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reese-tasteslikepepsicola · 9 months

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POST-OUTBREAK JOEL MILLER X FEM!READER

Joel feeling insecure about the large age gap you guys have

Warnings:

Large Age gap (reader is 28, Joel is 56), baby Ellie makes an appearance (ugh I love Bella Ramsey), lack of communication, hints to making out+Kissing+Sex, insults, body pain, crying.

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• Joel first laid eyes on you when he and Ellie arrived to Jackson to settle down permanently.

• Tommy was giving Joel and Ellie a tour while you were taking a group of kids out of the Jackson daycare for a walk to the small playground.

• When Joel spotted you, he couldn’t help but stare at you and feel content watching how gentle and patient you were to the kids you were leading.

• Your warm smile that you flashed him when you caught him staring had him jump out of his daze and clear his throat, turning his attention back to Tommy’s voice.

• Ellie caught notice and nudged Joel’s shoulder, smirking and whispered, “Were you just staring at that pretty woman, Joel?”

• Joel had rolled his eyes, “I wasn’t”

• Ellie kept teasing him after that, making kissy faces to piss off the old man.

• The second time he saw you was at a Christmas gathering in the bar, strictly held for the adults a day before Christmas Eve.

• Tommy had brought you over to where Joel had been sitting on his own in the corner.

• “Joel, this is Maria and I’s close friend, Y/N. Y/N, this is Joel, my brother. He just arrived to Jackson earlier this week with his girl, Ellie”

• Joel thought you were so much more beautiful up close. You looked so much…younger, up close. Not even a wrinkle in sight.

• You had to only be 27 or 28 years old.

• When you both shook hands and you stared at Joel with so much genuine interest in your eyes, wanting to know about him and asking him questions, his seemingly cold heart had turned so much warmer.

• The conversation between you both flowed so freely and smoothly that you barely even noticed Tommy had removed himself from the conversation to go work the bar.

• After that night at the bar, you edged your way slowly into Joel and Ellie’s life, baking them cookies and lending Ellie your comics, and having them over for dinner alongside Maria and Tommy.

• Skip to four, long months after Christmas Day, you and Joel were an official couple.

• Joel had his doubts about becoming a couple due to how much older he was than you, and also hadn’t felt the touch of a woman since Tess, yet he kept it to himself knowing that if he tried to talk to you about it he’d feel vulnerable and all mushy. Joel didn’t do that kind of stuff.

• So he kept it in, even though it was itching to come out when the judgmental stares from people around town increased whenever you both would show public affection.

• He almost opened up to you about it one night when the Tipsy Bison Bar was gathered with people all around Jackson who had threw an anniversary party for Maria and Tommy.

• Joel was actually enjoying himself, having his beautiful girl on his left arm and a cold beer in his right hand.

• A slow song had came on and Joel brought you to the small dance floor where all the other couple were slow dancing with their loved ones.

• Your arms were wrapped around his broad shoulders and his strong arms wrapped around your waist.

• Joel was so happy and relaxed to have you in his arms and swaying gently to the slow Elvis song in the moment, that he wasn’t even focusing on anybody who was possibly staring at you guys with questionable faces.

• It was when Joel’s cold beer bumped your bare skin where your shirt lifted up, and you squealed, wrapping your arms around him tighter,

“Jeez, Joel! It’s so cold!”

• He did it again out of amusement and was letting out soft laughs,

“Can you get the bartender to refill it for me, baby? Please?” He asked, planting a kiss on your forehead.

• You happily took it from him and he watched you teasingly sway your hips dramatically when walking away from him, knowing that it always made him blush and laugh at your joking attempt at being sexy.

• He watched you from where he was standing, you were waiting for the bartender patiently, occasionally turning around to give him a grin.

• All the alcohol Joel had been drinking that night caught up to his bladder, so he had went to use the bathroom.

• You finally got the bartender to fill Joel’s bottle, and before you could start walking back to where Joel was supposed to be on the wooden dance floor, a man, around your age had tapped your shoulder.

“Uh, Hi? Can I help you?” You looked at the man who had short black hair and a nose ring with a confused look on your face,

“I’m usually not this forward but, you are one of the prettiest women I’ve ever seen here”

•You were used to men complimenting you around Jackson, so you just politely thanked him and looked around for Joel, not seeing him on the dance floor or sitting on any of the bar stools. Hoping he would walk away,

“You work at the Jackson Daycare, right?” You wanted to cringe at his attempts at small talk,

“Uh, yeah! I do” You didn’t ask him a question back, wanting him to get a hint that you weren’t interested in engaging in any broken flirting with him.

• He still wasn’t getting a hint, and Joel still was no where to be found,

“I have to ask pretty girl, are you seeing anyone at the moment?”

•You wanted to cringe again. ‘Pretty girl’ only sounded nice coming out of your boyfriend’s gruff voice.

• Speaking of your boyfriend, where the hell is he?

• There was a small line for the bathroom when Joel went, so it was taking longer than he thought it would.

• You looked at the man and gave him a tight lipped smile,

“I am, actually. I’m with my boyfriend” You responded to him.

• The young man looked around,

“And where is he? I don’t see him” You wanted to punch the cockiness out of him.

• That’s when Joel had came up behind the both of you,

“I’m right here”

• The tension released from your body when you heard your man’s voice,

“Hi” You kissed Joel on the cheek and slightly stood behind him, grabbing his arm to try and lead him to sit down. He wouldn’t budge from where he was now towering over the younger man,

“There a problem, young man?” Joel asked, cocking an eyebrow at him.

• The man had laughed in disbelief,

“This grandpa is your boyfriend? Wow, unbelievable”

• You gave the man a dirty look and continued to tug less gently on his arm,

“Joel, c’mon. He’s not worth it”

• The man scoffed and stared at you,

“I’m pretty sure I’m worth more than this old fuck, bitch”

• That’s when Joel shoved the guy into the wall and clenched his fists,

“Joel, seriously! Let’s just walk away!”

• Tommy and Maria had rushed over to break up the two men, talking to them both, but their voices sounded blurry to Joel’s ears.

• Your face was becoming hot out of embarrassment due to the eyes from everyone in the bar all on you.

• You placed the beer on the bar counter and grabbed you and Joel’s coats from the hanger and walked over to him,

“Let’s go home, okay? It’s getting late, baby”

• Joel didn’t answer you, instead just taking his jacket out of your hands and walking ahead outside,

• Joel was quiet the whole way home. He wasn’t slipping his hand into the pocket of your jeans and giving you drunken kisses like he usually did on these nights.

• When you both got to his and Ellie’s house, he was still quiet.

• Though, he was being loud with his actions. Tossing his jacket to the side, kicking his boots carelessly off the carpet, and stomping up to his bedroom upstairs.

• Ellie, who was sitting on the lazy boy chair reading one of the comics you gave her, looked at you with a confused look,

“What’s up his asshole tonight?” You shook your head and rubbed your forehead,

“He got into a small fight at the bar. Nothing too serious” you said. Flopping down on the couch with a tired sigh,

“If it wasn’t serious, why is he acting like some fucking kid who got told he wasn’t allowed some candy?”

You laughed and shrugged,

“I really don’t know, honey. I wish I did”

• And it’s true, you really don’t know why that situation at the bar made him so angry.

• You knew Joel to be strong and get over his shit easily.

• Joel had been quiet and less affectionate for the next few days after that.

• The comments the much younger man made about Joel’s age really fucking got to him.

• Also the fact that the guy had the audacity to call you a bitch.

• What the guy said was getting to Joel’s head…what if a younger man was more worth your while? A man that didn’t groan and grunt when he sat down or up, a man that didn’t need massages before bed every night because of his constant aching bones, a man who was not old enough to be your dad.

• Joel was feeling insecure.

• Joel had finally opened up to you about it when you guys had the house to yourself.

• He had finished showering, a much needed shower after helping Maria clean the barn all day.

• When he walked into the bedroom, you we’re sitting pretty on the flannel sheets of the bed, a white night gown that Maria gifted you for Christmas draped over your body and a big smile on your face.

• Even though Joel had been in a foggy mindset since that night at Maria and Tommy’s anniversary party, looking at you never failed to make him crack a smile.

• He sat down on the bed, grunting when pain shot up his aching back,

“You okay, baby?” Your warm hand rubbed his shoulder, soothingly.

• Joel just nodded,

“I’m alright. Don’t worry about it”

• You frowned when it seemed like he didn’t want your touch.

• When he laid on his back, you, out of usual routine, straddled his lap, hopefully to have sex.

• It had been coming up on a week that Joel had barely touched you. Always wanting to to just head straight to bed,

“Sorry, sweetheart, not tonight. I can’t” Joel patted your bare thigh, signalling for you to lay down beside him.

• You became embarrassed, biting your lip and awkwardly getting off his lap,

“Oh, okay”

• Joel felt his heart slightly crack at the confusion and hurt in your voice.

• He wanted to so bad tell you how he felt, but he too felt embarrassed to mention how he had been stuck up all week because of the comments that guy made.

• He was hoping the problem would slowly solve itself.

• He looked at you when you sat up on your knees beside him, facing him who was laying down with one of his arms tucked under his neck,

“Joel, why have you been acting so weird with me all week?” You were chewing on your nail, staring at his face trying to study him.

• Joel felt his stomach drop. Oh god, here we go. He cleared his throat,

“What do you mean, baby?” He rubbed your knee with the hand that wasn’t behind his neck,

“You’ve been distant since that night at the bar. You’ve barely touched me or even seen me all week. Your just, distant. Ellie and Tommy see it, too” You placed your hand on top of his that was resting on your leg.

Joel sighed and stared up at the ceiling. He couldn’t hide it anymore,

“I didn’t like what that man said the other night” you remained silent, waiting for him to continue,

“He was right. I’m an old man, and I’m way too old for you. I see the way people stare at us in public, the judgmental looks and shit. They practically tell me that I don’t deserve ya. You deserve a younger man who has energy and active bones. Who can fuck you more than once in one night”

You wanted to cry hearing him degrading himself like that,

“Joel, I didn’t know you felt that way. How long?” Joel looked up at you,

“Before we even dated, sweetheart. It’s embarrassing, I know” You shook your head and straddled him, planting your hands on his chest,

“It’s not embarrassing. I’m sorry you felt that way for a while. I love you so, so much. If I wanted a younger man I would have already been with one of them by now, but I chose you. I chose you because your strong, you care about the people you love, your extremely handsome and make me feel like the only girl in the world” Joel could feel his neck and face getting red at your words,

“Joel, baby, please tell me when you are feeling upset about these kinds of things. I’ll only know how you feel if you talk to me” You combed your hands gently through his grey hair, looking down at him with so much love in your eyes it almost made him tear up,

“I love you” He reached his hand up to your cheek, rubbing it,

“I love you, too” You whispered. You pressed a kiss to the pad of his thumb while staring down at him. He pressed his thumb in between your lips, slowly pushing it in your mouth. You accepted it, and sucked on it slowly. He groaned and closed his eyes,

“Sweetheart, I really wanna make love to ya right now but my back is just so fucking sore” You slowly pulled his thumb out of your mouth,

“Don’t worry about that. Just lay back and let me take care of you, Joel. My Joel” Joel moaned at that, his big hands going to grasp at your hips, slowly pulling your nightgown up.

This was going to be a long night.

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exhaslo · 6 months

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What about Miguel with Fem!Reader who is Spider-Man's biggest cheerleader? It can be where she was a civilian that he saved once who became like his biggest fan. She has all the merch and stuff of him. Of course she dosn't know his identity but she dosn't care. He dose no wrong in her eyes, also cheering for him and squealing and fangirling when she sees him.

I imagine that if they ever have sex together she's just talking and disbelief and how she can't believe that this is happening to her and how shes dreamed of this. Miguel ends up having to cover her mouth to get her to be quite, but he secretly really likes his little fangirl gushing all over him in more was than one.

Ohhhh, you know what would be even spicer??? If Miguel was secretly a Yandere! Hope you'll like the little addition to your request~

Warning: Smut, MINORS DNI, rough sex, bondage, possessive, masturbation

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This obsession started a few months ago. You were on your way to work when the futurist version of the HobGoblin started to attack the city. You were running down the street, trying to find shelter when a building was destroyed above you. Just when you thought your life was over, Spiderman came and saved you.

Since then, you would fight when it came to anything involving Spiderman. He was your savior, your hero, your everything. You fell head over heels for the masked man, wanting to make sure people understood that he was a hero.

You couldn't get enough of him. Soon, you started to collect anything on Spiderman. You wanted to worship him. You grabbed anything you saw. Shirts, plushes, toys, hell, you even started to buy artwork and pins from people. You just wanted to be close to him. By any means necessary.

Getting yourself ready, you had decided to join a small parade in the lower half of Nueva York. It wasn't as safe or clean as the above half, but hell, they were throwing a hell of a party. The people in the lower half were obsessed with super heros.

Once you got there, you were in love. The amount of the Spiderman merch had you in heaven. You bought everything and went into the crowd, looking around for your hero.

"Kya!!! Spiderman! I love you!" You cheered as you saw the masked man, swing around.

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Miguel thought it would be funny to just stop by and see the parade. He was uncomfortable with everyone in the lower half worshiping him as a God or a messenger of Thor. It was all a mess. As he swung around, Miguel stopped as he heard you.

He landed against a building, watching you cheer and wave towards him. His eyes widen as he waved back, causing you to jump and squeal in response. You were fangirling over him. Just like that, Miguel ate his words. This was something he could get used too.

More like, he could get used to you.

Claiming that you love someone is a big deal. Miguel wanted to test you. He left soon after, already thinking of your dedication. Miguel had been looking for someone. Perhaps he had been waiting just for you. For you to be his good girl and listened to every word he said.

Someone just for him.

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You were humming happily to yourself as you walked down the streets of Nueva York. It was your day off and you were hoping to catch a glimpse of Spiderman swinging around. It was a fun pass time for you.

"The Public Eye will catch him one of these days! That menace, Spiderman, can't keep breaking the law forever!" A stranger barked. You gripped your coffee,

"He's not a menace! He's a hero! You're just jealous that you can't do anything that he could!" You barked.

"You're just another fangirl!"

"You'll change your mind when you're in trouble!" You huffed.

Storming away, you threw away your coffee in anger. Some people just had no idea of how Spiderman really was. He was a hero! There was nothing he did that was wrong!

"I suppose I should be thanking my fans," Spiderman said. You squeaked, looking up into the alleyway,

"S-Spi-Spiderman! Ohmygoshohmygosh! It's you!!" You squealed happily.

Miguel smiled at your excitement. He webbed your lips and motioned you to follow him into the dark alley. You happily followed. Miguel inhaled deeply, enjoying your behavior. He could see the sparkles in your eyes as you happily jumped in place.

"When I take the webbing off your mouth, I want you to tell me your name and where you work, okay?"

You nodded. Miguel smiled as he casually stroked your cheek, slowly taking the webbing off. He could see the love in your eyes. You truly were head over heels for him. How delicious.

"(Y/N), I work at a corporate office for retail clothes."

"Interesting." Miguel observed you, "You know, I take things quite seriously, (Y/N). So, when I hear the words, 'I love you', come out of your mouth, it drives me to want to test that."

"I do! I do love you! I'll do anything to prove it!"

"Then have sex with me-"

"Yes."

Miguel held back a laugh by how quick you agreed. He wrapped his arm around your waist and asked for your address. He wasn't going to take you to his place, yet. He wanted to see what made you tick. He wanted to make sure that you were dedicated to him.

You on the other hand, were squealing mentally and physically. You were in Spiderman's arms, swinging to your place. The thought of fucking him had not even crossed your mind yet. You were living in the moment and right now, you were in HIS ARMS.

Once you arrived at your place, you begged Spiderman to wait before entering. You had to clean up your mess of clothes on the floor. You whined, throwing them all in a basket and double checking your room to make sure that it was safe.

"You really are a fan," Miguel whispered, looking around at your collection of him. He paused, seeing a body pillow of him, "How-"

"I paid someone." Was all you said and moved it aside. Miguel turned to you, smiling under his mask,

"So, I assume you fuck yourself to it, huh?"

You tensed, facing Spiderman and slowly nodded. Okay, now you were recalling that you agreed to have sex with him. Your cheeks started to burn as you glanced at his muscular body. The body of a god, basically.

"Get on the bed and show me what you do to yourself," Miguel whispered in your ear.

You complied. Crawling on your bed, you stripped yourself of your clothes and spread your legs. Spiderman was about to watch you masturbate. This was making you wet. A shudder escaped your lips as you rubbed your clit, imaging what Spiderman was going to do to you.

