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mangowafflesss · 9 days

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PART 2 TO THE EX WIFE

Part 1 , Part 3

I'm a liar, I said I was gonna write a good ending but I cba soooo here's reader kicking out John :) [this is really bad and I'm like four vodka redbulls deep, I'm trying my best]

That night, John slept on the sofa while his ex wife was still in the house. He still hadn’t done anything, choosing to give you space instead of dealing with the problem.

So that night, you packed his bag. Shoving as many of his belongings you could into it - you taking your anger out in the process.

You didn’t get a single bit of rest but you didn’t care. You were too busy planning what to do in your head to even care about sleep.

Once the time hit 6am you went into the bathroom and filled up a bucket with icy cold water. You carried it to the spare room and opened the door with your elbow, careful to not spill any water on yourself.

You walked inside, strolling up the bed and tipped the bucket directly over the head of your husband's ex. She shrieked as she woke up and felt the cold water seep into the clothes she wore to bed.

“What the fuck?” she yelled as she jumped out of the bed trying to get away from the soggy sheets. You smirked as you savoured the rage on her face.

When she came back to her senses, she pointed her finger at you and stepped towards you “listen here you little bitch-”

“No, you listen. Pack your shit and get the hell out of my fucking house”

She stood with her hands crossed over her chest and smiled at you “I’m not going to listen to you, I’ll leave if John tells me to, not my replacement” she sneered at you but you just took a few steps towards her so you were face to face.

“John will be leaving too, so you can go with him”

“John isn’t going to leave his own house”

“Good thing it doesn’t belong to him” you smile and get closer to her face making her back away slightly “I own this place, John doesn’t. He moved in with me and his name is nowhere near the deed” you spun on your heel and stormed out of the room, grabbing the bag you left in the hallway before walking downstairs.

You see John sitting on the sofa rubbing his eyes which means he just woke up. You throw his bag onto the sofa and he flinches at the heavy thud.

“What's this?” he asks and you scoff at how oblivious he still is.

“Your stuff. You’re leaving today, with your ex”

John looked at you with shock on his face, he stood from his seated position and approached you “you’re kicking me out?” he asked in disbelief but you gave him a blank closed off look.

“No. I’m kicking you both out because you wouldn’t” you say, picking up his bag and walking to the front door. “I told you so many times John, but you didn’t listen!” you couldn’t help raising your voice but you just felt as if he wasn’t hearing you. “It's as if you don’t even care about me or how I feel”

“Of course I care about you, you’re my wife. Lets just talk about this, please?”

You stopped walking and turned to face him “talk?” you let out a laugh and you were on the verge of hysterics “talk? You want to talk after I’ve been trying for days! No John, I’m done talking” you continue to walk to the front door and when you reach it, you open it and throw his bag out onto the porch.

He stands there with a sadness on his face but you don’t look at him. He stands in front of you and calls out your name but you ignore him, just how he has been doing to you.

“Sweetheart, please” he places two fingers under your chin and raises your head so you can look at him. “I'm so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you-”

“But you did” he doesn’t say anything and you move his hand away from you. “I can’t forgive you” you see tears gather in his eyes and you pass him the keys to his car and place them into the palm of his hand.

“Now go”

You hear the sound of footsteps and look to the side to see his ex standing there with her suitcase next to her. She walks towards you and stops before leaning towards your ear to whisper something

“Thank you for giving me my husband back” she smiles while pulling away from you and you just stand there not letting her get to you.

“Come on John! Lets go” she walks past him towards the drive but he just stands there, pain etched onto his face.

You give him a look before you start pushing him outside. “Just go John. I don’t want to see you ever again”

Those were the last things you said before closing the door and shutting him out of your life.

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ellecdc · 3 months

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Soooo, I'm not the usual requester of the poly!moonwater x reader, but I fell I love with them and the way you write them!

With that being said, could I request Mia and Monty taking in Regulus and reader, saving them from their cruel families, and the holidays being absolutely hectic with everyone there.

Maybe some Mia and reader bonding?

If not that's fine! All my love,

🦕

*gasps* thank you lovely! I'm so glad you've loved moonwater enough to submit a request!!! sorry this took so long, I had this half finished and couldn't figure out for the life of me how to wrap it up happily, and then I was like "of course! Effie!" - not so much chaos but a lot of hurt/comfort and fluff

~please note: my requests are currently closed as I work through my older ones~

poly!moonwater x fem!reader

CW: toxic/abusive family dynamics, mentions and insinuations of abuse, your parents suck in this - I'm sorry, but just call me Euphemia Potter because you're all my children now

Remus had to admit that he was getting increasingly worried about you and Regulus the closer it got to the summer holidays. It seemed that no matter how much brighter the weather became outside, clouds were determined to follow the two of you around.

Remus only knew why Regulus would perhaps grow tense at the thought of returning to 12 Grimmauld Place on account of Remus’ years’ long friendship with Sirius. But the youngest Black, since reconciling with his older brother, has staunchly refused to discuss family life. Remus could accept that; he understood the gist.

But you, he was at a loss with. Though, he would admit that your occasional flinch at a raised hand or sudden quick movements by either Regulus or Remus spoke volumes on that end.

So here you all were (being Remus, you, Regulus, Sirius, James, Peter, and Lily) sitting by the Black Lake and enjoying the sun on one of the last few days of the school year, and you and Regulus were nearly comatose in your melancholy.

Lily and Peter were doing their best to pretend they didn’t notice any tension in the group as they busied themselves with a game of wizarding chess, but James and Sirius had no such qualms and were staring hard between Remus and Regulus.

“I told you that you could come with me, Reggie.” Sirius said surprisingly softly for the oldest Black. Regulus’ jaw twitched as he stole a fleeting glance at James.

“You told me that a year ago. I wasn’t smart enough to go then, I don’t see why I’d deserve that option now.” He muttered, sounding disturbingly more and more like the aristocratic Pureblood he was raised to be.

“It’s not about deserving, Reg.” Sirius said at the same time Remus said, “of course you do.”

“Honestly,” James interjected, “at this point, my mum would be pissed if you didn’t come live with us.”

Regulus’ face appeared to remain impassive, but Remus knew better; there were signs. His jaw tightened, there was a small movement in his left eyebrow and a subtle glossiness in his eyes.

Suddenly his gaze flit to Remus, his eyes almost begging him to understand something he hadn’t yet voiced. Remus held Regulus’ gaze until his eyes turned to something else; to you.

But it didn’t appear that you had heard any of the conversation going on around you; your eyes pointed to some unmarked point in the horizon, your mind far away.

“I can’t leave her.” Regulus whispered once he knew you wouldn’t hear.

“What’s the point of both of you suffering, Regulus? You can’t help her from Grimmauld Place.” Sirius argued.

Regulus finally groaned, and Remus’ heart clenched knowing how close he was to frustrated tears. Remus felt just as close, feeling completely helpless in this situation. But his parents struggled enough supporting him alone. He knew that if he asked, his mum would have the two of you in a heartbeat, but the Potter’s had the space and funds to do it far more easily.

“Y/N can come too.” James said plainly.

“Hm?” You hummed quietly, turning your attention back to the group at the sound of your name.

Regulus grimaced slightly but James, either ignorant to body language or choosing to ignore it carried on. “I was just thinking, we’re inviting Regulus to move in with us for the summer. Perhaps you could join us?”

You stared hard at James without breaking eye contact and Remus grew more and more tense the longer you stayed silent.

“It’s good that Regulus is staying with you.” You commented, sounding nearly robotic.

“You could-” Remus began, but you cut him off.

“Don’t, Remus.”

“Amour.” Regulus pleaded quietly.

“Leave it.” You ordered before standing and walking away.

Regulus sighed and buried his face in his hands. Remus couldn’t stand it anymore and moved to sit beside him, rubbing soothing swipes up and down his spine.

“Your brother is right, love. You’ll be more help to her if you’re safe at Potter Manor. You need to be brave for the both of you right now.”

“She’s never told me either, you know?” Regulus spoke from inside his hands. “I have no idea what happens when she leaves here.”

Remus fought back the tears that threatened to infiltrate his eyes. “You’ll be more help to her from Potter Manor.” He repeated.

You’d been avoiding the boys, that much was certain. And even if you weren’t avoiding them, it was like you weren’t even there when you were sitting right next to them. Remus hated to think that this was the note you were all leaving on, knowing you’d not see each other again until September first.

Regulus had agreed to stay with the Potters, though he refused to discuss with anyone what was said to his parents (or, perhaps more importantly, what his parents had said in return).

So, they stood there in Central Hall with their bags and school trunks; James and Sirius arguing over what they were going to do first when they got to the Manor (in an attempt to hopefully lighten the mood for Reggie's sake) while Remus stared at Regulus’ face without pretending that he wasn’t, as his boyfriend stood painfully rigid.

You appeared then, the strap of your duffle bag thrown over your shoulder and your school trunk trailing behind you. Remus didn’t think he’d ever seen you look so forlorn.

It was like a switch was flipped in Regulus, and he went from a soldier standing at attention to cooing over your shorter frame.

“Let me get this, amour. Did you get everything packed okay?” He asked you softly, pulling your duffle bag gently from your shoulder to throw over his own. You barely nodded in acknowledgment, eyes staring at the ground unseeingly. Remus felt sick to his stomach.

“Okay.” Regulus murmured at you quietly, giving Remus a quick shake of his head as he went to move to you. Remus had this overwhelming urge to pick you up and huddle you under his arm, not letting go until you were all the way to Wales – where your family couldn’t get to you.

But Regulus perhaps understood your mindset better than he did.

“Can Rem take your trunk for you?” Regulus asked, mostly as a means to invite Remus into the conversation and less trying to get him to be your pack mule.

“No.” You said as firmly as you could manage in this fragile state. “I’ve got it. Thank you, though.” You said, finally looking up to make eye contact with Remus and Regulus.

Regulus, for his part, managed to smile sadly at you. Remus was sure his discontent was written all over his face.

“Ready to get this show on the road? Look at me, sounding all muggle.” Sirius called. One would think he sounded indifferent to what was going on, but Remus (and Regulus) could see this for what it truly was: distraction.

“No.” You whispered.

“What is it, lovie?” Remus asked, turning his attention quickly back to you.

“I’m not, I-” you took a few quick breaths, face scrunching up painfully as your eyes filled with tears. “I’m not ready, I can’t. I can’t go. I’m not...”

“Okay.” Regulus said softly.

“I can’t go back, I can’t - I’m not ready.”

“That’s alright.” Sirius offered just as softly.

You were disturbingly close to hyperventilating – surveying your surroundings like you were looking for a place to run, looking for a way out. “I can’t do it anymore, I can’t.” You cried.

“Then don’t, love.” Remus pleaded. And you broke down into sobs.

Something inside Remus snapped and he made for you, enveloping you in a hug that was probably far too tight, but you nuzzled impossibly further into his chest anyway as if he could perhaps hold your pieces together as you fell apart.

He’d find a way to do it for you if that’s what you truly needed.

As your gasping sobs ceased and your breathing evened into only the occasional hiccup, James let out a theatrical “Phew.”

“What?” Regulus asked, voice somewhat taut from both protectiveness and frayed nerves.

“I sort of told my mum she was coming to live with us, anyway.”

Remus could have kissed the sod right on the mouth at that moment. He opted to kiss the top of your head instead.

“I don’t want-”

“-to be in the way. You won’t be, amour.” Regulus interrupted your train of thought, voice far softer than the one he’d used with James.

“Yeah, Regulus is far more inconveniencing than you are, dollface.” Sirius snarked with a wink, earning him a quick stinging jinx from Regulus.

If Remus had thought that the hard part was over in Central Hall, he was very wrong.

You had settled not too badly as you all rode the wagons to the train station holding onto Remus’ hand like a vice, and Regulus appeared to be far more comfortable now that he was less worried about you. Regulus undeniably had some abandonment issues, and the thought of going to the Potter’s without you left him with the sense that he would somehow be letting you down. Remus supposed that at least before, the two of you could commiserate together knowing that whatever you were going through, so was the other.

But as the group travelled on, some of your own tension returned the closer you got to Kings Cross Station.

“You don’t have to say anything to them, you can just leave with us.” Sirius said plainly as Remus reached to grab your bags from the overhead compartment.

“That’d be considered kidnapping.” You responded quietly.

You hooked your duffle over your shoulder and stood, looking through the compartment as if you could somehow see your family through the sheets of metal separating you and Platform 9 ¾.

“Would...would you like us to come with you? Stand by your side? How would you like to do this, love?” Remus asked, leaning back slightly so he could see your face directly.

You seemed to ponder that for a few moments before returning his gaze. “Maybe...maybe you guys could just, stay a little behind me? Not close enough to say anything or for them to say anything to you, just...”

