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mattsrod · 1 month

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- ; CHRIS STURNIOLO ; -

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- ; warnings - use of toys, plot(?), smut, established relationships , mutual masturbation,

- ; 11:13 am

you and chris left the house early this morning before matt and nick had even opened their eyes.

usually, you and chris would sleep later than them considering the nights you had together.

but no, last night you two went to sleep extremely early as your morning plans would require you to.

because in the afternoon while you were at work you received a text from your boyfriend.

and this lead to where you are now.

in a sex shop.

in downtown LA.

at 11:30 in the morning.

- ; 11:28 am

"chris if you get a boner from those sex dolls we are leaving."

"too late."

although he was joking, you still shot him a look.

but he didnt look back.

instead, he was looking at the large array of vibrators infront of you two.

"what are you thinking?" he asked, looking at you attentively.

"of you fucking me with one of these." you turned your head and looked up at him innocently.

"i meant what kind of vibrator are you thinking of getting dumb a-"

"is there anything in specific you two are looking for?" a voice chimed in before chris could finish his retort.

it was a store employee with purple hair and a face adorned with peircings whose name tag read "sapphire"

"im just looking for something to make my girl feel good." chris answered way too casually.

you again, shot him a look, but his eyes were locked onto 'sapphire'

"well, we have a lot of that here!" she laughed awkwardly.

you cracked a smile back.

chris stayed expressionless before saying, "well do you recommend anything for first timers?"

how the fuck is he so casual about this? you thought.

"i think i have just the thing! its on the pricier side.. so let me know if you want something cheaper!"

sapphire then walked to the back of the store where you heard the rustling of boxes.

"damn that bitch talks a lot." you whispered

chris giggled at your remark before the purple haired girl came back with a fairly large box labled: inspiring vibrating wand: powerful vibrations

the box was about a foot tall with a long black well, wand, on the front. it had a bright orange label that had '149.99' on it.

intimated by the large thing, you looked at chris, who was smirking and shaking his head in delight.

"we'll take it." he said like he had done this a million times before.

"alright, perfect! meet me over at the register." sapphire walked over to the counter.

"chris!" you whispered sharply. "thats too expensive!"

you tugged on his hoodie to prevent him from waking over to the counter.

he stopped walking and turned around"hey, anything to make my girl feel good, alright?"

you couldn't help it but get red in the face at this.

you obliged and followed him to the register, thinking about what was to come.

- ; 11:44 am

the ride home was excruciating.

you pressed your thighs together as you thought of how your new item would be used.

"you alright, baby?" chris put his hand on your thigh, not taking his eyes off of the road.

you squirmed impatiently under his touch

"i might have to you the wand on you right when you get home, huh?"

-; 12:00 pm

you entered chris's room and sat on his bed.

chris walked in a few moments later, the box in hand.

he immediately sat down next to you and started opening it up.

he pulled out an instruction manual first, "damn they have a whole instruction manual for this bitch? maybe we shouldve gotten something different.."

you laughed. "it's probably just how to clean it or some shit."

"oh, then we will definitely need that." he looked up at you and smiled, gaining an ego boost after saying that.

you smacked his hand playfully.

then he took out the wand and clicked the button to the highest setting.

the head of it wirred loudly, which startled the both of you.

chris quickly turned it off and laughed, he tried to pretend he wasn't thinking about overstimulating your dripping cunt with it.

but, his manhood gave him away.

"we might just have to use this now." chris said playfully as he discarded the box onto the floor, leaving 6 inches between you and chris.

"but chris" you were cut off by a sloppy kiss on the lips from chris.

he pushed you down on the bed hovering over you, kissing you.

when you finally caught your breath you spoke, "what if matt and nick hear?"

"pfft. they wont be up for at least another 2 hours."

you giggled and resumed sloppily kissing.

lips still interlocked, chris moved to the side so you could take your sweatpants off, and you did the same for him.

the kiss lasted a few more minutes before chris could bear it anymore, and he took his boxers off.

you broke the kiss so you could look at his soaking member.

he stroked it a few times before picking up the wand.

you swallowed, it burned.

he turned it on the second lowest setting and pressed it against your cunt.

"mmh.." you let out a small moan in response.

chris moved the vibrator up and down your clothed pussy.

his cock twitched as he could visibly see how turned on you were by this.

and although you were extremely stimulated by the wand, his aching cock didnt go unnoticed by you.

you grabbed the wand from chris's hand, signaling for him to take off your panties.

he happily obliged to this, taking them off with his teeth, which grazed you as he did so.

he lowered his tounge down onto your pussy, licking it.

you shuddered.

he licked your pussy again, this time with more strength.

he licked again and again and again until he couldnt help himself from sucking.

you moaned loudly.

your hand was getting sore from holding the vibrator, so you brought it down and rested it against chris's leaking tip.

"fuck." he moaned into your pussy, sending vibrations up your core.

this went on for a few more moments until chris's hips started to shudder, and your breathing became more rapid.

chris sat up, taking the vibrator off of its resting place on his dick, and bringing it up to your pussy.

he stroked his cock at the sight of your cunt, and you convulsing.

as much as you were enjoying this, you still wanted to help chris, so you grabbed the base of his cock and moved his own hand off of it, jerking him off.

"oh yeah baby- fuck- just like that" he moaned out as the pace of your strokes increased, focusing on his tip.

you could tell he was getting close.

with he free hand he stuck two fingers into your pussy. curling them perfectly and they explored you.

but with the sight of your boyfriend jerking into your hand, vibrator which was now at the highest setting assaulting your cunt, the feeling you knew all too well crept up on you sooner than expected.

"fuck- chris im cumming!" you screamed, the pleasure washed over your whole body in waves.

you came all over his fingers, the movement of your hand on his cock become sloppy.

this was enough for chris to let out a long moan "shit- me too-"

he came all over your cunt, and the vibrator.

your breathing, although heavy, became synchronized with his.

"i guess we are gonna need that cleaning manual huh?"

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i have no fucken clue where i got this motivation to write so.. this took me like an hour tff😱

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sciencebecameouraddiction · 28 days

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title: i’m a good look on you

author: sciencebecameouraddiction

fandom: hazbin hotel

rating: M / NSFW

genre: angstish… romance

pairing: lucifer x reader

summary: with lilith back in the picture you tried very hard to keep the small, jealous voices away. but as she, charlie and lucifer all laugh at something at a party and he hand holds his shoulder, it’s hard to keep the green eyed monster away today.

warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT. MINORS DNI.

Smut under the keep reading, Minors DNI.

as you sipped your martini from the couch, you watched as lucifer and charlie were talking animatedly about something that tickled their fancy. a content smile stretching across your face, seeing your partner finally get along with his child, like you knew they would. charlie needed him, he needed charlie. what they didn’t need was her.

the woman who was gliding up to them, put her hands on both their shoulders and bent down, saying something that made both charlie and lucifer laugh. it was true, when lilith returned, she had explained that she had been gone for seven years and effectively, her and lucifer were divorced. you were amicable, polite and kind consistently to the woman, as you knew how much she meant to charlie. but there was an ugly feeling that reared its ugly head as you watched her grasp lucifer’s shoulder and he laughed so gleefully with them.

you diverted your attention, sipping your drink again and watching husk put on what looked like a magic show for angel. as you got lost in thought, you were yanked back down to reality as lucifer came over and sat on the arm of your chair.

“whatcha lookin’ at darlin’?” he asked, his cheeks tinged red.

“just watching husk and angel, they’re cute together.” you respond back with an easy smile, your hand lifting and resting high on lucifer’s thigh. his eyes widening at your brazen display.

“h-honey?” he asks, bewildered.

“hmmmmm?” you hum, slowly looking up at him and taking a sip of your drink.

“what’re…” his voice trailed off.

“making sure everyone here knows what’s mine, love.” you say easily, pressing a kiss against his neck while you tightened the grasp on his thigh. “could i pull you away from this party for just a moment, my king?” you ask lowly. you see him gulp as he tries to appear fine to everyone.

“yes.” he exhales out, relaxing when you lean away and take your hand off his thigh. “yes, you may.” he responds as you stand up, finish your drink and hold out your hand waiting for him. he takes your hand and you lead him quickly upstairs, hearing angel whistle after both of you, you shake your head. quickly heading to the bed room, you open the door for lucifer as he walks in looking at you questioningly.

“did i do something? you look upset.” he says coming toward you.

“you didn’t do anything to upset me luce. i just…” you sigh as you drag your hand through your hair, stress peeling off you now that you weren't the the middle of a party. you look in his citrine eyes and smile. “it seems so silly when you’re staring at me the way you are now.” you close the distance between you both and cup his face. his eyes widen in understanding.

“darling, you know…” he starts and you cut him off.

“i know. i know. i do know. it’s just hard, to look at you three and see how well you fit together and not feel like i’m the extra puzzle piece.” your voice comes out like a whisper as you tilt your head down, not wanting to actually look in his eyes.

“you’re not an extra puzzle piece. we weren't a puzzle that fit well either. maybe in some aspects, but not in the ones that end up counting for a relationship." lucifer shakes his head, "i mean, you’re the one who put me back together. i’m whole because of you. because of your love. i’m yours darling. nothin’ can change that.” lucifer easily lifts your head, looking into your eyes with a suave smile. you grin at him.

“you’re mine?” you ask, your voice an octave lower.

“all yours. however you want me.” he leans into you. “however you need me.” his voice is whispered past your ear and you shiver when his tongue traces the outer cartilage of your ear. your arms wrap around him easily as his name is growled out from your lips and he chuckles.

“how do you want me? hmmm, my love?” he asks, looking at you with half lidded eyes, your breathing fast against his face. you whine, barely containing yourself as you lift him straight up and fling yourself sitting on the bed. you situate him so he’s straddling you, giving him a height advantage as your hands settle on his hips. you quickly draw him into a kiss, feeling his tongue dart out asking for access. you allow him as your right hand trails from his hip to his ass, up his back and anchors in his hair, giving a slight pull. his cry engulfed by your kiss as you tug once more, your hands going back to his hips, guiding his rocking against your thigh.

you pull back, taking a breath as he bites his lip, trying to stay quiet. you stop his rocking and he looks at you upset and bewildered.

“don’t silence yourself. i want everyone in this hotel to know who’s making you feel like this.” you rock his hips against you punctuating the sentence. “who takes care of you.” you rock his hips against your thigh again, applying more pressure. “who put you back together…” you whisper against his ear as he cries out, your hands guiding his pliant hips relentlessly against your thigh.

“oh-oh-i-it’s too much. please! i-“ he cuts himself off with a moan.

“it’s not too much. or else you would have used your safe word.” you grin as his pretty eyes shine with shed tears.

“i-i’m going to… oh-please!” he cries out.

“you’re going to cum? hmmmm, luci? tell everyone who’s making you feel like this. say it. scream my name.” you growl against him, quickening his rutting against you. he screams your name as his release is confined in his clothes and he collapses into you, breathing heavily.

you smile and pet his head, pushing back his hair and dragging your fingers against his scalp. him almost purring in your lap. you were about to speak, breaking the silence, when suddenly a knock interrupted you.

“ummm, hey, dad?” you hear charlie ask. your eyes widen.

“um, yeah-“ lucifer clears his throat as his voice came out much higher than intended. “yea-yeah, charlie?”

“people are wanting to talk to you and have asked for you. so, you need to come back to the party!” charlie exclaims.

“i’ll be right there sweetie!” lucifer yells and you both wait until you can no longer hear footsteps any more. you sigh as lucifer gets off your lap and snaps his fingers looking strikingly put together. not at all like he had been begging to get off on your thigh moments before. you get up, smoothing out your dress when he snaps his fingers and your outfit is neatly put together too. you look at him and smile.

“i owe you later.” he looks you up and down, his eyes settling on yours.

“c’mon, party awaits for you, my king.” you tease him walking out as you shake your head, his cheeks turn bright red at the title you casually use to address him. “i’ll be holding you to what you said too.” you raise your eye brows a few times. he rolls his eyes and grabs your hand.

“stay by my side, okay?” he asks, before you both go down stairs. you beam at him and nod, both of you making a re-entrance to the party.

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seresinhangmanjake · 1 year

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Oh, Baby

Dad!Jake Seresin x female reader

Summary: You might not have been his girlfriend, but when you left town one night a month after sleeping together, it completely broke Jake's heart. Now, a year later, you've returned and you're not alone. You have a new little companion that just so happens to bear a startling resemblance to Jake.

Warnings/notes: its mostly fluffy. cursing, i think. mention of pregnancy. that might be it.

Words: 2900

Oh, Baby Masterlist / Masterlist

His Girls (Following Part)

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Staring is rude; that’s what his mama told him. That, and a handful of other little rules that didn’t fit the bill of ‘gentleman.' But he couldn’t recall a single one of them now. His mind was occupied and nothing else mattered. Maybe nothing else ever would. So he let himself stare.

You smiled and the air got trapped in his lungs for a moment before it decided to fight for freedom by way of harsh, sharp bursts. If his coughing drew the attention of others, he didn’t notice. It didn’t draw yours, and that was for the best. He needed another second to breathe; to watch your face light up under the influence of the infant in your arms.

Two months old, that’s what Rooster had told him.

You’d left town one night, leaving no note, no means of contact except through your parents who texted Rooster every once in a while to let him know you were Ok, but never to tell him where you were. Maybe they didn’t know either. Then, according to Rooster, you showed up at his door with a bag, a smile of apology, and a two-month-old baby cradled in a wrap around your chest.

Jake didn’t know what to do with that. He didn’t know how to process what you’d brought with you, or why you went to Rooster instead of him. Maybe one more thing that didn’t matter at the end of the day. As it was, everything in front of him was too much to handle.

“I don’t want to overstep,” Rooster said through the phone. His call had woken Jake, but the anxiety in Rooster’s tone cleared any grogginess faster than a cup of coffee. “Did you and Y/N ever…?”