Miguel on the other hand was watching with amusement. You listened to every command he's given. You were being such a good girl for him. Touching yourself so naughty with him watching. You were just so desperate for him.

"Would you let me do anything to you?" He asked, slowing crawling on the bed as you started to moan and squirm.

"Y-Yes!"

"Even fuck you into being mine?"

"Y-Yes! Yes!" You cried out, reaching your orgasm.

Miguel resisted a groan as he raised his mask slightly, licking your fingers in the process. You were doing such a good job tempting him. He was going to enjoy having you to call his.

"Don't tell me you're tired after just that?" Miguel webbed your hands to your bed post, "I'm going to make sure you don't think of anything else but me."

"Of course!"

Miguel just chuckled in response as he showed you his erection. Your eyes widen as you started to freak out. This was actually happening! You were actually about to have sex with Spiderman.

"Ohmygosh, ohmygosh, this is happening!" You squealed.

Miguel glanced at you as he slowly inserted his dick inside your folds. You were totally fangirling and geeking out. He smirked as he webbed your mouth, listening to your muffled moans. Miguel lowered his mask, wanting to hide his smile.

He watched your eyes roll back, moaning as he shoved his dick fully inside you. Your body arching in pleasure as he started to ravish you. Such a delicious face you were making. You were giving your whole body to him.

"You're sucking me in so much, you truly must love me." Miguel smirked.

Miguel held your hips tightly, listening to your muffled voice. He could get used to this. Your muffle cries and moans as he destroyed your pussy. You said you loved him. There was no taking that back now.

"If you truly love me, you'd let me have my way with you, right?"

You nodded, moaning into his webs as you felt yourself about to burst in pleasure again. Spiderman was being so rough with you. It was like you were his fuck doll, and you were loving every minute of it. His dick was so big and filling. You were going to lose count with how many times you cam.

Gasping, you felt like you saw stars as he pressed you into mating position. His hips slamming into yours as you felt him cum inside you. The stamina this man had for fucking you while cumming. You flung your head back, still in disbelief.

What if you got pregnant with Spiderman's babies? Nearly squealing at the thought, you spread your legs out more, moving your hips to his. This had to be a dream. Being fucked so good by Spiderman. Oh, you were dreaming well!

"Good girl, you love my dick, don't you? You want me to keep cumming inside your tight little pussy, right?" Miguel groaned, his thrusts getting rougher.

"Mhpm~" You nodded violently, feeling the urge to cum again.

Miguel hummed as he rubbed your clit, watching a white ring form at the base of his dick. Your pussy was still so tight and wet, just for him. You were going to a great stress reliever. Miguel was going to keep you for himself.

The best part? There wasn't much he had to do to convince you otherwise. You were just as obsessed with him as he was with you. Groaning lowly as he gave you another load of him, Miguel decided to remove the webbing from your mouth.

"You'll do whatever I say, right?" He asked lowly.

"Mhm~" You nodded, trembling slightly. Miguel stroked your cheek, smirking at your fucked out expression,

"Good. Quit your job. I'll be taking care of you from now on."

"Y-Yes," You gasped as he started to thrust into you again, "I-I'll quit! I'll quit for you!" You moaned.

"And block everyone on your phone. You're only going to need me from now on."

"Y-Yes!"

Oh this was too easy. Miguel was enjoying this far too much. You were the only one who was listening to every command he made. How delicious. Pressing himself against you more, Miguel paid close attention to your blissed out expression.

"Who do you belong to now?"

"Y-You! Spiderman!" You cried out, reaching another mind blowing orgasm.

"Mine."

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Hope you enjoyed~

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nejiverse · 10 months

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SWEET-TEETH

Satoru Gojo

In which Gojo just so happened to pass his love for sweets onto his daughter. Fem! Reader

cw: a hyper toddler, cranky y/n, megumi makes an appearance

745 words

Sugar is worse than crack.

No one could convince you otherwise in this moment in time.

A nap. That's all you wanted to take. Were you granted that simple luxury? Absolutely not.

Not with a man child and an actual child under the same roof.

During pregnancy you prayed, pleaded that your child wouldn't inherit Gojo's sweet tooth but she did.

Not only that but she also inherited Gojo's white hair and blue eyes.

9 months all for your daughter to wholly be a daddy's girl in both looks and personality.

You got out of bed and haphazardly threw on one of your husband's shirts before leaving your shared room and following the high pitched screaming and squealing which ultimately led you to the kitchen.

You observed Gojo leaning against the island as he watched the toddler run around the kitchen with an amused expression. She was clad in just a diaper and a purple dora the explorer vest. Along with her slightly damp hair, you assumed Gojo had just taken her for a bath not too long ago.

But gosh, if it were possible for her to bounce off the ceilings then you were certain she'd be doing so right now. She was waddling around faster than her little legs could take her.

"Why?", you crossed your arms over your chest and approached Gojo groggily.

"Babe! You're finally awak—".

You certainly weren't awake by choice.

"Why", you interrupted him and this time it was more of a command than a question.

"...why what?", he tilted his head with that stupid clueless expression that made you wanna punch him in the face.

Gojo was able to figure out from your agitated state that you didn't wake up by yourself but that you were actually woken up against your will, more than likely by all the screaming from your toddler. He forgot how much you hated being woken up.

"Why did you give her sugar", you irked.

"Whaaaat! You can't just jump to conclusions silly", he laughed, trying to ignore the deathly glare you were giving him.

"Satoru", you called him by his full name and not by Toru. It made him want to crawl into a hole and die.

"I know a sugar-fuelled screech when I hear it".

“But Y/nn! I can’t just eat sweets and not give her some”, he whined.

“What sweets?”, you asked out of curiosity.

You saw your husband’s whole body flinch at your words as his index finger tapped against the island idly.

It was something he subconsciously did whenever he was lying or hiding something.

“It was mochi wasn’t it”, specifically his favourite, Kikufuku.

He let out a nervous laugh and averted his gaze from you.

“What did I tell you last time?”.

“I can only have mochi three times a week at most…”, he sulked. “So I don’t get diabetes..”.

And he had it yesterday, the day before and the day before that.

You shook your head. “To be honest Toru, I think today’s the day I finally kill you”.

Although your words were nothing to smile at, he smiled anyway because you called him by his nickname. It meant you forgave him (in his head anyway). It just meant you were over it more than anything.

In that moment, you three heard the front door squeak open. The same door you’ve been pestering Gojo to lubricate for weeks.

D/n squealed, the sounds rivalling that of the squeaky door as she ran over to the door and smiled widely at the sight of Megumi. She hugged his legs and as he was about to routinely lift her into his arms, she ran away again as she continued her unbearable shouting.

She would usually make grabby hands at him to lift her up, but not today. She wanted to continue running around.

Megumi felt betrayed and he thinks he knows the reason for this betrayal.

He walked into the kitchen where the toddler ran into and looked at Gojo with narrowed eyes and a scowl.

“Why’d you give her so much sugar?”.

Gojo’s mouth fell open as he looked at you then Megumi. “How the hell do you guys know I gave her sugar??!”.

“I know a sugar-fuelled screech when I hear it”.

Gojo swore he felt like deja vu just now or something.

“That’s what I said!”, you exclaimed.

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sexydoffyman · 10 months

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Sub!needy!Sanji with dom!Male!reader in bed?

You can ignore this if you aren’t comfortable with it<33

Have a wonderful day:D

NEEDY BOY

genre: smut

word count: 714

A/N: Our wifi isn't working what a pain. Also, what is with the new Tumblr look my eyes hurt and I am so pissed of. 🦐 this is tiring.

You were sweeping the deck of the Sunny at night since it was less likely that Luffy would slip on the water when he's sleeping. You also didn't want to keep moving Zoro out of the way. You had to wake him up and tell him to go to a specific part of the ship where you already swept the floor. But you know Zoro, he got lost. You also didn't want to listen to Sanji being a perv. And Franky would criticize how well you cleaned your precious ship. And Usopp would get it dirty again. By either making a new weapon and getting gunpowder all over the place or by making a green star accidentally explode.

It was more peaceful on your ship at night. You expected to be all alone, so you played around the ship. Crawling over the rigging, climbing on the main mast, or sitting in the crow's nest. You were enjoying yourself while you could fuck around. You looked back over your shoulder when you felt a presence behind you. By squirming your eyes, you recognized the cook of the ship watching you.

You jumped down from the crow's nest right next to the small-waisted man. "What brings you here shouldn't you be asleep?" You questioned him. "How can I sleep when I see you showing your muscles off like that." You chuckled "Don't try to flirt with me like that you love cook." He smiled back at you. "Mind if I give you a drink?" "I think that the chores can wait for another day." You thought about his proposition for a while and decided that it might not be such a bad idea.

You followed him to the crew's quarters, right into the kitchen. He went behind the bar and poured two drinks for you. He sat down next to you, and you started talking about god knows what and sipping more and more alcohol. You talk for hours. Yes, it was a winter night, so the night was long, but you were traveling through a swarm of summer islands, so the weather was fine. The night was still young, but you realized that the dark was darker than whenever else you saw it. You were looking out the window. Looking into the dark and you felt so... at peace. "Common look at me like that."

He was drunk, and you could tell. So you expected him to be trying to flirt with you again. He caught you by surprise when he put his hand on your thigh and whispered in your ear. "I need to feel you."

Too drunk to think your dick started thinking for you. You got hard and led the cook to one of the empty bedrooms. You pushed him to the mattress. It sunk with both of your body weights. The sheets made wrinkles when you swirled your tongue in his mouth. Your bodies already covered in sweat drenching your clothes. You noticed this, and without breaking eye contact you pulled his shirt off, followed by his pants and everything else.

He tried to help you undress, but you grabbed his hands and pushed them into the pillow while you started kissing his body, leaving purple love kisses. You turned him around, letting go of his hands. Spread his legs and looked at him. You loved how he looked so vulnerable. He ground his dick on the sheets and looked at you with the expression you fell in love with. "Impatient, huh?"

"Please." He shyly whimpered. You took your final look at him and decided that you want to be nice and that you won't tease him for his neediness. He was adorably looking your way. You put your index and middle finger to his mouth and commanded "Get 'em all wet for me k?" He licked your fingers like a good boy, and when he was done, you put them to his entrance.

You pushed them in, and his breaths started getting louder. When you thought he had enough, you laid on his body, towering over him, grabbed his pictorials, and pushed him to the mattress again. He squealed a little when he felt your dick thrusting in and out of him.

Yeah, you were gonna lay off those chores.

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daisies-daydreams · 5 months

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HEYYY.. UHM IM BACK!!.. sigh i am so sorry i need MORE hobie x plus sized reader..

i was thinking of fluff that turns into smut, hobie and reader are just cuddling and kissing in their shared bed and things go to the other direction..

( idk why but i want like hardcore?? totally understandable if you can’t write that, my apologies!)

huge fan of your work, i love you sm!! /p ❤️🕸️

Sticks and Stones (Hobie Brown x F!Plus-Size!Reader)

Pairing: Hobie Brown x F!Plus-Sized!Reader Category: Fluff/Smut (18+) Warnings: (where do I begin???) Swearing, Making Out, Hickeys, Clit Play, Oral Sex (M!/F! Receiving), Cockwarming, Orgasm Denial, Vibrators, Multiple Orgasms (Hobie/Reader), Cum Eating, “Creative” Use of Webbing (Bondage), Unprotected P in V Sex (You Know the Drill), Butterfly Position, Semi-Reverse Cowgirl, Slight Daddy Kink, Squirting, References to Aftercare Word Count: 4.4k+

A/N: Oh no dear there’s no need to be sorry! Hobie’s one of my favorite characters to write for, so it’s always lovely to receive requests for him (though I might’ve gone a little too wild with this one 🤭). (Also the reader knows that Hobie is Spider-Man in this continuity). I hope you enjoy! 🫶

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

You sighed as you collapsed on your mattress, your belly and thighs jiggling as you lay flat against your cozy comforter. Your heart sank as you slowly turned on your side, your eyes falling on the cold, empty spot beside you. Sure, it was amazing having Spider-Man as your boyfriend...but you never really thought about the long periods of time when he'd be away. A knot of anxiety tightened in your chest as you bit the inside of your cheek.

Your mind raced as you thought about how many days he’s been gone for a special mission. Days and nights of you not knowing when-or if-he'd be back. You knew the risks he took, the countless dangers he came face to face with, all to protect the people of London…to protect you.

Your train of thought was disrupted when you felt someone smooth their hand over your hip. You gasped and jumped up, your heart nearly beating out of your chest as you kicked your legs forward. You froze when you saw Hobie standing in front of you with a cheeky grin.

"Still a bit jumpy, eh?" he mused.

"Hobie!" you squealed as you scrambled off the bed. You nearly tackled him to the floor as you wrapped your arms around his lanky frame and pulled him close. Your boyfriend sighed happily as he returned your embrace, his hands falling against the small of your back.

"Hi," Hobie whispered before kissing the crown of your head.

"Hi," you grinned. The two of you slowly parted before deeply gazing into each other's eyes. “I’m so happy you’re home,” you said with tears in your eyes. Your boyfriend grinned as he gently cupped your cheek.

“Glad to be home,” he murmured. Your heart fluttered as Hobie slowly dipped his head down and caught your lips in a tender kiss. You sighed and wrapped your hands around his neck as warmth swept across your body. You loved the way Hobie's lip ring brushed over your bottom lip as he tilted his head, his hands sliding down to rest on your hips.

"Never seen these before, they new?" Hobie smirked as he played with the elastic of your panties. You squeaked when he snapped it against your waist, the slight sting reverberating across the plush of your hips.

"Maybe," you said before playfully flicking his chest. Hobie chuckled as he pulled back.

"How 'bout we catch up in bed, yeah?" he suggested before gently stroking your love handles-a silent apology for his teasing. Your heart skipped a beat as you turned around and crawled back onto the mattress. You paused as you watched your lover shrug off his studded leather jacket and tossed onto a chair nearby. He smirked when he caught you staring.

"Like what you see?" he lilted as he pulled his shirt over his dark, puffy wicks. You blushed and squeezed your thighs together as he quickly stripped down to his briefs. Your lover flashed you a warm smile as he climbed onto the bed, the frame creaking as he crawled towards you. You smiled as he draped one of his lanky arms over your side.

“How’ve you been, dove?” he asked in a low, soft tone.

“Okay…even better now that you’re here,” you said with a bright smile.

“Oh?” Hobie hummed with a raised brow. You sighed and bit your lip.

“I missed you, so much,” you said as you traced your finger along the scar on his collar bone. Hobie nodded slowly, his expression growing more solemn at your words.

"I missed you, too," he said before kissing your forehead. "I'm so sorry, babe. I can’t imagine how hard it’s been for you,” he frowned as he smoothed his hand over your hip. You cupped his face and gave him a gentle smile.

“I’m just glad you’re safe,” you murmured. Hobie grinned as he rested his forehead against yours.

“Me too,” he murmured. Your cheeks flushed with heat he slipped his hand even lower, his fingertips rubbing over the globe of your ass.

“Hobie,” you blushed as he began to kiss along your neck. You squeaked when he took a handful of your bum and squeezed it tenderly.

“I was thinkin'...maybe we could make up for lost time since we're already here?” Hobie husked into your ear. You bit your lip as he continued to play with your plump ass, his fingertips greedily sinking into your supple flesh. You spread your hands against his chest, making him freeze his ministrations.

“If we do…could we maybe do things a little more rough tonight?” you asked hesitantly. Hobie tilted his head as he released his grip on your rear.

“How rough are we talkin'?” he asked, his voice dropping several octaves. You bit your lip, a rush of heat sweeping over your body as your clit throbbed against the fabric of your panties.

“You know…like that one time on New Year’s Eve,” you whispered as if someone were eavesdropping nearby. Hobie raised his brows and smirked.

“‘Course. How could I forget New Year’s?” he drawled before giving your bum another eager squeeze. “You sure you want me to be that rough with you again, though?” Hobie asked. You swallowed thickly as you eyed the bulge growing beneath his briefs.

“I-I’m sure,” you breathed. Hobie's smirk returned before he suddenly rolled on top of you and held your arms above your head. Your chest rose and fell as his lips just barely ghosting over yours.

"Remember the safeword from last time?" he asked, his eyes lit with arousal as he teasingly ground his hips against yours. You nodded and gasped as his cock brushed against your clit in a delicious way. "Let's get you out of these clothes then," Hobie rumbled. You parted your lips before he slipped his tongue inside your mouth, his hands hastily tugging at the band of your panties. You raised your hips and moaned as he rolled his tongue with yours in a sloppy, heated dance.