“Close.” Regulus finished for you. You nodded in response.

“Consider it done, dove.” Remus said and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

James and Sirius spotted the Potter’s quickly after exiting the train and brought your bags and trunks to them so that the Potter’s elves could bring them to the Manor. You watched as your trunk disappeared with a pop; there was no going back now.

“Y/N.” An indifferent tone called, causing you to stand up straighter, though you didn’t seem ready to turn your gaze towards it yet.

“We’re right here, amour. We’re not leaving without you.” Regulus insisted. Remus wanted to touch you, grab your hand, kiss your cheek, but he knew he’d have to wait until you felt safe.

Safe.

Soon you’d be safe.

True to their words, Regulus and Remus followed you towards your parents who stood poised like models in a Victorian Era portrait, staring down at you over their noses, though the two boys paused a good distance away as you had asked them too.

“I hate this.” Regulus murmured as you said hello to your parents. Your mother turned to leave before you asked them to wait.

“We’ll be able to take her home after this.” Remus placated, but it did nothing to soothe his own nerves either.

“You’re doing what?” He heard your mother ask derisively.

You repeated yourself, albeit quieter and more meekly than you had before. Remus wanted to hex her for making you feel so small.

“Absolutely not. Get your things.” Your father barked.

You raised your hand carefully, pointing towards the Potter’s to explain that they’ve already brought your things to their house.

“You insolent little witch. How dare you undermine me like this.” Your father spat and took a menacing step towards you. You stepped back quickly with a full body flinch, and that was it for Remus.

“We’re done. Let’s go.” Remus said authoritatively. “Come on, dove.”

You needn’t be told twice, allowing Reg to steer you towards the Potter’s as Remus cast a quick muffliato around you to spare you from any trailing remarks your parents made.

Remus and Regulus exchanged a worried glance over your head as you kept your eyes glued to the floor, letting yourself be guided blindly through the platform.

“Ready to go, dearies?” Euphemia Potter asked kindly, softly, as she beamed at the five students in front of her with Fleamont at her side. Even Remus felt like he had whiplash at the difference of atmosphere on this end of the platform; he couldn’t imagine how you or Reg were managing.

“Hello, cariad!” Remus heard his mother call before any of you could answer Effie’s question. He turned his gaze to see his parents, Hope and Lyall Lupin, move through the crowds towards them.

“Gangs all here now!” Lyall called, and you tightened your hand currently enclosed safely in Remus’. He gave your three quick squeezes in return: a silent promise of safety.

“This must be Regulus and Y/N!” His mum cheered, looking awfully close to embracing both of you. However, Regulus’ aristocratic upbringing appeared to save the day as he quickly stepped in front of you and stuck his hand out, bowing politely to her.

“Mrs. Lupin, it’s very nice to finally meet you.” He said, posh accent on full display.

Remus gave a pleading look to his family, knowing his mother was the kind to say “oh, I’m really more of a hugger.”

But apparently, one thing motherly love was very good at was reading the room, and his mum accepted the handshake before his dad, Effie and Monty all got one of their own. You nodded politely and exchanged a quiet ‘hello’ but opted to stay glued to Remus’ side.

He couldn’t say he minded that option entirely.

Euphemia Potter was no stranger to troubled children showing up at her doorstep, but she couldn’t help but admit how different this time was.

Last year, Sirius showed up battered, beaten, bloodied, and bruised, not to mention completely scared out of his mind. And underneath all of that was this horrible fear for his younger brother’s safety, as well as an overwhelming sense of guilt for leaving him behind.

Sirius never really recovered from feeling like a burden, not last summer at least. He remained entirely too polite for Effie’s tastes, full of “thank you, Mrs. Potter”’s or “that really isn’t necessary”’s right up until the day she sent them off to Hogwarts.

“Now boys.” She said, giving the two troublemakers as stern a face as one Euphemia Potter could muster. “Though I would certainly prefer no trouble at all, can we at least promise not to get quite as many detentions this year? And for the love of Merlin – no more broken bones! I like that when people ask me how my sons are, I can at least say ‘well, at least they’ve got their health!’”

Effie was certain that the pressure behind Sirius’ eyes from fighting the tears must have been excruciating, but he held out for as long as he could before he launched himself into her chest.

“Thank you, Effie.” He finally whispered through tears.

“Please, Sirius.” She whispered as she stroked the boy’s hair. “Call me mum.”

If last year was full of guilt, grief, and fear, this summer seemed to be full of caution, hope, and love.

Where James spent last summer trying to keep Sirius in as high spirits as possible, this year he got to simply play the role of host. Where Sirius spent last summer trying to stay out of the way and convince himself and everyone around him that he was completely fine, this year he got to show his brother what real family looked like.

And though he saw a lot of Sirius in Regulus, there was so much that was so distinctly him.

Regulus’ trauma came out in impeccable table manners, speaking in a manner far more suited to a member of parliament than a teenaged boy at a casual meal, and assessing the atmosphere in the room with the efficacy of a social weather man.

But his personality was completely contradictory.

He made jokes and comments that he didn’t seem to realize were funny until people around him laughed, which caused him to blush but let out surprised laughter of his own. Where Sirius’ jokes were performative and always for the sake of amusing the people around him, Regulus’ humour came naturally and unbiddenly. Where Sirius showed his love and excitement as loudly as possible in order to make sure everyone around him got to share in it, Regulus dutifully handed out his love and excitement in carefully curated doses.

She loved them both beyond measure.

And you...well, Effie could certainly see how you managed to win over not one but two of her favourite young men. Your trauma seemed to come out in the form of fading into the background. Everything you did, you did quietly. You never asked for anything, whether it be for seconds at dinner, something to drink during the day, or to go into town to shop for supplies.

But even though you were clearly struggling, Effie could see how much you cared for those boys both actively and passively. Your body language seemed to change the second either of them entered a room, their presence’s easing any discomfort you may have been feeling nearly immediately; you smiled brighter, made more eye contact, and even contributed to conversations when one of them was around. Right now they were your confidence, your safe space. Effie hoped to get the chance to see it for herself one day, but she felt unbelievably lucky to get to see it in this way too.

You always showed up with bottles of water when the boys were outside playing quidditch, somehow knowing Regulus was the kind to completely miss any cues his body gave him of thirst and predicting his needs. And you always brought sunblock out unprompted when Remus would fall asleep with a book over his face, ensuring he wouldn’t burn in the sun.

She loved you so much.

It had been about two weeks since summer holidays started, and Hope and Lyall Lupin were going to be leaving their mini holiday at Potter Manor in a few days when Effie felt that you had made enough progress to broach the subject.

“Y/N, dearie. Do you have a moment?” She asked as you and the boys walked in the back door after spending some time down at the lake.

Effie noticed a flicker of concern cross your features, though you readily agreed nonetheless. Remus smiled while Regulus promptly stood at attention.

“Hope’s going to be leaving in a few days, and I was thinking perhaps we could get a shopping trip in before she does.”

At this Hope looked over with a beaming smile. “Oh! I’d so love to go shopping! The shops are not nearly as posh in Cardiff.”

You looked between the two women uncertainly but began nodding your head. “Erm, yes, sure. What...what are we shopping for?”

“Well, I thought we could go shopping for some clothes.”

You looked absolutely horrified at this. “I have clothes! I brought everything I had from school.”

Effie smiled encouragingly at you. “Yes, and what you had packed for school was appropriate for a Scottish autumn and winter, not for a summer in London.”

Sirius, never one to leave very well alone, piped up at this. “I want to go shopping! Can I come?”

Hope chuckled and ruffled the boy’s long hair. “I think it’d be better just us ladies, hm?”

Sirius pouted at that, but Regulus took pity on his brother. “You can come with me and Fleamont, Sirius.”

Sirius stood abruptly and planted a smacking kiss to the younger boy’s cheek. “You’re officially my favourite sibling.” He declared, earning him an indignant ‘oi!’ from James.

“Get off of me, you sod.” Regulus grumbled, leaning further into Remus’ side.

You looked at your two boys then; Remus was smiling at you with a look so full of love and pride it nearly rivaled Effie’s, and Regulus was smiling encouragingly and so sweetly, Effie was certain her blood sugar levels spiked just at the sight.

“That...that would be very nice. Thank you, ladies.” You agreed quietly. You nodded your head in decision, mostly to encourage yourself but Effie was thankful for the effort.

It was hard to imagine a time nearly eighteen years ago that Effie and Monty were heartbroken and struggling to finally have a child of their own. If only they’d know that seventeen years later, their lovely, lovely boy would bring home four more for them to love.

She was simultaneously sad for you, Regulus, and Sirius that you had to grow up in homes that didn’t love you the way you ought to have been, but she was so beyond grateful she got the honour to love you properly, now and for the rest of her life.

As long as Euphemia Potter lived, none of you would ever spend a moment being anything but loved.

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mashiraostail · 4 months

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your gang orca praise kink stuff goes soooo crazy please give us some gentle dom praising from halsin w Fem reader PLEASE

glad u like it thank u!!

yall are crazy outing your praise kink in my ask box. Ask and u shall receive tho!!! Kind of a long one, i care for u guys so I have to feed u.

NSFW under the cut!

Aches blossomed like weeds all over your poor body. Maybe you should have brought Halsin along on this one, a healer would have done you well about 3 hours ago. He stayed back, or perhaps he went on his own way for the day. For all your not seeing eye to eye Astarion was seemingly happy to help you hobble along with an arm slung over his shoulder.

He's biting something back and Karlach all but shoves it out of him.

"Thank you. For...taking those hits for me." He rolls his eyes when he says it, but it does nothing to veil his grateful tone, "i can't imagine it was pleasant."

"It wasn't." You muse back, "but you're helping me along."

"Well-" He sputters, "I figured you could take it since you have Halsin waiting for you with baited breath every night."

He was right, you did. He tried to be subtle, to give everyone a once over after a hard day, but he always lingered on you. He liked you, perhaps more, it was obvious. At least when you stumble back to camp he has a reason to make a b-line to you first.

"What happened?" He takes you from Astarion, who snickers a bit at you.

"Nothing, just the typical day." You shrug.

"Is everyone else okay?" Bless him, he feigns interest in the other 3 trailing behind you.

"Don't worry." Wyll waves, "we'll live."

"Come with me." He doesn't even respond to Wyll, he was not as good of an actor as he hoped to be.

You go with him, not that he gave you much of a choice, guiding you away before he could even finish. He settles you down by a shallow river not too far off from camp. He brings a bowl and a rag, with a small sack of supplies to clean you off with.

"I know you're capable." He starts, as he wipes layers of blood and grime away from your skin, "i'm not underestimating you-"

"I understand." You cut him off before he can prattle off into a nervous explanation as to why he seems to favor you over the others when you're injured.

You fall back into silence as he cleans you off.

"Look up at me." Fingers on your chin crane your gaze up to him, if he's trying to be seductive it has certainly worked, and if he wasn't it was cruel. He's scanning your face, his eyes meet your gaze.

"Will I live?" There's a coyness to your voice that just about knocks him off balance.

"Yes, lucky me. Does your head hurt?"

"Not at all." You felt better, under his caring hands, there was a dull soreness now, it overtook the harsh and stinging aches.

It was already dark, nobody had bothered to call the pair of you for dinner, perhaps more knowing than they let on.

"Can I do anything else for you?" He asks, kneeling now but still tall enough to be gazing down at you. The dull light of your lantern made him glow.

"No-" Suddenly you can't play coy anymore, it's like his sucked the air out of your lungs, he takes your hand.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" when he asks he traces his fingers over the back of your knuckles.

"Of course." You nod, something flutters under your ribs. He brushes his lips over the back of your hand, and it lights you up. It's such a silly, small, innocuous gesture, but it makes your stomach warm.

"Thank you." He looks up from the back of your hand to catch your gaze.

You kiss your teeth, your mouth feels dry all of a sudden, "why thank me?"

"Because you're allowing me." Halsin murmurs it, "I'm grateful to be let so close to you." He kisses his way up your arm in a galant gesture, though it makes you feel light headed none the less. When he reaches the crook of your neck, the shallow divot where your shoulder ends he stops, and drops your arm gently onto your lap.

"You can act modest, or play coy," He continues despite the lack of contact, which makes you feel cold and even more exposed then when he's ravishing you. "But you know how I want you. You indulge me."

"Please," You're fluttering, you try to sound casual but you're fluttering like a moth and Halsin is a big, bright fire drawing you in. "it's self serving."

"Even better." He elects to sit beside you, "indulge yourself in me."

"Oh gods." You feel hot, in the back of your neck, in your chest, between your legs.

