#YES IT"S FLUFFY

[loakstahni]

Na'Vi? More like puppy.

Warnings⚠; smut, fuff, piv sex, unprotected sex, fingering, object use (reader gets fucked with highlighters), Virgin!reader, size difference (reader is 7'0 and teyam is 9'2), tail pulling, bit of kuru pulling, couch sex, best friends to lovers, modern au!

A/N; this is a collab with my mootie and bestie @quicktosimp, go give her all the love! She is the best and I am extremely thankful to have worked with her💕

Word count; 6'434👀

Modern!aged up! Neteyam x fem!snow na'vi reader!

It was around mid-afternoon by the time Neteyam got back to the dorm houses, making sure to kick His snow-covered shoes off at the door before unlocking the door and walking inside.

His keys jingle lightly as he sets them on the table beside the door, stretching his sore arms above his head before rounding up some clean clothes. He pads into the bathroom on the other side of the dorm room and shuts the door, starting up the shower. While waiting for the water to heat up, he undressed, finding a few furs from his roommate on his jeans. He smiles fondly, shaking his head before stepping into the hot water.

Once he had rinsed his braids and washed his body, paying extra attention to his shoulders and back, he rinsed off and dried himself with his favorite white, fluffy towel. He slips into his clean clothes, a loose pair of gray sweats and a simple black turtleneck.

Neteyam wanders back out into the main room, glancing at his roommate's bed. He flops himself onto the soft mattress, seeing a few clumps of white-gray fur puff up into the air before slowly landing back on the bed. He cocks his head to the side, ears twitching in interest. He sits up, fidgeting with the soft shedded fur. Neteyam sighed softly, rubbing the soft furs between his thumb and pointer finger, wondering what more of the fur would feel like, what it would smell like.

His ears flicker towards the sound of someone outside the door; he shrugs it off as nothing before turning his attention back to the soft fur between his fingers. his tail swaying slowly behind him as he brings the soft fuzz up to his nose, inhaling gently.

It wasn’t unusual for Neteyam to be on (Y/N)’s bed; in fact, it was to be expected. So when (Y/N) walked through the door, shaking the excessive snow stuck to her fur off, she knew to go straight to her bed. Pouncing on Neteyam into a hug.

“Hey Teyam! How was practice?” she chirped, rubbing her wet furn into his clothes.

A soft grunt leaves Neteyam as his hyper roommate lands on his back. He chuckles, slightly turning his head back to catch a glimpse of her fluffy face. “It was fine, a little more than normal, but fine.” he replied calmly, smiling gently.

(Y/N)’s face lit up, “I heard they were going to be working you guys harder! Since you’re supposed to be going against another school soon!” her tail waved back and forth in excitement.

“Yes, but I am sure we'll do fine in the compensation.” Neteyam hums. His skinny tail slowly started to curl around (Y/N)’s fluffy one, hoping she wouldn't notice.

“So, who are you guys going against? I know it won't be anyone from the north. None of us, Tundra or Arctic Na’vi, have used a bow before,” She questions, leaning her head onto Neteyam’s neck.

“I haven't been told who we are going against yet. but I promise you'll be the first to know.” he hums, his heartbeat picking up slightly. Trying his best to keep himself calm, the last thing He wanted was to make things awkward between him and his close friend. “What about you? anything new today,  sevin?” Neteyam asks, his voice soft.

“It snowed today!” (Y/N) practically yelled, “There are also several snow banks that I was able to go play in finally! There’s nothing like jumping into the perfect snow bank!” her tail increased in speed as it wagged.

“But I wished I could join you in archery,” (Y/N) pouted a little, “Seriously! But I can’t due to my hands! Have you ever tried to use a bow covered in fur? My fur bends out the bow! And then there’s my hands! Also covered in fur!” she laminated, fully flopping onto Neteyam’s lap dramatically, covering his turtle neck in her white and grey fur.

Neteyam chuckles fondly, his golden eyes locked onto her bright blue ones. “well, you could always shave your fur off. Remember when we were young, and Lo'ak and Spider shaved your fur off with my mother’s razor?” Neteyam laughs, his shoulders shaking slightly.

(Y/N) looked up at Neteyam with wide eyes, absolutely horrified, “Nope! Natta! Not happening again! I looked like a naked pa’li! Do you also remember how long it took to grow back? Or how long it took to clean up all the fur?”

Neteyam bites his lower lip slightly, holding back his laugh. “Yes, but a very cute naked pa’li.” He teases, ruffling her fluffy white hair.