You gasped into his mouth as he shoved your underwear down your thick thighs and dismissively tossed them aside. Your eyes widened when he pulled away from your kiss, his lips slick with your combined spit as he quickly rolled your shirt over your shoulders. The corners of Hobie's mouth turned up as he brushed his fingers over your puffy, drenched folds. You squealed as he spread your labia apart with his deft fingers and dipped his head down.

“Such a needy little thing-already soaked and I’ve barely even touched you,” your boyfriend teased. You keened as Hobie rubbed his thumb up and down your engorged clit, your pussy squelching softly as he continued to stroke along your slit.

“H-Hobie,” you keened. He smirked against your cheek before suddenly slipping his hand away. You huffed at the loss of his intoxicating touch, only to furrow your brows as he shifted his eyes to the floor, then back to you.

“Get on your knees, love,” he clarified in a deep, raspy voice. You bit your lip as he shuffled back, allowing you space to climb off the bed. You slid off the mattress and yelped when he laid a sharp smack against your ass, your flesh jiggling at the harsh contact.

"There's that sexy arse I've been missin'," Hobie groaned as he slid his feet onto the floor. You slowly turned around before lowering yourself onto the carpet, your knees sinking into the plush fibers while Hobie stood up.

“Christ,” your lover rumbled as he hungrily eyed your soaked sex and palmed his cock through his briefs. Your heart raced as he grabbed the band of his underwear and slowly pulled it down his lean legs. Your mouth watered when his long cock sprang free and slapped against his dark happy trail, smearing pre-cum all over his pubes. A small whine escaped your throat as your empty pussy pulsed and yearned to be filled.

“Poor thing,” Hobie feigned sympathy as he stroked his shaft. Your mouth watered as he brought the fat tip of his dick to your mouth, a thick bead of precum painting your bottom lip. His eyes glowed with carnal desire as he threaded his long fingers through your hair. “You know what to do, sweet girl: keep that pretty mouth of yours open and cheeks nice and hollow,” he rumbled. You nodded as you rolled your tongue out, the tip of your wet muscle flicking against the lining of his frenulum.

“Shit,” Hobie grunted as he gripped your locks. You moaned as you wrapped your soft lips around the throbbing head of his cock, the salty taste of his precum flooding your tastebuds. Hobie groaned as you suckled on his sensitive tip while you smoothed your hands over the top of his thighs. His grip on your hair tightened with every contraction of your mouth around his length.

“Christ, baby,” he moaned as you swirled your tongue around his tip. You shallowly bobbed your head up and down his shaft while you fluttered your lashes, making sure to give him your best doe eyes. Hobie growled as he released his grip on the base of his cock and squeezed your head with both of his hands. Your eyes widened when he suddenly pushed you forward, shoving his entire cock inside your warm, slick cavern.

You gagged as his tip rubbed against your uvula, some drool spilling past the seam of your lips and dribbling down your chin. “Fuckin’ hell,” Hobie swallowed as he watched you take his cock. You dug your nails into his thighs as your nose became flush with his dark pubes, your throat constricting around his pulsating shaft.

Hobie released a guttural groan as you hollowed your cheeks around his length, his cock twitching deep inside you as he rolled his hips back before snapping them forward. You gagged as he fucked your face with desperate, feral thrusts.

"Open your throat up, lovie," he grunted. Hot tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you bobbed your head up and down his shaft, his heavy balls slapping against your chin while you tried to relax your throat.

“Yeah, that's it baby-take my fuckin’ cock,” he growled as his brows knit together with pleasure. You kept your cheeks hollowed as you slobbered all over his veiny shaft, more of your warm spit sliding down your chin and neck. Hobie bared his teeth as he used your throat like a fleshlight-fucking your tight airway completely raw with his long, quivering shaft.

“God, your throat’s so fuckin’ tight,” he hissed as he dug his nails into your scalp. Your eyes rolled back at the slight sting as your pussy begged to be filled and stretched. The wet “plaps” of his cock slamming into your wet mouth echoed inside your small bedroom as you looked up at him. His lips were parted as he panted wildly, his body tensing as trembling with bliss.

"Mouth looks so pretty with my cock in it," he sucked in a sharp breath before throwing his head back. “F-Fuck! I’m close,” Hobie grunted as he fucked your face with quick, sloppy thrusts. You flared your nostrils as you tried to open your throat even more. He released a feral groan as he looked into your glossy eyes, his balls tightening against your chin.

“That’s a good girl: keep that throat open f’me when I-fuck!” he roared as he shoved you down his length for the last time. Your moans were muffled as he shot ropes of his thick, hot cum down your throat. Hobie grunted as he continued to sloppily thrust into your mouth, his warm seed coating every inch of your esophagus. Your boyfriend licked his lips as he watched you guzzle down his spend, his fingers woven through your locks and squeezing them tightly. You resisted the urge to cough and sputter as he let his cock soften inside your mouth. Relief washed over you as he dragged his dick past your stretched, swollen lips. Your throat burned as you curled your lips together before audibly swallowing the last traces of his spend. Hobie sucked in a sharp breath when you showed him your clean tongue.

“Fuck me,” he muttered as he loosened his grip on your hair. You gave him a mischievous grin as you wiggled your hips.

"Did I do well...daddy?" you purred. Hobie's eyes slightly widened at your name for him before his lips curved into a smirk.

“You did good, sweetheart,” he cooed. You gasped when he suddenly tugged your hair and bent his knees a little, his face hovering over your own. “But I'm not done with you yet,” your boyfriend rumbled. You keened as he dragged you to your feet, his lips wrapping around yours in a passionate, sloppy embrace. Your head spun as he pulled your hips against his, your pussy lips grazing over his flaccid cock as he sank onto the edge of the mattress. "Turn around f'me, sweet girl," he purred and rubbed your waist. Your legs shook as you slowly turned around, your plump ass grazing over his lower stomach.

"Hold on," he breathed. You tilted your head as Hobie leaned over to your nightstand and rummaged through the drawer. Your throat tightened when he pulled out your white vibrator with a wry grin.

"Oh, don’t worry. I'm not mad," he chuckled in a low, husky voice. You swallowed as he turned it on, the toy humming to life and sending a spark of pleasure through your core. "In fact, I think it's fuckin' hot you think 'bout me while you fuck your cute pussy open," Hobie murmured, his soft lips dancing over the shell of your ear. You squealed when you felt his cock twitch beneath you, your clit throbbing against the slight contact.

"Now, go on and be a good girl and warm my cock 'til I'm ready again," he muttered. Your toes curled as you nodded. You took a deep breath before grabbing his semi-hard cock and guiding the tip to your weeping entrance. Both of you moaned as you slowly sank down on his length, Hobie's fingernails digging crescents into your plush hips. You mewled at the sudden fullness, the tip of his cock grazing over your g-spot as your gummy walls hugged his veiny shaft.

“Fuck,” you sputtered as waves of pleasure rippled through your core.

“That's my girl-takin' my cock so well,” Hobie praised as he rubbed his palm up and down your thigh. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you fully sheathed yourself on his cock, his length buried deep within your clenching pussy. You barely had time to adjust to the fullness before he suddenly pressed the round tip of the vibrator against your puffy bundle of nerves. Your moans rolled out of your throat like claps of thunder as Hobie bombarded your clit with wave after wave of mind-numbing tremors.

“S-Shit Hobie!” you keened as you ground your ass against his lean abs. Your boyfriend pecked your cheek as he circled your sensitive nub, his other hand occupied with pinching and massaging one of your hard nipples.

“You feel me down there, (Y/N)? Feel me stuffin’ your tight, needy cunt with my cock?” Hobie grunted as he squeezed your nipple.

“Y-Yes!” you cried as you rolled your hips back and forth, desperate for friction. Your boyfriend smirked against your goosebump-riddled skin as he stroked the toy up and down your juicy slit, spreading the warm arousal across your engorged button.

"Swear this pussy was made f'me," Hobie groaned as your slick walls pulsed against the bulging veins of his shaft. You curled your toes as he drew tighter circles around your sensitive nub, a ring of cream starting to form around the base of his cock. You moaned as Hobie rolled your nipple between his digits even faster.

“Oh shit baby-keep squeezin’ me like that,” he rumbled as he massaged your perky bud and bundle of nerves at the same pace. Your throat tightened as you felt a familiar pressure rise in your core.

“Feels so good, Hobie,” you whined as you rocked your hips back. You shivered as your boyfriend pressed his lips against your pulse and sucked, his mouth expertly weaving a tapestry of raw hickeys across your skin. You felt every muscle in your lower belly start to wind into a tight, searing knot as the vibrations shot straight to the center of your core.

“Fuck, daddy. I-I-“ you opened your eyes when the pleasurable tremors suddenly stopped. Hobie smirked against your skin as you flared your nostrils. “Hobie please!” you keened as you tried to bounce yourself on his dick. Your boyfriend clicked his tongue as he squeezed your whole breast, drawing a whine from you.

“Not yet, love,” he murmured with a wicked grin. Your bottom lip jutted out as you felt your orgasm grow further and further from your reach.

“Please please please,” you begged as you threw the back of your head against his shoulder. Hobie sighed contemplatively as he smoothed his thumb over your nipple.

"Alright, but only ‘cause you did such a good job suckin’ my cock," he lilted after a long pause. Your shoulders relaxed when he flicked the vibrator back on and tenderly massaged your nub again.

“Yes,” you moaned and arched your back. You relished in the bliss of the thrumming sensation pulsing against your clit again. You gasped and shivered as he bucked his hips up ever so slightly, his hand roughly squeezing your breast while his hot breath fanned over your neck.

"Keep bouncin' like that, love," Hobie grunted before planting another wet kiss on your pulse. You bounced on his shaft in time with his steady thrusts, your head spinning with pleasure each time your hips smacked against each other.

"Shit, daddy," you keened as your body jiggled with your movements. You felt your walls start to flutter again as your pussy soaked his lap. "So close, I'm-" you snapped your eyes open when Hobie pulled the toy away and shut it off.

“Hobie!” you huffed as he smirked against your neck.

“Yes love?” he asked with a teasing voice. You frowned and wriggled in his lap.

“Please Hobie, please let me cum,” you begged, the pressure inside you borderline unbearable. You gasped as he grabbed your hips and suddenly pulled out, his cock leaving your pussy with a slick "pop". You yelped as he spun you around and laid your back flat against the comforter. His lips were curved in a dangerous smile as he reached over to the nightstand again, this time attaching a web-shooter to his wrist.

"Hands above your head, pretty girl," Hobie commanded softly. You parted your lips, your pussy growing even more wet at the thought of your wrists being bound by his webbing while he fucked you senseless. You made sure to spread your legs open, giving him a nice view of your cunt as you raised your hands above your head. Hobie grinned as he pumped his cock in his free hand while he held his other hand up with his index, pinkie and thumb out. It wasn't long after a quick "thwip" that the sticky, strong webbing wrapped around both of your wrists.

Hobie shot you a wry grin as his shadow loomed over you. You puffed out a breath of hot air as he lined the swollen head of his cock to your entrance

"Like it when I tie you up like this, hm?" he murmured lowly. You whined and nodded as you raised your hips. "Yeah, that's my good little slut," Hobie rumbled. Your jaw went slack as he grabbed your hips and sheathed his cock inside you in one swift thrust.

“Oh fuck,“ you choked as the head of his cock slammed against your cervix. You gasped as he started to ruthlessly pound into your pussy, the bed shaking and groaning beneath his rough thrusts. You cried out as your hole was mercilessly stretched wide open, his shaft dragging along your gummy, slick walls with an untamed fervor. Hobie squeezed your love handles as he pulled your hips impossibly closer to his, the tip of his dick kissing your cervix with every thrust.

“Shit baby girl. Pussy’s so fuckin’ perfect ‘n tight,” he rasped as he drove his dick harder inside your greedy sex. You whimpered as you felt his balls slap against your puckering asshole, the sound driving your mind deeper into a lustful frenzy. Hobie squeezed your love handles again as you began to squeeze your eyes shut.

“Eyes on me, love. Wanna see your pretty eyes when you cum all over my cock,” he growled before spanking the side of your thigh. Your flesh bounced as you did your best to focus on his chocolate brown eyes. You whimpered as you felt yourself already nearing the steep edge of your release, your muscles feeling even tighter this time from his edging. You stared directly into his eyes as your walls clenched around his cock in a vice grip, sucking him closer to your womb.

“H-Hobie, fuck!” you screamed as your hips snapped up. Your vision flooded with white as your body trembled with unbridled bliss. Your walls deliciously pulsed around his shaft as your pussy drenched his cock with your slick cream. You trembled and moaned beneath your lover as your body was caught in the riptide of mind-numbing rapture. “Hobie,” you repeated his name like a sacred prayer as your limbs turned to jelly.

Your boyfriend kept his eyes trained on your face as he knitted his brows, his cock throbbing and growing heavier inside your tight canal.

“Mmm such a good girl-makin’ a mess on my cock,” your boyfriend swiped his tongue across his lips. Your cunt pulsed at his praise as you arched your back. Hobie chuckled before he leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours, his hips spreading your legs apart even further. “Nearly there, love. Gonna drench this pretty cunt with my cum,” he panted as his hands planted on either side of your head.

Your head spun with dizzying ecstasy as your pussy squelched obscenely with each of his hungry thrusts. Hobie's nostrils flared as he groaned and fucked you like a wild animal in heat. You moaned quietly as he slammed his length down to the hilt, his tip shooting streams of his hot cum against your bruised cervix.

“Fuck,” Hobie growled as he shallowly thrusted his dick forward, pushing his spend against the plug to your womb. Your legs shivered as he sloppily massaged your oversensitive walls with his meaty cock. “Fuck, that’s it,” he grunted as hus breathing stuttered.

You squealed as he gripped your hips while he pushed his shaft inside one final time, plugging up your oozing sex with his soaked girth. Tears of pleasure rolled down your plump cheeks as you felt his cock soften inside your spent, raw cunt. Both of you panted as he slipped his head back, a long, thick string of spit connecting your lips.

“How you feelin’?” Hobie murmured. His question almost didn’t register, your mind still drifting in the afterglow of your release. You caught your breath as your muscles began to relax.

“G-Good. Really good,” you gulped. Hobie smiled before pecking your lips.

“Good enough for another quick round?” he asked with a glint in his eyes. You raised your brows.

“You...serious?” you asked between breaths. Hobie chuckled as he slowly pulled out of your dripping pussy, his cum dripping down your slit and messily painting the bedsheets. You bit your lip as you watched Hobie glide his hands against the inside of your plump, stretched-marked thighs. He slowly sank to his knees, his mouth watering as he eyed your delicious, cum-stuffed pussy.

“I know, sweetheart. I just want to return the favor from earlier,” he husked before blowing a puff of hot air across your slick labia. You keened as he pulled your lower lips apart with his thumbs and hovered his mouth over your raw cunny. “That alright with you?” Hobie asked with a half-lidded gaze. You nodded and clutched the blanket again.

“Fuck, y-yes,” you stammered as you kept your legs spread for him. Your boyfriend grinned before he shifted his gaze down to your engorged clit.

"Good...been starvin' all day," he murmured. You moaned as he licked a bold, wet stripe up your slit. Your eyes rolled back as he tapped your clit with the tip of his tongue before flattening his wet muscle over your sensitive bud.

“Christ, your pussy tastes divine,” he murmured before pressing a sloppy kiss over your whole cunt. You moaned and bucked your hips forward as he swiped his tongue against your hole, collecting your combined juices and greedily guzzling it down like a man parched.

“Fuck, Hobie,” you hissed as he dipped his thick muscle past the tight rim of your hole. Your heart raced as eagerly pumped his wet muscle inside your slick cunt. Your body pulsed with heat as he dragged his tongue in and out, his pace sloppy as he sent sending shivers down your spine.

“Could eat this f’every meal and never go hungry, I fuckin’ swear,” he groaned before slapping your bum and diving back in. You moaned as Hobie indulged in your dripping cunt. He groaned as you ground your hips against his face, smearing your combined juices against his sharp chin. You squeaked when he pinched your thigh right as you squeezed your eyes shut again. “Eyes on me, baby,” Hobie reminded you before licking another bold stripe between your folds. You released a shaky breath and nodded before you gritted your teeth.

“Shit,” you moaned as he painted sloppy strokes up and down your slit. He inhaled sharply as he quickly sucked hard over your bundle of nerves, your clit aching with pleasure. “Oh my God,” you choked as he puckered his plump lips around your clit, his chin grinding against your puckering entrance. You squealed as he tenderly sucked on your button while he massaged your supple thighs. His low moans reverberated deep inside your core, your body shivering as he messily kissed up and down your pussy. Your eyes nearly crossed as he shoved his tongue inside your hole again, his languid thrusts making you gasp and strain against your binding.