"What?" Halsin reaches for you, you let him, he wraps an arm around you, he draws you in. "don't you want to?"

"I do-" You're practically whining despite the fact he has not denied you, and probably never would. You turn your face into his neck, nosing at his collar. He makes a pleased noise at the feeling, and brings a hand up to cup your hair.

"Then tell me what you want. You can have it, you deserve it. Anything, just tell me."

You aren't sure when you make your way into his lap, when the desire to taste his skin becomes so potent that you have no choice but to glide your tongue over his collar bone. He's happy to rub up your back and thighs, to pull your closer by the back of your head.

"Is it me you want?"

You moan, gasping, you aren't sure when you started rutting against his leg, but he seems all the more happy to have you there so you cast aside the sheer embarrassment of it all.

"You can have it, you can have me. All you have to do is take it. I'll let you, I'm yours for the taking."

You practically cry at that, you aren't sure when you'd become so pent up.

"You can have me." One of his hands is holding onto the bend of your hip, guiding them against his leg in a languid rolling pace, "you already do. You deserve it, all of it, whatever you want. Tell me."

You let him take your shirt off, you're more than keen to free him of his.

"I must have been particulalry well behaved in my past life." For a breif moment his hand releases your hips and he's gliding rough palms over your chest and stomach, "you're such a lovely thing..." He ducks down, kisses at your chest, pulling you away from the perfect friction of his thigh to the warm heat of his mouth and tongue.

He's kissing, licking and nipping at the newly exposed skin while his hands trail over your ass, up your back and thighs, drawing you in impossibly closer to his mouth.

"I'd give you the world, anything you'd ask." He pushes the small of your back, guiding you back down onto his lap, "but you only want me?"

"Do you really feel that way? That I should have whatever I ask for? Whatever I want?"

The sight of your chest heaving, glistening from his mouth makes him groan, "how could I not? Tell me what you want, My hands? My mouth?"

You feel on the verge of passing out, terrible and blissful all at once.

He lifts you as he stands, but just a quickly sets you down again laying on your back.

"Are you sore?" His hands hold your waist, his nose is at your jaw, "I'd be content just to stay here, looking at you, kissing you. We would not need to anything more to sate me." He assures you, "the sight of you like this alone would be enough to satisfy me for lifetimes to come."

"No." You're breathless, you shake your head.

"No?" Despite what he's said he sounds hopeful, grateful, pleased even.

"No." All you can think to do is repeat him. You help him help you out of your pants.

"Will you let me?" He's already lowering himself between your legs, you flush.

"You hardly have to ask permission."

"Yes?" He pushes you for it anyways, of course you indulge him.

"Yes."

It's been hundreds of years, of course he was an attentive and...skilled lover, but this was almost too much.

Your back arched off the ground, his hands were there, big and warm and slightly rough, he held your waist there his fingers wrapping around to the small of your back where it arched. Where they held you his hands pulled you closer, just barely.

He didn't protest when your thighs closed around his head, when they squeezed, or when your hands pulled him impossibly closer by his hair. In fact he sounded more than pleased at all of the above. Every time he had a spare breath he was singing you praises. You were perfect, you cried out for him perfectly, and you were so easy to love.

His hands squeezed your waist where they held you, he groaned every time you called his name.

When you do reach your climax it almost blinds you for a second, but Halsin doesn't seem interested in letting you rest until you force him off with a keening sort of whine at the overstimulation.

"I'm sorry," He's kissing at your legs, your lower stomach and up your ribs ravenously, "I can't bring myself to stop with you."

It's so easy to open yourself up to him, to let him take and for you to take what you want.

"You're so lovely." He's kissing around your chest, subtly gasping for you air, "I'd mistake you for an angel if not for the things we do together." He guides your legs around him, closing the small amount of space left between you.

"If I didn't know you to be so truly good then I'd mistake you for something much more sinister than an angel, considering the spell you must have put on me." He's arching up into your hands, turning and preening at every touch and heavy breath, "do you know what you have done to me?"

Eventually you stop your head spinning enough to fumble with his pants, until there's nothing at all between you.

"I was taken by you from our first meeting," He groans as you undress him, "but all the things I dreamt have been put to shame at the feeling of the reality of it in my hands." He takes in an uneven breath as your hands run over his cock, you turn your head to open your neck to him, he's glad to muffle himself into it. The feeling of his low groans vibrates the crook of your neck. You arch your back, pressing your chest into his which seems to set him over the edge.

"You're the most lovely thing I've ever laid my hands on, please, say you'll have me." As if it wasn't obvious, as if you weren't laying naked below him, blossoming at his lips and fingertips.

He guides himself easily into you It’s hardly painful, it barely stings, it tingles up to your stomach, and it’s pleasant. A blooming sort of feeling that you often pined for once it was gone. It was fleeting and easily missed when it dissipated. He's captivated by you, your expressions, the way you cry out, the wavering in your voice.

As with all things, he's incredibly gracious with you, giving you long, deep rolls of his hips and easy praise. He enjoys watching you melt from it, it makes his chest warm with affection.

"You're divine," He doesn't mind your arms around his neck, he holds you closer with a hand between your shoulder blades, "every single time." He enjoys the feeling of your hand holding the back of his head too.

"Every time I swear you can have me, but you're always bent at my will aren't you? Beautiful, obedient, and mine for the taking. Look at me."

All you can do is obey and nod, maybe a bit dumbly. You wrap your legs tighter around him, there was no way you'd last very long in this state. He holds you by your chin, he keeps his eyes on you whenever you cum, muttering out obscene praises. Occasionally he'll use his hold on you to turn your head to the side, to observe your throat, he swears he can see your pulse beating.

When the pair of you are finished Halsin seems perfectly fine to dip into the shallow river, it hardly reaches his waist.

"Come here," He insists, "I'll hold you."

"is it cold?" You roll over to see him.

"No, barely." He waves you over, and fuck, you're still coming down from your high, still bent at his will. You go to him, you let him guide you by your hand into the river, once you're close enough he holds the crook of your elbow, then the bend of your waist.

You rest your head against his chest as he runs wet hands over your hair.

"Many people have held my favor in my life," He looks down at you, "but I don't recall ever being so enthralled by someone." He runs a wet hand down the side of your face, "some days I dread the thought of our paths diverging."

"Don't think you'll be rid of me so easily" You manage to be a bit cheeky. Despite yourself you brush gentle fingers over the side of his neck, he closes his eyes thankfully.

"Kiss me." His voice is quiet but steadfast. Of course you go to him.

When he pulls away it's just enough to speak, "you know I adore you, tell me you do."

"I know." You grin and push his damp hair back, "you're especially sentimental today."

"I suppose I...must have missed your company." He decides, "we usually travel together."

"Is that it? I'm not complaining, maybe we'll travel separately more often."

He groans, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you up, "don't be cruel to me when you were so well behaved all night. I'm not sure what I'll do."

You laugh, bracing yourself against his chest as he prepares to drop you into the river, "no please, I swear to keep you dutifully at my side from now on, just don't drop me in this water!"

He's ravishing your neck again, your laughter made his chest burn with affection, "I truly can never deny you."

You have a feeling tonight may be a longer night than average.

#halsin x reader #bg3 #Halsin #bg3 x reader #bauldrs gate 3 #bauldrs gate 3 x reader #halsin bg3

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m1ssunderstanding · 3 months

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Understanding Lennon McCartney Rewatch Part 3.2

The thing is Paul just physically can't say what he feels. It's just an impossibility for him. So if he says reading a negative article about himself “doesn't help” or “it's not good” but it “doesn't get home” I just assume he means ‘It hurts, but I can't think about that too hard or I'll go into a self-hate suicidal spiral again’.

I always love how Paul says Linda. “Linder is er, nature mad.”

She!!

Hearing Paul talk about watching Mary be born makes me wonder if John was there with Sean? Also I wonder if Linda would talk about the experience so glowingly. Probably. She's tough as nails. I had a lovely experience, personally, after the epidural lol

“Dear friend . . . I'm in love with a friend of mine.” This is such a strange and beautiful song. It's a man who has to apologize to his friend for falling in love with someone else. At least, that's my interpretation. What's everyone else's?

I understand why he's so closed off. I do. But when John is going off every five seconds, we're missing half the picture here and it's turning out warped. They really are such a good study of attachment honestly.

“Nothing will ever break the love we have for each other.” White-knuckling my way through this section with this quote clenched in my fist.

Yoko, talking about John fighting with Paul: any couple will go from swearing to kissing and it's like that. What favors are you doing yourself here, babe? Maybe John's the PR mastermind between the two of them.

I find John's comparison of working with his romantic partner to being ambidextrous very confusing. Does he mean just doing two things at once?

“If I can't have a fight with my best friend, I don't know who I can have a fight with.” -- Intro slutty gender-fluid Wings Paul my beloved -- “Tell me why, why, why do you treat me so bad? So bad? When you're the best friend a man ever had?” I heard on some podcast somewhere. Someone was going on about how forward-thinking the Beatles were to refer to the women in their songs as “friends”. And I was like, nununununu do not give them that credit.

This is just soooo. In this era? 90 minutes in the middle of a recording session?

John: Sorry, my estranged fiance is calling, gotta take a break. Guitarist: again? Drummer: how estranged can they be if they call every three minutes? Yoko: should we just record the other parts or . . . John: (receiver cradled to his cheek, lovesick grin on his face) Hey, how was Heather's school program? Haha, yeah, I bet she was.

Okay, so you've made up with Paul and now you're done being homophobic? *Cardi b voice* well that's suspicious.

The fact that John's asking Paul to play on stage with him in 1972?? Ugh! If it was just about legalities and money and shit I would be genuinely so pissed at Paul for not going. If only because Come Together sounds incredibly lame without his bass and piano. But also for the obvious fix-it reasons. I have to remind myself of how truly awful Klein was. By being the only one to stand firm against him, Paul actually ended up saving them all from a lot of trouble. But gosh would this have been good!

Things normal people say, for sure, for sure.

Okay in my head it went like this. John calls George and bitches about what an egomaniac Paul is because he won't do anything with him as long as Klein is involved. George gets off the phone and calls Ringo and they make a bet as to how long it is until John decides they should get rid of Klein.

“Where's your audience, Paul?” “In the theater, Dave.” As he should. The cuntiness is unparalleled. Yeah, maybe people like to see a family friendly eclectic magic pixie sexy hard rock floor show? Ever thought about that, Dave?

Anyway, he seems genuinely pissed when the interviewer even mentions the other Beatles and he refuses to even admit he still talks to any of them. Why?

John's just so benevolent and selfless. He's completely straight, of course, but he's always offering to do gay shit. You know. To be nice.

I forget that not only was May their literal employee, but she was ten years younger on top of that. And yet, she managed to do so much good in that relationship. I have so much respect for her.

There's obviously a lot going on behind the scenes that they don't say in interviews. Duh. But I wonder what it is that caused Paul to be so open and happy in this interview where he's asked about the other Beatles compared to before. I wonder if he and John had a really lovely talk, or if he's heard a demo of “I know, I know.” Or maybe it's just he's so reassured that they've got rid of Klein that he feels safe acting open to a reunion on record. Who knows, Yoko.

So so smart to pair “In My Life” handwritten lyrics with the matching lyrics of “I know I know” playing at the same time. I forget about that connection (“I love you more”) because it's so overshadowed by the “than yesterday” right after. I seriously wonder if John thought he was being so obvious with this one the way he was with HDYS and half hoped people would ask him if it was about Paul and he could make up for the whole thing. Because it's just so heavy-handed. It's beautiful. I love it. I'm sure Paul loved it. But yeah. John's just beating us over the head with the references here.

I also wonder (very tentatively!!!) if Paul was maybe a bit more emotionally vulnerable with John than we usually think. I would never think this except for the “you know I nearly broke down and cried” “I'm sorry that I made you cry” and “no more crying!” I don't know. What do we think?

His little baby smirk. It's so silly and cute. He's being very positive about getting back together, and the interviewer asks if John would initiate that. Just a very coy, “a, well, I couldn't say.” I wonder if at that point if he'd said on live tv that he wanted to get together again if it would've happened. Seems like it might have, but I understand him being scared.

Elton John taking pictures like a fan and John: I wanna impound all those photos till I get me green card. What a random idea for a commercial. I love it, obviously, it's hilarious. I wonder who thought of it.

This doc is so good at implication. The smirk as “loving in the palm of my hand” plays. That's not a reference to hand jobs, is it? Certainly not talking to someone with beautiful hands?

Everyone go look up Nineteen Hundred Eighty Five on YouTube. The singing sex is something else, yeah, but I'm always so blown away by the piano part. The fact that he's self taught and doesn't read music and this man will go on to compose symphonies.

