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⁘ amongst salt water skin and silken sheets lies insecurities and innocence, but also tenderness and a willingness to learn...

› pairing; bradley bradshaw x f!reader

prompt; ❝ well, honestly i’ve never really had sex before and was kinda hoping you would teach me. ❞ and ❝ don’t be nervous, i’ll guide you through it. ❞

word count; ~ 6.1K

× chapter warnings; loss of virginity, virginity as a normative concept, p in v sex, no use of y/n, smut, porn without plot, creampie, hair tugging, praise kink, innocence kink, corruption(?) if you squint maybe, rooster is a consent king

request; by @diorrfairy. I'm so sorry this took so long my love 🫶

disclaimer; I was rather torn with how I wanted this fic to go. on one hand I wanted it to be how I wished my first time was, yet I did not want to accidentally make it seem as if this is how a 'first time' is supposed to be, if that makes sense. I therefore tried to make it realistic in the way I experienced sex for the first time, but still making it softer, and sweeter, and the way I figure I'd want a first time with someone you love to be. for me sex hurt the first like five times but also my first bf was 6'5 and he was fucking huge so like yeehaw.

tagging people who might like; @roleycoleyland @roosterforme @lewmagoo @theharddeck @seresinsweetie @sebsxphia @rhettabbotts

Being with Bradley was easy. It was sunny, comfortable, and safe. The soft gaze of the aviator could turn your knees weak in a heartbeat. The way he touched you, the way he listened and understood you - and most of all, the way he never pushed you harder than needed to explore new things if you didn’t want to.

Previously, in all relationships you’d had - whether platonic or romantic, you found that people pushed you. Pushed you to participate in things you maybe weren’t entirely ready for, or didn’t wholly feel comfortable with. Like the first time you got drunk, even though you’d told your friends you’d rather just try one beer and then drink soda.

Bradley, however, understood the need for you to feel comfortable and safe. He understood that you needed time to contemplate, to reflect, and to sort of turn and twist an event in your mind a few times before throwing yourself headfirst into it.

So, when the two of you started getting serious, and you, with heat rising to your face, confessed that you ‘hadn’t done much’ in the sexual department, his amber gaze had softened. He’d smiled softly, cradled your cheek in one of his large palms, and placed a tender kiss upon your lips as he promised to take everything in the pace you deemed appropriate.

He wasn’t in a hurry, he’d said before enveloping you in his arms, letting you nuzzle your face into his chest and his safe embrace. Inhaling his scent and feeling his strong arms and hands holding you so delicately, you truly felt safe in his promise not to rush anything.

Bradley had not quite understood your timidness when telling him about not having too much experience. He figured maybe you’d fooled around a little in college with some boys or girls, but that you hadn’t had too many mind blowing sexual encounters. As beautiful and kind as you were, Rooster had a hard time imagining anything else. However, his mother had raised him to always respect a ladies wishes - however small or big that wish was, and he was nothing if not a caring soul himself. He always wanted you to feel safe with him, wanted you to feel you could confide in him, and lay worries and hardships for him to carry with you.

Which was why he was perfectly content to spend lazy afternoons making out with you straddled on his lap, only sneaking in a squeeze of your ass sporadically - keeping his hands placed gently on your waist, only ever letting them grace slowly upwards to your ribcage and to the wire of your bra. The small little noises you made drove him wild, but he wouldn’t be the person to push you. No, Bradley was more than willing to wait until you asked him to touch you.

However, as compassionate and patient a man as Bradley was - he was also a little insecure. He had never felt the way he did with you, and he was glad that you both seemed to be on the same page of slowly cherishing each other’s comfort. Felt secure in that this was something you both felt was something special.

Your relationship was not something that needed to be rushed, because both of you felt that this might be it. But one human can only take so many rejections before they start to wonder if it was something that they did wrong. Had he been pushy? Had he made you feel so uncomfortable that even after months of dating you didn’t want him? Or was it simply the fact that you didn’t find him attractive or arousing enough?

These thoughts swirled and tainted the most noble of intentions within Bradley. He so badly wanted you to feel the way he did about you, that it somewhat clouded his perception. Every sweet, bashful smile as you pulled away from him turned into a confirmation that there was something he was doing wrong.

Perhaps you were not a person who wanted what he wanted. He would be okay with that if that were the case, but as he pondered these possibilities in bed after a particularly nice day at the beach with you, he realized that the best way to go about it was to talk about it.

He smiled as he reminisced on your walk, feet bare in the sand. His heart did double-time as he remembered the way your eyes sparkled, and the way you’d pulled on his hand to draw him into the water with you. Covered in sand and salt water, the two of you had spent the majority of the day in each other's arms (when you were not indulged in very serious bouts of splashing wars) before retreating to Bradley’s home.

Which was how Bradley found himself perched on his bed after a nice shower to wash away the sand and salt, feeling content with the conclusion he had come to. The water was still running, as you were washing away the day as well, further fuelling Bradley’s thoughts. He was torn from them when you emerged, clad in a large, white, oversized silken button-up. It was rather old, and some of the buttons were missing. Your skin looked soft as it gleamed in the glow of the evening light. Looking at you, Bradley couldn’t help the soft smile that stretched across his lips as he raised his arms to signal he wanted you near.

Mimicking his smile, you happily straddled his lap, making yourself comfortable before holding up a small container that Rooster hadn’t noticed before.

“What’s that?” his voice was low, as if the energy of the room shouldn’t be disturbed by loud talking. Fingertips dipped into white cream, before gently ghosting across the skin of his face.

“It’s to soothe the skin, baby,” you explained softly, massaging the cool cream onto Bradley’s warm face. He hummed in reply, letting his hands grasp your hips, running his thumb up and down over the soft silken material. His eyes fluttered shut as you carefully made sure that every surface of his skin was carefully covered, even going down to cover his throat and neck.

“All done.” was whispered against his lips, punctured by the soft feel of your plush lips upon his. Your chest had fallen closer to his bare upper body, and the small container now found its resting place on his nightstand as your hands splayed on his pecs and shoulders.

You deepened the kiss, your tongue curiously exploring and wetting Bradley’s lips before meeting his own tongue slowly. Bradley couldn’t help the groan that escaped him as you pressed closer to him, your tongue so languidly moving with his own, couldn’t help gripping your hips just a little tighter at the small noises you were emitting whilst hesitantly rolling your hips against his grown hard-on.

“Sweets…” Bradley rasped, breaking the kiss. Normally, you would look down and look bashful, but this time your lips traveled across his jaw, fluttering over his pulse point as you hummed in acknowledgement. As you reached a particularly sensitive point and nipped softly, Bradley let out a low moan, his hands moving up your waist before they skimmed back down to let them rest on the globes of your ass. Kneading and grasping he groaned again, not noticing the way you had stopped kissing his neck.

Tensing ever so slightly, you sat up from your position, looking down as nerves fluttered restlessly in your stomach.

“Honey,” Bradley’s voice was soft “talk to me, please. Am I doing something wrong? Do I make you uncomfortable?” his fingers gently asked you to look him in the eye from their place at your chin. Blinking, a small crease formed between your brows.

“N-no, never! I’ve never felt as safe as I do when I’m with you.” the answer came to you easy, spilling truthfully from your lips as you looked into your boyfriend’s amber eyes.

“Why do you ask that?”

“I can feel how tense you are sometimes when we’re like this… you always pull away from me darlin’, and I just wanted to make sure we’re on the same page, okay? You can tell me anything. If I’ve done something, or if you just don’t feel like ever doing anything– or if I’m not, y’know, doing enough to turn you on–” he was rambling. He knew he was and yet he couldn’t stop; his worries and anxieties coming out in a way he didn’t want them to. He was almost thankful when you cut him off.

“Bradley, do you think I don’t want to have sex with you because you don’t turn me on enough?” if you weren’t feeling nervous butterflies in your stomach at the aspect of actually feeling ready for taking this step with Bradley, you would have laughed.

“I don’t know… Maybe? Mostly I’ve been worried that I have made you feel unsafe with me. Or that I’ve done something to make you feel as if you don’t want that part of our relationship like that,” it was Bradley’s turn to look bashful. Saying it out loud always made you realize how bizarre some of your thoughts could sound.

“Honey…” you smiled, leaning into your boyfriend again “I– I just… you know I told you how I haven’t done much?” Bradley nodded.

“Of course. I am in no way trying to rush you - I totally understand you may have had other experiences with sex before that makes this uncomfortable and–”

“No, Bradley.” you groaned “you don’t understand–” sighing, you paused for a moment. Maybe it would be better to spell it out. “well… honestly, I’ve never really had sex before–”

Silence hung between two lovers, Bradley’s brows raising slightly in surprise, a feeling of deep guilt settling uncomfortably in his chest.

“Honey… I am so sorry. I never meant– I mean, I figured you must have, you’re so out of this world beautiful…” Bradley looked at you, his eyes soft and filled with love. “I’m sorry, my darling, I just wanted to know if there was something I had done - I will wait for as long as you need,” he straightened up to place his lips upon yours in a soft kiss.

Shaking your head, you broke the kiss, smiling softly at him.

“And– I was kinda hoping you would teach me,” you finished your interrupted sentence, letting your fingers sneak into the hair at the nape of Bradley’s neck, tugging and twirling strands of hair there to ease your nerves. Again, Bradley looked at you with such adoration and love that it nearly took your breath away. His hands were back to soothingly rubbing your sides and hips, the way he held you making you feel precious and secure.

“Darling…” his voice was low but riddled with unspoken emotions, one of his hands moving to cradle your cheek “we don’t have to do anything you don’t want okay. I’m not going anywhere.” his assurance meant the world to you, but you’d felt ready for some time now.

Mulling it over as you first noticed that when the two of you had ended up entangled in bed, or on the sofa, it didn’t make you feel as panicked as it had in the beginning. It felt exhilarating now. It felt like something you wanted. Something you desperately needed with Bradley.

“I really want to.” your voice was firm in its choice, and Bradley sat up more from his position reclined against the headrest to be able to place his lips all over your throat.

“I really want you…” Bradley murmured against your skin as his lips skimmed over the parts he knew had you the most breathless. It drew the tiniest of gasps, followed by a high pitched whimper from you the way he spoke so huskily, so close to your ear, his warm breath momentarily dizzying you.

“Bradley…” you mewled softly “Please!” Bradley’s head was spinning from the sheer thought of loving you like this, but hearing your sweet plea made his breath hitch in his throat, his hard-on jolting slightly in his boxers at the words. Perhaps he should feel some type of embarrassment over that reaction, but he couldn’t find it in him to do so. Not when you were perched on his lap, clad in a loose fitting silken shirt, looking like the divines themselves.

“You say stop and we do, okay?” Bradley searched your eyes, and you nodded, tucking your bottom lip between teeth as anticipation swirled through you. “Gotta hear you say it, honey,” Rooster smirked, reaching up to gently let his thumb draw out your bottom lip from between your teeth. That single act had your breath hitching as he let his thumb trace your lip.

“I say stop and we stop.” you confirmed and Bradley smiled up at you

“Good girl.”

Blinking slowly, you took in the two soft spoken words that had drawn out the most sinful sound from your lips. “Oh, God,” you whispered softly, face heating up in embarrassment. Bradley gently shushed you, before letting his hand inch up your ribcage, his thumbs gracing the underside of your breasts.

“It’s okay, little dove. It’s normal to react this way, alright? Nothing to be embarrassed about.” his voice was so soft, so soothing, that it made you keen even more, needing him closer to you.

“You have no idea how much it turns me on to see you react to me like this…” Bradley wanted you to know that there was nothing shameful in the way you were reacting, and he desperately needed you to understand he never wanted you to suppress any sounds or feelings that might arise between the two of you. He wanted to see it all, hear it all, experience you and your love in its purest form.

His hands wandered ever so slightly further up, gently letting his palm encompass the swell of your breasts in his hands, eyes flitting up to yours to see your reaction to the advancement. Letting out a stuttered breath, you let your head tip back at the sensation of his hands warming the silk against your skin.

As Rooster gently kneaded and pressed against your flesh, another breathy moan spilled from your parted lips. As he let his fingers gently pinch at your pebbled nipple, you cried out, suddenly feeling the need to move. You rocked hesitantly in Bradley’s lap, and another relieved whine left your lips as his hard-on rubbed against your damp underwear.

“Fuck, honey… you’re so beautiful,” Bradley grunted out, trying to hold himself back and not grip your hips and grind you harder down on to him. He truly did believe you had never looked as beautiful as you were now, breath labored, skin glowing in the light that managed to flitter into the room, gently rocking against his lap. He whispered praises against your sternum as his hands slowly kneaded your sensitive flesh, his hot breath fanning over the exposed skin as the shoulder of your night shirt slid down your arm to reveal your breasts.

Bradley took his time kissing and loving your chest, his large hands working up and down your sides, squeezing at your breasts before letting his tongue flutter over hardened nipples, teasing you as you let out soft, high pitched noises. Your brows were furrowed together, eyelids fluttered closed as you moved your hips down on him, panting slightly from the pleasure of his hard cock brushing your clothed clit every so often.

“So pretty…” Bradley murmured before he sucked one nipple into his mouth, groaning at the feel of his lips wrapped around your flesh, relishing in the cry it drew from you, reeling at your body reacting by collapsing closer to him, a hand flying to grasp and tug at his hair. You were pulling him closer, and your movement was starting to become a little frazzled as you were overcome by the pleasure Bradley was giving you.

“Brad–” you were gasping, almost clawing at the back of his head, not sure if you wanted to push him closer to your chest or tug him away. Squirming in your boyfriends’ lap you cried out again, whimpering softly over and over again as you felt his lips release the nipple he had been sucking on, moving to give the other some much needed attention. The cool air against your saliva slick skin had you mewling again. It was all so much, too much, it felt too good, it was dizzying and overwhelming, and Bradley’s hands were touching parts of you you didn’t know were sensitive and–

“Stop!” it was gasped, breathlessly as your eyes shot open, chest heaving before looking down at your boyfriends worried face.

“Too much?” Bradley cooed, reaching up to let his fingertips grace your cheek. Nodding shyly, you leaned into his touch, face heating at the notion that you needed a break.

“It– it was too good, I-I couldn’t…” you trailed off, not entirely sure why you had asked him to stop. There had been a pressure building and sparking in you, and it frightened you. The pleasure you felt when the two of you made out, when he touched you, it was tame in comparison. No one else had ever made that… pressure happen before.

Bradley shushed you softly, licking his lips and smiling softly up at you “S’okay, darling… we’re not in a rush, are we? And if you decide that’s enough for tonight, then that’s alright too.” he assured you, thumbs rubbing against your waist. He couldn’t help that his eyes flickered momentarily to the glistening skin around your breasts, an unfamiliar feeling swirling deep in the pit of his chest at the sight of his saliva marking your skin. It almost made him groan with pleasure, seeing himself on you in any capacity.

“No, I… I really want you. I truly feel ready, because I’ve been thinking of loving you like this for so long now…” you trailed off, again looking down at where your body sat on top of his, stomach flipping a little as you took in the sun kissed skin of his abs… and that dusting of hair that disappeared beneath his boxers. “I just feel a little nervous” you admitted in a whisper, not being able to help the fluttering nerves within your stomach.

“Don’t be nervous… I’ll guide you through it, sweet girl,” Bradley murmured, nudging his nose against yours before letting his lips slowly move with yours, taking his time to let his tongue taste yours, until your arms were once again wrapped around his neck.

“That’s it… good girl, keep going,” Bradley whispered against your lips as you again hesitantly rolled your hips against him. Soft mewls left you at his words, and Bradley couldn’t help but smiling into the kiss, filing away every reaction to his actions for later.

“Does that feel good?” he hummed as he gently gripped your hips, helping you find the right angle to let his cock catch at your entrance before sliding up to your clit. The silk of your panties was dark with your slick, and Bradley could soon feel it covering his own underwear too.

“Yes,” you breathed out, letting your forehead press against his “it– feels funny,” you whined, squeezing your eyes shut as that pressure started to come back, even stronger now. Bradley hummed low in his throat, one hand making its way between your bodies to put more pressure where you needed it.

“Bradley!” you gasped, body jolting slightly as his leaking cock head pressed harder against your sensitive clit. “It’s okay, baby… you’re alright, I’ve got you,” Bradley whispered as he kissed right below your ear, not stopping the slow but steady rocking of your hips.

“I feel like I’m gonna– gonna–” your trembling voice was interrupted by your small gasps and soft moans, again taking your plush bottom lip between your teeth as the sensation grew stronger.

“You’re doing so good, honey– don’t stop; just let go for me, baby,” it was as if you needed Bradley’s soft guidance and assurance, because as soon as he told you to, you could feel that pressure spiking, before it snapped and shot through your entire body. The pleasure coursed through your veins as you came with a loud cry, followed by small whimpers of Bradley’s name, burrowing your face in his neck as you whined softly and rolled your hips a couple of more times.

“There you go… such a good girl… are you alright, doll?” he’s murmuring softly and sweetly against your neck, your pulse thudding hard and fast against his warm lips. Lips that have curved slightly upwards as you cling onto him, fingers gripping at his slightly flexed biceps. You nod against his shoulder, placing a languid chaste kiss to his exposed skin.

“I’m– I don’t think that’s ever happened to me before” heat again spread across your face, and Bradley couldn’t help the way his chest filled with pride, and an unfamiliar emotion that stirred somewhere close to his abdomen. “Did so good, honey. Looked real beautiful for me,” Bradley smiled, gently holding your hair back from your face before pecking your lips. His hands roamed down your body, until his fingers played with the hem of your underwear. Snapping the elastic slightly, making you gasp, he chuckled softly.