“H-Hobie wait! I think I’m about to-“ your voice cut off when he pinched your clit. You let out a silent scream as your legs clamped down on his head, your second orgasm crashing over you in a violent wave of bliss. You wailed and rubbed your cunt against his face as your walls contracted around his soft tongue. Hobie’s eyes rolled back as you drenched his face, his mouth wide open and guzzling down your delectable juices. He rubbed your legs as you whimpered and rode out your orgasm on his lips.

You panted wildly as you felt yourself float back down to earth, your whole being trembling as you blinked away tears of pleasure. Hobie grunted as he slowly dragged his tongue out of you, his eyes glazed over with lust. He glanced at you as he pressed a quick kiss to your folds before leaning over your shivering form, his cheeks sucked in a little. You parted your lips as he lowered himself and suddenly slipped his tongue inside your warm mouth.

You mewled as the heady taste of your combined juices cascaded over your tongue and slid down your throat. Hobie rumbled lowly as he watched you swallow your spend. His eyes softened before he pulled back and carefully ripped the webbing from your wrists.

“Did so well f’me, sweet girl,” he murmured gently as he smoothed his hands over your hips. You gave him an exhausted grin as he rested on top of you, his tall form draped over your glowing body. You sighed as you wrapped your arms around his back, tracing your finger along every dip and curve of his muscles.

"Need anythin'?" Hobie asked, his lips brushing against your earlobe. You hummed to yourself.

"A bath would be nice," you smile sheepishly. Your boyfriend grinned before he pushed himself up. Your body glowed with warmth as you reached your hand over and cupped his face. “I think you'll have to carry me, though,” you giggled. Hobie chuckled as he smoothed his hands against your sides.

“Anything for my girl,” he murmured softly.

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Hard to forget, pt. 1

✿ Pairing: Female reader x Taehyung ✿ Genre: Romance, twin flames ✿ AU: Coffeeshop ✿ Warnings: mature, explicit language ✿ Word count: 2.7k

Summary: Just before sunset, that is the time when lovers meet again. Did you know that everything is divinely planned? There are no coincidences. It’s been in front of your eyes all this time and what truly matters is that both of you are here.

You have to find the reason why your paths have crossed in this life.

The answer is there, right in front of you.

The breeze brushed gently against his face, making his eyes narrow at the sea-scented caressed. His crimson lips widened in a beautiful smile hard to forget.

It wasn't the first time I'd seen him around here. He would come back every day around 5 o’clock.

Just before sunset.

With slow but determined steps, he approaches the bar to order his favorite drink: an iced americano with extra ice. Under his arm rests a thick book that change every week and, from his slightly open shirt, hung his glasses adorned with a hand-woven rope.

After receiving his coffee, he sits at the same table as usual. There, he stayed long enough for me to memorize every feature of his defined face; his heart-shaped lips, his round nose and his dark eyes.

“Why don't you just ask him out instead of staring at him for hours?”

Lara whispers in my ear, causing me to jump a little in my place. My elbow slips down the bar, hitting my face in the process.

“Dammit, Lara” I whisper, caressing my cheek.

“You do know that every time he comes to the café you keep staring at him creepily?” She goes silent, expecting me to answer.

“Stop it, okay? I do know that, it’s just… I cannot help myself," I reply, shrugging.

“But hey, I don’t blame you. I mean… who wouldn’t keep looking at that hottie?” She said while returning to work.

I attempt to hide the blush of my cheeks with my hands, trying to avoid the feeling of shame and guilt before picking up my chores long forgotten. Drying the dishes with a cloth never seemed a hard task until now, since I’m avoiding at all costs my friend’s gaze fixed on my back. I give up seconds later…

Lara could be unbearably persistent if she wanted to.

"Go on, ask," I turn around to face her.

She looks at me with literal sparkles on her eyes. Her body leans on one side of the bar, crossing her arm with a fake seriousness on her face knowing deep down that she was dying to let out some high-pitched squeal full of excitement.

"Well…" Lara frowns in thought. “It seems strange to me that when you started working here a few weeks ago, he started coming over more often than usual.”

“Or it may just be nothing. Maybe he has more free time or I don't know, I've never stopped thinking about it.” I shrug my shoulders, again.

“Perhaps…”

Before she could continue, a new customer interrupted her. I mentally thank the gray-haired man in front of us. I knew that my answer hadn't helped Lara to draw any conclusions, but it was the only one I could give, not knowing that man's reasons either.

I doubted that his constant presence was because of me, maybe he just liked our coffee, the view or the music, I don't know! There could be so many motives...

That is the moment when lovers meet again. Did you know that everything is divinely planned?

There are no coincidences here.

❊

The afternoon was a bit busier than I thought, thanks to the beginning of high season, which only meant one thing: crowded places with tourists.

I sit on a small bench behind the bar and sigh from exhaustion. My feet throbbed in pain from being standing most of the day. I glance at the clock on the wall, shortly after feeling relieved that it was only an hour before closing time.

My gaze runs around the place until I reach his silhouette, taking me by surprise that he was also looking at me. I smile out of courtesy to which he returns to me.

A familiar warmth rises up my cheeks, turning them bright red. I saw how the brunette chuckled at my natural, and somewhat embarrassing reaction. I shyly turn my face quickly to hide it behind my rebel curls.

The connection between two lost souls is immediate, as well as the growing attraction between them, even if it is not obvious at first glance.

Carefully, I look again at his features and his soft profile. The dimming light of the setting sun shone on one side of his face, while on the other gradually faded. His brows were slightly furrowed as he was immersed in his reading while biting the inside of his cheek. Small waves of wind touches his now rebel hair, leaving his forehead visible.

I grab my small sketchbook that remained in a hiding spot under the bar, checking on the customers before I open it. I look the full pages with unknown faces and, even so, his face surpassed the others in quantity. My hand starts drawing soft lines on an empty spot, guiding myself with the reminiscence of my memories of the sunset kissing his caramel skin.

It was almost closing time.

More customers were leaving, yet he remained seated while calmly reading.

While I was finishing small details of the sketch, an unknown feeling of familiarity came to my mind and a few brief flashbackssuddenly flooded me…

“____.”

“Tae!”

My notebook slips through my hands, causing a dry sound when it falls on the ground.

"____, are you okay?" Lara asks, helping me to pick up my sketchbookand pencils.

"Yes, I think so…"

I shake my head in a vague attempt to clear my mind of any kind of absurd thoughts. Probably that was a bad move of my imagination, asking me to draw some invented story. My breath fails me and my hands shake slightly.

But if it was just my imagination, why did it felt so real?

I excuse myself before running to the loo, blinded with tears. I look at my reflection in the mirror, my face was slightly sweaty and pale.

When you really pay attention you will feel alienated, as if that face you see is unalike.

But how could they be memories if they weren't mine?

For an instant, that seemed like hours, the rapid palpitations inside my chest stopped.

Contradictory, I know. But if I was sure of anything, it was that person wasn’t me.

This is the most dangerous for those who refuse to see their reality, since they will live in lies for the rest of their lives.

❊

The warm breeze hits my face when I open the door of the café. I take a deep breath, clutching my hand to the handles of my tote bagbefore heading down the stairs. The night was clear, so you could clearly see the stars that decorated the black sky.

I walk aimlessly for several minutes trying to avoid any kind of thoughts, while my body moves by itself among people.

Closing time was harder than I thought. After unconsciously traveling to what seemed to be old memories, I was unable to concentrate even on the easiest task to accomplish. Lara, noticing my distraction, offered to finish what was left so I could go out to eat something earlier because of my pale skin.

I take one last bite of the sandwich I don't remember packing, after throwing the plastic bag into the garbage. I only remembered bringing the small sketchbook with me.

I felt that the answer I was looking for was right there, but why?

My attention gets caught to this particular store full of handmade accessories. Jewelry made with sea shells and small stones with different colors. My legs act on their own as I get even closer and observe everything carefully.

"It’s a beautiful night, isn't it?" Says the woman, suddenly appearing from inside the shop.

"It is," I smile crookedly.

Her eyes narrow a little, while her wrinkles become clearer below the streetlights. Her hair is black and long, but a few gray hairs wouldn’t go unnoticed.

“Were you looking for something in particular?” She asks politely.

"Not really," I shake my head. “I’m not sure why I came here, my body just guided me to this place.”

“Well, everything has a reason, little one…”

The lady smiles again, but this time I notice the feeling of ease and comfort. I cross my arms at the sudden chill that runs through my body.

“I see that you are somewhat closed and distrustful, there is nothing to fear…” Her warm hands rubbed my bare arm.

"I… I don't know what you're trying to say."

“That's because you’re refusing to see what you've had in front of you all this time. The universe listens and sends signals that you have to accept. You should trust more in your feminine intuition and you’ll see how the view changes.”

“I'm sorry you got the wrong idea about me, but I don’t believe in this kind of thing. Again, I’m sorry if I wasted your time.” I back away from the lady and her store, cutting abruptly any kind of connection that I was unconsciously feeling with this place.

“It will never be a waste of time to guide a lost soul that’s crying out for help.”

I ran away as fast as I could from that place. I didn't know what was happening today, but there are so many strange events that made my head throb with pain and, once again, my tears flows without warning.

"You've been remembering things, haven't you?" The lady yells before I get lost in the crowd.

I collide with more than one person. I turn around to look at the smirk on her face. Was she... was she spying on me? Was she a regular customer at the café? No, that couldn’t be possible. There was no way for her to know that.

My legs take long strides until I get back to the lady, my mouth opens to ask her how she knew about that but my vocal chords suddenly close, preventing any sound from coming out of my throat. The woman takes her index finger over the bridge of her nose, alluding to her third eye.

The woman offers me to walk her home, and long before I could say no, my body is guided by her unknown vibe.

The strong smell of bushes, incense and sulfur reaches my lungs once I step in her home. The terracotta-colored walls were decorated with plants hanging from the ceiling, while the corners were lined with shelves with jars, strange-shaped boxes, and stones inside.

The house was close to the beach, so in the background you could hear the waves beat against the stones, and from its facade I could deduce that it was more than 50 years old.

The woman tells me to sit at the brown couch, disappearing seconds later down the narrow hallway. The woman returnes with a hot kettle and a few cups on a tray. In the midst of my uncertainty, I accept a cup of tea and take my first sip of the hot drink.

The sound of waves settles between us.

"How did you know I had 'memories'?" I interrupt the silence among us.

"You could say that I am a witch, as historically we women with ancestral knowledge have been called." Her slim figure occupies the front seat.

A small box with a thick lid steals my attention. It was adorned with some golden design of what seems to be a tarot card. Her long bony hands were already shuffling the cards with neat skill, before splitting the deck in two and taking one by one.

"I see..." She whispers.

“What?” I ask curiously.

"Patience, ____.”

My hand that was holding the cup suddenly lost its strength. I carefully leave the mug on the plate. I don’t recall giving her my name at any moment, how did she…

“How do you know my name...?” I look at her skeptically. She grins at me, as if she was having fun with this situation.

“Have you ever heard of reincarnation?” She interlocks her hands on her lap.

“I've heard very little on the subject. But as I already told you, I’m not one to believe much on these types of things.”

The woman gives me a warm smile after cupping my hands between hers. Weirdly, her affectionateness makes my muscles relax.

“I'll explain briefly then. The belief in reincarnation is very old and till now it’s been present in almost every religion, especially in the dharmic ones, originating in Hinduism. This belief affirms that every human being is a reincarnated soul and they come and go like a cycle called the wheel of karma. Each soul, after shedding its material body, chooses when, where, in which family and in whom they are going to incarnate.

>>It is also believed that each soul has an affective bond with another, a connection so strong that it will always be present in the life you decided to be. There are soulmates and twin flames. The last one are characterized by their strongest bonds of love, as well as a shared karma that must be cleared in their next life. The signs that we know our twin flame is when our body experiences an extraordinary attraction, an unusual passion and an excessive love without any logic. Your heart stops beating for seconds, you can feel chills all over your skin. You also experience feelings with an intensity that you cannot even explain.

She goes silent once more, deeply analyzing the message of the cards in front of her.

“I can see here that you already know that twin flame but you have refused to listen and perceive the signs that the universe has been sending you during this time. I understand your skepticism, however intuition never fails…”

I look at the cards in front of me for a few seconds in an attempt to process everything that the lady told me.

It's been in front of you all this time.

My eyes are clouded again by tears wanting to come out abruptly. I couldn’t bring myself to understand why this sudden feeling of sadness and pain inside my chest. The big lump that was forming in my throat preventing me from saying a word.

“You may have coincided in this life because you have some unfinished business. I couldn't tell you what exactly, since I am only the carrier of this message that you had to listen to. You must find why on your own and free your souls from the karma that brought you here, my girl…”

❊

I look for my shelter in the pale light of the moon.

Despite having a hard time understanding everything about that strange woman, something deep inside of me knew that it was the only rational response to so much uncertainty.

And if they are here and now, is what truly matters. You just have to find the reason why your paths have crossed in this life.

I take my sketchbook out of my bag, turning the pages quickly until I reach the ones with his face. My fingers slowly run over the delicate lines of his masculine face, abruptly remembering having drawn similar faces to his long ago.

The answer is there, right in front of you.

I throw the book away and jump, heading to my desk and picking up all the worn-out notebooks, collecting them in my arms to sit down on the floor again. I sigh before opening them, afraid to find whatever it’s in there.

Just look it up.

I open the first notebook, then the second and finish with the tenth, all opened on different sheets. I cover my mouth with my hands to prevent the loud sob from escaping my lips. My tears slips down my cheeks once more that day.

The answer was the same on every page; there he was, portrayed in different ways and yet, still capturing his essence. That same face I’ve been drawing these past weeks, is the same I’ve been illustrating years ago, long before I’ve met him.

That means… I’ve been getting these memories back without realizing?

Every sketchbook belonged to each year in which I have dedicated myself to this art, which meant that I had been drawing a stranger for the past four years…

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George surprising you with a date night and free babysitting provided by Alex and Lily concept

It only took the smallest mention from Lily and Alex when they said they'd "happily watch these cuties if you ever need it" for George to consider the option. It was someone you both trusted and the kids lived the couple too, always excited but also well behaved whenever they were around.

"Darling, what do you have planned for tonight?", George said as he watched you do the last button on the shirt you were wearing, "get the kids from school after work, come home, homework, dinners and bathtimes, bedtime and I thought that we could both maybe finish that movie we started yesterday, I still remember what I saw before I feel asleep", you blushed, "well, I have plans for us of you don't mind", he forwarded, earning a look from you, "You want to go out on a school night?", you asked, "I have a babysitter already, no need to worry about that", he said, a charming smile on his lips, "and are you going to tell me what are these plans?", you said, smoothing the shirt he was wearing, "I'm afraid it would ruin the surprise, you know too much already, but all in its due time, and don't worry, I'll pick the kids up early and then I'll get you", he said before he pecked your lips.

"Uncle Alex and Auntie Lily are coming here?", Olivia asked, "yes, and they're going to spend the night with you here, mummy and I will be back tomorrow morning", he said as he tested the waters, Olivia nodding as she clapped her hands, "I'm going to get my car", Arthur said as he made his way to his room to get his toy, "Are you and mummy going for dinner?", she asked, her curiosity something George could always pin back to you, "yes, I'm taking mummy for a special dinner, just the two of us", he explained, "and are you going to eat pasta together? Like the dogs we saw on the movie?", she referred to the Disney movie, earning a laugh from George, "I don't think mummy will share her food with me", he dramatically widened his eyes, his daughter laughing at his expression, "when I ask nicely she always gives me, you should try it", she advised, George going to reply when he heard the doorbell, "Come in, come in", he urged the couple in, "Auntie Lily!", Arthur was the first to jump in her arms, "I see you'll be fine then, my kids don't even care that I'm leaving. Have a nice night guys, and be good, okay?", George said as he grabbed the overnight bag he had prepared for the two of you, "Again, thank you so much for this", George said, "anytime, we're happy to help", Alex said before George left to come and pick you up from work.

Arriving at the front desk, he greeted the older man that worked there since before you stared your own job there, "Oh, Mrs Russell should be out in a bit, the meeting started slightly later than expected", he said and a few minutes, you appeared, bidding goodbye before lacing your fingers with your husband's, "can I know what we're doing now?", you asked as you dropped you bag and coat on the backseat, "as much as I know you and I love our kids to pieces, we also need some time for ourselves and Alex and Lily volunteered to babysit so I have a nice hotel room booked, dinner at our favourite and we go home in the morning", he said as he kissed your hand, a squeal leaving your mouth before he drove you both to the destination.

