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forgeofthenine · 6 months

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Could I request an NSFW headcanon for Dammon and Zevlor with a breeding kink 👀 I feel like of the tiefling bachelors those two would definitely have a breeding kink

Also your writing is amazing and perfect ❤️ you are quite literally one of the only blogs powering me through this tiefling hyperfixation of mine thank you 😭😭

Thank you so much Anon, I've been wanting to write for this kink since before I started the blog!! I'm so glad to hear I'm fuelling your hyperfixation, and I'm always happy to be of service <3

I added Rolan in as a little extra treat, I hope you enjoy :)

NSFW under the cut, surprisingly gender neutral considering the theme

No real warnings, just possible overstimulation for all parts but particularly for Rolan

Tiefling bachelor's with a breeding kink

Dammon

This man, dear lord

I have never seen a man with a bigger breeding kink

Dammon is a family man through and through, and no one could blame either of you for enjoying creating that family

As soon as you two settle into baldurs gate it's a thought that never leaves his mind

Absolutely the type to whisper in your ear what he's going to do to you later, sometimes to the point you need to pull him into the bedroom yourself

Once you're there, he's all over you

It doesn't matter if you can get pregnant or not, he always fucks you with that same intense need

Dammon kisses you so sweetly as he pulls you into a mating press, sinfully holding you down against the bed

He's able to keep you pinned for hours if you'll let him, the stamina used in his forge also finds a use in the bedroom

The strain never bothers him, Dammons focus entirely on the way you squeeze so nicely around his dick, how you moan with every thrust of his hips

There's nothing quite like having your legs held down, Dammons tail wrapping around an ankle, his lips hungrily kissing yours before parting to murmur in your ear

"Mm, go on, you can be louder than that darling. Let everyone know how much you want my cum, want me to breed you-"

He pays plenty of attention to your chest too, squeezing and sucking as he imagines how you'll look swollen with milk

It's obvious, but he cums inside every time

Dammon watches as he pulls out too, seeing his seed dripping from you before asking if you're up for another round

Zevlor

After years of thinking the possibility of having kids was behind him, Zevlor stopped thinking about it so much

That is, until you asked, and reawakened something inside him

Suddenly his thoughts are consumed by the idea of getting you pregnant

Once again, whether or not you can get pregnant doesn't matter to him

I feel like Zevlor is partial to missionary style, some may thinks it's boring but he sees it as a classic, it lets you both feel everything and he loves seeing your face

He'd also be partial to cowgirl if you want to top, it lets him see your whole body and run his hands over every part of you

He's just so soft with you, even his pace is sweet and focuses on your pleasure

Zevlors the type to talk sweet nothings to you as he makes love to you, his breeding kink really does just come from how much he loves you

"You look gorgeous, my love. I can't wait to see you carrying our child."

You'll always cum too, multiple times

A lot actually

He does too

Definitely the type to stay inside afterwards, keeping his cum deep inside with the hopes of it taking

He pulls you in close, spooning you so your bodies are still pressed tight together as he wraps himself around you

The type to also place a large, warm hand over your lower stomach as he imagines the family you'll both have

Rolan

Rolan is a bit of a wildcard

I have a feeling he secretly likes children, and is shockingly good with them

After his younger siblings, and all the refugee children, once he's settled into Ramaziths tower his mind will drift

Unlike the other two, it's very impromptu

Rolan would have you pressed against a bookshelf in his private study, taking you roughly from behind

Some stranger, some asshole, had put his hands all over you and Rolan wasn't having any of it

What was the best way to show you had all you needed already, with him? Getting you knocked up

He was in such a rush that you're both still mostly clothed, your pants pulled down and his robes pushed aside with the laces of his pants undone

He nips and kisses your neck as he thrusts into you, hands firm on your hips and tail spreading your legs apart

When he does cum, he pulls out slowly, and presses any that leaks out back in with his finger

Rolan revels in your fucked out moans as he does, taking advantage to finger you to another orgasm

"That's it baby, go on, give me another and I'll give you more of my cum. Gonna fill you up all over again."

It won't take long until you feel a familiar ridged cock rubbing against your ass

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okwonyo · 3 months

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beloveds’ digital logs.

ᙏ̤̫ ⠀엔하이픈 [ 형선 ] ♡ female reader & fluff established relationship + cw. not-proofread skinship 0.4k ｜ ( bookshelf )

heeseung

comes across a loads of tiktok trends; never fails to send it to you, spam you with it even, it even happens that; checking your phone after a long day, you see more ninety nine messages sent from him— begging you to do them with him when you come back home.

somehow convinces you to do playbacks with him; the genre where you are both on camera at the same as he sits non his gaming chair and you, on his laps. with his hand firmly holding your waist— he stares into your reflection on the phone during the whole time.

jongseong

is the type of boyfriend that is not on tiktok too much; would rather be on instagram or, unfortunately, twitter when he needs a good laugh. you are the one who convinced him of coming on this platform, using the ‘you’ll see my videos’ pretext, knowing the he finds you breathtakingly beautiful and cannot resist to this temptation.

his whole account would revolve are you and your beauty. reposts only constituted of your posts, a selfie you sent to him as his profile picture and always the first to spam comments on your playbacks with peotic compliments, as in “your ethereal visuals takes my breath way; just like you do when we kiss, princess”

jaeyun

makes you learn the most random dances ever created; enthusiastic and all giggly during your dance practice, there is not a single trending dance that he didn't make you learn so you could dance together. dancing and showing how beautiful his girl is, is a beyond than serious matter to him.

after taking a good shower and putting on his pyjamas, he lays on his bed, feet in the air and a enormous smile on growing bigger on his face as he reader the thousands of comments complimenting your amazing visuals..

sunghoon

can, and unfortunately will, start filming a tiktok— or more of a ‘thirst trap’ as like to say— out of the complete blue and with no warning before hand. he hears a song on his ‘for you’ page and immediately starts playback-ing to it, even if he is laying in bed and you are laying peacefully on his chest. he swears he always looks good and you look way better.

responds to comments that ask for your socials with; ‘no’, ‘she doesn't have a phone’, ‘go find your own’ or just like the comment to make them mad. he loves to flex his girlfriend but sharing her much less.

when i say ‘flex’ or ‘show off’ i mean in the; ‘my girlfriend is amazing, i'm so lucky to have her and everybody needs to know’ way— definitely not in the macho way... ㅠㅠ

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xreaderanonaccount · 5 months

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Webttore anon here... im just gonna go by 🐔 now !!! if thats ok :D sorry for sending so many requests, is it ok if i can request an akademiya Dottore smut with fem reader ? with cunnilingus n stuff :3 if not thats ok! - 🐔

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Tags: NSFW MINORS DNI, Afab Reader, Cunnilings, Semi-public,

A/n: Of course you can go by 🐔anon. As long as someone request Webttore I'm always happy to obliged! I do love him and he is such a cutie pootie.

You sighed as you flipped through the pages of an academic book, the house of Daena was quiet as it was very early in the morning. You need to get this research paper done before next week, and archons know that it takes forever to find a book that you need. It takes you forever to find a book you need because 10 other people are also looking for it. You leaned against the plush chair as the book you grabbed wasn’t helping you in the slightest. Why have a book with a name of a subject that you need and not have said subject in it? You shook your head as you got up from your seat. The chairs screeched against the marble floor as you sauntered over to the towering book shelf. You returned the book where you found it and looked around the nearby books. Maybe these books might have what you want. You reached over to one certain book whose title sounded interesting. As your hand touched the spine another more bigger hand engulfed yours. Your body was pressed against another and was caged against the wooden bookshelf.

“What do we have here?” A cool voice whispered into your ear. You looked up to meet a pair of ruby red eyes staring down yours. You smiled as you placed your weight against the other body.

“Hmm, just looking for a book about Khaenri’ah technology.” You smiled as laid your head against his shoulder. You know who this man is, your dear strange lover Zandik. The taboo scholar who has a strange fascination with Ruin guards. Zandik clicked his tongue as he let go of your hand.

“If you were looking for books about Khaenri’ah technology you should’ve asked me. I would’ve helped you.” He sighed in annoyance as crossed his arms. You smiled as you wrapped your arms around Zandik. No matter how many times people tell you to not fall in love with Zandik you couldn’t help yourself. He was weird, a mix of good and bad, and that’s what makes him charming. You felt Zandik wrap his arms around your waist hugging you back, well awkwardly but he’s trying. Zandik was guiding you back till your back softly hit the bookshelf. You look up confused on what Zandik had planned before Zandik slammed his lips against yours. It was rough but gentle as he gnawed at your lips asking for an opening. You gladly welcome him in as he shoves his tongue down your throat. You couldn’t help but moan into the kiss, Zandik hands trailed down your back before grasping your ass. You yelped in surprise, pulling away from the kiss.

“W-what are you doing?” You stuttered avoiding Zandik’s annoyed gaze.

“Is it not obvious?” He clicked his tongue latching his teeth against your bare neck.

“But we can’t do it here,” You proclaimed, “what if someone sees?”

Zandik chuckled against your neck as he pulled away, cupping your cheeks making you look in his eyes.