#paul mccartney #the beatles #john lennon #mclennon #linda eastman #yoko ono #understanding lennon mccartney #ulm

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faithshouseofchaos · 8 months

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i was inspired by your none halloween post soooo here a max and reader but the reader is landos younger sister who’s he really protective of and she is a f1 driver as well. maybe max and reader have been close since she joined f1 and there has always been something between the two but max is like seven years old and her brothers best friend but then max kisses her first and they get in a secret relationship and lando finds out :) you could make it multiple parts or like a longer one whatever works love

Maxes pov on the relationship

Y/n’s pov

Both maxes and y/ns pov

Forbidden love part one

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Max knew it was wrong. You were his best friend's younger sister. You were only 20. He was 6 years older than you, if anyone were to sit him down and ask him why he loved you he would say it’s the way you’ve always been kind to him or the way your eyes light up when you talk about something that makes you happy. He knew it was wrong and what made it worse was your brother who was extremely protective of you. Lando didn’t want you to date any of the drivers or any of the drivers dating you; he just didn’t want you to end up getting hurt, and that physically hurt Max that he couldn’t be with you.

The first time Max met you he was 12 and you were 7, he had a really bad race and his father was angry and was taking it out on everybody but Max was getting the brunt of the anger. It took Max a while to get away from his father. Max had gone to take a breather in between two buildings. He didn't notice you were there until he looked up and saw you. When Max stood up and looked down at you, you just smiled and gave a hug and a sticker and ran off to find your brother and father.

A year later Max had found himself at a karting race. It was your first and you had come in second. Max thought that was impressive for an 8-year-old girl who was racing against a bunch of boys who were 1 year older than her. Max saw you had talent because he saw the same amount of talent in your older brother Lando. You were good and Max hoped and prayed that maybe one day he'd have a chance to race against you in the future.

Max wasn’t going to admit it to anyone but he did follow your racing career and now you were going to Williams Racing as Alex Albon's teammate Max was happy he could see you more often and he had an excuse to talk to or try to talk to you. It'll be hard knowing that Lando would be with you 24/7 but it was a chance he was willing to make.

The only person who knew of Max's crush on you was Daniel who never judged him about his feelings for you even if you were 7 years younger than Max. Daniel thought you were what Max needed in a partner so he came up with the idea of distracting Lando at the welcome party he was hosting so Max could shoot his shot with you without your guard dog of a brother.

Once getting to the party Max and Daniel split up with Daniel hunting down Lando and Max looking for you. Max found you talking to Alex’s girlfriend Lilly his heart sped up at the sight of your smile and the sound of your laughter it made him feel like a teenager again with butterflies in his stomach.

Max looked back at Daniel who was distracting Lando in the kitchen, Max took his chance and cut into your conversation.

“Excuse me Lilly but can I steal y/n for a minute?”

“Of course Max I got to find Alex anyways we all know he’s a lightweight ”

“Hi Max, how are you doing?”

“I’m good y/n how are you?”

“I’m not gonna lie, I'm a little nervous?”

“I don’t blame you I was too nervous I was seventeen when I raced my first F1 race it’s normal”

“Would you like to step outside?”

“Yeah I could use some fresh air”

Max walked with you outside to the balcony, the crisp cool air felt nice on his burning skin. Max watched as you looked out over the ocean. He thought you looked beautiful under the pale light of the moon. It brought a tiny smile to his face and when you noticed it you just smiled looking at him and asking what he was smiling at.

“I’m not going to lie Mooi meisje I’m looking at you”

Max watched as you fought the smile on your face as you blushed hard.

“Thank you max”

“I was only speaking the truth but you’re welcome”

In Max's opinion everything was great when you started getting cold he gave you his jacket to keep you warm. The two of you talked about everything you could think of until Daniel sent Max a text saying (Lando was on the move looking for y/n) Max frowned at the text; he didn't want the night to end; he enjoyed your presence. The two of you practically jumped at the sound of the sliding glass door ripping open as Lando stepped out of it with Daniel following behind, Daniel shot Max a sincere look.

“What’s going on out here?”

“Nothing Lando we’re just talking”

Alright well Max I think it’s time for you to go”

“Lando don’t be like that”

“No no, he’s right I should be going I have a team meeting tomorrow I’ll see you later y/n

Max walked past Lando back inside the apartment with Daniel who just patted him on the shoulder.

“You’ll get next buddy just be patient”

“With Lando always by her side, I might as well give up now”

“Come on Max don’t say that just be patient”

If one thing was widely known about Max Verstappen it was his lack of patience it was just something he'll have to work on.

Even if he had to wait a lifetime he would…

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unlikelyempathpruneauthor · 2 years

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You and Eddie are like parents to Dustin

A/N: I wrote this a couple minutes ago, I have not been okay since volume 2 soooo, here is this I feel like is very cute and fuzzy. I also suck at head cannons sooo yeah, I also have one fir I wrote, but idk if I'm gonna post it, lol enough of me, enjoy this little thing I wrote!

part 2

Before meeting Eddie you were close to Dustin and made sure he was always okay.

You gave him rides to school almost always, along with Lucas, Max, and Mike.

You were kinda the momma first before babysitter Steve got in the picture.

You ensured they always had food to eat or money for that matter.

You gave your money away like it was candy.

Overall you kinda just looked out for everyone

Dustin kinda introduced you to his dungeon master

“y/n this is eddie, eddie this is y/n,”

“Hi, wow Henderson you didn't tell me she was gorgeous,”

Which then started your relationship

Dustin was very supportive knowing his role models were together

“Can one of you give me a ride home?”

“Yes” you both said making the boys laugh

You two would eventually come up with a system, you would take the kiddos to school, and eddie took them home after school

Along with steve you all worked something out

You would help Dustin with his homework all the time when he asked.

You and eddie giving each other looks if dustin asked for help of any kind

You usually are the one who knows what to say

“Dustin, you really should talk to your mom about this,”

“I AM, my mom and dad are right here!”

“Shit, he's right,”

You two tried your best to always be there for dustin

Dustin loved it when you ganged up on Eddie for saying the wrong thing.

“Eddie he is a kid, Dustin don't listen to him,”

“What do you mean? I'm giving him options,”

“Not suitable for a 14 year old boy!”

You were almost always right but in the end Eddie had good advice.

With girls he always went to you for help, almost always

This drove Eddie crazy

“He goes to you for chick advice?”

When you guys go upside down, you two become protective as hell.

“Dustin, you stay behind us okay?”

When Eddie had left you behind at his trailer in Hawkins, you warned Dustin that if you saw him in the upside down following her he would be in trouble. So he stayed behind hoping both his parents were making it out alive.

Lucky you did, you guys escaped, but defeating vecna was harder than you thought.

After all the events, you guys ended up graduating, and Eddie's name was cleared up.

All of you had vouched for him, saying he saved you guys from the earthquake,despite all the allegations people made of him.

Dustin was proud of you guys, for finally graduating, but he knew his parents were eventually going to leave him

Eventually you guys were, after a while of staying in Hawkins, you both decided to move away. Eddie wanted a life with you but not in Hawkins.

For Dustin this hurt

“You can come visit us Dustin, its okay, it’s 40 minutes away, if you want, we can pick you up, and bring you back, that way we can see everyone again,”

Once everything settled you invited Dustin every weekend along with his friends so they could see their dungeon master and play d&d.

It made you happy seeing them again, you knew they needed this.

After much time, you and Eddie got married, telling everyone was the best part and of course..the wedding.

You guys had gone to Hawkins to visit for the weekend and during dinner at Nancy's

“So we have a surprise for all of you,”

“We're getting married!”

Eddie lifted your hand up to show them the ring which happens to be his, and you loved it more than anything

“Congratulations!”

“When's the wedding?”

“Can I be the best man?”

All the congratulations came from all of them, especially Dustin, he gave you guys a big hug.

“My parents are getting married,”

“Yes, and Henderson, I want you to be my best man, Steve, Wheeler, Sinclair, you are gonna be my groomsmen!”

Your maid of honor was robin knowing she hated the idea of wearing a dress, but you surprised her in what she was going to wear, nancy, max, and erica were your bridesmaids.

The day of your wedding Dustin was crying like crazy, he was just so happy. You two truly were the best parents he ever had.

He loved his mom of course, but these parents he had were different.

Soon enough you family grows just a little

You two were expecting a baby boy in a couple months, Eddie wasted no time in wanting to grow your family and neither did you.

You told Dustin first of course

“So we have something to tell you dustin, which is why we brought you alone with us,”

“Okay, you're not gonna mirder me are you?”

“No henderson, since you are our firstborn child, we want you to have someone to.. you know save the world, you're gonna have a baby brother!”

“No…really? I'M GONNA BE A BIG BROTHER, can you name him Dart?”

“After that demadog? Hell no!”

Dustin spent so much time with you whenever Eddie was gone for work, you two had been working so much with the baby coming.

So when you were far along that you couldn't move as much due to your baby bump you stayed home.

“Have you thought of a name?”

“Yeah, we have, but eddie is very indecisive, as you know,”

“What about..Dustin?”

“Yeah no chance dusty,”

He would talk to baby munson all the time, talking about Eddie and how he saved the world and how he was the dungeon master.

Whenever those two were together they would talk about how they would teach your baby to play d&d.

“We have to start him now, so he is at a higher level then the other kids!”

When your baby was born everyone had come to see your little one.

“Guys, come in, don't be shy '' Eddie had brought everyone in as you held onto your baby boy.

His name was Johnny, Johnny Munson, you loved the sound of it, but Eddie wasn't sure if he should continue the family name, but you more than anyone was proud of that last name.

“Oh my gosh, who knew you could make cute babies?” Robin said very astounded at the little baby then back at eddie

“Munson, you did good. Congrats,'' Steve said, getting a grin from Eddie.

“Don't you worry big boy, you will have your six nuggets in no time, i just beat you to it,”

Everyone had left and Dustin was the only one standing, he was scared because the baby he was talking to through your belly was now here and worried Johnny wouldn't like him, but you knew more than anything Johnny would love Dustin just as much as you and Eddie did.

“Dustin. Come here.”

He was quite hesitant but was excited to meet yours and eddie’s kid

He sat next to you on the bed as you handed johnny to him, “this here is your older brother dustin, johnny,”

Dustin just stared at the little mix of you and eddie, “hi, im dustin, im hopeful you already knew that,”

Dustin looked at you then at his little brother

He talked on and one just like when he would when you and him hung out.

He smiled so hard he couldn't believe he was a big brother.

“You guys aren't from the same family, but he is your big brother, we don't know what lead him to choose me and your dad as his parents, but we’re happy he did,”

*hope you enjoyed if you have any requests please send them through! I have nothing to do, so yeah haha love you all! :)

#eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #Eddie munson x reader #stranger thing s4 #eddie munson st4 #eddie munson blurb #stranger things season 4

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(A rewrite of sorts)

Yang: Lying in bed with her head handing off the side

Yang: "Ugh! It's been soooo boring since team JNPR got sent on that mission several months ago."

Ruby: "Hey, at least there was a bright side. Since it was Miss Goodwitch that went with then, Combat Class has become a free time."

Weiss: "I still can't believe that Professor Ozpin had Miss Goodwitch go with them. Especially considering her condition."

Yang: "Oh don't worry I'm su-" Interrupted and startled by a loud yelling.

???: "OH MY BROTHERS!!! IT FEELS SO GOOD TO BE BACK!"

???: "It is nice to be back, yeah. Those Grimm just never seemed to end"

???: "Oh yeah, and if it hadn't been for fearless leader unlocking his semblance, we could have been goners"

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Yang/Ruby/Weiss: In their heads 'Wait, Vomit Boy/Jaune/That dunce finally unlocked his semblance"

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???: "And even better that he saved his and Miss Goodwitch's baby"

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Yang: "Wait, not only did Jaune unlock his semblance, but he also knocked up the goodbitch our teacher?!"

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???: "Thank you... Nora for reminding me of that... really appreciate it"

Yang/Ruby/Weiss: Huddle around their dorm room door to be able to hear much better. They heard Nora, Ren, and Pyrrha but haven't heard Juane yet.

Nora: "You know Pyrrha, you have no one to blame but yourself"

Ren: "Yeah. Nora and I told you that if you didn't tell him soon-"

Nora: "Then someone else was going to be his"

Pyrrha: "You're right. I took too long to confess my feelings. And I lost him to our teacher of all people. There has to be some sort of law against that." The pain and hurt in her voice was evident

Pyrrha: Punches the wall hard enough for it, and the surrounding area to rattle a bit.