“Can I take these off?” nodding, you felt anticipation roll inside you in stormy waves as the two of you moved your bodies so Bradley could take your underwear off. Bradley’s hands kneaded softly at your thighs as you settled back on his lap, his amber eyes searching your worried face. Licking your lips, you took in Bradley’s completely naked form. Sure, you’d seen naked men before, but nothing compared to the golden tan of Bradley’s skin - the ripple of his abs, the dusting of hair that traveled from below his navel to his pubic bone and– oh god.

You of all people was aware of Bradley’s size. He was tall, muscular, slightly burly, and his strong embrace always made you feel safe - whether he was lifting you and dropping you into the ocean earlier today, or if he made a point of helping you reach something high up (even if you didn’t always need the help) - but you hadn’t really used your imagination to be able to conjure this. Resting, hard as a rock, against his stomach, you wondered silently how on earth he would fit in you.

“Honey,” Bradley tried to keep from chuckling, smirking, or sounding too smug when he spoke “it’s alright. We’ll go as slow as needed, love. I’ve got you.” and you trusted your boyfriend, you truly did, but still - how?

As a distraction, Bradley’s ever working hands had snuck upwards, the pads of his fingers now caressing your sensitive clit, drawing a soft mewl from your parted lips. “That’s it, relax,” he murmured in encouragement as his fingers gently rubbed at your core, letting his middle finger slip further and further into your heat.

“Oh!” pitching forward, you rested your forehead against your boyfriend’s broad shoulder, moaning involuntarily at the feeling of Bradley pumping his finger in and out slowly, stretching and preparing you. It felt good, that one finger didn’t yet feel uncomfortable. It was when he added a second one that you whined a little and squirmed against him. His voice soothed you, and as he found a spot within you that had you gasping every time his fingers graced it, you found your hips slowly starting to rock against his rhythm to seek out more of the feeling.

“Bradley…” his name tumbled from your lips in a needy gasp as his lips attached themselves to the delicate skin of your neck. You could feel his hot, wet tongue glide over the skin, his teeth nipping slightly before letting his lips close over the area to gently mark your neck.

“Yes, sweetheart?” his reply was murmured against your skin, his mustache scratching lightly above your pulse point. “Think I want–” you paused “think I want you now…” it was strange how the words rolled off your tongue, embarrassment filling you up slightly at the admission, even with Bradley’s fingers knuckle deep in your pussy. The soft groan that reverberated from your boyfriend's chest made you squeak slightly in surprise, your walls clenching around his fingers as the sound spurred on your arousal.

“Alright,” Bradley withdrew from the crook of your neck, where he’d had his face nuzzled, to look you in the eyes, giving you a soft smile as his fingers too withdrew from within you.

“Do you have any condoms, sweets?” he murmured, tilting his head upwards slightly to place a chaste kiss to your warm cheek. Shaking your head no, you placed a soft kiss to his warm lips, admitting to him that you had been on birth control for some years now. You momentarily worried he might ask why you’d bother with contraceptives if you were a virgin. You’d rather not go into detail about how it can regulate your cycle. He just smiled, eagerly chasing your lips for another kiss as his hands stroked up and down your waist - where your silken shirt had created a halo around your midsection.

“Tell me again what we’d do if you said a certain word?” Bradley looked into your eyes, his brown ones calm and filled with a serenity you could easily get lost in, as his large hand gently held your chin. Licking your lips, you managed a small smile down at your lover as you sat straddled across his lap, his hard cock leaking precum all over that faint line of hair that drove you absolutely insane with want.

“I say stop and we stop.”

“Good girl,” at your slight shiver at the deep timbre of his voice, your boyfriend couldn’t keep his smirk at bay, loving how well you responded to his praise.

Large hands gripped your hips as you rose slightly to your knees, your own hands which had been alternating between gripping Roosters biceps, clinging onto his shoulders, or being wrapped around his neck, now fluttered hesitantly down his chest, over his abdominals and down to that tantalizing little trail… The sound Bradley let out sounded relieved yet also a little strained as you hesitantly let your fingertips grace the underside of his hard cock, following along the prominent vein that ran along it.

“Should I—” you licked your lips, gaze flickering up momentarily to his “should I touch you, before we..?” Bradley smiled softly and shook his head no “I am embarrassingly close to coming just from seeing you like this honey… it’s alright,” a soft smile spread on your lips as you still let your fingers curiously feel around your boyfriends hard shaft, feeling the ridges and veins, surprised at the silky feel of the warm skin. Humming softly you settled on letting your hands rest upon his shoulders again as he again gripped your hips to guide you into a position he deemed appropriate.

Bradley’s head was spinning as he positioned his cock against your entrance, gently dragging his swollen head between your slick folds, having to take shallow breaths as he heard your whimpers and mewls. He repeated this motion over and over, ghosting over your hole, alternating between stimulating your clit and the sensitive skin around your heat. Soon enough you were rutting against the underside of his cock, making him slicked with your arousal.

“Fuck, you feel so good!” Bradley groaned as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, desperately trying to get more of him. “Bradley! Please, please,” you whined, biting down slightly on his skin, drawing a deep moan from his parted lips. He let the very tip of his cock slowly enter you before he withdrew again, sliding his cock up towards your clit again. You had gasped and moaned at the short sensation, and Bradley could tell you thought you could take all of him with the way you were bucking your hips, trying to sink down on him.

“Slow down, baby… I’ll get you there, okay? Can’t take all of me yet…” he murmured against your temple, letting his lips linger there for a moment before he again lowered you slightly onto his weeping cock, the very tip breaching your core.

You were panting now, as Bradley stilled your hips on him, this time not withdrawing as he let himself dip slightly deeper into you. Eyes widening, you whined at the sharp sting of his girth stretching you.

“Shh, honey, you’re alright, I’ve got you,” his calm voice grounded you and you nodded against his shoulder. Bradley had done his best to prepare you, and you were thoroughly wet for him - but still, as he gently lowered you deeper onto him, tears sprang from your eyes at the sharp sting of being stretched by him.

“I’m sorry, love.” Bradley furrowed his brows as he gently guided you to look at him, wiping at the tears that had leaked from your lashes. “Do you want to stop?” he murmured, large palm soothingly stroking up and down your spine.

Even though the sharp sting wasn’t exactly comfortable, the feeling of his warmth, and the feeling of being so full still made your insides vibrate with feelings of love and arousal - a feeling that felt rather paradoxical in relation to the sharp stings you felt whenever you moved. Ultimately you spoke a tiny no, leaning into Bradley, seeking his solace and his safe embrace. Whenever you felt vulnerable, or were hurting, you sought out his safety.

“Being so brave, little dove… being my good girl,” Bradley cooed, letting his strong arm wrap around you, his other slowly moving downwards, gently letting the pad of his finger rest against your clit as he lowered you a few more inches, until finally you sat flush against him. Biting your lip, your fingertips dug into the skin of Roosters biceps hard as he shushed you and praised you even more, making your stomach flip and your heart stutter in your chest. You had no idea mere words could ignite such a fire within you.

Speaking softly to you, whispering praise and words of love into your ear, Bradley slowly let his fingertips grace over your back, down your arms, over your thighs, your breasts.. as his thumb gently swiped over your nipple, you let out a needy moan. Gently pinching, he drew out another whimper from you, and your breathing seemed to pick up again as he rolled it between his fingers, his palm massaging and kneading your flesh.

“S’that feel good, honey?” he smiled as you looked him in the eyes, biting your lip and nodding as you experimentally rolled your hips - scrunching your face up, you whined softly at the feeling of discomfort, which was soothed by Bradley’s quick, distracting hands.

Letting your lips crash against his, Bradley groaned as he used both hands to knead and pinch at your tits and nipples as you rocked slowly on his cock. Gasping and whimpering, you tried lifting your hips and sinking down again, finding that if you did it ever so slightly, it didn’t sting as much and it actually felt good when the tip of his cock hit that little spot inside you.

“Bradley!” you whimpered against his lips, his name slightly muffled. After the initial pain, you were reeling from the realization that your boyfriend’s cock was buried in your pussy, and he was letting you ride him slowly. Moaning, you leaned slightly back, taking in the sight before you. In your frenzy, you had messed up his hair, and his eyes were glossy with lust, lips slightly swollen. The setting sun was making his tan skin glow, and the freckles that had formed on his shoulders made him look all the more incredible to you.

“Fuck, god, you’re so fuckin’ tight… feel fucking incredible, Jesus, baby… I love you,” Bradley’s eyes were rolling upwards as you rode him a little faster, his cock pulsing with every slight movement you made.

“I love you,” you whispered, the words ghosting over his skin. Bradley let his hands wander from your tits down to the globes of your ass, squeezing and kneading your asscheeks as you moved up and down on his cock.

“Can I take over a little, baby?” he murmured into your ear, licking your lips, you nodded quickly, feeling Bradley’s grip on your ass tighten as he lifted and grinded you down against him. A gasp was quickly followed by a loud moan as he angled your hips ever so slightly, making your clit catch on his pubic bone. He sped up slightly, guiding your hips so they rolled and bounced slightly in time with his small thrusts, the head of his cock brushing that spot again and again, making you whimper and keen over and over.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Bradley grunted and groaned as he fucked you onto his leaking cock. He was so fucking close, you were gripping and clenching so hard around him, and he was sure he was going to blow his load soon. “Baby you feel so fucking good.. god, this tight little pussy was fuckin’ made for my cock, wasn’t it? Was made to be fucked by me,” Bradley grunted as he babbled, that feeling he felt earlier exploding in his chest at your needy mewls.

Growling, he took your loud moans as his go ahead to go just a little faster, fuck you just a little deeper. His one forearm wrapped around the curve of your ass as the other snuck up between your shoulder-blades, where he gripped the hair at the nape of your neck. A loud cry spilled from your lips as your eyes fluttered close, your body instantly relaxing and going almost limp in his hold as you moaned repeatedly. Growling, Bradley bucked his hips to fuck into you instead of lowering you down on him, and your needy cries made him almost black out with pleasure.

Soon, he heard you gasping, moaning and crying his name over and over in pleasure. “That’s it honey, tell me who’s making you feel good.. who’s fucking this tight little pussy of yours so good,” his words made your eyes roll back into your head, and with a cry of his name you came for the second time, your slick creating a creamy ring around the base of his cock as he fucked you through the first orgasm you’d ever experienced with someone inside you.

Whimpering and mewling, the waves of pleasure didn’t stop coming, it just kept going as Bradley’s cock pumped fast and deep into your wet cunt. Your bedroom was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, a wet sound that you found rather arousing, and your labored breaths and moans.

“Babe, god I’m so close,” Bradley moaned, holding you tighter to his chest as he gasped, his cock and balls pulsing with the need to release. “Should I pull out?” he wasn’t all together sure he could. “No!” you whined, fingers tangling themselves in his hair. You’d never felt like this before. Your chest was swirling with the need to keep him close, keep him inside of you, you never wanted him to leave.

“Need you, Brad, need you!” you could barely form a full sentence, your words sounding more like whimpery babbles. At your pleas, Bradley grunted and groaned before he swore loudly, his hips bucking before his cock twitched and his release spurted deep within you.

Feeling his warm seed spilling in you, your eyes rolled back slightly again as you moaned. Bradley’s whole body was shuddering as he ground you down against him, his balls tightening again and again as he released ropes upon ropes of his cum deep in your pussy.

Sweaty bodies tangled together as you slumped forward against his heaving chest, your own breath labored and unsteady. Nuzzling into his pecs, you could hear and feel the way his heart beat hard inside his chest. “Love you,” you murmured, kissing at his sternum. Rooster’s large hand caressed the back of your head as you both came down from your highs.

“Might hurt a little when I pull out…” he murmured against the top of your head, and you let out a dissatisfied whine whilst pouting.

“Are you okay, honey?” he continued, and you smiled and nodded, feeling perfectly content as you laid in the safe arms of your lover, having just given him all of your love, and receiving all of him and his love back.

AHHHHH fuck this one took forever to finish, and i'm not entirely happy with the ending - but i hope someone might enjoy it still<3 please let me know what you think! i'm always open for constructive crit <3

special thanks to coley and em for helping me through my writers block and cheering me on<3

#bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x you #bradley rooster bradshaw x you #rooster x reader #rooster x you #bradley bradshaw fic #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw smut #my writing #smut

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a-hazbin-reader · 4 months

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going to the beach with Alastor? Sounds fun!

I love rock hunting at the beach 😭

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Alastor being MEAN, Cartoonish violence, Suggestive?

Description: ☝️⬆️

Originally, Alastor doesn't want to go to the beach but after some begging and pleading from you he gives in

He's weak to your puppy eyes and just in general can't tell you no

So he's going to the beach

Alastor is normally content to just soak up some sun at the beach, really relax and enjoy his time

But he's also a little shit who loves to mess with people in any way he can including his S/O

Meeting you and entering a relationship with you has opened up a whole new way for him to play

Alastor knows how good he looks in his beach outfit, the way you blush and stare at him is proof enough

Little does he know you just think his hooves are cute

Not that he doesn't also think you look good

You look delicious

He likes getting those flustered reactions out of you, they're his little reassurances that you're still into him

Of course you are??

He literally strikes coy poses whenever you walk by him, doing everything he can to catch your eye

"Y/N, could you help me with my sunscreen~?"

"Darling, could you fetch me an ice cream cone?"

"Would you be so kind as to get me something to drink? It's so hot out today!"

You're gonna melt

Not that he doesn't spend a good amount of time watching you as well

Will relax in a watertube nearby so that he can stay close to you, listening to your laughter

He watches on with a fond smile as you play in the water with Niffty and Angel, using his tentacles to grab anyone else who looks at you

Uses his sunglasses to hide the fact that he's watching you build a sandcastle with Husk and Vaggie, pretending to sunbathe

"Niffty!! You're destroying it!"

"Bury me! Bury me ALIVE!"

Angel catches him and just assumes Alastor is looking at your ass as you bend over the wrecked remains of your castle

Alastor has the decency to look embarrassed

If you want to fly a kite, then Alastor will stand behind you with the lame excuse that he's helping you

"And your hands on my hips help me how..?"

"I'm simply positioning your body to better hold the kite, my love~"

When you ask him to play volleyball with you, Alastor will make a big show of thinking it over

But as soon as he sees Lucifer and Charlie are your opponents then he's getting up and ready to fucking win

He's going to show off for you for the first few rounds, then it'll dissolve into him and Lucifer competing fiercely

You and Charlie are just standing and watching them at this point, you two even leave to go get food then come back

You'll have to drag him away if you want some time with him because he won't quit

"I should've won, darling! I won that last round..!"

"Yes dear, you won." 😘

Will walk with you along the beach, holding any shells or cool things you find in the sand

Won't warn you when the tide is coming in though, laughing when you come back to him looking like a soaked kitten

Isn't laughing when you throw him in but he makes sure to take you down with him

Now both of you are soaked, laying together in the water and smiling at each other while holding in your laughter

And if he rolls you over and kisses you, then that's your business

You two walk back wet and covered in sand, which is a lot less fun than you anticipated

You can't help but laugh as you try to brush the sand off of Alastor's ears, his smile annoyed

"Remind me why I agreed to come to the beach? All this sand..."

"Because I wanted you to be here with us...with me..!"

"So you're to blame~"

You're probably exhausted after such an eventful day, wanting to get the sand off of your body

"Ugh...I desperately need a shower after today..."

Alastor's grin is positively predatory as he runs his claws down your back before pulling you in by your waist

"I'll join you, my dear~"

This was too fun! I love the beach so much! I hope you liked it!

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin x reader

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argentiluver · 1 year

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“Smile!" || Blade x G/N Child! Reader (PLATONIC) - Honkai: Star Rail

A/N: This is my first post, so if it's bad in any way; please tell me and feel free to give me some helpful tips! The reader is 11 in this as well which explains the childish behavior. I was at first going to make them 12-14 tbh, but I wanted them to seem more child-like.

"Uh…How about this one!”

You were desperately trying to get Blade to laugh at your jokes, which were genuinely terrible, just to see him smile, but it was to no avail as Blade only sat there with his face as flat as a board.

“Knock, Knock!” You began with a grin, leaning closer as you rocked your legs back and forth in your seat.

“Oh God, and I thought we were done with these ones…” Blade sighed before turning back to you tiredly, “Who’s there?”

“Interrupting ghost!”

“Interrupting ghost w—”

“BOO!” You suddenly cut him off with a playful grin, jumping on him, causing Blade to let out a startled grunt and swiftly catch you by your waist as you fell in his lap.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Blade's face was as still as a rock. It's like he was being held at a gunpoint to not smile at the joke you just told him, or even the other terrible ones.

"Are you done yet?" Blade asked in annoyance, his eyes percing into yours as he held the child's smaller figure in his grasp, your hands thrown over his neck.

But deep inside the swordsman, he loved all the child's foolish jokes, and he even saw them as his own little sibling. He'd just never admit it.

The 11 year old only groaned, frustrated with how he'd never laugh or even crack one, little smile at their jokes.

"Come on! Just give me one smile, Bladie!" You whined, tugging at his cheeks to widen his lips so it can look he's smiling, yet it just fell straight back into a frown, "Why are you so hard to crack?!"

"Because showing any emotions, similar to happiness, is weakness, Y/N." Blade answered simply, his voice deep and raspy as he lifted you off his lap with his eyes still stuck to yours blankly, "You'll understand that once you grow older."

