan and felt myself become aroused at the smell and sight alone.

“Feel her, baby girl.” Lo’ak says beside me and I shiver at his proximity.

My mouth salivates at the thought of doing that but my body was acting on its own as my knees came into contact with the ground below. I knelt down and inspected her pussy and was surprised to see how similar our anatomy was. I instinctively place my four fingers on her mound as my thumb slides over where I believe her clit is and she sucks in a breath. I bite my lip and feel Lo’ak lifting my hips to get me in position and I go all in with my thumb, not necessarily taking it slow but not too fast to hurt her.

“Please don’t stop.” Tsireya exhales heavily.

“I don’t plan on it-“ My own breath hitches as Lo’ak places the head of his cock on my entrance, gently pushing the slightest bit.

“Keep playing with Mommy, baby, Daddy’s going slow.” He reassures me while continuing to slide in at the slowest pace possible and my heart swells at how sweet he’s being to me.

“Use your fingers baby.” Tsireya demands and I use my own hand sticking one finger in her. “You can use more than one my love,” She coaxes and I use three, she throws her head back and I can feel her squeeze my fingers. I continue to slowly thrust in her while rubbing her clit with my thumb.

Just then I could feel Lo’ak’s head entering and the unbelievable stretch I found was enough to stop me from taking care of Tsireya and groaning in pain.

“Hold on princess.” Lo’ak states while using his body to hover over mine as he sucks on my neck, gently taking one hand off my hip to trail down to rub my clit.

“Eywa you’re so tight and so wet.” He groans in my ear, his finger rubbing my clit faster.

“Don’t forget mommy, Tiyan,” He kisses my ear and I whine, feeling bad for forgetting about ‘Reya, I move my fingers deeper and feel her clench harder around my hands as she moans louder, I can see her toes curling as I run my fingers back out and I feel like the cockiest person alive right now.

“How does that ma-ke you f-f-eel, mom-my?” I planned that to go smoother in my mind but Lo’ak’s attentiveness to my body was showing. I thrusted my fingers back in her and circled her clit twice.

“Wonderful, Tiyan,” She moans and meets my fingers with a small thrust of her own. “Don’t stop,”

“I wanna taste-“ I lazily stated as Lo’ak thrusts his hips further, finally meeting my hips, the tip of his cock kissing my cervix.

“Yes,” Lo’ak moans and goes back to gripping my hips again, I can feel his balls ghosting over my clit. I bend my face down and take Tsireya’s clit in my mouth suckling it and swirling my tongue when I took a breath in.

“I’m going to move, baby girl,” Lo’ak warns before moving his hips back, taking his cock with him, and I can feel the stretch again. I shut my eyes to help focus on Tsireya but the pain was harsh.

“Fuckin’ love this pussy-“ Lo’ak grits while coming back in and slapping my ass at the same time. The sting from the impact of both movements caught me by surprise and I could feel myself contract around him.

“I’m close-“ Tsireya moans, her eyes closed and her mouth letting out pants as she ever so softly grinds her hips closer to my face.

“Yeah, my naughty girls.” I feel another slap on my ass as he slides out and picks up the pace. “Should I let mommy cum?” Lo’ak asks me and slides back in.

“Fuck- I- I don’t know,” I try to breathe but place my mouth back on her, moving my fingers non stop.

“Mmm-“ He hums.

“Baby girl doesn’t think you deserve to come, mommy.”

“I don’t know how much longer I can wait,” Tsireya stops moving her hips against my mouth and I’m saddened.

“Fuck, I’m close too.” Lo’ak pants above me and I can feel my pussy massaging his cock, the primal urge to shove myself back on his cock to coax his come was driving me insane. I look up and see Tsireya biting her lip and looking at me.

“D’you think she should come now baby?” He pistons his hips inside and I’m melting. I detach from Tsireya’s swollen clit and answer.

“Yes mom-my, c-co-me,” I whine and feel another sting on my behind. The moment Tsireya whines and sucks in a deep breathe is the moment Lo’ak goes faster, if at all possible, and ruts his hips in. I can feel Tsireya’s walls clench on my fingers as I’m making the come here motion over her G spot.

“Daddy!” I whine.

“Fuckin’ come princess.”

And as soon as I do, I feel warm, safe, and loved.

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Lo’ak had pulled out, laying me between Tsireya and himself as they praised me for a job well done and took turns caressing my back. They gently lead me into the water and cleaned me off, being careful and attentive to my body language. Floating in the cool water helped me feel comfortable again and I sighed in contentment.