“Well that would be a problem as I locked the door,” Zandik smiled, “and the Grand Sage is gone as well. So let's have some fun shall we?” Zandik grinded against you, you felt his hardened dick against the layer of clothing. You couldn’t help but moan as you Zandik lifted you up, connecting your lips again. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his hips as he gently placed you on top of the nearest table. He pulled away mumbling sweet nothings against your ears. You couldn’t help but smile hearing Zandik speak so gently to you. He hates PDA but when it’s just you two, oh how he would praise you more than the archons themselves. You felt his hand trail down your legs before catching the ends of your akademiya uniform. He slowly hiked your dress up till it was all scrunched up at your hips. He played with the ends of your underwear, planting a soft kiss on your lips before kneeling between your legs. He continued to praise you as he slid your underwear off you, letting it hang off your ankles. He smiled as gently blew against your clit. You shudder as he teased you with his lips, pressing gently against your exposed thigh.

“Please Zandik.” You mumbled hooking your legs around Zandik’s shoulder drawing him in. You felt Zandik smiled against your skin before connecting his lips against your clit. You moaned before cupping your mouth preventing moans from escaping your lips. To Zandik that seemed like an insult, how dare you try to cover yourself up? How dare you try to hide your beautiful voice? Zandik continued his relentless attack against your clit, slurping, licking, biting anything to get you to moan. He gave a playful nip against your clit which caused your hands to fly to his curly blue hair. You gripped his hair so hard it earned a groan from him. He continued his attack against your clit. You couldn’t help but let moans fall out of your mouth. Zandik smiled against your clit, proud that he was able to get you to moan, especially so loudly in such a public area. Zandik slipped two fingers inside your vagina which caused a high pitch moan from you. He pumped them in and out, in and out. The sound of slurping, slapping, and moans were the only words heard inside the empty House of Daena.

“Please, let me cum. I want to cum Zandik.” You moaned, your voice becoming louder and louder. Zandik didn’t say anything but fastened his pace. His hands pistoning in and out of your soaking hole. Zandik started flicking his tongue against your clit. Your walls clench around his two fingers.

“Ah so good, so perfect.” He mumbled against your clit, “Your vagina sucking my fingers in, so greedy aren’t you?” You gripped his hair arching your back as Zandik attacked a certain part of your clit that just makes you go crazy. Moans were falling out of your mouths, his name chanted like you were praying to the Goddess of Wisdom herself. You felt your stomach coiling up, the feeling of your climax reaching its peak.

“Cum for me darling.” Zandik groaned against your clit. You let out a high pitch whine of his name, clamping down on his fingers. But Zandik ripped his fingers out of your vagina. You gasped at the lost feeling, but the fingers were quickly replaced by his tongue plunging into your vagina. You moaned, overstimulated but Zandik didn’t care. He lapped up all of your delicious nectar, cleaning you dry. Zandik pulled away, his ruby eyes blown with lust as he crawled up to you giving you a deep kiss. Allowing you to taste yourself.

“Now it's time to return the favor right?” He chuckled, you smiled, giving him a soft nod. He helped you up, allowing you to kneel down infront of him. He cupped your cheek giving you a wicked smile. Before you two could do anything you heard banging coming from the closed door. Zandik sighed in frustration as he yanked you up.

“It seems this might have to wait.” Zandik sighed as he walked towards the door, skillfully maneuvering a book to cover his hard on. You quickly adjusted your uniform and hair trying to make it look like nothing happened. You watched as Zandik opened the door, a young scholar walked in. The scholar was rambling about how he needed answer for this one question and the Akasha was not giving him the answers he needed. Zandik rolled his eyes in annoyance, he jerked his head towards the door signaling you to follow him. You sighed as you bid the scholar goodbye and followed Zandik out of the House of Daena.

“You’re still going to give me that favor.” Zandik whispered in your ear, laughing as he watched your face turn into a deep shade of red.

A/N: divider credits: cafekitsune

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #dottore x reader #genshin smut #dottore x female reader #genshin x reader smut #il dottore

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daenysx · 1 year

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soft!aemond is back and he's cooler than ever!

requests are open!!

my masterlist

the right brother

modern!aemond falls in love with aegon's (ex)girlfriend.

this is the third time this week.

for the third time, he is in your bed, wrapped around your body like it's the only thing that helps him relieve.

he cannot help it. it has become an addiction. you have become an addiction and now he cannot stop.

aemond targaryen is a determined man, not when it's about you apparently.

he shouldn't share the bed of his brother's ex-girlfriend because why would he? why would someone do such a thing? why would aegon's girl fall for him instead?

calling you aegon's girl makes him feel desperate and furious. you and aegon have broken up almost two weeks ago and in those weeks, aemond gladly got into your bed with you.

he cannot even remember how it happened for the first time. the only thing he knows is that he finally had the chance to be with you.

admitting his feelings for you was hard, even when you were dating with aegon the feelings were there but he buried them deep, put his walls between you and him.

then aegon broke up with you.

now, you are breaking his walls slowly. he cannot resist you. all he wants is to hold you in his arms at the end of an exhausting day, no words just your warmth.

he doesn't care about aegon. aegon has already found himself a new girlfriend. aegon wouldn't care about you and aemond. he would only mock aemond and tell him that he couldn't find himself a girl instead he settled with his big brother's ex.

he was standing next to your bookshelf. he was watching you as you try to read the assignments your professor gave you. it was pointless to try anyway, he was here and your focus belonged to him entirely.

he came closer, took the papers from you. your eyes were swollen with the need of sleep. after breaking up with aegon and having a thing with his brother you tried so hard to keep your focus on your studies just to be busy. you didn't fall asleep unless aemond was with you and midday naps weren't enough.

"come on. you should sleep."

it began like this today. now he is here wrapped around you. he covers your body with his bigger body and it feels right.

"it's okay, just close your eyes. go ahead sweetheart."

you blink slowly, looking up to him.

"when will you stop?"

"stop what?"

"coming to me. will you ever leave me like your brother did?"

he breathes slowly as if he tries to keep himself calm and steady.

"i will not leave you. i'm not like him, i would never break your heart."

you feel dizzy and confused. it not the right time for a big talk but still you keep going.

"what if one day you regret being with your brother's ex-girlfriend?"

aemond chuckles darkly.

"i don't see you as his ex. i don't want to."

"why are you here, aemond?"

"i'm falling for you."

aemond targaryen is an honest man.

"really?"

"i know your heart is still broken. i'm not forcing you to do anything. all i want is to take care of you. take your time, princess."

the feeling of your tears overwhelmes you and you desperately bury your face to his neck.

"no, please. don't cry now, what is it?"

"i've ruined everything, dated the wrong brother and now you are being so good to me. i don't want to use you as-"

"shh, stop this now. come on, you are far too clever to believe in such a thing. it's okay, baby. nothing matters now that i'm with you."

"yes?"

"yes."

he is so sure of himself, you love hearing his confident voice. you make yourself comfortable in his arms, his long fingers are on your waist as you realize one thing.

he never kissed you.

he never crossed this line. all he did was to comfort you, try to mend your broken heart. he slowly erased the images of your awful relationship with his older brother from your mind.

you decide to be the brave one.

"can i kiss you?"

"you can do anything you'd like to me, pretty girl."

your lips are soft against his. it's a slow kiss with no rush, just like your relationship. your lips melting between his lips and you exchange your breaths.

he keeps his hands on your hair, rubbing the spots behind your ears with his thumbs. he doesn't stop kissing you, he lets you decide everything. everything that makes you feel safe and healed. he loves the feeling of taking care of you.

he wants to call you his girl.

he wants you to let him call you his girl.

he wants you in his arms, his lips on your lips and on your neck, everywhere you need him.

he wants to be yours.

this is the story of you finally being with the right brother.

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127tyong · 1 year

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Pairing: Taeyong X Reader

Genre: Smut, Childhood Friends AU, Reader is in her 20s, Caught Masturbating (Taeyong)

Warnings: (This is so vanilla. Like, the most vanilla shit I've ever written. It's just sex y'all.)

Word Count: 3k

In your eyes, Taeyong was practically a baby. You grew up living in the same neighborhood as him, and would constantly go to his house after school. You always had a key to wherever he was living, even after you both entered the workforce and were adults, you would still go to his house and spend time with him, comforting each other.

You would never admit this, since Taeyong was such a nerd, but you always thought he was cute. After all, you spent your entire life with him, watching his highs and lows. Something about him made you giggle and your heart palpitate.

But today, after work, you went to his house, wanting to drink with him since you were stressed out, but he wasn’t home. Slipping off your heels, you massaged your feet through your stockings. Finally deciding to just go through his manga collection, you laid on his bed, and flipped through a random edition of “One Piece,” of which Taeyong owned the entire collection.

After about 30 minutes, you heard the front door click open, then lock shut as Taeyong returned home. “You’re here?” Taeyong asked from the living room after he saw your shoes by the door.

“Yeah!” You called back, not wanting to move from the warmth of his bed.

“Ugh, I'm so tired…” Taeyong mumbled as he walked through the door, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. Taeyong’s eyes widened after he saw you on his bed. “What are you doing? You’re breaking the spine!” Taeyong ran to grab the book from you, but you pushed him away.

“God… you’re such a fucking nerd.” You scoffed as Taeyong practically got on his knees and whined, begging you to give him the manga back.

“Excuse me, I prefer the term “otaku”, thank you very much!” Taeyong rolled his eyes. “Now let go!” His face was resting on your stomach as he shook your arms.