Blade was a man of duty. Duty to his life, his work, his role, and many others. Showing emotions was a sign of weakness to him; an admission of defeat. But deep down, he felt things. Much of it. He just didn't allow himself to do so. So when you made him crack a smile with your silly jokes, he got frustrated at himself. For breaking his code, even just once.

"Uh-huh…Whatever you say, Edge-Lord…" You mumbled, your face forming into a deadpan as you turned to the side.

Your words however earned you a smack across the head from Blade, causing you yelp in surprise.

“I WAS JOKING!”

“Find better humor then.”

You only grumbled to yourself, slumping against the dark sofa you were sitting on before a smirk crossed your face, "Wait, so does that mean Kafka's weak? She always laughs at my jokes!" You retort with a cocky grin.

"Kafka isn’t laughing at your jokes, she’s laughing at you."

Blade's cold words earned a huff from you, offended by how harsh he had said it.

You and Blade had a somewhat sibling-like relationship which Kafka and Silverwolf relentlessly teased Blade about, yet he refused to admit he saw you as anything near a sibling or family member in that matter.

“Hmph! Fine! Don’t expect me to talk to you for the whole day then!” You pouted, pretending to be mad at him so he can finally give in and smile at you.

Yet all you got in response was silence as he continued to sit there, his arms folded and staring straight ahead with his eyes closed.

But, he was slightly amused with your words since he knew you can’t go one second without following him around like the curious and naive child you are, usually holding onto his bandaged hand half the time.

You stared in-front of you for awhile in silence before your eyes slowly began to droop tiredly and you turned back to Blade.

"Blade?" You called quietly after a moment of silence, earning a lazy "Hm?" in response, "Can I…Sleep in your lap…?” You trailed off, feeling ashamed for giving in so easily and acknowledging him even after you said you wouldn’t, “Please?”

It wasn’t really a surprise you were so tired…You did just come back from a mission with Kafka, you didn’t do much since your role in missions is just to be the lookout due to your young age. You were slightly tired when you came back of course, and it seems like the exhaustion finally kicked in.

If this were any other person, Blade would've flatly said no, but this was you...Blade didn't understand why, but he could never say no to you.

Blade then arched a brow at your words, red eyes opening, and he held back the teasing smirk that threatened to creep upon his lips, “Didn’t you say you wouldn’t speak to me for the whole day?”

“Oh shut up!” You glared, pulling your knees up to your chest with a frown that looked more like a pout, “So can I sleep in your lap or what?” You continued quietly, turning away and pressing your cheek against your kneecaps in embarrassment with your words.

The older man was quiet for a while. He didn't like being affectionate, he didn't like being kind either. He just didn't like to give in. But to you? He would always make an exception.

So slowly, he lifted the child up and plopped them in his lap, holding their surprised figure close. There were no words spoken, but deep inside, Blade felt something. Maybe it was affection. Maybe it was a little bit of love. Perhaps it was admiration or fondness!

But he was never able to figure out what it exactly was.

Your eyes slightly widened in shock at the fact the so-called “cold and heartless” Blade was carrying you in his arms as if you were his child before a grin spread across your face and you nuzzled into his chest and pulled your legs closer for warmth.

You felt two arms wrap around you to keep you warm and another held your head closer to their chest, yet you didn’t need to open your eyes to see who it exactly was since you already knew.

Silence filled the air for awhile as you laid in his arms before you finally broke it.

“You want to hear another jo—”

“Don’t ruin it.”

This kinda reminded me of the audio "Leave me alone, baby! …..AUGHHH YOU'RE MY BABYYY! YOU'RE MY BABY AND I LOVE YOU SM" blade fr fr

#blade hsr #hsr x reader #honkai star rail #child reader #platonic #sibling relationship #hsr kafka #kafka #silver wolf #silverwolf #hsr silver wolf #stellaron hunters

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emsgwenstan · 2 months

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Holding onto our family pt.2.

{Larissa Weems x fem niece reader} pt.1 here

Thank you to you guys who recommended I do a p2 I wasn’t going to I was just gonna leave it as a one shot, sorry if this isn’t up to your expectations so in advance I’m sorry :/

Words: 4K? Idk.

Warnings: alcohol, swearing.

Note/summary: everything is strictly platonic! Just these two babies.

Still standing in the door way with shock plastered to your features, tears rolling down your face and the smallest smile tugging at the corner of your lips, Larissa grasped your shoulders and pushed you back slowly into her office closing the door behind her. You couldn’t stop staring at her and smelling her perfume, the same one she’s used since you saved up and brought a bottle when you were 10 for Mother’s Day one year.

“I know it’s a lot to take in darling… are you ok?” She asked taking your chin between her fingers making you stare into her eyes. “Yeah…” you croaked. She’s here… She’s home. “Come on beautiful, a tea should calm those nerves.” She whispered placing another kiss to your forehead and taking your hand pulling you towards her quarters. “Lissa… I’m going to need something far stronger than tea.” You said trailing behind her. “Wine or whiskey my dear?” She asked with a chuckle. “Whiskey.” You said knowingly due to the extremity of this situation. She led you to the small kitchenette and let go of your hand to open the overhead cabinet retrieving two tumblers and a crystal decanter full of high end alcohol.

She was silent while she poured the liquid into the glasses, you wrapped your arms around her waist from behind and buried your head into her shoulder. Larissa let out a small ‘oof’ at the force of your hold giggling a little spinning around in your grasp. “Oh little one, it’s alright.” She cooed softly. She was right of course it was ok, she’s here, she’s home. You tug down on her waist like a child and drag her to the floor, your knees giving way the second you bent them. Larissa followed your lead and gracefully fell down with you, wrapping her own arms around your shoulders pressing you into her chest.

“Don’t you dare leave me again.” You mumbled. Larissa sighed and stroked your hair. “My darling girl… I never really left, I’m not going anywhere.” She hummed. “What happened? Where were you? How are you here? Lissa are you…you know…you?” You asked quickly sitting up a bit to examine her with a slight glare. “Yes honey I’m me…and…before you ask, you accidentally put red socks in with your uniform and it turned your pristine white blouses pink.” You smiled widely at her words, when you left school you made sure to plan a safety question in case you ever came across another shapeshifter with bad intentions. “But what happened to you?” You asked.

Larissa slouched against the base cupboard and raised her arms to pick up the glasses resting on the counter above her head, she gave one to you and looked as though she didn’t want to talk about it, but you didn’t care, you needed answers. She put the glass to her ruby lips and threw back the alcohol in one go. “Well… I was poisoned, I’m sure you know that by now, and I died… for a few minutes anyway.” She said unfazed staring blankly behind you. “Oh my god.” You breathed taking a sip of liquor. “Mmmm.” She agreed nodding.

“How are you here?” You asked less frantically. She sighed again “When I woke, I was on the floor of the observatory alone… it took me a while to get myself out of there, my legs were numb and I could hardly move, I almost fainted a few times but I managed to make it into my office and collect a few things, I was far to weak to help the students and once I knew that everything that happened was over and they were safe, I left town for a while and laid low in Burlington.” She said pouring another whisky for herself, topping up yours while she was at it.

“You must have been fucking terrified.” You say letting the events soak in. Larissa expectedly gave you a look before you both said the word ‘language’ in unison, it brought a smile to her face at how predictable you know she is. “But…you’re right, It was fucking terrifying, now I have to explain to hundreds of people that I’m still alive and completely fit to continue as headmistress.” She muttered downing the second glass yet again. You giggled a little at her explicit response and instant visible relief when she drank. “You are fit, you’re the only person who can manage this school, I’ll do everything I can to make sure it stays that way.” You said fully serious, because you were, there is no way anyone can handle what she does, many can’t even comprehend what she does, you know that she makes difficult and somewhat uncomfortable decisions for the sake of the school’s expense and reputation, you think everyone else would be to selfish to put nevermore before themselves, besides this was out of her hands she’s the victim after all, not the instigator.

Larissa only smiled in response as well as stroking from the top of your head to the side of your cheek giving her best toothy grin, yet you still see right through her, the damage that Mari- Laurel gates caused, you see it with Enid too, her poor scars from defending Wednesday, you never bring it up because you don’t think she wants a reminder that her skin is tainted with the memories of that horrific night. Just like that tears welled in your eyes again, you try blinking them away but they continue to fall stinging from the previous path they followed. “Oh sweetheart, what’s wrong?” She asked placing her cup on the floor. “You were gone. You were taken from me. I-…you were dead and I had nothing!” you sobbed breathlessly breaking down In front of her.

Larissa’s own tears fell into her lap and the crease between her brows deepened. “I’m sorry, little one.” She whispered wholeheartedly tracing the shapes of your face gently. “I never meant to frighten you dear.” She smiled but it quickly faded when your body wreaked with more uncontrollable sobs. “You’re all I have, you are the only important person to me and you were gone, a piece of me was ripped away.” You squeak using your hands to help explain better. “I know.” She cried. “You’re not my aunt Larissa. You’re my mother….You. Are. My. Mum.” You punctuated to make sure your statement made some kind of impact.

Larissa smiled and nodded, she sniffed and wiped her eyes smudging mascara across her faint crows feet. “I never thought of you as my niece y/n, not my brother’s child, not ever a burden… you’ve always been my daughter, my special little girl.” She whispered cupping your cheeks and pressing her forehead to yours. It feels like everything is going to be ok, it feels like everything is as it was, but different in a way, it feels like everything is in its rightful place as it should be, because she’s here, she’s home.

“What happens now?” You asked. “What do you mean, honey?” She wondered. “Like, what’s the plan from here?” She looked puzzled and wasn’t sure herself. “Right now? I don’t care. All I want is to be with you my sweet, ok? That’s all that matters we can figure the rest of the mess out tomorrow.” She stated. The buzz from the alcohol started to warm up your body, absentmindedly you curl up into her lap wanting to be completely engulfed by her. “Can I sleep with you tonight?” You asked quietly, it’s been years since you did, the last time you stayed in the same bed was when you had a series of nightmares for a month when you were still a student at nevermore, the other option is to go hunt for a vacant dormitory, that would definitely raise questions though.

“You don’t even need to ask that, little one.” She whispered into your hair. You moved back and stood up slowly offering a hand to Larissa, she placed her hands in yours and rose with a few pops of her joints and groans from sitting on the floor. It’s nearing 1:00am and it’s still hard to distinguish if this is really happening or if it’s my mind deluding me from pain. “I could use a shower…” she says softly, removing a piece of hair out of your eyes that had fallen from the thrown up bun. “No you deserve a bath, let me run it for you!” You said energetically, leaving her to go to the bathroom. “Ooo wait!- lavender, rose or bergamot?… for essential oils?” You ask excitedly happy to be able to do something for her again.

“What ever you please darling.” She giggled, her brows raise and a grin finds its way to her lips, Larissa knows that if you want to do something there’s no room for argument, to the point you will have an essay in your brain of all the pros and cons to list for her. The whole time you were in the bathroom Larissa downed 3 more glasses of whiskey before placing it back on the top shelf, She walked over to her bed that’s left unmade because it’s been occupied by you and ran her hands over the luxurious silk sheets, she all but twirled around the room happy to be home, alive and with her 23 year old not so baby girl.

Happy with your job, you exited the bathroom and Larissa was no where in site. Panic set in your bones. No, she’s here. The room felt like it was expanding and you were the only person in the world, searching for her in the closet, on her balcony and possibly on the other side of the bed on the floor she wasn’t there. “Are you ok my sweet?” Her voice rang from behind you and relief spread back through your body, you turned to face her, she was closing the door to her office baring a bottle of wine. “Jesus don’t do that!” You exclaimed. “Do what?” She questioned pacing slowly towards you. “Leave… especially without telling me.” You warned giving her a playful but sincere glare.

You turned off the lights in the bathroom and lit candles around the tub, bubbles filled all around the top of the bath and it smelled heavenly, the rose scent is what you opted with. “It’s done lissa!” You called out turning off the water. Larissa made her way into the bathroom and thanked you quietly, you stepped back out into the room and walked over to the kitchenette again to pull down two wine glasses and walk back to the bathroom door and knock. “You decent enough?” You asked. “Yes darling.” She said.

You opened the door and closed it behind yourself. Larissa was sitting in the water with bubbles shielding all of her body apart from her shoulders and collar bones. “Do mind if I sit with you for a while?” You asked, placing the glasses on the tile floor, sitting down on the mat and opening the bottle. “Of course you can.” She cooed. You were both silent for a while taking turns sipping the slightly bitter velvet liquid. Larissa had her head resting on the porcelain rim and the wine glass dangling from her fingertips, she’s free from make up now and her hair is taken out spilling over the tub’s edge. “Your hair’s longer.” You said rolling the glass into your chest to lean forward and run your fingers through her platinum tresses. “So is yours dear.” She replied lulling her head to the side facing your amber licked skin from candle light.

“It’s been two years…” you remarked sadly feeling guilty for the length of time you hadn’t seen her physically. “Far too long.” She mumbled. “Well it’s not going to happen again I can assure that.” You stated sternly. “Don’t dwell on it y/n, we’re here now.” She replied. Silence fell over the two of you again and you busied yourself by fiddling your hands picking lint of Larissa’s clothes and tossing them back into the washing hamper. “Can I ask why you didn’t contact me?” You whispered looking at her waiting for an answer.

Larissa licked her lips and thought of a response. “I didn’t think you knew what happened, i didn’t believe that anyone would have known to get in contact with you, so I planned on telling you about this whole situation when I somehow found a way to reveal myself back to school society, but clearly that didn’t work. I came back tonight to see if I could get back into my office without being seen, that’s when I heard you talking with Melanie, your voice… I knew, I couldn’t run from you and leave you alone with no explanation.” You nodded along with her words and understood what she meant.

“Why did you run?” You asked. She sat up a bit, placed her glass on the floor and swallowed thickly. “I had to mourn my own “death” and take a little bit of time to rest, recover, process it, come to terms with the fact that things are going to be different. Imagine what the sheriffs going to say when I magically waltz my way back into society… I had you to protect as well. I couldn’t be reckless to get you involved in such appalling circumstances.” She said dipping her finger in water collecting bubbles and tapping the tip of your nose in a humorous, lighthearted manner. You couldn’t help the small giggle that erupted from your throat as you wiped the bubbles away feigning disgust.

You rested you head on the edge of the bath and let down your wavy blond hair finding comfort in having her so close. Larissa stroked your hair behind your ears and hummed in delight. “I remember when you loved me playing with your hair… when you were very small, I’d sit you on my lap and put in these hair ties in that had these iridescent plastic balls on them, you had a blue one and purple one, and they hardly stayed in your hair but you insisted to have them in… you had little white ringlets on either side of your head because you would throw a fit if I didn’t do it like that.” She reminisced playing with soft hair around your neck.

“I remember that, I see you still have the hair clips too, I also remember when your hair was short, reaching to you jaw and how I would mess it up all the time…but you would just shift it to look tidy again and that infuriated me.” You laughed. Larissa giggled and looked at you like you hung the stars. After a while and when the water turned lukewarm you left her alone and went and snuggled into bed. For the rest of the night you lay on her chest hearing her heart beating and listening to her soft humming. The last thing you remember before succumbing to sleep were the words I love you.

The next morning you made her breakfast in bed and started to work out a plan for ‘her return’ Larissa was a bundle of nervous energy, she stumbled over her words and spaced out a few times during the conversation but ultimately the plan was going to be set in motion. The day just consisted of the two of you lounging around her rooms and talking and talking and more talking, it’s always been like that, you can go a while without speaking and pick up like you saw each other just the day prior. Luckily nobody caught on to anything, Enid burst into her office at one point to show you her new blog post about one of the couples in nevermore. You kindly reprimanded her for not knocking but was able to usher her back out before Larissa walked out unaware of her presence.

The day has finally come for Larissa to make her entrance and the both of you felt nervous to say the least, poor thing could hardly move. “Will you let me do your make up lissa?” You asked hopefully. Larissa stared at you blankly before eventually nodding. She was still in her emerald green night slip bare of any added detail, her lashes a brilliant blond, skin pale and shoulders freckled. You envy her natural beauty, although you are both similar in appearance you can’t beat the original. You situated her on the floor near the vanity while you took the stool, her legs crossed, hands politely intertwined in her lap and posture perfectly straight, apart from her rigid shoulders.

She sat still for 45 minutes not moving a muscle, you took your time perfectly applying each layer of make up from coating every lash in a deep blue mascara, to laying on the best eyeliner you’ve ever done, to lining and painting her lips with your shade of lipstick, which is only a few shades of red darker then her own. You smiled down at your work and started the process of her hair, she turned her back towards you and lulled it to the side letting you do a large braid from her temple almost down to the nape of her neck, her side part was meticulously crafted and pulled back into a low pony tail with the braid wrapping around it, you opted for this hairstyle because you remembered seeing it in a photograph from when she was a teen, it was still beautiful and suited her very well, something different, but also full circle in a way.

Next was her outfit, that was a tough one. “Really… I can just throw something together darling.” She said in the door way of the closet. “No I’m picking.” You pouted up at her sternly. She laughed and joined you in the room, after painstakingly picking each article of clothing you chose a suit, something she doesn’t wear often if at all, something different which makes a statement, it’s a plum colour with very small, thin, green and gold stripes a vintage channel line from the 60’s. And the most important part, matching plumb coloured heels.

You left her alone to get dressed and once she stepped out your breath was stolen from you lungs at how gorgeous she looked, close to 50 years old and yet still remarkably beautiful and very glamorous, the only thing she lacked now was confidence. “You looked incredible!” You said enthusiastically. “I actually feel beautiful… it’s been a while since I’ve worn this.” She said softly. “Are you ready?” You asked hoping for a yes. “I think so my darling…” she replied. “One more thing...” you quickly walked back into her closet to pull down her box containing all of her personal trinkets and walked back out.