Jake swallowed and sat up a little straighter in bed, running a hand down his face. Everyone had guessed there had been something going on between you and him. Everyone assumed that even if there wasn’t, if they were wrong, eventually the two of you would get there. You’d figure it out because it seemed inevitable. Jake had always hoped they were right. He’d pined for painfully long, and while it seemed like you felt something for him too, he wasn’t going to move until you did. And then you did.

It was simple, really. He thought there would be something more complex to the two of you finding your way into bed together, but it was so easy. So natural. Simple and easy and natural enough for you to seek him out three more times before you disappeared from his life, breaking a part of him as you did.

“Why do you ask?” Jake said.

“Um—fuck.” It was a soft curse from his friend’s mouth, just barely detectable through the speaker. But it carried a heavy weight with it that Rooster’s voice alone did not. “Are you sitting down?”

“Yea.”

“Good.”

The seconds passing were nearly as painful as the day you left—that moment he realized you were no longer in his bed. He’d called everyone. No one had an answer for him. “Rooster, what the fuck is going on?”

He sighed, which was never good. Rooster wasn’t much of the sighing type. Sighing meant thinking. And he wasn’t much of the thinking type anymore, either. Hadn’t been since Mav had knocked that behavior out of him while he was in the air. That new mentality just so happened to carry into the rest of his life, and he lived in a world of impulsivity. Don’t think, just do. It was the exact same with his words. Rooster only ever spoke his mind, didn’t hold back, didn’t hesitate, and yet now he was.

“She’s back, Jake," he finally said. "Showed up last night.”

His heart stopped beating. He felt it seize in his chest. And then it began again, starting with incredible force and livening his entire body.

“But, um…that’s not all,” Rooster continued. “She’s got a baby with her, and—” His breath was shaky, matching Jake’s hands. “Alright, I’m just going to say it—the kid looks exactly like you, Seresin. Spitting fucking image. Now, if you two never got together then I’ll chalk it up to a wild coincidence, but if you did…” He paused. “If you did, I think you need to get over here.”

Jake had never run so fast in his life, never driven so recklessly, never stormed through the front door of someone’s home the way he did Rooster’s, but how could he not?

“Where is she?”

Rooster shot to his feet from his spot on the couch. “At the store. She took the kid with her. We should probably wait—”

“The one down the street?”

“Yea, but—what are you doing?”

He was already at the door, the knob squeezed viciously in his grip. “I have to see for myself,” Jake said. “I won’t ambush her. I’ll keep my distance, but I have to see.”

And he saw…everything. The woman he loved, casually walking up and down the aisles of the grocery store, looking at labels and deciding on brands and placing things in a cart, with his baby strapped to her chest.

And that was his baby. He knew the moment he saw the eyes that were his, just smaller and on a face full of features that were also his, save for the curve of the lips that belonged entirely to you. Had his mother been by his side, she might’ve stumbled back from how similar this baby looked to her own. He would have too had his feet not been stuck to the floor.

Every bit of him was holding back from reaching for you as his instincts demanded of him, but he had to move before you saw him. You could turn your head at any moment. So he had to go.

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“When did you even…I mean, everyone always figured you would…but…when?”

Jake lifted his head from where it was resting over the back of the couch. “About a month before she left. A few times.”

Rooster nodded. “She’ll be back soon. Are you sure you want to do this now?”

“I–”

As if on cue, the front door opened and you stepped through with a bag of groceries in each hand, one of which fell when your eyes met Jake’s. Little jars rolled across the floor, making the only sound in the otherwise dead silence of the room. His lips parted, but nothing could slip out of them, nothing that would make reasonable sense, anyway. His mind was too much of a jumbled mess.

The baby broke the tension, its little wiggle causing you to glance down at the tiny head resting against your chest. You set the other bag down and took an immediate turn to the left through another door that Jake knew led to Rooster’s guest room. You returned a moment later, without the baby, your arms crossed in front of you as you walked toward him.

He thought he would be mad; maybe betrayed; at the very least bitter and devastated, but all he wanted was to pull you to him and hold you and kiss you and thank whatever deity necessary for returning you to him.

“You couldn’t have kept it to yourself for a little?”

He didn’t know what you meant until he realized you were looking directly at Rooster.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” Rooster replied. He nudged his head Jake’s way. “He was a fucking mess when you left, and it’s so obvious that the kid is—” He paused when your eyes fell to the wooden flooring. “I’m sorry. I’ll give you two some space.”

Jake waited until his friend was gone before he dared to take a step your way, but he stopped short at the hand you held up.

“Y/N…”

“I don’t want to argue with you,” you said. “I’m not going to get into why I did what I did other than to say that I thought it was best for you, me, and her.” Your arms fully uncrossed and one hand began to pick at the other’s fingernail. “At the time, anyway.”

“She’s mine.” It wasn’t a question. He knew it. He knew it in his soul that the little girl in the next room belonged to him as much as she did you. But still, he needed to hear you say it; needed to watch the shape of your lips form the words.

You nodded. “She’s yours.”

“And were you going to tell me?”

“I came back to tell you,” you said without a lick of hesitation in your voice; something that made him feel a bit lighter. “I wasn’t sure how I was going to do it yet, but I didn’t want her to wake up one day and start asking me fair questions that I only had unfair answers to. I couldn’t imagine telling her that her father had no idea she existed. So,” you took a deep breath, “I figured I’d see if you might want her, too.”

If. He could’ve laughed under different circumstances. If he wanted his daughter? There was nothing to mull over or consider. Of course, he wanted his daughter. Her and you, if you’d have him. But he couldn’t press that now.

“What’s her name?”

“My family calls her Evy, but it’s Eve.”

“After my grandmother?”

“She was always nice to me when she would come to town, and I know you love her.” Your shoulders rose and fell in a shrug, but he knew there was nothing nonchalant about it. It was a deliberate choice, a careful choice. You could’ve named her anything under the sun. You could’ve named her after your own family, but you didn’t. “I wanted our daughter to have something of you other than just your DNA.”

The weight was back. A heaviness in the air from the beauty of what you’d just confessed mixed with the undeniable question of What now? He wasn’t going to push you. You were in complete control, always had been. Control over him, over what happened between you, over the future he had once hoped you may share—the future he thought was lost, but maybe could now be found.

“Do you want to see her?”

His eyes widened, a confusing emotion filling his heart. He wasn’t sure you would offer, and giving him that chance swelled the love he felt for you. But more than that, adding to the confusing feeling was the hopeful note in your tone. Did you imagine he might deny you? Did you think he’d turn his child away?

“Yes,” he said with absolute surety, and by the grin you gave in return, he knew you felt his sincerity.

You turned, leading him into the room he’d spent a drunk night or two in. A room in which he’d woken up insanely hungover and begging for the sun to die just to give him some relief. The irony. He silently snickered. You moved aside, facing him as he took in the sight before him.

Your baby—his baby—laid on her back in the small travel crib, her eyes closed and body wrapped up snuggly in one of those sleep wraps he saw his sister use on her son. Her delicate face was so peaceful. Her long lashes rested on plump, rosy cheeks. Her lips were parted the slightest, the sweetest breaths making the softest of sounds. Her dusting of blond hair reflected the slim ray of sunlight sneaking through the drawn curtains turning the strands into pure gold.

Unshed tears stung the corners of his eyes.

“You can hold her if you want.”

“She’s—she’s asleep. I can’t—”

“She’s a heavy sleeper,” you said. “Honestly, the best baby, Jake.”

Of course, she is, he thought. If she was anything like you, she’d be perfect. She was already perfect.

Reaching into the crib, you carefully grabbed the baby and held her out to Jake. He’d held a baby before, plenty of times, but something about holding his own…he couldn’t describe it fully, just that it made his nerves fire off. His fingers began to twitch, but when he looked at you, he saw the familiar glassiness coating your irises and you nodded in encouragement.

That was all he needed: the mother of his baby asking him to hold their daughter. So he did, extending his arms and gratefully accepting his little gift.

She was so small. His hands and arms and chest dwarfed her compared to how she looked against your body. Up close, she was porcelain in form, fragile and light, and he would surrender his every breathing moment to protect what you and he had made.

A soft sob echoed in his ear and Jake’s head shot up to see those tears had fallen, crafting rivers down your cheeks as your hand covered your mouth.

“I’m sorry.” The apology was muffled through your fingers. You shook your head and finally dropped your hand. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t think—I didn’t think I would ever see this.”

With the hand not cradling his child, Jake cupped your cheek, smoothing your tears back into your skin with his thumb. You leaned into his touch and he suppressed a gasp. The first time in a year that he’d felt you, and it was like coming home. He’d missed everything about you, every ounce of your being and presence. He missed your scent filling the air: the vanilla perfume, the fruity shampoo, the minty chapstick that he’d pick up right when he was about to kiss you. All of it. Everything. And now you were here, and he wouldn’t be able to let go.

“Why did you leave me?” he whispered.

“We had only slept together a few times,” you sniffled. “Doctor said I got pregnant that first time. Good on us for using a condom, right?”

He chuckled half-heartedly. Neither of you had one on you that night, and foolishly, neither of you cared. Pent-up desperation took over, and being inside of you, feeling you, became his sole need. Nothing short of you shoving him away could have stopped him.

“Anyway, this wasn’t in your plans,” you said. “And I didn’t want to force it on you, but I also didn’t want to give her up. It scared me, so…”

“I would’ve helped you. I loved you. I’d been in love with you. I would’ve—”

“You loved me?”

Oh. He hadn’t planned on saying it. Certainly not now. Before you left, he’d hoped you already knew somehow. Then you were gone and he was sure the opportunity to tell you would never be within reach again. But, intentionally or not, you just presented him with a moment for the words to fall right out of his mouth, so they did.

“Well…yea,” he said. “You could’ve told me you wanted a baby and I would’ve given you one.”

Your eyes shifted from his and you stared into the blank space next to his head, like your brain had short-circuited and your whole world was flashing before your eyes. You took a wobbly step back and dropped to sit on the edge of the mattress. Jake gave another long look at his daughter before kissing her forehead and placing her back in the crib.

Kneeling in front of you, he said, “I still love you.” When you didn’t speak, he grasped your hands in his, intertwining your fingers. “I love you, and I already love our daughter. And I want you to stay. I need you to stay with me.”

He could hear his heartbeat in his ears. Only you had that effect on him and he couldn’t say that he didn’t once hate it. It drove him insane for ages. He would simply think about you and the beating would start. That thumping would keep him awake at night, distract him at work, drown out the voices of his coworkers, but he accepted it now. It was an indicator of what he felt for you and that was too real and honest and beautiful to be bothered by.

Finally, your fingers squeezed his back. A sign, small as it was, that you were understanding.

“Look at me,” he whispered, and you did. He smiled as he peeled his fingers away from yours to frame your face between his hands. His thumbs ran along your cheekbones, then he leaned in a little closer. “Come here.” Another whisper, a bit broken on the final syllable.

You didn’t protest when he pulled your face to his. You didn’t push him back when hot breaths caressed each other's mouths. Your fingers loosely fisted the collar of his shirt and you let his lips brush over yours in a gentle kiss.

And that was it. You were it. You had always been it for him. He knew it then, and he knew it now. But he didn’t want to overwhelm you.

He pulled back a few inches to grant you some space, but your mouth chased after his, your hands sliding into his hair and holding him so you could force your lips together again. Harder, hotter, more desperate. You’d missed him, too. It was undeniable now.

“Promise me, honey,” He said when you separated to breathe. "I can't lose you. Not again."

“I promise, Jake.” Your eyelids fell closed and you rested your forehead against his. “We’re not leaving you.”

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muddyorbsblr · 9 months

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feels like mine pt1

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Summary: You wake up in a bed that isn't your own, living a life that seems to be pulled straight out of your wildest dreams

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: 18+ | mentions of death; slight gaslighting (?) [let me know if I missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: everything is not what it seems; twist at the end

Your eyes squinted to adjust to the brightness of your bedroom awash with the morning sun. Looks like Mother Nature chose to be a little too chipper this morning and tried to blind you with its rays shining straight into your room.

You rose from your bed, your hands flopping on to the ultra soft comforter that sunk beneath the pressure.

Weird, you thought to yourself. I don't remember checking in to a hotel, and God knows my bed isn't this soft. You slowly sat up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and alarm bells immediately ringing loud in your head when you looked down at the pristine white sheets.

"This isn't my bed," you said aloud, hopping down from the mattress and assessing your body, ensuring that you were free to move and your limbs weren't tied down in some capacity keeping you captive in what would have been a bizarrely cozy looking prison. You assessed your clothes next; mainly to see if you were even wearing any, your brows shooting to your hairline when your hands touched a lush satiny fabric covering your curves. "These aren't my clothes."

You rushed over to a mirror situated on a door that you assumed was a closet, your confusion growing by the second when you saw that the reflection looking back at you was…yourself. Exactly as you were last night before you went to bed, only clad in a navy blue nightie that looked like it cost over a week's pay. And wearing a ring that probably cost your soul.

The items on the nightstand by the side of the bed you'd woken up on raised even more questions. A black leather-bound journal with a gold 'H' pressed on the spine, a fountain pen, a laptop, a tablet, and a Kindle Oasis. An almost exact match to the items on the nightstand that you knew by heart, but each item was a more luxurious variant. For one, you wouldn't in your right mind ever buy yourself a Kindle Oasis. Or an S.T. Duponte fountain pen.

On the opposite nightstand were a stack of papers bound together with brass fasteners and a pair of reading glasses with a grade that moderately blurred your vision when you held it close to your eyes. You decided against looking at the contents of the book-bound papers in case there was anything confidential you weren't meant to glimpse in its contents.

You checked on the door next, seeing if it was locked from the outside. It wasn't.

You stepped out of the bedroom, assessing your surroundings to find any semblance of information that would tell you where you were and why you were here, only to grumble out of sheer frustration, "This isn't my apartment." To start with, apartments didn't have stairs. And your place didn't have nearly this much windows.