After a nice hot bath together full of caresses and kisses, you wrapped your body in a fluffy robe and so did George, "question is, what do I wear?", you asked as you say your husband make his way to the bag he carried into the room, "I took the liberty to go to your wardrobe and get this dress, that is my personal favourite of yours by the way", he said as he grabbed it out of the bag, "and I have a matching shirt because Olivia saw me grabbing it and made me do it because 'it will look so cute daddy', I swear she gets it from you", he said, smiling, "Oh, and Arthur made this drawing in pre-school today, it's put family", he said as he handed you the carefully folded paper he promised his son he would get to mummy, "look, they've made you so much taller than me, they really see the difference I'm sure", you smiled before you set it down, "Mr Russell, you do know this dress is tricky to put on by myself", you mused, a hint of mischief on your tone, "Well, seems you're just in luck then since you have someone here help you do the buttons on the back", he said as his fingers traced along your skin.

Dinner had been lovely, the two of you just enjoying a meal together and not having to worry about the kids' routine of if they had eaten enough or were bored at the table, managing to snap a picture and send it to Lily so she could show the kids, receiving a video in return with Olivia painting with Alex while Arthur told Lily about his day at pre-school, "Shall we head back?", you said, wanting to get comfortable on the bed with your husband. Once you had done your night routine, you got back to the bedroom area, nuzzling your head in George's naked chest, "thank you for today, my love, I really appreciate it, I love you", you said as you looked into his eyes before you kissed his lips, "I just wish we could do this more often, but the schedules are crazy. I love those two to pieces but we both deserve some alone time every now and again", he said, kissing your forehead, "Well, I think if we bribe Alex and Lily enough they might agree to make this monthly thing", you chuckled, "like they need any bribery, as soon as Arthur jumped on Lily's lap I knew she was convinced, I'll be surprised if he even lets her leave when we get back, I think he really likes her", he teased, "Hey! The only woman my baby likes is going to be me until he's very very old, any person really", you pouted playfully, "if he's anything like daddy, he'll catch everyone's eye", he messed with you, earning a flick on his chest, "but he will know when the one comes around, just like I did", he said, kissing your pout away.

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Heavy Hearts

Elain makes a move.

Chapter song Making Eyes by Archers

This is the song that started everything for me. When I first heard it I immediately thought of Elain and Azriel and all of their angst due to Rhysand’s meddling. I repurposed it for this chapter, though.

Ch. 4. Making Eyes

Azriel and Elain had been awkwardly dancing around one another ever since she kissed his cheek. Once she realized what she’d done it frightened her how easily it had happened, and without meaning to she pushed him away. They remained in each other’s orbit though, too afraid to take things a step further-to acknowledge their feelings. They shared small brushes of their hands when passing, maybe held on the slightest bit longer than the others when they hugged. There was something charged in their shared glances that neither could name, nor did they want to lest they break the spell.

But tonight she wanted to-at the very least she wanted to know he felt the same.

So she’d asked Mor for help. The newest townhouse inhabitant had invited everyone to her favorite bar later and jumped at the chance to help Elain pick something to wear. She skipped from the guest room down the hall to Elain’s closet, ransacking her wardrobe until she came upon a dress buried in the back with the tags still attached. She squealed. Literally squealed when she saw it.

“If you don’t agree to wear this dress tonight theres no sense in going.” She stated, matter-of-factly.

That dress had been the first thing she splurged on after leaving Greyson, but could never find the right occasion to wear it. Strapless with a sweetheart neckline, the silky, cobalt blue material was covered by black lace, and cinched together at the waist underneath a leather tie corset. When she tried it on, the fabric flowed down the curves of her shapely thighs and hugged her generous backside. A jagged hi-low hemline giving the gown a slight edginess.

“Why this one?” Elain raised a brow in curiosity.

“Because this is the only dress that’s ‘you’-sweet with a slight boldness.” Elain couldn’t help but smile at that. “And also because I happen to know a certain curly headed man loves this color blue.” She said with a wink.

Elain sputtered “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about” she feigned disbelief, but couldn’t look Mor in the eyes.

“Yeah. Okay.” She responded, voice dripping in sarcasm. “Well either way. Put on your sexiest black heels and you’ll have to pick his jaw up off the floor.” She sauntered to the door, headed to her room and stopped just in the hallway. Looking over her shoulder, she caught Elain’s eye, her voice soft, but stern. “And remember. Even if you know with absolute certainty that you want to move forward, you have every right to say no. I know my cousin-he’d never push you further than you are comfortable pushing yourself.”

~~~~~~

Elain didn’t know what to expect of Mor’s favorite bar, but this lounge certainly wasn’t it. This was a place you took someone to impress them. The booths against the wall were cozy, with red suede fabric cushions and leather backings. The waitstaff all wore dress pants and white button down shirts with red bow ties and cummerbunds.

Mor had found them a booth in the back corner, and ordered a round of drinks while they waited for the brothers to arrive.

Elain swirled her drink-a pleasantly fruity concoction with mango and strawberry, and turned to Mor beside her “How did you know?”

“Know what?” Cerridwen asked curiously. The twins loved gossip, but they were the best secret keepers Elain knew. Enigmas, the both of them.

Mor slyly looked at Elain then back at Cerridwen “That Lainey here has a thing for my broody cousin.”

Both of the twins threw their heads back in laughter “was that supposed to be a secret, El?” Nuala choked out. “Girl we knew from day one.” Her sister confirmed.

“Speak of the devil” Mor whispered, nodding her head toward the three men walking in their direction. The four of them tried not to giggle, but they were already on their second drink and that apparently made them turn into giddy school girls.

Rhysand, in a sharp charcoal suit with a deep blood orange button down underneath looked as dramatic as his personality. The style gave a uniquely ‘Rhysand’ vibe: elegant and aloof, yet at the same time casual and charming.

Cassian had opted to embrace his inner ‘hipster lumberjack’ and wore fitted, dark wash jeans with a black and forest green plaid shirt. Instead of a belt, he opted for leather suspenders to match his boots. He pulled it off surprisingly well-his five o’clock shadow only enhancing the ensemble.

She heard Mor and Cerridwen’s awed approval of the trio and nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly. The brothers looked astonishing, truly, but Az-he was positively sublime. He wore a white button down with a layered waistcoat-grey with black on top- over it. His sleeves rolled halfway up his muscular forearms, and the top few buttons on his shirt undone showing off his tattooed chest and a small chain necklace with a pendant. At first glance it looked like a cross, but a second look proved it was a tiny well crafted dagger, with actual leather on the hilt and a tiny blue stone on the cross guard. He still wore his usual black skin tight jeans, but chose doc martens to complete the look.

The men stood at the edge of the table, assessing. “Mor, my darling cousin” Rhys drawled, face alight with amusement “I don’t believe this booth is big enough for all of us.”

“Indeed, cousin” she retorted. “That is because at least some of us will be spending our night on the dance floor.” She pushed Rhysand as she scooted (rather ungracefully) out of her seat to do just that-grabbing Cassian as she left. They heard Cassian excitedly ask “Does this mean you’re gonna be my wingwoman tonight?!” before the music and distance drowned out their conversation.

Azriel and Rhysand had just enough room to sit comfortably. Elain was sure this booth was in fact the smallest in this place, and was beginning to wonder if Mor hadn’t chosen it on purpose. She glanced at the uneasiness of the others and asked if they should find a different place to sit.

They found a much larger empty area a little ways away with ample seating. It had a small coffee table instead of the dining table at their old spot. Ottomans that matched the red suede were on the opposite side allowing more people to sit, and the booth itself was “L” shaped with enough space for twice their group.

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Elain wished she was drunk. Maybe she’d have the courage to sit on Azriel’s lap-if for no other reason than to see his reaction. She couldn’t even look at him tonight. The fact that everyone in their group knew of her feelings toward the man beside her except him made her even more anxious-like every move she made was under a microscope so they could all talk about it later without her. It was a silly thought, she knew, but these ‘intrusive thoughts’ (as Thesan called them) are just that. Lies she manifested through her anxiety, and she had to work hard to push them aside. To not let them fester inside her mind.

Mor peeled herself off the dance floor to sit with the others for a moment and order another fruity cocktail. Elain silently thanked the gods for the distraction. “Where’s Cass?” Rhys shouted above the music.

“I played wingwoman, remember?” She winked, then eyed the dance floor where Cass and a tall slender brunette were lost in each other. Their lips unlatched as they turned away from the group, she had turned her back against him, sliding her hand up behind her to hold his neck while they gyrated filthily against one another. Almost in unison the other two brothers looked at the four women with frantic looks on their faces “Can I sleep on your couch tonight?!” “Oh no, Rhys. You have the farther bedroom. You don’t have to hear it as much as I do” “I may not have to hear it, but if I walk in on it again I very well may throw myself off a bridge.”

The brothers continued to squabble between themselves as the women laughed. “You two do know that’s a pull out couch, right?” An exasperated but playful look on Elain’s face.

The pair gaped at her indignantly while Cerridwen and Mor griped about a bet they had going over who would end up on the floor.

“We’ve stayed at your house how many times? And you weren’t going to tell us?” Rhys remarked.

“My sisters and I would often sleep in the same bed. It was comforting to us. I thought maybe you guys had a similar dynamic” Elain shrugged

“I-well for you that makes sense, but these two just wanted to laugh at our expense.” Rhys huffed

“Oh please, brother. As if you weren’t sneaking into Nuala’s room half the time.” Az piped up rolling his eyes.

It was true, Nu and Rhys had a friends-with-benefits agreement, but it was never spoken about. Like some sort of known secret, everyone just accepted that it was happening. Elain had always thought the two might end up dating, but there was no emotional connection between them other than friendship. Just as well-she had a feeling he and Feyre would hit it off.

“Fine. You can have the couch then. Nu, wanna go give Cass a run for his money?” He held his hand out-she quickly grabbed it with a mischievous gleam in her eye. “Oh we can totally beat that.” The two walked off discussing strategy as if going to war.

Cerridwen looked between the three left sitting, chewing her lip. “Mor? Would you-?” She nodded toward the dance floor bashfully.

“Really?” Mor beamed. Cerridwen nodded suppressing a nervous smile. “I’d love to!” The two seemed to float as they twirled around one another giddily.

“Well that just leaves us.” Az looked at Elain, uncertain of where they stood or what happened to make her push him away. “I’m not sure what I did, but I don’t like this, Lainey. It’s been almost two weeks. I’ve gotten so used to being around you, and-“

“You did nothing wrong.” She interjected. He stared at her wide eyed, confused..hurt. “I was wrong.” She grabbed his hand, interlacing their fingers. “I scared myself-got in my own head and allowed my past to interfere. And instead of talking to you and trying to figure out whatever” she waved her free hand between them “this is, I pushed you away. I don’t want to do that anymore” she took a deep breath. There was a lot they needed to discuss.

“Please don’t.” He breathed, eyes so soft and earnest. “I know that there are still fresh wounds that need to heal, but Lainey-Elain. I will happily accept whatever you give me. Please don’t ever think that you’re not enough. You’re everything.” He wiped an errant tear from her cheek.

“There’s a lot I want to talk to you about-preferably in a quieter setting” she giggled “but I want you to know Az, in case there was any doubt, I really like you.”

His face looked as if she had given him the greatest gift in the world-he was filled with pure joy “I’m glad to finally have confirmation. And for the record, I really like you too.” He paused, warring with himself over the next question “Do-would it be too much if I kissed you?”

Her cheeks hurt. She hasn’t smiled this hard or this much in her life. “Just promise me you won’t get upset if I ask you to stop-if it becomes too much.”

“I swear it.” He was so gentle. Every movement soft and deliberate like it had been choreographed. His hand cupping her cheek, pulling her in closer and closer, her eyes fluttering shut at the precise moment that their foreheads rested against one another. The tenderness as he pressed theirs noses together, allowing their breath to mingle before their lips met.

The kiss itself was chaste, and over far too quickly. She could feel he held back, that anything more would be her choice, and on her terms. He pulled back, once again resting their foreheads together, searching her eyes for reassurance. The hand that still cupped her cheek moved to rest on her neck, his thumb stroking her jaw lovingly.

She mirrored his actions, and pulled him closer kissing him again. There was no clashing of teeth, no tongues roaming-not yet-but there was passion. Lips interlocking again and again, cautiously deepening with each meeting. They were learning her boundaries-together.

Lost in their own blissful world, they hadn’t noticed someone standing between the two ottomans opposite the low table until he cleared his throat. They both jumped at the sudden disruption, turning in shock.

“Who the fuck are you?” Azriel felt Elain go tense and gripped her protectively. The man ignored him, his eyes locked on the woman Az held tighter. The man’s pupils were blown wide, enraged, with only a sliver of blue to be seen. His hands at his sides-tensing into fists and stretching out again as if feebly restraining himself from physically lashing out.

“Ellie.” The man’s voice was menacing. “I see we’ve gotten over our dislike of PDA, then haven’t we?”

Azriel watched her eyes grow with fear, felt her body trembling. “You need to leave.” He rubbed Elain’s legs that at some point had come to rest over his own, in an effort to comfort her. To remind her that she wasn’t alone in this fight.

Again the man acted as though Azriel hadn’t spoken. “Is this the piece of shit you were screwing behind my back? I fucking knew you were a little slut.”

“Lainey, you want me to take care of this?” He asked her as gently as he could manage, his rage at the bastard before them barely contained.

She turned her head toward him, finally breaking eye contact with her ex. Her hand still resting on Azriel’s neck moved. She curled her fingers and stroked along his jaw with her knuckles-the motion nothing but loving. Her eyes softened as they met his own-almost golden with his fury. “No, Az. Not yet. I need to try first.” She kissed him before moving to stand on shaky legs.

He wouldn’t interfere. He knew she had to do this herself. He would be her strength, cheering her silently from the sidelines; ready to sub-in should the need arise, but praying it wouldn’t come to that.

With her heels on, she was nearly eye to eye with Greyson. Her hands balled into fists at her side, she walked toward him, gaining confidence with each stride. “You have some nerve continuing these bullshit lies. I NEVER cheated on you, but I know you did. I had to go to the clinic more than once because of whatever YOU brought back with you, and pretend it never happened.” She was livid. “How dare you show up now and try to interfere with my happiness-my healing.”

“Oh, please Ellie. I gave you a good life.” He seethed

“YOU GAVE ME HEL!” She shouted “you gave me more trauma! You gave me nothing worth holding on to!” He slapped her. Azriel bolted upright. Elain held her hand out to him, silently telling him to hold on. She stood her ground.

“I never reported you, but I have plenty of evidence. Even your father couldn’t keep you out of jail if I went to the police with everything I have against you.” Greyson balked at her. She held her hand out to Azriel, which he instantly grabbed.

She started to walk away, Az in tow, when Greyson called after her “Fatass fucking whore. I gave you so much better than you deserved.” She tugged Azriel harder to keep him from giving the man the punishment rightfully owed him.

As they got further away from her ex, she turned to a still enraged Azriel. “I know you wanted to kill him. I did too. But I wasn’t lying about the evidence.” Her thumb stroked his hand in calming arcs. “There were witnesses when he hit me tonight-plus there are cameras in here.” His lips parted in disbelief-quickly taken over by a prideful smile. “I may have a lot of mental issues and blockages to deal with because of him, but he talked a lot about his job at the law firm-how if there wasn’t enough evidence against the accused the case would usually be dismissed or the evidence was ‘hearsay’ and inadmissible. I’ve been building my case for a while.”

“Godsdammit you’re amazing, Lain.” His voice filled with awe.

The pair found the rest of the group on the dance floor and explained what happened. “We’re leaving.” Rhys said decisively-as if there were any question from the rest of them. Cassian had left with the mysterious brunette at least half an hour prior telling Rhysand not to wait up (meaning he was going to her place). That came as a huge relief. As happy as she was with how things went tonight with Az, Elain wasn’t sure if she could handle him sleeping under the same roof just yet,

The group said their goodbyes outside of Rita’s. When it was her turn to say goodbye to Az, it was as if everyone else felt the tension and stepped away to give them some semblance of privacy. “Let me know when you get home tonight, please.” He was worried-scared of what had happened and the possibilities of what could happen now that Greyson was making his presence known again.

“I swear it.” She giggled. He kissed the top of her head, and she could feel him smiling against her hair. “I never got the chance to tell you, by the way, that you clean up quite nicely.” She pulled away and winked at him.

There was a glint in his eye as he leaned forward, breath tickling the shell of her ear. His deep voice turned raspy “and you, sweetheart, are absolutely ravishing.”

Her breath caught in her throat. “I-um-“ her throat bobbed. “I-I’ll text you. In just a little bit, okay?” She stammered nervously. He smiled in answer, quickly kissing her lips, and beginning to walk toward Rhysand’s car. “I look forward to it.”