“I wasn’t sure who was the most angry, my parents, ‘cause I got shaved or Tiri, 'cause we used all her razors,” she cocked her head to the side, leaning into Neteyam’s hand, “We also broke your dads.”

“Ah, yes.. sa'nok was pissed.” Neteyam chuckles, gently brushing his fingers against one of (Y/N)’s fluffy ears. Neteyam hooks his arms around (Y/N)’s tiny waist, standing up without a struggle and walking towards the kitchenette, setting her down on the sofa while grabbing water for himself and her before plopping down next to her. Handing the bottle to (Y/N). “So..sevin, may I touch your fur..?” Neteyam tilts his head slightly, heat rising to his face, making his cheeks flush a dark purple.

(Y/N) sat up, straddling Neteyam’s lap, “Sure, Teyam! I’ve missed having someone play with my fur!” her tail was back to wagging happily as she removed her top. Thick fur covers the expanse of her body, leaving everything hidden from sight.

Neteyam’s ears drooped slightly; the tips flushed red. “I..” his face flushed a brighter shade of purple. He forces himself to not look at (Y/N)’s chest; even if the fur hid her breasts, it still didn't feel right to look.

“I’ve missed having grooming days! Because of all the fur, we would help each other as a family! I’m really happy you asked Teyam!” (Y/N)’s smile was blinding as she spoke almost faster than her mouth could cooperate.

Neteyam nods slightly, moving a hand up and lightly running his fingers through the fur on her neck. His tail thumps against the couch as he brushes his fingers through the soft fur.

(Y/N) giggles lightly, “You’re gonna have to go harder than that, Teyam. I can’t feel anything through my fur!” she wiggles lightly.

“Do not... Say it like that...” Neteyam mumbles, scratching the skin underneath the fur on the nape of her neck. “It makes things sound weird..” he huffs, glancing at (Y/N)’s face.

“Like what? Why would that be weird?” (Y/N) mutters as she leans into Neteyam’s touch; a gentle purr starts to rumble through her from his touch.

“Never mind.” Neteyam shakes his head slightly, shiny braids swinging slightly. His eyes glance down at the swell of her breasts, covered by the fur but still visible. He forces his gaze away from her chest, looking at the wall behind her. His hand moves towards the top of (Y/N)’s neck, scratching gently.

(Y/N)’s purrs increase as Neteyam continues to scratch at her neck. She leans back more into his touch, wanting more, trusting him to hold her up. The thoughts from before had vanished.

Neteyam’s other hand held her up, keeping it flat on the small of (Y/N)’s back, his thumb brushing against the base of her fluffy tail. Neteyam leaned his head back against the couch, sighing softly to keep himself relaxed.

The brush against (Y/N)’s tail shot sparks through her body. Her eyes dilated as a held-back choked moan, not understanding the sensations, “Teyam?” she asked softly.

Neteyam’s ears perked straight up, his golden eyes flying open as he stared at her in disbelief. “I.. What’d I do..?” he sits up, moving his hands away from her body. Afraid he touched her too hard or pulled her fur without noticing.

(Y/N) was upset by the lack of touch now; even if she didn’t understand it, she liked it. “My tail Teyam. You pet my tail. I liked that?” It came out as more of a question as she wiggled impatiently.

“O-oh.. Right.. Sorry.” Neteyam mumbles, placing his hands around her small hips, slipping them around towards her tail, stroking the fur at the base while running his other hand along the length of her tail. “I thought I hurt you, sorry.

(Y/N) fell forward, rubbed her face into Neteyam’s neck, “Teyam.. Teyam!” she cried from the shocking pleasure, her tail lifting higher along her back.

Neteyam’s eyes widened, His pupils dilating. “Easy, sevin.. I got you..” Neteyam whispers, wrapping an arm around her while stroking the length of her tail. He felt heat start to pool in His lower belly, making his body feel hot.

“Teyam, it feels good?” she whines as she starts to rock her hips with Neteyam’s hand.

“I can tell..” Neteyam drops his face into (Y/N)’s neck, breathing her scent in deeply. The arm supporting her moved to hook behind her rear, squeezing her ass gently. “You smell... So much better than I thought..” He mumbles out, lightly tugging her tail. He felt dizzy off her scent, her pheromones driving him bonkers.