"Did I…shift?" Your voice softly echoed off the walls, staring in disbelief at the framed picture before you. Your hair and makeup impeccably done, a flower tiara delicately put in place at the top of your head, clad in a downright whimsical wedding dress and smiling brilliantly at the groom whose back was turned to the camera, your only hint at who he was being broad shoulders and brown slightly curly hair.

The unmistakable sound of vegetables being cut led you down the stairs and into the kitchen, desperately hoping it would lead you to who your mystery husband was and maybe start making some sense of this downright crazy predicament.

But catching a glimpse of the well over 6-foot lean frame dressed a white button-down shirt tucked into black dress pants that put a way too familiar butt on proud display had you itching to wake up because this was most definitely a concerningly vivid dream.

That is definitely not my husband.

No way on God's green Earth were you married to Tom Hiddleston. This just went from bizarre to downright impossible.

"Good morning, sweetheart," he greeted you in that low timbre that had your knees buckling, setting aside his task at hand and removing his apron before walking over to you.

"Hi…" you answered him, voice wavering. Before you could speak another word, he framed your face in his hands, thumbs softly running across your cheekbones, and then pressing a delicate kiss to your lips. "What're you--"

"We finished filming early," he answered, words murmured against your lips. "I caught an earlier flight so I could see you sooner. Oh I've missed you so much." He pressed his lips to yours again. "My darling wife."

Okay, I definitely shifted. This body you may have woken up in had your face, and probably your maiden name…but this wasn't your life. You were occupying space meant for someone else. Another Y/N.

"Tom, I think I have to--"

"Whatever it is can wait." He kissed you again, this time he pressed against you a little harder, your heart beating wildly in your chest when you felt a light, tentative lick to your bottom lip. "Just let me hold you a little while longer." He wrapped his arm around the small of your back, cradling your head with his other hand as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, sighing in contentment.

You knew you were seconds away from abandoning all your plans to try and get him to listen when he started pressing numerous open-mouthed kisses along your neck, your whole body growing weak when he started nipping and licking at the skin. "Please it's important. I don't think I'm supposed to be--"

The feel of him groaning into your skin made your knees give out, making him hold you tighter against him. He walked you backwards until your back pressed against the wall, your breathing labored as he kissed along the expanse of skin exposed to him by your negligee.

When his kisses started traveling south and he pressed his lips to the swell of your breast, you knew you had to get your words out before you gave in and let him have his way with you, however far that may be. "I'm not supposed to be here," you blurted out, pressing your palms to his shoulders and inwardly cursing at yourself for making him stop. "I know that I might sound like I'm not making any sense but…I think I shifted realities…? It's bizarre to me because I never actually succeeded until now but the point is--"

"Sweetheart, slow down." He began to rub his hands up and down your arms, calming you down some within seconds and once again making you question this reality. And how he knew what to do when you began to ramble and spiral in your own thoughts. "You say you're not supposed to be here. Where do you think you should be? Tell me what you know and perhaps I can help from there."

"My name is Y/N Y/L/N, and I'm a software engineer in the middle of a career shift. Last night I went to sleep in a one bedroom apartment in Anaheim. I was no one to you. At most a faceless name that sings your praises online. Definitely not…" You waved your hand in a sweeping gesture across your surroundings. "This," you finished, your breath hitching in the back of your throat when you caught sight of his expression, eyes shining with tears that were seconds away from falling down his cheeks.

"What a bleak life," he breathed out, pressing his lips to your forehead as he pulled you into an embrace. "I can't imagine having to live in a world where I didn't know you. Didn't love you." He kissed your temple. "Thank God it was just a dream."

"A dr--A dream?" you sputtered, confusion overcoming your thoughts. Surely it wasn't that simple. That easily explained. You could remember in vivid detail the code you worked on last night, the bumpy bus ride on the way back to your apartment. The last story you read written by your friends online before you finally laid your head on your pillow and succumbed to an exhausted slumber.

Something about Tom's character on The Hollow Crown and barn sex before he was to face off against the Dauphin of France.

"Yes, my love. Nothing but an awful vivid dream," he reassured you, soothing you with the low velvety tone of his voice, partnered with the kisses he was softly peppering all over your face before stopping at the corner of your mouth. "Your name is Y/N Hiddleston. We've been together for five years, and you gave me the unique honor of becoming your husband less than a year ago. You were a software engineer amidst a career change when I met you all those years ago, and you've come so far since then. You have amazed me at every turn, and it's been a privilege to witness all that you've done. And all that you will continue to do." He captured your lips in a tender kiss, making you melt into his arms as you crossed your hands behind his neck, allowing him to pull you closer. "You just need a few minutes to readjust after waking up. Everything will come back to you soon enough. And any details that don't return to you I'll happily fill those blanks in."

It was almost like the protests that remained in your mind got muffled at his assurances. He spoke about you with such conviction and fondness and love that it made it sound beyond reproach. All that remained was the faintest murmur of doubt that you quickly recognized as those few hours of disbelief you would go through after waking up from a particularly vivid dream, much like those ones you had back in college where you mourned the loss of your best friend and you internally panicked for hours until he walked into the classroom looking every bit as alive as he had the day before.

"Just a dream…" You tested the words on your tongue, the explanation steadily becoming more and more palatable than your initial theory of successfully shifting. Your eyes met Tom's again. "Sorry I…kinda freaked out back there--"

He pressed a delicate kiss to your lips to stop you. "There's no need for apologies, sweetheart. You were disoriented, and I'm grateful you confided in me that you were instead of holding it all in." He brushed the tip of his nose against yours, the gesture bringing a smile to your face and causing a small giggle to escape your lips. "How about you head back upstairs and get ready for the day, and I'll finish whipping up breakfast?"

"That…sounds like a good idea," you agreed, unable to keep the smile off your face even as he kissed you again. "I'll go take a shower and then…I'll be back down here in twenty minutes?"

Tom loosened his hold on you, hands smoothing down your sides before he took a step back so you could make your way up the stairs. Before you passed him, he took your hand in his to call your attention again, bringing it up to his lips to press a kiss to each of your knuckles. "I love you," he whispered against your skin.

"I love you, too," you said back, biting your lip as you gave him a smile before heading back up the stairs, your doubts calmed and your panic from earlier subsiding, allowing you to simply look around the house and appreciate the beauty and joy that your life granted you in stark contrast to last night's dream.

Just as you stepped on to the top landing of the stairs, a flash of green glinted at the corner of Tom's eye, diverting his attention to the visitor in the kitchen.

"She is a perceptive one, your mortal," Loki mused, staring down at the ingredients on the cutting board. "A part of her recognizes that she is no longer within her universe. That part could linger…fester, even. Are you truly certain you wish to continue down this path? To risk her finding out the truth and resenting you from stealing her away from her life--"

"What's the alternative, then?" Tom snapped, gripping the countertop so hard his knuckles were going white, hot tears finally falling from his eyes. "Go on the rest of my days without my wife? Let her go back to a world where she said it herself, she's no one to me?"

Loki let out a sigh, taking a few steps towards the door to the patio, the tension and frustration evident in his stance. "She did not deserve the life she was designed for, on that I do agree. But it will take time for her to fully acclimate to this new universe, if you truly wish to keep her here. And you must accept that no matter what you do, she may never fully fill the space that your late wife left behind."

Tom's eyes burned with more tears, indignation and grief making his heart ache even worse at the memory of you -- that is, the you that he lost not even three days ago. "I know that," he said through gritted teeth. "What of the people who heard news of her passing? The people on set who saw me when I got the call? They're going to ask her questions when they see her alive and well. Questions she won't be able to answer."

The god simply waved a hand dismissively. "Simple memory spell. Their recollection of events will simply be altered wherein they recall you receiving a call and you needed to leave and halt production to ensure her safety, not see to her funeral. Her record at the hospital has been expunged. Any and all evidence that suggests that the Y/N Hiddleston of his universe is no longer with us has ceased to exist."

"Thank you," he choked out, walking up to the god and extending a hand.

"Of course. You deserved not the life you'd planned with your wife taken so violently." Loki took your husband's hand in a firm shake. "Now, I know it may not be my place to tell you what you should be doing at this moment. But from where I stand, you have just been reunited with your wife. If you're open to suggestions, I would recommend putting the apron down, going upstairs, and simply enjoying the life that has been returned to you. Breakfast can wait."

With those words, Loki disappeared in a flash of green right as Tom turned around and headed up the stairs in your direction, heeding the god's advice.

A/N: Something tells me that when I told y'all there's a Centrum Ad Hiddles story coming your way, y'all probably didn't expect this…and to be honest I didn't think I was even gonna make a Centrum Ad Hiddles story, let alone one that took this direction. 😳👀 I hope you like it though, slightly dark twist and all 😅💖

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dranna · 2 months

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You are a beautiful piece of art

Severus Snape x artist reader

Summary: “But you are so beautiful love” - “No I’m not. And we both know that. You’re just .. you're just too skilled of an artist, that’s all.” - That didn’t sit well with you at all. You were determined to show him how wrong he is.

Contents: established relationship, artist reader, fluff, angst, Severus just feeling unworthy of love and affection, gender neutral reader, any pronouns

Nsfw warnings: dom/sub, sub!severus, top!reader, praise kink, sir kink(?), neck fetish, no intercourse, gentle dom

a/n: this is the second, and very first Snape smut I’ve written, so I hope you’ll enjoy!

@giosnape thank you for the encouragement your perverted soul and the betaing! Also let me know if you would like to be tagged:)

~ English is still not my first language ~

“But you are so beautiful love”

“No I’m not. And we both know that. You’re just .. you're just too skilled of an artist, that’s all.” - Severus mumbled into his pillow, turning the other way. You two were laying in your shared bed, shielded by pillows and blankets from the outside world, deep in Snape’s private chambers.

The castle finally became deserted and calm after being submitted to many busy student’s feet during the day. A new school term started after all! You know well what it meant for your lover: overworked, plus hours, less sleep, naughty-uninterested children and maybe the worst of all, that deep rooted hostility and hate towards the potions master.

It won’t do at all. You thought, as you turned your head to look at the slim figure of your prince. He always talked about his appearance with such displeasure that it broke your heart. As your eyes traveled along the lines of his form, you saw no monstrosity that he usually describes. In the dim light of the candles, he appeared flawless in your gaze. Long, shiny dark hair, his pale scar filled skin, now covered by the blanket, that tells a story of survival and strength and his features that you couldn’t see now, were all a skillfully created art piece.

You turned your head to the other side, looking at a little writing table which stood in front of one of the two windows. There were many books, pergaments, quills and bottles neatly organized on its surface, apart from two objects. It was your quill and a pergamen you drew on. They were out of place among the neatly organised things on this neatly organised table .

Your pergamen depicted Severus the way you saw him. His sharp features are drawn with a fluid line, long amber hair giving them a living frame and dark eyes shining in the warm light you created. You mixed many shades together, creating a vibrant portrait of the usually grumpy potions master.

He walked in while you did the finishing touches of his portrait. You heard his rhythmic steps halt to a stop right behind you. You didn’t hear any sign of movement from him after that, so you stole a look at him.

There he stood, froze in place and time, mouth slightly open as he stared at his portrait made by your hands. He's never seen himself in a more beautiful light. You illustrated his features perfectly, yet when he looked at your art it wasn’t the same face he saw in the mirror.

Yours were a shining star, illuminated with a pure light from within, which sparkled through the nebulas of his eyes and landed him a handsome complexion.

However, when he saw his own image, there were no stars, no light, no beauty. Only a dry desert under the cold void without any trace of charm, suffocating under an invisible force.

“You don’t like it?” - you hesitantly broke the silence.

“I do! It’s just .. so beauteous.” - he whispered into the silence that sat between you two, still looking at your drawing.

“It looks like that, because this is how I see you dear.”

“What?!”

Your words shook him from his trans, now baring his dark eyes into yours. You read uncertainty, and a huge chunk of hope but most permanently disbelieve in them. As he stood there before you, something passionate burned behind his eyes. But before you could utter any other words, he shut them, watered them down so they couldn’t penetrate through the endless sky of his eyes.

“You can’t possibly mean that.”

“Yes I do!” - now you stood up fully to animate how much you meant your words. -“ I think you are the prettiest in the world.”

You tried to reason with him, explain that he is indeed handsome and not at all disgusting, but to no avail. He shut the burning flames of him deep inside and you saw it was a lost battle on your side.

This cat-mouse dance went on all day, until the evening scene we saw at the beginning.

As you laid there you made up your mind. This won’t do. You thought a thousandth time since that afternoon. You looked at him again. He wasn’t sleeping. You could tell by the posture of his shoulders and tense muscles under his nightgown. He was thinking.

You pulled yourself up, gently bringing your arm around his slim shoulders, caressing his arms while hinting a few kisses on his neck. You loved his neck so much. Most of the time hidden under layers of clothing, the skin is extremely delicate there. So pale, and showing his purple and red veins pulsating under, racing with each other at your touch. His Adam apple sticking out so much, the slightest movement visible.

He immediately leaned into your touch, a relieved sigh leaving his lungs. You gently pulled him towards you, so now he was laying on his back. Sky-dark eyes bore into yours, blinking in the dim light. Oh god, he was so so gorgeous! Sheepishly looking up at you, already blushing and you haven’t even done anything. There were many aspects you loved about him, you couldn’t even list your favourite, but him becoming a shy, flushed mess at the littlest of praise was in your top five.

You continued to attack his neck with kisses, while you slowly removed his nightgown.

Then you looked down. His usually cold, calculated eyes now burned with a passion, mirroring the flames of the candles in the room. His breath started to become uneven and his pale skin, like an untouched canvas, started to bare your brushworks. Reddening flames formed in his chest and burned the path all the way up his neck, cheeks and ears.

“You are beautiful, Severus.” - his lips opened immediately to disagree, but you sealed them with your own, slowly savouring him. You started to run your fingers along the curves of his chest, lighting fires in his skin along the way. Little whimpers began to escape from his mouth, silently pleading for more.

