#so it always takes me completely by surprise when it RIPS MY HEART OUT

[finalgilmoregirl]

a/n : feeling angsty, no gender specified, no y/n.

payday. the day mike looked forward to and also dreaded the most. payday meant he was able to take his hard earned money straight to the bank, where he would cash his check... and then watch his earnings get flushed down the toilet as he made a payment on whatever bill he was behind, which was usually a few…

you knew this dilemma. mike voiced it to you every time he came home from the bank and flopped on the couch as he tried to list off all of the other things he needed to pay for with the little money he had left. now he has been good with budgeting, but there’s only so much you can do when you’re providing for yourself and a growing young girl. you paid for groceries and abby’s clothes every now and then but mike wouldn’t let you do any more, always concerned that he looked like he was asking for handouts.

so you tried to do a nice thing. you did do a nice thing, but to mike it seemed like the complete opposite.

when he had gone to the bank that week and attempted to make a payment on his water and heating bill, the bank teller informed him that it was already paid for.

“what- are you sure?” mike was confused. he knew he was at least two months behind on paying it. he had done the math earlier that week. just as his confusion started to make him spiral he was ripped out of his thoughts by the sound of the bank teller saying your name.

“excuse me?”

“it says here that’s who paid for the bill.”

which is what brought him storming through the door of his home. he tossed his jacket off and onto the back of the couch and began angrily pacing, stewing in his upset.

you playfully chased abby out of her room as you both went to the front room to greet mike.

“hey babe”, you said out of breath, smiling as you both came to a halt. “you okay?”

“abby, could you please go to your room?” mike said calmly, but by the flair of his nostrils and the way he kept a hand on his hip you know something was very wrong.

“why?” abby asked, confused and probably sensing her brother's bad mood as well.

“just go. please.” he repeated, to which the young girl complied, swinging her arms while she walked away.

you turned to him, now concerned. “what’s wro-”

“i went to the bank today.” he interrupted your question, causing you to stand up straighter in surprise. “i tried to pay for the water and heat, but they told me you already did.”

a feeling of anxiety began to creep into your body at his aggressive tone as you looked down to avoid his angry gaze. “yeah, i did.”

“why would you do that?” mike asked, walking so he was in front of you, less than a foot apart. you felt like you were being interrogated.

“i just thought—” you started, but he interrupted you again.

“you thought what? that i couldn’t take care of it myself?”

“n-no i know—” you suddenly became bashful, a little embarrassed even as you thought back to you calling a few days earlier to make the payment.

“cause i don’t need your help. i’ve been doing this on my own for a long time and i don’t need you coming in and acting like—.”

“hey!” it was your turn to interrupt him. you weren’t going to let him take your actions and twist them into something evil. “i live here too mike. forgive me if i want to contribute.”

mike scoffed and turned away for a moment, rubbing his hand over his eyes before he continued. “you know, if i had known you would be so overbearing i would’ve never asked you to move in with me.”

you visibly flinched at that as you felt a sharp pain go through your heart. you don’t know what exactly caused the pain. the comment itself, or the way he said it so nonchalantly, like he truly meant it.

you looked away as you felt your throat constrict. you weren’t going to cry, all that could do in that moment was look like an admission of guilt. even though you know you did nothing wrong.

“well,” you sighed, swallowing the lump you had felt forming. “maybe i shouldn’t have fought so hard to end my lease early.”

you were referring to the weeks you had spent fighting with the landlord of your old apartment building. you and mike had begun the moving process anyway, excited to start the new chapter of your lives together. now here you were four months later, almost ten months into your relationship and you wished you could just walk out of the door and go back to that very apartment like you often did when you and mike would argue early on in your relationship. sure it was lonely, but you just wanted to be away from mike right now. so you did the second best thing and walked out of the living room, trying to find any other place in the house that could serve you peace.

mike felt bad about his choice of words, and about his whole reaction to the situation. it was in your nature to help people in any way you could, but mike didn’t want you to see him as a charity case.

hours passed and he stayed in the living room. laying on the couch with his eyes closed as he tried to rest. hoping sleep could help the situation somehow, clear his head at least. this proved a failure though, as through the thin walls he could hear you in the deathly quiet of the house.

every sniffle made his heart race and every deep breathe you took made him want to wrap you in his arms and whisper gentle words to you. but for the life of him, he couldn’t get himself to get up and find you. too afraid that he’d make things worse.

it wasn’t until he checked his watch and saw it was nearing nine o’ clock that he’d have to talk to you sooner or later. he knew he wasn’t strong enough to go to bed without making things right with you.

he walked to abby’s room first, where she was sat on her bed reading. she’d been in here silently for hours. thinking about how he didn’t even think to check on her after the argument made his stomach turn. she did the same thing when their parents used to fight, keeping quiet and to herself until the storm had passed.

“hey” he said from his spot at the door. “did you eat today?” abby just glanced at him and nodded.

mike went over to sit next to her. “listen” he spoke softly, “we’re okay, alright? don’t worry about whatever you heard. everything’s okay.”

abby just looked at him again and set her book down on her bedside table. she laid down and closed her eyes, signaling she was ready for bed.

after mike gave abby her goodnight kiss and stayed with her until she fell asleep, he quietly left her room, now intending to find you.

he entered your shared bedroom and found that you weren’t there, however from his bedroom window he could see the backyard light was on, giving away your presence.

as he reached the back door, he saw you sat on the steps, with nothing but a thin long sleeve covering your arms against the chilly night. you had to have been there for a while, he thought. he slowly opened the door and a cool breeze hit his face, his hoodie giving him enough warmth to avoid shivering.

his steps were basically silent as he approached you, which is where he noticed the distinct box sat next to you.

a box of cigarettes. mike knew you had smoked before you had started dating. you quit for good when you realized the relationship was getting serious, you knew it was a bad habit. you had tried to quit in the past but your worries got the best of you. but now you had the right motivation, you didn’t want to be a bad influence to abby and mike appreciated that, being supportive in your journey to quit for good. it had been almost six months since you last smoked (cigarettes at least), and now here you were.

mike cleared his throat, “i thought you threw those away.”

you didn’t look at him. you just kept staring out into the view of dewey grass and blowing trees.

after a moment you answered, “don’t worry, i didn’t smoke one.” you looked at him for a second before looking back ahead. “i was just thinking about it.”

mike didn’t know what to say, opting to just take a seat next to you. he continued to study you, taking notice of the puffy rims of your eyes and chapped lips. the cold failed to hide the evidence of your crying.

“i thought it would be a nice thing to do.” you said softly, finally continuing what you were trying to say to him earlier. “you work so hard to take care of us. and i thought it’d be a good way to show my appreciation. to show that you don’t always have to take on every burden on your own.”

mike let out a deep breath and looked up, willing back the tears he felt building up behind his eyes. he knew you meant well. he had known that since the beginning. but he was too stubborn and stupid to accept that sometimes the people that care about him will do things for his own good. he needed you to survive. and you needed him.

“i don’t even know why i said that. about you moving in.” he turned to look at you again. he said your name quietly, almost whisper like. “ever since i’ve known you there’s not a day that goes by that i don’t want to wake up and see your face. you have to know that.”

you finally turned and held his gaze, making the beat of mike’s heart quicken. “i think so. it’s hard to know for sure when you reject my help so often.”

“what do you mean?”

“i want to help your problems mike, not make them worse. that's what i'm here for. i’ve shown you i’m in this for the long run and you know that, but if I'm somehow making things more difficult for you then maybe i should-"

"no no no please. you're not, seriously." mike sounded desperate. and that's because he was. he couldn't lose you over this. "you help me in a about a million different ways every day. and you shouldn't have to use your money to do even more if you don't have to."

you shook your head, looking down again, but mike leaned in closer to keep looking into your eyes. "you shouldn't have to kill yourself trying to provide for her anymore mike. if you really want this to work- then i can't just sit by and watch you take on the pressure alone."

you looked back up and finally into his eyes. you could see the hesitation, the fear he had at the thought of letting you do this and you regretting ever trying to help him.

"please" you pleaded, reaching your hand out and grabbing his where it was placed on his knee. "please let me help you."

mike squeezed your hand back and nodded slowly. he knew you, and he knew you wouldn't regret it.

#mike schmidt x reader #josh hutcherson x reader #mike schmidt fluff #mike schmidt angst

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

AHHHH CONGRATS ON 5k!!! Ok ok, hear me out on this request because I think it might make a good little fic. I can’t decide between Hesh or Price for this one but I got a general idea: stoned Hesh or Price. You know those videos of husbands waking up from surgery and not recognizing their wife right away but knowing they’re the most beautiful person in the world (something like this: https://youtu.be/kV8KyeApBJY). Well maybe it’s something like he got hurt from a mission (hurt enough to require drugs/anesthesia for the plot) but is recovering back at base and imagine their wife is their medic and she’s trying to update his team on how he’s recovering and you just got a stoned Hesh or Price completely hopped up on drugs following his injury, just fawning over her and he just goes bananas when she “reveals” they’re married. The team got a kick out of it

—Keep The Sheets Warm, My Love Is Coming Home

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 5k Drabble Masterlist ࿐ྂ

╰┈➤ ❝ [If this wasn't enough to prove that you were the only person for Hesh, you didn't know what did.] ❞

You walked around the room, tidying up what you could if only for the simple fact that it could distract you from the unconscious body in the bed. Realistically as a medic, you knew he would be fine—he was in the best hands possible—but Hesh had a track record for being unpredictable. 

He’d gotten into some trouble out in No Man’s Land again. Broken arm and ribs; a bullet through his thigh. He was so pumped full of medication and anesthetics from surgery that you doubted that he would be waking up soon.

But then again, Hesh was always surprising you. It was one of the reasons you’d married him, after all. Never a dull day.

Elias’s voice calls from the doorway. 

“You’re going to fall over at this rate,” you blink quickly, turning with an extra blanket in hand to spread around your husband’s comatose state. 

Your father-in-law has his arms crossed, and Logan slinks his way through the doorway with an arm looping your shoulders, a head pushed into your scalp silently. You sigh deeply, tension that you hadn’t realized was on your face lessening.

“Only if he keeps me from seeing those greens of his.” 

Logan huffs a laugh, squeezing you as his father grunts—the stern man’s eyes softening in a way they only would for you and his boys.

“He’d be more worried about you than himself if you did. Put my mind at ease, okay?” Your eyes roll but you nod with a small smile. You don’t argue with his point in the slightest. 

So, that was how you ended up here, in a seat by Hesh’s hospital bed—your hand in his and your head nodding back and forth with fatigue. Elias and Logan are casually playing a game of chess from across the room when David’s eyes flutter; his mouth releasing a low groan.

Your lids snap back, spine straightening, but before you can get a word out, your husband is pulling his hand from yours. His green eyes are loopy, pupils blown wide. 

He mutters something under his breath, lips grimacing and face pulling in at the sight of you. 

“Hesh?” The two men stand as you check his vitals, heart hammering until there’s nothing out of the ordinary and you can sit back down with a sigh and a relieved smile. “Take it easy, alright? You got out of surgery a little while ago—everyone’s here for you—”

“W…Where’s my wife?” His words slur, jaw loose as he rotates it; the unbroken arm with an IV chord stuck in it raises as jerky digits rub at his eyes. You’re left at a loss, blinking slowly in confusion before sharing looks with your in-laws. “No offense, Miss, you’re pretty and all, but…shit, why’s everything spinning?”

A hand covers your mouth, heated embarrassment lighting inside of your veins. 

“Hesh, Sweetheart,” your arm reaches to the brunette, trying to grab his wrist that he weakly moves away. 

“Stay away from me,” he grunts, head limply lulling on its pillow. “Thought I told you to keep it to yourself. My Wife’ll rip,” Hesh’s voice fizzles, a loud yawn peeling his bandaged face back, “you to pieces.” A pause. You hear Logan trying to hide his loud laughter behind his lips. “Did…the doctor send you?”

Your body turns to Elias, face beaming and expression exasperated. 

“Now that he’s awake will you get the other three? It’ll be easier to give the news to all of you at once.”

“Already commed ‘em,” the man states, watching his eldest with a raised brow and a slow smirk. “Least we know he’s a loose cannon on anesthesia.” 

Merrick, Keegan, and Ajax all file in, and as you continue to watch over a loopy Hesh, his small noises and babbling continue even when you give the breakdown of the patient sheet. You stand just shy of brushing the bed’s lower frame. You won’t lie and say it isn’t hilarious.

“He needs to keep out of the field for at least two and a half months, boys, and I’m not joking about that, alright?”

Your husband’s slow voice slashes through your speech, and the rest of the Ghosts snicker, sharing knowing looks as Hesh tries to lift the hand currently wrapped to his chest to keep it still. “You’re a real beautiful lady, Doll, y’know that? I’m sorry you like me so much, but I love my wife, you hear? Please don’t be angry with me.”

“Hesh, Darling,” you walk closer and bend down carefully. He blinked owlishly at you, finger coming up to poke at your cheek. Your hand grabs his as you hear Ajax make a quick remark to Keegan about the man being ‘totally whipped even when he’s high.’ 

“David, hey,” your voice prompts him to smile, perhaps now only realizing the familiarity of it. “I’m going to tell you something, hm?”

“Okay,” he watches, petting your neck with his thumb. 

“I am your wife.” The man’s eyes widen comedically as everyone shares a long laugh with one another. 

“No way,” Hesh breathes after a moment, awe-stricken. “Really?”

“Really.” There’s a moment of silence, and then the heart monitor begins to pick up its pace to a fast pound. Your face goes hot with love, and you bend your head forward in a long and honest laugh into his shoulder. 

Green eyes shift to the men, and Hesh beams, cheeks red and heart racing as he slurs out, “This is my wife?!”

It was safe to say they were never going to let him forget about this.

#cod #cod x reader #cod x you #call of duty #x female reader #call of duty x you #cod ghosts #cod ghosts x reader #call of duty: ghosts #call of duty ghosts #hesh walker x female reader #hesh walker x reader #david hesh walker #hesh walker #david walker #hesh x reader #david hesh walker x reader

[bby-bo]

When The Boss Comes Knocking

the following is a CEO!Sakusa fic that landed somewhere between sfw and sorta nsfw, but its kiyoomi and he just makes my brain go buzz in every situation so i just couldn’t help it 

Part 2

Summary: You dated Sakusa in high school but went your separate ways after graduation. Turns out he missed you much more than he let on. 

Warnings: none, just kiyoomi being hot. use of “sweetheart” and “baby”

Sakusa Kiyoomi always has been and will always be the man of your dreams. Tall and broad shouldered, even in his high school years he was the pinnacle of your existence, and all you wanted was to be near him. Your wishes were granted for only a brief period of time when you finally dated in your junior year, but your Kiyoomi was ripped away from you when his family decided he needed to start preparing to take over the business.

The Sakusa Group was well known and respected for their acquisition of many successful start-ups, but details of their business dealings were always very secretive. And the company had only grown and expanded since Kiyoomi became CEO at just a mere 25 years old- not that you were stalking the Sakusa Group’s movements in your free time or anything.

When the two of you broke up he had encouraged you to “follow your own dreams”, and made sure to mention he would be extremely busy in the years after graduating high school.  You had received the underlying message loud and clear. He wanted to be left alone and didn’t want a girl from a regular family ruining his image when he entered the executive world. Your heart was shattered, but that didn’t stop you from missing Kiyoomi dearly even years later. The hugs that completely enveloped your frame and the scent of his light cologne, the one he brought you to pick out for him on his birthday. The rasp of his deep voice and how its sound had burrowed into the back of your brain, the memories of random things he once said to you popping to the forefront of your mind haphazardly throughout your days.

You had done as he said, and moved to the city to become an author as you always dreamed. Actually, you were pretty successful in the romance industry and even though you only had a handful of books published, your fanbase was so dedicated and charismatic. In your single year of dating Kiyoomi you had amassed a lifetime’s worth of romantic material, and between your real life experiences with him and the melancholy fantasies that kept you up at night nowadays, you had lots of inspiration. Although, even you were prone to the classically dreaded writer’s block.

Today was just a regular Tuesday morning in the office, where you preferred to write when you were stuck in a rut. Unfortunately, the coffee mug on your desk was not bringing the inspiration that you wanted and you glared at the last sip, willing some piece of creativity to be hiding inside as you downed it. Nothing. Loosening a sigh, you dropped your head into your hands just as a knock rapped on the door. Without lifting your head you greeted the visitor, already knowing who was on the other side.

“Come in!”

“How’s it coming? Anything I can get you right now?” It was the sweet front desk girl, Josie, checking in on you. Again. 

“Unless you can write in my place, there’s not much you can do for me i'm afraid” Josie meant well, but her insistent interruptions certainly were not helping your workflow, and this was the third time within 30 minutes she’s asked if you needed anything.