Larissa stood curiously watching as you flit about the room before b-lining back to her with something in your hands. You reached for her arm and put your old hair tie with those plastic beads on around her wrist then put her sleeve over the top of it and opened her blazer putting your old pink polkadot hair clip over the waist band of her trousers. “I know it’s silly… but because I’m not physically going to be there, doesn’t mean I’m not going to be with you.” You said buttoning her blazer back up and flipping her hair over her shoulder.

Larissa wrapped her arms around you and pulled you tightly into her embrace. “I love you.” She whispered. “I love you more mum.” You could hear her heart beat quicken at the word. “Now, go… call me if you need anything.” Larissa smirked as she pulled away. “Yes little boss…” she chuckled. “you’re so grown up precious girl, I can’t believe the wonderful woman you’ve grown up to be.” She pulled back and just like that she straightened her posture and a spark of confidence was alight yet again. She walked out the door and blew you a kiss leaving with an ‘I’ll be back soon’ wink.

You might be proud of her, you might love her so much, but Larissa will infinitely be more proud of you and far more envious of her little gift, her beautiful niece, her stubborn yet perfect miracle and her darling bestowed daughter. It’s going to get a whole lot better, because she’s here and she’s home.

@barbarasstar @giogwensversion @yourgaeyisshowing @maxfanartfan @anonymous-zakmo @sabraaabra

#gwendoline christie #larissa weems #principle weems #wednesday #gwenchrist(ie)#larissa x reader #larissa weems x reader

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buckyalpine · 2 years

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Wait, What? More Babies?

18+ minors DNI Bucky x pregnant reader, avengers x reader (platonic)

One of my fav au’s, the family grows!! Here’s another chapter, with more to come Warnings: Pregnancy, smuutt, (lil daddy kink) FLUFF!! Word count: 3.4k Part 1: Wait, what?

Part 2: Wait, what? 2

Part 3: I do (again) Wait, what? 3

“Hey beautiful mama”

Bucky whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your head not wanting to wake you or his baby up. He returned from a mission to find you both cuddled up on the couch; you in your favourite Henley of his with little one year old Steve cuddled to your chest, both fast asleep.

He quietly slipped into the shower, quickly changing into some pj’s before walking over and carefully scooping his baby boy into his arms. Baby Steve didn’t stir the slightest, yawning contently in his daddy’s arms. His snuggled into Bucky’s chest, his tiny little hands searching for Bucky’s dog tags; his favourite thing to hold onto whenever he snuggled, even in his sleep.

Bucky could never get tired of admiring his little angel, a perfect mix of you and him. He kissed his chubby cheeks, putting him in his crib first before going to get his other beautiful angel; the one who gave him his little bundle of happiness. The one who still gave him butterflies, still made him blush, still made him feel warm and fuzzy inside. He carefully carried you to bed, snuggling you to his chest with the blankets wrapping you both. You felt the warmth of his body, his lips gently brushing little kisses onto your forehead.

“I missed you” You nuzzled into his hold, your eyes still closed, moving your arms to wrap around his waist, tightly hugging him.

“I missed you too baby” Bucky smiled softly, rolling the both of you over so he could gaze down at you, he was so fucking in love with you, it was almost painful. He missed your eyes, your nose, lips, the softness of your skin. He missed your voice, your cuddles, your kisses. He missed the sweetness of your body, how you tasted on his tongue, how you felt wrapped around his cock, how you moaned for him, and tugged his hair. He wanted more. He wanted a bigger family; he wanted his little babies running around the house, making a mess, absolute chaos, so full of love and happiness.

Only one way to make that happen…

His hands trailed down, pulling his Henley off you before playing with the waist band of your underwear, his cock rock hard against you.

“Take this off baby…”

1 Month later

Bucky eyed you curiously, watching you curled up on the couch, napping in the spot where the sun poured in like a cat.

“Y/n? You okay bubba?” Bucky sat down beside you, brushing some hair out of your face, rubbing your back while you stirred.

“Just tired” You gave him a sleepy smile, stretching and moving into his lap before closing your eyes again. His hands slipped under your shirt, softly stroking your tummy, his heart hopeful because you never napped.

Ever.

Except when…

*****

You groaned, cramps making you uncomfortable, which always happened when your period was late. This time you’d missed it completely, which was rare. In fact the last time you missed it was because… You shook your head, not wanting to get your hopes up, though your heart desperately wanting another little Bucky in your arms. You hissed as another cramp radiated through your lower tummy, grabbing onto the rope of the sparring mat to catch your breath.

“Y/n, are you sure you’re okay?” Nat cocked her head, watching you double over, giving her a weak thumbs up, while scrunching your face. You moved to lie on your back to catch your breath while Bucky dropped his weights, his heart dropping seeing you in pain.

“Baby?” Bucky rushed over to you, “What’s wrong y/n?” He kneeled by your side while Nat went to get you water.

“Just some cramps, I’m okay Bucky” You sat up, leaning against his chest, groaning at the soreness that refused to go away.

“Let’s go to the doctors anyway, you’ve been really tired recently too…” Bucky gave you a soft smile, gently stroking your hair; he didn’t want to get his hopes up but maybe…

*****

Dr. Cho smiled brightly as you sat on the bed with an anxious Bucky by your side, playing with your fingers, immediately sitting up when she entered the room.

“Is everything okay?”

“More than okay, everything’s normal” Dr. Cho’s eyes twinkled, chuckling at the way Bucky was gripping your hand, looking at her with wide puppy eyes while she turned to you “Since you’re pregnant!”

“We’re going to have a baby! You squealed, jumping onto Bucky, your heart fluttering in your chest, “Steve’s going to be a big brother”

“M’so happy angel, I just-, thank you babygirl” You were immediately engulfed in Bucky’s arms as he hugged you, showering you in hundreds of kisses, tears stinging his eyes. You sniffled, nuzzling against his chest, your hand resting on your tummy, biting your lip to keep it from trembling.

“Congratulations” Dr. Cho smiled, getting an ultrasound ready, “Let’s take a look and see how far along you are” You both looked at the screen as she moved the scanner on your lower tummy.

“Well, I have more news” Dr. Cho moved to point to the screen, “See there? There’s one and….there’s two”

“T-twins?” Bucky gasped, his hand squeezing yours, the tears he’d managed to hold back spilling down his cheeks.

“You’re having twins!” Dr. Cho nodded, smiling as Bucky held you, his emotions all over the place. She left the room, giving you both some privacy as you both looked at the two tiny blips on the screen.

“We’re having twins” You whispered, clinging onto your husband, rubbing his back as he softly cried into your chest, unable to process how happy he was. He’d had 101 dreams like this; having a large family with you, maybe twins but he knew that wasn’t in his control. Now it was happening and you both couldn’t be happier, wrapped in each other with two little babies on the way.

7 Months later

“Good morning angels” Bucky kissed your swollen belly before coming up to kiss you, chuckling at your pouty face. You could no longer see your feet with your tummy in the way; one super soldier baby was challenging and now you were carrying two. Your breasts had already started to get bigger and the babies moved constantly, making it impossible for you to get any sleep.

“Why so grumpy my pretty little mama” Bucky wrapped his metal arm around you, cooling your skin, while you huffed, feeling extra moody this morning.

“Everything hurts. And feels swollen. And I can’t even see my feet” You blinked back the tears stinging your eyes, feeling a lump in your throat; you just felt…huge. You felt unattractive when you had to waddle everywhere beside your hot super solider husband. He thought you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on and he made sure to let you know every single day but you couldn’t help the insecurities that had started to gnaw at you every time you struggled to put clothes on or gave up with shoes. A tiny sniffle caught Bucky’s attention, immediately sitting up to move you into his lap.

“Baby? Why are you crying?”

“Because…” Your eyes couldn’t meet his, your face hiding in his neck. You knew nothing you thought was true but the waterworks had already started.

“You can tell me sweet heart, what’s bothering you?”

“I just feel so… big. How could you still love me when I have to waddle around everywhere” You whimpered, while Bucky’s heart dropped, absolutely not. You were beautiful, there was no doubt there but the way you looked when you were pregnant with his babies? To say he fell in love with you more each day was not an exaggeration.

“Y/n, I’m more in love with you than ever sweet heart, you’re carrying my babies. Every single change your body is going through is because of me, and you think I wouldn’t love you more? The way you’re glowing, this perfect baby bump, your adorable grumpy little face, you’re beautiful babydoll”

“I can’t even put my shoes on” You shrugged; you knew he meant every word but it still felt hard to believe.

“I’ll always help you with your shoes my Cinderella” Bucky chuckled, secretly loving the way you’d sometimes sit splayed on the floor to get them on before asking him to pick you up, his absolute favourite thing to do. “Princess, you know there’s nothing I love more and find more gorgeous than my y/n and this little baby bump”

“Little?” You continued to pout in his lap, tears still streaming down your face.

“Come here mama” Bucky smiled softly, rocking you and rubbing your tummy while you sniffled against him. He also secretly loved how adorably pouty and grumpy you got, crying over the tiniest things while clinging onto him.

“Babygirl, they’ll put it back where it belongs, it’s fine” Bucky chuckled as you cried looking at a little teddy bear that was out of place, left behind on the shelf.

“B-but he’ll be a-lone!” You hiccupped, picking up the soft brown bear with large twinkling eyes. Bucky snickered, wrapping his arm around you while placing the bear in the shopping cart on top of the other baby items you’d started buying.

“There, now he’s coming home with us, all better bubba?”

Bucky kissed your forehead, trailing down to your nose, and cheeks, finally cupping your face to kiss your lips,

“I’ll show you exactly how gorgeous I find you baby”

Your eyes widened, squealing when Bucky easily lifted you in his arms, pecking a kiss to your temple before carrying you over to the end of the bed. Bucky sat at the edge, with you seated between his legs, right across the mirror. His hands rubbed up and down your arms, while he retested his head on your shoulder, his soft blue eyes gazing into yours through the mirror reflection. His fingers trailed down, tugging at the hem of your shirt, your head shaking slightly when he tried to remove it.

“Buc-

“Baby please? I want to see all of you”

You sucked in a breath as he slipped it off, leaving you completely bare on his lap. His hands trailed down the sides of your thighs, moving down to your knees, parting them. You felt your face heat up, instinctively trying to close them but he held them apart, shaking his head.

“I love these thighs baby, so soft” He rubbed the soft flesh of your inner thighs before his hands skimmed over your belly, coming up to cup your swollen breasts.

“And these” His fingers brushed over your nipples, making you whimper, hardening under his touch. “These pretty tits? So warm, so full, so perfect to feed our babies, so sweet for me to suck on”

“You have the softest skin baby” You could feel your heart race, as he trailed kisses from your shoulder, moving your hair aside to kiss up the side of your neck.

“And this” His hands splayed over your baby bump, rubbing comforting circles over your growing bump, “is my favourite, sweet heart. You’ve never looked more gorgeous baby, if it were up to me, you’d always be barefoot, naked and pregnant”

Bucky’s hand started to trail down, a mischievous glint flashing across his baby blue eyes. He could feel your pulse race as he traced his tongue along your neck, nipping the sensitive skin making you squirm.

“Bucky…”

“Shhh, just relax babygirl, I’ll make you feel good mama” Bucky whispered, spreading your legs further, groaning at the slick that soaked your pussy, his fingers carefully moving up and down, spreading your arousal around. You moaned, while his wrapped his arm around your belly to keep you in place, his metal hand rubbing gentle circles onto your clit.

“You like that mama?” You nodded, your eyes squeezed shut, hands grasping onto his thighs as he started to rub faster, his cock leaking in his briefs.

“S’good baby, so good” Your head was thrown back on his shoulder, your chest heaving as Bucky bit his lip, he was sure he was going to cum in his pants just watching you. “Need more, I- fuck James- more” you moaned, your pussy clenching and fluttering around nothing, desperate to feel more.

Bucky smirked, pausing his ministrations to free his cock from his sweats, lifting your hips up to sink down onto his cock, stuffing you. You gasped, clenching around him, your brain short circuiting at how debauched everything looked in the mirror; you were completely naked, your legs spread, full of your husband’s cock while he had all his clothes on, his skin flushed, eyes dark from lust, his hands gripping your hips, keeping you in place with just his sweats pulled slightly down.

“Keep my cock warm baby, just stay still and relax, daddy’s got you”

Bucky continued playing with your clit, while sucking little dark bruises onto your neck, moaning at the feeling of your fluttering walls, clenching and squeezing around his cock. You cried out as he started rubbing tighter circles, warmth spreading throughout your body, your sensitive clit throbbing as he pressed his fingers down.

“J-James, fuck I’m gonna- gonna cum, don’t stop, I- oh fuckfuck!”

“I won’t stop, cum on my cock baby, let go, I got you, make a mess all over daddy” Bucky’s cock throbbed in you, utterly soaked as you gushed around him, your eyes squeezed shut, your head thrown back onto his shoulder, nipples hardened as your climax came crashing over you.

“JAMES-daddydaddy, fuck daddy I- m’cumming” You gripped onto his thighs, moaning and whimpering on his lap, sweat covering your body, moaning feeling Bucky lick up your neck, nipping your ear lobe.

“Mmmm, you like making me a daddy, don’t you baby, so sexy with these pretty, swollen tits”

You nodded, panting, hardly able to move while Bucky groaned, his cock twitching in your wet heat, fighting himself not to absolute destroy his sweet little pregnant wife. He kissed your temple, before gently lifting you off his cock, and helping you lay down, covering you with the blankets.

“Baby, you didn’t finish” You slurred, your body still twitching from sensitivity while Bucky threw his clothes off before joining you under the covers. You gasped, moaning as Bucky pushed his cock back in from behind as he spooned you, his hand caressing your belly.

“Won’t control myself baby, this is all I need right now, get some rest doll”

*****

“Feel that Stevie?” Bucky grinned, taking his sons tiny hands and placing them on your tummy so he could feel the babies kicking. “That’s your brother and sister in there”

Steve looked at him with big curious eyes, his hands grasping at your belly, trying to feel more.

“You’re going to be a big brother soon bubs” Bucky smiled, cuddling his son in his arms while everyone sat around the living room watching your little one squirm out of Bucky’s hold to trying to walk, taking 2 steps before falling back on his bum.

“Have you guys decided on names yet?”

You nodded, rubbing your tummy, giggling watching Steve and Bucky toss your squealing baby to each other like a beach ball, feeling flutters against your hands.

“Tell them to hurry up y/n” Sam snorted, intervening and catching the mini super soldier, tickling his belly “We need more of these little ones”

There was still about two months left till your due date and the team was clearly more impatient for your babies to arrive than you were. The gifts had already started pouring in with a custom crib that was connected to FRIDAY, Terminator 1 and Terminator 2 onesies, a large comfy nursing chair and plenty of diapers.

*****

“Daddy can’t wait to meet you” Bucky whispered, his head resting on your belly, pressing soft kisses onto your skin, careful not to wake you while you slept. “I love you my little angels, and you’re gorgeous mama”

He looked up at you, while rubbing the side of your tummy, tears welling in his eyes when he thought of how you’d given him more than he could have ever asked for. You completed him in a way no one else could, you gave him a family the day he fell in love with you.

Just you were enough for him. Your kindness, your patience, your love was more than enough for him.

Then you gave him his son and all the dreams he had of having a family from before the war were starting to come true. And now the twins.

Bucky carefully crawled up to lay beside you; his hand splayed across your tummy, the soothing ministrations calming the little ones from moving around. You shifted in your sleep, nuzzling closer to him, while he kissed your nose before cuddling you close to him.

“I love you y/n”

Just a few more weeks…

2 Months later

Steve cradled the little one to his chest as everyone sat around the waiting room, your pained screams carrying down the hallway. Bucky was right by your side as you cried out, holding your hand, telling you how much he loved you as best as he could without breaking down. He was excited for his babies, he really was but he forgot how much his heart broke when he saw you in this much pain giving birth to Steve.

“D-doing so good sweet heart, m’s-so proud of you mama” Bucky’s lip trembled, hardly able to hold himself together for much longer. You hissed, pushing again, tears streaking your face as you gripped onto Bucky’s hand.

“Almost there y/n, there’s the head” Dr. Cho encouraged you while you cried, the pressure through your lower half searing through you.

“One more!”

*****

The team gathered around, immediate tears shed all around as they looked at the two tiny bundles wrapped up, one resting in your arms, the other in Bucky’s.

“Alright, what are the names, we have a betting pool going on” Sam grinned, as Bucky handed him his baby girl. “Hey little princess”

“Mhm, the stakes are high” Tony snorted, taking your new born son and cradling him in his arms.

You and Bucky smiled at each other before turning to the team, you’d picked the names without hesitation.

“Meet Samantha Winifred Barnes and Nathaniel Anthony Barnes”

Sam, Nat and Tony looked at you wide eyed while Steve grinned, giving his god son a tiny high five.

“Well I win, looks like we’re gonna be rich little man”

“Y-you won like 50 bucks c-capsicle” Tony rolled his eyes in an attempt to keep any tears from falling. Nat hugged you as best as she could, without squeezing too hard.

“Named after me, huh princess” Sam smiled down at your little baby sleeping peacefully in his arms, snuggling into his warmth. “Cutest little Samanatha ever”

“Tony?”

Tony coughed, playing off his sniffles, quickly wiping his eyes before turning back to you back Bucky. You giggled, leaning into Bucky’s chest as he held you, the coolness of his metal arm relaxing you.