“Look at you Sev. You look so pretty whimpering below me” - you leaned down, whispering into his ears. You started to play with his obsidian hair, laying his locks on his chest and shoulders and running your fingers through them. “Say that you are pretty and I’ll touch you.” - you said, looking him straight into the eyes.

“N-no, I mean—“

“Just say the words Severus, and I’ll give you what you need. You need to be touched don’t you? “

“Yes s-sir.” - he managed to say out loud between his little whining nosies, moving desperately beneath you.

“Then be a good boy, and tell me how pretty you are.”

Ah those words again! Your praises set his insides on fire and freeing hundreds of butterflies in his chest all at once. The power you held over him scared him at first, but now it was his safety net. He could do anything and make any noise, he knew you wouldn’t mock him. You needed to say only a word and he would be on his knees in front of you, as if praying before his god. And now again, calling him a ‘good boy’ even though he didn’t deserve it, how would he have the strength to deny your order?

“I-I’m p-prett-y.”

“Yes, that’s my good boy.” - you purred, as your hands started to work on his slender form. Fingers pulled and twisted sensitive nipples and lips showered soft scars with kisses. - “ You deserve this, Severus. You are so delicate, my handsome prince. “ - and he lost it. He sank deeper and deeper into that velvety bliss, leaving himself fully at your care. His loud moans filled the room with a few desperate ‘please’s. His whole body and mind gave into the pleasure, dancing and following your touch. His hips found those one rhythm, moving skippin up and down, making his hard member bouncing on his belly.

“Tell me how beautiful you are and I’ll touch you where you most need it, love.”

“I-I’m b-beaut-tiful-l.”

“And how beautiful, hm? The most beautiful boy. Say it aloud.” - you ordered again, making his moans more high pitched. - “The-e m-most ,ah!, b-beau-utiful!” - he managed to say between sighs, blushing into a deeper shade of red.

“Good boy, always doing your best for me.” - as your praise left your lips, you started to work your hand up and down his member. Slowly you moved your palm, giving extra attention to the tip. The sounds which escape from Snape are so close to anguish. If not for the begging, you’d think he is in pain. - “Don't stop... pl- ah! Please... more..." - mouth hangd open, as he moaned and screamed his pleas. He tried to hide his face with his arms, but you prevented it with your free hand.

“No, you can’t hide. You’ll look at me and let me see that gorgeous face of yours.” - he tried to fulfill your wish while his head sank deeper into the pillows, struggling to stop his eyes rolling back into his skull. His whole body was shaking at this point, hips desperately meeting your movements in mid-air while tears mixed with sweat on his face.

He looked so pathetic as he was struggling against your touches. Both flying him to heaven and leaving him without release. You adored that only you could push him into this state. So pathetic yet so beautiful still, gladly burning between the flames you created. -“Pleasepleasepleaseplease..”

“I don’t understand what you want if you don't use your words.”

“I nee- hmm, need to-to cum..”

“I want to hear you say that you are stunning. Then I’ll let you cum.”

“No s-sir ahh-I —“

“We can continue this all night, but you aren’t allowed to cum, until I hear those words from your pretty lips.” - and you cruelly pumped your hand faster all the way of his length, never stopping or slowing down. You watched as he fell apart, panting, crying and groaning oh so beautifully. As his pleasure took over, all the gates in his mind broke, freeing and waking him from a long slumber. He couldn’t take it anymore, he needed release so badly!

“Ah-I’m-h s-stunni-ing!”

“Yes, you are stunning my love. Now cum for me, pretty boy.” - and he did with his full body, muscles tightened as more pleasure washed over him, hips bucking high up above the bed to thrust deeper into your hand, eyes rolling back deep into his skull. He moaned so loudly it could’ve been in a pornfilm.

He was floating in ecstasy as he felt your light touch, gently cleaning him and covering his form with the warm blanket. You crawled under the blanket, pulling him into a tender hug.

“Will you believe me now, when I say I see you as a magnificent prince?”

“Hmmm, maybe”

You two chuckled and continued to cuddle behind the shield of pillows deep in Snape’s private chambers. The whole school will be in shock tomorrow, seeing the-usually-very-grumpy-potions master shining with glee.

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neteyamslovrr · 11 months

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ODD

summary: neteyams lack of understanding of human social rules can sometimes lead to insecurities showing

content: human reader, plus size & fem reader, insecurities, self bad talk, short ish, not tm angst, mostly fluff

authors note: just a short lil drabble!! haven't written in so long just getting back in the groove!!

it was normal for the two of you to sit together in the lab. closed off, enough privacy for the both to share intimate touches and sweet whispers.

neteyam sat at the bottom end of your bed, his legs hanging either side due to the sheer size of him compared to the single bed.

you sat up the top to legs out towards neteyam so he could slowly trace patterns into your shins.

"y'know that tickles right teyam?" you chuckled, every once in awhile jolting due to his fingers sending shivers up your body.

"maybe thats why i'm doing it?" he smirked up at you. the cheeky grin plastered across his face. "no...i just like to feel you... so soft my little one"

blushing as you giggled, you kicked your foot to tease him. "oh be quiet"

"never" he smiled, voice like honey as his hands wandered up to your thighs and back down. "you are so small"

"you say that often" even looking at his hands shocked you. from finger tip to wrist was almost all of your thigh. he was huge...in the most perfect way possible.

"because you are... such a tiny odd creature" he chuckled to himself still enamoured with the way your skin felt on his palms

but you could only look at him with distaste. odd? you didn't want to be odd. "odd?" neteyams eyes shoot up to meet yours.

"yes...your small body...yet so squishy." he giggled to himself squeezing your thighs, wanting nothing more to press kisses and soft nibbles to them.

"its odd...so much...fat for a small human. your planet must've been dangerous to need much protection" neteyam spoke to himself mostly.

not realising what his words would of meant on earth. there on the opposite side of the bed you could only stare at him hurt. heart stinging.

you obviously knew that neteyam was not trying to be rude. he didn't understand and you never told him the insecurities you had about your small yet large body.

tears prickled your eyes as you avoided eye contact. though you tried not the act as of his words had bothered you. the way you retracted your legs away from his touch made him look up in concern.

"what is it beautiful?" he spoke with a furrowed brow.

you shook your head holding your knees close to your chest "nothing."

"i know it is not nothing" neteyam chuckles scooting towards so he could cup your entire face in his palm. rough thumb caressing your supple cheek.

but all you could do was shut down. tears threatening to spill the more his fingers came in contact with your skin.

you didn't know if you wanted to cry in his arms or curse him out.

"i think i'm just tired neteyam...want to sleep." neteyam frowned. you never called him by his name.

his heart dropped, tail now flicking lightly as he realised he had messed up. but he had no idea how.

"no...no you are not tired... what is wrong?" neteyam scooted closer, his hands pulling you into his lap but you placed your hands against his chest pushing yourself away.

"stop. stop i want to sleep." you couldn't look at him. scared he would look at you more and think about how pudgy you were.

how odd you must look to him already being human. and to then look different even to your own species. how could he even like you at this point? was all you thought.

"... darling...no what has happened? please tell me?" neteyams pleading eyes bored into your skull. his fingertips almost burying themselves in your flesh from his harsh grip.

you shook your head looking away. only to see his hands creating dints in the supple flesh of your body.

god it made you cringe. did he find it gross. this would be unheard of for a na'vi woman.

now you couldn't stop the tears from flowing. streaks of water gliding down your flushed cheeks.

neteyam gasped immediately wiping your cheeks. "my love... what is it ... do not cry please" he begged, his entire being crushed with concern for you.

you shook your head "i don't want to- don't wanna" you couldn't get your words out. stuttering on your mumbled cries.

neteyam frowned pulling you into his large form. "it's okay...please use your words ny beautiful girl...tell me what troubles you."

you sniffled in his chest "you called me fat."

neteyams face contorted into confusion. "...but... I don't understand."

your lip was pouted as you sniffled. "i-...i dont like my...well."

neteyam pondered for a second thinking of a response. "why not? it is unique."

"i dont want to be unique ... i want to be like you" neteyam gave a sad smile caressing your hair.

"but i love you for you. all of it" he smiled giving the top of your head a kiss. "why would you ever not want to be you?"

you shrugged looking away almost like a sulking child. "i just...i want you to love me"

"i do love you. my pretty girl. you are the one thing on this entire planet that i do not love anything else more." his hand tilts your chin up "do not forget my love for you, my sweet mate"

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redivia · 2 months

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'I think it's time for bed' Ghost x Reader

Summary: Simon fell asleep on the couch after coming home from work.

Authors note: Heyy! So this is my first ever story. I never thought I would write anything let alone post it, but here we are. Also it has to be said that I don't have a beta reader so if you notice any errors or mistakes kindly point them out in the comments. English isn't my first language so I might have missed some errors. Have fun reading! <3 This is also posted on AO3 .

You were sitting on the couch together with Ghost, or how he wants you to call him, Simon. Outside you could hear the wind blowing through the leaves of various bushes and trees surrounding your joint home. Since it’s been getting colder, the wind was accompanied by some light rain. Not the kind of rain that leaves you drenched if you even think about stepping outside, but the kind that makes the nicest pitter patter noises on your roof. If you listened carefully, you could even, make out the water making its way across the roof and cascading down the rain gutters that ran along the side of your home.

Simon came home a few hours ago, seemingly pretty tired and ready to go to bed, but his face lit up and adorned a fatigued smile once he saw you. You welcomed your boyfriend home with a much-awaited hug and a gentle kiss. Together you ate dinner. During your dinner you made sure to make light conversation with him. Talking about how the weather suddenly switched up on you while you were walking home, or how there was a sale on your favourite snack at your local store and you were therefore indirectly forced to stock up again.

Dinner wasn't really anything that took tons of effort, but it was still as comforting as ever. A simple one pot pasta had to make do for tonight, but for Simon, he might as well could have been at a Michelin star restaurant. Having to rely on MRE's as his main source of calories during his time at work, has set his standards for food very low. A warm meal? With his partner? At home? He might as well be in heaven. Simon made sure to show you his gratitude in the form of cleaning up the dishes afterwards.

Which in all honesty, could have just been shoved into the dish washer and called it a day, yet he insisted on doing them by hand. Meanwhile you were sat next to him on the countertop and listened to him complaining about some new recruits that were trying to turn everything into a competition.

Being able to look at his face and watch his emotions flicker across his face while he was telling a story has always been one of your favourite aspects of your relationship. Simon swore a long time ago that he won’t be wearing his mask around the house, and you’ve been grateful that he stuck to his promise. The privilege of getting to see his face wasn’t something Simon granted to just anyone, and you are well aware of the fact. Making it even more special to you.

The story about the recruits ended in them trying to sabotage and deliberately throw other comrades off of the obstacle course. Some poor rookie had to get stiches because he fell off of the wall they were meant to jump over. But Simon witnessed how the recruit behind him gave the guy in front a not-so-gentle push, because the poor guy was moving too slowly for his taste. It goes without saying that Ghost delivered a long and proper talking to and maybe some extra rounds of running for the saboteur.

While his story came to a close, Simon had also finished the dishes. You both agreed that you only had enough energy left for a movie before deciding on heading to bed.

So that's how you found yourself and your boyfriend sat on the couch in your living room, watching whatever action movie that was currently running on the TV. You listened to Simon ramble and rant about how inaccurate basically every single aspect of the movie was. How they held the guns wrong, shooting for 5 minutes straight without reloading once, not to mention the amount of ammunition they would need to carry with them for them to be able to shoot as much as they were.

All you could do was listen to him with a small grin on your face. Only Simon would be able to pick apart some movie that was clearly produced in some warehouse in Hollywood, with a plot that never even saw the inside of a writer’s room. But of course, you supported your boyfriend in his strong opinions and joined him in his rant.

It must have been about an hour into the movie when you noticed Simon had stopped talking to you. You risked a small glance over at him and saw he was properly passed out. The stress of the day at work must have finally caught up to him. Taking the liberty, you turned down the volume of the TV just a couple of notches, making it so that the movie was now just background noise.

When you were designing the living room you deliberately chose a three-seater couch, ensuring that there would always be enough space for you and Simon to stretch out without hogging the space from the other. Leaning into his side of the couch, your boyfriends arms sat limply at his sides, his right hand placed on your thigh just above your knee.

Normally he would be stroking his thumb gently from side to side as a reminder that he was still there. Honestly you should have noticed that he was asleep once his ministrations ceased. You took a moment to admire how is face changed depending on whatever light flickered across the screen in front of the both of you. In your opinion, he looked the nicest in a subtle orangish tone, the warm light bringing out his faint freckles and blond lashes. Although the universe refused to grace you with your all-time favourite feature of his, his eyes. You would have to make do with Simon’s for once peaceful expression.

Peaceful, but not relaxed, you noticed. There was still a light crease between his eyebrows, even while sleeping he still seemed stressed. Thinking of possibilities to diminish his stress, you gently picked up the hand that was previously placed on your thigh, without waking him up. Simon’s large and warm hand lay limply in yours, and you started to gently massage his hand.

Running your fingers across his knuckles and the back of his hand. Making sure to appreciate every single small cut and faded scar along the way. You carefully turned his hand palm side up and started to massage the palm of his hand with both of your thumbs. The rest of your fingers were supporting what was now the underside of his hand. Your thumbs dug into the muscles of his palm running across all of the folds and creases, before moving to his fingers.

Feeling his fingerprints underneath your fingertips made it feel like he was your missing puzzle piece you have been searching for all your life. Two separate people coming together to make a whole. You couldn’t stop the smile that was now plastered on your face.

Glancing back at Simon, his eyebrows seemed to have relaxed a bit, but not enough for your liking. You had to take drastic action. You lifted your dominant hand to his face you stroked your thumb across the space between his eyebrows in hopes of completely erasing his frown. Your mission was a success, he stopped frowning.