“Okie dokie, I’ll check back later then! Keep at it! ” 

“Oh, you don’t have to-” She was off with a wave without hearing your response, the door slamming behind her. With another sigh, your head dropped back into your hands, frustration building. 

Not 5 minutes later, there was another knock at the door. But this time the door opened before you could respond.

“Holy shit, Josie i’m really fine I swear- K-Kiyoomi???” You burst from your seat in surprise, your eyes all but popping out of your head.

And there he was, like a fever dream come to life, standing in the doorframe. His handsome face tilted to the side slightly, a smirk pulling across his lips.

“There you are, I’ve been looking for you” His voice had gotten deeper since the last time you spoke. His hair a little longer, his chest a bit stronger. But his eyes remained the same, that dark gaze enticing you and melting you down with just a look.

“W-what are you doing here? How did you-? What is this??” 

As much as you wanted to cave and run straight into his arms, you vividly recalled your last conversation with Sakusa. Not Kiyoomi. He had corrected you so coldly before parting, saying “you should call me by last name from now on, otherwise people may get confused”. As if it would be bad if people mistakenly thought you were still dating. As if to push you that much further away. Your confusion only grew as you looked at him now, unsure of his motives for being here. 

“Came to scope out a new prospect. I sent an executive to meet with your publishing house’s CEO last week” His smirk widened as he took deliberately slow steps into the room, sleek confidence dripping from him. 

That's right, your boss had mentioned that your little publishing house had been recently approached by a huge parent company with an amazing offer, but as far as you knew nothing had been made official. And you certainly had no clue that said parent company was the Sakusa Group. The realization settled in, and the frustration you felt earlier was starting to bubble up again. 

All of a sudden he was in your space, sleek black button-up shirt in your direct line of sight. What was his goal here? Certainly this has nothing to do with you? Right. Exactly. He claimed he was here for business. Then why..??

Long fingers gripped your chin, thumb tugging your bottom lip from between your teeth where you nervously chewed it. 

“Where did you pick up this bad habit? And when are you planning on acknowledging me properly?” Your heart dropped to your stomach. His firm grip brought your face to look up at his, a little too close for comfort. Kiyoomi’s smirk tilted into a small frown, an admonishing look starting to grow.

“Of course sir, I apologize. Good morning Mr. Sakusa.” Backing out of his hold, you bowed in respect. Of course he was here for just business. 

This only seemed to irritate him further though, and when you rose from your greeting he took another step closer. You may as well have been toe to toe now. 

“Since when do you address me that way?” His eyes were too intense, and you could feel the memories of your past relationship coming up in your mind, emotion nearly overwhelming you before you swallowed it down.

“I’m not sure what you mean sir, it would be improper for me to address you otherwise” 

If he was irritated before, then he was surely pissed off now. 

His hands gripped your shoulders, roughly pushing you back against your desk before planting his palms on either side, caging you in. 

“Why won’t you look at me, hm? It’s disrespectful to ignore your superior sweetheart” Shit. That voice had you in a vice grip and he knew it. He was using it to his advantage. 

“I was unaware you would be my business superior until a minute ago, forgive me sir” How long will your legs hold up before melting completely?

“Seems like something is bothering you. You don’t like the idea of working with me? Or maybe you don’t like the idea of me being your boss? Sweetheart, I hope you realize I know you’ve been writing about me.” 

“No! No thats not-!” Your head shot up in a rush to disagree, or maybe to explain. Either way, you immediately realized your mistake and you were silenced once more. The tip of your nose brushed his, and his breath brushed your lips in an intimate greeting, as if to say “hey, i missed you”. 

His mock irritation melted away, the smirk returning once more. You fell into the trap too easily.

Most people knew Sakusa to be the cool and straightforward man he showed to the world, but when you dated in high school he quickly shattered this image. Though he certainly preferred to stay away from crowds and strangers, he was still human after all, and loved to be in your personal space whenever he got you alone. He had always enjoyed making you blush and stutter, thriving off the knowledge that he could affect you so deeply. Clearly, he still enjoyed that feeling. 

But you were not a toy, and he was interrupting your work day. And how dare he just come back into your life after throwing you aside for so many years?! Absolutely not, you refused to be disrespected this way. Your hands came to his chest, giving him a solid (and completely ineffective) shove.

“No. This is not professional Mr. Sakusa-!” 

Sakusa didn’t back up a single inch. Instead he gripped your face, long fingers pinching into your cheeks slightly. Your breath caught in your throat, previous arguments completely obliterated.

“Stop. Saying. No. Now answer me. Since when do you call me by my last name? You’re purposely not answering my question” 

When you took a breath in you caught the scent of his cologne, and it was the same one you picked out for him in high school. He still wore it. Every single thought emptied out of your head, except for the recognition of how close he was to you, and where he was touching you. 

“Say it.”

“K-Kiyoomi...”

“Say it like you mean it, baby.”

“Kiyoomi.” A smile broke out as his name fell from your mouth a second time.

“That’s my girl, just as pretty as ever. I missed you so bad sweetheart, I’ve been looking for you in the city for some time now. And don't worry, I’ll make up for lost time, so don’t push me away.” 

His second hand came up to the back of your head, tugging you back by your hair and bringing your mouth to his. But he didn’t kiss you, he denied you the pleasure, only speaking against your lips. You let him do as he pleased, no longer able to deny how much you missed him. Missed this. 

“Look at you with your hair so grown out now.”

“Do you like it?”

“I love everything about you.” He moved to plant a firm kiss to both of your cheeks, and to your disappointment he slowly released his hands from your face and hair. 

“The Sakusa Group will officially be in ownership of your publisher by the end of the week. You’ll be seeing a lot more of me, so get used to it sweetheart.” He offered no further explanations or goodbyes, and he left your office with only your disheveled and flustered state to prove that he had really been there at all. 

You made absolutely zero progress on your writing the rest of the morning and afternoon, but when you returned the next day ready for another day of failure, you opened the door to see your office transformed into a florist. 

There were flowers on every single surface, completely covering your desk and the floor. There were roses of every shade, along with tulips, orchids, and other kinds of flowers you had never even seen before. Each bouquet was bursting with color and life, wrapped in silk ribbons and set in gorgeous porcelain vases that looked absolutely priceless.  There was only a small path left open for you to walk to your desk seat, and on your keyboard was a note. 

“A flower for every occasion I missed. And more just because.” 

Your hand came up to your mouth, tears already welling up in your eyes. You looked to the bottom, and saw he signed the note,

“Always Yours, Kiyoomi”

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa comfort #sakusa x y/n #msby sakusa #sakusa #kiyoomi #anime #sakusa fluff #sakusa smut #kiyoomi sakusa x reader #sakusa x reader #sakusa x you #sakusa scenarios #bby bo sakusa #hq sakusa #sakusa fanart #sakusa fanfiction

[azsazz]

Just Hold On

Rhysand x Reader

Summary: Rhysand just loves to make you cum.

Warnings: Smut, prolonging orgasms, overstimulation, dom/sub dynamics, m dom f sub, oral, f receiving.

Word Count: 1,239

Notes: I should be writing smut for Kinktober but you know how I be.

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Hold on, darling, he purrs in your mind and you want to scream. Your chest builds with it, burning hot as he holds you on the cusp of oblivion. You try to jerk against his mouth but he wills your body still, rubbing the inside of your thighs that are shaking with the urge to slam closed around his head. I’m not quite finished yet.

Please, you cry in response, but the blood in your ears drowns out his response. It’s getting harder and harder to breathe the longer Rhys tortures you like this, the building ache between your legs for the need to release is too great. Your fingers twitch but you can’t unfurl them where they’re clutching the sheets. Please, I can’t–

You don’t have to worry about if you can’t, darling, Rhys answers, sucking harshly at your clit. It makes your spine want to curve off of the bed, toes curl into the sheets but you can’t do a godsdamned thing with the grasp he has on you. 

You might break. He might very well shatter your mind for this, or trap you inside this inferno of passion so great that you feel like you’ve descended into Hel itself. Mouth parted in a silent scream as he works, taking his fill of you until you’re a begging mess. His filthy words in your head ring in time with the way he’s flicking his tongue, swirling around your aching bud, red and swollen as he nips and sucks.

I think I might just keep you here all night, he admits sinfully and you want to cry. Your nose prickles with the feeling of the emotion and tears well in your eyes but not a single one falls. You’re forced to beg instead, utterly unable to move a muscle, even if your thighs are shaking and your chest aches with the pounding of your heart.

It’s the best you’ve ever felt but also the worst, stuck there as he draws your orgasm from you like you’re nothing more than his plaything. 

Rhys, baby, please, I can’t, I can’t, it’s too much, you beg, but the High Lord feasting between your legs doesn’t falter. Your words mean nothing to him and you wouldn’t be surprised if he’s blocked you out completely, ready to take what he wants as he always does. Gods, your frustrated scream is in your own head he teeths across your clit, pulling it with a harsh suck. 

I love it when you get all needy. His voice in your head all languid and delighted sends fire coursing through your veins. Makes my cock so fucking hard. 

He lets your mouth part in a moan that rattles the walls. It makes him shudder and bury his face deeper. His cock leaking against his thigh, and his hands are pulling your waist tighter and tighter against his face as he releases you, wanting you to writhe and fight him to get away from the pleasure he’s pulling.

Your heart slams in your chest and your hands fly to his hair, gripping the dark, damp, tendrils in a firm grip. You try your hardest to rip his head from your cunt but he’s too strong, too adamant about making you cum again and again and again.

He’s being sloppy with it, tongue moving in long strokes across your cunt. He even dips down and slides his mouth against your hole, which causes you to jump. Rhys is ready though, teeth exposed so your  swollen clit grazes across them, tearing a whimper from your mouth. 

Cum for me darling, let me taste you.

“Haven’t you had enough yet?” You pant, but you can barely speak with how heavy your chest is moving, begging for air.  Rhysand doesn’t allow it, his hold on you strong, even with the amount of times he’s made you practice shoving him out. 

Pleasure coils your body like a viper. It’s building in your gut, so deep inside of you where no one besides Rhys could ever reach. He toys with you, and the unmistakable feeling is mirrored in his own body, the bond reflecting your emotions tenfold. His cock aches but he refuses to touch himself because he’s too busy touching you and he wouldn’t dare remove himself from your body. 

You are the air I breathe, the essence that gives me life, his words add to the heat pooling in your gut and you clutch him tighter and tighter as he draws you nearer towards the edge. I will never get enough of you.

Like a whip, you come crashing down. You rut against his tongue like something desperate, squeezing his head between your legs as you pull him tighter by his blue-black hair, rocking against him. He lets you, lets you take from him in that desperate way he always feels when he’s around you. It’s the primal need to be near him, to be inside of you, your souls match each other's. 

If he could cut you open and climb inside of your body he would, and he loves the way you take what you want from him, even when he’s the one holding you on the cusp of your orgasm. 

It lasts too long, as Rhys takes hold of your mind, the only way he can be inside of you is to do so mentally, and the euphoria he feels inside has him finally allowing himself to give his cock a stroke. He prolongs your orgasm, keeping you in the kaleidoscope of emotions whirling around in your mind, body, and soul.

Your breath is stuck in your chest, the feeling overwhelming, even more so than the plethora of orgasms Rhysand has graced you with this evening. You can barely feel the light lapping of his tongue between your trembling thighs. You can hardly hear the soft moan he makes as he suckles your juices like they give him life. He fists his cock roughly in his hand. He won’t let you come down from your high until he’s cum too.

It feels like you’re blind, with the stars and spots consuming your vision. There’s a ringing in your ears and a rattle in your chest. Your fingers are stiff, aching from your grip in Rhys’ hair and your muscles ache from being locked up so tightly.

He releases you all at once, cum spurting from his cock and onto his legs, the bedding that’s slipped off the side of the bed, the floor. Air whooshes from you and your body goes lax. You keep your hand in his hair but it’s softer now, petting, reassuring yourself that he’s here with you. 

Rhysand kisses your thighs softly and continues up your body until he’s settling across the bed and pulling you into his body. Your eyes flutter open weakly to meet that glorious violet gaze, and your heart skips at that perfect smirk he’s wearing. 

His eyes are soft though, no more teasing than he usually is, and you can taste yourself on his mouth when he kisses you gently, dipping into your mouth for a sweet kiss while he holds your pliable body closer, tucking you into his side like he likes. 

He presses gentle kisses to your cheeks, nose, across your eyelids because you’ve closed them again, beyond exhausted. Rhys brushes hair from your face, admiring you, glowing in the buttery light of his room. 

His mate, his muse.

#rhysand x reader #rhysand #acotar #rhysand smut #acowar #acomaf #azsazz

[updownlately]

'cause all of the small things that you do (are what remind me why i fell for you)