You tossed the paperback book onto his bed. “Yeah, whatever.”

“Hey! That’s my precious Nami cover page!” Taeyong scurried to pick up the book and placed it back onto his bookshelf.

“You only like her because she has big boobs.” You scoffed.

“No, it’s not like that!” He sighed, joining you under the covers of his twin sized bed, his face uncomfortably close to yours. “Besides, she’s not even my ideal type.”

“Whatever you say.” Sighing, you pat Taeyong’s head. He always did need more comforting than anyone else you had ever been friends with. The whiny, clingy, version of Taeyong remained the same even after all these years.

Taeyong rubbed his face on the collar of your button up shirt, his arms tightening around your waist. “Am I hurting you?” And kind of, he was practically resting all of his body weight on your chest. He was way too comfortable with lying on your boobs as a grown man.

“Ugh, you should really buy a bigger bed, you have a huge bedroom just to fill it up with manga and figures. How are you planning on ever getting married?” You ran your hands through his hair, your fingernails scratching his head.

Taeyong sat up, getting off you. He slid his glasses back on and brushed his hair back into place. “Do you want to drink with me?”

Taeyong snorted, shifting to look you in the eye. “You really think I’ll get married?”

You pulled his glasses off and fluffed his hair up. “You know, you’d look really good if you actually wanted to…” Your hands slid down his cheeks, your palms cupping his jaw, feeling the sharp bone on your fingertips. Biting your lip, you really thought he looked good, even with his glasses on. He couldn't hide his pretty face behind thick glasses frames or a messy haircut, and you knew it.

Taeyong swallowed another shot, the bottle practically empty. He was sitting on his living room floor, a movie playing in the background.

“Tyong, don’t you think that's enough?” Sitting on the couch behind him, you only let yourself take a few sips of your drink, not letting your eyes leave Taeyong, worried he would do something stupid the moment you did.

He was always like this… Never able to feel how drunk or high he was until he was past the point of no return. You had many memories of him in college where he poured 4 shots of vodka into his Coke, saying it wasn’t even strong, then blacking out in the living room, passing out, waking up, and finally joining you in your bed.

“Come on, let's go to bed.” You helped him stand up, his arm around your shoulders.

You grabbed the bottle from him. “Yongie, that’s enough.”

“You’re no fun!” He whined, his head hitting your knee.

Taeyong whined, his voice almost grating. “No…! Stay and drink with me!”

You sighed, dragging Taeyong into his bedroom. “Fuck!” You stubbed your toe against his dresser. You dropped Taeyong, instinctively grabbing your toe. “Sorry! I’m sorry!” You looked down at Taeyong, who was too drunk to realize you had even dropped him, and you tossed him onto his bed. You unbuttoned his shirt for him, trying to get him comfortable so he could sleep.

“Do my pants.” He groaned, rubbing his eyes with his arm.

“No, I don’t really want to.” You sighed.

“Fine.” He went under his blanket and took his pants off himself.

“I’m going home.” You rolled your eyes, not wanting to deal with drunk Taeyong anymore.

“No..!” He whined, sitting up. “Come here.”

How could you say no to that face? “Fine. Only until you sleep.” You took your bra and stockings off, then joined him.

You sat on the edge of his bed, tucking him into bed. “Good night, Taeyong.”

He grabbed onto your wrist before you could even stand up. “Just until I sleep?” He begged, pouting.

His hot breath was next to your face, and it was sick how naturally his arm wrapped around your waist. It was disgusting how Taeyong made your heart flutter, but he didn’t even think twice about you. You knew he only cared about two things, himself, and his manga collection. But even still, you let yourself imagine what it would’ve been like if Taeyong liked you back, so you let yourself fall asleep in his arms.

“Shit. Fuck. What did I do?” You felt Taeyong sit up next to you, his arms ripping off your waist.

“What?” You asked groggily, rubbing your eyes to wake yourself up.

Taeyong ran out of bed, quickly grabbing some pants out of his closet. “Did we… uh…”

“What? No. You were drunk. Besides, I don’t think you could fuck me even if you were sober.” You pulled the covers up over your chest. “Can I steal some clothes? I have work in…” You grabbed your phone off the charger. “40 minutes.”

“Yeah, I think I have some of your clothes from the last time you slept over.” Taeyong looked in his dresser, tossing you one of your old shirts and skirts.

“Do you mind if I wear some of your boxers?” You hooked your bra back on, watching Taeyong go through his closet.

“I’m sorry?” Taeyong deeply exhaled.

“Well, it’s not like I can wear these panties for a 2nd day. Besides, you wash your underwear… right?” You buttoned your shirt up.

“Um…” Taeyong tossed a pair of black boxers at you. “I’m gonna shower… or something.” He left you in his room, waving his hand around.

You got dressed and made your way to his bathroom.

“What the fuck!” Taeyong screamed, his shower curtain blocking your view of him, but he stuck his head out.

“I just need to brush my hair and my teeth! You don’t mind if I use your toothbrush, right?” You started to comb your hair with his brush.

“I guess not? Just get out!” Taeyong retracted his head back into the shower.

You brushed your teeth. “You’re the best! I’m gonna head out after this!”

“Fuck, I forgot my phone.” You realized when you were already at work.

You decided to head back to Taeyong's house during your lunch break.

When you went inside, you tried to be as quiet as possible, so as to not scare any of his neighbors, but you assumed Taeyong was still at work.

When you went into Taeyong’s room, you were unprepared for what you saw.

“Fuck! What are you doing Taeyong?” You hissed at him.

He was laying on his bed, cock in his hand, cum dripping all over his abs and fingers. And in his other hand were your panties, pressed against his face like a pervert. Whiny moans, moaning your name escaped his mouth.

“I- I’m sorry!” Taeyong jumped up, trying to walk towards you.

You instinctively backed up, not knowing what to say. If he was a teenage boy, you could make an excuse for him, saying he’s just a kid… But he’s nearly 30, and you know he wasn’t even a virgin, since you both lost your virginity in high school. You really didn’t think he even masturbated while thinking about actual girls, assuming he just watched hentai. And you certainly didn’t think he masturbated while thinking about you.

So, you mumbled the only thing you could really think at that point. “You’re gonna get cum on me.”

Taeyong sighed and slid some pants on and went into the bathroom to wash his hands.

You grabbed your phone off the floor and nearly ran out of his house.

“Wait!” Taeyong called after you.

You waved him off, not even wanting to make eye contact with him.“Taeyong, I really don’t wanna talk to you-”

He grabbed your shoulder, stopping you.

“Tae-” You sighed, your hand already on the doorknob, ready to leave.

His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you in a back hug. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled. “You know that right?”

“I have to go to work.” You sighed, sliding your phone into your jacket pocket.

“I’m really sorry, I promise I am, I promise I will never do that again…” You felt tears on your neck, and the water on Taeyong’s hands made your stomach cold.

He was so pathetic, like a little baby begging his mommy for forgiveness after breaking a vase.

You turned around and kissed the tears off his cheeks, petting his head, soothing him. “It’s okay. I’m not mad.”

That was a lie. A ball of anger, frustration, and nerves started filling your throat. You tried to swallow it down, but it didn’t let you. Letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, you forced yourself to face Taeyong and hug him.

“I’m sorry…” He whined, holding onto your waist.

“I know, but you understand that was hard for me to walk in on, right?” You tried to pull away from the hug, but his grip didn’t loosen. His boner kept poking you, rubbing against your stomach. You wondered how he could be hard in this situation, in front of you after you saw that… Your cheeks flushed, not knowing how to handle the thought of Taeyong fucking you, his moans so raw and pathetic, his head thrown back. “Taeyong, let go, I have to go back to work…”

“No.” He whined into your ear.

You sighed, pulling out your phone and texting your boss something urgent came up at home and you wouldn’t be able to come back, which was only a half lie. “Fine…”

“You know I love you, right?” Taeyong kissed your neck, tickling you. He pushed you against the front door, pinning you there. You silently wondered when he’d let you go, his hands falling down your back and onto your hips, his chin still resting on your shoulder.

“Of course, I love you too.” You pat his back, wishing he’d get off you.

“Would you… suck me off?” Taeyong finally let go of you, taking half a step back.

“What? Taeyong, I think you’ve just been single too long…” You shook your head, forcing it to clear of any impure thoughts, any hope, any expectations.

Taeyong’s thumb glazed over your lips, his fingers gently brushing over your neck, making you look up into his eyes. Eyes that lost their innocent, child-like look, and that have turned dark, lustful. Lustful for you. “Don’t you want me?”

“Taeyong, let's stop this already…” You mumbled through Taeyong’s thumb.

Taeyong’s lips made contact with your neck, licking its most sensitive spot. “I don’t think you really want to.” He was gentle, sweetly sucking, making you press your head back, your back arching.

A whiny voice escaped your throat, a voice you never knew you could make. You clutched onto Taeyong’s waist, your fingers digging into the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling him towards you.

You felt Taeyong’s lips curl into a smirk on your neck. His hands swept down to your shirt collar, unbuttoning your shirt, then sliding towards your back to unhook your bra. His hands explored your body, a body he’s touched multiple times, yet he’s touching you as if it was his first. Squeezing your breasts in his hands, then immediately going under your skirt, rubbing your clit through his boxers.

“Can’t believe you’re wearing my boxers… Fucking hell.” Taeyong gritted his teeth, pushing your shoulders down, forcing you on the floor.