However, he was now blearily blinking awake. The universe obviously had chosen to show mercy today and decided to grace you with his dreamy eyes once again. Your hand slid a bit lower, now resting on his cheek, your thumb still lazily stroking the side of his face.

With a small smile you told him: 'I think it’s time for bed'.

#ghost x reader #ghost x y/n #call of duty #cod mw2 #ghost cod #cod x reader #call of duty modern warfare 2 #simon ghost riley

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bettyfrommars · 11 months

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The Taste of You

a Death Becomes Us extra

vampire!Eddie x fem!supernatural!Reader

18+only, no minors pls, vampire!Eddie, talk of blood, drinking blood, being bitten, oral (f receiving), fingering, f orgasm, wet dreams. Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: You can enjoy this alone as a one shot, but I recommend reading parts 1 & 2 if you can. This is just a lil smut blurb and part 3 is in the works xoxo

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You couldn’t sleep. Perhaps it was the leftover adrenaline from the events earlier that evening, or maybe it was the busy trailer park, crawling with vampires as they got started with their evening. Or maybe it was the way you couldn’t stop thinking about the buttery soft tang of Eddie’s blood on your tongue. He warned that you might have sexual dreams, but what did it mean to desire him when you were awake?

In bed, eyes wide open, you felt the pulsing between your thighs and reached a hand down to tend to the need despite yourself. You thought about the way his full lips looked when they were tinted with your blood, the greedy look in his eyes, like he wanted more, and then your wrist flexed, working quicker. You imagined his mouth on yours, cheeks and chins messy and dripping, and that was when the arousal dampened your underwear and a sigh hitched in your throat.

Your bedroom door at the end of the hallway was open, but you hadn’t noticed someone standing there until a knuckle tapped a few soft knocks to alert you of their presence.

“Is this a bad time?” Vampire Eddie asked in a low whisper.

You weren’t as surprised as you should’ve been to see him there. In fact, a part of you might have even expected it. If he could sense your fear, why wouldn't he be able to sense...other things that you were feeling?

You braced your hands and sat up. The thin curtains over both of your windows were letting in artificial light from the trailer park, casting purple shadows across your faces. “How’d you get in here?”

“Does it matter?” Most of his body had been blocked by the lamp on your nightstand, but he took a few steps into view, hands in his jean pockets. His jacket was off, but he had the same Metallica tee on that he’d been wearing earlier in the alley, exposing the patchwork of tattoos along his neck, hands, and throat. You had a passing thought that you wanted to know what they all meant to him.

Arousal continued to flutter at your core, clenching at nothing, as if activated by his presence, and you pressed your thighs together in earnest.

He stroked his chin in contemplation, the whites of his eyes glowing in the dark. “Do you need a hand, sweetheart?” He mumbled it, glancing from your face to your clenched knees, running the tip of his tongue in an arch over his top lip. “Or a mouth?”

You couldn’t speak, you only managed to mew in the back of your throat, shifting your hips as the bundle of nerves below begged for attention.

“Tell me,” he was right next to the bed now. “Use your words, say it.”

A small voice in your cognitive reasoning tried to tell you this was a dream, if had to be, but that didn’t seem to matter because the rest of you wanted it to be as real as it felt.

“I-I need you,” the words were trembling out of your mouth before you could stop them.

In a flash--a gust of wind--Eddie was straddling your thighs, pinning your arms above your head at the wrists with one hand. His hair tickled your neck as he pressed his mouth to your ear. “I can’t stop thinking about you,” he hushed. “About how good you taste.”

You loved the feeling of his weight on you, the way his pelvis twitched a few times, grinding right where you needed it most. He nuzzled the side of your throat, along your collarbone, and up the other side, inhaling you, drowning in your scent as he went. He held your arms in place like it was effortless while his other hand made its way down to find your slick entrance that was begging for him; he growled, sinking two of fingers in.

You arched your head back with a whimper, exposing more of your throat, heels kicking a few times against the mattress. His fingers curled in to find your sweet spot while his thumb worked your slippery clit.

When he lifted to meet your gaze, his eyes morphed into that feral, opal black and his pointed fangs ejected with an audible click.

“Take me,” you whispered, aching as a third finger stretched you out. “Take my blood, I want to be inside of you.”

He found the heartbeat in your throat, and he kissed it first before you felt the damp cool of his breath, lips curling around the spot, and then his tongue fluttered a few times before the fangs sank in.

Your eyes rolled back in your head at the sensation, thrusting your hips up to meet the attention of his fingers and thumb, feeling your release mounting as Eddie latched, hungry moans vibrating in his chest.

“I want a taste,” you huffed. He sucked a bit more, and when he disengaged, you turned your head to meet his mouth, stained again with your life force. His tongue was eager to share the taste with you, kissing deep. He released your arms only so he could cradle your cheek with his palm, and then he brought the two soaking wet fingers up from your core and slipped them into your mouth, making you suck them. The mingling of the blood and your juices had you begging him with your eyes as you took his fingers all the way to the base of his rings, gagging a little, spreading his digits with your tongue.

He chuckled, a crimson drip in the corner of his mouth. “Tell me what you want,” he dragged his fingers out, pulling the wetness down your chin, and cupped that hand around your neck, his thumb interrupting two trickles of blood that were pooling in the hollow of your throat. His eyes were electric brown again as he searched yours. “Do you want to cum now?”

You nodded, rubbing your salty lips together, gasping as his hand tightened infinitesimally, urging you.

“Tell me,” he breathed, tilting his head, mouth inches from yours.

“I want to cum in your mouth,” you managed, pussy pulsing, one hand clenching the sheet.

In the same gust of breeze, he was down at the end of the bed, head between your legs, eyes on you as he darted his tongue out a few times to tease your swollen cunt, grin kicking up the side of his mouth as you squirmed. By the time he buried his face, and you could feel the pull of the suction at your nub, you knew it wouldn’t be much longer. You snatched a fistful of his hair, arching back, as his mouth tied you like a cherry stem.

“Eddie...I’m...I’m...fuck!” It wasn’t long before your body gripped in a violent stillness and hovered there before a blinding orgasm rippled through your body, making you babble about how hard you were cumming. While the twitching subsided, you held his head in place and he was happy to stay; he made a few long licks along the full length of your slit, groaning as he tasted you, and then he dropped a few tender kisses on your inner thigh.

His eyes lifted to yours, and they were black again; his sharp white fangs so bright they were almost neon. He planted kisses on the tender skin there, right at the location of your femoral artery, and then his tongue flicked out, begging in his own way.

Instinctively, you knew he wanted to taste the warm gush from one of your main arteries, and you opened yourself up more to him, nodding, eager for the bite and the sweet pull of his hunger. You weren't afraid to show him the scars you hid from everyone else; you wanted him to have all of you.

His fingers found your tight hole again as his teeth sank into the flesh of your leg, and that’s when you woke up.

Sweating, gasping, and confused, you bolted into a seated position in bed, cringing away from the bright sun that poured in from the partially closed curtains. Your mouth went agape as you recalled the dream, feeling like an alien must’ve inhabited your body for such a thing to turn you on. You sent the pads of your fingers down to confirm that you had, in fact, experienced a wet dream, complete with release, and you felt violated in a way that made you curse his name under your breath.

The trailer next door that belonged to your neighbor Eddie was all sealed up for the day with the black out curtains tightly drawn, but for some reason, you could still smell him.

You could still smell him, and you could still feel the achingly real need you’d had for him in the dream, as if the imaginary desire had followed you into your waking life.

But you weren’t attracted to your vampire neighbor Eddie Munson, nor were you at all interested in letting him drink your blood again. Never. Not at all. No way.

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dragcnbreak · 6 months

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hiii can u maybe do a drabble with little!mike, like he wakes up tiny after a nightmare and cg!reader (masc if thats okay :)) has to comfort him? i love ur mike drabbles and headcanons btw theyre so RASKJHFLD /pos /nf obviously :)

HI FRIEND <3 I literally have like 7 requests to get to but I decided to write this because little!mike and I love the idea <3 ive kinda avoided using daddy because of how sexualized the term is but I use it here! I hope you don’t mind; I can always change it!!! I hope you enjoy <33

◞♡࿐ (post movie, so contains spoilers)

You were asleep when Mike woke up, sweating and crying. He had just woken up from a nightmare featuring the yellow rabbit, the man who had hurt his little brother and almost his little sister too. He had a bad day before and was ultimately exhausted so his nightmare made him age regress.

“Daddy,” he cried out for you, softly shaking your shoulder, “please wake up.” In his dream, the yellow rabbit had hurt you too and he couldn’t bare it if his dream had become reality. You were too important to him. When you didn’t wake up, Mike began sobbing even more and shaking you even harder. “Please, don’t tell me the bad man hurt you too.”

Fortunately, you had woken up and caught the last half of Mike’s sentence. “Hey hey hey bear, I’m okay. Daddy’s okay.” You reassured him, mumbling with sleep still evident in your voice. You slowly sat up on your elbows and gathered your boy into a hug, running your hands along his back in a repetitive manner to soothe him.

“Do you want to tell me what happened? What bad man?” You asked even if you likely already knew. You had barely known Mike when he worked at Freddy’s but you had heard plenty about the events surrounding William Afton from him, Vanessa, and even Abby.

Mike sniffled, “the yellow rabbit. The one who took Garrett and almost hurt Abby. He had hurt you this time and I couldn’t save you and he laughed and laughed and laughed. And then he came to hurt me and that’s when I woke up.” He started to sob more because of his rambling, this time in your arms.

You lifted a hand up and ran your fingers through his soft hair. “Oh, I’m so sorry, baby boy. That must have been so scary. But I’m okay and so is Abby. She’s right down the hall and I’m right here with you in my arms, safe and sound.” Mike nodded but kept crying, clearly still upset with his dream.

You began to think of ways to further calm him that didn’t involve staying up too much longer. He might not want to sleep again but you know he should, as he’s always tired. “Hey, how about we go warm you up some milk? And then I can borrow a book from Abby and read you a bedtime story? Does that sound okay?” Mike blanched at the thought of sleeping again but nodded anyway.

“That’s my good boy.” You pressed a kiss to his forehead and detached yourself from him, quickly getting up and rushing over to his side of the bed. You helped him up and held his hand as you walked to the kitchen together. You knew he was regressed to his usual age of about 10 but the fact that he didn’t reject your hand holding meant he was still pretty scared.

You arrived at the kitchen with your boy in tow, grabbing a pot and the gallon of milk in the fridge. You poured out some milk into the pot and turned the stove on before putting the milk back in its place. You grabbed a plastic spoon to stir and began to hum softly, squeezing Mike’s hand as you did.

Soon enough, the milk was warm enough (as per your taste tester’s word) and you still held hands on the way back to his room. He sipped his milk and sat on the bed. You ran your fingers through his hair once again and then made your way to Abby’s room. You were plenty quiet as you grabbed a book you knew Mike liked.

Back in his room, Mike had laid back down and put his glass on the bedside table, his eyes already starting to close. But he fought it, wanting to hear you telling him a bedtime story. And so you began telling it, making sure to do all the voices you know he loved to hear. He giggled at the appropriate times, still sniffling a bit as he drank some more milk.

Within a few minutes, you had finished the story and looked up to see the glass empty and your boy soundly asleep. You smiled fondly and shut the book softly. Putting it next to the glass, you got back into bed with Mike. You moved him slightly so you could spoon him, hoping to protect him from any more nightmares. And with that, you fell back asleep as well.

#mine #text #asks #pyr0-bra1ni4c #sfw agere #sfw age regression #agere #age regression #mike schmidt #michael schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt x male reader #fnaf #fnaf movie #five nights at freddy's #five nights at freddy’s movie #my fanfics

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bonitanightmxres · 1 year

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"Espresso My Love For You || JOEL MILLER

PAIRING: Joel Miller x wife!reader (non-outbreak au)

SYNOPSIS: Joel loves coffee, but you love an early morning cup with him even more

WARNINGS: none! just a really bad pun :P

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

Joel had an addiction—a caffeine addiction, that is. You, personally, liked coffee just as much as the next person, but Joel drank enough caffeine in a day to power ten people for a whole week. When your coffee maker broke, it confused you when he shrugged it off like it was no big deal. Though it was extremely unlikely, you thought that maybe he had finally given up coffee–until he began to willingly get up extra early before work just so he could make it to the nearest coffee shop for his fix and beat the morning rush. This meant that you were woken up at an ungodly hour in the morning because Joel had no sense in keeping quiet as he got ready for work. You didn’t mind it during the first three days, but after three weeks? Yeah, you missed your undisturbed sleep.

Not only that, but the weekends were the only mornings that you were able to enjoy a quiet hour or two on the front porch with Joel and sip a cup of coffee because of his crazy work schedule. With the coffee maker broken, he took it upon himself to get up early and go out and buy two coffees and bring them back home to enjoy with you. But he had to admit, getting dressed to go out and buy the coffee wasn’t the same as drinking it freshly made and in the comfort of his own sweatpants.

Knowing that Joel hasn't had much time lately to go and look for a new one, you take the liberty to do it for him. After much research and price-matching at different home appliance stores, you’d finally settled on a suitable coffee maker to surprise Joel with. Though it was a bit pricey, you didn’t really care in the end because the man deserved to be spoiled every once in a while. After all, he was always the one to come home randomly with a bouquet of flowers simply because they were your favorite color.

Setting it up on your kitchen counter was the hard part. Not only because it was barely four in the morning when you were trying to put it together so Joel would wake up to a new coffee maker, but because this one was far ahead of its time. The old one was over ten years old and all it required you to do was plug it into the wall, press a single button, and call it a day. This one though? It came with more features than you knew what to do with. But by the time you finished, the shiny, robotic-looking machine sat on your counter like it belonged there the whole time.