| leah williamson x reader

~~~

"You're such an idiot, you know?" Leah fondly shook her head as she bent down, head coming level with your knee.

You were sat on the bathroom counter, a fresh set of clothes finally on you, as Leah stood in between your legs, medical bag propped open beside you.

You winced as an alcohol pad came in contact with your scraped joint, hissing in pain as she tediously worked to clean the dried blood and grime scattered around it.

“Totally worth it,” you yelped in response, the midfielder having pressed directly on your wound. 

Quickly wrapping a bandage around the area she had just wiped, the blonde rose to a standing position, throwing the wrappers into the bin.

“I can’t believe you didn’t get carded…” Shaking her head in disbelief, Leah ripped open another wipe, gently tugging on your wrist after to bring your arm to your chest so she could tend to the burn on your forearm.

“The ref was blind as shit…is it really that surprising? You saw it first hand when they tackled you like three thousand times in the first half!” 

Your whiny justification brought a smile to the Englishwoman’s face, amusement poorly hidden. 

“Still not an excuse to go all Hulk on them. Had the ref been stupid they could’ve given you a red easily.” 

“Who’s to say they weren’t a complete dipshit? For all we know, they’re likely as oblivious off the field too!”

Body shaking with the effort of holding her laugh back, Leah covered her mouth with her hands in a poor attempt to hide her grin. 

“Baby, you can’t just say that…” 

“Why not? And you’re laughing!” A cheeky smile took over your face, chest filling with pride at seeing Leah’s eyes twinkle at your shenanigans. 

“Love…”

“Nope, not hearing it. Your opinion is overruled….I can totally say it and it is funny.” Tongue between your teeth, you shot the blonde a wide grin. 

Sighing in defeat, the grin not leaving her face, Leah pinched your thigh playfully and quickly finished cleaning the cut on your arm.

Reaching for bandages, she slowly began wrapping it around the decent-sized burn, tongue peeking out from behind her teeth, eyebrows furrowing as she focused on laying it flat. 

You watched the midfielder as she worked, shy smile overtaking your mischievous grin. 

Near heart-eyes on your face, you bit back your grin, chin sloping to the side in absolutely adoration.

Meeting your gaze as she finished, the blonde righted herself, head tilting as her cheeks flushed.

Rummaging through the medical kit to keep herself busy, you almost didn’t hear her quiet words over the noise of supplies being ransacked. 

“Stop looking at me like that…”

Confusion crossing your face, your voice came out equally as soft, shoulders dipping. “Like what?”

“…with that look in your eyes, like I’ve done something special…” 

The nervousness was clear in the captain’s voice, her eyes not meeting yours, hand still fidgeting. 

Slowly grabbing Leah by her shoulders, you gently turned her to face you, hands running down until you were holding hers in your own. 

Waiting for steel blue eyes to meet your own, you brought your foreheads together, pulling her in with your legs. 

“You love me everyday. You put up with my dumb butt- yellow cards, twenty something fouls, and tons of cuts and bruises on my arms, that you don’t hesitate to tend to. I’m practically a McCabe in training yet you’re not complaining.”

“Still-“ Her eyes closed, mouth forming a thin line. 

“No.”

“No?” The confused mumble had you smiling, you quickly kissing Leah’s scrunched up nose before resting your head against hers again, voice a murmur in the small space between you two.

“No. You love me always, and take care of me, and check up on me, and you let me be goofy, and eat all your snacks even if you really wanted them. You always let me sit on the right side of the couch because you know it’s my spot. You make sure my kit bag’s always packed because we both know how forgetful I am. You bring me flowers and snacks on the most randomest of days. You let me cry at the cheesiest rom-coms the world has ever known. You love me on my best and my worst days Leah. You haven’t done something special but you are something special…”

You could hear a fly drop in the silence that took over the room once you finished speaking.

Heart pounding at your own raw admission, uncertainty flickered in your eyes, body slightly tensing, waiting.

Inhaling sharply at the lack of response, you began to pull back, ready to put distance between you two, to apologize (for what, you didn't really know). 

Just as you moved back a little bit, you felt a hand come to rest on the nape of your neck, pulling you back close.

You heard the blonde swallow hard, feeling her exhale fan across your face.

“I love you…”

The quiet admission was a whisper, you feeling her lips brush your own as she spoke. 

“I know…and I love you. You’re my something special, okay?”

Feeling Leah nod in response, you placed a loving kiss on the blonde’s lips, then another, and then another. It was only when the next one was cut short by the both of you smiling, that you pulled back, resting your face in the crook of her neck, the dim light of the fading sun casting an angelic glow as you both relaxed in each other’s hold, revelling in your shared love.

You might be an idiot, but hey, at least you were an idiot in love.

#this did not go in the direction i wanted it to go in #not proofread #too many tags but fuck it #fluff #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson imagine #leah williamson #woso one shot #woso fanfics #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso #woso community #my writing #blurb #caotsttyd

[maxislvt]

Missed You

Summary: After being away on a needlessly long mission, the only thing Wanda wants is you.

Warnings: unedited because I wrote this is a total of 4 hours, omegaverse, smut, knotting, riding, might bondage (Wanda's magic), nipple play (no breast mention), omega Wanda typical levels of dominance, brief angst, brief discussion of infertility (reader)

Author's Note: Sorta considering making this into a more connected story that kinda follows r and omega!Wanda from AoU to MoM 🧍🏽 hit me up if you're interested low-key

Wanda found a lot of joy in dominating you.

After a long day of being underestimated by alphas and having her plans ruined by their thick headed incompetence — she could trust you'd be snuggled up in her bedsheets to make her happy again. You'd be working overtime to restore her faith in the world today.

What was only supposed to be a two day mission unfortunately turned into almost a week of reorganizing and trailing because a certain agent couldn't handle taking orders from a beta or omega. Losing focus because of a rut cycle was one thing. That was beyond anyone's culture and suppressants didn't always work. Not listening because of something as silly as "alpha instincts" was stupid completely unprofessional.

The extension meant you were forced to suffer through your rut entirely on your own. Wanda's pettiness and Natasha's professionalism couldn't let such foolishness go without punishment. A meeting with Fury would be another 30 minutes away from you, but it had to be done. You deserved her in the best mood she could possibly be in. Wanda wasn't going to let some idiot get in the way of that.

After justice had been served, she made a beeline for your room. Wanda was shocked to find it empty. She checked the gym and the kitchen and yet you were still nowhere to be found. It was strange. You normally jumped into her arms the second she got home. The only other place you could've been was her bedroom but you rarely went in there without her.

Wanda slowly opened the door to her room and peaked inside. It was a rather nice surprise. You were snuggled up in your own little nest on top of her bed. Alphas didn't nest so it was a nice surprise to see you make your own.

She crept closer to your sleeping form and climbed onto the bed. Wanda placed soft kisses on your cheek in order to wake you up. "How's my favorite alpha pup doing?" She whispered in a sugary sweet voice.

Your heart fluttered before your eyes did. A blush spread across your face as you realized you'd been caught. "Um, sorry about this. You were gone and I missed- I…I don't know it just felt right…" Subconsciously, you sink further into the mattress out of embarrassment. "I was gonna clean up before you got back but I fell asleep."

A smile appeared on her face. "Oh baby, you don't have to apologize. I'm just happy you're comfortable." It's a cute little moment and Wanda doesn't want to ruin it but seeing you so vulnerable and relaxed reminded her why she went looking for you. One of her hands ran up and down your stomach. "Do you want me to scent your nest? Most omegas find their nests more comfortable when their alphas scent is stronger."

For a moment you just soaked in the affection that Wanda gave you. "Mhm, this stuff doesn't smell like you anymore." Your body melted into the bed as Wanda's sweet and spicy scent filled the room. Wanda's body heat and scent were almost enough to send you back to the land of dreams. Before you could, a painfully familiar heat began overtaking your body again. It was searing hot and desperate — worsened by the proximity to your mate. "I think…I think you messed up my rut cycle."

Wanda tilted her in confusion. "What's wrong?" She could've been cruel and played dumb until you properly asked for her, but she decided to play nice. Her hand slid down to your crotch and groped the erection forming in your pants. "You certainly don't have issues getting it up." Your boxers were practically ripped off your body. She straddled your thighs and immediately put her attention on your cock. Already hard and desperate for release. "Tell your omega what's wrong, I can't help you if you don't speak up."

A shiver ran down your spine as Wanda's palm slid up and down your shaft. "Um, it uh it just- ah!" You were putty in Wanda's hands already. She had you shaking and stumbling over your words with just a few touches. The pleasure you desperately craved days earlier was finally at your fingertips. it was almost too much for you to bear. "I- I was fine this morning and I thought it was over, but you're back and it's really bad!"

Wanda hummed as if genuinely contemplating what you were telling her. "It's probably just your rut trying to even out still. Bruce did say it'd take a while for it to be normal again." Either she was right or her mere presence had somehow cranked your hormones up to eleven. Neither sounded that bad to her. She placed a soft kiss on your painfully red tip and smiled. "Tell your omega how bad you need her. Do you want to try knotting me again?"

It seemed to be more of a plan than a question as Wanda already started the process of stripping herself. Wanda loved hearing you insist and rush out an answer, but there was no reason to drag out the situation much longer.

You slipped into Wanda's cunt with ease. She was so warm and tight — it was a miracle you didn't cum in the spot. The thought of barely lasting five minutes had you scrambling to lift her off. "C-can we try another way? I don't think this is really fair to you-"

Wanda pushed you back down. Her magic wrapped around your wrist and pinned them to the head board. "Shush, I know my little alpha is sensitive right now. Just focus on trying to knot me, ok?" She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around your neck. Fortunately for you, Wanda decided to take pity on you and set a slow pace for you. Staying in control became increasingly difficult. "If we keep this up, we'll be in sync before you know it."

She nuzzled into your neck, covering you in her scent. Then she immediately slid down to focus on your nipples. "I think I should play with these more, they're so sensitive." The smirk on her face was cat-like and evil. Without much warning, she began to tweak and tug your nipples. Every whine and whimper that came out of your mouth tightened the knot in her stomach. "My little alpha pup is so sensitive at times." She chuckled before giving your nipples a hard tug.

"Noo, don't do that please!" You whined out. Your hips started to squirm and cant up. "I'm gonna cum, please let me cum inside." An unfamiliar swelling started at the base of your cock and slowly began to grow. "I think it's happening!" Your head fell back against the pillow. Overstimulation was going to be the death of you. "It's too much."

Wanda continued to rut against you. "No no, it's okay just keep going." She cupped your face, forcing you to look at her. Intimacy was always her number one priority. "Look at me, baby. You're doing such a good job." She let out a throaty moan as your knot finally slipped inside of her. "Oh baby, you're making me feel so full. I'm proud of you!"

You buried your face into your omega's neck. A low whine forced its way out of your mouth as your cum painted Wanda's walls. "Fuck that feels so good," You rushed as your knot finally slipped inside of Wanda.

The painful stretch of your knot was all Wanda needed to tumble into her own orgasm. Her walls fluttered and her hips began to mindlessly rut against you with no direction. "You're making your omega feel good, I love you so much." She peppered kisses all over your face as she rode out her high. Wanda fell forward the second her orgasm was over.

Both of you were covered in sweat, tired, and absolutely ruined.

You were the first to speak after a best of silence. "Is this…is this gonna get you pregnant?" The two of you had yet to discuss what you wanted for yourselves. Retirement, college, kids — all that stuff seemed like something for the future. It wasn't a good idea to make those decisions so quickly.

Wanda shook her head. "A knot doesn't work if you can't get pregnant beforehand." She kissed your cheek. "We'll cross that bridge when we get there. Just relax for now, okay?" A family would've been wonderful, but you weren't capable of getting Wanda pregnant and Avenging with a family wasn't ideal. The truth left Wanda's eyes stinging, but she trusted that the two of you could make something work.

You could see the sadness growing on Wanda's face, but decided not to make it worse. Instead, you wrapped her in a tight hug and scented her. "You can be the big spoon when I can pull out if you want…"

Wanda leaned back and looked up at you. You took care of her even when you were covered in sweat and ass naked. A loving smile spread across her face. "I don't know, I might stick to being the little spoon from now on," She said teasingly. Wanda laughed at the pout on your face. "I'm kidding. I couldn't let my favorite teddy bear go without cuddles for too long."

You let out an embarrassed huff as a blush spread across your face. "You're so mean sometimes."

#wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff smut #omega!wanda

[thaliathewriter]

Air is Overrated

this was basically inspired by me cause I’m very sick and have been in bed for the past 3 days

summary: you’re sick but your favorite blue boy is there to take care of you

pairings: Neteyam X fem omaticaya! Reader

warnings: fluff, kind of a make out at the end

I was currently locked up in my tent because I was sick. ‘ughhhh this sucks’ I thought, I felt like complete shit. I wanted to go back outside so badly to run around in the forest, go swimming with my friends, and maybe see a certain someone.

You honestly couldn’t wait for this cold to go away, neither could Neteyam. Oh Ewya that boy missed you so much. He visited everyday, but it wasn’t enough for him. You reminded him everytime he visited not to get too close because you’d rather die than give your blue boy a cold.

Every time he’d reach out to touch you, you’d flinch away from him telling him you’ refused to get him sick, even though he’d whine and protest everytime, he still listened to you, he always did.

He missed your warmth, your soft skin on him, the feeling of your lips on his, god he was so ready for the cold to go away. When Mo’at told him you were sick, that poor guy almost had a heart attack, he dropped everything he was doing, dropped his duties for that day, ignoring everyone’s complaints and stares as he bumped into them trying to get to your tent.

He ripped open the flap to your tent to see you lying on your bed, with a small cloth on your forehead. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, the sight of you brought his anxiety down a little, but he was still worried about your health.

He rushed forward toward you “Baby” he caught your attention. You saw him and smiled and tried to get up to greet him but the pounding ache in your head caused you to immediately lay back down. He frowned “It's okay Princess don’t get up, I just wanted to see how my favorite girl was doing” he said in the softest voice while brushing back your hair.

He took the cloth off your forehead and felt for your temperature. His frown deepened when he felt how hot you were, he placed the cloth in the water in the bowl that wasn’t far from you, and quickly put it back on your forehead. “Is there anything I can do for you, Love?” He asked you while holding one of your hands. “Anything, anything at all, name it and it’s yours” he told you while kissing your knuckles.

With the hand he was kissing you started to caress his cheek, he leaned into your hand making you smile “You being here is enough, Nete”. He smiled and leaned down to you, he was surprised when he felt a flick on his forehead “Oi don’t get too close, are you crazy, you wanna get sick too?” You lightly scolded him. He laughed, of course even when you were sick you worried for him.

He spent the rest of the day with you, tending to your needs, giving you medicine Mo’at had prescribed you, just talking to you, it was actually refreshing to just sit and talk with you, he missed you so much prior to this. When night time came he literally refused to leave your side.

When Lo’ak was sent looking for him, for bedtime, he knew exactly where Neteyam would be, in your tent. Lo’ak opened up the flap of your tent to see you in bed sleeping while Neteyam was holding your hand, smoothing out your baby hairs, sitting next to your sleeping figure.

Lo’ak walked in quietly knowing Neteyam would have his head if he woke you up, “Bro '' he whispered quietly to Neteyam. Neteyam looked toward his brother and raised his finger to his mouth telling him to be quiet and pointed outside, Lo’ak got the hint and started to walk back out. Neteyam got up slowly making sure not to wake you and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, before exiting your tent.

Once the 2 brothers were outside of your tent Neteyam’s soft aura was gone, replaced with an annoyed one, annoyed that he had to leave you. “What do you want?” Neteyam asked harshly, Lo’ak rolled his eyes ``Uh it's almost past curfew goody two shoes, you need to come home”. “No.” Neteyam answered back.

Lo’ak looked at his brother shocked, Neteyam never broke the rules, especially rules set by his parents, it’s like the roles were reversed tonight instead of Neteyam scolding Lo’ak for breaking the rules, tonight it was Lo’ak reminding Neteyam about the rules.

“What do you mean, No?” Lo’ak asked louder than he intended, Neteyam hissed under his breath dragging his brother further away from your tent “Can you talk softer? You’re gonna wake her up.” he said while looking in your tent to check on you, you were still sleeping, he smiled slightly, but it faltered when he saw you stir in your sleep.

Neteyam looks back at his brother, Lo’ak looking back expectantly, like he wanted an explanation. Neteyam sighs “Look bro she’s sick, no one’s gonna be here to keep an eye on her, you know how it is.”

Lo’ak knew. He knew how you didn’t have parents. He knew how much Neteyam loved you, how protective he was over you, for Ewya’s sake his parents practically raised you. Lo’ak knew his parents would understand Neteyam’s reasonings for not coming home that night. Lo’ak looked into your tent at your sleeping figure, now he was worrying for your health, you were one of his closest friends to, someone who actually listened and understood him.

Lo’ak sighed while placing a hand on his brothers shoulder “take care of her bro, mom and dad will skin you if you don’t, goodnight” Neteyam smiled at his words and pulled his brother into a small side hug while ruffling his head “night bro”. Neteyam wasted no time getting back to you, resuming his position from before.

You stirred in your sleep and you woke up sensing another presence next to you. Eyes fluttering open you were met with two pairs of eyes that you were far too familiar with. Neteyam caressed your cheek with one and held one of your hands with the other. “Hey baby, it’s just me princess, your favorite blue boy” he softly reassured you. You chuckled at his words, he hated that nickname.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead “Go back to sleep baby, I’ll be here, I’ll take care of you, I’ll always take care of you.” he smiles as you drift back to sleep, you always felt safe in his presence.