After they dressed me, Lo’ak carried me on the way to our shared Marui in which I was mostly already sleeping in his arm.

“Are humans always this sleepy?” Tsireya’s voice is all I hear, but I feel calm.

“After giving them the fuck of a life-time they are.” Lo’ak responds softly, theres a distinct sound that makes me think they kissed.

“I am happy.” Tsireya speaks and is joining me on the mat, cradling my body, effectively making me the little spoon. “She deserves the best, my love, I don’t want her to question our love for her again.”

“I don��t think she will, Rey.” Lo’ak lies down next to us and I can only tell from the slight movement of the mat. He moved his hands to cradle Tsireya and myself and I snuggle closer to their bodies.

“I would kill for her.” She whispers and leans down to kiss my cheek.

“I would too,” Lo’ak yawns lightly and groans happily.

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Hayden and Reader met and fell in love while filming a movie. After a four year break, you go on the Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon, and he points something out.

gif not mine; credit to the owner!

Pairing: Hayden Christensen x Actress!Reader (established relationship) age gap (Reader is 28, Hayden is 41)

Warnings: Fluff, dad!Hayden, twins are a boy and a girl, pet names (honey, sweetheart), is jimmy fallon in new york or la? hes in new york for this one. mentions of pregnancy, abortion, and childbirth

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You were scrambling around the condo trying to make sure you had everything you needed before you left for the night. You kissed your babies as they slept, quietly slipping downstairs to see your husband. He looked amazing, dressed in all black, his hair slicked back and a smirk on his face.

"You look great, honey. Do you have everything?" Hayden asked, ever patient while you ran through your mental checklist, confirming you were ready to leave. He held out is arm and led you to the car, the babysitter told to make herself at home and not to wait up. Your heels clacked on the concrete path, unconsciously chewing on your bottom lip as the driver opened the car door, sliding quickly into your seat. Hayden followed, grabbing your hand to comfort you.

"I'm okay." You mumble, feeling the lingering stare your boyfriend was sending your way. With a chuckle, he pulled your hand up from your lap and kissed your knuckles.

"I know. I'm still here, sweetheart." The tender moment made your heart skip a beat, tummy now flipping for a different reason, a welcome distraction from the nerves.

"Thank you, honey." You responded, sending him a loving smile. He nodded and kissed your hand again, letting you turn to look at New York whizzing by. It was a rainy November day, the anticipation of snow thick in the air and the condensation on the window blurred the city lights as you got closer to your destination. You hurried into the building, clutching tightly to Hayden's hand as he confidently led you through the double doors. A crewmember corralled you into your dressing room backstage seeing as you were about half an hour early and you took a deep breath to help calm down. Hayden grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and cracked it open before handing it to you, which you gratefully accepted.

Thirty minutes later, you and Hayden stood behind the curtain, waiting for Jimmy to introduce you. Your knees were wobbly and your palms were sweaty, anxiety settling in a ball in your belly.

"Please welcome Hayden Christensen and Y/N Y/L/N!" As the curtain opened, Hayden squeezed your hand three times, a silent I love you. You smiled and waved to the audience, excitedly hopping over to your seat and clapping with the audience.

"Oh my God, I've missed this!" You gushed, a bright smile on your face.

"It's great to have you back! How are you? How have you been?" Jimmy asked, his eyes flicking between the two of you.

"I've been good! Lots of changes, a few new surprises, but it was definitely what I needed." You responded, glancing at Hayden as you spoke. He returned your gaze, smiling at you with so much love and support it almost made your heart explode.

"So you two met on a movie, correct?"

"Yes! It was a cheesy little rom-com called Maybe, Probably. It took about a year and a half to film, and it was a wild ride from start to finish." Hayden answered.

"In a good way?" Jimmy asked, leaning over his desk to hear better.

"In the best way, Jimmy." You responded. A chorus of 'aww' rippled through the audience and you blushed, biting back a smile and turning back to face Jimmy.

"So what was your first date like?"

"Oh it was pretty great despite the circumstances." You giggled slightly at the memory. "I was sick the day of. I spent all day filming outside in, like, 30 degree weather, and I had rain pouring on me. I woke up the next day feeling like crap and I did everything in my power to feel better by the date, but nothing worked."

"Oh no! What happened?" Jimmy urged.

"I called Hayden and apologized. He accepted, then asked me if there was anything I needed. I thought nothing of it, he was just being nice, until about an hour later when he showed up at my place with soup, medicine, and my favorite movie." You gushed, once again blushing as Hayden held your hand.