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The sun had barely begun to peek out over the horizon on a Saturday morning when Joel stirred awake. He grew confused when his arm couldn’t find you in the bed, and became nervous when his ears heard commotion coming from the kitchen. But when he heard your voice quietly humming, he knew you were up to something. It was strange and quite suspicious, if he was being honest with himself. Maybe the real you was being held hostage and you were replaced by a clone who enjoyed early mornings. That scenario was more probable than you willingly waking up on your own before the sun was out. When Joel brushed his teeth, he swore he could smell fresh coffee lingering in the house. Maybe you’d gone and bought a cup, he thought. But as he made his way down the hallway and into the kitchen, there was no denying that strong scent.

“Surprise!” You shouted, a bright smile on your face, despite the early hour. As you moved to the side, Joel could see the source of the heavenly smell. The coffee maker was definitely fancier than what he was used to, and it looked expensive, but excitement overcame his money-saving thoughts because he’d finally be able to drink a homemade cup of coffee again.

“Did you set this up all by yourself?” He questioned, amazed that you managed to keep it a secret.

You nod, grabbing two mugs from the cupboard. “Aren’t you proud? I almost quit too, and was gonna have you help me when you woke up, but I managed. Wanted to surprise you.”

“I-I can’t believe this, I–” his mouth curls into a smile as he admires the machine before him.

“And I know you were loving that extra caffeine boost from the shop you were going to every morning, so look,” your voice is giddy with excitement as you hand him the instruction manual. “I got one that doubled as a coffee maker and espresso machine, you know, for those days you need something a little stronger.” You search his eyes for any sign of approval, “So, what do you think?”

He’s still totally mesmerized by all the buttons and levers as he continues to read the manual, determined to get to know the machine as well as he knew you. But Joel’s brown eyes are soft and wide like those of a child when he smiles at you. “I think that you’re the only woman in the world who gets me.”

His words of approval make butterflies float in your stomach, and the smile on his face is enough for you. You pour Joel’s mug first, noticing his eagerness to try it out. Joel groaned as the smell of dark roasted coffee filled his nostrils when he took the first sip. “Darlin’, you are an absolute angel.”

“You still talking to me or are you talking to the coffee?” You questioned playfully.

Joel tilted his head to the side, pretending to think. “Mmm, you’re a close second.”

You gasp as you pour creamer and heaps of sugar into your mug, but Joel chuckles and places a kiss on your head. Tasting it, you realize it needs just a bit more sugar and add a couple more spoonfuls.

“Jesus, darlin’, you want some coffee with your sugar?” Joel teases, as he opens the front door for you.

“Joel, baby, some of us don’t like the taste of pure jet fuel, okay?”

Joel chuckled as he took his seat next to you on the porch where you rocked slowly in the chair he’d made for you a few years back. He let out a sigh of content, and you knew you’d done good with the surprise. Your mind wandered, and the thoughts that coursed through your head–well, one in particular–made you grin.

Joel caught it from the corner of his eye, automatically assuming that you were up to no good. He chuckled nervously, “What’re you thinkin’ about?”

“Oh, nothing, nothing,” you say as nonchalantly as you can, trying to play it off cool. “But I guess you could say I really know how to ‘espresso’ my love for you, huh?”

Joel lowered his head, and shook it, trying to contain his laughter. “That was so goddamn terrible.”

But your wide grin was his weakness as he looked over at you and he erupted into laughter. You joined in with him, laughing to the point that your stomach began to ache. Joel loved the way you laughed heartily at your own joke, and your laugh itself was like music to his ears; only, to him, you were the funny one and you were the one who kept him laughing all these years.

The sun began to rise in the sky over the mountains, and you couldn’t take your eyes off the sight before you as the deep blues transformed into the most beautiful shades pink and orange. But right next to you, Joel was just as enchanted by you as you were by the sky.

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a/n: thank you for putting up with domestic joel brain rot bc it has invaded my life!! 💕

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller tlou #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #joel miller imagine #joel miller fluff #joel miller fanfiction #fluff #the last of us #tlou hbo #the last of us hbo #pedro pascal #papi pedrito #papi pascal

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blueaetherr · 1 year

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he’s gonna love them

pairing: kylian mbappe x gn!reader [they/them]

warning(s): none

summary: the one about safety and security in the relationship

now playing: gonna love me by teyana taylor

The young day provided a calm atmosphere, the sun hanging low yet offering a sense of warmth in an area so cold. The wind came through, too, as the breeze slipped passed the opening of the windows. The sun and her heat, the wind and his chills—suddenly, there was balance, for the day and everyone else offered the opportunity to experience it to its fullest.

The couple, Kylian ad Y/N, who were lounging in bed, softly laughing, curling up into one another, gave a sense of balance to one another. When he told a joke, they would laugh (even if it wasn't funny). When there was one kiss, another kiss would follow soon after. When he opened up his arms, they would roll back into his embrace. If they were feeling the slightest touch of pain, he would soothe it with an acute massage.

It was only late morning and the young couple didn't want to get out of bed; they refused to. The idea itself, getting ready for the day, was exhausting simply just thinking about it. But they knew they couldn't be selfish. There was so much to do– Kylian with football and Y/N with their tasks for the today– so many other people they had to interact with—just so much this and that to attend to. Beyond one another, the two were needed by others far beyond their home.

But laying low from the outside world, escaping the tasks of the day, calmly drifting in and out of sleep, exchanging meaningful (and less) laughs and conversations. Sleeping in with your lover—Kylian sleeping in with his lover, Y/N sleeping in with their lover—the idea was all too pretty and attractive to pass up on, something so cherishing that you shouldn't want to miss out on. Maybe they could be a bit selfish for a minute and more.

The mood, low and quiet, soon kindly elevated when Kylian's hums began to float around the room. And that's when Y/N came through with a smile, one that was dimpled and reached their eyes perfectly as they cuddled into his body. It was their favourite song, Gonna Love Me. With nothing else to do, they just sat back and listened to him, admiring everything that was their partner.

Because Kylian also saw everything that was his partner. Always did he want to hug and squeeze them with so much love and dote. He loved spending his nights with them, and he did appreciate them (through lyrics and his own originality). He would stay up late if it meant witnessing them for a second when they got back home late. There was no doubt that Y/N felt safe and secure with Kylian.

When his hums fell low in the room, a playful look appeared on Y/N's face. "I don't think that's how Teyana sings it."

"Really?" His eyes widened before he let out a small chuckle. He should've known; Y/N was far too judgemental yet somehow, in a good way, in a way that he didn't mind. He fell back on the bed. "I thought I hummed it pretty well."

Y/N scoffed, shaking their head. "Then you must not be hearing yourself. I think—" They were cut off as Kylian pulled them back down on the bed, climbing over them to offer his playful words and body touch. In this short but sweet moment, there were laughs and kisses and overall enjoyment. Nothing less than the most.

Exhaling loudly, they turned their head to look his way. Once again, they offered him a smile, one that was kind and sincere. Tooking his hand into theirs, they declared, "Thank you, Kylian."

His face pulled together, confused, something Y/N always found adorable. "For what?"

"I love this. Just—" they let their hands run over his bare shoulders, sighing, "just being here with you every day. It's both a blessing and a curse." The two shared a small laugh together. When it all fell flat, they leaned further into his embrace, "But I'll side more with it being a blessing."

Slowly but surely, Kylian's face burst with happiness as he brought his partner close. Felt happiness for himself, felt happiness for Y/N. 'Cause that's all he wanted for them.

When he sings or hums, he wanted them to feel deeply serenaded. When he cooks, he wanted them to feel nourished and whole. When the two get intimate, he wanted to make them feel good, physically and emotionally. When he takes them out on a date, he wanted them to feel overwhelmingly loved and cherished for who they were. When he wraps his arms around them, he wanted them to feel safe.

That's all he cared about; Y/N. If they were okay then everything else would be alright.

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ebongawk · 9 months

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How about ways Eddie and Chrissy deal with or comfort the other when the other is anxious or mad about something? You can choose who or do both, your pick 😊

It was abnormal to get home from work and have total silence in the apartment. Her husband (her husband, wow, she still got such a rush when she thought that) was a force of nature. Constantly in motion, he vibrated at a frequency that seemed to create its own energy from the rapidity of his molecules rubbing together. She jested often that someone needed to study him under a microscope, to find out what made him go.

She didn't really know until they moved in together that Eddie also had moments of stillness.

(Maybe she would've learned it, if anything about them had happened slowly. But the surety of them, of their crazy connection and natural way of being had Chrissy happily moving at an Eddie pace, instead of allowing him a moment to calm down, and the steps they took in their relationship were much closer to jetpack-equipped leaps across entire canyons. Almost-strangers to friends to lovers to apartment hunting to married in hardly six months. She'd loved every single moment of it.)

And there was beauty in that, too. Beauty in the quiet, in the contemplation he wore when he slowed down enough to relax. Sprawled across their couch with a book, his ankle calmly swaying back and forth to some rhythm she couldn't hear. Sitting with his back against the kitchen cabinet, notebook sprawled in his lap as he scratched pen against paper and wove new worlds into existence. Or outside on the fire escape, cigarette dangling from his lips as he passively tugged at a few guitar strings, not so much to create a melody as to ground himself. A reminder of his existence outside of his own mind.

But nothing was ever silent. If it wasn't Eddie himself making the noise, it was the soft thrumming of his tape deck playing at a volume acceptable to their complex of neighbors. It was the low murmur of the television, playing background noise as Eddie invested his concentration into drawing or painting, his imagination bleeding in rainbow cascades to invent entirely new colors from his artwork.

"Eddie?" Chrissy called, hanging her purse on the hook in the foyer (the one she'd installed herself! All on her own!) and toeing off her work flats before pattering more fully into their apartment.

The door was unlocked, which meant he was home. Eddie would forget to turn off the shower or leave the fridge open, but he'd never do something that would compromise Chrissy's safety. She knew that. Eddie always triple-checked the doorknob if he was leaving, just to make sure he locked it.

Besides a few new breadcrumbs on the counter, the kitchen was as she left it that morning. The throw blanket that normally sat on the back of their couch was crumpled against an arm – Eddie preferred it to a throw pillow because he could dictate how it sat against his spine. The bathroom light was on, and their bedroom door was closed––

Oh.

Their bedroom door was closed.

Okay. Chrissy nodded to herself, slipping back into the kitchen and grabbing a glass from the cabinet to fill with water. Then, she quickly made a sandwich – turkey, lettuce, mayonnaise, red onion – and sliced it into triangles. Eddie thought triangular sandwiches were hilarious, and he was normally too impatient to do it for himself.

Pattering back over to the door, Chrissy knocked five times, then turned the knob and let herself in.

Eddie was sitting up against the side of the bed, his back against the mattress and his hair a mess of riotous curls around his shoulders. Chrissy loved Eddie's hair. It was as crazy and untamable as he was, even despite the conditioner that she knew he'd started using under her influence.

Setting the snack and water on the nightstand, Chrissy crawled across the bed, kneeling just above his shoulders and gently scratching her nails against his scalp.

Knees raised and arms propped against them, Eddie kept his face resolutely hidden, his shoulders going rigid with Chrissy's gentle touch.

"I don't need it," he mumbled after a minute, twisting his shoulders like he could shrug her away.

"Okay," Chrissy responded, continuing her slow brush, fingertips running down the length of his neck over and over again.

"Just go away, Chris," he tried again. "I don't need your fuckin' sympathy, alright?"

"Alright," Chrissy agreed, shifting her hand until it was gliding back and forth across the length of his shoulders.

"Ugh, Jesus Christ," Eddie mumbled, scooching out of her reach and still keeping his face firmly tucked into his arms. Which was exactly what Chrissy needed, using the new bit of distance to slip behind him and wrap her arms around tightly his torso. Eddie stiffened in her embrace. She only hugged him tighter.

"Did you not hear me or something? I said go away," Eddie hissed, his voice thick where it escaped beneath his arms. Chrissy nodded against his spine, pressing her cheek there and listening to the rapid inflation and exhalation of his lungs.

"Heard you," she replied. "Remember what you told me, though? You said not to leave."

"Yeah, well, I fucking lied, alright? Leave."

She didn't let it hurt, even if a little pang echoed through her chest at his callous words.

The first time this had happened – something that triggered bad memories from his childhood, though Chrissy knew little beyond that; just that they were about his parents, typically, from before Wayne came in and fought for custody – he'd clammed up completely. And his clamming up made her anxious, which had her shutting down, which only made his emotions spiral further as he unintentionally pushed her away.

They'd talked about it in-depth, once the storm had passed and they were cautiously peeking at one another in hopes of sunshine, and Eddie had said what worked best was reminding him that he wasn't alone.

"I will try so fucking hard not to say dumb shit, sweetness, I promise. But I can't really guarantee it, because, y'know, there's a disconnect somewhere between brain and mouth. Hah. But I just... I need the reminder that you're there. The touch, the safety. I... Sometimes it's hard for me to remember that you chose me, you know?"

It had been a while since he had an episode like this. Chrissy had thought that maybe he was realizing that she was gonna keep choosing him, no matter what.

Chrissy chose to say nothing. She just squeezed him tighter, bringing her knees up around his hips so she could press as close as possible to his body.

Eddie scoffed. Sat, stone-still like a statue, as if waiting for her to get tired of his marble shoulder and leave. Because he expected her to, even if she'd spent the last year reminding him that it wasn't an option.

How could she possibly leave when she loved him so much?

It took a few minutes, but, ever so slowly, the tense muscles against her body began to relax. Rippling like the tide of a beach finally receding, until he was letting the tiniest amount of his weight rest against her. A few minutes more and his arms carefully came up to cradle hers, then squeeze. Squeezing even tighter, until she was smooshed up against their bed and he was trembling in her grasp. And still, she did not move except to fist her hands in his t-shirt, anchoring him to this little slice of reality they'd carved into the earth for themselves. Spilling every ounce of adoration she had directly into his flesh, until his breathing hitched and he was scrubbing his hands down the length of his face to stave off the tears.