The next few days went by exactly like that, Neteyam tending to your needs, taking care of you, his baby. Even the rest of the Sullys came by, Jake calling Norm to run some tests on you, your head on Neytiri lap while she sang to you just like when you were younger, Lo’ak talking your ears off and furthering your headaches, Neteyam telling him to shut up, Kiri bringing you flowers cause she knows how much you miss exploring with her, and Tuk braiding your hair and laying in your lap.

Sooner or later you were as good as new and ready to get out of this damn tent. And that’s exactly what you did. You were running in the forest taking in the beauty of it, thanking Ewya for everything she gave to your people, to you. You looked back to see Neteyam chasing after you. You chuckled “keep up blue boy” you yelled back at him.

He smiled at his girl, he missed this, he missed when it was just you, him and the forest, surrounded by Ewya’s beauty. He eventually caught up to you and caught you by the waist. You were laughing like crazy, he knew you missed this too.

He turned you around to face him, his smile widened at the sound of your joyful laughter. “What? Is there something on my face?” you asked, noticing him staring at you. He chuckled and pulled you closer, starting to attack your face with a bunch of kisses. You giggled at his actions and laced your arms around his neck.

You yelped when he unexpectedly picked you up off the ground, his hands under your thighs, guiding your legs to go around his hips. You smiled when he looked up at you “hi blue boy” you teased and kissed his nose “hi sweet girl” he pulled your face towards him, meeting your lips in a soft kiss that soon turned sloppy.

You had no idea how long you’d been kissing, but then your lungs started to burn and you needed air, you reluctantly pulled away from him, but he was following your lips. You smiled and pulled away, while breathing hard “needed air” he scoffed playfully “air is overrated”

#avatar #avatar way of water #fluff #avatar 2 #neteyam sully #jake sully #neytiri sully #kiri sully #tuktirey sully #lo’ak sully #neteyam x reader #neteyam imagine

[vampiretendencies]

come out and haunt me, i know you want me — jj maybank࿐

summary; putting words in jj’s mouth after an unexpected pregnancy has you uneasy about the future of your relationship along with a gnawing emptiness of what jj will think. warnings; pregnancy, one mention of throwing up, suggestive, talks of sex, fluff, all of my characters are always aged up but they had to be in school for this so i set them in high school, as seniors, making them 18. this takes place somewhat in season 3, except JJ’s house never got the eviction notice and they went back to school. also mention of luke. did it this way cause i felt like i was i need of a new setting other the chateau (rip it will be missed :/) pairing; jj maybank x fem!pregnant!reader authors note; decided to put this one out, as i have gotten a lot of requests about dad!jj and i’m giving them a separate masterlist of their own. i figured they needed to be in order lol. so i guess in a way this can be considered the first of dad!jj series. cred to gif owner !

You’re spiraling over the life forming inside of you and JJ—oddly enough is fretting about his class project final. Something that would usually be of no concern to JJ, but he actually wants to pass senior year.

Building an ancient, time-consuming model of some old landscape and having an actual child were two completely different things. From opposite worlds and of varying natures.

Spontaneous cravings all the way down to a late period.

It’s instinct really, to skip school and confirm your suspicions— though, it’s pretty much certain. JJ caught on half way throughout the school day, so wrapped up in this project that he hadn’t noticed you slipping away. Sneaking out of the exit door after throwing up rancid lunch. If he was aware, there’s not a doubt that he would have followed. He was the one that showed you that escape route from the hell site on a monday long ago when school was too much to bare— that was when the two were freshmen, for now they are seniors carrying the weight of the future on their shoulders, including the plus one in your belly.

You’d sobbed profusely into your knees, they were pulled all the way up to your chest on that tiled floor. The detrimental pregnancy test, with two lines, is sat atop JJ’s bathroom counter, taunting you in a manner of ‘now you have to face me.’ Debating whether or not to take this as life altering or life shattering. You knew JJ like every crevice in the palm of his hand, but you could never be set on his reaction for something like this. Always prominent in his ways about 'being in this for the long run', could having a baby change that?

You had to tell him, there was no other way around it. For it's always been a do tell promise that nothing goes unsaid in the relationship.

"What the fuck am I gonna' do?" Is all that curses past your lips repeatedly through choked tears.

The tears are not for the tiny being inside you; its fear. The fear of the unknown, or the uncertainty. So young, so much ahead. A small sliver of a thought that maybe you'd have to do this alone.

Your heart almost falls to the heals of your feet at the doors opening and closing, and the throwing down of book bags. Shakily pressing your finger to the phone that's beside you, the time reading 2:30 PM, meaning school was over and you'd have to get your act together to face JJ. Whom, had left you several missed calls and text messages concerning your whereabouts. Even so, it would be of no surprise to JJ that you were here; basically, here every day and home when you had to be, that's how the story goes. It's imaginable that you'll be sticking around as often as you'd be able to, because telling your parents would indefinitely make them disown you. Having a baby with the Luke Maybank's son and the towns 'well-known kleptomaniac' wouldn't exactly be music to their ears. The only positive in that picture is that Luke's not around, you and JJ have been slumming it in his childhood home since. You'd helped him fix it up so that it would be 'livable', and he adored that someone would cherish him that much to do such things. He'll have another form of adoration, soon enough though.

"JJ, a beer is not gonna' help you get this shit done."

You could hear John B mumble at JJ, and as it would to most curiosity strikes. Taking in the push and pull of the standard refrigerator, not far away, the bathroom, kitchen, and living room all but feet away from each other. Easy access to eavesdrop and hear whatever words were to slither out of someone's mouth. God, you swore the walls were bound to cave in and topple atop of you. You picture John B's mouth agape and disgusted at JJ's lack of focus.

"Get's my brain goin', y'know."

His voice that you'd usually get giddy everywhere from hearing, is now taunting you; making your insides turn to mush. Quick to your feet, you clamp your ear to the chipped door whilst fixing your disheveled hair in the mirror, by tucking it behind your ear and wiping away the salty tears with pad of your thumb. Something JJ would do impulsively. As well as, the little pink and white stick that's knocking the breath from your lungs and tucking it in the back pocket of your printed shorts.

"You ready to start?" John B sighs exasperatedly. Aware that his best friend is never prepared for anything. You aren't sure of what they are 'starting' but you can't help but wonder if JJ's caught on, if he's noticed the tendencies you've acquired since becoming pregnant. Already being hesitant on telling him of the stick you peed on, or that this is going to dictate the course of the rest of his life. Is the new formation of hormones within you causing you to twist words or is it plain truth?

One could only hope.

"M'not even ready yet, need to do so much stuff before I'm ready."

It stings; like multiple daggers had been chided at your heart or a million bee's attacking. This only makes since that he's referring to not wanting to be a father, right? What else could he possibly not be ready for? It's assuming, it's jumping to conclusions, but right now it makes a hell of a lot more sense than anything else. JJ's capable of eons of things, being stuck with you and a baby for the rest of his life may not be in his peripheral. He's confirming it right now, you just heard it with your own two ears.

Unbeknownst to you it was a about a damn silly school project and that he would've stretched time and space to keep his profound little family in one piece. If only he'd known. If only you'd told him.

There were no supplies, no class instructions, to justify that it was only a monumental historic copy for Mr. Sunn's class. Just conversation.

You physically can't allow the words to come out of your mouth, for it will be in the form of word vomit after his resonating and everlasting statement. You can't face him, no, not about the life he helped form. Too soon, and too much. Selfishly, he's not ready but you want to hang onto him a little longer. With JJ is where you reside, and you desire to bury the love he's giving you and harvest it deep down; enough for two. He's not prepared, and all you're hearing is this is this the end of all you've ever known.

World record for misunderstandings.

John B was on the verge of speaking, yet he doesn't when the bathroom door creeks open. You appear in frame, a shell of the person you were moments ago, unevident that you'd shed enough tears for a small river. The hiding is beginning, you decide to swallow it down and keep it there. Dreaming up all the ways you'd have to conceal as huge a secret as this.

Trepidation; of JJ, and for yourself and the baby; blistering, mirroring that of an open scar.

"Is that my girl?!"

You're met with John B sprawled out on the vacant leather couch, another thing Luke destroyed alike with JJ. And, JJ's practically jumping from the recliner and swarming you in a hug that makes you form a half enticing grin whilst smothering you into his large chest. His sleeveless arms bulking in size at this gesture.

"Great, now we really aren't gonna' get anything done," John B grabs at his temples in annoyance. The partnered project supposed to be the focus of today. Conscious of the fact that anytime you are around JJ loses all logic because you become the center of attention. As if half his brain flies out the window he's so invested in you, rather than anything else. He gives up on any aspiration that this replica will be finished. You still saunter on about what exactly they 'have to get done', but they are almost always up to something. JJ's out of context words were what gave need be, and you were fixed on that.

"What happened today? Been thinkin' about you like crazy."

"Nurse sent me home."

You fib so harshly that is burns past your lips, the lie is so loud you're amazed he didn't see through it. You mumble into his chest has him releasing you, only to cup your cheeks in a squishing manner. He’s disastrously anguished to maul you with affection, but he decided to spare John B the show.

"Everything alright?"

And he tries to read your wandering eyes, but still taut eye contact is there so he thinks nothing of it. It is when you won't look at him that he's concerned, however you still do.

An 'act normal' practically engraved in your thoughts. When you really want to break away from his hold and run for the hills.

"Just a bad lunch."

"Yeah, that school meatloaf'll get you, baby."

Blonde fluffed out tresses catch glance and your mixed up mind is pondering on what color hair the baby will have. Will the small child be a constant reminder that their dad 'wasn't ready?" Stood together in the open space of his connecting hallway, you'll look back on this in utter agony.

"She told me to rest."

You mutter it softly whilst JJ has a stupid lovesick grin plastered on his face, peering down at you like you are his lifeline. And you're peering up at him, with a small glint and awareness that he'd be gone with the wind when you reveal the surreptitious unknown.

"Want me to come with you? I'll have this wrapped up in like ... five minutes," he's eager that you'll say yes, mustering a middle finger at John B who is sighing in vexation. What he would give to pass senior year, John B fully know's he'll have to beg Pope to do this for the both of them.

It's an immediate no, he's 'not ready', therefore a cuddle is the last thing that needs to happen. Maybe if you wouldn't have eavesdropped you could've just lived in ignorance bliss.

Though it was never the truth.

"No!," you somewhat interject, keeping the cause of all this in mind. "No J, m'really tired, finish what you were doing yeah?"

His grin immediately falls to a pout, he can't force you if you won't let him. Instead he says nothing, shaking his head 'yes' with knitted eyebrows. Pulling your cupped cheeks in closer to feather multiple light pecks to your hairline, each one more eternal that the last.

With recollection that you'd be gulping down this hard to swallow pill on your own.

Coping; all you can manage to do.

Between punching multiple hard to find holes in your bedroom walls and covering them up with posters to gut-wrenching, pillow-screaming whimpers.

How does one ever truly 'get ready' for bringing a new life into this sought out world?

You'd been wallowing in the despair of having to be both a mother and a father, with JJ saying such things— it's nearly certain he'll be out of the picture.

Alike with you, avoiding him on any given occasion.

Saturdays were date night and he consistently topped the last date, because even if schedules weren't aligning throughout the week he'd have that day to make it up to you, how ever he saw fit.

You ditched.

Texting something about, 'parents are on my ass, can't come tonght.'

On all occasions you found a way despite your parents thoughts, so JJ's suspicion is growing like immovable fire.

With that being said, a day later, he was secure in providing you with a loving semi-guilt trip, along the lines of 'if you don't come over tonight you are confirming that you don't love me anymore,' with a dauting smiley face.

Such a baby, unfortunate that he's not prepared for one because they would've gotten along just fine.

The reasoning behind why you are hopelessly distant from JJ in his twin sized bed. He's grumbling and mumbling after you pushed him away with a 'm'too hot right now.' Blankets thrown about in such a dimly lit room, his vivdly colored TV played a miscellaneous movie whilst his bedside table lamp joined in with its yellow toned rays.

His arms behind his head, colliding with the headboard in such a sensous way, shirtless figure scanning yours in yearning. Jesus, he just wanted to delve into your skin.

How could he ever resist you.

If he can't consume you with his fondling embrace, he will caress what's in reach.

Touching hard on his thoughts, whilst the likelihood of raising a baby on your own is arising in yours.

It's roaring loudly, along with the reality that you hid it from him.

What would've been the right thing to do?

A wash of panic prods, with JJ's lingering touch now against your skin. His digits dance like clockwork, ghosting your inner thigh. Before you can even retch out a 'stop' he's beneath the material of your old Bait Shop t-shirt that he lended you. Palming the skin expertly, and while he's at it he inches closer with his breath thick against your ear. Your mouth ran dry, lying still and flat in awkwardness, prying your focus on the random film. The small twin bed not giving you enough time or space to come up with another excuse.

"Missed you so much."

His voice is raspy against your ear, igniting every filament of your body that belonged to him. The hold he had on you, sickening and you are conversant with what's about to leave his mouth.

The more he keeps circling, and clinging to the small mound of your stomach, the more his mind goes blank. It had this particular bludge to it and he can writhe it beneath his fingertips. Horror fills your irises, whilst a bewildering form of fascination filled his.

There's no right way to ask as woman if their stomach has gotten bigger or if they've been eating more. That's like asking to get beat with a bat. You just don't.

JJ has foraged every unreachable portion that molds you and that ... that wasn't there.

That undeniable little Goddamn baby bump wasn’t there.

He’s studied you inside and out, and that just wasn’t there.

It’s freshly shaped and growing with glee.

His repeated motions are coming to a halt and they pause directly in the middle. Feeling for what he deemed this to be.

What the fuck? It runs rampant in his mind— not negatively he just doesn’t know what to think, how to say it, or how to not come off as a complete dick by asking what he’s about to ask.

“Your belly is more round than usual.”

Merely thought out, and not too harsh. Just stating the obvious at the rounded baby bump that’s colliding with his calloused ring-clad fingers. The entirety of his large hand sprawled out in separated fingers. He sits straight up, hairs on the nape of his neck screeched outwardly.

“M’ a bit bloated.”

You don’t take his words to heart as it’s obviously not from that. You smile, lying through your teeth once again. And JJ senses it, this is as pregnant a stomach if he’s ever touched one. His hands fall backward, beaming down at you in longing that you’ll change your answer.

“Bloated baby? That’s— that’s not … bloated.”

There’s no interest in continuing on with this facade he’s felt it, he’s not a complete idiot. What informed John B of chants wickedly and is beckoning you not tell him. You’ve found you way back to his room with reason, so what’s the use in hiding it anymore. The bump would’ve become more noticeable anyway, you couldn’t have gotten away with it forever.

“M’pregnant J.”

You are seated upward now, facing him whilst reaching for his large hands to take them into your smaller ones. Shared hands, facing eachother in criss crossed stances on that same old twin mattress. He shakes his head back in forth in disbelief— how is this real?

“W-what?! When did you find out? How?— shit. I mean I know how … there was the time in the bathroom at the Wreck … and that one time in the twinkie … and-and let’s not forget about the time in the kitchen-“

“J, that’s not important right now, focus.”

You remind in interruption, nagging off his antics about the shared sexual rendezvous. The only only thing … the only fucking thing JJ feels right now is sheer euphoria at the moment he gets to meet the little baby.

Always envisioning of being a father and giving his children all the love he had stored away from the beckoning of Luke. The love he got from his father was convenient love, and after every fight his dreams of the future family he could have grew tenfold.

“We’re having a fuckin’ baby?!”

The fact the you didn’t tell him beforehand is in the back of his mind, but he’s overlooking it in sheer elation. Joy for what’s to come. For even that promise to tell each other everything is not enough to ruin this moment for him.

“Yes, J.”

“Let me see!”

He’s anxiously lifting the bottom of the shirt up, revealing a plump baby bump purging outwordly. And a toothy shit eating grin is plastered on his sweet lips, awe is evident and he’s stricken with amazement. You couldn’t have asked for a better reaction, a better lover. Breezing past the part of him not being ready, because clearly you read into things too deeply if this is his truthful response. And it is, it’s so genuine you feel it in your bones. As he’s colliding his hands with your stomach once more, and connecting his lips with yours in celebration. Molding and mixing them together with ease, an effortless depiction of besot.

If only he could frame this and let it drift on for eternity.

“Carrying our baby so perfect, pretty girl.”

Letting this little heavenscent angel inside of you be a reminder that misunderstandings are a bitch.

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aah thanks a lot for your request!!! such a long time since i didn't write something for loki and i love him a lot helppp. and totally i loved this prompt, is honestly so cute <3 drabble under the cut!

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STARS APPEAR — Loki x fem!reader

Word count: 463.

Genre: fluff, suggestive.

His kiss was tender. The surprising coldness of his hand on your cheek sent shivers down your spine as you tasted the mead on his lips, his body pressing against yours while your back touched the soft sheets over the mattress of his bed, the black-haired prince hovering over your figure as you laid down. Your heart beating with anticipation as you broke the kiss. His fingers traced your cheek in a delicate manner. His green eyes took all the beautiful spots on your skin.

“What?” you whispered against his lips.