You slid his sweatpants down, his cock slapping his stomach before hitting your lips. Licking the cum off his dick, you let yourself swallow everything, looking up at Taeyong. Kissing the tip of his cock, you gently edged him, licking, kissing, but not actually sucking it.

Taeyong laughed to himself, biting his lip. “Fuck… the girl I was just masturbating to is on her knees in front of me…” His pretty moans kept you going, cockhead nearly turning purple from being teased from your kisses. “Ugh, hurry up, please…” He groaned, words stretched out from throwing his neck back.

“Why should I?” You spoke, his dick still on your lips, causing the soundwaves of your voice to vibrate against him. “You’ve been nothing but mean to me today, so why should I?”

“You’re too fucking mean… Watched me humiliate myself and still won’t help me…” Taeyong’s hands reached the back of your head, fingers interlaced into your hair. “I’ll do it myself then.”

Your lips parted on their own, throbbing cock sliding into your mouth. He started gentle, not wanting to hurt you, but he gradually let himself go, thrusting harder down into your throat, hitting the back. Choking on it caused your eyes to start tearing up, the sloppy sound of your saliva echoing in his living room. You slapped on his thighs, trying to get him to stop, his grip on your hair just tightening. Taeyong thrusted thrice, before pulling out and squirting his cum on your lips and cheeks.

You coughed a bit, stroking your throat to help the feeling of an abused throat go away. “Taeyong! What the fuck?”

“You look cute when you’re covered in my cum.” Taeyong went into the kitchen then tossed you a towel.

Wiping your face off, you lazily stood up, going back into Taeyong’s bedroom, tossing yourself onto his bed, Taeyong following. “I was right.”

“I’m gonna fuck the source of my horny dreams.” Taeyong mumbled, biting his lip.

“About what?” Taeyong watched you undress yourself, tossing your clothes on the floor.

“It’s going to be hard to have sex on a twin sized bed, you should’ve bought a king, or queen at least…” You pulled down the boxers you were wearing, sliding onto your hands and knees. “Are you ready?”

He hurriedly slid his length inside you, plunging in. Hands grabbed around your waist, forcing you up, pressing his body into yours, lips nibbling at your neck and ear. Taeyong’s long, longer and harder than a man who’s came a thousand times already should be. Fucking you like a virgin, like he’s never fucked a girl before, whiny, pathetic, moaning your name into your ear, ragged, unpredictable thrusts, hurting your core. His hands made their way down to your clit, rubbing circles into it. “Do you feel good?” He asked between heavy breaths, the heat of his gasps for air on your neck. He felt like his dick would melt inside you, sucking him in, so warm. He swore he could feel your heartbeat while he was inside you, your legs shaking and vibrating from how aroused you were.

It was nearly idiotic of him to even ask, your cries louder than his moans, feeling overstimulated and overwhelmed. He was too much, doing everything he could to make you climax all at once. “Fuck! Yes!” You screamed at him, about to cry from how good you felt all at once. It was almost sickening how even while having sex with you, he still wanted to make sure you felt good, and how he didn’t even realize how much you liked it…

“So much better than I ever dreamed of.” Taeyong’s fingers are covered in your juices, making him lick them. “Taste even better.” Your neck was bitten up, hickeys that wouldn’t go away for weeks, and trailed down to your shoulder.

You wondered if Taeyong felt the same way about you… If he loved you the way you loved him, if you were the last thought he had before he went to bed, and the first in the morning… Wanton moans in your ear made your fears subside, figuring he could only act like this because he loves you. He was so romantic, even if he didn’t realize it. Constantly reminding you how good you feel around his cock, how pretty you are… Everything about Taeyong made you dizzy.

“Taeyong, I’m gonna…” Your head fell forward, toes curling, whining for him.

“Me too, cum with me…” Taeyong’s fingers returned to your clit, trying to make you climax.

“Taeyong, Taeyong… Taeyong!” You moaned his name out as you reached your climax.

“I love you! I love you so much…” He screamed as he came into your womb, thick ropes of white cum filling you up. He dropped you, making you plop onto the bed.

You backed up, sitting on his bed. “I, um, should take a shower… and eat lunch…” You clutched on your stomach, womb abused.

Taeyong hummed. “Say it back.” He cupped your cheek, wiping your tears.

“Say what?” Your back hit the wall as you sat.

“Tell me you love me.” Taeyong started kissing you, looking at you with those big, innocent, brown eyes. Looking at you as if your neck wasn’t covered in his bite marks, as if he didn’t just fuck your brains out.

“You know I love you.” You kissed him back, arms wrapping around his neck. “I love you.”

He pushed you, making you lay back down. “Good.” He lined his cock back up to your pussy lips. “Then I’ll fuck you some more, alright?”

“Ugh… Only if you buy a bigger bed tomorrow, and get your manga collection out of the bedroom.” You pressed a hand against his cheek, pouting.

“Only if you marry me.”

#nct fanfic #nct smut #nct x reader #nct 127 smut #taeyong smut #95 line smut

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OK, I'm moving soon, and I'm currently sitting in the middle of my ravaged flat surrounded by boxes, jars, and all sorts of things you never know you even had before it's time to go pack them up.

So here's a bunch of soapghost headcanons about moving in together.

• They end up helping each other to pack things. The flat they chose is a two-bed in Epping, really close to the forest. Easy to get to when they come back for a break, technically still in London, but in a quieter area on the outskirts of the city. Ghost checked for a multitude of things, including ways to get in and to retreat, hidden cameras, and he's making a custom surveillance system for it. You can never be too safe, right?

• The second bedroom is going to become Johnny's art studio. Ghost has dibs on the living room, he's got a huge TV and a PS5. And his humongous bookshelf will also go in there. They plan it out perfectly, so that they can spend time together, but also can have their alone time without bothering each other.

• Ghost refuses help at first, but then Johny just shows up with his portable speaker, and hangs out with him. It's a little distracting, and he has way too many books, they run out of boxes. Ghost never tells him, but he's grateful, it was getting overwhelming.

• Ghost's place looks neat, if not a little barren, his things are all sorted to perfection. He's got a collection of shotguns, too. And a huge table, perfect size to work on them comfortably. Cleaning and servicing guns never fails to calm him down. His favourite is an older one, a Benelli M2. It's in pristine condition albeit a little worn, its barrel needs to be changed because it can only last through so much shots, but Ghost kinda wants to keep it as it is, even though it's not practical. He's sentimental about it. They spend a lot of time packing them all up carefully.

• Johny actually asks him to come over, because his adhd gets unmanageable when he goes through all his things, and it's easier if a very specific person makes him stay on track, otherwise he'd be still stuck there reading his diaries and going through his pile of sketchbooks, and oh, the drawing supplies, he has the urge to use that beautiful box of designer gouache his sister gifted to him literally right now because he forgot about it, and now it's so tempting. Ghost thinks of it as of a mission, so he comes up with a strategy and keeps it tactical. And he makes Soap take breaks every once in a while.

• Soap's stuff doesn't fit into the van. Even with the furniture dismantled and packed, he's got so much things, a lot of them art supplies, a huge easel, half-finished paintings, canvases he forgot about or he hadn't had time to come back to. And his bed is freaking huge. They finally cram it in, but it's a really tight squeeze. Comparing to this, Ghost's was half-empty. Thank god their new place is on the bigger side.

• Ghost gets distracted, too, when they pack the paintings. He's not an artsy kinda guy, yet they are so good, he's entranced. It's Johnny's turn to make him focus. Soap doesn't think much of his art, and Ghost makes a mental note to compliment it more often. He really wants to see more. Hell, he'd even pose, if Soap ever asks for it. He won't tell him though.

• There's a "do not touch" black sketchbook with a little white scull drawn on the cover, and Soap flushes deep red and packs it away in record times. Ghost is intrigued beyond measure. He has assumptions of what's in there, and he sneakily checks it out when Soap goes to pack his clothes. It's full of sketches of him. Soap actually took his time to study him, he thinks, even the tattoos are all looking exactly right. The ones from the shower make him wonder if Soap actually memorised him that well or he got some sneaky reference pics (how did he manage that, the bastard). It's got notes, too. It takes an effort not to read them, but Ghost feels like he already intruded a bit too much, so he puts the sketchbook back where it was. Just in time, because Soap pops out with an absolutely ridiculous coat in his hands, and goes "hey, look what I used to wear when I was 18!"

• Ghost has a freaking lot of random jars. They're all empty. When asked about it, he confesses that he wanted to make jam, his grandfather used to make a lot of it every summer. It's one of the good memories he has, and there's not so many of them. He tried to make it once, but failed, and had to throw away the whole batch. They keep each and every one, although it seems stupid.

• Johnny's art stuff is a whole lot. He's got tree branches and clay, and a fucking mannequin (it scares Ghost every time he walks in Soap's living room, because his side vision registers it as a person, and he can't get over it). The mannequin has a crooked smiley face drawn on it with a sharpie. There's sheets of metal, fabric, a lot of acrylic, and a ton of instruments. He was trying to get into modern sculpture, Soap says, it didn't really work out. Needs more 3d thinking. Ghosts proposes to try again after they move. He's good at fixing stuff, and he's really good at guerilla warfare, they'll find a way to make even the weirdest thing Soap comes up with hold together.