"Shit," he gasped. "Shit, baby, I'm so––"

"It's okay," she told him before he could fall into his spiral of unnecessary apologies. "I'm here, Eddie, and it's okay. It's okay. I'm here."

Eddie nodded, bringing one of her hands up so he could kiss her palm. He pressed her hand to his forehead, holding it there like he needed some part of her as close to his brain as possible to extinguish the bad thoughts.

"You're my paladin, baby, you know that?"

"What do you mean?"

"My knight in shining armor. The thing that gets between me and the shit I can't seem to let go of."

"My paladin," Eddie whispered against her wrist, kissing her there and gradually making his way up her arm.

It took some time, but eventually Eddie had enough fortitude to peel himself off the floor. Chrissy grabbed a tape at random and stuck it in the stereo, gently easing Eddie into the bed and climbing in next to him, sandwich and water in tow.

He pulled her legs across his lap, settling the plate between them as he thanked her profusely for the water.

And Chrissy knew he'd be okay.

Because when he looked at those little sandwich triangles, he laughed.

#hellcheer #eddissy #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #stranger things #eddie x chrissy #chrissy x eddie #hellcheer drabble #sometimes you just need the love of ur life to ground you #and remind you she's never going anywhere #i thought about doing chrissy instead of eddie but tbh i feel like i've written eddie comforting chrissy so many times #but i rarely show eddie battling his demons #so have this

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elsaellaelys · 9 months

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Bewitched - part 2

Bewitched - part 1

100 followers commemoration!

summary: JJ and Y/N have problems with their FwB relationship.

Warnings: mentions of 18+ content

2.193 words

pairing: JJ Maybank x Fem!reader

a/n: 100 followers!!! Thank you so much for the supporting. I gladly came back with a part 2 of this friends to lovers fic. Hope you enjoy.

Requested by: @maybank-archives @bookishbabyyy @emberlum3

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Y/N was still a little sore that day, even when JJ dropped her at home, - planting a wet kiss on her lips holding her face between his hands, saying she was the prettiest girl on earth - when she avoided her parents cause of her foggy weed hangover, when she stayed under the lukewarm water in the shower, she still felt him inside her, still felt the desire of being under him, around him, even more stronger than she was feeling before, that's what got her working her fingers on her clit.

They were high when it happened and, of course he had said the most sweet things anybody ever told her, but maybe JJ didn't had time to put his brain back in his skull, maybe his heart wasn't fully awake. She promised herself that would never happen again, so she kept herself busy, with her fingers and vibrators, anything that wasn't him, it was better this way, she didn't wanted to lose his friendship.

All times he came to kiss her, she kissed his cheek, when his arms rounded her waist, she petted him on the head, she thought he would be mad, but all he did was laugh and do the same back. So she confirmed in her mind: It's okay, he just felt the same. We are good friends and that's everything we need to be.

Oh how wrong she was.

There she was again, opening the Chateau's door, calling for JJ, hoping John B. wasn't around because she wanted to kiss JJ in every corner of the house. She couldn't find him, though, the reality hitted her hardly, she turned around, ready to go away and pretend, to herself, that it never happened when she bumped into his chest, shirtless and wet chest.

"What's up?" he asked, putting the surfboard apart. Oh God, he had just come back from surfing. How she loved to see him like that, all wet, hair dripping salt water, except that now he was more dried from the walk, and it made she think about what she missed; him, surfing alone, tonned body all on display.

"So...?" he asked again, she forgot she was no able to stop in time to admire him.

"I... I just - wanted to smoke. With you." she said/spilled/confessed hoping he would understand and not understand what she meant. But he did, smirking lightly, not wanting to act haughty and scare her away.

"Okay." he threw a towel over his shoulder looking around for his magic box "Do you wanna go to my room or...?"

She felt a heat in her face, sure she was blushing so she reached for a cup of water, shrugging. "Whatever." And added to sound more natural. "Just had a really tough day so anything would be nice." It was true though, she had a tough day since she woke, had dreamed with the night in his room, woke up late, flustered and wet, and still pretended everything was fine when she just wanted him all the time since that day. He nodded, guiding her to his room with a hand in her lower back, they sat on the bed, front to front, he mindless rubbed the sand off his feet.

"I think Lemon Tree would be good for you, but I have Double Banana Tangie if you rather..."

She just stared at him, in her mind there were only two thoughts: Do it or don't do it.

"Don't make fun, I wanted to try citrus and Banana Tangie is like banana-flavored Laffy Taffy. What do you want?"

Her body moved by its own, hands reaching for his face, mouth reaching for his lips. He corresponded with the same intensity and there they were again, tangled in the bed, clothes threw on the floor, whimpers, moans, groans in the air. That's when she realized they couldn't be just friends if they were so obsessed with each other, so bewitched.

Hookups were frequent from then on, sneaking out from parties together, always taking too much to arrive, finding a way to be touching in any way. JJ was attaining to her, remembering her how pretty she was to him, how she caught him in her love spell and now he didn't wanted to leave.

It was no secret what was going on between them, the pogues knew, the only problem was the how JJ and Y/N deal with it, pretending nothing was happening besides simple hookups between friends and we all know what happens with a friends with benefits relationship.

About a week ago, Y/N was sleeping in JJ's room in the Chateau, the boys bubbling woke her up, looking through the window it was already night and she was so satisfied from the evening with JJ that the irritation of being awake quickly dissipated. She went to bathroom trying to take the sleep off her when the sound of her name being mentioned reached her ears.

Opening the door, the boys conversation getting more clear. "So you're not asking Y/N to be your girlfriend?" Pope asked. "You're together all time, everybody thinks you already dating."

JJ scoffed lightly. "That could never work." he simply spoke.

Y/N boiled up to her head. How could he say that? After all the sweet bullshit he said to her. She banged the bathroom door behind her, entering the room to get everything that belonged to her she could find on the floor, shoving into her bag, rushing out past the door.

"Y/N wait! Where you going?" he confusingly asked.

She turned around, JJ swore he could see steam coming out of her ears. "Fuck you JJ."

Now, shit. She got it wrong. That's why you shouldn't talk about someone when they may hear.

He didn't found the strength to go after her, deep inside he knew he'd fuck it up, but not so early.

Day after day, his calls went to voice mails, her dad was pissed and tired of telling JJ to not knock on the door again, he even climbed to her window, as a ultimate try, but she refused to open, leaving the bedroom the minute she saw him through the glass, looking so regretful she almost gave in, when she came back there was a piece of paper on the windowsill, hold down by a seashell and a rock.

"Talk to me. You cant leave a bewitched man hopeless in love like this."

She almost cried, angry and confused, how could he talk about them like that, saying they would never work, when they were still sleeping together, and then beg for attention like she didn't had a reason to avoid him. There's no way she was facing him this early, so for the rest of week she made sure he would see her, but know she wasn't talking to him, crossing the street to not pass by him, not going to the Chateau, ignoring him in every way possible, she wanted to torture him, to make clear what she felt.

Kiara was the first one to position abou it, she had enough, one of her friends was walking around miserable and the other was no longer to be seen, talking to the rest of the group they created a plan and it was all happening that Saturday. It was their day off so there was no way they could escape, so when the sun rised John B., Pope and Kiara were in the front of the Chateau, John B. made sure all the windows and doors (except the front one) were closed and locked while Kiara typed Y/N's number in the phone. Y/N cover her head with blanked when her phone started ringing, but it made it stop, her hand slipped to the top of the commode, groaning as she picked up. "What?" she grumbled.

"Y/N! You have to come to the Chateau right now! JJ is crazy, he's freaking out, you have to come! He's only asking for you." Kiara said, trying to sound as more apprehensive as possible.

"Okay. I'm going." Y/N softly answered, quickly hanging up, her mind running miles an hour, but the only think she could focus on was being there to JJ. Cause he was her friend after all.

No.

He's was the one she loved. And think that only made she rush.

But she didn't know the same was happening to him, Pope just called JJ, saying the same and he was already getting up, grabing the first - dirty - shirt he found on the floor and his dad passed out on the couch didn't meant a thing as he made his way to his motorcycle. If something happen to her, he would never forgive himself. He didn't even mind to park his bike as he arrived, the house was empty though, there was nobody to see so he thought the worse. Ready to leave straight to her house - or worse, the hospital - he heard her voice.

"JJ?" she yelled, sounding like a beg to her ears, a beg that he was okay, sounding to him as the most melodic sound he heard in the last few days.

She was in the door way, sweatshirt loose covering half of her biker shorts, flipflops on, a bandana holding her hair down. JJ was relieved she was there, and fine, but couldn't help to think he was the most idiot guy in the whole planet for causing the distance between them when he could be holding her tight against him.

He putted his hands on the pockets of his moletom pants, she stare at him, trying to process whatever was wrong. He seemed alright, messy blonde hair, bright blue eyes staring back at her, kinda confused, kinda scared, kinda sad. Y/N felt her heart broke a little for him, cutting the distance between then she reached for his face, looking around for any cuts or bruises.

"Are you okay? You hurt?" she asked.

"Why would I be?" he asked back.

The door behind shutted with a bang, a key sound locking it. Y/N quickly tried opening, miserably.

"What the fuck?" she yelled.

"Make it up to each other." The pogues yelled back.

It was hardly long minutes she spent trying to shake the door open. JJ was trying to find the right thing to say, but his throat felt closed.

Y/N turned around, giving up the door. Seeing each other standing there, like they weren't best friends - crazily in love - made their hearts hurt a little.

"I have anything to apologize for." Y/N started.

"I know."

They sitted on the couch, far away. Y/N was feeling the words piling in her head, stuck in her chest, ready to be spilled.

"How could you say that?" "I'm sorry..." " Shut up! You have being talking way to much. And I don't have a chance to say how I feel?!" She gulped, to see if it could hold the tears back. "You said sweet things to me and you kept sleeping with me, but going around and saying we could never work? So what were you trying to do with me? Keep yourself busy?"

"No! I wasn't." he swore, eyeing the floor instead of her, he could feel she staring at him, and he could feel the pain in her gaze, the one he caused. "I know what I said was fucked up. God! I know I fucked everything and that's such a shit, because it's what I've being afraid of."

The things he practice to say to her when he had a chance disappeared from his mind. But he knew how to confess to her, he couldn't lie to her. So he looked in her eyes. "I thought we could never work out, because I would screw it, because I'd make you feel like this. If we kept just in the friends line maybe we could go back. But I can't. Y/N. I'm SO in love with you. I'm sorry I didn't knew that earlier."

"Do you know it now?"

"Yes, I do." he fastly answered. "Please forgive me, we can go back to being just friends, I don't wanna lose you."

"I don't wanna be your friend, JJ. Because I'm SO in love you." she smiled.

He excitedly got closer, still not touching her, afraid of doing something wrong. "So it's okay?" she nodded, biting her bottom lip lightly. "Good, I'm so in love with you."

"Then shut up and kiss me."

And he did. Passionate and full of certainty, he cared her lips with his own, she putted his hands on her waist, he didn't lost time to bring her closer. "I want to be my girlfriend, I would do anything to not fuck it up. I promise." he whispered between kisses.

"I'll be. You can talk to me, we can work this together."

Her back met the sofa as he leaned over her, starting to kiss not only her mouth, but her neck, and cheeks, forehead, any place he could reach, she was all giggles.

"God! What is this spell?"

#jj maybank #obx fanfiction #jj maybank fanfiction #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank smut #jj mayback imagine #jj maybank x you

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lgg5989 · 1 year

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Buy Dirt - A One Beer Universe Fic

This is for @callmemana! Thank you so much for the request dear, I'm so sorry it took so long to get out but I hope you enjoy it none the less. Congrats to 100 followers!!! That's so amazing :D

Thanks to @barbiewritesstuff for betaing this for me, you are the best bestie!

This is based on the song Buy Dirt by Jordan Davis.

(IK IK this is Lew Lew with Rhett Abott vibes but I love his smile)

Bob let out a deep sigh from the other side of the bed causing a sad smile to come across your face. Today was always hard for him. While most people were enjoying the end of the holidays and the start of the new year, Bob always found himself in mourning on January first.

You rolled over, taking him in for a moment before pressing yourself close to him, or as close as you could with the protrusion of your belly between the two of you. Bob was laying on his back, one arm bent behind his head, and the other now wrapped up around your back.

“Sorry darlin’,” he said quietly before pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

You gave him a small smile, “You didn’t.”

The two of you laid in a comfortable silence for a while before you felt the baby inside you stir. You took your husband's hand from behind his head and pressed it to your stomach, watching the smile that spread across his face at the sharp kicks you were being subjected to. The pressure of his hand increased for a second as he shifted in the bed, his head now closer to your round belly.

“Hey there little one,” he said, pressing a kiss over your bump, “Be gentle with your momma.”

At his words, the kicking slowed, and you let out a small laugh at the change, “I don’t know how you do that love,” you said, looking down at him in wonder.

He smiled up at you and you thought that maybe his victory with your next bundle of joy would be enough to pull him from his thoughts, but his eyes didn’t light up like they usually did.

“You thinkin’ about him?” you asked quietly, one hand caressing the side of his head, stopping to cradle his cheek.

Bob let out another heavy sigh before answering, “More so than usual this year.”

You nodded in understanding. This year marked two years since his grandfather, Edward Floyd, had passed away.

“Why don’t you take a shower and I’ll get the kids up?” you suggested, knowing your eyes were full of concern.

“You don’t have to do that darlin’, I can-” he started.

“I want to, I know how much he meant to you, let me take care of you Robby,” you said, rubbing your thumb across his cheek before turning to try and gracefully roll out of bed, not allowing him any more time to argue.

—

Bob watched you leave the room after pulling on one of his sweatshirts, the hem hanging well past your hips. A small smile found its way on his face at the sight, but it quickly fell from his lips with the reminder of why he had the day off.