Deep in (Y/N)’s core, she felt something tighten, not understanding what it was, but warmth flooded between her legs, something she’d never felt before, “Teyam, what is it? I like it!” She whined, sniffing at Neteyam’s neck, liking the new scent she smelt from him.

“Not sure yet,” Neteyam hums, bringing his hand away from her tail for a moment. he cups (Y/N)’s chin, tilting her head slightly before leaning in and connecting his lips with hers.

Neteyam’s lips muffled the whine from when He let go of her tail. But (Y/N) was soon distracted by his lips, slotting her against his properly, as she reached around, threading her fingers into Neteyam’s hair.

The groan Neteyam let out was deep and rough, full of need. His eyes fluttered shut as He pressed his lips firmly against hers while his hand left her chin, slipping down to brush the longer parts of fur away from her breasts, exposing the soft, little globs of flush, covered in fur as well.

(Y/N) broke away, panting heavily, “What are you doing with my breasts, Teyam?” She asks, confused but trustingly, As the tight feeling from before loosened.

“You'll like it, I promise..” Neteyam said softly, cupping one of her breasts in his palms, gently brushing his thumb over her nipple before leaning his head down. He lightly licks his rough tongue over the little nub, sucking lightly while his other hand kneads at her right breast.

A shocked moan leaves (Y/N)’s lips as she pulls Neteyam closer. (Y/N) sat on Neteyam’s lap fully, as she enjoyed his touch, pulling on his braids. “I like it, Teyam,” She admits quietly, embarrassed as no one had seen her breasts before.

Neteyam hums in contentment, his tail wagging against the sofa. He lifts his head up slightly, pulling his turtleneck over his head and throwing it somewhere off the couch. He leans his head up, nibbling at her jaw before grabbing her tail again. “I've liked you for a while; you have no idea how happy you're making me right now..” he huffs, his voice low.

The moment Neteyam’s fingers touched her tail, (Y/N)’s tail flew up flush with her back as she pushed her hips back. In (Y/N)’s haze, she recognized His words; her heart sped up faster, this time from happiness, “Yes, Teyam, I’ve always loved you,” She admitted, rubbing her cheek into Neteyam’s neck: the glee and unfamiliar touch battling for dominance.

Neteyam gently moves around, carefully laying (Y/N)’s smaller body down onto the sofa. He bends over her body, gently nibbling at her right ear before he moves down, kissing her neck, even if it was just her fur he was kissing. Neteyam’s skinny tail curled around her fluffy thigh, both his hands placed on her hips.

“Teyam! You stopped again!” (Y/N) whined, disliking the lack of touch on her tail. The warmth between her legs was receding once again. In retaliation, she grabbed Neteyam’s tail, gently tugging it while flicking at the soft tip.

Neteyam’s hips involuntarily buck against her as she grabs his tail, his head drops down slightly, a low moan falling from his lips. “Sorry, syulang..” Neteyam mumbles out, sitting back on his knees, gently tugging at her tail again before gently sliding his hands along her legs, gently hooking thumbs underneath the waistband of her pants.

(Y/N) sat up, lifting her hips for Neteyam. As she settled down, her back was to the main part of the couch, and Neteyam was kneeling between her legs; if it weren't for her thick fur, she would be a blushing red mess. “Teyam, I’ve never played down there before…” (Y/N) whispered nervously.

Neteyam's ears perk up, and he nods lightly, gently tugging her pants off her legs. “You've never touched yourself...?” He asks with a head tilt. He glances down at her thighs, spotting her light blue panties. “Why not..? If you don't mind me asking.” Neteyam asks once more.

She looked away, unable to meet his eyes, “Too much fur. Every time I’ve tried, I can’t find anything…”

“We'll fix that now, won't we...?” Neteyam gently lifts her hips upwards, pulling her panties down and setting them on the floor. His mouth fills with drool as he gently parts her legs open, having a hard time seeing her slit until he parts some fur out of the way; finding her tight, little slit, and little nub. “Found it, syulang.” He hums.

(Y/N) shifts as she feels Neteyam’s eyes on her open slit. Her core dripping from his attention, “How do you play with it?” Her voice was meek as She watched Neteyam.

Neteyam gently guides one of her hands down, placing her middle and pointer fingers over her own clit. “Feel that..? Rub it slowly,” Neteyam said with a gentle smile, patting her inner thigh.

Uncertain (Y/N) does as Neteyam says, rubbing Her fingers over Her clit, (Y/N)’s throws her head back as she moans unashamed. Her fur became wet from the amount of slick She was producing, rolling her hips into the touch.