• Soap's got little led garlands wrapped on every vertical thing at his place. At first Ghost thinks it's stupid, but when the night comes, and Soap lights all of them up, it actually feels almost magical. They sit on the floor with mugs of tea and coffee, and, although it's messy and everything is moved out of place, it's still beatiful, and it feels so safe. Ghost finds himself feeling more like a 5 y o than he probably ever did, sitting there just watching lights slowly light up and fade. He's never been good at making his places cozy. He'll ask Soap to work on their new flat to make it more like that. He really wants the lights there, too.

• Johnny's mugs are all different. He's got the "guns and coffee" with a redrawn Starbucks logo, the mermaid holds two pistols. Ghost gets the "under all your tattoos you're still a mainstream cunt" one when it's Johnny's turn to make tea. He pretends to be offended. There is a pink one with "unt" on it. It makes sense when Soap turns it, and the handle finishes the word. There's one with lots of bees, and it reads "bear daddy". Ghost makes the stupidest jokes about it.

• Ghost hasn't got a lot of kitchenware, and all his plates and mugs are white, the cheapest ones from IKEA. And he's only got one chair. No guests - no need. Johnny finds it a little depressing, but says nothing.

• Johnny's spicerack is probably the second biggest collection he has after his art stuff. He likes cooking, and he likes trying new recipes. His favourite go-tos sit separately on the kitchen counter. Ghost has to admit that he's really good. Ghost's spices are just salt and pepper, which gets him "and you live like that? Lt!" from Soap.

• When they finally move their stuff in, a call from Price comes. There's things to do like right now, get ready in 5, be at base in an hour and a half. Ghost likes his work, yet he can't help but get a little grumpy. He really wanted to get it over with. And to see what comes out of it with all things in place. And to have a chill evening with Johnny, watching these little lights again with some quiet ambient playing on the background. "It's OK," Soap says, "we'll get it sorted when we come back."

OK, that's gonna be it for now, I have a sad option and a silly option to go for, but I'd rather make a part two and separate them.

#ghostsoap #soapghost #headcanon #moving

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thelampisaflashlight · 8 months

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Everything Goes On Pt. 2

[It's all very complicated. Part One Here. Not suitable for younger audiences.] Below the cut.

It's chaos when the other ghouls find out.

A mixed up, confusing mess of emotions, and far too many fingers between pointed in one direction or the other, when, really, it's none of their business.

Except it is.

Even if the two had separated on better terms, the others would be, at the very least, curious.

Relationships like the one between Aether and Dewdrop are...

They're different.

In the pit, dating isn't a thing.

You maybe find a mate you can tolerate and spend the night with, maybe pop out a few kits, more so to keep the species from dying out than any real desire to have and raise children, and then you go on living mostly solitary.

That's just how it goes.

But on the surface, it's different.

A pairing like Aether and Dewdrop wouldn't have happened otherwise.

Their bond had been instant, or at the very least if you asked Aether, he'd certainly say it was.

Dew on the other hand...

"It's not that I don't love you, this is all so... so new."

He fell slowly.

"I don't know if I'm doing this right, but... but I'm going to try."

Carefully.

"I can't imagine waking up without you snoring in my ear."

Deeply.

So while Aether is preparing to leave it all behind for greener pastures, and maybe find a lover who can love him right, Dew is left wondering what he did wrong.

What he did to deserve this.

To not deserve someone as wonderful as Aether.

And he stews in those thoughts.

Lays in the bed one of the custodians who tends to the abbey went out of his way to set up for him in the room that would now be... his.

Just his.

It's smaller.

Barely bigger than a glorified storage closet.

That's why none of the other ghouls took it for themselves.

Crammed in-between Mountain and Cumulus' rooms.

But it's... it's better than having to go back to the room he shared with Aether.

"Once we have one of the larger rooms cleaned out, we can move you in there if you'd prefer?" the taller man proposes, "I know it's not much..."

"It's fine." Dew says, setting down the backpack he stuffed his clothes into on top of the small box of the other miscellaneous bullshit he owns, "...Really."

"Hm..." he looks around the small space, then gestures towards the corner of his room, "I'll bring you a desk and a chair later this afternoon... and you're sure there's no other furniture you'd like? Nothing from your old room?"

Dew thinks for a moment.

"Maybe... maybe my bookshelf?"

"Bookshelf. Got it."

And just like that... Dew's alone again.

He gives himself a little tour of the space.

In that he turns and looks at one wall and then the next before going to take stock of the small on suite attached to his new room.

It has a toilet and a pedestal sink with a cabinet set behind the mirror, but no bath or even a shower.

It's cramped, too.

Clearly an afterthought.

If he wasn't still reeling from what he walked in on the day before, on thinking the others were standing around mocking him, then he might consider asking to use one of theirs until he works up the courage to start using the communal baths again, but he's still...

He's sore about.

He never did bother to check in, to ask what they were laughing about...

But why would he?

Would they even tell him?

Or would they just laugh and look down on him?

He side-eyes his phone.

He never did check who messaged him last night, and now he doesn't want to.

If they cared...

If the others care about him, they can come here and see him themselves.

But they haven't even looked at him when he passes them in the halls.

Maybe they're ignoring him under the impression that that's what he wants.

That he needs space.

It's a generous thought.

More understanding than he would have been in the past for sure.

But...

Dew sits down on his unmade bed.

Feels himself sink into the foam, held aloft only by the mattress cover.

...he could really use a friend right now.

Mountain isn't sure how to handle this.

The situation between Aether and Dew.

Or really the lack of a situation.

Both of them have been his friends for years now, and, although he loathed being a third wheel, this felt... messy.

The others are also conflicted, but, well...

"It's not... It's not any of our business." Mountain sighs for the hundredth time, "Just leave them both be."

"It's going to be our business if Dew goes nutty without Aeth around anymore." Swiss comments, looking to Cumulus and Cirrus, who nod, "I love the dude, but he's never been the best at handling rejection, and I-"

"Oh for the love of Satan, shut up!" Rain hisses from the couch, "Listen to Mounty and leave it alone."

"You know I'm right though." Swiss crosses his arms, "Aeth balances Dew out!"

"Aether taught Dew how to balance himself out, the rest Dew managed on his own. He fucking had to, that's how that shit works." the water ghoul huffs.

"I get where you're coming from, Rain, but we all saw what happened to Aether's stuff after he talked to Dew yesterday..." Cirrus frowns, "...it was all very deliberate and spiteful."

"Tell me you wouldn't be even a little fucked up if Cumulus left." Rain counters, "And then, imagine, that after all of that, half of your friends are saying you're the problem, or that you're unbalanced because you're upset!"

"It's not the same thing."

"...but it is." Cumulus speaks up, "I'm sorry, Cir, but Rainy has a point..."

Mountain pushes his chair back and stands.

"Where are you going, big guy?" Swiss asks, watching the earth ghoul head for the hallway.

"I'm not going to sit around and listen to you guys debate over whose fault it is that those two broke up. I'm not going to... demonize one over the other because of this." he says, "And, seriously, I need you all to think about why you immediately jumped to the conclusion you all -barring Rain- did... Like, really, isn't Dew our friend, too? Why are you acting like he isn't hurt by all of this?"

"Well..." the multi-ghoul hums thoughtfully, "Why are you on Dew's side then?"

"I'm not on anyone's side." Mountain glares, "Both of my friends are hurting right now, and I don't want to hurt them further by trying to judge who's right and who's wrong."

The walk back to his dorm is an introspective one.

While he does feel need to be there for both of his friends in this trying time, it's hard for him to wrap his head around Aether's decision to leave to begin with, but to end things with Dew, too...

"...Can we talk?" Mountain asks, watching Aether pack his things from the doorway, "It's fine if you don't-"

"Nah, it's... Sure." Aether sags, tired, "Sure, let's talk."

Not wanting to fully intrude, Mountain leans against the doorframe.

"Why are you doing this, Aether?" he asks, "Why now?"

"It's better to rip off the bandaid now, rather then leave it be, ya know?" Aether says, picking up a shirt from his dresser and tossing it on the other side of the bed, "A few months of separation and Dew would have broken up with me instead of the other way around."

"If that were the case, you should have told him a month ago, when you found out your application got accepted, or, I dunno, maybe you should have told him you applied for a ministry job in another country to begin with..."

"I was going to, but..." Aether pauses his sorting and turns to face Mountain, leaning back on the dresser, "I love Dew. I really love him but we're not... We don't want the same things anymore. He and I... we both deserve a chance at meeting someone we actually click with."

"What do you want, Aether? What is it that you want that you can't have with Dew?" Mountain questions, "He... You know he's going to wonder about this. If you really do love him, don't leave him hanging without giving him that much."

"Why should I?"

"What?"

"Why should I have to spell it out for him every time there's a problem?!" Aether growls, "He's a grown ass man, if he can't figure it out for himself-"

"Aether."

"...I'm sorry." he pinches the bridge of his nose, "You want the truth, Mount? The honest to god truth? I want a family."

Mountain watches the sadness in his friend's eyes grow over the steely haze of frustration that had been building there moments ago.

"I want a family, and I can't have that with Dew."

"...Why not?"

Aether stands up straight and heads over the shut his suitcase.