~~~~~~

“There’s so much I could say to you but I think I’ll hold my tongue.” Elain sang with such emotion. She couldn’t help the tears lining her eyes or the raspiness of her voice, but it added intensity to the vocals. “Cause what’s the point in hanging on when I’d rather be done-”

She’d been putting off this assignment for weeks now, unable to put her thoughts into words. Students had to perform an original song for the class before the end of the semester-needless to say the previous night had given her plenty to think about, and finally the words came flooding out of her. It only took five minutes to write the lyrics, another ten to figure out the chords before she was emailing her professor to ask permission to perform Tuesday in class.

Tuesday afternoon, she gathered Nuala, Cerridwen, and Vassa at the townhouse for an impromptu meeting/practice session.

“My professor loved the song so much he told me I should perform it for the Academy Expo event next weekend.” She beamed at her band mates “I told him I would, as long as I could do it with my band instead of acoustically, since everyone here is also in the Academy’s music programs.”

“Oh my gods, you’re KIDDING” Vassa leapt onto Elain, squeezing her tightly.

“I know. I’m beyond excited, but that means we have a little over a week to learn the song.” She ran a hand over her face. “Let’s get to it”

~~~~~~

Elain had gotten ready for bed, but sleep didn’t find her. There was too much on her mind- her sisters, the song, Greyson showing back up-Azriel.

She really hadn’t known him long, and that first night was….something. Though his first words to her had been about her ass, and he’d scared her so badly she hit her head on the nightstand, they almost instantly clicked.

It all started with pancakes.

—

She finally found out she wasn’t the only person who preferred Nutella instead of syrup. At first she assumed he did it because he was drunk, but then Rhys mentioned him ‘still doing that’.

“Of course I still do this. It’s delicious, which you’d know if you weren’t such a purist and actually gave something other than syrup it a chance.” He had told his brother, pointing at him with a bite of pancake covered in the chocolatey spread on his fork.

Cassian noted the mystified look on Elain’s face as she stared at Azriel. “I know, right. It’s fuckin weird.”

“What’s weird is that I’ve never met another person who prefers their pancakes with Nutella. My sisters used to give me so much shit about it.”

Rhysand rubbed the bridge of his nose while mumbling “Oh fuck. There’s two of them now.” While Azriel pointed his re-loaded fork at Elain “THANK YOU! Finally someone with taste buds!”

—

While, yes, she found him insanely attractive, they also had a ton of things in common, and that 3am breakfast was just the beginning of a fast friendship.. that was steadily evolving into something..different. Elain couldn’t help but wonder if maybe that’s the key to a lasting, honest relationship-being friends first. Having that connection as well as a romantic one, and maybe they both played into the physicality?

Her thoughts drifted to the intimacy she craved-with him.

Her door was closed, she was the only one awake-she allowed the thoughts that entered her mind-and followed to see how far they went. She thought about the feel of his lips-so soft and gentle-such a contrast from his outwardly rough demeanor. She imagined his lips exploring her neck, her chest, followed by his magnificent hands. Pinching and rolling her nipples, teasing her between her legs.

Would he be rough with her? There had always been a part of her that enjoyed being told what to do in bed, a part that enjoyed being controlled and taken, but there was never any give in the past. Her ex never gave her any leeway-no safe words, or motions-and if he did he ignored when they were used. She liked being submissive and reminded how well she’s taking a cock; of how much of a “good girl” she was, but she needed to know that if it ever became too much that there would be an immediate end.

Everything she knew about Azriel screamed that he would respect her. He would never allow himself to take things too far. Something inside of her knew that she would be safe with him, but she was unable to continue. Couldn’t get past that barrier of fear to let herself find release. She groaned in defeat, rolling over to sleep.

#elain x azriel #heavy hearts #elriel fanfic

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moncapitaineee · 1 year

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🪐Stuck in the future.🪐 Pt: 1: how’d I get here? Who are these strange people?!

(Star Trek voyager) (child reader she’s 13- !No ships!)

(Also the child will be called Mika. Had no other ideas for her-)

🪐Mika’s pov🪐

I groaned softly as my eyes began fluttering. But an extremely bright and disturbing light basically blinded my eyes. I repeatedly blinked trying to get myself adjusted to the extreme exposure so quickly. I shifty my body slightly realizing I wasn’t on a normal bed. It was slightly uncomfortable but when I began sitting up I looked around to a strange room. There was a sort of control system across from me and certain technology I could never guess existed.

I realized the attire I was in. I wore blue oversized clothes like in the hospital. Except it wasn’t just a gown that showed my behind. It was a nice oversized long sleeve shirt with long blue pants to match it. ‘Very comfortable…’ I thought to myself. I then began to question what I was doing here and countless of questions entered my head.

My train of the thoughts were stopped when a electronic door, I could only assume it to be on my right opened up and a man walked through. He was balding from the top and had deep brown hair at the sides. His posture was nothing but perfect and he wore a black uniform that had blue lining at the top. There was also a badge but I couldn’t quite comprehend what it was. Less than a minute of examination he looked at me. I squealed surprised.

“Why good morning! How are you feeling?” He asked in a smooth, energetic voice. “Uhm. WHO are you?” I asked practically scared out of my pants. “I’m- a doctor. You can just call me that I suppose. I hope your rest was well.” He responded. “Hold on. I have so many questions..also I don’t quite trust you, DOCTOR. I just woke up in god knows where in a room with someone who I don’t even know!”

My tone of voice became louder as I became panicked. “Don’t worry. Your fine and your not in danger. Just give me a minute.” He quickly turned away and pressed what I could only assume to be his badge. He whispered something into it but all I could hear was the word Captain. It gave me more of an idea as to where I could be.

Right before he finished I jumped out of bed and grabbed something from what I could only assumed to be a control panel. What I grabbed seem to be a sort of gun- or a weapon of some sort but I used it to my advantage. “D-Don’t move! I’ll shoot you!” I threatened my voice barely wavering.

“Oh dear-..” The doctor looked panicked he pressed his badge and spoke loudly, “Sickbay to the Captain!- our ‘guest’ has gotten a hold of a phaser and is threatening me with it. Quite frankly I could walk right through it but my patient is armed!” He ranted through. Then I heard a very stern unfamiliar female voice.

“I’m on my way, I’m coming with Chakotay and Tuvok!” Then the audio shut off. “Who we’re you just talking to?!” I screamed. My arms were shaky from worry about who’s to come. “You need to calm down. Your not in danger I just alerted my superiors because your armed and threatening me. Nothing bad will happen just put it down.” He calmly spoke. I could still hear the shakiness in his voice.

I looked over to the room he exited out off. I ran into it and saw a control panel on the wall, I pressed random buttons to see what it could do. Then suddenly I watched a ‘sparks’ formed right by the door and realized it was a barrier of some sort. “You can’t hurt me! None of those people you mention will hurt me! I swear!”

My voice was so shaky and my breathe was heavy. I opted for a corner and made myself as small as humanly possible. I tried to calm myself down by breathing. I was breathing very shakily and my hands were shaking at an uncontrollable pace. I reminded myself that I couldn’t drop what they called ‘phaser’ because I didn’t want to end up defenseless and I don’t enjoy being defenseless without a shield or weapon.

He kept trying to get me to open up from the barrier and he kept trying to get me to drop the weapon. I rebelled against the doctor and refused. I ignored every word he spoke. Un-shaken and a stone cold look at him.

I sunk to the floor still with the weapon in my arms. I tried to seem small as possible and un-noticeable. But whoever was coming would see me. I just didn’t want them too, I looked away trying to avoid the doctors futile attempts at persuasion.

Suddenly I heard doors open and 3 sets of feet walk into the room. “Captain! I’ve been trying— but she ran into my room! And she set the force field up. May I remind you she’s armed.” Is all I heard. I kept my head low to avoid any eye contact and try to see who was there.

I saw a woman. 5’4 - 5’6. She wore a bun of steel atop her head. Her hands on her hips. She had a strict face like a mother who found out you were failing classes in school. Her hair was auburn colored. Her skin was of the slightest pale.

Then the man next to her had spiky like hair and a tattoo over one of his eyes. His skin was nicely brown and his eyes were relaxed and his expression was calmed and firm at the same time.

The third person he had darker skin, like he seemed to be African- American. His looked was stoic and he seemed to be like a robot. He had odd ears- ears like an elf. His eyebrows shot down and it seemed he was always angry.

During my observation of the three the woman turned her head and made eye contact with me for a quick second. I quickly looked away and raised the so called phaser up. “Doctor..that’s a child..” the woman spoke. “Here let me try to talk to her.” She said smoothly.

I watched as she moved her was slowly to as close as she could. The barrier or the force field as the strange doctor called it kept her from reaching me entirely.

“Hi there, I’m Captain Kathryn Janeway. What’s your name?” She asked sweetly. “Oh- my names Mika..” I spoke slowly. “Well hello, Mika. I understand you may be afraid or anxious but your not in danger. I assure you that. The doctor here was trying to help you.” She spoke calmly.

“Oh really? I’m not that dumb. That’s not a person!” I pointed at the doctor. “He obviously is some sort of program. He basically ratted himself out while talking to ya. Also how do I even know you don’t have bad intentions?! Am I really expected to trust stranger adults?!”

My eyebrows furrowed. I held the phaser up higher now with more intention. “Also I really don’t think the first thing a unknowing child wants to see after waking up in god knows where is a literal ALIEN!” I pointed directly at the pointy - eared man.

The man just scoffed lightly at my comment. Suddenly the woman spoke once again. “I know how you feel. You feel anxious and fearful of who and what is here but I’m telling you now. Me, and my officers here, Commander Chakotay and Lieutenant Tuvok.” She pointed to the men with her introducing them. “Won’t harm you, we’re only here because you have a weapon and it can hurt us. We’re flesh and blood just like you.”

“—I…ok..how do I uh- take down the- Y’know barrier thingy..” I asked entirely confused. I heard a deep chuckle from the woman. “Go to the panel and it should be on the middle right.” She instructed. I followed the captain’s directions and I watch the force field come down.

She slowly stepped in reaching out a hand. Perhaps she wanted the weapon. I slowly but surely made it over to her placing the phaser in her hand. She gave the phaser to one of the men without breaking eye contact with me. Captain Janeway then stretched her arms out for a hug.

I leaned in and hugged her. She rubbed my back gently and carefully. “I promise, here on this ship. Your no stranger. Your no alien to us as we should be to you. Just about all except the doctor are flesh and blood.” She whispered to me.

I nodded softly still tucked into her hug. She was very gentle and kind with me. I appreciated how she remained so patient with me. Even after what’d just occurred. I smiled softly at the thought. “I still have a few questions though.”

She nodded her head. The two of us pulled out the hug. “What’s your question?” She raised a small eyebrow. “How did I get here?..”

#star trek #star trek voyager #captain janeway #commander chakotay #the doctor #child oc

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mochacinogirl · 2 years

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Turning Red

It was Friday 10th June when I first met him in not-so- a co-working space called Zoomia. It was also the first time I see myself blushing over someone after a really long time. I know by writing this on my notes, I am just being too much because, in fact, I am just a stranger who admires him. He doesn't even know me. This story never really exists. It's just me out of nowhere being obsessed with a man who has a beautiful name. It's just me who was tired of being lonely and forcing myself to have a crush on someone again, after my pity breakup with an asshole ex.

I promised myself when my relationship was over, I will not talk shit about my ex like everyone does. But, now when I experience itself, I completely understand why people (most of them) always think that their ex is such trash. Alright, back to the topic. Back to my crush.

He was coming late. I waited for him and believe with my instinct (which is almost never right, honestly) that he will come. I had ordered a chocolate latte and it takes less than 15 minutes for me to drink it until my cup is totally empty, but he was still not coming yet.

But, then suddenly my friend hissed-- half squeal to me. "That is him!"

My eyes started to scan the whole place. And…..there he is. Standing in front of his friends, smiling at them, and hug a big guy. He wore a striped shirt and black shorts.

Then, what did I do at that time?

I was freezing. My heart beat so fast. The fastest that it can beat so far, I guess. I didn't really feel my face warm but my friend told me that my face turns into red. Oh my god. I was blushing.

He turned around and saw my friend. He waved his hand to her and my friend waved him back. I don't know whether he notice me or not because I was still freezing. My eyes follow every inch he moves. Like literally I didn't want to take my eyes off him. Then, there was a moment when he looked at our (me and my friend) table and saw me. I believe he saw me. His eyes met my eyes even though it was less than two seconds.

I think I'm going to faint. And scream. And jump. And do split. And roll. But I just freeze in my chair. Too amazed by his existence.

God, he is so close, yet so far from me.

He is too good to be true. I'm falling in love with the impossibility. I have a feeling for an unreachable person. But, anyway it was nice to meet him. I wish there will be another chance, a lot of chances to meet him again or even to talk with him (HA HAHAHA being Z means always asking for something more :p).

01.53 am.

I should sleep right now. I have Korean Final Exam at 9 am today.

P.S: Good luck on your exam today, Crush. I know you can do this. I got your back! <3333

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amateurasterism · 2 years

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flustered !

part one ; part two

summary ; a normal day in town turns into meeting the camilo madrigal

pairing ; camilo madrigal x gn!reader

notes ; this is literally just the beginning of a fanfic that i ended up not using, 18+ dni

word count ; 1.1k

It was a normal day in Encanto. You’d woken up, eaten breakfast, then went outside. Already waiting for you was a small gathering of Encanto’s children, three girls and three boys all the age of 5. It was routine for encanto’s families to let their children play with you during the day as they do their work, and today was no exception.

The loudest of the bunch came running to you, a boy named Andres with dark brown skin and darker hair. “Antonio Madrigal is staying with us today!” he exclaimed, the other children jumping with excitement around him.

“Oh really?” you crouch down to get to the childrens’ level. “And who told you that?”

“Camilo!” one of the girls, Carmen, answer. “Yesterday when you were gone, Camilo took care of us. He told us Antonio wanted to play with us today.”

“The Camilo Madrigal played with you guys yesterday?” you question. You’d never met any of the Madrigals except for Mirabel and Antonio, but you’d heard about Camilo often because of the children you babysat. When you couldn’t do the job, they reported to you that Camilo took your place. They seemed to love the Madrigal’s company, as they squealed whenever his name came out of your mouth.

“The Camilo Madrigal played with you guys yesterday? Lucky,” someone from behind you repeats with a gasp. It was a smooth and teasing voice you’d never heard before.

You turn around and stand up to meet the voice’s owner. For a split second you see a gorgeous boy with golden brown skin and dark curly hair reaching to his rauna-covered shoulders. Then the boy begins to cough uncontrollably, and suddenly in a couple blurs of motion the boy is now Mirabel, then a red-head with a braid, then a man with glowing green eyes, then you, then himself again but with enlarged eyes and tiny pupils. With a final cough and a fist to his chest, the boy shakes his head furiously and morphs into the boy you originally saw him as.

You stand there, openmouthed as you realize this is Camilo Madrigal standing in front of you. and not only is it Camilo Madrigal, but it’s also the most attractive boy you’ve ever seen in your life.

Now that he isn’t materializing into random people, you see that his curly hair has highlights of gold in the sunlight. His rauna is a nice yellow, and under the rauna is a partially unbuttoned and uniorned collared shirt. His eyes are a muddy green, with streaks of light brown. His lips reflect your own: slightly open with infatuation.

You only realize you and Camilo have been staring at each other for way too long to be normal when you hear all the children giggling behind you.

“I take it you’re Camilo Madrigal?” you ask, to distract yourself. And maybe your eyes are fooling you, but you see a tint of pink appear under his freckles when his name leaves your mouth.

“The one and only.” There’s a subtle shift in energy as Camilo’s flustered smile displaces itself with a small smirk. “And you are?”

“Y/N L/N,’ you reply with a small smile. The moment is ruined when Andres begins to chant.

“Camilo and Y/N, sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g!” Andres screams giddily, causing all the other children to erupt into a fit of giggles.

“Kissing?!” Camilo kneels to meet Andres’s height and pats the child’s shoulder. “Let’s not say that, Y/N may not like it.”

Camilo looks at you and his smirk grows ever so slightly. You’re pretty sure if he does that again you’ll faint.

One of the boys pulls on his rauna, directing Camilo’s gaze from you to him. it’s Sebastian, one of the shyest in the group.