Loki leaned down as his cold fingers followed the skin of your neck, taking in the charm of your freckles and moles adorning your flesh. He always adored them, and how much they reminded him of the stunning view of the asgardian skies, filled with stars and the captivating constellations his mother used to talk to him about when he was a mere child. You were breathtaking.

“You’re gorgeous, my love.”

His lips traced down your cheek down to your collarbone, tasting the sweetness of your skin. Loki made sure to leave a small kiss on the beautiful freckles covering you completely. He totally worshiped them with his tongue and lips, the sweet moans and gasps falling off your mouth increasing the excitement building inside him. Your hands tangled on his hair as he kissed the valley between your breasts, still covered by your dress. The dress he especially picked for you to wear to the feast. He wanted to rip it off and worship every inch of your body as the goddess you were, just like you deserved. For him, you were the most precious creature he ever saw. And he called you his, only his.

“Loki…”

He cut you with a passionate kiss against your lips, his hands going down to your sides. “Shh,” he shushed you softly, taking the thin sleeves off your shoulders.

You chuckled against his wet mouth, the fire inside growing as he slowly requested for permission to continue further. “We left the ball a little bit early.”

“I have more important things to do,” he teased, nipping the skin of your neck. You granted him access, his tongue licking gently.

“You just came back from Vanaheim, they were celebrating you and your brother,” you smirked, your fingernails scratching the back of his fine leather suit as you felt your hips moving on its own, looking for some friction between both of you. “I thought you’d want to have some more fun out there.”

He angled himself again to look at your flushed face, covered in fine sweat.

“Believe me, love. I plan to. But I’d rather trace every perfect spot on your body, here in my bed,” he purred.

Gods, you were counting on it.

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The Family (Part 1)

Regulus Black AU

Request: Can you write a story where Regulus and the reader have been best friends for years. After Hogwarts, they move to France and get married without telling The Blacks? After being away a few years, they come back and surprise everyone.

Parings: Regulus Black x Reader

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“You know that my family isn’t friendly…right?”

You looked up from your dressing table. Regulus sat on the bed looking at you with a slightly worried look.

“Like I’m concerned. I can be unfriendly too. Let fire meet fire.”

You chose to ignore the little wince that your “husband” gave you. It was no secret that Regulus was worried about facing his parents after eloping. This was the most “un-Regulus” like thing that he had ever done in his life. Meeting the repercussions of his actions was now beginning to worry him.

It had been nearly three years since Regulus had seen or talked to his family. The two of you had been hiding out in France. After moving back to England, it was time to face the proverbial music.

“Y/n, I really don’t think that you know what you are getting into. My parents aren’t like your parents. Mine are deranged and…chaotic.”

You put your brush down before moving to settle yourself on Regulus’ lap. Reaching out you twirled your fingers around one of the curls that was about to fall into his eyes.

“Regulus, we have been best friends since we were 11. I know all about your family and their…ways. It's going to take a lot more than I am the almighty Walburga Black to scare me off. Granted, I do wish that I could have a mother-in-law to do fun things with but, hey, you get what you get. You, my love, are worth whatever those nutcases have to throw at me.”

You were relieved when Regulus smiled. It wasn’t often that a smile graced his face but when it did, your heart melted.

“Maybe, if I’m l lucky, mother will fall over dead from a heart attack and the rest of the family will just spontaneously combust.”

Regulus commented with a smile. He knew what he was getting into. Regulus knew that his family was about to have a fit when he brought his new “wife” home. He knew that evening’s dinner was bound to be a fiasco. You were the absolute last person that Walburga wanted Regulus to marry. She hated the fact that the two of you were best friends. The literal only reason why she finally shut up about it was the fact that you were a Slytherin and a pure blood.

“If you must be friends with that girl, fine. It isn’t like you are going to marry her one day.”

Regulus had never forgotten that comment from Walburga. He had been 13 at the time and told his mother that you were his friend. He had no intention of stopping being your friend. It didn’t matter how angry it made his mother. Regulus had banked on his “being his mother’s favorite” card to keep her from beating the stuffing out of him after that comment.

To Regulus’ relief, Walburga stomped off muttering to herself about wondering why her sons were so obsessed with the Potter children. She just couldn’t understand what was so fascinating that Regulus and Sirius couldn’t say no to. At the moment, that was enough for Regulus.

Now, however, things were different. Regulus had fallen in love with you. After a completely “innocent” kiss at 15, he was hooked. There would be hope in Regulus ever wanting to stay away. He couldn’t…not even if he tried.

The following years were full of Regulus keeping you away from any member of his family. No matter how many times you told him that you were ready to officially meet them and rip the “bandage” off, Regulus always said no.

“Reggie, I hate to break it to you but no one will be dropping dead of any heart attacks. Besides, your mother should expect something. We are always together. One would think that with as smart as she “claims to be”, she would have figured out that we have been together since 5th year. Like it or not, she will just have to get over it.”

“I hate knowing that I am taking you into that lion’s den.”

Leaning forward, you placed a soft kiss on Regulus’ lips. You hoped that some kind of physical contact would calm down his raging mind.

“Regulus, I want you to hear me. It will take a lot more than your family to scare me off. I knew what I was getting into when I said, I do. I know your parents aren’t like my parents. They will just have to accept that we are in love. If they can’t…then that is on them. That won’t be our problem.”

“But we have two things that will be their problem.”

Regulus commented as his grey eyes flickered to the corner of the room where your twin daughters sat playing. Both girls were not the least bit interested in the conversation that their parents were having. You looked at your daughters sympathetically before turning back to Regulus. He didn’t have to say it for you to know this was the other source of his panic.

“Maybe knowledge that they are suddenly grandparents will take them out.”

You suggested with a smile. Regulus couldn’t help but smile as you got off of his lap.

“I have to keep them safe from mum and dad. I don’t want them pushing their ideals on Matilda and Rose.”

Both girls looked up and gave Regulus matching little smirks before going back to their toys.

“Regulus, I have known you for a long time. I know that you won’t let them hurt the girls.”

Regulus was quiet a moment as he watched Matilda and Rose play. He coudln’t help but wonder why his own father wanted absolutely nothing to do with him until he had gotten older. Regulus wanted nothing more than to be a part of whatever it was his daughters were doing.

“What if being around them makes me act like…him?”

Regulus questioned. You moved to stand beside your husband. Reaching down, you wrapped your hand around his and squeezed gently.

“The fact that you are even worrying about it tells me that won’t happen. If it were your father, he would never even have that thought. He would just be uncaring and believe that children are to be seen and not heard.”

Before Regulus could comment, the doorbell rang.

“That will be your brother.”

Both twins' heads popped up as they stood up to toddle out of the room shrieking Sirius’ name.

You moved to walk out of the bedroom to answer the door but stopped to look back at Regulus.

“I mean it, love, you are nothing like your father and you won’t become him. Now let's get this exciting evening over so we can have something to laugh about later.”

Walking downstairs, you smiled seeing Sirius holding both Matilda and Rose. Both twins were trying to look through his shirt pocket for the lollipops that he always brought them.

“Mine!”

Matilda shrieked before taking the lollipop out of Rose’s hand. This resulted in Rose screaming “mine” right back at her sister. Sirius looked between both toddlers and sat them down. He handed each girl a lollipop before shaking his head.

“You both get one. No need for the yelling.”

“Thank you”

Matilda muttered before going to sit down at the little table in the corner. Rose patted Sirius’ leg and went to join her sister as Sirius started trying to wipe some sticky substance off of his face.

“I don’t want to know what that is.”

He commented as you handed him a wet cloth. Chuckling Sirius cleaned the gooey spot off before giving you a smirk.

“I never thought in a million years that my neat-as-a-pin brother would be open to being a father. I thought he would barf the moment that a kid drooled on him. So…are you two really going to subject yourself to a delightful dinner from hell with Norma and Norman Bates?”

You nodded.

“Its best we get this over with. The quicker we totally rock their words the faster it will be over>”

Sirius winced.

“I don’t think it will be that easy, love. So, how is Regulus handling it?”

“Like I’m about to fall through thin ice on a pond.”

Regulus commented as he walked into the room pulling on his suit jacket. Sirius turned to face his brother and gave him a sympathetic expression.

“Maybe she will have a heart attack? I mean telling her that you married Y/n and that you have kids will be a huge shock. What if she just kills over at the dinner table? Are you just going to leave her or will you call for help? Reg, what if dad kills over too? Wouldn’t that be great?!”

Regulus only wished that he could have Sirius’ level of enthusiasm at the moment.

“I’m not that lucky, Sirius. Look, the twins go to bed at 8. Try not to hype them up on sugar this time. The last time we didn’t get them to sleep until after 11.”

Sirius gave Regulus a cold scowl.

“Look last time, they asked for ice cream. Try saying no to those little faces.”

As if on command both Matilda and Rose gave Regulus their signature “I’m cute” face.

“Love you daddy.”

Matilda muttered. Rose nodded eagerly but didn’t give up a moment with her candy. Regulus shook his head.

“Love you too, princess.”

He turned back to Sirius discreetly giving him the middle finger.

“And you’re teaching them to suck up knowing very well that I can’ say no to them.”

Sirius chuckled to himself before moving to sit on the couch.

“Well, you’ll be okay.”

Glazing down at your watch, you turned to Regulus.

“We better get going if we want to make our appearance as planned.”

Regulus groaned.

“Damn.”

The two of you moved to kiss your daughters goodbye. Sirius gave you both a final look.

“If you need me, I’ll be there in a jiffy.”

“I’ll remember that. You should pray that I don’t kill her.”

Regulus replied before following you out the door.

A moment later, you stood beside Regulus outside of Grimmauld Place. Neither of you moved to knock on the door. After a moment, you turned to look at Regulus. His handsome features were set into a hard scowl.

“Reggie, remember what I said. You aren’t your father and are nothing like your family.”

Regulus nodded. Hearing those words come from your mouth always seemed to make him feel better. Right now, it was especially helpful because he felt as if he was throwing his family into the lion's den.

“We should get this over with.”

Regulus commented before knocking on the door.

A moment later, Kreacher opened the door. The elf’s eyes got huge seeing the one person that he loved most in the world.

“Master Regulus, you finally came home. Kreacher is delighted to see you.”

Kreacher turned his attention to you and frowned. He knew exactly who you were after hearing Walburga fuss about you for many hours. Regulus had followed Kreacher’s gaze and took a breath.

“Kreacher, this is my Y/n. I want you to treat her with respect.”

The elf didn’t look thrilled by the comment. He held back the vile comment that he wanted to make about the Potters being blood traitors. If there was one thing that Kreacher wouldn’t do, it was upset Regulus.

“Yes, Master Regulus. Please follow Kreacher. Dinner has just been served.”

Regulus tightened his hold on your hand as the two of you stepped into the house.

You had never been inside Grimmauld Place before. After stepping in the door it was as dark and gloomy as you expected. Nothing about this place screamed warm and welcoming.

“This makes me love my family all the more.”

You thought as you followed Regulus and Kreacher down the dark and gloomy hallway. At least, with your family, the home was always warm and welcoming. No one had to worry about being hexed over the dinner table.

Your thoughts stopped the moment that you stepped into the dining room. Just as you expected, the room grew silent. Multiple sets of cold eyes were initially upon you. You squeezed Regulus’ hand as Walburga stood up looking furious.

“Regulus, why is that girl here?”

Regulus took a breath. He didn’t expect much of a greeting from his mother.

“Hello, mother.”

He glanced to where his father sat. Orion was watching him with a hawk-like expression while his grandmother and grandfather took sips of their wine. Cygnus and Druella both were giving each other hesitant expressions as if to say “here we go.”

“I asked you a question, Regulus. It's been three years since we have seen you and you come home with this girl.”

Regulus swallowed, suddenly remembering just who the hell he was. If his mother wanted to play hardball then so could he.

“Yes, Mother it has been three years. Furthermore, this girl has a name, and its Y/n. I expect respect for my wife.”

Both Walburga and Orion went pale. Cygnus and Druella’s mouths dropped while Arcturus and Melania tilted their heads.

“Silly of me, but did you say wife?”

Walburga finally choked out.

“Yeah, he said wife. My name is Y/n. Just so you know, Walburga, I match people’s energy. You be nice to me and I’ll be nice to you. If you want to start shit, you better be ready to dance. That goes for all of you lovely people. Now, we are here in goodwill. We aren’t here for this to turn into some muggle soap opera-level crap.”

You watched as Walburga quickly began to stutter. She clearly did not expect that to come out of your mouth. Orion, meanwhile, was looking at you with a look of amazement.

“You wanted to see us. We are here but play your cards carefully. Remember that I’m the heir to this family.”

Regulus added in a calm even tone. Walburga continued to blink before turning to Orion. Orion gave his wife a cold glare before turning back to his son.

“I see that you couldn’t be bothered to tell us about any of this.”

Regulus smirked.

“Sorry, Father but we have been rather busy in France. There is more you should know. We have twin daughters. If you have any interest in seeing them, the lot of you will agree to my terms.”

Walburga sank back in her chair before grabbing Orion’s arm.

“They have children. Oh heaven help me, they have children.”

Orion didn’t say anything immediately as he glanced at his wife. He knew Walburga would kill him later but he had a feeling that she would do exactly as her son asked. In private, Walburga had been a wreck since Regulus moved away. There had been multiple times that she had shed tears over the subject. Of course, Orion would never tell Regulus this.

“Yes, we have children.”

You replied. Melania turned to her grandson with a gentle expression. Regulus had always been her favorite. Now seeing him as a husband and father made her extremely pleased. While she still could see the darling little boy that Regulus was, it was clearly time to see him as the man that he had become.

“You didn’t bring them with you, Regulus.”

Regulus’ cold expression softened as he addressed his grandmother.

“No, grandmother. I didn’t with reason. Our family has a talent for losing our tempers and acting out of places of anger. My daughters don’t need to be exposed to that. Before any of you lay eyes upon them, you’ll listen to what I have to say and agree to my terms.”

Orion leaned back in his chair with a scowl.

“We’re listening.”

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[itsmealaiah]

I AM BEGGING YOU ON MY KNEES TO WRITE CONVINCE ME AS A DOM BILL. NO ONE WRITES DOM BILL ENOUGH😭 I LOVE YOUR WORK SM !!!

aww thank you!!

Don't have to tell me twice

tags/ warnings: opposite of the first convince me, drunk bill, p in v, dom! bill, reader being concerned for bill, bill being in love with reader for a long time, desperation

MDNI ⚠️

pairing: bill x fem

a/n: after i am finished with the requests for tokio hotel, i'm going to start writing more johnnie guilbert and andy biersack/ black fics

Bill's POV:

As I stumbled through the door, drunk off my ass, the last thing I expected was for y/n to be there. We'd been friends for years, but lately, I'd found myself thinking about her in a whole new light. I couldn't help but fantasize about her, the way she'd taste, the feel of her skin against mine. The alcohol in my system only seemed to heighten these feelings, making it impossible for me to focus on anything else.

She looked up at me with those big, innocent eyes and a small, familiar smile spread across her lips. "Bill? What are you doing here?" Her voice was laced with concern, but there was a hint of amusement there too.

I didn't mean to stare, but I couldn't help myself. She was wearing this little black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. It made me want to rip it off of her and bury my face in her perfect breasts. I licked my dry lips, trying to clear my head, and managed to mutter a response. "Uh… I, uh… I was just coming over to… uh…" I trailed off, suddenly feeling like an idiot.

"Well, you're here now," she said softly, her eyes never leaving mine. "Why don't you come inside and… sit down?" She gestured toward the couch, and I stumbled over to it, collapsing into the plush cushions. I felt like shit. Not only had I gotten completely shitfaced, but I'd also just completely blown any chance I had with her. She didn't deserve this.

But then, something inside me snapped. I was tired of being the nice guy. Tired of playing it safe. Tired of being her friend when all I really wanted was so much more. So, without thinking, I pushed myself up off the couch and straddled her lap. She gasped, her eyes going wide with surprise. "I've wanted this for so long," I murmured, leaning in to capture her lips with my own.

Her taste was intoxicating, and I couldn't get enough. I felt my cock, already hard beneath my jeans, pressing against her through the thin material of our underwear. I groaned into the kiss, unable to believe that after all this time, I was finally going to have her. I reached down between us and unbuttoned her pants, pulling them down her hips along with her lace thong.

She gasped as my fingers brushed against her wet folds, and I couldn't help but smile against her lips. "You're so fucking wet for me," I breathed, leaning in to lick her slowly. She arched her back, crying out, and I felt her fingers tangled in my hair. I pushed her back against the couch, my lips and tongue working in tandem to bring her to orgasm. I'd never been more turned on in my life.

As she writhed beneath me, I couldn't help but wonder if she knew that this was all me. The alcohol had only fueled my desires, but it was my heart speaking when I said, "I've always wanted to be with you, y/n." I paused for a moment, catching my breath before adding, "Even when I didn't know it." And with that, I slipped off her pants and positioned myself between her legs. I was ready to take what I'd always wanted.

I could feel her trembling beneath me as I guided my cock to her entrance. She bit her lip, trying to contain the moans that escaped her throat. With one swift thrust, I was inside her, feeling the tightness of her walls surrounding me. I groaned, losing myself in the sensation, moving slowly at first before picking up speed.

Her nails dug into my shoulders as she met my thrusts, their hips slapping together in a rhythm that was as familiar as it was new. The sounds of our skin slapping together filled the room, echoing through my head as I lost myself in the heat of the moment. I leaned down, capturing one of her nipples between my teeth, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. She tasted like pure fucking desire, so sweet, so..addicting.