Blake: Burst out of the bathroom wearing only a towel, pen and notebook in hand. Bowling over her teammates and slamming the door open, startling _NPR

Blake: "What's this I hear about Jaune knocking up Miss Goodwitch!? Give me the details, leave nothing out"

Nora: "Ok so apparently Jaune Jaune and Miss Goodwitch banged each other on Velentine's day." She had a shit-eating grin on her face as the sound of Pyrrha crunching JNPR's door handle was heard.

Nora: "And from what I know, the two of them had been together together for a few months before that." She proceeded to go into great detail of all that she knew.

Glynda: Carefully sits down while groaning. One hand on the chair to help stabilize, the other hand on her extended belly.

Jaune: Comes in with some tea and quickly rushes over to help her

Glynda: "Don't worry Jaune, I had it." Gives Jaune a peck on the lips

Glynda: "Thank you though. I really appreciate it"

Jaune: "You really shouldn't be moving yourself so much. We already had that close call with the Beringel." Pours Glynda some tea before giving it to her.

Jaune: "Ozpin has even told you are to take it easy." He sits beside Glynda and wraps one arm around her shoulder, pulling her close while he places his free hand over Glynda's hand and belly, intertwining his fingers with hers.

Glynda: "Oh, but I'm sure there's so much paperwork that is backed up. Paperwork that I'm 100% sure that Ozpin didn't do and so will just push the work load onto me." Her voice had a slight whine to it as she sipped her tea.

Jaune and Glynda just sat there in silence, enjoying each other's company. Their eyes widened in surprise when they felt their child moving inside Glynda's womb, a smile on their faces as they just basked in the moment.

The two of them hadn't been able to get much alone time during the mission. Now was the perfect chance for them to make up for lost time. Glynda turned her head and gently pressed her lips against Jaune when there was a loud knock on the door.

Glynda: Let's out a groan as their alone time was interrupted. She struggles a bit to get up from her position

Jaune: Gently, yet firmly, keeps her seated as he gets up to see who it was. At the door was Ozpin with a large stack of papers.

Ozpin: "Ah hello, Mr Arc. If you would be so kind as to hand Glynda these papers. I'd be ever so grateful."

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kiatheinsomniac · 2 years

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Kia darlinnngggg 🥰 so ik you've been simping over tomoe lately soooo I have a request ~ how about smth to do with heat? Perhaps the reader is a yokai as well, having gotten herself turned into one to be with him, not necessarily a fox yokai ( ahem I'm giving you free reign, rabbit and deer are optional bc ik you love those dynamics ) but it's her first heat with him? She's feeling all hot and bothered and doesn't know what to do and Tomoe is both trying to guide her while also trying not to lose it because he's in heat too? But yknow, he fails at the latter hehe

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𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: I actually had the theme song for this stuck in my head all around Ikea today lol. My first time writing for Tomoe so you bet I made our fox man feral, horny and mean <3

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Tomoe x yokai bunny! Reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 0.8k

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: NSFW, MDNI, smut, heat cycles, breeding, 'bunny' pet name, creampie, marathon sex

He had told himself that the two of you wouldn’t end up like this and yet here you were: pinned beneath his weight with your belly flush to the sheets, your head pushed down with a clawed hand on your nape and your hips angled upwards, Tomoe’s aching cock pounding into your little cunt over and over again without mercy. When you took on the features of a bunny after becoming a yokai to always be with him, Tomoe had expected that you would end up experiencing a heat similar to his own. Your white-haired lover had warned you of what would happen, had prepared all sorts of herbal remedies meant to help suppress your urges and yet none of it had been enough to make you resist pushing your hand down your pants to try and sate the need between your thighs, moaning unabashedly and unintentionally provoking your partner who had been doing a much better job at hiding his own heat until he heard you moaning his name so sweetly and desperately.

You had been on your hands and knees earlier but they had since buckled beneath you as you let out little sobs that were a strange mix of overstimulation and relief. Your arousal had already been leaking down your thighs by the time Tomoe found you, teary-eyed and begging him to bury his cock inside of you, feeling so empty without him that it hurt. It had spent the last shred of his restraint and he had been quick to pin you down. Your clothes hadn’t even been discarded initially but now they were tossed all over the room between switching positions and your face burned at the sound of Tomoe repeatedly pounding into you, set on releasing his cum inside of you time and time again, even if it was already leaking out of you and making a mess of the sheets.

“You just don’t listen do you?” His tone was almost a growl in your ear as his nails bit into the skin over your hips, holding them firmly in place so that you had no escape from him. “I gave you everything I could so that we didn’t have to end up like this and yet you thought you knew what was best.” You let out another sob at three particularly harsh thrusts in a row and yet your cunt tightened around him, “So, bunny, you can keep on crying and take it seeing as you were so sure that this was what you needed.” He pushed more of his weight down on you, leaving you with absolutely nowhere to go and making you take the full force of each thrust.

The way that the mixture of your cum had him slipping in and out of you with such ease was paired with the obscene sounds of your walls stretching around him and the smack of his skin against yours. You noticed how his moans had become much more vocal, more than aware by now that this meant he was close to an orgasm. You felt him bury his face in the crook of your neck and you were almost certain that he would bruise your poor pussy at this point, “You’re going to take it all…” His voice husked by your ear, “Such a good bunny, you’re going to take it all for me. Help me through my heat, I help you through yours.” His arms wrapped around your body as you were tightly sandwiched between him and the bed, feeling his hips stutter and then slow before stopping entirely, feeling the throb of his cock more so than the spill of his hot cum inside of you considering how stuffed full you already were.

“Let’s… rest a while, my love.” He panted out, a hand reaching up to tenderly and lazily play with your hair and stroke your ears which had flopped down over your head in utter exhaustion, “It’s been hours…” You could only let out a hum of agreement.

You felt drenched between your thighs, your skin sticky with sweat, stiflingly hot with Tomoe’s damp skin pressing down on you. Your hair was in tangles and his own white tresses fell over your face, making you shake your head a bit to move it away from where it had been tickling your nose and tormenting your lashes.

What a mess the two of you had got yourselves in.

“And you said this would last a week?” You let out a little yelp when you felt his cock push into you once more. You had seen the recovery speed that his heat gave him and yet you had not expected him to continue after suggesting a break, “Wait! Tomoe, you said-”

“I know what I said and I take it back, I’m not done with you yet, my bunny~”

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sat0sugu-angst · 2 years

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Kiss & Make Up

pairing: bakugo x fem!reader

summary: you've fought with Katsuki before, but never like this.

wc: 2.2k

cw: hurt/comfort, angst, established relationship, katsuki calls y/n princess bc I like that shit sorry. idk yall are mean to each other and stuff but it's kinda cute at the end. not proofread so srry abt that

a/n: idk where this came from bc I normally don't like angst but i was thinking abt an ask I answered a while back that was kinda like this and I lowkey hated what I put out and needed to ~regain my honor~ plus I feel like with dating katsuki you kinda gotta prepare for fighting. I can't go full angst because that's not fun so here's what I came up with hehe. kinda hate the title but whatevs i hope yall like itttt <3

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The couple of tears falling down your cheeks only make you angrier as you glare at his ever present scowl. "I'm going to stay with a friend for a while. Don't even think about calling me or I'll block your ass." You grit out, lugging your two duffle bags full of random clothes and toiletries across the living room and to the front door.

He doesn’t reach out to you, like he had earlier, because that had earned him another tongue lashing. He was trying to contain his anger, but seeing you with all that crap in your arms ignited a fire in his chest. When you'd slammed the bedroom door in his face five minutes prior, he'd expected you to lock him out for an hour or two so you could cool off, not that you'd pack a bag to get away from him.

"Yeah, you fuckin' go right ahead!" He called at your retreating figure. Even though what he really wanted was to lock you in the house until you both could figured something out, he was just too fucking pissed that you were pulling away that he couldn't bring himself to cave. "Fuckin' child." He grunted under his breath.

You stop in your tracks, turn slowly, and settle an icy glare on him. He knows he shouldn't egg you on, that it would only make things worse, but he was pissed, and he wanted you to know that. "I'm the child? You haven't even been listening to anything I've said today, have you?" You seethed, and you had half a mind to drop your bags and have another screaming match, but you knew it would get you nowhere and you were too upset to be the bigger person. "Fuck you, Katsuki."

You expect more yelling, that he'd shout back at you, but you don't hear anything as you walk out of the house.

In his head, he's screaming at himself to follow you. To make you stay, because even fighting was better than you leaving. But the words die in his throat. A million things he could have said ran through his mind, but none ever made it to his lips. He wanted to go to you, to bring you home, and hold you close, and hash things out until you're not mad anymore. But by the time he was able to move, your car was long gone from the driveway.

Three days pass by in a haze. Katsuki is running through the motions, but he's barely present. And even when he is, he's at his worst. The agency is even more explosive than usual, and he knows he's being too hard on his sidekicks, that he's acting like a jackass and he hates it. Hates that he can't function without you, but even more than that, he hates that you're not gonna be there when he gets home.

The house is a complete mess. Dishes have piled up, and the bed's unmade even thought he's been falling asleep to the TV light on the living room instead of your bedroom. He can't sleep there without you, knowing you're probably crashing on someone's couch when you should be in that expensive ass bed you begged him for.

"But it's soooo comfy, Katsuki." You're pouting, looking up at him through your lashes because you know he can't resist it. "Come sit on it and see."

"It'll be an investment", "can't put a price on a good night's sleep", "just think how easy you'll fall asleep on a bed like this", all the things you'd cooed at him were ringing in his head. "Don't matter how comfy it is. S'too fuckin' pricey for a mattress, Princess." He said, trying to avoid looking at you even as he feels his resolve crumbling.

When he'd finally hung his chin and gave in, he knew it had been worth it to see your face light up, how excitedly you talked about a fuckin' mattress with your mom on the phone. It would have been idiotic if it hadn't been you, but it had been, and he felt like a million bucks taking that mattress home.

A wave of nausea hit him as he remembered the way you'd looked at him when you left him. He'd just finished dinner, a sorry excuse for one in his opinion, but all of the pans sat dirty in the sink, and he'd had few options. Now he stared at your contact in his phone, the cool light the only thing on in the living room as the natural light turned dark. He hadn't bothered to turn on the TV tonight.

He wants you back so bad his chest is tight. Fuck, he can't even think straight. But he wouldn't call, couldn't call. Even if you were bluffing about blocking him if he reached out, he was too proud to be the one to break the radio silence.

He thinks about your face again, how happy you'd been about something as mundane as a mattress. Something he couldn't care less about put that sweet, sexy, stupid fucking grin on your face. He sighed, finger hovering over the call button, but then he hears keys jingling in the lock.

He freezes, eyes shooting toward the door right when it opens. You walk in, wearing an old pair of shorts and one of your favorite t-shirts of his. You look like you're in a hurry, and then you let out a yell, jumping when seeing his hulking form on the couch. "Fuck, Katsuki, what the hell are you in the dark for?" You question, flipping the switch closest to you so the soft light from the kitchen could filter into the living room.

"You're—"

"I-I thought you'd still be at work." You said quietly.

He realizes why you'd been in a hurry, then. "They sent me home. Said I had to come back with a better attitude or something stupid." He spat, laying back and crossing his arms. "Sorry I ruined your little cat burglary." He added dryly.

He looked away from you, and you took the opportunity to study him. His hair was even more disheveled than usual, still in his hero uniform, even. You tried not to focus on the way his exposed arms showed off his rippling muscles as he crossed his arms.

"I'm just picking up more clothes. I won't be long." You said tightly. It took you a moment to realize you were waiting there for him to respond, but he didn't. You flushed, and turned on your heel to walk to your bedroom.

You were shocked to see the state it was in. In your rush to leave, you'd left a mess of clothes on the floor, and everything was still where you'd left it. Katsuki was a tidy person, and he hated nothing more than when you'd throw your clothes from the day onto the bedroom floor instead of in the bin. You couldn't imagine what he could be going through that he wouldn't at least move the clothes out of the way.

You felt embarrassed to see how you'd left the state of your room, and guilty because he was obviously not doing well. You almost wished you could go back to before the fight, even if you wouldn't be much better off. It was hard enough to talk to Katsuki; he was a commanding presence with unwavering confidence, and even well into his twenties still no volume control. But even when you worked up the balls to talk to him about things that bothered you, they had fallen on deaf ears. You felt insignificant, an afterthought, and then you couldn't take it anymore.

You exhaled, trying to steady your resolve before you went back to face him. "Could at least pick up your mess before you leave." He said, and you turned to find him watching you from the doorway.

There was something in his eyes that didn't match his words. Something softer. You briefly recalled moments when you'd be in bed and he'd come and lean against the doorframe, looking at you with that smirk that made you feel like you could rule the world.