"Can you imagine Dew as a parent? He could barely take care of himself up until a couple years ago, and that's only because I spent ages trying to learn what makes him goddamn tick." he says, "I'm ready to step back from things and slow down and he's... he's still acting like we're a couple of kits. I... I don't have the energy to put up with him anymore, so I ended things now before things got any... any worse."

"I'm tired of being his caretaker, Mount."

Mountain pulls away from the doorframe.

"...I see."

"You can tell that to Dew if you want." Aether says, resuming his folding, "...He probably won't give a shit one way or the other."

"You know..." Mountain tilts his head, "...You're entitled to feel however you want, but..."

"But what, Mount?"

"I might be your friend, Aether, but I'm Dew's friend, too."

"...And? Going to pick sides like the others?" Aether scoffs, "Go ahead. Give it a week and you'll see I'm doing what's best for both of us."

Mountain stares.

"...Maybe it is a good thing you two broke up."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, because Dew doesn't deserve to be with someone who looks at him like a burden."

Aether clicks his tongue.

"Well, at least one of us can see the truth."

#lamp writes #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #mountain ghoul #ghost band #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost band fanfic #it continues to hurt

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ok-boke · 1 year

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ok-boke's Recommendation Masterlist

I was tired of play hide 'n seek with old stories in my likes. So I'm just going to leave them here so I can find them better and so other people can find them easier too ♥︎

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Tom Riddle

Challenging fate by @lovebeinaprincessworld

There were a lot of unexpected things happening the day of the Battle of Hogwarts. Being send back into the past to change the course of history was definitely one of them.

Young Sheldon / The Big Bang Theory

Georgie Cooper

Texas Romance by @countrymusiclover

Y/n is Missy's high school friend, even though the Cooper girl is only in elementary school. She spends a lot of time at the Cooper house and learns what living with Sheldon was like. Through her years of high school, she realized that she's crushing on the eldest football playing brother Georgie. He's reckless and does things his mom doesn't approve of so Y/n questions herself of how she is falling for him. The two have to figure out if they can actually be a couple or not and deal with Missy's teasing.

The Texas Tire Family by @countrymusiclover

10 years after George Sr passed away Georgie and Y/n have to adjust to being the adults of the family. But when Sheldon reunites with the pair he needs them to come to his wedding, except Georgie tells him no. Dealing with two ten year olds and a secret they never expected to hear Sheldon was getting married.

Avatar

Jake Sully

Si fpom by @fluloa

You're dead to me by @chaethewriter

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

ocean eyes ✩ jake sully by @theseuscmander

in which you try your hardest to cling onto your freedom but your sister pushes you into the arms of a former olo’eyktan.

folklore masterlist ✩ jake sully by @theseuscmander

widowed jake sully tries his hardest to heal from the loss of neytiri and you’re there to pick up the pieces and mend him back together, even if neither of you wanted to or realized.

Hoodie by @midnightsapphire

you thought jake was the one, now you’re grasping straws at what was.. and what could have been

All THE STARS by @kittiris

Jake is not so wholeheartedly welcomed into the AVATAR program by his soon to be co-workers, but one if his co-workers, he didn’t really expect to be blue and almost 8ft tall.

I See You by @heirtothekingdom

You observe the mighty warrior, the famed Toruk Makto, struggling to adjust to his new life in the Metkayina clan. The gentle whisperings of Eywa push you past your comfort to reach out a helping hand, to ease Jake Sully in the only way you can.

Tsu'tey te Rongloa Ateyo'itan

i want to see mama too by @avatarbyamara

seven years ago, you had died alongside grace while trying to protect pandora. a few months after your death it was discovered that you were pregnant; leaving tsu'tey to raise your son vu'ran without you. but, things start to get strange when vu'ran is certain he saw you move.

Miles Quaritch

Ma Miles by @mechformers

When your son is taken, left behind by your Toruk Makto, you desperately go on the hunt for your boy. Knowing who took him, knowing that nothing good awaits him, you search high and low through the battlefield of Pandora, praying that Eywa will guide your way.

What Do I Tell My Friends Family by @plzfeedmebread

No More Than a Memory by @chaoticlicense

Miles isn't the same man as his human counterpart. The mistakes of the past are not his own. Neither are the feelings he has for a woman he's never met but remembers as though he has. In another life, you were everything to him. His light, his life, the one who brought a little joy to his dreary world. But you made your choice just as he made his. You both know that neither of you can change the past but maybe, just maybe, you can forge a new future…

Avatar: The New Mission by @milknhonies

After failing his mission to hunt down Jake Sully, Miles Quaritch is given a new mission. Let’s just say you’re not the most co-operative na’vi native and Quaritch loves to put you in your place.

Just for you by @idontknowwhyyouask

Everyone knew about her little crush, even Colonel himself. She always did what was asked of her, always did what he told her to do, she was always so nice to him even when he wasn’t, never once did she lie to him, was always happy when he walked into the room, but he couldn’t show that kind of feeling in the open so he just treated her like the rest. So maybe that’s the reason why he was so shocked when he witnessed Y/n helping Jake escape into one the aircraft’s, maybe it made his heart ache when he watched Y/n fall over when he pulled the trigger, maybe it made him so upset about the events that just took place, maybe it’s because he knows he’ll never get the chance to tell you about his thru feelings. Lucky for him, fate grants his wish and he returns, younger, taller and bluer. But this new Miles doesn’t know exactly how to handle these feelings, his new Avatar body isn’t making it easier for him either and it stirs something inside of him. Maybe it made you happy when he wanted to spend time with you, maybe you got a little confused when he said things that didn’t make any sense, maybe it made you a little scared when people you know disappear and maybe you know that you can’t escape his grasp.

Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan

ONE OF US by @forever--darling

neteyam sully was the next olo'eyktan and for years had been focused on his training and his responsibilities only. he had never accounted for you to become one of them. when you got your avatar body and ended up in the forest alone, being brought to the village and offered to be taught the ways of the people wasn't what you expected. let alone it being neteyam, future olo'eyktan becoming your teacher.

“you make me feel brave//you make me feel safe” by @thesparkisnearlygone

alyara was only six weeks old when she was left behind as the sky people were forced to leave pandora 19 years ago. she was raised by Norm and Max, and she grew up running through the forest of pandora with the sully’s. her love for neteyam had blossomed over the years, but she knew nothing could come of her feelings for him, even after she is surprised with her own avatar. still, she can’t seem to picture herself with anyone else, and she will soon find that her feelings are not unrequited.

Charming Killer by @writing-makes-me-human

You get chased into the wilds of Pandora with a broken communication collar and a bullet wound, but Neteyam finds you. He goes to kill you but an omen from Eywa stops him, and as he approaches you he realizes you are his destined mate.

His Secret Admirer by @teyums

All Of My Love by @kurogxrix

IN WHICH Neteyam’s mother and clan disapproves of your relationship, because you’re a dreamwalker. When you both advance in your relationship, the clan cannot help but attempt to ruin things for the both of you.

Ao’nung

going back home to the forest by @eywascall

believe or not but this skxawng would do anything just to make you happy.

Weakened by Eywa by @shkudss

Ao’nung finally realizes that his actions have consequences

Rotxo

tame impala by @lvrcpid

you’re the oldest sully child. only born a year before neteyam. everything was sweet until your siblings came along. your parents slowly forgot you, soon your siblings did too. you were the forgotten sully. but what happens when you’re given another chance at life after your death.

Jake & Neytiri

My Heart Never Knows by @star-girl69

In the safety of the Reef, you know no war. You only know your family, the feel of the ocean on your skin, the feel of the wind blowing through your hair. You know only simple things, the barely there shine of the sun, a reprieve from where you are covered by your sister. You are the moon and she is the sun, and you are destined to live like this. You had long since given up any hopes of a mate until the Forest People arrive, on their colorful flying ikrans. Ronal does not like them. Tonowari respects them. Tsireya is entranced, Ao’nung sees them as new market to tease. With your family divided, you do not know how to feel about them. Until you See them, the parents of this family, Jake Sully and Neytiri, and the sun suddenly feels so much brighter. But your heart never know the future. It is in the hands of Eywa, but you cannot give your heart to these strangers knowing it could hurt. But, it seems this strange man and woman have other plans.

Keep Me Ablaze (Book One) by @star-girl69

The only mother you have ever known is the forest. Yes, you have Grace, other women at the base. But they are not quite your mother. It’s hard for your Aunt to talk about her- but how can you blame her? Alone and drifting through the world, a fire burning inside of you that threatens to snuff out, Grace teaches you alongside the Omaticaya at her school. They call her sa’nok, and sometimes you wish you could call her that too. But you feel like you would be betraying your mother. Neytiri is your spark, even while you’re young, shy when Grace pushes you to play with her and even shyer when the two of you form a tentative friendship. But it grows, and she grows into the woman you know now. Life without her is miserable, but at least you have something new to explore in the form of your Avatar. You run through the forests and help Grace, and soon you are 20 years old and looking out onto your life like it is a prison. You could leave. Go to Earth. But you couldn’t leave the forest, your Aunt, the memories of your mother and father. Then, Jake Sully comes, a warrior with no legs, who holds the same spark as Neytiri does. But with the weight of impending war looming on each of you, death everywhere, you don’t know if they can keep you ablaze.