"Which is funny because her favorite movie is Revenge of the Sith." Hayden commented, laughing with you and the audience.

"Aw that was so sweet! So you took a break soon after Maybe, Probably. Why?"

"I was getting burnt out, in all honesty. I've been in the industry since I was 18, and after six years of non-stop working; filming and interviews, and traveling, It was just time for a break."

"Hayden, how did you feel during that time?"

"I agreed and supported her choice. I know what it's like to work until you're bone tired, and you suddenly stop that routine, you don't know what to do with yourself." Jimmy nodded, listening intently.

"I got cabin fever pretty early on. I deep cleaned the house, read all the books I had, went for walks. I did whatever I could to keep myself busy for about two weeks, before I eventually just hit a wall. One day I think I slept until like 2 in the afternoon, I was just that tired."

"Wow! So you're feeling better, right? Ready to get back into acting when the time is right?" Jimmy asked, flipping through his notecards to keep the conversation flowing.

"Oh yeah, of course! I'm already working on a few new things that I can't talk about just yet, but so far they're pretty amazing!" You answered quickly, wrapping your hands around your knee as you crossed your legs.

"You mentioned some new surprises earlier on, would you care to elaborate?" Jimmy asked, a knowing smile on his face. You glanced at Hayden, who slightly nodded at the question hanging in the air.

"After two years of being together, I found out I was pregnant right around Valentine's Day." You revealed, the crowd going wild shortly after they heard the word 'pregnant'.

"Oh that's amazing! What was your reaction to that?" Jimmy asked.

"I was terrified! I went back and forth for weeks about what I wanted to do; keep it, don't keep it. I ended up calling my mom to tell her, and of course her first question was 'have you told Hayden yet?'. My answer was no, because we hadn't discussed having a baby. We weren't even living together at the time, so I practically chewed my lip off as I debated having this conversation with him." You answered, popping your knuckles anxiously.

"When she finally did tell me, I think we had just missed the cutoff to abort, but I didn't care. I knew I wanted another baby almost as soon as Briar was born, so when Y/N told me she was pregnant I practically jumped out of my skin."

"So about four months after I found out, I went to the doctor. I had an amazing OB/GYN, and she supported my craziness and my paranoia on days when Hayden couldn't be there. Anyway, this was a routine appointment, I'm laying on the ultrasound table, and all of a sudden she gets this weird look on her face. My heart drops and I immediately think the worst; I had lost my baby.... until she looks at me with a smile and pushes a button on the keyboard. The sound of not one, but TWO heartbeats echoed around me and Hayden and I just remember looking between him and the doctor with wide eyes." You giggled.

"You guys had twins?" Jimmy asked, jaw on the floor in shock.

"We had twins, a boy and a girl." Hayden answered. The crowd cheered along with Jimmy, who came around the desk to wrap you in a hug.

"Congratulations! What are their names, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Thank you! It was quite a debate trying to pick their names. I called them Ross and Monica, Jim and Pam while I was pregnant, but none of them really stuck. I think we were about to be discharged from the hospital, getting all packed up and dressed, and I looked at my babies and it all just clicked. Our son is Theodore Isaac Christensen, aka Theo. Our daughter is Matilda Sage Christensen, aka Tilly." You gushed about your babies, tearing up slightly as you thought about them at home with the nanny, almost feeling guilty that you weren't there with them. Hayden noticed your voice beginning to crack, so he took over talking.

"They just turned one in October, and we had a cute Star Wars themed birthday party. We invited friends and family, Briar loves being a big sister, it just all worked out so wonderfully. I couldn't ask for a better family, if I'm being honest."

"Y/N, at what point did you realize that you had twins with Anakin Skywalker?" Jimmy asked, throwing his head back and clapping as he watched a wave of realization hit both you and Hayden.

"I never connected the dots! Haha, Natalie, I had his twins and survived!" You commented, Jimmy laughing harder at the joke you made.

"Alright, when we come back, we're going to play some games with Y/N, Hayden, and our next guest! See you soon!" Jimmy called to the camera, signaling a commercial break. The rest of the show went by in a flash, the games you played with your boyfriend, Jimmy Fallon, and Blake Lively helping you realize just what you were missing during your break.

You loved acting. You got to do your dream job every day, no matter how tiring it was, but nothing could replace the feeling of going home at the end of the day and spending some quality time with your little family.

Maybe you should take a break more often. Probably not.

#anakin x reader #hayden christensen #hayden christensen imagine #hayden christensen fluff #hayden x reader

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