Letting out another deep sigh, he sat up on the edge of the bed, glancing at the bookshelf in the corner of the room, his eyes landed on one of the only photos of Ed squared together and his mind started to wander back to the day it was taken.

Bob was on leave, he had requested it as far in advance as he could to ensure he was home in time for his grandpop’s birthday. Ed Floyd was turning eighty in a few days, and the surprise you had helped Bob plan was something he knew would knock the older man’s socks off.

While Ed was young at heart, the man’s body was run down after almost eighty hard earned years going around the sun. Because of this, he hadn’t been able to travel out to see his namesake, Eddie, since the little boy had been born, almost six months ago.

The two of you shared a secret smile as Arthur made his way to the front door.

“Bob said his present would be here soon pop, maybe this is it?” he called out behind him as he opened the door. Bob watched as his dad engulfed you in a tight hug, pressing a fatherly kiss to your forehead.

“Y/n, how are you dear? Feeling okay since the baby? Little Eddie doing okay?” he asked quietly.

You nodded, a smile splitting your face, “I’m wonderful, feeling much better now that he’s on a schedule. He’s just perfect, I don’t think we could be any more blessed.”

Then he turned to Bob, “Bobby,” his dad said quietly, pulling him into a tight hug, “How are you?”

“We’re good dad,” he replied, holding up the baby carrier once he had been released to show off the newest addition to the Floyd family.

“Well, who is it?” a gruff voice called from inside the house.

Dad let out a laugh before responding, “It’s your gift!”

“You better not be snooping through it!” Grandpop called out, “Any contraband that boy sent me is mine!”

Bob’s face split into a smile as he raised his voice, “Don’t worry, he’s not snooping! Besides, the contraband is still in the car.”

Bob led the way into the house, finding Grandpop sitting in the living room in front of the TV.

“Bobby!” he exclaimed, attempting to rise from his lazy chair.

“Grandpop, don’t get up!” Bob said, taking the few long strides required to beat his grandpa up.

The older man rose to his full height, his eyes squinting towards Bob, “I will get up if I damn well please, thank you very much,” he said, a smile on his face, “I’m old, not dead.”

Bob watched the moment he realized that Y/n was here, so that meant, “Alright, where’s the little bug at?” he asked, excitement on his face.

The sound of clattering glass in the kitchen pulled Bob from his reverie. With another sad huff, he stood from the bed and walked into the bathroom. Not following his usual schedule at all, Bob stepped right into the shower. He relished in the numbing sensation of the cold spray for far longer than any decent person would. As he heard the small shrieks and yells of Eddie and Katie through the walls, his mind wandered to the advice his Grandpop had given him years ago.

While you were putting Eddie down for his nap, Bob joined his grandfather on the back porch of their family home. The hills of Tennessee were rolling out in front of him and he couldn’t help but smile as he handed his grandfather a fresh cup of coffee, “Here you go Pops.”

“Thanks buckaroo,” the man said. He paused to take a sip of the steaming brew before a smile came over his face as he asked, “Your daddy still fussing over little Ed?”

Bob let out a laugh, “I don’t think there will be a day that he doesn’t fuss over little Ed.”

“That’s as it should be,” Pops said with a sigh, turning to look at Bob fully, “What you been up to lately?”

Sighing deeply, Bob reflected, since Eddie had been born, it felt like all he was trying to do was make ends meet. With his enrollment in the Naval Academy, he knew he was going to have to pick something to go into soon, but he couldn’t help but look at the ES pay values of each job. All he wanted to do was give his small family a future.

“Chasing a dollar,” he admitted quietly, finding all he could seem to look at was the hills beyond the house.

The porch was silent for a moment as they both took sips of coffee, Bob was surprised to hear Pops let out a small laugh, “We all do boy. I’ll give you my two cents on making a dollar count.”

Bob waited with anticipation as Pops took another sip of his steaming mug, “Buy dirt.”

He paused for a moment, not sure he heard the older man correctly, but before he could question it, his gravelly voice continued, “You’ve got the one you can’t live without, and you’re doing right by her,” he said with admiration in his voice, “Do what you love, but call it work,” he continued, pinning him with a meaningful look.

Another pause and another sip of coffee, “Throw a little money in the plate at church,” he continued, “Send those prayers up and some roots down deep.”

Pops laughed a little before continuing, “You’ve added a limb to the family tree, enjoy that boy Bobby, he’ll grow faster than that grass always seems to.”

Bob was pulled from his memory, this time by your voice, “Robby?”

“I’m sorry love, can you repeat that?” he called back, turning the water off and stepping out of the shower, his eyes on you.

You gave him a sad smile, “I’ve got breakfast ready when you are.”

“Be right there darlin’,” he replied, pressing a quick kiss to your temple as he stepped back into the bedroom to get dressed. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw you wince, but you brushed it off rather quickly, so he let it go.

By the time he attempted to pull himself from his mood and make it out to the breakfast table, Eddie and Katie had already dug in, both of them having chocolate smeared across their cheeks from the chocolate chip pancakes you had made.

“Daddy!” Katie cried, a wide smile on her face, “I saved your seat!”

“Thank you baby, I don’t know what I would do without you,” Bob said, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of her head as he sat down in the chair across from you.

—

After breakfast was eaten and cleaned up, the rest of New Year’s day was spent inside the house. Eddie and Katie playing with the toys they had gotten for Christmas while Bob and you were attempting to do a few chores around the house.

Feeling fatigued, you laid down on your bed opting for an afternoon nap. After what felt like only seconds of comfort, you felt a sharp pain radiate over your stomach and your eyes flew open, “Bob!”

As you attempted to sit up, another, stronger, pain caused you to flinch, keeping you on the bed. You heard rushed footsteps coming down the hall, “What’s wrong?” your husband asked as he appeared in the doorway, his eyes wide and concerned.

“I think I’m going into labor,” you said quickly before the panic started to set in, “But I’m not due for another two weeks!”

Before you could descend any further into yourself, Bob’s arms wrapped around you, “Hey, it's okay. They just want to meet us early, okay?”

You felt yourself nod, your head resting above Bob’s heart allowed you to hear the beat of his heart as you calmed yourself down.

“I’m going to go call Phoenix, can you get the bag ready?” he asked, using a finger to bring your face up to his.

“I think so,” you said, feeling calmer than just a few minutes before. You turned from his hold to reach for the fresh basket of laundry you had been meaning to put away for a few days, beginning to rifle through it to gather clothes for both you and Bob.

His voice filtered into the bedroom from the living room and you listened as you packed clothes into Bob’s Navy duffle, “I know, she’s a bit early…yeah, whenever you can get here…don’t rush please, my kids need their Auntie Nix…okay, see you soon.”

“Okay, Phoenix is on her way,” he said, coming back into the room.

“Auntie Nix is coming?!” Katie exclaimed, crawling up on to the bed, “Where are you goin’ momma?”

You smiled at your baby girl, “Daddy and I are going to meet the new baby,” you said as calmly as possible.

“Is he coming today?” Eddie asked, eyes wide.

Bob let out a small laugh, ruffling the your eight year old’s hair, “Yeah buddy, they are coming today, whoever they may be.”

You heard a grumbled, “I hope it's a boy,” under your son’s breath and it caused you to laugh. At that moment, another contraction took you, causing your laugh to turn into a breathless groan.

“Alright honey,” Bob started, “Where is the baby stuff?”

“Just in the nursery, I have some things laid out on the changing table,” you said, pressing one hand to your side, trying to relieve the pain.

“Alright,” he said, grabbing the bag and moving quickly down the hall. You turned to look at Eddie and Katie, “Let’s go wait by the door for Auntie Nix, okay?”

“Okay momma!” Katie called, rushing out of the room, Eddie stood there looking at you with scared eyes, “Are you okay momma?”

Your heart melted at his concern, “I’m alright baby,” you said, pulling him into a side hug as you waddled to the front door and took a seat on the shoe bench.

There was a knock at the door and before you could even think about rising from the position you had settled in, Bob dropped the duffle at your feet and pulled the door open, “Phoenix, thanks for coming.”

Natasha stepped into the house, folding her aviators into her shirt, her motorcycle helmet tucked under her arm, “Of course Bobby, gotta make sure your Baby On Board makes it to the hospital in time,” she replied with a wink in your direction.

You snorted at her quip, having heard the tale of their first day in training with Mav several times over. Another flash of pain radiated out of you, causing you to flinch again.

Bob wrapped an arm around your shoulders, supporting some of your weight as he guided you to stand, “Okay, you two be good for Auntie Nix, we will see you soon okay?”

Nat grabbed the duffle and slipped it over Bob’s free shoulder, “Drive safe you two, let me know when you want me to bring them by okay?”

“Thanks Nat,” you called as Bob ushered you out of the house.

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After two hours of labor and lots of hand squeezing, Hank Edward Floyd was brought screaming into the world. Bob was sitting in the recliner provided in the birthing suite, little Hank settled into his arms as he watched the two of you sleep. His mind started to wander back to the memory he had been visiting this morning, and a smile spread over his face.

Pops laughed a little before continuing, “You’ve added a limb to the family tree, enjoy that boy Bobby, he’ll grow faster than that grass always seems to.”

Bob smiled, his mind drifting to the small baby you likely almost had asleep upstairs. Pops’ voice pulled him from the thought, his voice going quieter than Bob had ever heard, “‘Cause the truth about it is, it all goes by real quick. You can’t buy happiness, but you can buy dirt. You gotta find you a few things that matter, that you can put a fence around, and then you need to thank the Good Lord for it, ‘cause he ain’t makin’ any more of it.”

Phoenix appeared in the doorway, Katie held in her arms and Eddie at her side, “Hey there Bobert, got a baby for us to look at?” she asked, a smile on her face.

“Is it a boy?” Eddied asked, his eyes wide as he walked over to sit in the recliner next to Bob, and your face broke into a smile.

Bob nodded, smiling at his oldest son, “It's a boy, Hank Edward Floyd,” he announced proudly, watching for Eddie’s reaction.

Eddie’s eyes got wide, “He’s named after Pops too?”

“Yes he is,” Bob affirmed, “Do you want to hold him?”

Ed nodded, his face nervous as he climbed onto Bob’s lap to look down at his little brother.

So buy dirt

Find the one you can't live without

Get a ring, let your knee hit the ground

Do what you love but call it work

And throw a little money in the plate at church

Send your prayers up and your roots down deep

Add a few limbs to your family tree

And watch their pencil marks

And the grass in the yard all grow up

'Cause the truth about it is

It all goes by real quick

You can't buy happiness

But you can buy dirt

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Worthy (Kenpachi Zaraki x male!husband reader)

Absolutely no warnings the whole thing is fluff🦦

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The rays of the sun were shining through the bedroom window which was on the right side of the bed. Two males were laying on the bed in the center of the room only its head board touching the wall behind it.

Kenpachi groaned softly and opened his eyes to see his husband, Y/N, laying on top of him. He took in the mans facial features, not like he had them burned into his memory due to staring at his husband a lot. But he still loved these moments.

When Y/Ns face was completely calm and unbothered, in times like this his beauty truly shone through. His plump l/c lips that were curling upwards slightly, he was probably having a pleasant dream, his nose which complimented and put his facial features together perfectly, and his eyes, It's true that when open, they could make Kenpachi stumble over his own words and loose the thoughts he was having prior but when they were closed that also gave a glow to his husbands face.

Kenpachi was lucky indeed. On how he found himself such a loving and caring husband who would never even look at others if Kenpachi is in the room, and oh that glint in his eyes when he looks at him.

Kenpachi had a hard time capturing reality. He never understood how Y/N, an actual angel, could fall for him, a brute whose life and death was battle and every breath he took was to kill someone. He often wondered why Y/N didn't find, or go look for, someone else. Someone who can treat him the way he deserves it. Even though Knepachi tries very hard to be a good husband, his anger gets the best of him sometimes and his blood lust is something that makes you constantly worried for his health.

You always tell him that there is no one you would rather be with than him, that the fact that he isn't perfect is something you love about him so much and that no one is in fact perfect.

He disagreed, kind of, he found you perfect, thats an argument you guys always had.

Even after telling him all these things he still wants for you to be with someone better than him. Of course it would break him into millions of pieces but he just knows that if you would be with someone more suited for you than--

"Pachi?" Your raspy morning voice, which he loved so much, got him out of his trance "yes?" Asked he groggily as well.

"You have been zoning out for a long time I just wanted to know if you were ok" you said while playing with his now let down hair.

He looked at you, the way the morning sunlight shone on your face made it even more handsome than it usually is. Of course you have been worried about him. Its what you do.

"Are you having those horrible thoughts again?" How foolish of him. To think for a second that you couldn't read him like a book and know exactly whats on his mind. "Look at me" you said, even though he was looking at you, you meant really at you, into your eyes, paying attention to the words you say, he knew that's what you meant.

You sat up to straddle him and held his face in you hands. "I love you more then life itself, and no matter what you thought about just now you deserve me and are the best possible partenr for me I know it, I married you because of it" you smiled putting up your hand in front of his face for him to see the ring on it.

He looked at your hand, then took it into his own, brought it to his lips and kissed your knuckles gently, a small smile spreading on his lips, god, he loved you so much. You giggled and took a hold of his hand that was holding yours. Than leaned closer and kissed his lips instead.

"I'll repeat the words so they stay in your mind Kenpachi Zaraki, you're not just worthy of me, but you are the perfect match for me, the love of my life"

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'ELLO LOVELY BEINGS

Is Kenny to OOC???🧐

Ehh idk but I like this fic its short and syrupy sweet🫠

Maybe a bit too sweet idk anymore🦦

ANYHOW I don't know if you guys could tell but I may be a bit obsessed w Kenpachi🐥

I know you guys want more op fics, at least thats my guess cus my Usopp fic received tons of love, thank you so much for that, and worry you not I shall write more for one piece. My next fic is going to be a Sanji fic🤓 (I hope)

Well I hope you enjoy your reading, ladies, gentlemen and others, good afternoon good evening and good night🧡🦖

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