As the pleasure built inside of us both, I felt my release approaching. I leaned forward, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. "I love you, y/n," I managed to gasp out, my words muffled against her neck. "I've always loved you."

She arched her back, her nails digging into my shoulders as she let out a shuddering cry. "Oh God, Bill… I love you too." Her words sent a wave of heat through my body, and with a final thrust, I emptied myself into her, feeling her body tighten around me as she came as well.

Our breathing slowly returned to normal as we held each other close, our sweat-slicked bodies pressed together. "I don't regret this," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of our hearts racing against each other. "Not for a second."

I couldn't help but smile into the crook of her neck. "Neither do I. I've always wanted this, you know? I've always wanted you." I traced my fingers lightly along the skin of her back, feeling the delicate bones beneath. "I'm so sorry I was such an idiot before. I had no idea what I was doing."

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[bejeweledreverie]

Where The Ocean Waves Met My Anxious Heart And Your Strong Embrace

wc: around 1.5k

warnings: reader almost drowning (as a flashback), mentions of fear of death, panic attack, written in 1st person, english is not my first language, ooc rafe?, fluff, not fully proofread

a/n: AAAA my first fic and i am not sure how to feel about it. truly hope it makes sense. comment if you want to be added to the taglist for future fics (ideally would love to put out one fic every week but we'll see how that goes ;-; )!! if you liked this, please comment and reblog <333

p.s. can't decide if the title fits this at all

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I never liked him. In fact, I want to gag anytime the name ‘Rafe Cameron’ leaves someone's mouth. He had somehow (unsurprisingly) lived up to his title in the Outer Banks, the Kook Prince. An arrogant and cocky asshole was all that he was to me.

I never really cared about the whole Pogues and Kooks thing. I was friends with both, in fact Kie, Pope, John B and JJ were some of my closest friends. Just because I live in Figure Eight, doesn’t make me better than those who live on the Cut. That is what my parents always taught me, since both of them also used to be Pogues.

But I was never gonna live it down when it came to the eldest Cameron offspring. He always calls me ‘the rip-off Kook’.

Sarah and I have been best friends since forever, but I never got along with Rafe. Ever. Even when we were kids, he always annoyed me, trying and often succeeding at pissing me off or upsetting me. 

You would think that we would’ve grown out of our childish antics as time went on, but it only got worse. We could never pass each other without sending glares or saying snarky remarks.

It’s a Friday night in late June. My family and I are at Cameron's for our annual summer barbecue. 

I had left my camera there a couple days prior after a sleepover with Sarah. As always, I was tasked to document the gathering, so I went inside to look for it.

And that is why I found myself in Rafe’s room, looking for my camera, that Sarah had left there for some unknown reason to me.

I had been in there a couple times before, but I never had the chance to check it out completely.

I was surprised to find the wall behind his bed covered in photos. Was he also into photography?

My eyes drifted to the window that overlooked the front yard of Tannyhill. 

There was soft music playing, as our families were conversing, sipping on wine and enjoying the food. My need to capture this moment became unignorable. But as I turned to grab my camera from his desk, I saw Rafe standing behind me. I flinch from his presence.

“Jesus, can you not creep upon people like that?” I say.

“Didn’t mean to scare you, sweetheart,” he answers, a lazy smirk on his lips.

I roll my eyes at the nickname, turning back to the window.

“What are you doing in my room, Y/L/N?” he asks, as he moves to stand next to me.

“Came to get this,” I picked up the camera from the desk and prepared to snap the photo I was planning on taking before Rafe interrupted me.

“I find it hard to believe that you only came to take your camera, you wanted to snoop and find something to blackmail me with,” he says, jokingly accusing me with a smirk on his face.

“Oh Cameron, I have known you for over a decade, pretty sure I have enough dirt on you as it is,” I laugh slightly, as I adjust the camera settings.

“Really, because in all these years you have never used it on me.” 

“Knowledge is power, Rafael. Don’t expect me to play all of my cards out at once,” I say, zooming in a little bit on the party in the yard.

Once I’m finished taking the photos, I turn to Rafe, finding him already staring at me. I’m used to receiving glares from him, but this time his eyes held something else. An emotion I can’t describe. His gaze was intense.

Feeling a little uncomfortable, I turned to look at the photo covered wall.

“I didn’t know you were into photography,” I say, absentmindedly admiring each photo.

Rafe looks down at his shoes, nervously scratching the back of his neck.

“Yeah, I, uh, always wanted to try it and I ended up liking it a lot.”

My eyes settle on one particular photo. It’s a photo of the ocean, which appears to be right before the storm.

I look at the date in the bottom right corner and my body freezes. 

I can feel the water filling my lungs and I can hear the storm again. The fear of death clouds my brain. 

All of a sudden I’m hiccuping for breaths and I feel my legs give out.

…

It was supposed to be a stupid dare, but my stubbornness knows no boundaries. 

When JJ jokingly challenged me to surf in the storm, I should’ve just laughed it off, but I didn’t.

Everything was going well, until the wave threw me off the board and I was pushed underwater.

The storm had gotten stronger, so did the waves, and I could barely breathe in when I came up, as another wave pushed me below the surface. Safe to say I was drowning. 

I was so scared, but I couldn’t scream out for help. My limbs were burning from trying to stay above water and slowly I gave in. 

Suddenly, I felt strong arms wrap around me and attempt to pull me out.

Then it all went black.

…

I felt Rafe’s arms wrap around me to keep me from falling as I choked out a sob. It was like I was experiencing that day all over again. I couldn’t breathe properly and I was shaking like crazy.

“Hey, Y/N, hey! Look at me. You’re safe, you’re not in the water. Just breathe.”

His proximity, my almost drowning, it was too much for me. I tried to wriggle out his grip, failing, as his arms around me only tightened.

“It’s okay, you are safe. I am here.”

I finally let myself collapse into him, sobbing into his chest. He started to rub my back soothingly, while whispering sweet nothings into my ear.

The blurry images of the waves crashing still flooded my brain.

“I thought I was gonna die,” I sobbed

His arms only tightened around me hearing that sentence.

Once I was calm enough, I pulled away slightly. Rafe was already staring at me, and once again, I couldn’t describe the emotion behind his eyes. Was it pityness? Worry? Or was it care?

No, there is no way he cares about me. We hate each other. Right?

I find myself staring back into his captivating blue eyes.

And then the puzzle pieces start falling into place.

“You saved me that day,” I state, my eyes widening with the realization.

Rafe looks away, his hold on me loosening. 

Oh my god. That’s why he knew what my panic attack was about. That’s why after the accident he didn’t talk to me for weeks. Does he actually care about me?

“Rafe, why did you never tell me?” I ask, my hand on his jaw, turning his head so he looks at me.

He sighs, before getting up and walking towards his photo covered wall. He takes off the picture of the ocean from the wall and gestures to me to sit on his bed. 

“I, uh,” he starts nervously, “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want things to change between us."

I sat down in front of him, waiting for him to elaborate, nervous as to where this was going.

“Y/N, no matter what happened, you were always there to call me out on my bullshit, whether that was treating my sister poorly or bullying others. You always knew how to put me in my place and I didn’t want that to change.” 

I look at him, surprised. 

The boy who pulled on my braids in elementary school, the boy who knew which buttons to push to annoy me, that same boy was now sitting in front of me telling me that I am the only thing in his life that he can count on.

He worriedly flips the photo to the other side and hands it to me. I take it and look at the writing on the back of it.

Once I read it, it didn’t take long for our lips to meet for a gentle kiss that is filled with years of pent up emotions and feelings that we didn’t know were there.

His hands are gently cupping my face, as if he was afraid I would break.

When we break apart, a little breathless and dizzy, I once again look at the inscription of the photo and I know that I have never been so sure about something in my life before. Somehow everything that had happened over the last 10 years made perfect sense. And even the accident made sense, because without it, we wouldn’t be here right now smiling shyly at each other.

On the back of the photo, in squiggly handwriting, were written 6 words.

The day I almost lost her.

~

@winterrrnight @h34rtsformilli

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[milfmuses]

Pleasant Interruptions

A/N: Hiii! This is my first smut fic and I decided to write a slightly niche category. As a big tiddy squishy woman, I can’t wait for people like me to have a fun fic to enjoy! Please let me know if you like it with some comments, and feel free to suggest new ideas as well! Thank you so so much to @non-binary-frogking , @tacobyell , and @zephyr-is-tired​ for helping me edit it means so much!

Larissa Weems x big tiddy squishy reader

Summary: Reader has some alone time after plans change and Larissa opens the door to an unexpected surprise.

Warnings: smut, dominant Larissa, submissive Reader, fingering, oral, sex toy, masturbation

You previously emailed your coworkers and boss that you would be out of town from Friday afternoon until Sunday night, as you wanted some time to relax and maybe explore Jericho. You planned to stay at the small motel in town, but upon seeing storm clouds form while you taught classes, you sadly canceled your reservation. The final bell rang, signifying the end of your work day. You pack up your things and return to the staff dormitories. Similar to the student rooms, your door opened directly into the bedroom. The only differences are the living space and kitchenette, identical to a studio apartment, and the attached full bathroom. 

Grading the last assignment your students turned in today, you stand and strip off your work clothes. Pants, a shirt, and undergarments plop into the hamper and you sink into the center of your bed. Fridays typically offer plenty of alone time, so you decide to indulge in something you’ve needed all week.

Reaching over and opening your bedside table drawer, you grab your rabbit vibrator. Once you are comfortable laying against the pillows with your legs spread and a blanket to cover your lap, you move the vibrator between your parted thighs. 

Switching it on with the hold of a button, you graze the tip against your clit. With a jolt and hitch of your breath, images of a certain woman begin taking over. 

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Larissa stands in front of her desk while picking up paperwork to drop by your room. She remembers the email detailing your absence on campus for the weekend, deciding on placing the papers personally in your room. She thinks back to when she ran out of coffee creamer, and you kindly offered her your own. 

“Hi Larissa! Oh wow, you drink black coffee? I always have creamer handy in my fridge.”

Larissa looks up from the outdoor picnic table, a lovely fall day perfect for enjoying the quiet morning before classes. The slightly chilly air is opposed by sunbeams shining through gaps in the clouds. 

“Good morning y/n, I seem to have run out of creamer so I resorted to foregoing it today. Maybe I will have to keep an extra just in case.”

She can’t help but smile at how you stand facing her, the sun hitting your hair and skin, causing a slight glow to your features. She is abruptly ripped from her trance by your voice.

“Oh don’t worry! I leave my room unlocked often since the staff wing is already behind lock and key. Feel free to stop by my room and help yourself to however much creamer you need!”

You secretly hope Larissa will come by and spend time with you. Deep within your heart, you long for the beautiful woman to see you as more than a coworker. Her sweet personality, gorgeous body, caring nature, and so much more leaves you completely and utterly infatuated with her. But she hadn’t a clue.

On the other hand, Larissa felt the same. She is your superior, but you treated each other respectfully and don’t see each other as worker and boss. You regard each other with equality and helpfulness, always doing favors for each other out of kindness. Like when you rushed to her office after lunch to bring her coffee she forgot in the break room. And when Larissa popped into your classroom to give you the freshly printed packets you left on her desk. 

Larissa smiles at you gratefully, setting her cup on the table and beginning to rise from her seat.

“Thank you darling, that is quite sweet of you. I might have to take you up on that offer. I must be heading back to my office now but I will be sure to stop by in case I ever need to borrow some creamer. Have a lovely day y/n!”

“Since you will be out of town anyway, leaving the papers on your kitchen counter or living room table would be appropriate,” she muses.

Larissa’s signature heels clack against the floors, giving the woman even more height to her 6’3 figure. She enters the staff wing, walks down the long hallway past her room, and stops in front of your door. She notices your adorable name tag; a small flower is drawn on paper next to neat handwriting spelling out your name. Smiling to herself, Larissa turns the knob and pushes the door in. What she sees stuns her into a frozen state of shock.

There you are, lap covered in a plush blanket, thrusting away with something under it. Your head is lolled to the side, expression blissful with your eyes shut tight and mouth open. Larissa realizes that you are too lost in pleasure to notice her or hear her enter the room. Wet smacks of the vibrator echo throughout the air, your whimpers sending heat straight into Larissa’s face. Your breasts are slightly visible, the blanket hiding most of your skin from her view, but she can make out the stiff peaks of your nipples and the way they bounce mesmerizingly. Highly aroused, Larissa brings the papers to cover her mouth which is agape in awe. A throbbing is felt between her thighs and wetness begins to gather there. 

The pace speeds up as your arm visibly quickens, and Larissa can tell you are close to orgasm. What she hears next causes her to lose all self-restraint. 

“Fuck, Ris- Rissa I’m close-”

As you chase your high, you release stuttered gasps, pants, and whines. Larissa’s lust for you now outweighs all control. Any embarrassment she has from walking in on you masturbating is gone. Long, creamy thighs clench together to offer relief for her aching center. With a hushed voice, Larissa mutters to herself,

“Fuck.”

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Your eyes shoot open and your hand holds the power button for your toy to stop the vibrations immediately. Pulling the length out of you, your eyes catch the source of the voice you just heard.

Larissa. Of course, it has to be the one woman that you are secretly in love with. Remembering that you moaned out her name only seconds before, you panic. You cover your body with the blanket as fast as you can, hiding your breasts and naked body from her view. Tears threaten to fall upon your cheeks, the vulnerability of being caught in such a position making you feel ashamed and scared. 

In an attempt to comfort yourself and apologize to the woman who just witnessed you pleasuring yourself, you quietly repeat, “I’m sorry,” over and over again.

“Hey darling, it’s okay. Look at me love, look at me.”

Your eyes find hers and that is when you notice her appearance. Her pupils are blown wide and her thighs are pushed together tightly as if soothing the ache between them. Red colors her cheeks and her chest heaves, trying to control her breathing.

“I thought you were out of town so I stopped by to drop off your papers. I had no idea you were here. I... I am pleased that you are, though.” 

She sets the papers on your countertop and visibly takes a deep breath. Unbeknownst to you, she is gathering the courage to say what she is about to say.

“Please don’t cover yourself y/n- you are stunning. W-would you like me to help you? I know you probably weren’t expecting me to react this way, but I am flattered and absolutely dripping right now. Please- please let me help.”

Shock and relief fill you, along with excitement and happiness, knowing that the woman you wished to have a chance with is attracted to you. Still feeling vulnerable, all you do is flush and nod your consent at her offer.

Coming to the side of your bed, Larissa lowers herself down on your left. She lays on her side, propping herself up on an elbow and sees how shy you look.

“Darling, may I kiss you? You’re adorable like this. Look at those pink cheeks of yours! No need to be shy, you are safe with me. My sweet girl.”

You turn your body slightly, moving your face right before hers. Those bright red lips that you constantly dreamt of are now inches away from your own. Sky-blue eyes hold comfort and care, and your heart feels secure with trust. 

“Please,” you plead. 

She takes the hand that isn’t propping her up and delicately brings it to the back of your head, pushing your face to hers. Instant softness, warmth, and giddiness flood you. Her lips are pillowy and plump, heating your mouth against hers, and you whine faintly. A wide smile overtakes your face and she laughs melodiously when she feels it, pulling away to study your bashful expression with twinkling eyes. Suddenly, you see her focus on something else entirely. During the kiss, your blanket lowered to reveal the top of your breasts. 

Larissa’s eyes darken with hunger. You start to get insecure since you have a larger chest than most, so your breasts are less perky or firm than smaller ones. Pulling the blanket to cover them in fear of Larissa not liking them, you pause with the blanket up to your collarbone when her hand covers yours, stopping you in your tracks.

“Now, y/n, why would you ever want to cover those? I promise you, there is no need to hide yourself from me. I have been attracted to every part of you for some time now darling, including your curves, and hoping you shared my interest in pursuing a relationship.”

Like a burst of hope and light, your heart speeds up at her admission, making your chest heat and confidence grow. 

“I’m sorry Rissa, I am insecure about my body. All I ask is that you are reassuring and sweet with me so I can feel most comfortable. I trust you and you can pull the blanket down now. They might be bigger than you expected, I do my best to hide them away in my outfits.”

She brings her hand to your cheek and rubs her thumb over your skin, comforting you while giving you a tender look.

“I give you my word that I will go slow and show you how beautiful you are. My dove, how could I possibly dislike anything about you? My sweet girl, you just lay back and look pretty for me, alright sweetheart?”

With a quick nod to signify your consent, Larissa again places her hand on the blanket and lowers it. 

Large, full breasts are revealed, making her mouth water and her heart race. Your nipples harden in the air and she stares at them, entranced. You have stretch marks on the upper sides and large areolas. They sag slightly from their weight, resting apart and looking soft like the perfect natural pillows. 

“Oh my, look at these- I could worship them endlessly. So full and round- god, they’re huge!”

An instant blush takes over your face, neck, and upper chest. Larissa sees this and smirks knowingly, glad her praise made you feel reassured and flustered.

“Really? They aren’t… too big?”

Back is the soft gaze from the woman above you, although her dilated pupils betray her otherwise adoring demeanor. She waits patiently, ready to answer your insecurities with reassurance and honesty.  

“My dear, there is no such thing as ‘too big’ and they are perfect. I’m practically drooling at the sight of them. You must know that although you try to cover them, I’ve found myself staring at your cleavage often while you aren’t looking. And now, finally seeing them is making me insanely aroused.”