"Whatever. Pick it up yourself if it bothers you so much." You grumbled, even though you knew it wasn't fair.

He took up the entire doorway, and you faced him, glaring up at him as if you could will him with your mind to move. Of course, he didn't budge. "Move, Katsuki."

He made a show of leaning against the doorframe, rubbing his shoulders into the wood as if it was the most comfortable thing in the world. "Nah, don't think I wanna."

You scoff, rolling your eyes. "And you say I'm the child." You mutter. He looked awfully relaxed leaning up against the door, and you were almost curious enough to see if he'd fall over if you pushed him.

"Yeah, 'cause children run from their problems." He said, though he wasn't looking at you, but the door.

You shook your head, your previous anger flaring. "Don't go there, okay? You made me leave."

He shot a glare at you. "Bullshit. I never once asked you to leave."

"What did you think would happen? You never listened to a damn thing I said, and when you did you couldn't have a serious discussion without turning it into a fight."

Now he was quiet. You thought you'd feel good about that, that you'd gotten a jab in, but it only made you feel worse.

"I didn't treat you the way I should've." He said finally. "I should've been more attentive to you. You were always there, encouraging me, giving me strength, and I didn't do enough to show you how much that meant to me. I know I could be better. I wanna be the one encouraging you, spoiling you, pushing you. I don't wanna hold you back or make you feel like you can't talk to me."

You were waiting for more, but he was quiet. You didn't know how to respond. You wanted all of that, wanted it with him, but pretty promises didn't mean anything if things just went back to the way they were. Your heart twisted in your chest, and your throat was tight. "It's a little late for that, Katsuki, don't you think?"

"I don't care. I don't want you to leave again. I want to work on this. Don't you?"

You felt tears threatening to spill over, cursing yourself for being so quick to cry all the time. "I do. I did. I..." You stopped, turning away so he couldn't read your emotions from your face. "I don't want to feel like I did again. Like I was invisible to you."

His heart was breaking looking at you. You were opinionated and mouthy when you'd met each other, sweet and giving but never afraid to tell someone off. He felt like such a prick looking at you turn from him, how your shoulders curled in on you. How had he let this happen? How could he have done this to you?

"You were never invisible to me, Y/n. Fuck, it's always been you." He reached out tentatively, hand at your elbow. You didn't pull away from him like you had last time, and he felt something like hope in his gut as he slowly turned you to face him. "I'm sorry I ever made you feel like that. I don't wanna do that anymore."

You looked up at him, and fuck you looked devastating, eyes big and shiny and he wanted nothing more than to take you in his arms and never let you go. He didn't even realize when he'd cupped your cheek in his hand, rubbing his thumb softly into your skin.

"Katsuki, I just..." but you were out of all the excuses you'd prepared. You could barely think with him so close, the familiar scent of him, the soft callous on his hand, the way he looked at you like he couldn't breathe without you. And you were tired. Sleeping on your friend's couch was hard on your back, and it was always so hard to sleep without Katsuki's warmth, that you'd barely slept.

"Please, just stay home tonight. We can fight tomorrow." He breathed, finally giving in and pulling you against his chest, engulfing you in his arms.

You couldn't stop the couple of stray tears that trickled down your cheeks, but it felt good to be in his arms. No, not just good, you felt like a weight had been lifted from your chest.

"Fine." You said finally, trying to sound like you were doing him a favor even though you wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed in his arms. "But we're definitely fighting tomorrow."

His chest rumbled against your ear as he chuckled. "You got it, Princess."

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a/n: tysm for reading! A little outta my comfort zone but I'm pretty pleased with what I got :) anyway lmk how you liked it! comments/rbs always appreciated

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intensid4d · 1 year

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Scared To Be Happy - Leah Williamson x Reader

It's my first imagine, hope you like it! (Plus english isn't my first language so I'm sorry for any mistakes). Maybe I'll make it a series, if u like it.

It has some past Alexia Putellas x Reader, some fears, maybe truamas, angst.

Not read proof.

Part 2

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Leaving Barcelona was something that never crossed Y/n mind until her brake up with the captain of the team, Alexia Putellas. How things ended broke your heart in a lot of pieces, especially when you denied it and tried to hide from everyone what was yours trully feelings.

So when she got that call saying Arsenal wanted to sign for four seasons, she don´t even though twice to accept. One month later and Y/n was on a plane on her way.

Right away you became close with Katie McCabe, becoming best friends in a matter of two months. Everything was fine, you got play time, made a new best friend (one that you would dare to say was like a life sister for you), usually went out with your teammantes to eat or have some drinks (especially with Katie or Leah Williamson).

And that’s it. Leah Williamson. You always had a smile to her, would fight to defend her on the field and especially, would always be touchy with her. You weren’t a touchy person, at least not with everyone, you had a unconscious list off people who could hug and kiss you. And everyone knew it. Everyone saw how you was with the blondle. McCabe would say “You’re like a puppy around her and a lyon to defend her honor. Soooo in love...”

You always denied. You couldn’t be in love, not again and not with Leah. C’mon she could be with anyone she wanted and you were just... You. So you denied to yourself and to everyone else.

“Hey, the team is going to have some drinks, you in?” Beth asked after practice. You nodded your head and you both went to get changed.

After many drinks you were on the corner at the table watching Leah, Beth, Katie and Lotte dancing awkwardly with each other. Viv, Rafa and Little were on the table in a conversation that you really wasn’t paying attention.

“So... How are you?” You hear Viv ask, and you turn to her. The others no longer seen.

“I’m fine, I guess. And you?” You reply, not really undestanding the real meaning of her question.

“I’m fine... I know I’m not McCabe, but you know you can trust me, right? I’m here to hear and help you...” You frown. Was there something happening that you didn’t know? But then, she looks to Leah and turns back to you. It’s like something clicks on you.

“I... Well, I... Uh... I just got out of a heart break like six months ago... I can’t feel anything for anyone. Won’t let myself feel like shit again... Plus, we’re just friends. I think she’s seeing someone else, actually.” You swallow your drink and look at your empty glass.

“I’m sorry about that. She must be someone really stupid to loose someone like you. You’re a golden girl, Y/n. If I haven’t found the love of my life already and If I didn’t have Leah like a competitive, I would totally go for you.” She laughs a little while you turn a bit red. “But for real, we all think that Leah has something for you. You should allow yourself to feel. That blonde over there is a really nice person, but already know that. All I trying to say is allow yourself to feel what you are already feeling. It’s stupid how you both are in love with each other, especially ‘cause you try to hide it from yourselves. She’s not your ex, plus if she break your heart I’ll get Katie to tackle her.”

“I don’t think she feels something for me, but that’s okay. Thank you for saying those things. Really. I will have this three days of break to think about all of that. I just... I’m so fucking afraid to be hurt again...” You give her a sad smile and she hugs you.

“Hey! Everything alright?” You both turn to see Leah stading close to you, looking straight into your eyes with worry. Viv gives a gentle squeeze in your arm and let you go.

“Yes, just having some heartfull drunk conversation. Nothing to be worried.” You answer and give her a small smile. She grabs your hand and pushs you up and close to her. You allow her to do it all.

“Come dance with me, please.” She says looking into your eyes and you just nod, not trusting your own words, she was incredible beautiful and attractive with her hair a little messy because of all dacing, her eyes were a little dark too and had something you couldn’t really know what was.

You went to the dance floor, both stading in front of each other and dacing to the beat of the song. Your eyes locked. Unknowingly you closed the distance, now with your bodies glued. Leah put her arms around your neck and instinctively you put yours hand around her waist. Yours hips moved in sync.

Miedema’s words still fresh on your mind, you say without noticing. “You’re looking incredible.”

You only realise you said that because of how her cheeks turn a bit red and she got that little smirk on her lips. She doesn’t reply, instead she just hides her face on your neck. You can feel her breath on your skin, and that’s make you take a deep breath.

Viv was right, you actually had feelings for Leah. With that being realised and the end of the song you excuse yourself, grab your things and go. You couldn’t be in the same room as her. Not right now. You heard the blonde calling your name, but you didn’t turn around.

When you got home all you could do was cry. Cry out of fear, fear of feeling something for somebody else. You had thought it was just a crush and nothing else. You hear your phone ring and just turn it off. You had to alone.

You were just afraid, all the memories of how Alexia came to your home after practice and ended things, saying she “sometimes felt everything and sometimes didn’t feel nothing at all”. It was how thing were for you, everyone would say and show love for you until they just fell out of love.

And with these thoughts you cry your to sleep.

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scekrex · 9 days

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So here I'm after telling you that I need to cry over the next part of "A bloody nose and two bleeding hearts" I was thinking about it for a moment and it took me there...

Adam took the reader back to heaven yay. But not everything is so dandy, the Reader has fallen, even if he's back, he's fallen angel. With that comes everything that a fallen angel would feel...cut connection with Father, that strange feeling of being alone, cast aside, not wanted. If the reader had wings there are phantom pains, I'm imagining that the wings would somehow change, maybe colour, or maybe he would lose feathers in a few places, unfortunately it's not two or three feathers... Now the Reader is thinking about what Adam has told him and he can't help but wonder if that was a lie, because how could someone want him after the fall? Adam on the other side doesn't know what to really do with the reader... He sees that the reader is getting more and more depressed with each day, but it has been a long time since he had comforted someone depressed(I imagine it would be Cain after killing Abel, but that's just my little headcanon, that Cain after killing his brother and coming back to his senses would get so depressed). Even so he tries to take care of the reader, by not letting Sera close again or something like that. It does help a bit, but the reader now needs all love Adam could give him, to see and feel that what Adam has told him was real, that he was wanted by someone even if he fell.

So yes, that's all I think...and even if not it doesn't matter, I'll love it anyway

Omg I love this soooo much - depressed reader is something I find so much comfort in

Part 1

For what we have done we will pay our price

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, hurt - with comfort

note: not beta read bc fuck you

Heaven felt different, now that you were back. It felt so cold, so lonely, all the warmth it had once provided was gone, you were no longer able to feel the heavenly connection to it you once had. Its colors had once been bright and welcoming to your eyes but after your fall they simply didn’t look the same to you, they looked grayish, boring and just as cold as they felt. The great and loving connection you used to have to Father was not present anymore, you were not able to feel him guiding you, protecting you anymore and you were only to assume that he wasn’t feeling your bright spirit in return. Because your spirit seemed to be so many things and all of them were ugly, ugly just like your appearance had become once your feet had touched hellish ground.

Your wings simply weren’t the same anymore, just like everything else and while you were somewhat thankful that you weren’t surrounded by sinners, you weren’t quite sure if being surrounded by judgemental angels was any better. They stared at you, at your wings and really, you couldn’t even blame them because if you were in their position you would’ve stared and judged as well. But it really didn’t help with your situation. Your wings, once a beautiful bright white with a light blue touch to the tips of your feathers had turned gray, not only had they changed to look less pure and more tainted, you had also started to lose feathers. That had started once Adam had brought you back to heaven and you only assumed it was their way of punishing you for disobeying the law. In the end it really didn’t matter why it happened, what was more important was that it happened and it made your wings look rotten, which only caused your appearance in general to look even messier.

Because ever since Adam had brought you back to heaven you had been crashing at his place, they had sold your place within a couple of hours and while that had been painful due to the loss of very personal items, it wasn’t the end of the world. Everything else seemed like it though. The energy to leave the bed every day was barely existent and you asked yourself how Adam did it, how he managed to get up every day, how he managed to just go about his day and not give a fuck about heaven’s questionable decisions.

You were lying in the first man’s bed, your body was covered by your own wings and a soft blanket - the blanket was necessary because of the giant bald areas on your wings, without it you would’ve caught a cold, a thing Adam tried to prevent. Your relationship towards Adam had changed in general, there was no more playful teasing, that had been replaced by soft touches and warm cuddles every now and then, but was it enough to keep you sane and intact? You weren’t sure. On the other hand you weren’t truly sure of anything, not when Adam’s soft words felt like lies. Why would the brunette care for you in the ways he claimed to care for you and like you? What reason have you ever given him to think of you as someone to adore and love?

The first man entered the room, something you were only able to hear, your eyes were covered by three feathers that were still left on the edge of your wing, three lonely feathers that reminded you of what you’ve once been and how drastically that had changed. “Are you dead?” the first man asked jokingly, but to you his question wasn’t funny. Because to you death seemed like a less painful and energy draining thing, like a thing more beautiful than the miserable afterlife you were stuck in. And it wasn’t Adam’s fault, yes he had been teasing you, yes he had been pushing your buttons but you had been the one to punch him so really it was your fault for losing control. And yet he not only brought you back to heaven but also let you crash at his place. Probably the nicest thing Adam had done since Eden.