“Will you be the God father?”

Tony nodded, not trusting himself to speak, looking down at his adorable little god son, his tiny hand grasping onto his finger. “Already taking after daddy’s strength” Tony smiled before handing him over to Nat, squealing at the chubby baby, snuggling into her arms.

“Alright, I won the bet, you’ve all cuddled them enough, let me see my babies” Steve scooped the twins in his arms, while Stevie jr peered his new siblings,

“I’m so happy angel, I love you so much doll” Bucky gazed down at you, softly kissing every inch of your face (immediately forgetting how his heart was breaking earlier, his mind already wandering to having another)

“I love you” You whispered, looking at your adorable growing family, full of snuggles, hugs and kisses. It was perfect. All Perfect.

*****

Bucky sniffled, holding his two tiny babies in his arms while you slept with Steve snuggled by your side, they were everything he’d dreamt of and more. He sat against the head board, with a little book in his hands, reading to them while they quietly cooed listening to their daddy’s voice, quickly falling asleep moments later.

“Taking after your mama, she loves books too” Bucky chuckled, carefully lifting them and setting them in their crib; taking Steve to his after. He slipped back into bed, pulling you close to snuggle with him, doing his best to kiss you without waking you up. Which he failed at because one kiss wasn’t enough for his adorable perfect wife. The mother of his kids. His absolute everything. You deserved all the kisses.

Your eyes peeked open, meeting Bucky’s curious twinkling eyes, his adorable innocent puppy expression being a dead giveaway his brain was up to something.

“What you thinking Buck?”

Bucky sheepishly smiled at you, his hand slipping under your sleep shirt, softly rubbing your tummy. You playfully rolled your eyes already knowing where his thoughts were headed.

“Maybe we can have one more?”

Part 1: Wait, what?

Part 2: Wait, what? 2

Part 3: I do (again) Wait, what? 3

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birgittesilverbae · 1 year

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Ava + Mary (platonic), introduction

"Mary. Mary. Mary."

The uproarious laughter continues on the other end of the phone, loud enough that Ava has to pull it away from her ear. She flops back down on her bed and waits for Mary to regain her composure, kicking her feet idly off the end of the bed.

Finally, Mary gathers herself enough to speak, though the odd chuckle breaks through every few words. "I'm going to put you on speaker so you can repeat that for Shannon."

"I absolutely do not want to repeat that for Shannon, she already thinks I'm a moron."

"I don't think you're a moron, Aves," a second voice chimes in, and Ava sits up solely so she can fling herself down again even more dramatically. "Impulsive, maybe, flighty, sure, but a moron? Hardly."

"See? Shannon tolerates you. Tell her what you did."

"No."

"Ava," Shannon pleads, elongating the vowels, "I need something to cheer me up. I had to spend half of last night holding Lilith's hair back while she lost her dinner."

"You didn't have to," Mary rebuts, her tone edging towards sour.

"You weren't exactly lining up to help her."

"She's a big girl, she can look after herself."

"She shouldn't have to, not when–"

"Brunch," Ava interrupts, before they can sink further into the easy bickering that she knows from far too much experience will inevitably lead to innuendo-heavy flirting.

"What?"

"I'll tell Shannon about it if you take me to brunch."

"Deal."

"Mary, we already had plans–"

"I wanted them to–"

"True, this could work–"

"Meet us in the lobby in fifteen," Mary says, while Ava's head is still whirling as she tries to sort out the muddled conversation. "Wear something nice. A white dress, maybe."

"Fuck you."

Twenty minutes later, Ava stumbles out of the elevator, sunglasses slotted tight against her face and hood pulled up over the rat's nest of hair she'd been unable to tame in the interim. She scans the lobby, spots Mary and Shannon near the centrepiece fountain, each with a hand in the back pocket of the other's jeans. Disgusting.

They're talking intently to someone, heads bent together, Mary's gaze flicking across the room every so often. She jerks her head to beckon Ava over once she spots her. Ava crosses to them gingerly, slings one arm around Mary's shoulders and the other around Shannon's as she forces her way between them, their hands slipping back to their sides.

Ava's left knee buckles as she puts her weight on it and she begins to spill forward, but Mary catches her around the waist and sets her back on her feet. She takes the opportunity to bring her mouth close to Ava's ear. "Shannon's Person of Honour," she whispers, then swings Ava around to face the third member of their party. "Ava, this is Beatrice. Beatrice, Ava."

"Hi!" Ava starts, shoving a hand out as she lifts her head.

"We've met," a familiar voice replies dryly, the accompanying wry smile making Ava's knee go weak again. "Shan, Mary, allow me to introduce you to my wife."

#warrior nun #ask #anon #myfic #mywn #ava x beatrice #avatrice #mary x shannon #fic: hitched

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areislol · 1 year

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Please do more Avatar x Reader!!! I really loved your headcanons😭 Maybe even one where reader gets their own avatar? Like Jake

ft. neteyam, lo'ak, ao'nung

warnings. nothing really, just them being protective and sweet <3 gn. human! reader at first, can be seen as platonic/romantic! kinda short i'm sorry :(

a/n. so sorry for holding this off for a while! i wanted to get a few requests out while still focusing on my series so.. yeah.. enjoy this! // headcanons

neteyam x human - avatar! reader

oooo he's so excited!! he's waiting outside the lab every single day just to see your avatar making in progress

both norm and max had to kick him out multiple times since he (more like his tail) kept on dropping and whacking all the necessary equipment, but he didn't mean it, he's just too tall and his tail is just too.. whippy

he's like extremely protective of you already since you are a human, small, fragile and weak, in Pandora.

so when you're in your avatar he's 100x more protective of you! since you are still getting the hang of your body

literally BEGS max to let you out for a few hours, he just wants to spend some time with you <3

(max refused multiple times)

when you not in your avatar form he's protective of you, like what i said earlier, he's always in front of you when he hears a twig snapping or the rustle of leaves.

and he STILL does that even when you're in your avatar form. you are still learning how to control your body!!

neteyam will teach you how to walk like a na'vi and show you the little small tricks that the na'vi body can do that the humans cant.

he will hold your arms and your waist when you're taking your first baby steps <33

speaking of that, he will literally be in the same room with you when you're being transferred into your avatar body. and boy is he anxious, his leg is bobbing up and down when he sits and sometimes stands up just to look over at your avatar in the tube.

neteyam is ecstatic when he sees your avatars' eye open, he has a bright and big smile on his face and absolutely nothing can wipe it off.

he will be patient and easy with you, telling you to lay down and to slowly get up. his hand is on your back as he helps you sit up, his eyes scanning your face to see any signs of discomfort and pain.

he will refuse to let you walk on your own, eat on your own, stand up on your own or do anything by yourself.

he will SIT you down when you try to get up, there's no point in arguing with him because he will always win no matter what.

(if he has the permission to) he shows and teaches you how to hunt, how to track animal footprints, how to spot the homes of animals, the weak spots, how to eat, the manners, literally everything.

neteyam is the absolute happiest when you hum in delight after eating one of the specialties during a gathering.

will fight anybody who insults you. doesn't care about his father scolding him, will just fight them straight up LMAO

like he won't take shit

most days, he will literally lay down beside you, admiring your face as you sleep peacefully on the prickly grass

since he's so used to seeing your human features, it's a bit odd seeing you as a na'vi. his favourite thing is how he can still tell that you're you, even when you're in a different body.

your bioluminescent freckles that glow brightly in the night sky, that make it look like you are blending in one with nature, or Eywas' creation, should i say make you look absolutely ethereal.

lo'ak x human - avatar! reader

just like his brother he is VERY excited. he will bother you and the scientists that are helping you make your very own avatar

"when will you be able to see it?" "when can I see it?" "when will you be able to you know.. get.. into it..?"

you have to literally shush the boy millions of times cause he just won't shut up about it!! but he's just excited, that's all!

lo'ak hangs around with you in your room, joins you in watching them do whatever they're doing with your avatar, sticking a needle in your arm with your blood and what not.

his tail hits you so many times when doing this. "lo'ak! will you stop that!" "stop what?" "your tail, it keeps on hitting me!"

you may even have to grab onto it.

when you finally transfer your consciousness into your avatar, lo'ak (and maybe his siblings as well) is there to witness it and god, is he nervous.

fidgeting, constantly asking them when it'll be done and if you're okay, checks your heart monitor wayyy too much

smiles like a madman when he sees you awake in your avatar form and runs to hug you but is stopped by the scientists

literally side eyes the scientist or gives them a dirty look.

lo'ak squeezes the living life out of you, and you're just... there..

he slowly gets you out of the bed and walks with you but when your knees wobble and collapse he's quick to catch you and he's like 'damn i gotta help you now'

he's stumbling as well LOL

he can not contain his happiness like, at all.

his tail is whipping side to side and that smile is plastered on his face the entire week day

helps you walk and get use to your body, shows you every single fruit there is and tells you to eat up like bae this is my second time in my avatar form.

lo'ak will try to impress you, he already tried and did when you were still human but now that you're na'vi, it makes a slight different, like it's a new you (it is) meaning, new attempts of showing off his skills :)

although his father may not allow him to teach you their ways, he will still do it when he's not around.

"psst- y/n! come here... wanna show you how to catch some big fish >:))"

UGH HE IS THE SWEETEST

he may be a tease but he WILL help you, make sure that you're comfortable and will not hesitate to punch people in their face if they talk abt you

like when he hears someone mention your name he's on alert and eavesdrop, he wants to make sure that he's not hearing what he thinks he's hearing and if his suspicious are correct you best believe he's gonna get a real good scolding.

also!! he can now play-fight with you, without needing to think about hurting you! since you are much taller and bigger now, he won't need to worry about you being hurt <333

although he is still careful with you, lets you win sometimes if he's feeling nice.

+ you guys are the like chaotic duo and he's LIVING for it, he can finally have someone that he ACTUALLY likes (no hate to kiri/tuk) and matches his energy

kiri doesn't have the time for his 'master schemes' and tuk is just to sweet.. no way he can bring her onto adventures without being scolded.

ao'nung x human - avatar! reader

babes tries to hide his excitement but fails so hard. rolls his eyes and is like 'uhhmmm no why would i care for that🙄🙄"

like u do, admit it.

he wouldn't be there, really, but he would be like a few feet away from where the lab is and just tries to hide himself from your view but you and the other scientists can literally see him.

he keeps an eye on your avatar from afar, trying to make sure that nothing happens and if something did then he'd know who did it or what happened (if he can make sense of it)

so many people notice him side eyeing you when you're around, mindlessly drawing shapes on the sand before frowning when the wave washes it away.

he's not there to see you transferring to your avatar sadly, but when you don't come to visit him or the sully family he gets worried and just paces back and fourth, waiting for you to come.

and what he doesn't expect is you to be in your avatar form and do you look so... well all he could say is 'nice'.

takes a BIG gulp of nothing and acts like everything's normal. and sometimes he looks down instinctively but he remembers that you aren't as small.

you're maybe a head shorter than him, but as a human you were like 2-3 heads shorter, or more.

he can't really make fun of you being small now

he will NEVER say this and will drag it with him in his graze, but he misses your human form.

ao'nung thinks your absolutely good looking in your avatar form, yes, he still misses your human form, your funny looking features that he always admires when the golden sun shines on your skin.

but he's not complaining!

depending on your avatar choice, whether you are a metkayina or omaticaya he will teach you the ways.

how to swim, catch fish for food, taming and riding your Ilu, giving you tips and tricks and so on

and he's oddly nice to you.. ish..

ao'nung pays more attention when it comes to you, and his hands linger on your body for way too long.. but you don't notice, you never do.

rotxo and everybody knows what's up 😏

he's absolutely smitten for you, trying to impress you with pretty shells and teases you less.. just wants to show you how cool he is

likes seeing you bond with the children or people of the metkayina, especially his sister or his family.

like when you two braid each others hair <3 he might even take lessons on how to braid hair which makes people raise their brows at him and smirk.

he's not thaaaaatttt protective of you... okay that is a lie...

but he doesn't need to protect you much since everybody knows not to mess with ao'nung.. (and his gang or whatnot)

he will TRY to go the pacifist route but if it doesn't work out then you know how it ends...

note: if you would like to be added to the avatar taglist pls just ask me!! dont be shy <3

taglist: @tomansimp, @howlandhaku, @luciphyls, @vizkiz869, @aonungobsession, @pandorainmymind, @luvlykrispy, idk if there was more so if i forgot you im sorry!!

liking + following + reblogs are very much appreciated!!

another note: this was so short so uhm, not so proud of it but hey! i wrote this in like 2-3 hours? tell me tell me t-t--t-t-t-t-tell me

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

#avatar x reader #neteyam x reader #lo'ak x reader #ao'nung x reader #avatar fanfiction #atwow #avatar the way of water #—✧ · . fandom: avatar

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sunnybunnyy2 · 11 months

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prologue:

Brother Bear

Mikey Berzatto x Fem!Reader (no description in this part)

Richie Jerimovich x platonic!reader

WORD COUNT: 963

WARNINGS: orange juice fans(jkjk) and Richie

August 13th, 2017

My eyes shifted back and forth between the two elder men as they howled in laughter, well men is a stretch. They were like two kids trapped in adult bodies.

They acted like kids and they undoubtedly laughed like them too.

The slightly shorter of the two slowly turned his head when he caught a glimpse of me from the corner of his eye. An even bigger smile tugged on his face, his eyes seemingly glistening as he looked at me.

He held his arms slightly out as silent words were held between us as I slowly made my way over to him. The warmth of his embrace quickly overtaking my senses as he wrapped his thick arms around me.

A certain feeling of being protected took over me as I knew that this is where I was safest.

This was the only place no one could hurt me.

A place where I could always be loved.

“Hey, baby. How are you feeling?” He asked as he rested his chin against the top of my head, his arms tightening around me as if he was scared of my answer.

“I'm okay, I'm feeling better,” I answered as my arms looped around his surprisingly slim but muscular waist.

“You sure, baby?” Mikey questioned his right hand unwrapping itself from my back -his left still tightly holding my waist- and coming up to my chin tipping it back forcing me to look up at him.

His deep brown eyes zeroed in on me, his attention undoubtedly loyal to me as, his growing hair messy on the top of his head, his tan skin slightly shining in the morning light, distracting me from answering as I took him in. He brought my attention back to him by lightly squeezing my hip, but before I could answer another voice did for me.

“She's fine, it's just a little cold,” Richie spoke from the space on the kitchen counter he claimed as his own, a bag of barbeque chips held tightly in his grasp and a chip between his teeth as he took a bite.

“Can you shut the fuck up, Richie?” Mikey barked as his eyes snapped to his best friend before returning to me, an annoyed look on his face from Richie's interruption but there was also a hint of surprise as if he had forgotten that he was there in the first place.

“I'm fine, promise.” I spoke as I moved my gaze from Richie and reluctantly untangled myself from Mikey's warm embrace to latch my pinky with his as I brought it to my lips, before pulling away and heading to the fridge.

My arms are weak from the strength my body was using to fight off this cold and on top of the cold, I had just gotten my period which meant I was even weaker than before, making it even harder to open the fridge door, causing the door to raddle before it finally opened, my eyes dancing between the options.

I could hear Richie yapping in the background but I couldn't hear Mikey, and I had a feeling the light burning I felt on my skin was caused by the man.

He was keeping an eye on me.

Of course he was, he always did.

Even before we had gotten together he had kept an eye on me. A part of me suspected it was just in his nature to look out for women on their own but when we got together I knew there was more to it.

If it was anyone else it would creep me out but there's just something about him doing it that made my heart pound and I knew it was because there was nothing malice about his gaze, just care, and that certainty wasn't something I was used to.

It felt like a breath of fresh air; like being loved by him was the only thing I needed.

My eyes settled on a singular bottle of apple juice, which brought a smile to my face knowing that he bought that just for me. He had always been an orange juice enthusiast, but he had always made sure to pick some up for me because he knew how much I liked it.

I closed the fridge with my apple juice in hand before making my way back over to Mikey whose eyes were -just as I suspected- glued to me, before leaning up to plant a kiss on his cheek before I made my way back upstairs, the fatigue of just doing that small task coming at full speed as my steps slowed.

The last thing I heard as I walked up the stairs was two shouts.

“Bye, Baby.” From Mikey and a much louder,

“Bye, sweetheart.” From Richie and following his words was the loud bang of skin against skin. Which I guessed was Mikey smacking Richie in the back of the head which was proven to be true as Richie let out a loud ow.

I let out a loud bark of laughter.

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March 13th, 2022

My eyes burned from the pressure of being awake.

My eyes continuously gazed at the same spot on the wall as it had weeks ago.

Not just weeks ago.

Two.

Since the day of his funeral.

Micheal's.

Mikey’s.

It had been nearly three weeks since the light of my life had dimmed. Not just dimmed but disappeared.

He was gone. The one of the only people that cared. The most important.

He had killed himself.

[Yall this is going to be a series of at least 5 parts! Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list]

[and can somebody please tell me how to add read more on iPhone!!]

#the bear x reader #the bear #micheal berzatto x reader #mikey berzatto #mikey berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x reader

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chibi-celesti · 3 months

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Time for Your Tune Up (pt. 2)!!

Part 1, Part 2(here!), Part 3, Part 4

A/N: I had a hard time with this one. Consequences of being a noob writer. To you Leona and Azul lovers out there, I hope I did them justice! T.T

Characters: Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto x Yumei Archambeau.