Ember in Your Hands (Book Two) by @star-girl69

Although a part of you had died, you found that you were still full of life. With children running around and healed scars, life is what you dreamed about during those dark nights so long ago. You don’t know betrayal anymore, you don’t know loss or suffering. When you’re forced out of the only home you’ve ever known, you find yourself becoming hateful and bitter. You blame your mates, who have only ever burned for you, for all that has happened. You’ve changed and they’ve changed, and you’re not sure if they can keep you ablaze- not this time. You’re just an ember in your hands.

Yawnetu by @sunandsstars

One other mate was enough, but two? Unneeded. _ was the outcast, the unwanted woman. Jake and Neytiri wouldn’t ever see her..right?

Tonowari & Ronal

Yawnetu by @sunandsstars

With her arrival in Awa’atlu, reader seeks to find a sanctuary for her family, one that she may find in two particular individuals

Neteyam & Ao’nung

He's Not So Bad by @biolumilunareclipse

your parents as well as the his had decided that you would be ao’nungs mate and the tsahìk of the metkayina clan. you were to be mated after you had both reached a certain point in your training. naturally, they suggested you help ao’nung and tsireya help teach the forest people your ways in your free time. this allows you to develope a close bond with the eldest son, neteyam, with whom you have plenty in common. as time passes and ao’nung becomes more accepting of them, he realizes they have plenty in common as well.

MCYT

Wilbur Soot

SIMP by @maarriiii

An internet interaction with a streamer leads you to a new friend.

Wilbur has been a thief for years. He pickpockets and snatches people's belongings and plays guitar on the streets for money, all to feed himself and his younger brother. They have nothing, they live purely by spite, but they endure. (Y/N) is the youngest daughter of the wealthy and powerful royal family that rules over Wilbur's land. She is expected to have just as grand of a future, but she still craves something more. When Wilbur and (Y/N)'s paths cross, they become intrigued by the contrast of their lifestyles- one given everything from the day they were born, and one fighting every day just to stay alive- and their fates are forever entwined.Wilbur has been a thief for years. He pickpockets and snatches people's belongings and plays guitar on the streets for money, all to feed himself and his younger brother. They have nothing, they live purely by spite, but they endure. (Y/N) is the youngest daughter of the wealthy and powerful royal family that rules over Wilbur's land. She is expected to have just as grand of a future, but she still craves something more. When Wilbur and (Y/N)'s paths cross, they become intrigued by the contrast of their lifestyles- one given everything from the day they were born, and one fighting every day just to stay alive- and their fates are forever entwined.Wilbur has been a thief for years. He pickpockets and snatches people's belongings and plays guitar on the streets for money, all to feed himself and his younger brother. They have nothing, they live purely by spite, but they endure. (Y/N) is the youngest daughter of the wealthy and powerful royal family that rules over Wilbur's land. She is expected to have just as grand of a future, but she still craves something more. When Wilbur and (Y/N)'s paths cross, they become intrigued by the contrast of their lifestyles- one given everything from the day they were born, and one fighting every day just to stay alive- and their fates are forever entwined.

Unfinished Symphonies: A Tale of Star-Crossed Lovers. by @lyssys

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hrefna-the-raven · 1 year

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Tome of fate

Masterlist

Chapter 1

Summary: This is basically an AU story about Loki, prince of Jotunheim, and the reader, princess of Asgard, meeting in the Utgardhall's library.

Warnings: fluff and Jotun Loki :)

Words: 1315

Your older brother Thor was meant to rule Asgard one day and you were chosen to maintain and forge diplomatic relations with the other realms, at least that was the hope Odin still clung to. You couldn't have been more different than your brother, although also being a formidable fighter and somewhat social if required, you rather preferred the company of a good book and the quiet of the night while sitting in the library absorbing all the stories and knowledge available. You were also known to cause a lot of mischief around the palace with your pranks but the fact that you somehow managed to talk your way out of it most of the time made the Allfather think that, some day, you'd actually use those skills for the good of the realm. Which lead you to this very moment, walking down the long halls of Utgardhall alongside Odin and king Laufey who was one of your father's most precious allies. Your feet suddenly stopped dead in their tracks in front of an open door as your eyes spotted the many bookshelves of the palace library. Your eyes sparkled at the marvelous sight of the old leather-bound tomes stacked neatly together, drawing you into the room as if possessed by a spell until you heard the Allfather call your name, followed by an amused chuckle from Laufey.

"I see your daughter treasures the written word more than the spoken one. May I propose to let her do so for now, old friend", the king's hand rested on Odin's shoulder, "she will need to hold negotiations soon enough, she should have the opportunity to enjoy Utgardhall's library today."

You paced slowly through the room, your fingertips brushing of the spines of the carefully bound and neatly stacked books. Asgard's library was clearly bigger and brighter but this one left you in awe with the sunlight shining through its large stained-glass window, bursting into an opalescent cataract of azure, emerald, gold and ivory. The image kindled a cozy feeling deep inside you as if you'd be sitting at a crackling fire enjoying its comforting warmth while a snow storm raged outside. Your eyes strayed from the window to the bookshelf on the left, stopping at the sight of a protruding and rather big book, covered in time-worn black leather. You took it off the shelf, running your fingers along the ice blue runes on the cover. You learned to read and write older runes from your tutors when you were younger but these seemed so different from the ones you studied. The shapes looked somewhat familiar until they seem to twist into something much older. You carefully opened the book, skimming through the faded pages as you tried to concentrate your gaze on the many runes and the few beautifully drawn and colourful illustrations at the beginning of each chapter.

"I wonder what this is", you mumbled absorbed in your thoughts.

"The tales of how my people and this realm came to be", a gentle male voice spoke up behind you.

Startled your hands let go of the book and it fell towards the ground, a big blue hand catching it right before it could hit the floor. You gulped uncomfortably at the sudden clumsiness as you slowly turned around. Your eyes widened at the sight of the rather good looking Jotun standing right next to you. He was obviously taller than you but due to being bent forward, his face was at the same height as yours, close enough to feel his hot breath fan over your blushing cheeks. Every part of mind screamed at you not to but you kept staring at him without a single word leaving your usually eloquent mouth. Your eyes traveled from his dark lips, over the pale ridged markings up to his ruby eyes staring straight into your soul.

"I'm rather fond of this book so I'd prefer for it to not be dropped on the ground", he chuckled, a teasing grin spreading across his lips while he straightened up.

"I apologise", there was a crack in your voice, "given my love for books I can assure you that I'm usually more careful but you startled me."

"Well, we Frost Giants are known to frighten others," a sad expression spread across his face while he tried to smile, eyes glued to the book he was still holding.

You watched him carefully, intrigued by the depth of his sadness emanating from him as he spoke and it stirred something deep inside you, a sudden urge to to show kindness and bring back that grin from earlier. You didn't know this man but meeting him in a place that some of your fellow Aesir would have mockingly described as your natural habitat, witnessing his endearing humorous way to talk about books, it connected the two of you in a way neither of you could have fathomed.

"Can you read it?", you asked, pointing at the book.

"Well what kind of Jotun would I be if I couldn't?", he snickered.

"Read it to me", you requested, stretching your arms up so one hand could reach and carefully open the book he was still holding while the other motioned to a large divan in the corner of the room, "please."

The Jotun didn't look at you, his eyes remained firmly on the first page, but just before turned around to walk to the divan, you could spot the corners of his mouth twitching into a gentle smile.

"Well how could I refuse if I'm being asked by such a beautiful lady."

You felt the heat creep up your cheeks as you sat next to him. Despite the Frost Giants being welcome in Asgard and not considered enemies, they were still a rather unusual sight in your realm, with rumours circulating amongst the noble families about how brutish and uncivilized the Giants could be and yet here you were in the heart of Jotunheim, sitting next to this particular Jotun reading you the origin story of his kind.

"There was in times of old, where Ymir dwelt, nor sand nor sea, nor gelid waves", his soft but deep voice filled the room.

"Wait", goosebumps forming on your arm as your hand moved up touching his cold blue skin.

His ruby eyes studied you curiously while you flicked your fingers, an emerald mist wisping from the tips, floating in front of you and slowly transforming into a bright faintly translucent image of the words he just read out of the book. His mouth opened slightly at the sight, he'd seen spells many times, he was even capable to cast some himself, but the entire encounter with you, leading up to this moment as you used your seidr to make it seem as the story of his kind was alive, gifting him with the opportunity to see the story come to life filled his heart with a happiness he never believed to be real. It was the random act of kindness from a stranger that filled his eyes with tears of joy.

"I'm Loki", he almost sobbed, not daring to look at you.

Your eyes widened at the sudden realisation that you were sitting next to Laufey's son, the next king of Jotunheim whom you just asked to read to you. You murmured your name in between hitched breaths, shifting nervously on the divan.

"It is a pleasure meeting you, princess", he almost whispered and his gaze finally shifted to your delicate frame next to him.

Your eyes met and while your face felt like it was burning, you could have sworn to detect a slight shade of pink on his blue cheeks before you nodded and put your concentration back on your seidr.

"Earth existed not, nor heaven above, 'twas a chaotic chasm, and grass nowhere.", he continued calmly, unable to hide a content smile.

Notes: I'm not sure if this is headed anywhere^^ I'm very hesitant if I should add more chapters, especially since I still have 2 ongoing series, 1 even about Loki, that I somehow neglect all the time xD

Chapter 2

#loki marvel #loki #jotun loki #jotun form #loki x reader #loki x female reader #jotun loki x reader #jotun loki x female reader #jotunheim #odin #laufey #fluff #books and reading

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NCIS S21E02- The Stories We Leave Behind

Is that too harsh? Maybe it's too harsh.