“I wish,” you mumbled against the dry skin of your almost featherless wing, the sensitive body part twitched and you sighed as you removed it from your body and simply cuddled up in the blanket instead. You were able to remember how your wings used to feel, how the connection to Father used to feel and what heaven used to look like and you were quite sure that the blanket was not making up for your once so soft wings - far from it actually. You heard clicking sounds, Adam must have put something down. And just as you were about to turn around to look at what he was doing the mattress dipped next to you and you felt the blanket being lifted up a little. The next thing you recognized were strong arms that wrapped around your body and pulled you flush against Adam’s chest. It was more of a reflex to tug your wings in during cuddles. And then you felt it. Soft feathers were brushing against your bare torso, they slid over your sweaty skin so smoothly.

Adam had wrapped his wings around you.

“Don’t fucking say that,” his voice sounded so unusual soft, so warm and comforting, there was no sarcastic comments, no harsh shoves, he was not trying to push your buttons either. He simply laid there, right next to you and tried his best to bring back the familiar feeling of heaven. You felt his feathers gently stroking your back in slow motions, up, then down, then up, then down. You got lost in the rhythm of it, so lost in fact that you forgot to respond to Adam. But was it important to respond to the brunette in the first place? You had only been honest and you were quite sure that everything else you had to say the first man wouldn’t like at all. And while his words were cheap - they had been and maybe they always will be - his actions weren't. Because instead of thinking of you as something disgusting he held you in his arms like the biggest treasure he had ever been allowed to touch. He looked at you with such loving eyes, touched you with gentle hands and cozy wings, kissed you with soft lips and passion you never expected from a person like him.

And maybe - just maybe - rotting away in heaven wasn’t all that bad. At least not with Adam by your side.

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katiesbowlcut · 5 months

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VICTORIA NEUMAN X ASSISTANT!READER

format: blurb

warnings: nsfw content at the end

word count: 700+

not proofread! y/n used!

- the second you came in for your interview she pretty much decided she was hiring you LMAO

- now i’m not saying she only hired you because of her crush, because your resume genuinely caught her eye, but i’m also not saying it had nothing to do with it 🤷‍♀️

- she definitely asks you to do things she could easily do just as an excuse to see you

- “y/n! can you come here please?”

- “can you pick up this pen i dropped please? i’ve got suchhh a bad back” she’s so dramatic i love her

- you honestly think she’s just being a bitch and she’s messing with you

- that is until one day she comes to you in the morning, saying today she only has one task for you

- “will you eat lunch with me?” and she has the dorkiest smile of all time on her face

- lunch together becomes a regular thing, going from talking about your favourite tv shows to her telling you about her daughter zoe

- she’s so sad when you eventually tell her you thought she was just like every person you’ve ever worked for, just messing with you for the fun of it

- “no no never! i could never do that, especially not to you” OOOOOO it’s blush city for you both

- things are going great! you love your job. that is until something changes, and victoria randomly stops asking you to do things for her

- i mean you’re her assistant, shouldn’t you be getting her coffee? shouldn’t you be organising her files? shouldn’t you be having lunch with her and not hughie?

- to say this has you down is an understatement, you can’t seem to understand why she has randomly shut you out

- it’s not like she’s not speaking to you, she’s still asking you to do things but they’re all tasks that require you to be away from her. you haven’t even been in her office for nearly two weeks now

- after your hurt builds and builds, you can’t hold it in anymore. you storm into her office demanding to know why she’s avoiding you

- she plays it dumb at first but she knows what she’s been doing so she fesses up

- “fuck… i’m sorry, so sorry. it’s not you i promise, it’s me. i- i like you, okay? like a lot and i know it sounds stupid and i know it’s sooo inappropriate because you’re my assist-“ SILENCED BY A KISS WOOOO

- you’re discrete about it at first, sneaking around and making out in the bathroom stalls like you’re high schoolers

- her bringing you lunch everyday<3

- she so leaves post-it notes on her desk with cute lil messages whenever she has to leave for meetings because it’s where she tells you to just relax

- you don’t bother asking why you’re not allowed to meetings that involve voughts CEO, it’s probably just a confidentiality thing right?

- a bit random but whenever you’re standing talking to somebody i feel like she’d just squeeze your butt?

- canon she’s a butt squeezer

- you don’t fight much but oh boy is your schedule full when you do

- she gives you the stupidest tasks she can think of LMAO

- “can you walk someone’s dog please?” “someone’s dog?” “yeah, just go around asking who has a dog that needs walking” “are you being serious, vic?” “yes i most definitely am, it would help me soooo much you have no idea!”

- I LOVE HER SO MUCHHH

- dating your boss can be annoying at times, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world <3

NSFW TIMEEEE

- officesex!officesex!officesex!

- this honestly deserves its own blurb if i'm being honest

- i feel like she's already dominant in bed anyways but because she’s your boss it’s elevated TO THE MAX.

- “i have one really special task for you today, so listen closely”

- you can barely stay stood up with how weak your knees go (real)

- “i need you to be a good girl for me, how does that sound? you think you can do that for me?” in her husky voice im DECEASED

- one time she cleared her desk by pushing everything on the floor, she immediately regretted it when she realised she had broken almost everything

- “i always see people do it in movies and this doesn’t happen” she’s so upset while she’s picking up a broken picture of you both on the beach

- she’s so silly

- she definitely buys you lingerie to wear underneath your work clothes 🤭

- the amount of flirty texts she sends you during the day just to watch you blush uncontrollably is concerning (when is it my turn)

a/n: requests are always open, hope you enjoyed :)

#victoria neuman x reader #victoria neuman #the boys #the boys x reader #genv #how do i apply for this job NOW #mother isn’t good enough to describe her #i need her every where #i need her anywhere #i need her #I NEED HERRRR

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stafyliaa · 10 months

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"Miles it's me!"

Prowler!Miles x Spiderhero!Reader (gender neutral)

cw: angst,Jeff being funny,mentions of Jeff death (sorry it's earth 42 😭),tears,no comfort (maybe there will be on part two) "betrayal" and a big misunderstanding

Hii! This is my first time writing hehehe give me a chance and please be nice :D im gonna do a ending to this fic but it's gonna take a while

I'm more than happy to write requests so don't be shy!!

You are Miles lover..but you are also the friendly neighborhood Spider hero! While Miles is the Prowler! And the worst..you both didn't know that

But you never thought Prowler was a bad guy,he actually helped people too but- he kinda hates you for some reason

maybe he was jealous of the amount of popularity you have and how you are incredible strong and how your suit was soooo pretty so yeah,who cares about Prowler anyways? He's a douchebag

As for Miles..He is the best!!

He looks like he is trying to poop everytime with that "scary" face of him but he is really sweet and respectful boy

he respects your space and supports your decisions,he is great with gifts (handmade or purchased) and never fails to make you feel especial regardless of anything ♡

You were great friends with his family too! They love you! But, something happened

His dad was captain Morales,he passed away doing his job..being a hero without spider powers or something like that yeah good guy

You remembered that when he was alive he didn't liked the ideia of a masked hero around (another jealous man),but after some events you kinda "worked together" to protect the peace at the city

The Spiderhero and captain Morales protecting our dear Brooklyn! couldn't get better

he enjoyed talking about his son and you can't deny it was fun to see what Miles was like from his father's point of view

"My boy has a beautiful significant other,i consider them as my own child! You know? Don't tell anybody but i kinda get jealous on how much of attention my wife put on them cause like,does she like them more then me?!! That's unacceptable hmfp"

Yeah and things like that was really fun too

But that day you couldn't saved him

You tried.. But unfortunately it didn't worked

Miles was devastated..you felt so guilty every day for not being able to save his dad but you always comforted him whenever he need it and he is very grateful for that

If you thought you were nobody under your hero mask you are sorely mistaken! You are everything to Miles,you are his hero

it's been sometime since that happened and everything seems to be okay

Until now

It was a random night you were patrolling the city when you ended up realizing that you were close to where Miles lived

It wouldn't hurt anyone to take a look would it?

But the last thing you expected to see was this

And this i mean

Prowler on the rooftop at Miles building

[•••]

What if he is planning to hurt Miles? You couldn't let that happen, could you?

You were ready to attack him sneakily but his mask came off

Curious to know who your unbearably annoying enemy is you decided to wait a while

Then..you saw him!Miles Morales was the Prowler,and he wasn't alone..Aaron was with him

You were surprised! Who wouldn't tbh

You decided to stay a little longer to see what he is going to do:

- Miles..we will finally catch that spider,i can feel it.- said Aaron

- Yeah,i can't wait for that Tio (uncle) Aaron

You noticed that Aaron seemed to be hesitant to tell Miles something,then he said:

- Look Miles,they.. could be anyone -you thought to yourself "does he know I'm the spider hero!?-

- What are you trying to say?

- I'm trying to say that - he hesitates one more time - don't forget why we are doing all this ok? Mi hermano (my brother) ..Your dad, está muerto (is dead) because that "hero" couldn't save him,they saved everyone but couldn't bother to save him and - Before Aaron could say more Miles interrupt him

- I know tio,don't worry - his mask returns to his face - esta noche(tonight)..I'm gonna kill that spider

You know what he said

You know what he is planning to do

Miles..the boy you love

Is going to kill you

[•••]

You are on the edge of the building

The only thing keeping you from falling is Prowler

He got his claws ready to kill you

Your heart is beating fast

"I don't want to die! I can't die yet! I don't want to get killed by him! Miles please!"you thought:

- Who are you?

- I... - he moves his claws closer to your face

With his claws he slowly takes off your mask

When he took the mask off you ,tears rolled down from your eyes

That look of fear and your watery eyes

Made Miles heart break

"This wasn't supposed to happen"

Miles thought

"Why is this happening?":

- Miles.. - you said whispering looking at him

Miles is feeling a lot of emotions

He is scared

He is angry

He is confused

And he is sad

Miles face is revealed

You see a tear fall down from his eye:

- Amor.. - you can hear by his voice that he is hurt

He don't want to do this,he can't do this!

But still

Miles doesn't let go of you:

- Miles..look i know why you are doing this! And i swear my love i really tried to save him!

"My love" he loves when you call him that,you always call him with so full of love on your voice that always make he feels warm

But is he feeling warm now that you are calling him? With so much despair trying to prove your point?

He close his eyes for a second and looked away as if he was trying to ignore you:

- Please! The fact that i couldn't save him still hunts me..Look at me Miles

He looked at you

More tears fall down from your eyes:

- The hardest thing about this job is that you can't save everybody..It took me a while to accept this but it's the truth

It took a while to accept this? That made Miles wonders if you even asked to be a hero at all

He loosens his grip a little

You wanted to tell him everything

How much it hurts you to be a hero

But you keep it to yourself:

- I know it hurts Miles,i know you want to kill me but please..Those people - you you looked around - they need me..let me do for them what i couldn't do for you

He moves his claws close to your face

You look deep into his eyes and said:

-Please..if you find a little sympathy in your heart.. forgive me for everything- you said honestly - I love you Miles

you shut your eyes and...

[•••]

Please be patient cause this fanfic will have a ending!! Thank you for reading ♡

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wannabemurdock · 2 years

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priest!shy!VIRGINmatt x experienced young (like she have 18?19?) fem!reader? Like for his occupation Matt HAS NEVER BEEN SEXUALLY TOUCHED, so this beautiful girl has him in her bed and she blow him, hand him, ride him and chock him a little bit.

matt obviously doesn't know if he's in this reality or in heaven with an angel above him riding the shit out of him

by the end he's just dizzy and soooo overstimulated, so they both lie on her bed and talk, and matt just listens to her like a complete, total lovesick idiot.

-✨

Never felt like this, Matt Murdock

masterlist

Pairing: Priest!Matt Murdock x fem!reader

Summary: You ruin the perfect priest

Word count: 2041 words.

Contains: smut. unprotected sex. blasphemy.

Notes: i've been thinking about this ask for so long

Minors do not interact

Requests are closed

not my gif

You’ve been patient. Waiting for the moment where you could get your hands on the innocent priest from your parents church. Only having a month to plan this before you leave your parents to go back to New York. You want to fulfil his deepest, darkest dreams and fantasies. The ones that made him pray for forgiveness after imagining. You want to ruin him. Make him believe there is no god. That the only angel there could possibly be, is you.

All he knows is that you are everything he wants. Everything he needs. He's so desperate for you. He's been oblivious to the fact you are consciously torturing him. Pushing him to his breaking point.

Like only confessing when you know that he's on the other side of the booth's partition.

"Forgive me father for I have sinned." you voice serious, laced with your best imitation of guilt. If only he Matt... I mean Father Murdock, could see you. You smile betrays you. You're just planting the seeds you plan to sow later on. Torture him until he is the one that breaks.