Again they can be read as either platonic or romantic. And if you ain't feeling it with Yumei, you're more than welcome to imagine your OC/ Yume/ Yuusona for the Role!! :)

Warnings, Same as before: Innuendos, Azul being Azul, possible OOC bits, idiots blushing at the implications.

Leona Kingscholar:

"...You're joking, right herbivore?"

"I'm dead serious."

Finding Leona was easy (dude really like the campus Greenhouse), persuading him to help was the hard part.

Yumei knew he's grasping at straws asking Leona for help, but he really didn't have any other choice at the moment. The two ideal people he'd ask for are tied up with Riddle's punishments. And he REFUSES to scare Grim again.

Plus, he sort of still owes him for the Spelldrive incident, and by extension the Azul incident. He thought this would be an excuse to break the ice between them.

Fiddling with the bag carrying his supplements, Yumei hoped his upperclassman was willing to help him.

"And why should I help you? You seem to do it just fine on your own."

"To tell you the truth, I had help back home. It's not easy as it sounds."

Leona felt a headache coming on. "If I do this, you'll buzz off, right?"

Yumei nodded.

A minute passes before the Savanaclaw Leader muttered "Fine" and asked for the Life Extending Agent. Yumei passed him one of the geodes in his bag, and turned his body to where his back faced Leona. He lifted his shirt a bit to show his Installer Port on his lower back.

Leona's eyes widened in shock. The implications turning in his head at what he's seeing. He 'tsked', face flushed red before bring Yumei to face him and holding him in awkward hug.

Soon he brought the tip of the Agent close to the short male's back and slowly pushed it in.

"Ow!"

"Hold still, you idiot."

His tail swished in annoyance, but Leona was genuinely worried if he hurt Yumei. He kept going gently until the Agent was finally inside.

"...thank you, Leona-senpai," Yumei said.

"Don't mention it," was his reply.

A few minutes later:

Despite his promise from earlier, Leona decided to let Yumei stay with him until he felt mobile again. The shorter male was resting in the beastman's lap enjoying the calm amd quiet. Leona seemed to have fallen to sleep, an arm curled around Yumei’s waist.

"Again, thank you, Senpai." A light blush on his face.

The latter's tail curled around his wrist in response.

Azul Ashengrotto:

"I heard you have a little... predicament, Yumei-san."

Yumei’s face blanched at the Octomer's wording. Leave it to the the tweets exploiting his weakness from last time. No sooner than he walked on Main Street, the Leech twins spotted and dragged the poor Reyvateil straight to Octavinelle and straight to Azul's office. Almost as if they were waiting to steal him away.

But that was then, and this is now.

"Yes... it's my time of the tri-month." Yumei said begrudgingly.

"And that bag you carry is..."

"My supplements, yes."

Adjusting his glasses, Azul propped his elbows on his desk, entwining his hands before leaning his face into them. He hid his smile, secretly excited for this opportunity to see the Ramshackle Reyvateil's weakness up close(tho internally he's nervous and excited at what he might witness).

Regardless of their 'past' interactions, Azul really does want to make amends and become better... acquaintances with the other boy. And hopefully his aid could be that first step.

Cautiously, Yumei asked Azul "What exactly do you want out of helping me?"

"Why, I wish for us to become better friends, Yumei-san. No contract required."

The other boy was skeptical. "Really? That's odd coming from you."

"Time is of the essence for the both of us. And I wish to ensure we both are able to become closer with my assistance in your health."

"...And you don't plan to bait me in a deal?"

"I promise, Yumei-san."

Signing in defeat, Yumei carefully opened his bag and passed Azul one of his supplements. Said octomer was shocked at the geode in his hands. "This is... quite big."

"I know."

Yumei got out of his seat in front of the desk and closer to Azul. He sat up on the desk and lifted his shirt up, showing the spot. "Here. This is where you push it in." Yumei pointed to the port centered on his torso.

If he had his octopot nearby, Azul would hide in there and scream in embarrassment. He wasn't expecting how fast their situation escalated to. But he can't go back now. He carefully placed his hand behind Yumei’s back to hold him still. Examining the Port carefully before picking up the almost neglected Agent.

Yumei sucked in a breath as the merchant proceeded to push in. Despite his attitude from before, he's shocked at how careful the mer is being to him. He doesn't even bring up how Azul's hand are slightly trembling, obviously nervous about if he's doing it right or not.

"It's almost entrancing, how it's going all in. And you've gone through this every three months."

All the Reyvateil could was nod before speaking up. "If I want to live, yes."

'You truly are a poor and unfortunate soul'

Later that evening, in Mostro Lounge:

As the duo walked out of his office, Azul suddenly spoke. "Yumei-san."

"Hmm?"

Adjusting his glasses again, he said: "Consider our... transaction on the house. I do hope you extend your offer again in the future."

Yumei pondered the offer for a while before he replied. "I'll keep that in mind. Thank you again."

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#twisted wonderland #twst #ar tonelico #twst x ar tonelico au #leona kingscholar #leona kingsholar x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #twisted tonelico

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honeymelonpm · 1 year

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Head Rush

Characters: (mcu) platonic Peter Parker X reader

Warning: Mild Violence, implied kidnapping, Yandere Themes

Set After No Way Home!

Drabble/Oneshot I guess?

The strands of webbing tugged tightly around your wrists, keeping your hands bound behind your back as your fragile body swayed ever so slightly, the weight of your body being dangled from the ceiling by a rope of web gripped firmly around your ankles.

You struggled to keep your vision focused as all the blood rushing to your head kept you in a loop of constant dizziness, the haunting feeling that your eyes would pop out of your head any second is what kept you so still and compliant.

The tears that welled up in your eyes had severely blurred your vision, however you were still able to make out his silhouette when he walked into view of the doorway.

"I lost everything, everyone. Tony, "He took a sudden, harsh breath before he whispered with a weak voice, "May."

A hot tear ran cold as it rolled from your eye and across your forehead, before disappearing when it met your scalp.

"My girlfriend, my best friend, every time I thought I had someone left, they slipped through my fingers, one way or another." The grainy floorboards groaned beneath his feet as he took a step closer to you, his face perfectly aligned with yours.

"We've been together forever, it's always been us against the world." His face twisted into a look of genuine confusion and misunderstanding. "I just don't understand why you would want to not only move away, but move in with some guy you've known for what, two months?"

His hand caressed the back of your head, before gently pulling your head closer to his, "What were you thinking?" He whispered.

It took a couple of attempts to inhale a proper breath before you could reply, whispering a breathy "I-i'm s-sorry."

The tears that he had kept unshed melted as he stared at you in wonder, his eyes becoming just that bit glassier when a lump swelled in his throat, "I know, but-"

He cut himself off, his eyes leaving yours as if to stare in thought for a moment, before clamping a silk gloved hand firmly around your mouth, turning his slim waist and holding out his hand towards the door, his fingers almost brushing against the trigger of his web shooter.

"One peep out of you and I'll drag you to Stark Tower and stuff you in a suit, do you hear me?"

His sudden threat not only terrified you, but confused you, until a beat later when three dull thuds pounded against the front door of the apartment.

A muffled "Parker?" resounded against the thin yellowing walls of the flat.

Peter's grasp on you became tighter, his fingers slowly beginning to crush your jaw.

"Parker?" Another three knocks rapped against the door.

Five breaths passed, silence filling the air before Peter slowly lowered his hand and turned to you, a subtle look of relief washing over his face when your presence was proved to him.

A/N: wow it's been a while since I've written something :/ This is just something very brief and random. It's unedited but I just wanted to post it and see how people thought about it.

#fanfic #x reader #mcu #marvel #peter parker #spider man #tom holland #yandere #platonic

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supercorpkid · 2 years

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Sleepover

Supergirl, Kara Danvers x Reader, Alex Danvers

Word Count: 2865.

Notes: thanks @supercorpenthusiastic for another song prompt. I'm so happy with this one. This fic is based on the song Sleepover by Hayley Kiyoko

“So, which one do you like best?” Kara appears in your eyesight again, and you let out yet another sigh, holding back everything you actually would like to tell her.

“You know you look good in whatever.” You look back to your phone trying to ignore her. What are you doing here? Why does she even need you here for this?

“Oh, your date with William is tonight.” Alex comes back from the kitchen, beer in hand, handing you one that you gladly accept.

“Yes, cancel it for me?” Kara begs, both blouses still in hand. And you look at Alex, trying to refrain from rolling your eyes. It is good, though, that Alex is here and you feel less lonely in this fucked up situation Kara just put you in.

“No, I will not. And blue. Always go with the blue, you know that.” Alex says, sensing you do not want to judge Kara’s outfit anymore.

“I know, I know.” She looks at the blue blouse for a second. “Unless Y/N thinks otherwise.”

“Huh?” You raise your head at her, pretending you weren’t paying attention. “Well, I gave you my opinion before, you could wear a garbage bag and he would still have to worship the ground under you. So, you know, wear whatever.”

Alex throws herself on the couch next to you. “Yeah, what she said.”

“It’s been two and a half years since I went on a date-” Kara starts and you scoff, annoyed and exasperated.

You would disagree with that. You have taken her on several dates ever since. You guess she just forgot to count them.

“What if I forgot how to do it?” She asks, clearly in a crisis, and this time you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“You smile, and you laugh, and you reach for the check.” Alex explains like she is talking to a toddler, but you know this isn’t what Kara needs to hear right now.

“If it gets awkward, just call me, and I’ll come to the rescue.” You muse and she is so relieved with that option that she actually lets out a breath she was holding back with a satisfied smile.

Alex raises her eyebrow at you, shocked that you knew what her sister needed better than her. Soon she looks at her phone. “Oh, real emergency, I’ve gotta go. But you are in good hands.” She points at you on the couch. “Y/N here is the best in the biz.”

At helping her platonic lover to get ready for a date with someone else. That indeed you are. You give Kara two thumbs up awkwardly. Alex smiles at you, sensing your pain, then makes her way out.

“You know,” Kara turns to you when Alex leaves the apartment. “I could use your help with my hair. You’re so good at that, babe.”

“Sure.” You accept begrudgingly. Kara comes back with a hair brush and sits on the floor with her back turned at you.

You run your finger through her hair first, smelling her shampoo scent, delighted by her perfect smell. You breathe deep, displeased that she’s doing all of this for anyone else but you, but then- then you picture something else entirely.

You imagine your hands on her hair, pulling slowly, small happy sounds leaving her mouth, so full of wanting. All of that just for you. You imagine yourself on Kara’s lap, kissing her hot and heavy while her hands hold your waist, grounding you, keeping you as close as physically possible.

“Y/N.” She says your name breathy and passionate, making you weak on your knees. And you see love on her eyes, burning passion, electrifying and-

“Y/N.” Comes Kara's voice and you blink out of your imagination and into reality. “The brush.”

“Right.” You pick it up from her hand, brushing her hair as delicately as you possibly can. “Still nervous?” You try, not wanting to come back to your mind, knowing it’s very hard to when you have to return to reality.

“No. You’ll come to rescue me, right?” She throws her head back, laying on your lap and looking up to you, waiting for confirmation. You agree with your head. “And then we can come back here, and eat Chinese food, and watch the documentary about sharks that we’ve been meaning to.”

“You shouldn’t be planning for your date to go wrong.” You sigh.

Kara, the smartest and most amazing person you have ever met, can’t seem to understand that if she wants the date to be canceled, and if she’s planning to come back home with her friend, is because she doesn’t want this date to happen at all.

"What 's wrong?” Kara asks, noticing this is probably the hundredth time you’ve sigh in the past half an hour. She turns around, getting on her knees in front of you, one hand on each of your legs.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” You don’t want to think about it, it’s more accurate. And her position, shit, leaves margin to imagination.

Kara’s hand makes way to your face, as she cups your chin gently. “Babe, you’re my best friend, I want to know everything that’s going on with you.” She pleads, other hand going up your tights, and your knees buckle. “Please?”

“I’m just feeling low. It’s-it’s nothing.” You shrug, looking away from her inquisitive eyes. Kara holds your hand, squeezing it gently.

“Why?” She begs the answer out of you, wanting to make you feel better. But she’ll never understand.

“Just feeling alone. It’s not a big deal, Kara, really.” But she squeezes your hand once more, giving you an assuring smile.

“I’m with you. You’ll always have me. Best friends forever, right?” You breathe in her words, as painful as they are. She wants to be friends forever, well, you can think of something better.

“Right.” You agree with a closed-lips smile, as fake as any of this feels. “Now turn, this braid won’t do itself.”

She is reluctant, staring at your eyes looking for clues of how you truly feel. Can she see the scenarios you’re playing in your mind where she shows you how much you’re not alone by kissing your lips?

“Alright, well, I’m going on this date.” She turns around, sitting back down in front of you, and you make quick work of your hands to distract yourself. “But I’m coming back home to you.”

Just what you wanted. Not.

“No, no. Don’t worry about me, really.” You quickly finish her braid, tying her hair and patting her shoulder to indicate you’re done. “Just enjoy your date and make the most of it.”

“But-” Kara pouts, says nothing else.

“I’ve been meaning to do my laundry anyway.”

“On a Friday night?” She asks, in shock.

“My clothes don’t know what day of the week it is, Kara.” Your answer makes her chuckle, and she looks at you fondly.

“You know that you just need to say the word and I’ll cancel the whole thing to stay here with you, right?” You raise your eyebrow, wondering if she thinks this is normal behavior for ‘best friends’ to have. You agree with a smile.

“Stop using me as an excuse.” She opens her mouth to protest, but you don’t let her. “If you don’t want to go, just tell William. But if all of this is just because you’re scared of not knowing how to act, just pretend he is just a friend and you’ll be fine.”

She sighs. “You make it look so easy.”

“That’s because it’s supposed to be easy, Kara.” You admit, throwing your head back on the cushions, looking at the ceiling, not wanting to meet her eyes while you confess. “It’s supposed to feel like you’re about to meet your favorite person. You’re supposed to be feeling like you’re going to burst into flames just with the prospect of seeing the person you love. You’re supposed to be ecstatic, excited, relentless just by thinking of her-him,” you clear your throat, holding back the tears. “You should smile just by hearing the person’s name. And if-if William does nothing of the sorts for you, then yeah, I guess it’s hard.”

“Oh. That’s suddenly a lot of pressure for this first date.” It’s all Kara can say after your long and intense monologue. And you can only stare at the ceiling, scared to blink and crying the tears that are pooling your eyes. She says nothing for a while, and makes her way inside the bathroom to change. You breathe out, aggressively cleaning your eyes so you don’t cry, and make your way to the door.

“Have fun tonight.” You yell from the door, collecting your things from her apartment. Kara thanks you from inside the bathroom, and you yell a goodbye before going home.

Doing laundry was a flimsy excuse, but as you stare at the pile of dirty clothes on one side of your bedroom, you actually think it’s a good idea. You find one of Kara’s hoodies on the pile. Then the baggy t-shirt she usually wears when she stays over, and you’re almost sure you also found one of her underwear.

You bring the t-shirt to your face, breathing her in. It’s inevitable the way your mind works to just picture Kara in front of you. She is there, on a date with a boy, but at least you got her in your head, right?

At least in your head, she is right here. Kneeled in front of you, just like she did in her apartment. Her hand is going up your tights, while the other holds your chin just like she did a few hours ago. But then, she is turning your head to give her free access to your neck and you feel her warm lips on the hollow of your throat, sending spikes of excitement all over your body.

You swallow deep, picturing Kara showering your neck with kisses, nose brushing on your skin, her breath hot and uneven, warming the entire place. Her hands go up, up, up your tights.

And it feels so real, too real for your own sake. So tangible that when she places a kiss under your ear, you let out a moan from your mouth.

“Hey, the door was unlocked.” You hear and your eyes snap open so fast, while you throw Kara’s T-shirt as far away from you as possible. She walks in your bedroom, looking at the clothes at your feet. “I let myself in.”

“Yeah, I-I can see that.” You feel like you just caught doing something terribly wrong and filthy. But Kara doesn’t know, because it was all in your head. Right? Right. You swallow the lump on your throat, trying to breathe again. “How-how did the date go?”

“Well, I mean,” she sits next to you letting out a heavy breath. “I laughed, reached for the check, and I guess I had fun. He’s a good guy.”

You get up from your place next to her, picking up your laundry and throwing it in the basket, feeling too enraged by her words to feel comfortable next to her. “Mhm, yeah. The best.”

“But there was no excitement, no relentless feeling with the prospect of seeing him. No smile when I heard his name, and definitely no bursting into flames.” She sighs, throwing herself on your bed.

“I guess that’s your own fault,” You start and she snaps her head up to look at you. “for wearing the purple blouse instead of the blue one.”

She narrows her eyes, a smile playing on her lips. “Thought you said I would look great even if I wore a garbage bag.”

“Yeah, that’s on me. I mean, I have seen you in worse condition and still thought you looked fine.” You joke and she shows you her tongue, playfully.

“Chinese, sharks, and a sleepover?” It’s barely a suggestion or a request. She is just making sure, because who are you to deny her of anything? You could never.

“And laundry.” You point at the basket on your hands, using it to keep a safe distance from her.

“Oh.” Kara stands up, picking the basket from your hand, making her way to her discarded t-shirt on the other end of the room. “If dirty laundry is what’s keeping you away from me, allow me.”

She speeds out of your apartment, and not a minute later she makes her way back. “Doing laundry is fun.” Kara jokes, picking up her phone and ordering an absurd amount of food. She throws herself on your couch, feet up the coffee table, and as soon as she finds the remote, she turns the TV on. You stay still, uneased, scared of coming closer when your mind has been recently picturing things you should not think about your best friend.