You feel something unfamiliar, a hint of acceptance in yourself, but mostly pride at making Larissa feel so needy at just the sight of you. Puppy eyes filled with love stare at her stunning face. She notices, and with a grin, places a loving kiss on your lips. 

“May I touch them, love?”

“Yes, please,” you whisper.

She turns her head downwards and gently cups your left breast, squeezing softly. Her eyes never leave your chest, almost glued to it, not wanting to miss a second. She lowers her head to your nipple and places light kisses on it, coaxing the bud to harden completely under her lips. Her hand drifts to your right breast and pinches your other nipple faintly, now both sensitive and standing at attention. 

Peering at your face while teasing you with her lips, she sees how content you are with the attention you’re receiving, yet restless, wanting more. You look back and beg shamelessly, thankful that she is giving you the touch you’ve desired for so long.

“Please, use your mouth… need you-”

Larissa wouldn’t dare deprive you of what you deserve, nor would she want to tease you when she promised to be gentle, so she reaches her tongue out and kitten-licks your bud. She repeats the motion, drawing the faintest moans from you while your body squirms from the sensation. Your nerves enter a frenzy while warmth shoots down to your core, making your clit throb intensely. She takes your nipple into her mouth and sucks while rolling on the right one between her fingers. Back arching and moaning desperately, you become louder and push your breasts further into her touch. Now, she moves to the other nipple and before latching on, says breathlessly,

“You have the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen, my love, they are positively delicious.” 

Her mouth latches on, circling your areola with her tongue and suckling like she is addicted to your taste. 

“Oh god- Rissa that feels so good,” You exclaim at her skillful mouth and fingers.

She releases your bud with a pop. Once she sees how impatient you are, with your face partly scrunched in pleasure and your eyes wide and begging silently, she hears you. Almost too quiet for her to hear, you mutter “please” nonstop, so sensitive and desperate that your words are hushed from focusing on how she feels. 

“Don’t worry, sweet girl, I’m going to take care of you. First, let me get rid of this blanket.”

You smile, but your face drops at remembering your body. Your thighs, hips, and stomach are all parts of you that you hide, insecurity is now at the forefront of your mind, and you anxiously tremble.

“Wait- Riss I’m… I’m not sure you’d want to see me. I’ve got some squishy parts like my tummy and I am very self-conscious…”

Larissa pauses, taking your cheek in her palm, and says so sweetly yet seriously,

“Darling, I promise you that no matter how you look, you’re perfect in my eyes. Besides, I like my women with curves and everything that comes with them, I find it ravishing.”

She throws you a wink but remains genuine, making you comfortable to continue.

“Okay Rissa, thank you. I trust you.”

Tender hands grasp the blanket and pull it down to reveal a slightly chubby stomach that she instantly adores and wide hips with hip dips and stretch marks, down to thick thighs with cellulite. 

“Baby, you’re beyond stunning, look at how soft and curvy you are. I can’t wait to kiss and touch every inch and show how I admire all of you.”

You beam at her and she moves to kneel between your legs with her upper body, hovering above. She kisses you, starting at your lips, along your neck, between your breasts, slowly descending your stomach, and eventually just above where you throb steadily. She runs her fingertips along your sides, hips, and thighs until you shiver. Larissa looks up at you from her place between your parted thighs and finally presses her lips on your center. Her breath heats your core, and her tongue darts out to lick between your lips. The tip of her tongue nudges your clit, and your back arches, a moan slipping from your mouth. Continuing her licks and now sucking on your clit, two fingers gather your wetness and push into your entrance.

With a groan at the stretch, you look down at her, a smirk apparent on her face. She winks and starts thrusting in and out until your head falls back again, moaning deeply. She builds you up again with flicks of her tongue on your clit and a steady pace of her fingers pushing in and out. She stops suddenly, making you whine.

“Hold on love, I can’t help but give these some attention. So mesmerizing when they bounce for me.”

Larissa leans over you again to kiss, bite, and suck on your breasts. Although you are a mewling mess, you immediately notice when something presses against your entrance, and you realize that she picked up the rabbit vibrator to hold it against you. When she sucks one nipple into your mouth and tugs, she shoves the length into your sopping hole.

You gasp loudly and grip the sheets, bracing yourself as she starts fucking you at a quick pace. Your wetness makes a loud squelching sound that drives Larissa insane. She lifts her head to look at you and feels her rough pounding should be matched with praise.

“You take it so well darling, I can hear how fucking wet you are. Such a needy girl aren’t you? You look so pretty when I fuck you, I’ll have to do this as often as I can to see what a good girl you can be for me.”

You visibly quiver at her words, and they bring you closer to the edge. Larissa kisses your lips passionately, and right as she turns the vibrator on, she whispers in your ear,

“Cum for me my love, be a good girl.”

You explode and shut your eyes tight as she fucks you through your orgasm and keeps whispering praises.

“That’s it, baby, you’re doing so good for me.”

“Good girl, make a mess.”

“So beautiful, yes baby, just like that.”

The vibrator turns off when your breathing evens out, Larissa keeping you from feeling overstimulated. You keep your eyes closed as your body fully relaxes under her. She slowly pulls the toy from inside you, and you groan slightly at becoming empty. She places the toy on the dresser atop a towel you prepared earlier and lays again on her side, propped up to view your post-orgasm state. 

Your eyes are already on her, with fondness and love shining through. Larissa smiles and kisses your nose.

“You’re adorable dearest, even when you are all messy and red. Do you mind if I stay here and hold you?”

You answer promptly,

“Thank you Riss, you look gorgeous as always. Thank you for making me feel beautiful and safe. I would love it if you stay and please spend the night if you are comfortable with that.”

“I would love to… and y/n? You have nothing to be self-conscious about. If anything, you need to be prepared for how obsessed I am with your body.”

You chuckle, and she continues.

“Let me take care of you tonight and I might need to use those incredible pillows of yours to lay on while I sleep.”

You laugh again with her and decide to turn things around.

“Why don’t you get undressed so I’m not the only one naked here? Although… I don’t know if I can resist what I’ll see...”

“Oh? That won’t be a problem at all. We have plenty more to do before we sleep,” she says with a mischievous grin.

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #larissa weems smut #smut #principal weems #lesbian #wlw #weems #big tiddy reader #squishy reader #gwendoline christie #larissa x reader #larissa x y/n #larissa weems x teacher

[coolemmasulivan]

With You | 2

Pairing: Rúben Dias x Reader

Summary: You're Bernardo Silva's sister and you and Rúben have a crush on each other. After moving to Manchester, you and him realise that some things in the past were not what it seemed.

Word count: 2720

Author's note: English isn’t my first language.

You can read part 1 here

Does your mind play this game to? Think 'bout me and you.

Rúben kept questioning himself: Were you just looking for a bit of fun? Didn't you feel the same way he did? Or maybe the sex was bad after all! The truth was that after that night you ignored him completely.

Despite his attempts to message you and call you, you didn't respond. However, when his brother contacted you, you replied immediately.

"Just send her a message. To see if she responds." Ruben asked his brother, following him around the house.

"Do I look like the cupid? Can't you get the girl on your own?" Ivan grabbed the phone after Rúben pleaded with him again. "If Bernardo knows you slept with his sister, you're a dead man. Not even your muscles will be able to save you." He said as he wrote a message.

"Shut up. He doesn't need to know."

Ivan looked up from his phone and glared at his stupid brother. "That you like his sister? Puff, everyone knows that. You make it pretty obvious." He looked down and pressed send.

It didn't take long for you to reply and it hurt Rúben deeply. "So, I guess she just wanted to have fun."

"I'll call her." You didn't answer that. But a minute later, a message came in. "She texted me. She says: I know Ruben is asking you to do this. Please stop. I don't want to talk to him. Tell him that what happened was fun, but it was a one time thing."

Rúben felt like someone had ripped his heart out.

"Okay." He mumbled and got up from the sofa.

"Rúben? Come on!" His brother called, but he quickly disappeared back into the gym room.

His brother reading the message was always something that stayed with him. He had believed you were interested in him, at least the tension that was there every time you were together made it seem like you were different from the other girls who only wanted him for the sex or the money.

He wanted to forget you. He tried several times, but every now and then you would pop up in his thoughts. And working with your brother didn't help either.

"Wow, that was awkward!" Stones exclaimed as he and Rúben got into the car. "But she seems nice."

Rúben released a deep breath that appeared to have been trapped inside for a considerable time. His heart raced at a rapid pace, and his palms grew moist. "She can't move here."

"I guess it's a little late for that. Is Bernardo this clueless when you're together in the same room? Because damn, that tension could be cut with a knife."

Glancing at his rearview mirror, he caught sight of you smiling at Ines. "We've never been this close to each other, since the night we slept together."

Stones looked surprised. "So you never talked about it?"

"No. She ghosted me."

"Oh, that's cruel!" With a final glance at you, Rúben started the car and they drove away. "And you still look at her like that? Wow!"

"Like what?"

"Oh I don't know, like a pervert." He said sarcastically. "What do you think? Like you're on love, you idiot!"

"I'm not in love with her."

"Back there I did all the talking because the only thing you did was look at her and smile. I don't even remember if you said hello." Ruben ran his hand through his hair and squeezed the steering wheel harder than necessary.

Since the day he met you, he always acted like a schoolboy around his crush. He was always timid, but around you, he became a kid version of himself all over again.

He still remembered the first time his hand accidentally touched yours and the first time you kissed his cheek after a big win at Benfica. You were that kind of crush.

"I-- I won't be able to be around her."

"Don't think like that. Now it's a good opportunity to sit down and talk about what happened. Maybe she liked you, but the sex was just bad." Rúben gave him a disapproving glance, and Stones laughed.

"Shut up!"

As you travelled from Etihad Campus to your brother's house, you noticed Ines watching you through the rearview mirror. You had a sense of what was about to happen when you were alone with her.

"Y/a." You flinched at her voice and swallowed the lump in your throat. She wouldn't ask you something stupid with your brother in the car, would she? "I guess you haven't seen Rúben in a while, right? I mean Rúben and João, obviously."

Ines was always a smart woman, the best your brother had ever been with. "Y-yeah. It's been a while."

"They are happy that you're here!" Your brother said. "We need to have dinner together, don't you think?"

No. "Sure, that would be fun."

You let your head fall back on the seat and looked out the window. Although Manchester was stunning, Rúben was the only thought on your mind after that encounter.

Even after hurting you, he still made your heart pump. He looked good - very good. Although you continued to follow him on Instagram, seeing him in person felt completely different from seeing his occasional photos online.

Unlocking your phone, you opened Instagram and the messages where you knew you still had one from Rúben that you never deleted.

September, 12, 2020 02:47am

"I don't know why we ended up like this. But I still miss you."

For four years, you chose to ignore him entirely. You didn't block his phone number or his social media accounts, but you also never responded to any of his attempts to reach out to you. But after seeing him with that girl just after what had happened on the bus, it completely destroyed everything.

It had been two weeks since you moved to Manchester. You had finally found a good apartment and would be moving at the end of the week. You had finally started working and your boss, your brother's friend, was really nice and so were your coworkers.

Despite being a new business, it was thriving, with an increasing number of projects coming in.

Walking around the city was the thing that made everything more difficult. You didn't feel comfortable yet to start driving on the other side of the road, so you always tried to walk or take the bus.

After a long day at work, you got home - Ines and Bernardo's house, where you had been staying. The smell from the kitchen quickly hit your nose as you stepped inside the house.

"It smells good in here." You said, stepping into the kitchen. The kitchen island was full of food and Ines was opening a bag of chips. "What's going on? Is the baby making you hungry?" You laughed.

"We're having guests."

"Yes, I can see that. Who is it? Do you need help?"

"It's the boys from the team. A few of them."

You looked at her and froze. "What? Who?"

"Stones, that you met the other day, João, Haaland, Jack, Kyle and Ederson." Ines carefully looked at you to see your reaction to not mentioning Rúben's name.

You appeared to be disappointed, yet relieved at the same time. "Oh, okay. It's going to be nice to see João and meet the rest of the boys."

"Yes, and you don't need to worry Rúben said he couldn't make it."

You took a chip from the bowl but didn't dare to look at her. "Why would I worry?"

Ines slapped your hand when you tried to take another chip. "I know that there is something between you two. When you saw him the other day you got super nervous and he couldn't take his eyes off of you."

"I don't know what you're talking about. I haven't been to the games and we've lost contact. It was just weird to see him again." You were always a terrible liar.

"Yes, right! And I'm not pregnant." She said sarcastically.

"Ines, por favor, não há nada entre mim e o Rúben." The sad tone in your voice gave you away. "Not anymore!" (Please, there's nothing between me and Ruben)

"What do you mean, not anymore?"

You told her everything. It felt as though a burden had been lifted from you. There was only one person that knew what had happened and that was your best friend back in Portugal.

"What? So he just used you for sex?" You nodded. "That doesn't sound like Rúben."

"Well, that's what I thought. But it seems like I was wrong." You got up from the sofa and got a bottle of water from the fridge. "I mean, I didn't expect a proposal, but I thought he liked me too. At least enough to not suck a girl's face right after being with me."

"I'm sorry that happened, but maybe you should talk to him."

"I don't want to get humiliated." Ines opened her mouth to say something else, but you quickly interrupted her. "I'll go take a shower and then I'll come to help you." You grabbed your bag and your jacket from the chair in the kitchen. "Please, don't tell anything about this to Bernardo."

"Of course."

As Rúben was leaving the training grounds, Bernardo walked up to his car and knocked on the window. Rúben rolled down the window and noticed how small Bernardo looked next to his Mercedes.

"Please come to dinner." Yes, you were one of the reasons Rúben had declined his offer to dinner at his house. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable. "Y/a has been here for a while and I know that having you and João around will make her happy." I don't know about that, he thought to himself. "I want you guys to have her back."

"You know we do. Just because I'll miss dinner doesn't mean she can't count on me. You know I like her." After the words came out of his mouth he quickly added. "And so does João."

"I just want her to have friends."

Rúben chucked. "Have you met your sister? She gets along with everybody. She'll make friends quickly."

"I know, but I'm afraid she'll meet the wrong 'friend'." He altered the tone of his voice while uttering the word friend. "The last four years she's not been to my games very often and she doesn't come talk to me for advice like she used to. I think she got her heart broken or something."

Rúben swallowed the lump in his throat. The last four years? Did you have a boyfriend when you both slept together, was that why you ghosted him? He had a lot of questions running through his mind.

"What is so important that you can't come to dinner?"

"I'm picking up my brother from the airport."

"Bring him too. He's also family."

"He'll probably be tired. But I'll talk to him." He quickly said to end the conversation. He nodded and they said their goodbyes.

As he drove to the airport with loud music blaring on the radio, his mind couldn't help but think of you. It seemed like thinking about you was the only thing he could do ever since you moved.

After the shower, you went back to the kitchen to help Ines. Just as you entered the room, you heard the sound of the front door opening, and in walked Bernardo, accompanied by João.

"Look who it is!" You couldn't help but smile as he made his way towards you. The two of you embraced each other tightly.

"Is so nice to see you."

"You too. We miss you at the games."

"Well, now I'm here, so you won't be missing me anymore." He kissed your head and hugged you one more time.

Thirty minutes later, the rest of the boys started to show up. Each of them exuded a warm and friendly energy that made you feel at ease.

As the night progressed, you found yourself getting lost in conversation with them. However, your conversation was abruptly interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. Bernardo rose from his seat and made his way to the door.

"Look who decided to show up." Kyle said.

When you looked back, you saw Rúben and his brother. Your heart instantly beating faster.

Ruben greeted everyone, but he didn't shake anyone's hands. Ivan, on the other hand, came directly to you. Although he was older, you always had a good relationship with him. He was a close friend and knew how to lift your spirits. You often blamed yourself for cutting off contact with him just because of his brother.

"So, do I need to come to Manchester to see you now?" You stood up from the chair and embraced him.

"I missed you." You whispered.

He chuckled and gently caressed your back. "I miss you too. We have a lot to catch up."

Ruben sat down next to Stones and observed your interaction. He felt jealous, not because of the friendly relationship his brother had with you, but because his brother got to hug you while he couldn't even get close.

Ines gave a beer to Stones and placed a cup, for a drink with no alcohol, in front of him.

She leaned in close to whisper. "You need to talk to her!"

Rúben was taken aback, wondering how much Ines was aware of.

You were sitting down next to João, and every now and then, Rúben would quickly glance at you, noticing that you were also stealing a few looks at him. As you stood up and excused yourself, he contemplated whether or not he should follow you. It was inevitable that the two of you needed to have a conversation.

"Rúben, this is your chance to finally talk to her. Turn around and let's go to that dinner. Agora!" Ivan said. (Now!)

After a minute or two and when everyone was involved in their own conversations, he stood up and entered the familiar house. Ines, who he didn't realise was in the kitchen, shifted her gaze towards the hallway that led to the bathroom and the bedrooms.

We mumbled a thank you and made his way into the hallway. When he made the turn he saw you opening the bathroom door.

You were looking at the floor, so you only realised he was there when you almost bumped into him. "Sorry." You said. You tried to walk away, but Rúben blocked your way.

"Podemos falar?" He looked shy and his voice sounded gentle. (Can we talk?)

You had to lift your head to look at him. "We have nothing to talk about."

An outsider may believe that you were overreacting after such a long time, but the truth is that it still hurt.