Let me preface this by saying, I can only imagine how hard it must've been to write and film this episode. It's one reason why I don't write DeathFics, and those are only fictional people. Writing the passing of a real person, a friend and a colleague? Must be one of the hardest things to do as a writer.

So maybe that's why this felt so incredibly flat. Maybe trying to find that balance between dealing with the death and moving on dulled the emotional punch of it all? Because beyond the opening and closing, this was barely more than a clip episode shows throw in the middle of a season to save money. And of those flashbacks, we could only get ones with 3 characters who are still on the show, because Knight, Parker and even Torres didn't really know him. (I'll mention the Gibbs flashback in a second.) So you had this random assortment of clips that were supposed to engender emotions, but did the opposite in a way- because they weren't immediate reactions (they were memories), it actually lessened the emotional impact. You know what flashback would've been a kick to the gut? How about someone mention Cate, and then show us the clip of Ducky and Cate together? Then you would've gotten the one-two punch of 2 beloved characters now gone. Because if you're going to show a scene between Gibbs and Ducky that no one was present to see (using Ducky's journals as your 'out'), you could've shown Cate or Jenny or Ziva.

By not showing the funeral, fans missed out on a proper send off and a true tie-in with the past. I know Brian Dietzen said they didn't want it to be crammed full of guest stars, but the only guest star we got was a 3 minute cameo by Michael Weatherly?? If they'd had a funeral, they could've filled the church with faces we remembered and given characters/actors a chance to pay their respects. Imagine the nostalgia in seeing Hollis Mann, Jordan Hampton, Gerald Jackson, Ziva David (would've made sense since they brought Tony back), Abby Sciuto (I know, there are off-screen problems w/PP), Rachel Cranston, etc. I know Jessica Walter has also passed away, but what about the rest of Ducky's detective group? What about Jack Sloane? Yes, I know these may have added more storytelling time (particularly Abby and Jack) but did we need McGee's poison ivy flashback?

Other issues:

What happens to Nicholas Mallard? You know, Ducky's half-brother.

What happens to Gibbs' house?

What was the actual proof that the senator was dirty? I mean, real forensic proof? I didn't seem to hear anything other than Parker reading off the autopsy report and the Marine. Or I guess we're just meant to think that ruined his career? Because they didn't charge him with murder or anything.

The entire story hinged on McGee remembering one of the pictures hid a safe? Like Ducky's only clue to an important case was a cryptic line in his journal? smh

This was... this was just not good. One of, if not THE most beloved character on this show and we got a clip episode.

Which brings me back to the Gibbs flashback: As soon as they showed the picture of Gibbs and Ducky on the bookshelf, I knew we weren't going to see Mark. And that disappoints me more than it should, really. After tonight, we should never, ever see Gibbs on this show again, because there will be no bigger reason for him to return than Ducky's death, and he didn't show. Any reason after tonight will be bullshit and a slap in the face to the fans who supported and fell in love with the Gibbs/Ducky friendship. I'm so bitterly disappointed.

#ncis #david mccallum #ducky mallard #jimmy palmer #leroy jethro gibbs #mark harmon #as an aside #tiva fans never fucking learn #I'd be laughing if the rest of the episode hadn't also been shit

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Help from your friends.

Moonknight x Teen reader PLATONIC.

Genre : Oneshot.

Pairing : Steven Grant x teen reader, Marc Spector x teen reader, Jake Lockley x teen reader.

Summary : Your friends help you build a shelf.

Sitting on the ground, legs crossed, you cast an annoyed glance at the plans spread out in front of you. No matter how hard you read and reread them, examine the many diagrams in detail and even look on the internet, you still hadn't managed to assemble this damn shelf, even after a good hour of assembling and disassembling the many parts.

You groaned for what felt like the hundredth time today and threw up your arms in exasperation. Handiwork was obviously not for you.

You liked to read more than anything and you had decided to buy one of those pretty book shelves from IKEA to store your many books. You were tired of leaving them lying around in piles bigger than you. At night, you'd trip over them sometimes and then have to pick them up and pile them up again as you rubbed your sore toes.

You lay on your back, crushing your tools and some building plans, and rubbed your eyes. You almost didn't hear the knock on your apartment door. You indicated that the door was unlocked in a loud, weary voice. The door creaked open, then slammed shut, and you heard familiar footsteps crossing your hallway.

"Hiya love !"

You straighten up hastily, a big smile on your face.

"Hello Steven !"

He smiled back at you with the same energy then turned to the window and you knew he was listening to his two alters.

"Marc and Jake say hello too."

"Hi guys !" You waved awkwardly, not sure if they could see you.

Steven held grocery bags in his hands filled with what appeared to be sweets, sodas and chips. He often brought you snacks and books when he visited you, and you smile thinking that he spoils you a lot. He put them on the couch and walked over to you as you rose to greet him. He hugged you tightly, then released you, his gaze lingering on the mess that littered the floor of your living room.

"What happened here ?"

You fidgeted a little, embarrassed.

"I was trying to assemble a bookshelf, but it turned out to be more difficult than expected,” you confessed.

"Why didn't you call us ? We could have helped."

Without waiting for your answer, he frantically reached into his shirt pockets and pulled out his pair of rectangular reading glasses. You smile as you watch him put them on his nose and sit on the floor, in the same spot where you were a moment ago.

He began rummaging through the many plans and brought a few to his face to examine. You tried in vain to restrict your laughter to his old man's attitude. A chuckle escaped your lips and you couldn't stop it. Steven looked up from the papers he was holding and gave you a questioning look.

"What is it ? What's funny ?"

"You," you replied with a mocking look.

"Me ?" He says pointing his index finger to his chest. "Why ?"

"You look like a grandma."

You burst out laughing at his shocked look. He rolled his eyes playfully and returned his attention to his work.

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Half an hour had passed. Steven now had the same desperate look you had earlier. His curly hair stood on end from every time he'd run his hand through it.

You sighed in annoyance and stood up, your leg bones cracking after all the time you'd been sitting on the floor.

"Ummm... You want tea ? I'll make tea."

You stomped towards the kitchen without waiting for his response.

"Hey, Steven. Give me the body, you're messing it up !"

"I'm definitely not going to give you the body !" Steven exclaimed. "I know you'll end up getting upset and throwing everything away. They don't need that," he added, watching you bustle behind the counter, a kettle full of water in your hand.

"What ? I would never do that!"

"Stevie is right, amigo. You can't keep your cool," Jake sneered, joining the conversation between the british and the american.

You heard the man arguing with his reflection for a few more minutes, laughing. Eventually you saw the body straighten up and lose its shy and friendly look to be replaced with a tense body and a deep frown. You knew it was Marc who were fronting now. You watched him shake the blueprints and tools and mutter annoyedly for a few more minutes before the whistle of the kettle startles you.

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"That doesn't make any sense ! And why is it so hard it's just a damn bookshelf !"

"I told you, hermano."

"Oh shut up Jake !"

"You're never gonna make it if you keep arguing like this !" said Steven wearily. "Now shut up and focus on that bloody shelf before they come back."

Marc stared at the shelf he had partially built. He took a sip of the tea you had brought him and concentrated on his work while you picked up your books scattered all over the apartment, ready to put them in their new location.

"C'mon hermano, give me the body. I can do it faster than you."

Five minutes later, the large white shelf stood against the wall with a proud Jake leaning on it.

"How in the hell did you do that ?!" Marc spat in an annoyed tone.

"I always said I was the smartest of us," Jake replied smugly with a smirk. The american answered him with an irritating growl.

"Well done Jake !" exclaimed Steven.

"Jake, you did it !"

He turned to you, who had just come out of your room, a stack of books in your arms, and a wide grin. You put them on the floor and examined the shelf with an admiring look.

"Yeah, it was nothing, don't wor..."

He was interrupted by your arms hugging him tightly. Surprised, he did not immediately return your hug.

"Thanks guys. What would I do without you, hm ?"

"You probably would never assemble this damn shelf," he sneered, his arms around you.

You giggled in his neck and released him. You could sense it was Marc now.

"Do you want to do a movie night ?" You asked hopefully. You were always very happy to spend time with them and you also wanted to thank them for helping you.

"Of course kiddo. Why do you think we bought snacks ?" he said, pointing to the bags Steven had put on your couch earlier.

You grinned and thanked him.

"So, what do you want to watch ?"

"Harry Potter."

"AGAIN ?!"

"Yes, again. Now sit down and shut up. I'll go get the snacks Steven bought."

He sat down on the couch, grumbling, and turned on the TV. He complained a lot but you knew he loved doing movie nights no matter what movie you chose. You also knew he secretly enjoyed watching Harry Potter. As long as it was with you, he would be happy, they would all be happy.

🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙

I wanted to try and write a oneshot for once, I hope you liked it ;) Sorry for my English 😅

Moony🌛

#moon knight #marvel #moonknight series #platonic #steven grant #steven with a v #steven grant x teen!reader #steven grant x you #marc spector #marc spector x teen!reader #marc spector x you #jake lockley #jake lockley x teen!reader #jake lockley x you #gender neutral reader #moonknight x teen!reader #reader insert #platonic reader #teen reader

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