“Are you going to stand there like a scarecrow or are you going to cuddle me on the couch like a normal human-being?” If cuddling Kara on your couch is normal human behavior, you wonder what’s abnormal from her perspective.

“Right.” You go sit on the couch, as far as you can possibly be, but Kara pulls you in a hug. She kisses your temple, hot and almost too sinful.

“As long as we have each other, we are never alone, baby.”

“Ye-yeah.” You agree, closing your eyes, imagining, dreaming, picturing. You can’t escape your own mind.

It’s chinese food, and a documentary about sharks, and cuddles on the couch, with hands holding body parts that best friends shouldn’t have access to. It’s getting ready for bed, side by side in the bathroom, toothbrushes standing tall next to each other on the cup, as if they belong together. It’s Kara having a favorite side on your bed -the one close to the window, in case of emergencies- and you respecting that because that’s her side even when she’s not here.

It’s laying down in a spooning position with less clothing than most friends would stand to not wear around each other, and sharing one single blanket.

But your mind, your mind is here but also not. You’re also creating, conjuring things that are not happening. You dream of kisses with toothpaste still on. And wandering hands. You fantasize of whispered ‘I love you’s’, and moans, and breathy names.

Kara holds your hand under the blanket. “What’s on your mind?” She whispers so softly, if the world wasn’t so quiet right now, you would have missed it.

You breathe out, knowing exactly what’s on your mind. She is sleeping right next to you, but she will never mess with you. And that breaks your heart every single time. “We forgot to take the clothes out of the washing machine.” You fake. “They’ll charge me extra for it.”

“Hm.” She turns around to look at you, so close you’re almost sharing the same pillow. “I could’ve sworn you were thinking of something else.”

“Like what?”

“Well,” Kara licks her lips, blue eyes dark by something else besides the lack of light. “the same thing I was, maybe.” Her hand goes up your arm, stroking it lightly and tender.

“And what’s that?”

Her hand travels up, up, from your arms, to your shoulder, to your neck. There’s no way she thinks this is normal ‘best friends’ behavior. If she does, then you think you need to evaluate all of her friendships.

But Kara breathes you in, swallows you whole with just one look. She opens her mouth to answer, and you only realize how extremely close she is when, by doing so, her lips brush on yours lightly. It’s not a kiss, but your heart beats enthusiastically, filled with anticipation and sheer desire.

“That at least I got you in my head.” She confesses, breath hot on your own agaped mouth. And you two are sharing more than just a breath. You’re sharing this moment, this eternity, this infinitude of moments.

“Kara.” You whine her name as if you’re begging, craving, aching for more.

“Y/N.” She breathes excited. Then her mouth is crashing into yours and your head is spinning.

You’re not in your head. This is happening, it’s real, it’s definitely palpable. Because your hands are everywhere, and her hands are everywhere. But your mouths and tongues are in the same place, and wow. Wow.

“Y/N. Y/N.” She smiles your name out of her lips and holy shit. Is this what you’ve been missing all along? Your mind is powerful, but it’s nothing compared to the reality of what’s happening. “You’re my favorite person.”

“Kara, God, I’m so in love with you. I can’t be stuck inside my head anymore.”

“Then be here, my love. Because I’m here, and I’m in love with you.”

Your mind is powerful and it keeps conjuring up scenarios where you and Kara are together. But the good thing about it now, is that you can just make it happen when you’re with her. And you shouldn’t forget real life is so much better than fantasy. Also, you should stop forgetting your laundry on the washing machine so often.

#kara x reader #kara danvers #supergirl #supergirl fanfiction #alex danvers

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jaynahh · 2 years

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Could you do Kazuha with teen sibling reader (15 or 16) that have two different colored eyes but is insecure Abt it? Thank you if you do that 😅

Kazuha and Teen!Sibling!Reader

Hm interesting request. Sorry it's short.

Strictly platonic.

Kazuha loves staring into your eyes.

Sometimes you catch him looking, so you averted your eyes to the floor, feeling insecure. Kazuha is heartbroken.

Whenever that happens, your brother hugs you, wrapping his arms around your waist. If you still feel insecure, he'll take one of his hands to cup your cheek, tell you how beautiful you are, and give you forhead kisses.

If you want eye contacts, Kazuha would hesitantly get them for you. He expresses how much he dislikes them, but let's you do whatever you want.

Here's a little scenario if you have a habit of looking down to hide your eyes.

You and your brother were walking around in the city. He was guiding you, since you weren't willing to look up. Kazuha suddenly stopped and took your hand in his. "Hey," He whispered.

You looked at his feet, refusing to make eye contact. "Hm?"

Your brother was infront of you now, still holding your hand. "Look." Curious, you looked at your hand. "What?"

He took your other hand aswell. "Look at me."

You lifted your head to look at Kazuha. Right when you made eye contact, he smiled. You questioned what he wanted, but all he responded with was that he was just making sure you were okay.

He just wants you to feel confident.

Kazuha thinks that if you're going to build up courage to hold your head up high, you have to start small.

So, he takes you out on nature walks, adventures, and seeing the sunset.

One evening, he helped you climb up a mountain to watch the sun go down and the moon rise.

Kazuha sat you down in the tall soft grass, facing the sunset.

You both stayed like that for a while, talking about random stuff. Kazuha then decided that he would rather look at you than at the horizon.

You caught him staring, and asked why he always does that. He bluntly responded with, "Your gaze makes me feel weak." You didn't understand why, so you gave him a curious eyebrow raise.

"It warms my heart, it calms me down. I can't get a breath of fresh air, even up high in these mountains, unless I'm with you." He crossed his legs, getting more comfortable.

You lost your voice, you didn't know what to say. You just stared at your brother, processing his kind words.

He chuckled. "Such a nice gaze to be on me," He whispered.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin platonic #genshin comfort #genshin angst #kazuha x reader #kazuha fluff #kazuha headcanons #kazuha comfort #genshin impact #genshin

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talesofesther · 2 years

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Safe haven

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: When a mission goes wrong, Nat is your safe haven.

Requested by anon: hi! just saw your requests are open and was wondering if you could possibly do something just really fluffy with nat comforting reader after a really hard mission with civilian causalities, and reader feels like she could’ve stopped it? and then nat holding us as we fall asleep? thank you! <3

A/N: The reader has powers here, although it's not really specified what they are, so you are free to imagine what you like most. Features a little platonic Tony x Reader moment. Hope it is to your liking anon <3.

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"Come on darling, let's get you inside." Tony's reassuring voice brought you back to reality as you exited the Avengers jet, his hands came to rest on both of your shoulders as he guided you inside the Compound.

His steady grip helped a little in making your mind focus on something else, and divert from the pain that you could feel practically in your whole body. You were drained, physically and mentally. There were cuts and scrapes all over you, a rather large wound on your leg, that even though wasn't deep was still making you limp. Your hands were shaking slightly, your skin was pale and your fingertips had blood stuck to them. You were exhausted, feeling like someone literally ripped away all your energy. That's what happens when you push yourself way over your limit, when you use all the power that's left on you and that's still not enough.

Finally reaching the main living room of the Compound, Tony turned you around to look you in the eyes, one hand still resting on your shoulder. "Hey, what you did there, it was brave, but also really dangerous and irresponsible." He said with as much of a reprimanding look as he could muster, still managing to show how worried he also was.

You let out a sigh but gave him a weak smile. "I'm sorry, but I had to try, you know that as well as I do."

His gaze turned to one of understanding, he saw a lot of himself in you and that scared him, you had become one of the few people he truly cared about. "I know, but you're no good to other people if you burn yourself out."

Tony's eyes focused on something behind you and a mixture between a smirk and a genuinely happy smile graced his face. "I'll leave you on her capable hands now, pass by on my lab once you've rested up so I can run some tests, just to be sure." With a wink and a pat on your shoulder, he was gone before you could answer.

Turning around you were only able to see Natasha quickly walking the last few steps in your direction before she enveloped you in a warm hug. "я волновался." Her voice was soft but you could still hear the mix of desperation and relief, her hands were securely around you, her face buried on your shoulder.

Your Russian was not that good but you could make out the word 'worried' in there somewhere. You knew Natasha sometimes involuntarily let her native language slip out when her feelings were a bit overwhelming, you thought it was adorable.

Feeling her body pressed against yours simply made you melt, she felt warm, strong, and safe. Her heavenly scent enveloped you in a feeling of coming home. Your hands closed around her waist and you held onto her like she was the one thing keeping you sane, and after a mission like that, Natasha and her comforting touch was all you were craving for the whole time. Your relationship was nearing the two-month mark, and already being in her arms was your favorite moment of the day.

Natasha pulled away and her hands came up to either side of your face, her touch careful and delicate on your cheeks. "When Tony reported back that things didn't go as planned, I thought..." Her words died in her mouth, still getting used to having this burst of feelings whenever she was near you.

Bringing your hand up to hold onto one of her own, you gave her a reassuring smile. "I'm okay Nat." But she could see the way your body felt too heavy for you to carry, she could feel how unsteady your hands were.

Natasha never thought she could feel this way about someone, that she would feel her heart constricting at the mere thought of you getting hurt, or feel her stomach turn in a pleasant way for anticipation of spending an afternoon with you. At first, she had buried those feelings away, love never did her right. But you were different, you made your way inside her heart anyway. And when your lips met for the first time, she knew those feelings were too strong for her to contain. It was a foreign path for her, still figuring out her way around you and everything that you made her feel, which was oh so much, but she loved it anyway.

Her thumb gingerly caressed your bruised cheek, her gaze held nothing but love and you could already feel your body relaxing, even if just slightly. She was all you needed.

"Let's clean up those cuts so you can rest, yeah?" Nat tugged at your hand and walked towards your room.

"you don't have to-" You tried to argue, not wanting to feel like a burden to her.

"I want to." Her soft words cut you off, she brought your hand up to her mouth and placed a soft kiss on your knuckles. "Let me take care of you."

You thought it was impossible for you to fall even more in love with her, but she was always proving you wrong.

The process of taking off your gear was a painful one, but Natasha was there to help. The water of the quick shower that you took stung on your bruises, but you insisted on taking one, the need to just wash off the blood and dirt was too much, and since your cuts were mostly superficial it was okay.

You let out a huge sigh of relief once you managed to put on a comfortable hoodie and shorts, sitting down on your bed and feeling the weight of what happened earlier on your shoulders.

Natasha sat down beside you, with rubbing alcohol and some bandages on her hands. With a gentle finger, she turned your head towards her and carefully cleaned your cuts to avoid infection, her bright eyes fixed intently on you only.

"Thank you for being here." Your voice was raspy but it held all the honesty in the world, if it wasn't for her, you would probably be losing your mind right now. Her presence always kept you grounded.

She smiled, placed a bandaid on one of your bruises, and planted a kiss right beside it after. "I always will be, as long as you promise to always come back to me." Natasha's eyes searched yours, her voice was serious yet pleading. I can't lose you.

Your eyes got a little teary, it's been a long day. "I promise. I just- I thought I could do it... I should have been stronger." Your last words were shaky and quiet, and your breathing started to quicken.

"I could have saved them if I just-" The words died in your mouth and you closed your eyes, the events replaying in your head. But two soft hands enveloping your face and wiping away your tears brought you back.

"Don't go down that rabbit hole, Y/N. Sometimes even we can't save everyone, it's hard, but it happens." With a light kiss on your lips, Nat brought your head to rest on her shoulder, burying her hand on your hair and massaging your scalp. "The important thing is that you tried, too hard even." She chuckled.

Natasha's other hand grabbed one of your own, she played with your fingers as she looked down. She saw the scratches and bruised skin. "You can't push yourself like that." Her voice was almost inaudible, she felt a little selfish in asking you that, but you were the most important person in her life.

"I'm sorry." That was all you could muster, because it was true. You were sorry for not being able to save everyone. But you were also sorry for risking not coming back to her. You vowed to never do that again, the thought of losing Natasha terrified you, and you knew for a fact she felt the same.

She squeezed your body against hers one last time before she moved to the bigger wound on your leg. You hissed at the pain every now and then but Natasha's gentle touch always calmed you. When everything was patched up and clean, you were finally able to lay down on your bed and let your body rest.

The room was already dark with only a soft moonlight providing light, and Natasha quickly laid down beside you on the bed, wrapping her arms around you protectively, your head came to rest on her shoulder as your hands clasped around her waist. You felt her fingers tracing random patterns on your back and her body press flush against yours, lulling you to sleep in the best possible way.

"I love you, you know that right?" Her words sent a much-welcomed warmth to your chest and you felt a smile on your lips. You hugged her tighter and placed a kiss on her collarbone.

"And I love you, so much."

Natasha gave you a kiss on the forehead, basking in your words and the feeling of having you in her arms.

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Thank you for reading this little story. Feedback and reblogs are very much appreciated. <3

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #marveledit #natasha romanoff #mcu #marvel #fluff #angst #imagine #fanfic #natasharomanoffedit #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff fanfic #my story

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Bee

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Stucky x Reader; platonic!uncle!Tony

Summary: Reader is teetering the edge of a slip when her buddies Sam and Clint are mean to her, daddy stucky to the rescue

Warnings: age regression, scary bees, bottle, pacifier, anxiety, a little violence, angry!Steve (not at you), mean!sam and mean!clint, I may have missed some, read at your own risk

Word count: 2.2K

A/N: I had fun with this one! I hope you like it!

Disclaimer for my blog!

Life with Bucky and Steve was great, you'd officially been together for about a year, and they'd been your daddies about half that time. You didn't always regress, just when the world got a little too big and you needed to leave it all behind. The avengers didn't know about your coping mechanism, at your own request, save for Tony who has programmed Friday to detect when you're little and were about to do something that babies shouldn't do, such as cooking or showering because babies makes messes and get hurt. It was something you'd kept private and to yourself for a long time, and it took months to feel comfortable enough to talk with Steve and Bucky about it. You weren't always feeling little, and had the capability of being a very vital part to the team, but on your days off, it was easy to find yourself slipping into that headspace.

That's how you got to sitting on the balcony, slowly slipping into that headspace after a difficult mission. You'd woken up between Steve and Bucky, crawling out of the bed quietly, not quite feeling small but you know it's coming. Clint and Sam find you outside, sunbathing and staring at the clouds. Sam is the first one to come outside, Clint following close behind.

"Mornin' sunshine," Sam sits next to you, Clint moving to the other side of you, relaxing in his seat, Sam holding out a glass to you, "want some lemonade? I know that coffee makes you jittery on your days off." You take the glass, smiling at the yellow straw poking up from the top, "Thank you! And a straw!" You twiddle with it gently, pulling it out to take a sip. "Gosh," your shoulders sag and your head leans back in ecstasy, "Clint's lemonade is the best, thank you." Clint pointedly looks at Sam, smug, "Why thank you Y/n, I'm blushing." Sam scoffs, "You wouldn't have even made it if I didn't beg!" Clint shrugs, "I made food," he looks to you, "speaking of," he has you a plate with a sausage and egg biscuit. You tentatively take it from him, "Oh thank you, are you sure?" Clint laughs, leaning back in his seat, "Yeah, honey, me and Sam already had some."

Once you finish your biscuit, you're back to staring at the pretty sky, sipping on your lemonade listening to Sam and Clint bicker back and forth. A bee comes out of nowhere, eliciting a small yelp from you and you're quickly standing from your seat. They're laughing, which hurt your feelings, the fear of the bee causing you to slip fully. You try to go inside but hear Sam speak to the AI, "Friday, lock patio doors under code Falcon," before you make it to the door. When you pull on it the door won't budge. "Sam," your voice is meek, "that's not funny," you whine and shake the door again, getting nervous over the buzzing around your lemonade on the table. "Friday, open the door." Clint laughs again, "It's just a bee, you've been shot before and you can't handle a bee?" A tear slips down your face, and you feel your heartbeat pick up.

You shake on the door, trying to get away from your mean friends, wiping a tear away, "Open the door Sam." He's laughing, he thinks this is funny, "It's just a bee, it'll be gone in a minute Y/n, it's fine." You shake the door more violently, and it's clear Sam wasn't going to open the door. You bring your hand to the bracelet that lays around your wrist, a fail safe if something is wrong, to immediately notify Steve and Bucky that you need them. You find the tiny sun charm, pressing the tiny button that notifies your daddies of your state of mind and that you're in trouble, different from the other charm, a moon, who notifies your boyfriends of an emergency.

Bucky is the first one to hear Friday, "Mr. Barnes, Mr. Rogers," he groans groggily, "Friday, it's too early for this, what is it?" Bucky reaches over to find just Steve, no tiny baby to love on as he hears Friday once more, "I am sorry Mr. Barnes, but it seems munchkin has requested your presence with signs of distress." Bucky's eyes snap open at the use of the programmed name for when you're in your little space, throwing the covers off and slapping Steve's shoulder. "Bucky, what the-" Steve stops when he realizes that Bucky is already out the door, he's quickly behind him, not bothering to put a shirt on, as Bucky hadn't.

"Friday, where is munchkin?" Bucky spits, FRIDAY speaking up once more, "Munchkin is on the patio with Mr. Wilson and Mr. Barton." Their brows crunch together in confusion, Steve finally speaking up on their way to the patio, sleep still heavy in his voice, "Is something wrong?" Bucky shrugs nervously, "Friday said she was showing signs of distress." The system speaks up once more, "That is correct. Munchkin's heart rate seems to be elevated and she is showing signs of high stress. She notified me by her emergency contact Sun Ray." At this, Bucky and Steve speed up, trying to get to you as quickly as possible.