You attempted to walk away from him once again, but he prevented you from doing so. "Yes, we do. I thought we had something! I liked you."

"Well, it didn't seem like it."

"Why?" He sounded confused. Fuck, had he done something to offend you? If he did he couldn't remember. "Why did you ghost me after that night?"

You crossed your arms over your chest. "Are you really asking me that?"

"Yes. Like I said I thought we had a connection."

"I thought so too, but you had to go and prove me wrong. You guys are all the same."

Rúben scratched the back of his neck, not knowing what was happening. "What are you talking about?"

"I saw you!" You said louder than necessary. "I saw you kissing another girl right after we... Right after us."

Rúben felt like he couldn't breathe. "That's not-- how?

"I came back. I went back to the party to tell you... To tell you that I liked you. A lot. But you had to ruin everything." You felt like you were going to cry at any minute.

"Y/a, that was not--" He tried to touch your arm, but you slapped his hand away.

"Leave me alone, Rúben. Please!" You left, without looking back.

Ruben found himself standing alone in the hallway, suddenly realising that he was the one responsible for the situation. However, he knew he couldn't just walk away and leave you alone. He needed to explain himself. It was all a misunderstanding.

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@kathb59

#footballer imagine #footballer imagines #footballer x reader #ruben dias #ruben dias fic #ruben dias fluff #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias x you #rúben dias

[kyojurosprettygirl]

it doesn't always have to be day

Shinazugawa Brothers, Hotaru, and Kyojuro (seperate) x Fem! reader

a/n: SURPRISE ! jst some headcannons about winding down with the slayers. they deserve rest too ! let me know if you want anyone else, i'll make a part two 🙈

Genya Shinazugawa

. genya kisses your ring finger every night before he sleep, and neither of you recall when it first began. all you both know is that it's an unbreakable habit, and it's never going to be a different finger. he kisses your palms, the top of your hand, your wrist even, but the only finger he will kiss is the ring finger. he's committing to memory, your bare ring finger. one day, he'll be kissing metal on it, so might as well enjoy it while he can.

. as much as genya insists it's not true, his voice gets extremely soft when he's tired, it oozes out like warm honey and his words only make it sweeter. although it's soft, it gets about an octave deeper, so he sounds like completely different person before he finally rests his eyes. but deep down, you know that's what genya would have sounded like had he not experienced so much trauma. he's aware that you like his voice when he's tired, so even though his body begs to sleep, he indulges in your silly conversation topics, loving the way you kiss his adams apple before your ready to finally close your eyes.

. as he sleeps, his hand subconsciously makes its way onto your wrists pulse point. for you, your head drifts to his chest where his heart beats. you wake up with his hand around your wrist, and it's a gentle hold, but you can feel your own pulse radiating off of his hand. he wakes up with your head on his chest, your breathing pattern matching his heart beats pattern. he savors it every morning, because he realizes he found a love many people take years searching for. he found someone who cares enough for him to make sure he's still alive and breathing during the night.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

. contrary to popular belief, he sleeps with clothing that hides his scars. he wants to pretend, just for a moment, that he is a normal man sleeping in bed with his lovely wife. (you're not even married) when he first began to sleep with you, he'd try to hide his facial scars with bandages but you would gently remove them and kiss them. your praises replay in his head like a mantra, making him feel somewhat normal with the scars out.

. he cannot sleep with pillows, at all, he finds them aggravating. (and they always leave his neck sore) if he has to cushion his head on anything it'll be anywhere on you, but he prefers to sleep without pillows regardless. nonetheless, if you truly need pillows, he'll put aside his discomfort for your comfort.

. while sleeping he tends to drift from you, but, sometimes you'll wake up with your hand interlaced with his own. it's a tight grip too, so you know he's awake when it loosens. you never bring it up to him, and he never brings it up to you. you both think the other is the one who starts the hand holding, and he wants to keep waking up w your hand in his, so he just stays quiet, as do you. (your hand finds his, but his hand is the one that tightens the hold)

Hotaru Haganezuka

. before he met you, he would sleep with his hair up. he found it too long to keep down and it would bother him while he slept, but when you began to sleep together, he figured out you liked his hair down, and so he stopped putting it up. (he's never gone back, his hair up while sleeping feels extremely uncomfortable now) you always massage his scalp or play with his strands, and what really did it for him was when you told him, "i like this, seeing you. it feels like the entire day you're ripped from my hands, it's not often i see your handsome face." raking your fingers in between his locks and staring at him fondly.

. it doesn't matter how you slept, you'd wake up with him spooning you and his back toward the door while your practically shielded from any light. not once has it ever been you who's faced the door, or had your back at the door, it's always him. once, a demon had stumbled into the place you'd temporarily stayed in and had he not been in the position where he's the closest to the door, you would have been hurt badly. he feels safe in your home at the village, but regardless his body always manages to be the one behind you.

. he hums, not in his sleep, he just hums. it'll be a melody he knew from years ago, or maybe a melody you've sang to him before, but he hums it. it's not for a long time, but the minute it takes for him to finish, you're dead to the world. it's a soothing hum, the raspiness of his normal voice prominent as he does so. he didn't know when he picked up on doing it, but he continued to do it when he noticed it got you to sleep faster. he can spend days staying awake, but he'll be dammed if his beloved wife doesn't get her full 10 hours of sleep.

Kyojuro Rengoku

. kyojuro is a natrually loud person, but, when he began to sleep with you he quickly learned to speak to the point where he sounds inaudible to himself. hr figured out it calms you down immensely. even though he cant hear himself, you can hear him, and his tired voice makes you ten times more tired than you initially were.

. on the topic of his deafness, he always lays down on his bad ear, that way he can pick up on sounds while he sleeps incase he ever needs to get up to protect you. (in any way shape or form) it started as a subconscious thing, but he swears up and down that he does it intentionally. (he does now, but it didn't start that way)

. his body temperature tends to be hotter than normal. it's what his breathing style calls for, so right after a mission he's a personal heater. but, his body naturally runs ice cold, and he always feels cold, so he has to hold you close and tight. it's an attempt to warm himself up, your warmth bringing him an immense amount of comfort. because he's so used to being warm all the time, the coldness he feels at night comes as a surprise to him no matter how often it happens. on the contrary, your body runs very hot, so you use him to cool yourself down at night. you both wake up tangled in eachothers limbs and it takes a few minutes to properly situate yourselves, kyojuro finds it hard to rip himself away from your warmth and you find it hard to rip yourself away from his coolness.

#demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #kny #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer fic #demon slayer headcannons #demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba #genya #genya kny #genya shinazugawa #shinaguzawa genya #genya x reader #kny genya #demon slayer genya #sanemi shinaguzawa #sanemi shinazugawa #kny sanemi #sanemi x reader #kny fanfic #shinazugawa sanemi #shinazugawa brothers #demon slayer shinazugawa #shinazugawasanemi #shinazugawa x reader #genya shinazugawa x reader #hotaru x reader #hotaru haganezuka #demon slayer haganezuka

[riverlikethelake]

hey heyy!! can you make a jake sully x daughter!reader based off this audio:

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS8fkkodM/

can be anything you want just it like has to include those lines.

thata all, thank you!! love your work btw xx

Maite.

Jake sully x platonic!daughter!reader

word count: 2k

contains: death, ANGST, daddy issues, specifically MY daddy issues don't come for me, self hatred/low self esteem, hurt/comfort, why am I tagging like an ao3 author, eventual fluff

Ok ngl i thought it was gonna be a cute audio like beautiful boy

imagine my surprise when it's from fucking hereditary...

anyway, loved writing this, fueled my angsty little heart <3

uuuuuhhh not proofread, wrote this at like 2 am and during my lunchbreak. mmmmmm yeah i'm fighting melatonin rn so im just gonna stop typing

From an early age it was obvious you and Neteyam were complete opposites. He was always more thoughtful, while you were impulsive and reckless. You’d run around hand in hand exploring the forest together, he’d fuss over you staying on the path and you’d just smile an follow the lizards and bugs you saw.  

Neteyam was much more of a warrior than you, while he was learning to shoot an arrow, you were off with Mo’at and Ninat learning the more domestic parts of your clan. You’d weave beads and leaves together and they honestly never came out great, but your family, especially Neteyam, would praise you and cherish your work. 

Despite being Neteyam’s twin, you and Lo’ak were much more alike, sharing 4 fingers and a knack for causing trouble. So by the time Lo’ak was old enough to be unsupervised, you were abandoning your classes in favor of running off with your younger brother. 

Neteyam would worry to no end, scolding you and Lo’ak but pulling you aside for a much softer approach only moments later. “tsmuke please, I do not want you getting hurt” he’d plead, holding your hands. Eventually, he started following you around, making sure you stayed out of trouble and were safe. 

Despite this, you still ended up straight in the face of danger countless times. It irritated your father to no end how often you and your brother ended up in trouble, whether it be hanging off the Ayram alusìng because you disturbed the Ikrans or getting chased by an 'angtsìk. Lo’ak and Neteyam would get scolded, but you? You'd just get ignored. 

At first it was nice not getting yelled at, but it didn’t take long for it to become frustrating. He’d scold your brothers and send them off to the hammock, then he’d spare you a glance, like he couldn’t bear to look at you, and walk away. 

You started trying to take the blame for your brothers, cutting into his lecture, insisting it wasn’t their fault but yours. He’d just give you a look and nod for you to leave, brushing you off, disregarding your words. The way he stared at you and sometimes didn’t talk to you for days revealing the fact that he was always angry with you the most.  

No matter how angry you were, or how much trouble you were in, all your father would do is give you that goddamn look and ignore you. Neytiri says it’s because he sees himself in you but the same goes for Lo’ak and he doesn’t hesitate to rip into him, but when you point this out, Neytiri just shrugs and says you’re his first daughter, it’s different. 

You see how he treats Kiri and Tuk, like they’re delicate angels he needs to protect, emotionally and physically. You don’t like being babied or waited on hand and foot, but sometimes you wish you were, watching your father care for and have deep conversations with all your sibling's causing resentment. 

Resentment to yourself, because in truth, you are like him. All your life people have been saying how similar you and Lo’ak are to your father, and the older you get, the more you see it. You were angry at your father, upset at his hesitance to scold and hug you, but soon that turned into anger for yourself. 

Neteyam’s a great warrior, Kiri has an exceptional connection to Eywa, Lo’ak’s charisma and skill with a bow, and Tuk the baby. They all had reasons to stand out, steal your parents' attention, but you simply seemed to just... be there. 

You were reckless with nothing to make up for it. You started to tell yourself it’s no wonder dad can’t look at you, he can’t scold you, he doesn’t know how to treat you. How to love you 

Leaving the clan was hard, but you understood, your family was in danger, and you’d do anything to keep them safe, you just wish the transition was easier. You felt like you stood out like a sore thumb, you weren’t particularly good at the ways of the Metkayina, and your temper landed you in many fights with not only the boys picking on your family, but your father. 

At first, he could pin it on Lo’ak and Neteyam, but when they became friends with the boys, adjusting well and thriving, he had no choice but to finally confront you.  

Why couldn’t you just be like Neteyam? That’s all he could say. It’s not what he said exactly, but that’s all you got from the conversation. It was painful watching him struggle to speak to you, eventually you just stood up and stormed out.  

All you want is for him to show something to you, something other than the bare minimum necessary for him to still call himself your father. All you wanted was to prove yourself, but you have no idea how to when you don’t even know why he’s disappointed. 

Your heart is  pounding in your ears, drowning out any other sound as you pull your brothers arm over your shoulder, securing him against your back. You glance back to see Lo’ak holding onto Spider as he and Tsireya adjust their grip to tightly hold onto the Ilu saddle. 

“Go!” Lo’ak yells, and you move forward, Surging through the water, all you can think about is your brother, the way he lays limp against you. You feel like you are going fast enough, the water and weight of your heart slowing you down. 

As you approach a rock, you see your father running to your aid. “He’s been shot!” you call out, watching as your fathers face twists into fear. Lo’ak and spider pull him off your back, Jake helps guide him out of the water and onto the rock. As they set him down, you scramble to sit, placing his head on your thighs, hands caressing his face. 

You’re hyperventilating, choking back sobs as tears fall down your panicked face. Your brothers eyes dart around fearfully, overwhelmed and scared. You don’t look up as your mother runs over, crying out as she spots your brothers state. 

He brings a hand up to yours resting on his cheek, he briefly meets your eyes before looking to your parents. “Dad, I want to go home” He stutters. Your father nods, choking out reassurance. Neteyam’s eyes darted around before landing on your father. “Dad I-“ his words falter as you watch the light in his eyes fade. 

You watch as his chest stops expanding, his body going limp. You couldn’t stop the tears that fell from your eyes as your mother started to cry, screaming and shaking Neteyam’s shoulders. Your body wracks with sobs as you hunch over, pulling Neteyam closer to you. You stare at his as his head lays in the crook of your arm, hand still resting on his cheek. 

The white noise that’s fills your senses blocks out any other sound. You can vaguely make out the conversation your parents are having, your sister are still stuck on the ship. Jake orders your and Lo’ak go stay with Neteyam as Neytiri mounts her Ikran. You lower Neteyam to the ground as Lo’ak protests.. 

“Dad I want to go with you” Lo’ak murmurs, on the verge of tears. He stares at your brother for a moment before muttering “you’ve done enough” 

You can almost hear the crack of Lo’ak’s heart breaking, you step forward, tears still streaming down your face. “Dad please I can do this” Your voice is breathless and desperate, shaking with the hiccups of your sobs. 

He holds his hand out for your to stop “Y/n.” your blood freezes at how cold his voice it. “Don’t make this any worse” He states, punching a hole right through your heart. You start to sob as he turns to follow Spider, intense sobs wracking through your body.  

Lo’ak turns to Tsireya, telling her to stay before running off after the ship. Tsireya holds you as you fall to your knees, crying and reaching out to hold your brother again. 

You hold onto your brother, you just hold him close. You can’t help but feel that it’s all your fault, you’re the one who ran off with Lo’ak to see Payakan, you insisted on going back to saving Spider. You were the one who hesitated to jump into the exit, Neteyam rushing out in the line of fire, pulling you along to get you to safety.  

You think back to how you’re father would scold you for bringing Neteyam along into your dangerous adventures, how your brother was always right about things going wrong, but the one to bear the burden of it. 

All you can do is hold him. 

You whisper to him, you tell him stories of your childhood together. “I remember how we used to fly together, you hated how reckless I was in the mountains but you still stayed with me, I cannot remember a moment you weren’t by my side when I needed you” you choke out, your voice cracking and going hoarse.  

You don’t know how long you sat there holding your brother, but as the eclipse passed you heard the sloshing in the water. You don’t look up but you here Tuk running over, she sits next to your brother, she grabs his hand and places it on her cheek, loud cries escaping her lips. Slowly you lay Neteyam down, your mother taking your place when you stand up. 

You stumble backwards, holding your hands to your chest. You look down, trying to regulate your breathing. “Y/n” You dad whispers, placing a hand on your shoulder. You raise your head and look to him, a pained look on his face. 

He stays silent, your head lowers. There was never silence between you, only when he was disappointed in you. “I’m sorry sir” You whisper.  

He reaches out to you but your wrap your arms around yourself, tears falling down your face again. You glance back up to him and you fall, you can’t help but cry out to him. “Dad, I should be dead” You choke out “I really should be” 

He steps forward “No” he replied breathlessly, he places a hand on your arm but your body wracks with the incoming sobs. “He can do thing, he can hunt a-and he can fight, and I just do nothing” your legs feel like jello, you fall to your knees, Jake dropping to his knee to face you. “I can’t do anything”  

You hear him protesting, trying to comfort you but all you can do is shake your head. “I’m nothing i’m nothing” you repeat like a broken record, loosing your voice as you cry. He pulls you into his arms, “Y/n no don’t say that” he whispers in your ear, tightening his hold on you. 

“I did this I DID THIS” you babble, he shakes his head, placing his hand on the back of your head. “babygirl this is not your fault” he fully sits down, pulling you into his lap. You bury your head into his chest, shaking your head as you cry. “You always told me to think, to listen to him and stay out of trouble” your voice croaked, sore from the hiccups and crying. “but I couldn’t and now he’s-“ you’re interrupted by a wail that rips from your throat. 

You can feel his hold on you tightening, hear the sharp breaths he takes to keep his composure. “ Listen to me baby girl” his voice is impossible quiet, but strong “this is not your fault” he places a kiss on your cheek, keeping his face pressed against yours. 

You pull back, looking at him in the eyes, he places his hand on your cheek “I see you, daughter.” His words are like a wrecking ball, anything but soft and breaking down your walls all at once. In an instant, your arms are wrapped around him and your crying into his neck, gently, he wraps his arms around you, cradling you like you’re a baby again. 

“Babygirl, I love you” he whispers. You know the words have great meaning, connecting him back to his human origins. You balance your breathing; tears starting to slow.  

You pull your head back to look at him, he gently places a kiss on your forehead. You lay your head back on his chest, your eyes widened when you noticed his knife sash. Wrapped around the band and onto the base was a cord you weaved, the first one you ever presented to your family. It’s messy, barely what you meant it to be, but he has it tightly wrapped around his satchel, right where it crosses his heart. 

He places his hand on your cheek “I’m sorry if I haven't shown it enough, but I love you so much” 

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