"What do you seek forgiveness for." Nerves making his voice quiet and shaky. He immediately recognised it was you on the other side.

"Sex before marriage.... My mum found out and is making ask for forgiveness." You hear his breathing become shallow at your words. You imagine all the possible scenarios running through his mind. You in compromising positions. The noises you'd make. How you'd taste. How beautiful you would feel underneath him.

You weren't far off. His mind was too busy racing through all those very things, he forgot he was a priest doing gods work in a confessional booth at that very moment.

"Father?" it takes everything in you to not laugh at how easy it is to rile him up. You hear him cough and shuffle in his seat. His cock straining against his pant's just desperate for your touch.

"Um.. yes. You don't seem very remorseful of the... s-situation." He's ready to kick himself. He could've just given the forgiveness, but he's dragging the encounter out just to hear the slightest of details.

"Well, I'm not remorseful? Why would I?" You think hard about your words. What could possibly drive him crazy. "I mean, it can't really hurt to feel good. Ban sex, might as well ban masturbation too. Right? You can't frown upon one but not the other. Anyway, what's the point in denying pleasure."

That's done it.

He rushes through the rest of the confession before excusing himself to the office at the back of the church.

What about the time you game him a little show while he helped you family set up for the neighbourhood barbeque.

Father Murdock had just arrived to your house, in summer clothes compared to the pristine suits, welcomed with open arms and a solid handshake by your mum before being sent out to the backyard to help your dad start up the grill and other snacks. Your mum had busied herself within the kitchen by finishing up the salads and bakes.

He was disappointed that he couldn't hear you. As time went on and you made things much harder for him, he somehow looked forward to seeing you. Not look forward. More desperate. Desperate to hear your groans when you stretched. For your soft sighs and giggles you saved only for him when he said something he knew wasn't that funny. Desperate to feel your soft touch on the back of hands when leading him somewhere. The way you touch his thigh when you'd giggle. He always wished he could hear and feel more of you.

He has to shake himself of his thoughts before someone notices him holding the same bowl of chips for far too long or before he gets himself a position he would not be able to explain. Well, that before he notices you slide up next to him. Side on to him, shoulder pressed against his. The skin of your shoulder pressed against his bare arms. The illusion of you wearing something skimpy and revealing drives him wild. You turn to face him, tits brushing against his arm as he realises you in nothing more than a bikini top. He quickly excuses himself to the bathroom. The feeling of you forever burnt into his body.

In your wise words, "what's the point in denying pleasure?"

All those moments lead up to now. He knew he shouldn't be doing this. He knew he shouldn't have accepted your invitation. But he couldn't say no. He was at his wits end. He's maintained a life of celibacy. Saving himself for marriage in the name of god. But you had made him desperate. No amount of praying could stop the way he feels about you.

Your parents are out of town. You're alone in a big house in a town you've lived your whole life but you couldn't help but "admit" to Father Murdock that you're scared to be alone. Asking him to stay the night in the guest room so you had some piece of mind.

He fell for the puppy dog eyes. The tremble in your voice. How desperate you looked for one, rather than him.

He knew he should've said no.

But if he did, he wouldn't be standing there on your front porch, pizza in hand, waiting for you to answer the door. His cock already pressing against the zipper of his slacks at the thought of you in one of your tiny outfits.

You certainly didn't disappoint. You swing open the door clad in nothing more than a tiny pair of shorts and a see through singlet. You pull him in for a hug, repeating thank you's and how grateful you are that he's here. He can barely hear you over the sound of his blood pulsating in his ears.

Leading him to the kitchen with a little extra pep in your step, anticipation coursing through you. Taking the pizza from his hands and placing it on the bench, you slide past him. Brushing your ass against the hard outline in his pants, you hear a quiet groan escape his throat. Spinning around to look at him with wide eyes.

"Father Murdock!" You feign shock in your voice as a blush spreads across his face and he starts mumbling apologies. Pressing the front of your body against his, you lean in to whisper in his ear.

"Let me make you feel good, baby boy." Pulling away to look at his face for any hesitation, he nods before grabbing your hand. You lead him upstairs to your bedroom. Both hearts racing for reasons so different, they're almost the same.

You pull him into your bedroom before slamming the door and pushing him against it. You pull away his sunglasses, kissing him with a fire you've never felt before as you threw them on the table next to your door. The top of your thigh between his legs, pressing against his confined cock as needy moans leave him. Lips melding together in desperation. Your hands grip the collar of his shirt, crumping the pristine material as you pull him impossibly closer.

"Do you want this?" Struggling to get the words out between kisses.

"Yeah, yeah please. I need you." His words has you dragging him over to your bed before pushing him to lay down. You undo his pants, pulling them and his underwear down enough to let his cock spring free before falling to your knees between his parted legs. The tip, angry and weeping as you admire him. Absolutely stunning as he lays there so ready for you.

How did a man this hung, deny the world of a dick this gorgeous in the name of god.

You spit into your palm before tentatively wrapping your hand around him, ready for him to say stop at any moment. Instead he begs.

"Please. Please touch me. Use me. Do whatever you want. I want you." His words has you dripping in anticipation. You pump him a few time before you take him in your mouth as deep as you can, saliva dripping and pooling around his base. Moans fall freely from his lips as you begin to move. Never knowing anything could feel this good, he's already on the edge.

"Gonna come already, baby boy?" You pull away, still slowly pumping him with your hand. He knows he should be embarrassed from the way you're mocking him but all he can muster is a simple nod as he does his best to not bust immediately.

"You want come like this? Or do you want me to fuck you?" Your words stun him. Never having this opportunity before, he doesn't want to waste it.

"Fuck me. P-please fuck me." The tremble in his voice send a pang of pleasure down your spine before it settle in your lower stomach. Getting up from your place you the ground, you strip quickly before straddling his hips, bare pussy flush against his cock. You grind yourself back and forth slowly. His tip bumping your clit so beautifully, its hard to get yourself to stop.

Matt groans as you lift up, a soft hiss at the loss of contact before you wrap your hand around him and line him up with your entrance. You lower yourself down slowly, his hands flying to your hips. Knees shaking lightly as his tip hits the part of you that makes you see stars. The part no one else has managed to touch.

"Fuck..." You huff, "You feel so fucking good." His hands grip your hips painfully tight, not able to say a word in fear of losing the remaining bit of composure he has left. You lift yourself back onto you knees, and bounce back down, developing a steady rhythm while your nails mark his chest. You're so close, concentrating on your own high you twist and grind your hips, the little tuft of hair at his base creates beautiful friction on you clit. You feel the heat begin to engulf your body when-

"Fuck I'm coming!" His words startle you but then an idea forms.

"I didn't come." Shock covers his face as his softening dick slips out of you. His cum starting to slowly drip out of you.

"I'm- I - We-" You cut him off before he can say much more.

"Lemme ride your face." Your words shock him, leaving him blubbering more than before.

"Let me explain again. I'm going to sit on your face, you're going to use your mouth and tongue and make me come. Otherwise it wouldn't be fair, Father Murdock." he nods his head quickly, not able to form words.

You climb up his body, giving him a solid eye full of your pussy. His eyes practically the shape of hearts before you lower yourself against his mouth. He clumsily licks and sucks at your pussy before figuring out what makes you react best. He brings his fingers up to your entrance, inserting them and moving them slowly as he sucks on your clit.

"Curl your finger- OH fuck right there." He builds a steady rhythm as you rocks and grind against his face. Drunk on the taste of you, he doesn't feel himself harden again. All sense overwhelmed by you, he concentrates the best he can on making you come.

Your moans get louder, your hips lose rhythm. The burning heat swallows you whole this time as you fall headfirst into your orgasm. Thigh shaking against his head as you gush around his fingers. You feel him moan against you as you ride out your high before climbing off of him. You lay down and rest your head on his chest, waiting for your legs to stop shaking.

Shocked at what just happened. Feeling you come against his face sent him into a whole new level of euphoria. A mix of his and your cum, spread across the lower half of his face. His cum covers his stomach. He lies there, fucked out and completely spent. Eyes filled with lust and euphoria as his breathing begins to steady out.

"You didn't think we were stopping there? Did you?"

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ewyaschild · 1 year

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heyy! I saw you write for Spider *excited hand clapping* this boy deserve more love! Soooo i wanted to request something hehe! So i was thinking, we grew up together with Spider and the Sully kids (we're human), and always been close to Spider, and both kinda have a crush on eachother but never acted on it. everything's good and happy until the recoms arrive. we get kidnapped along with Spider, and during the time with quaritch and his squad, we grow closer, and feelings get more real and intence. and one day (maybe when they attack the metkayina village trying to find jake), it's kinda too much for both of us, and it leads to a kiss (or lots of kisses idk lol).

sorry it's a messy request lmao i'm just happy to see someone who writes for him <3 thanks in advance!

nonnie don't even apologize ur so real for this. i had something JUST like this in my drafts you don't even understand how hard i've been thinking about this for weeks! lowkey don't think this is my best work but i'm still gonna post it cs why not

🧾: fluff, mentions of quaritch lighting that one clan tf up, distressed spider

heart to heart • spider socorro

you've always had to be around spider, and it wasn't a problem at all. of course you'd banter and roughhouse with the sully kids growing up, but at the end of the day it was always you and him.

being able to have your mother on pandora with you was a huge privilege, or at least to spider. you were taught things he wasn't, felt things he couldn't, heard things he didn't. not all of which was parental but also scientific. your mother being a scientist on pandora led you into the same path.

spending most of your time in the base working on tech instead of outside playing with spider and the sully kids wasn't always a downside. you preferred it like this anyway, the oxygen mask bothered you.

spider was a sweet child; but stubborn and convincing. especially on days you didn't want to be outside he'd always found a way to drag you out to small ponds and little ditches with the sully kids to play and splash. he'd lead you out of the base after fastening your mask, swinging his hand into yours.

spider made you feel normal on a planet full of blue aliens. (literally)

it seems as though you and spider were attached by the hip. and when you weren't, he'd come back to the base before eclipse and bring you many pretty flowers and trinkets kiri had lent him for that very purpose. nobody made you smile like spider did. even on days he was feeling down about his father, or just lack of parental figure in general, you'd be there to comfort him and return those smiles to him.

though spider loved to drag you outside the comfort of your very very very uncomfortable lab chair, he learned to leave you alone with time. (not really) but one unfortunate day spider managed to get you back out into the woods of pandora.

he blames himself for your kidnapping. if he didn't take you with the sully kids, you wouldn't be in this situation.

sat in his cell, he thought and thought. were you being out through that brain torture device too? did you tell them where jake was? did they hurt you?

tears welled in his eyes as he couldn't even bare the thought of you being injured.

when you reunited, it was with a deep hug. "holy shit." spider whispers in your ear. "i'm so sorry- this is all my fault." you're quick to shut him up. "no spider, you didn't know this would happen." he shook his head in response. there was a stronger feeling between you two; a different type of normal tension. you always knew you deeply cared for spider, but feelings become uncertain every-time you feel his skin on yours. it becomes so much more intimate. lovingly.

a deep sigh erupts from your lips when the sound of quaritch and his goons talking. curiosity forces you to pull away from spider, both of your feet slowly moving towards the conversation. crouching down, you eavesdropped. the plan was to move location onto a ship and sail to find jake sully.

i'm only what seems like a year you reach a reef na'vi clan. you can only weep and watch in terror as quaritch and his team scorch an innocent tribe. not only does this horrify you, but spiders screams don't lessen the damage. the moment was pure evil. nobody deserves to be treated like this... all to find one man?

spider is silent as he's pulled back into the ship. you're still sat the window where you watched the recent tragedy unfold. your eyes follow spider as he sits down next to you, quick to put his head in his hands and take deep breaths. concern clouds your mind as there's nothing you can deep right in your head to say to spider. is a conversation even possible right now?

so many thoughts at once makes you slow to realize spiders eyes burning deep holes into your face. when yours meet his, there's an entire universe of tenderness in them. an immediate abundance of love hits you in the chest. his brown eyes remind you that actions speak louder than words. your hand slowly moves forward onto his shoulder, and in one move he's softly pushing you into him by your waist and finishing the effort with a kiss.

this continued even after you were panting and heaving your chest. he couldn't get enough of you, and you needed more. though the kissing eventually came to a halt, more sensual hugs and touches were looming. now your feelings weren't uncertain. you loved spider whether that was platonically or romantically, and there was no doubt he felt the same way.

that same evening ship you both fell asleep at the window.

#atwow x you #avatar #pandora #spider socorro x you #spider socorro x reader #spider socorro #miles socorro x reader #miles socorro #spider quaritch #miles spider socorro

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