“Long time no see Sebastian!” Camilo ruffles the young boy’s hair. You smile at the interaction between the Madrigal and the young boy. It’s cute how he stares at all the children with a soft adoration.

Sebasian giggles at the action before pulling on Camilo’s rauna again, “Can you shapshift for us?”

Camilo grins at the request and stands up, scooping Sebastian in his arms as he did so. The shapeshifter glances at you, making sure you were looking- which you were- then tosses Sebastian in the air.

Sebastian shrieks elatedly; whilst he’s in midair, Camilo shifts into Luisa, allowing Sebastian to land on Luisa’s tough shoulder. With Luisa’s build, Camilo then picks up the rest of the children and tosses them all in the air. Your heart stops for a split second- afraid he’d fail at catching all the children safely- yet Camilo successfully catches all the children and shifts back into himself.

All the children cheer, including yourself. It was impressive, and the more you watched Camilo, the more fascinated you became with his swift movements and soft yet cocky persona. When Camilo meets your eyes and sees fascination in them, he silently cheers to himself.

“More shapshifting!” the children chant. Even Antonio is cheering, despite living with Camilo and witnessing his brother’s shapeshifting abilities daily.

“Okay, okay!” Camilo hushes the energetic children. “I have to make it quick, because I have some chores.”

With that being said, Camilo waves his rauna like a cape and shifts into the bright green-eyed man you saw him shift into when you first saw him. All children gasp and run backwards while Camilo waves the man’s arms around and yells spookily.

The only one not scared is Antonio, who shakes his head and skeptically mutters: “Tio Bruno?”

Afterwards, Camilo morphs into a gorgeous woman that you assume to be Isabela Madrigal. He pulls a flower from the ground and places it behind Carmen’s ear, making the young girl beam happily.

Camilo then shifts into himself momentarily, yelling “best for last!”, and waves his rauna again. Instantaneously, he turns into you.

All the children simultaneously tilt their heads in confusion.

“Why did you change into Y/N?” Antonio questions. “They’re right there,” he points to you and all the children nod their heads in agreement.

“Porque Y/N es muy bonito,” Camilo says smoothly, as if he’s been practicing it for years. He turns back into himself before winking at you, causing all the children to squeal. Some of them even run to push you closer to camilo.

You mentally plead for the blood to escape your cheeks, but your blush doesn’t cease. Did he really just call me attractive?

“Ay, i have to go now, hijos,” Camilo waves. He high fives all the children and gives antonio his lunch before turning away.

As all of you watched him go, you could’ve sworn you saw him steal another glance of you as he rounded the corner. Once again, you touch your cheeks and still feel the burning blush residing on your skin.

You were incredibly flustered and all he had done was call you attractive.

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chippedaxe · 3 years

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𝒻𝑜𝓇𝒷𝒾𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝒻𝓇𝓊𝒾𝓉

┌─── ･｡ﾟ★: *.☪ .* :☆ﾟ. ───┐

Warning(s): NSFW! Minors dni, coarse language, praising, virginity, crying, size kink, I didn't edit this.

Pairing: c!Dream XD x Reader

Synopsis: You two are forbidden lovers, A god can not be with a human. You give the god your virginity (the purest thing you can offer) in order to lose your mortality.

Pronouns: AFAB they/them

Word count: 1.5K

└─── ･｡ﾟ★: *.☪ .* :☆ﾟ. ───┘

Your hands were soft and your skin was thin, this was another small reminder to the god that you are indeed a human and you (like any other human) are weak. "My dear, are you sure you do not require netherite armor? Your fingers are starting to bruise.." The god pondered with concern.

"My fingers aren't bruising, they're just turning slightly red from the cold. I'll be fine, stop worrying so much, it's not like I'm going to die out of nowhere" You shrugged it off and got back to picking at the grass "Why do you harm earth like that?" DreamXD flew beside you, his head rotating to look down on you.

"It'll grow back" you respond nonchalantly "That's not the point, why're you pulling it out?" DreamXD reminded you of a curious bird, "I guess I just like the feeling of ripping it out? I don't know, it's just a habit I picked up" You answered "You should stop or else the grass will start picking at you" The god poked at you jokingly "hey! Watch your hands" you pushed him away playfully.

DreamXD fell back into the grass and laughed "hah! You're my favorite little human, I love you" DreamXD reached out to touch your hair "I love you too, my god" you kiss his hand as it caresses your face. "I wish we didn't have to move around so much, I really enjoy these moments we have together" you sighed "I want to give you the world, I really do but I'm not allowed to have such affiliations with humans" The god lowered his head and turned away sadly.

"Then I wish I wasn't human, I'd be a stinking chicken if it allowed me to see you more, my love" you spoke your heart out as you were basically begging the god not to leave you alone "That's not how the world works, my dear. You can't just suddenly go changing what you are" DreamXD touched your face with his large hand "Why not? Why can't you grant me this one wish? You're meant to be a god, please do this for us!" You pleaded.

"I would get in a lot of trouble for doing such a thing to a human like you, why couldn't you of fallen for my human counterpart, my dear? Why'd you have to make this so hard on us?" DreamXD pouted "He's different, he's not like you" you quickly spat back out "you said you'd give the world for me!" you exclaimed "so- give me immortality! make me like you- what do I have to do??" You were trying so hard.

"I think.." DreamXD began to speak as he thought to himself, his wings lifted to scratch his head gently "yes.. That might work.." His glowing eyes glanced up to meet yours "I think if you give me something, I'll be able to turn you into some kind of higher being. I'm not sure what you'll be if you turn out to be a god or just some weird demi-god.."

You smiled and wrapped your arms around him happily, you would give your god anything to be with him "Anything! What do you need, my soul?" you were so eager and precious "You're so pure darling~ But no.. I need something very important" DreamXD lifted your chin with his slender fingers and he leaned in to kiss you.

"Y/n, I need to take your virginity" your face went red as the god explained what he needed from you "It's one of the most purest things you can offer to a god which makes it so valuable, with your gift I will be able to bestow upon you an amazing blessing.." He held you in his many pairs of arms, you were so tiny and small compared to him.

"Anything for you.." You whispered to him, your hands wrapping around his neck.

DreamXD's hands moved under your shirt to touch your skin, he hummed in some sort of delight when he felt your warm chest "you feel so warm~" he smiled "DreamXD-" you breathed out his name as he was slowly touching and praising you. "S-Shouldn't I be worshiping you instead?" you gulped "No, don't worry about pleasing me, dear" he kissed your forehead and continued his actions.

The God had another set of his arms grasp onto your legs, his hands traveling upwards to grab onto the soft flesh of your thighs "ah!" you gasped meekly when his fingertips dug in gently. His other hands feeling up your chest and his fingers dancing along your back, trailing up your spine.

You sheepishly moved your arms from the god to unbutton your shirt, your chest now revealed to the god. DreamXD licked his lips before leaning in and peppering kisses across your collarbone and neck, his hands not leaving your soft mounds of skin. "DreamXD- you're so amazing.." you mumbled quietly.

"you're so soft and perfect, I couldn't want any other creature but you.." DreamXD closed his eyes and inhaled your scent. Your hands moved to start taking off your bottoms, your underwear sliding down with them "you're such a good human for presenting yourself to your god without him having to ask~"

DreamXD wasted no more time and his hand found its way to your clit, his thumb brushing over it gently which made you yelp "ah!" you jumped from the sudden pleasure. The God took notice of this and used one set of his arms to hold you down, another hand using its fingers to stretch you open.

You squealed and tried to move away "is this too much for you? We can always try another time" DreamXD offered to stop "No- No- please don't stop! I just.. I've never really put anything inside before" you admitted embarrassedly "I'll go a bit slower for you then, my dear" The god continued but slowly this time, one of his fingers curling up inside of you.

"I fear you're not going to be able to fit on my cock, you're so small compared to me and you're barely taking my fingers" You whined as you heard him say that, you wanted needed him to fuck you and take your virginity. "Please try!" You exclaimed while trying to fuck yourself on his fingers to make a point that maybe you would be able to take his big length.

"Y- you're a god.. Can't you do anything to help?" you asked "I can't exploit my powers for things like this" DreamXD crossed his arms, you huffed "p- please try to fuck me now, please" You pleaded "I worry I'll hurt you" DreamXD was hesitant "then I'll do it" you stood up in his lap.

You leaned forward and moved his cloak out of the way, your hands working the zipper down to let his cock spring out. Your eyes went wide as you saw how big he was down there, he was right! How in the fuck could you fit this inside?? You gulped nervously and slowly got on top of him, his rod sliding in painfully slow.

You didn't expect him to be able to bottom out but he finally did, his whole thing was now inside of you and you were on the verge of tears. "I can see that you're in pain, let's just stop, we can try another day" DreamXD wiped your tears away "It's fine- this is a normal thing, it's normal to hurt.. Let's just wait it out for a bit please" DreamXD listened to you and waited for you to get adjusted.

You tried to move while on his cock but it seemed close to impossible with how much he had you filled up "um.. could you please- f- fuck me?" You laughed awkwardly, you wanted to desperately take control and fuck yourself on him but you literally couldn't! "Anything for you my dear" The God moved so he was now thrusting into you gently.

You whined and squealed in pleasure "Ah! W0 Woah!" You squirmed in his touch, his hands were on your hips to keep you steady as he kept fucking into your cunny. "It feels so good, thank you so much for your perfect offering.. Your body is the most perfect temple that I've ever been in" DreamXD kissed you passionately as he kept going.

His hips shuddered against yours, his eyes dimming for just a moment as he was fucking you "ah.. So good, please cum for me.." DreamXD wrapped a pair of hands around your waist and another pair was playing with your tits, "I- I feel weird!" you told the godly man "that's good, release that pressure you have building up" DreamXD went faster as he was close.

You covered your mouth as your back arched, your legs were shaking so much as your pussy spasmed around his cock and you came. "FUCK" DreamXD cursed out as he came right after you, coating your insides with some kind of godlike sperm. "C- Can we be together forever now.. Please?" you huffed out on the ground as you tried to catch your breath "Forever and ever my dear, you're my god" he then gave you one final kiss as you drifted into sleep.

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A/n: This is kinda my first post on here so sorry if it's bad 😢 It's also been a while since I wrote fanfiction and tbh I'm a bit intimidated??? Anyways thank u sm for reading !!

#dreamxd smut #DreamXD #mcyt smut #mcyt x reader #dreamxd x y/n #dream smp smut #c!dreamxd #smut

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · 2 years

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Can you do a 21 year old Felix and a 20 year old pepa fucking on the couch and i’ve been thinking about it and I just had to come to my favorite reader to do it for me ?

I've done one or two of this before, but we love some couch fucking, so??

(Also thank you??? I love hearing that you guys love my work)

Husband. That was a word she never thought she'd say when talking about Félix. But it was true, he was in fact, her husband. Her man. And, hopefully, the soon to be father of her children. But that didn't matter, not yet. Right now, she had to focus on his cute ass on the living room couch, fast asleep. Ugh, he was so cute, sleeping like a damn baby, you could just swaddle him. She put the bags from her shopping trip down, but pulled out the case of beer she bought specifically for him. She sat down on the couch next to him, and pressed one of the cold bottles against his exposed chest. He jumped up quickly, and of course, immediately looked to her in suspicion.

"Hijole- that was my good nipple! You better have a good reason for waking me up!"

"I got you your favorite beer."

"...okay that is a good reason."

She chuckled as she opened the bottle for him, and waited for him to sit up, before cuddling his side. They've been married for barely a month, and the honeymoon phase was still in full affect.

"Why do you always call that one your good nipple anyway? What's wrong with the other one?"

"Nothing, I just trust this one more."

She snorted, and from the grin on his face, she could tell that was his goal.

"Are you saying your other nipple is suspicious?"

"I'm just saying I don't trust it. Do we need the FBI? Maybe."

"FBI?"

"Federal Boob Investigation, very serious stuff."

She snorted even harder, lightly smacking his chest in the process.

"You are SO stupid. You make me laugh."

"And THAT'S why we're married. Aside from the fact that I'm pretty damn guapo~"

"Ugh, you are. I saw the most handsome man in all the Encanto, and I just snatched him up. Him and his weird nipples."

"Hey don't start that shit, they're not weird, they're suspicious, different."

He just wouldn't stop making her smile. She un did one button on his shirt, trying to look casual about it.

"I could just inspect them, you know."

"Oh well praise you for taking on such an important job. Is this you hinting that you want this off?"

"God yes, please take it off."

He finished his beer in a quick swig, and took off his shirt, handing it to her to do what she wished with it. She took it from him, smothering her face against it.

"I've never met a woman so obsessed with shirts."

"Not shirts, just you."

"...Pepa, I think I REALLY want to kiss my wife right now."

"I THINK she'd let you~"

He was stupid romantic, cupping her face as he enveloped her lips with his own. His hands were so big and so strong, it made her feel just oh so safe. She reached over during the kiss, letting her hand roam his stupid sexy chest hair. He grinned a minute into his, his stupid, dreamy eyes meeting her own.

"Think she'd let me do something else?"

"Depends. What'd you have in mind?"

"I'm thinking about fucking her tight pussy, right on the couch."

"Blunt. She likes it~"

Panties were peeled off, dresses were pulled down, and her absolute favorite part-

"I know something else she likes. You want me to do the thing?"

She clapped her hands excitedly, nodding in excitement.

"Just once! You're SO good at it!"

"Who am I to tell my wife no?~"

He pulled our his belt from his pants loop, bunched it up in his hand, and let it SMACK against the nightstand next to the sofa. It was so loud and exciting, it made her squeal like a little schoolgirl. And of course, he loved HER sound, making him pull her right against his clothed boner.

"I HATE that you do that! You do it all loud! You did it from the other room yesterday, you made me drop all the clothes!"

He made her keep her chin up, lightly clicking his tongue.

"Mami dropped Papi's clothes? That sounds like something I should punish you for~"

The leather in his hands brushed against her bare ass, and it made her just oh so excited, she swore she was shaking.

"You're such a mean, mean husband, Félix Madrigal."

"GOD I love my new name. I think THAT was my favorite wedding gift. Not nice enough for me NOT to punish you-oh my god you are DRIPPING right now. You like that belt thing, don't you baby?"

She felt him swipe a finger over her folds, and sure enough, his finger was absolutely drenched in her arousal. She whimpered, biting into her nail at the very thought.

"Could you just. Do it one more time? I swear that's all I need. Please, for your wife?"

"Aw, you're begging. And do I get to pound that pussy after?"

She nodded quickly, and that was enough for him. He gripped onto the belt in his hand, letting her get a good look at it, before he yet again, with much more force this time, SMACKED it against the wooden furniture. It was louder than even her angriest thunder, and it was too fucking much for her. She smashed her lips against his, and after angrily freeing his cock from his clothes, she sank onto him. He was so thick, how he fit into her little pussy was an absolute feat, even with how sopping wet he just made her.

"Follate a tu esposa, follala ahora!"

He dropped the belt, for the sake of letting both his hands grip onto her ass, and help move her in order to properly fuck her. It wasn't just the thick cock inside of her, it wasn't just the fact that they were on the couch, it was looking into her husband's eyes as he fucked her, properly and roughly. He stole a few kisses from her, stealing what little breaths she had in between the very hot and humid air surrounding them. They were dreamy, they were trusting, she wanted him snf only him for the rest of their days.

"Come on, you've got that fucking tongue, give it to Papi."

She kept her tongue out for him, letting him sloppily taste it in between their loud, lust fueled kisses. It was primal, it was messy, and like the fluids gushing from between her legs, it was everything she wanted.

"Félix please, please please, finish inside of me, please please!"

"You think I'm NOT gonna stuff MY wife's pussy? Pepi, it's like you don't even know me. You just gotta so one little thing for me first."

She knew what he meant. Knew that she HAD to cum before him. She didn't have to try really, not with his cock hitting just the perfect spots, not with his giant man hands digging into the flesh of her ass. What finished her off? One good, hard, smack to her ass. She felt her head toss back as she came all over the poor man. It was so jarring, so sudden, she swore lightning struck the damn house. Then. Oh then. He growled right into her fucking ear like the manimal he was, and came. His cum was thick, not, and she swore it was just as good as another orgasm. It seeped into her sensitive walls, it filled her, just how a proper wife should be filled. They sat there for a moment, sweaty, panting, absolute messes. Pepa chuckled as Félix, a bit roughly, tossed her to the side of the sofa. She chuckled at him, her heel gently nudging his sensitive cock.

"Félix?"

"Pepa please, at least let a man count to ten here!"