The bee is still there, attracted not only to the lemonade, but the brightly colored pajamas keeping its attention as it flies back and forth between you and the lemonade. When it flies towards you, you hide in the corner of the patio, screaming, running to the other corner to hide from it when it follows you, a tear streaking down your face. Sam sees the stray tear, immediately his stomach sinking while you're piddling with your bracelet, ignoring the tears on your face, not hearing Sam when he stands and calls out gently, "Friday unlock the doors." Sam's in front of you, "Let's go inside, come on." When he reaches for you, you flinch back from him, causing his heart to break a little. You're now frantically pushing the button on your charm.

"Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes, munchkin has sent a distress call 13 times, up to 17, 23," and then they're at the doors to the patio, slinging them open.

Bucky takes in your appearance, you look afraid, tears freely streaming down your face, now surrounded by Clint and Sam, who are violently moved by Bucky. He's lifting you by your thighs, bringing them around his waist, glaring at Sam and Clint before carrying you inside. When you're back inside, feeling the rush of AC, you let loose, heavy thick tears falling with sobs. "Shhh my little bunny, I've got you."

Steve remains on the porch, staring at a shell shocked Sam and Clint, "What happened?" They shrug, "It was just a bee, we didn't know it would scare her so bad." Steve rolls his eyes at the men, following Bucky back to your room. When he gets there, you're straddling Bucky on the bed, hands tucked under you, fists balled up tightly, hiccuping sobs. "'S mean," Bucky is rubbing your back, shushing softly while you try to explain what happened, "wouldn't let me 'nside daddy, I try." More sobs erupt from you, Steve's brow furrowing, wondering what you meant.

"Friday, show me what happened with munchkin on the patio before Sun Ray was activated." He watches as the TV screen starts playing the scene, fury creeping up in his bones, while Bucky continued to console you, but matching the fire Steve has in his eyes. Steve saunters out of the room when the TV shuts off, heading straight for Sam and Clint. Bucky holds you closer when you whimper, "Oh doll, dada will be right back, he's just gonna go get you something to drink." You continue to sob, you refused to take your pacifier, dropping it out of your mouth every time he tried to put it in, sobs not allowing it to stay. "Baby baby baby, you're okay, that little bee isn't gonna getcha in here, only daddy." He tries to tickle you, but you just sob louder. He's thankful for the soundproof walls, knowing you don't like to draw attention.

Steve finds Sam and Clint in the common room with Nat and Tony. Tony stands when he sees Steve, anger on his face still shirtless. Steve comes up from behind Sam and Clint, grabbing their shirts roughly, pulling them up and off the couch, feet dangling a foot above the floor, turning them to face him. They're shouting, trying to get Steve to let go. Tony is trying to pull Sam away from him, Nat trying to hit his weak spots so he will drop Clint but he doesn't budge.

"Did you think it was funny?" Steve spits, bringing his face closer to theirs, "Did you? You think it was funny when she cried? Think it was funny when she screamed and pulled on the door? How would you feel huh? If someone laughed at you because you were scared? If your friends laughed at you?" Tony and Nat are confused, "Steve calm down, what happened?" Steve scowls, overpowering the men easily as he turns them around, still holding them in the air. "Friday, pull up the patio clip and my bedroom feed on the common room television."

"Voice identification confirmed. One moment." The video starts playing, but all they can hear are your sobs, not able to hear the small consoling your daddy is trying or the talk from the patio clip as it plays. "Is it still funny bird boy? Is it still funny when you know you're the reason she's like this? No? Good." Steve throws them down on the couch, Tony is furious, Nat is scolding them, and Steve's on his way into the kitchen.

Tony follows Steve after shutting off the video feed, Nat still scolding the two perpetrators. Steve is piddling around, heating up some milk in the microwave. "You okay man?" Tony asks, placing a hand on his back, when Steve glares at him Tony sighs. "Man you can't go back to her seething like this." Steve lets out a huff, "I've never wanted to throttle someone like I do right now." He grabs the milk from the microwave, mixing some hot chocolate power in it, something that frequently happens when you're having a very bad day. Tony hands Steve a bottle, hidden in a thin cabinet, only unlocked by four people in the tower; Uncle Tony, your daddies, and you. "She's your baby, and she hasn't stopped crying because her buddies were mean to her and she doesn't understand, if you go in there angry, she will think you're mad at her." Tony chides, Steve, resonating with Tony's words, takes a deep breath, filling up your bottle and continuing to shake it. "Want me to come cheer her up with you?" Steve sighs, "Let us calm her down a bit, get her feeling right and we'll play some games later yeah?" Tony starts to rummage through the fridge, "Have Friday notify me." Steve nods, leaving Tony and going back to his baby.

When he opens the door, you're still crying, but when Steve sits he pulls you into his lap, holding you like a baby and rocking you. "Shhh, it's okay baby, I know they were mean, but papa's here now. It's okay," he's rubbing your face gently, your sobs turned to weak whimpers. "That's it baby, you want some milk?" You nuzzle into his chest, Bucky taking a sip of the bottle making sure it's not too hot and gives it back to Steve. He holds the tip to your lips, you instantly wrap your lips around it and hum happily.

"There she is, sweet girl," his fingers tangle in your hair, massaging your scalp gently while Bucky rubs your legs with a feather light touch. You hiccup on the milk, Steve moving it away from you and wiping away a stray tear. Your fingers clutch around his shoulder, whining, "Papa." He coos at you, "Drinking too fast aren't we love?" You let out another whine, your bottom lip wobbling, "Pease papa." He traces your jawline before bringing the bottle back to your lips, "Slower, you hear me dove?" You nod gently, closing your eyes and continuing to drink the bottle.

You're teetering on the edge of sleep, Steve wiping away a drop of milk that finds its way to the corner of your mouth. He takes the bottle very carefully, stopping when you suck on it a little harder, trying to hold it in your mouth. "Bunny," Bucky's voice sings to you, "let daddy have that, okay?" Steve tries to pull it away again, this time with no fight, Bucky pressing your pacifier to your lips, which you take happily. He clips it to the top of your pajama shirt so if you drop it, it'll stay relatively within reach. "Friday, put on munchkins lullaby playlist."

Soft music starts playing through the room, bringing you all the way under, soft snores against Steves chest alerting them to your slumber. "Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes, Mr. Wilson and Mr. Barton are outside, requesting entrance." Bucky rolls his eyes as he slides back down into the bed, "Friday, decline entrance and leave us be to nap for an hour." Steve moves you to Bucky, your sleeping form habitually wrapping around him and his warmth. Steve huddles behind you, wrapping his arm over you and resting it on Bucky, rubbing small circles. "She's gonna be a handful today," Steve comments, letting Bucky know that he thinks today is going to be one of those days where you regress further than usual. "She's gonna have such a good time with Tony." Bucky laughs, his eyes flutter shut, "Don't count her daddies short."

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solaeter · 3 years

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—The One ft. Bonten! Mikey | NSFW

in which titles are still very much a pain in my ass so I’ll be using song titles from my music library even if they don’t relate to what i’m writing :kek: Still getting used to writing dirty content, so please be nice and any feedback is much much appreciated!! ♡

Warning[s]: explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, window sex, fingering if that counts as a warning xD, author-chan tried to write something sexy and it turned tendy, possible ooc - but that’s fine cause I will always live for soft content uwu, unedited because I live dangerously. If I missed anything or something needs to be added, lemme know and I’ll fix it ^^

Request Status: OPEN , I will write just about anything so please send something in if you want! ♡

Word Count: 2.3k

✦ Rules | ✦ Masterlist

After a long busy night mingling with more people than you would have preferred, you felt immediate relief stepping foot in the posh, far too expensive luxury suite Mikey had reserved for the next three nights.

Bonten was a part of a large, up and coming business that you paid no mind to. Whether it was legal or not, you didn't know or really care. You met so many snobbish individuals and ones who looked at you like you didn't belong. Which isn't wrong. Their judgmental glances had you nearly hiding behind Mikey who kept a protective hold on you all night, defending you without a second thought.

Your life was calm and simple. You had worked hard to get an education in Floriculture, owning a cute little business near your hometown selling a wide variety of flowers and other things. You made a name for yourself and enjoyed what you did. Flowers were your friends as silly as it sounded, but at least they didn't judge you from head to toe.

How did you end up at this event? It's simple really, you couldn't deny Mikey's request that you join him. He was a lost soul, far too gone for his own good and it broke your heart seeing how much he had changed since you last saw him. And you truly missed Mikey considering he was your first love, the one who took all your firsts and treasured them even to this day. So to spend a few nights with him was an easy choice. Perhaps even a little selfish as you clung onto old feelings that may not exist, but Mikey was very much in the same boat as you. He just hid it better than you.

"The view up here makes this worth it." You muse, standing at the large floor to ceiling window overlooking Japan and its ever bustling city. Seeing how small some things looked from up here left you in awe, mystified by the beauty. Stars twinkled in the sky and it seemed all to perfect, even more so when you felt a pair of arms snake around your waist and a chin rest on your shoulder.

"Nothing compares to you though, thank you for joining me." Mikey's tired voice is soft and your heart skips a beat at his charming words. He always knew how to woo you over, making you melt with little effort. It amazed you more that he treated you no differently than before despite how life changed both your fated paths.

"Of course, I wouldn't miss out on seeing you again." You admit rather quietly, eyes locking onto the city lights and how they glimmered so brightly. Mikey hums in agreement, his breath hot on your neck as lips brush along your soft skin, sending a chill down your back.

Peaceful silence settles between you both as he kisses your neck, trailing up to your ear before taking your earlobe between his teeth and nibbling just to feel you shiver and release a shaky breath. You were so easily wound up, affection of any sorts being your ultimate weakness. Mikey used to know how to make you crumple and perhaps he never forgot. You were his favorite, the one who taught him what actual love was that wasn't just platonic. And when he had to let you go, it hurt more than anything.

If Mikey had it his way, you'd never leave his side again. Your presence had this effect over him, twisting his bleak thoughts into ones that were more lively, less negative. Your aura did well in fighting off his darkness, it was so odd. One person shouldn't have that power, yet you did. Mikey's hands slipped down, fingertips fiddling with the hem of the dress he picked out for you. He didn't know where his mind was taking him, but all that screamed out at him was that he needed you.

“You’re so beautiful [Name],” Mikey breathes, nuzzling his head against yours while his hand slides between your legs and his fingers skim lightly over your clothed pussy. It felt like you didn’t know how to breathe anymore, not when your head spun in every which way. You exhale and grip the wrist that was slowly hiking your dress up. Not to stop him, but rather to just have something to hold onto. “Remind me why I let you go?” He asked, more to himself. The question lingered in his mind for ages and more so now that you were right before him, allowing him to touch you so intimately.

You bite your lip as Mikey circles your clit, the fabric of your panties rubbing into the bundle of nerves and making your eyes flutter shut. "Tell me why I should let you do this?" You retort on a shaky breath, earning a low chuckle and a bite on the neck, lips sucking to leave a pretty little mark. A claim that you were his, only his.

"You can't deny the spark between us baby, plus I'm crazy about you." Mikey slips past your panties, fingers sliding along your wet folds before two sink inside your hole, curling against your gummy walls and causing your back to arch as a moan spills from your parted lips. It wasn’t fair because he was right, so right. But you wanted to show a tiny, minuscule piece of resistance that quickly crumbles.

“Even though you’re the one who said we wouldn’t work?” You pant, the heat pooling in your lower stomach almost being too much to handle as Mikey works you toward your first orgasm. His fingers thrusted and curled so expertly inside you, knowing where to rub and how to have you unraveling in no time.

“I lied, never wanted to let you go.” He mumbles in your ear, pressing his growing election against your back while he nuzzles his face in your hair, inhaling your intoxicating scent. You were perfect, too perfect! He loved how your walls clamped around his fingers, sucking him in so deliciously. You were close and he knew it, so he moved a little faster and pressed the palm of his hand against your clit.

“S-Shit,” You stutter on a moan and come around Mikey’s fingers, juices gushing out of your hole and leaking down your legs as he continues to move inside you, working you through your orgasm. Your head was spinning and your thoughts were a jumbled mess, but you still whine when Mikey pulls out of you and shoves his fingers in your mouth.

“So beautiful,” Mikey murmurs, watching you through the reflection of the window. Your eyes were wide as you cleaned your juices off his fingers, sucking them all nice and slow. It nearly drove him mad and his cock twitched in his pants, desire overruling much of his rational thoughts. “Gonna make you mine again.”

You hum around Mikey's fingers, thighs squeezing together as he presses himself against your back while removing his fingers from your mouth. God you wanted to feel him inside you, stretching your walls in ways you haven't felt in so long. Reaching back, you palm his bulge and Mikey groans in your ear, lips returning to your neck to leave yet another pretty mark for all to see.

Mikey's hands travel down to your hips, fingers kneading the tender flesh through the fabric of your dress, a moan slipping past his lips when you move your hand and put it on the glass of the window. "Take me now," You breathe and bend slightly, ass rubbing against his erection, need heavy in your voice and how could Mikey deny you?

The idea of having you pressed against the spotless glass, high above Tokyo where if someone were to look up they'd see you being claimed by the most dangerous man in gang related history, had Mikey pushing you forward gently until your breasts pressed against the cool glass. He didn't care if you were naked or not, he just needed to be inside you before he lost his mind.

So he hiked up your dress, taking his bottom lip between his teeth when he saw the beautiful lace adorning your ass, your hips swaying slightly, almost teasingly as he made quick work of his pants, freeing his cock and pumping it a couple times. "I've thought about this moment more than I'd like to admit," Mikey says, grabbing a handful of your ass before pushing your panties to the side and admiring how fucking wet you were for him. The breeze makes you shiver and you look at him through the reflection of the window and your chest swells because not just anyone could see the great and mighty Mikey showing this side to himself. "how this pretty pussy should only belong to me." He adds, dragging the leaking tip of his cock along your slick folds, teasing at your entrance.

"M-Maybe if you don't leave me again–" You moan, eyes nearly crossing as Mikey slides inside you, stretching your gummy walls until he's bottomed out and gripping your hips like a vice, "Oh god.." You don't even finish what you're trying to say, instead you focus on how he drags his cock out and then slams back in. It felt heavenly, being stuffed again after quite some time. It felt even better knowing that you kept pressing against the cool glass each time he thrusted into you. Mikey knew your body like a book, the bulbous tip hitting your most delicate spot that had you seeing white and drool pooling at the corner of your lips.

Surely you looked ridiculous, or so you thought but Mikey would easily disagree. You were fucking angelic, a sight that was reserved for him and any fortunate soul curious enough to look up. Your moans sounded like music to his ears, a symphony only he could hear day after day. "so fuckin' perfect," Mikey groaned, reaching around to rub your clit, smiling to himself when your legs tremble and moans get louder.

You didn't have any coherent thoughts, they vanished into thin air and you just wanted to stay like this forever. Being fucked by the one man you truly loved– still love and relishing in how his cock felt so nice inside you. Heat pooled in your stomach, the coil that tightened daring to snap at any moment had you throw your head back, voice caught on a needy whimper. Mikey knew you were close, your cunt was so tight around him, clenching and sucking him in with each snap of his hips.

"Let go baby, I got you." Mikey coos, his own release nearing as he circled your clit a lil faster while his hips only stuttered for a moment. You just felt too good! He was surely about to lose himself and you cry out as the coil in your stomach snaps, legs quivering as you come hard around his cock.

Juices leak down your legs, mind numb and body coming down from a blissful high while Mikey chases his own release, forehead resting against your back as he suddenly stills with a low groan, hot spurts of cum painting your walls, filling you thoroughly.

Slumping against the window, you release a shaky breath when Mikey pulls out of you, hole dripping and clenching around nothing. Hands soon fumble with your dress, pulling it back down for the sake of decency before gently turning you and pulling you in for a hug. You didn't care about the mess between your legs or how you felt wobbly on your feet, Mikey treated you so delicately, lips peppering little kisses against your neck and it had your stomach fluttering as you let your mind wander.

"What does this mean for us?" You ask quietly, feeling a little tired but more curious. Not being one to sleep around or have flings, you hoped that this would be the start of something new, continuing where you both left off from all those years ago. Mikey hums, pulling away from you to meet your droopy, yet lust blown eyes. The corners of your lips quirk into a little smile, shooting straight through his heart.

"It means I'm never letting you go again." He says, reaching up to caress your cheek and you lean into his touch, eyes closing with a delighted sigh. Mikey was a fool to end things with you and even more lucky that you held onto feelings for him instead of turning him away with resentment. He took a chance asking you to join him and he's so, so glad he did.

"'M tired," You slur, everything hitting you at once and sleep sounded nicer by the second. Spending an entire evening enduring judgemental stares, listening to boring business propositions and ending the evening with your guts being rearranged, you'd say it was a nice night after all. Mikey smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead before leading you to the bed. Bath time would just have to wait.

He helps you get comfortable before nestling behind your body, arms snaking around your waist to keep your back pressed close against his front. You wanted to say something, across the lines that you loved him but when you go to speak your words are slurred and jumbled, incoherent as you fall asleep.

Mikey feels the hole in his heart fill with the all too familiar feeling of love and he knows that it's a dangerous game. He lost you once, lost ones he's cared for and now he was willing to let it all happen again. Except this time, Mikey refused to let you go. Or let anything happen to you. You completed him, the missing puzzle piece that turned his world upside down.

Burying his face into the crook of your neck, Mikey feels the grips of sleep start to pull him under. "I love you," he mumbles even though you can't hear him and lets himself fall into a peaceful slumber he hasn't had in forever.

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