If she really wanted to cum again, he'd find other ways to satisfy her, but his dick was too damn sensitive to do anything at the moment.

"No no, idiota! I have a question."

"The answer is yes, I'd absolutely love another beer-"

He caught her scowl, and chuckled nervously, lifting her foot up to kiss it in apology.

"I'm sorry mi vida, go on."

"I'm wondering, now that we're married...can I stop taking birth control?"

She'd wanted babies ever since she was sixteen. But she promised him she'd take birth control, and marriage didn't automatically change their agreement. He seemed to mull it over for a second, distracted by rubbing her foot for her.

"You don't think we're too young? And we haven't been married long."

"I know, I know but. You'd make such a good Papi. I just know it."

He sighed a bit, genuinely giving it some thought.

"I appreciate you not getting off of it the second we got married. It really shows how much I can trust you. Alright. You want babies, let's have babies."

"You...you mean it?"

"Si. Course, this means we're going to have to...keep trying~"

He was suddenly crawling on top of her, and she giggled as she accepted a few kisses.

"I'm never scared of a little...hard work~"

A few more kisses, a few inappropriate touches, and she was ready to finally start trying.

"Hey guys have you seen Julieta's herb basket? She-OH I'M SORRY!"

Augustín was suddenly in the doorway, covering his face at the sight of them. Félix snorted, more amused than embarrassed.

"You'd think the humidity would be a hint, bro."

Pepa sighed, not finding herself embarrassed either.

"It's upstairs in her room, on her dresser. And if you keep this a secret, I won't tell Julieta you didn't cover your eyes right away."

"W-i was in SHOCK!"

"You still saw my tits. Deal or not?"

"Okay okay, deal. Imma just. Go."

Pepa chuckled as she kissed Félix's cheek.

"Shouldn't you help him get there? He's not uncovering his eyes."

"Eh he's got it. Bro, there's beers if you want any!"

"Thank you!"

He was about to fuck her again, when a crash was heard in the distance. Félix sighed, and slowly got off of her.

"I'll go help him."

Félix was going to make a wonderful father.

#asks #not transformers #encanto #lemon #we love these two and their breeding kink #and yes Augustín catching them is probably the best you guys are gonna get to Augustín x Pepa

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Hard to forget, pt. 1

✿ Pairing: Female reader x Taehyung ✿ Genre: Romance, twin flames ✿ AU: Coffeeshop ✿ Warnings: mature, explicit language ✿ Word count: 2.7k

You have to find the reason why your paths have crossed in this life.

The answer is there, right in front of you.

The breeze brushed gently against his face, making his eyes narrow at the sea-scented caressed. His crimson lips widened in a beautiful smile hard to forget.

It wasn't the first time I'd seen him around here. He would come back every day around 5 o’clock.

Just before sunset.

“Why don't you just ask him out instead of staring at him for hours?”

Lara whispers in my ear, causing me to jump a little in my place. My elbow slips down the bar, hitting my face in the process.

“Dammit, Lara” I whisper, caressing my cheek.

“You do know that every time he comes to the café you keep staring at him creepily?” She goes silent, expecting me to answer.

“Stop it, okay? I do know that, it’s just… I cannot help myself," I reply, shrugging.

“But hey, I don’t blame you. I mean… who wouldn’t keep looking at that hottie?” She said while returning to work.

Lara could be unbearably persistent if she wanted to.

"Go on, ask," I turn around to face her.

"Well…" Lara frowns in thought. “It seems strange to me that when you started working here a few weeks ago, he started coming over more often than usual.”

“Or it may just be nothing. Maybe he has more free time or I don't know, I've never stopped thinking about it.” I shrug my shoulders, again.

“Perhaps…”

I doubted that his constant presence was because of me, maybe he just liked our coffee, the view or the music, I don't know! There could be so many motives...

That is the moment when lovers meet again. Did you know that everything is divinely planned?

There are no coincidences here.

❊

The afternoon was a bit busier than I thought, thanks to the beginning of high season, which only meant one thing: crowded places with tourists.

My gaze runs around the place until I reach his silhouette, taking me by surprise that he was also looking at me. I smile out of courtesy to which he returns to me.

The connection between two lost souls is immediate, as well as the growing attraction between them, even if it is not obvious at first glance.

It was almost closing time.

More customers were leaving, yet he remained seated while calmly reading.

While I was finishing small details of the sketch, an unknown feeling of familiarity came to my mind and a few brief flashbacks suddenly flooded me…

“____.”

“Tae!”

My notebook slips through my hands, causing a dry sound when it falls on the ground.

"____, are you okay?" Lara asks, helping me to pick up my sketchbook and pencils.

"Yes, I think so…"

But if it was just my imagination, why did it felt so real?

I excuse myself before running to the loo, blinded with tears. I look at my reflection in the mirror, my face was slightly sweaty and pale.

When you really pay attention you will feel alienated, as if that face you see is unalike.

But how could they be memories if they weren't mine?

For an instant, that seemed like hours, the rapid palpitations inside my chest stopped.

Contradictory, I know. But if I was sure of anything, it was that person wasn’t me.

This is the most dangerous for those who refuse to see their reality, since they will live in lies for the rest of their lives.

❊

The warm breeze hits my face when I open the door of the café. I take a deep breath, clutching my hand to the handles of my tote bag before heading down the stairs. The night was clear, so you could clearly see the stars that decorated the black sky.

I walk aimlessly for several minutes trying to avoid any kind of thoughts, while my body moves by itself among people.

I take one last bite of the sandwich I don't remember packing, after throwing the plastic bag into the garbage. I only remembered bringing the small sketchbook with me.

I felt that the answer I was looking for was right there, but why?

"It’s a beautiful night, isn't it?" Says the woman, suddenly appearing from inside the shop.

"It is," I smile crookedly.

Her eyes narrow a little, while her wrinkles become clearer below the streetlights. Her hair is black and long, but a few gray hairs wouldn’t go unnoticed.

“Were you looking for something in particular?” She asks politely.

"Not really," I shake my head. “I’m not sure why I came here, my body just guided me to this place.”

“Well, everything has a reason, little one…”

The lady smiles again, but this time I notice the feeling of ease and comfort. I cross my arms at the sudden chill that runs through my body.

“I see that you are somewhat closed and distrustful, there is nothing to fear…” Her warm hands rubbed my bare arm.

"I… I don't know what you're trying to say."

“It will never be a waste of time to guide a lost soul that’s crying out for help.”

"You've been remembering things, haven't you?" The lady yells before I get lost in the crowd.

The woman offers me to walk her home, and long before I could say no, my body is guided by her unknown vibe.

The house was close to the beach, so in the background you could hear the waves beat against the stones, and from its facade I could deduce that it was more than 50 years old.

The sound of waves settles between us.

"How did you know I had 'memories'?" I interrupt the silence among us.

"You could say that I am a witch, as historically we women with ancestral knowledge have been called." Her slim figure occupies the front seat.

"I see..." She whispers.

“What?” I ask curiously.

"Patience, ____.”

My hand that was holding the cup suddenly lost its strength. I carefully leave the mug on the plate. I don’t recall giving her my name at any moment, how did she…

“How do you know my name...?” I look at her skeptically. She grins at me, as if she was having fun with this situation.

“Have you ever heard of reincarnation?” She interlocks her hands on her lap.

“I've heard very little on the subject. But as I already told you, I’m not one to believe much on these types of things.”

The woman gives me a warm smile after cupping my hands between hers. Weirdly, her affectionateness makes my muscles relax.

She goes silent once more, deeply analyzing the message of the cards in front of her.

I look at the cards in front of me for a few seconds in an attempt to process everything that the lady told me.

It's been in front of you all this time.

❊

I look for my shelter in the pale light of the moon.

Despite having a hard time understanding everything about that strange woman, something deep inside of me knew that it was the only rational response to so much uncertainty.

And if they are here and now, is what truly matters. You just have to find the reason why your paths have crossed in this life.

The answer is there, right in front of you.

Just look it up.

That means… I’ve been getting these memories back without realizing?

Every sketchbook belonged to each year in which I have dedicated myself to this art, which meant that I had been drawing a stranger for the past four years…

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thesunicarusfellfor · 3 years

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Mortal of Gold - Part 3

(Yandere!C!Techno x GN!Shy!Reader x Yandere!C!Philza)

Anyone want my list of the characters as gods? There were a few characters that I couldn't think of like Ponk, so I just left them out. ANYWAY. Hi, how's it going? ALSO I CANT EDIT THIS DAMN POST AND THE SPELLING ERRORS ARE SO IRRITATING

Part 1 Part 2 TW: Mention of amnesia, memories being altered Send me a message via inbox if you wanna be added to a general or series tag list. Make sure to turn off anon, please. ------- “They weren’t born… A mortal?”

A light wind brushed over your features, causing you to give a small sigh and roll over onto your side in an attempt to block the light from hitting your lidded eyes. It was nice and quiet for once… “(Y/n)?” A distorted voice echoed softly, causing you to flinch a bit. You opened your eyes slightly to see a silky blackbird sitting on the sheets beside you, a few golden trinkets laying beside it. Upon seeing your eyes slide open, the creature hopped up onto its legs and began making soft cooing noises, “(Y/n)! (Y/n), you’re awake!” Glancing around at the surroundings you had been placed in, racking your mind for any sort of familiarity but failing to come up with anything at all, even who you were. You sat up, slowly brushing your fingers along your ombre silk clothing before putting your hands on the sheets below your body, frowning as you didn’t recognize the bed as yours. “Hello…” You murmured softly, reaching your hand out to the crow who eagerly jumped forward to nuzzle your hand. The feathers of the bird felt… Odd. They felt more like grabbing at misty fog, but with a light staticky cotton texture that caused a buzzing sensation on your fingertips, “I’m sorry, my memory… Seems to be a tad faulty… Could you tell me your name?” “I’m Chat, Dadza- er… Philza’s familiar! I was a gift from Mumza, oops... Kristen, the Goddess of Void and Death.” It chirped, its voice having multiple layers in your head, causing you to shake your head a slight bit, “No, they’re not married, only parental figures to the souls that pass on to the afterlife or those they saved sometime before they passed on… I believe they have more of a co-worker relationship.” You nodded slightly, pursing your lips at how the creature’s voice sounded in your mind. It was unsettling and caused shivers to crawl up and down your back, but at the same time, it was incredibly calming and had a soothing aura. How that worked, you had no clue whatsoever. Brushing off the unsettling voice of the bird, you decided to focus on the name that caused a light to go off in your head, “Alright… Philza… I think I remember that name…” “Yeah! Dadza- Eck… Sorry. Phil, he’s the God of Survival and Crows! He controls not only every crow in the mortal land, but he also controls whether or not someone will survive a situation. If there is no way that the mortal can survive, he will send a crow down and have them guide the soul of the mortal to him! Then he escorts them to Kristen! He has gained the name Angel of Death because he works for Mumza!” You decided not to question why the crow called Philza and Kristen Mumza and Dadza, knowing that you’d probably find out later, but by the sound of it Chat seemed to be multiple children, “Okay… Makes sense…” You mumbled slowly, nodding your head up and down. With a sigh you slowly brought your legs over to the side of the bed, only now becoming aware of how large the soft mattress was. Lowlands! (Hell) You could probably fit six people who were ten feet tall in it with room to roam! Pushing yourself off the bed, you also realized how high the beautiful bed was off the floor, Gods, whoever lived here was tall! Behind you, you heard a small chirp, and you saw Chat watching you curiously. With a small shrug, you decided to pick the familiar up and hold it in your cupped hands as you walked out the door, “Oooh! Dadza never carries us like this, and Technoblade does only when he’s about to yeet us out a window!” “Yeet?” You scowled in confusion as you walked through the arched doorway, your bare feet padding silently on the quartz flooring, “I'm scared to ask. Technoblade? Is he also a god of some things? He sounds familiar as well…” “That’s its word for throwing something. Well, it yells the word when they throw something or get thrown, so I assume it’s yelling in excitement,” A deep voice spoke from in front of you, causing you to gasp and lift your head from the crow. The telepathic chirping and squeaks from Chat in your mind quickly formed the name Technoblade, so… You had a feeling that your answer was on its way past his

lips, “I’m Technoblade, or Techno, the God of Blood and War. It’s… nice to see you finally awake…” He shifted awkwardly on his feet as you curiously studied him. His appearance could certainly be described as godly if anyone asked you. His long pink hair was mostly twisted and tied into a braid with bits of golden chain and a polished golden crown adorned with rubies, garnets and diamonds. Upon his pale skin, dozens of scars of varying sizes decorated his skin in different areas, but they were displayed in an almost proud manner. Almost. When he spoke, his dark pink eyes hidden behind cracked glasses searched your form for any sort of injury, “I’m… (Y/n)... I think. I don’t know if this bird is exactly trustworthy in its information… Do you know where I am?” Techno snorted as Chat gave an offended squawk at your statement, “That’s very fair, to be honest. You’re in the Tundra of the Upperlands, and this is my palace. No there is no snow, I believe the person who named this place has never looked into the name or word Tundra, but it’s been like this for too long to change it-” He paused for a moment as he noticed you looking extremely confused, “Ah. Right. Desert. Don’t worry about it.” “Oh… Okay…” You frowned at the tusked male for a moment before shaking your head, deciding not to question it much, “Now, uh… How did I get here, and why don’t I remember anything about myself? Or, about you and this Philza guy, I was told about.” You lifted Chat slightly toward Techno as a silent indication that Chat was the one who told you about Phil. “That’s uh… Phil’s field of expertise.” He rubbed the back of his head with his black-tipped fingers before adjusting his crown, “I don’t understand much of what happened, and Phil will tell you what you need to know that will keep you safe.” Hesitantly, he held his free hand out towards you making you realize that he was easily over seven and a half feet tall, “C’mon, I’ll take you to him and get you the answers you need.” His hand was extremely steady, you noticed as you stared down at it cautiously. Once you noticed that he didn’t seem to want to do you harm, you slowly shifted Chat into one hand and used your free hand to take the one extended to you, which you couldn’t help but notice, made Technoblade very happy, “Okay. Thank you.” The god held your hand in his calloused one for a few moments before beginning to lead you down the tan and white hallways that were turned a light golden hue from the rising sun. It was quite a long walk filled with a slightly uncomfortable silence, but you distracted yourself by looking around the palace curiously. It was obvious he was the God of War by how many swords hanging on walls and sets of armour he had placed on armour stands in the hallways. Eventually, he walked you through an archway that led into a wide-open room with multiple windows that had many crows perched on the windowsills, some chirping and singing some little tune in perfect unison while others shuffled around, seeming to do a little dance. You were quick to realize the whistling of one of the birds didn’t match up and noticed that it was coming from the man with the large white and green striped hat as well as massive black feathered wings dangling on his back, fluffing themselves up every so often. When you and Techno stepped in, the blackbirds started chirping loudly, losing the rhythm of the tune the winged man was whistling as Chat started telepathically squealing about… 2/4? Two out of four what? “Ah!” The hat-wearing male turned around and clasped his hands together upon seeing you standing up, “(Y/n), you’re awake. I was worried the injuries you sustained were enough to keep you out cold for a few more weeks. I’m glad to see I was wrong. I’m Philza, God of Survival and Crows, and I see you’ve met Chat and Techno. Pesky bird, I told it not to wake you...” You pursed your lips for a moment, analyzing the shorter god as the bird squealed out its protests. While he was shorter than Techno, he was certainly tall, standing roughly around six feet tall, his wingspan

probably double that for each wing! His blonde hair was long around his face but was pulled into a loose braid like Techno’s was, although instead of gold intertwined into his hair, it was silver. His outfit was made up of a loose green shirt and black pants, with a red heart-shaped pendant dangling off of a chain into the center of his chest. Why did that pendant… Look familiar? You slowly rose your hand up and clasped at the pendant around your neck, noticing how Philza smiled softly, “Technoblade… Said you could tell me why I can’t remember anything?” “You’re still wearing my gift, I see,” Philza gave a soft hum as Chat jumped from your hand and onto his shoulder, before gesturing for you and Techno to take a seat where he already had drinks and some form of cakes set out, but they certainly weren’t there when you came in. Upon seeing your confused blinking, he gave a soft laugh, “I’m a god, mate, magic is no difficult task for me, let alone creating some measly tea and desserts. Now, sit down and I will tell you everything…” - General - None Mortal of Gold -@generalalmond @binas-idea-vault @ohworm-writes

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