“There you go, keep touching yourself; I gotta open you up,” Neteyam said, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead before gently gathering the slick at (Y/N)’s entrance, coating his middle finger before carefully easing just half of his finger in, feeling just how tiny and tight she was.

(Y/N)’s legs closed as she winced, “Teyam, it burns,” fire flowed through her cunt, as Neteyam’s finger tried to make its way inside.

Neteyam pulls his finger out of her, looking down at her little cunt. “I'm sorry, love.” He said gently, sitting up as he glanced around slightly. Reaching towards the highlighter on the coffee table before glancing back at (Y/N).

Spotting what Neteyam was looking at (Y/N) became confused, “My highlighters? What do you need those for?”

“If my fingers are too big for you, maybe this is small enough..?” Neteyam said, bringing one highlighter up to his mouth slicking it up with his spit.

As Neteyam covered the highlighter in his spit, he used his other hand to gently spread (Y/N)’s legs apart again, giving him room to work. Once the highlighter was slick enough for Neteyam, he slowly brought it to (Y/N)’s slit, feeling the end up and down, pressing over her clit before gently sliding it in. The highlighter slipped in much easier than his finger did, so he slowly slid it in and out.

Neteyam’s eyes were locked on (Y/N)’s face, watching for any signs of discomfort or pain. He made sure he was gentle, sliding the highlighter in and out of her tiny slit carefully.

The highlighter was painless, but (Y/N) was unused to the sensation of being filled by anything, her brows furrowed in confusion. Recognizing her expression, Neteyam brought his other hand to her clit, his thumb slowly rubbing circles in time with the highlighter.

A gasp leaves (Y/N)’s mouth as she’s assaulted by the simulations.

Neteyam’s thumb rubs her clit more, working on thrusting the highlighter in and out of her more. Still being careful not to hurt her. “Does it feel good...?” He asks, tilting his head to the side.

“Yes,” (Y/N) moaned, starting to enjoy the sensations more.

Noticing that (Y/N) was taking the highlighter well, Neteyam let go of the highlighter inside her, leaving it there before turning to grab two more.

Neteyam turns back towards her, slicking up a second highlighter before carefully pushing it inside alongside the first one.

“Oh!” (Y/N) exclaimed, surprised by the new addition. The second marker caused more of a stretch, pleasantly filling her more. She lifted herself up onto her elbows, looking down at Neteyam, “How many more are there?” She asks, as her slit throbs.

“One more, syulang. Then I think you can take my fingers... And maybe then my cock..?” Neteyam teases, sliding both highlighters in and out of her little cunt. His tail curls around his fuzzy ankle, the fluffy tip brushing against her foot.

In Neteyam’s hand, only the green highlighter was left, meaning the pink and yellow ones were inside her. (Y/N) clenched around them as she watched them slide in and out of her. “Your cock? I haven’t seen one before,” her face flushed as Neteyam angled the markers into her g-spot. Her toes flexed, and her legs shook.

“You will like it once you see it,” Neteyam promises, his ears swiveling forward as he takes note of her sudden change in body language. “You gonna cum for me? Huh, sevin syulang?” He hums, starting to push the green highlighter inside her along with the pink and yellow one.

The sight was lewd; even though the highlighters were thin, the three of them out together in her tiny cunt was obscene. Each of them pulled her entrance taunt, as the bright colors couldn’t be missed. It was like a target right for her weeping cunt.

“Cum? What do you mean cum?” Her voice rose in pitch as something in her belly tightened again, stronger than before.

Neteyam chuckles gently, rubbing her clit a bit harder. “Deep breath, you're doing a great job. Let it happen.” Neteyam coos, leaning over and pressing his forehead against hers.

She shook her head from side to side as she continuously clenched around the highlighters, the coil tightening with nowhere to go, “Teyam! It’s getting stronger! I don’t know what it is! Teyam! Teyam!” She screamed her release as the coil snapped. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her as she continued to shout her release. Slick gushing from her cunt and over the couch and Neteyam.

“Good job… there you go, sweet girl..” Neteyam coos, pressing a few tender kisses to (Y/N)’s forehead. He carefully pulls the highlighters out of her, his ears twitching at the squelching sound.

(Y/N) flinched from the additional pleasure, as she had already cum once, her bleary eyes tried to focus on Neteyam, watching as he placed the highlighters into his mouth, sucking her slick off of them.

“Teyam? What are you doing? That’s gross!” (Y/N) tiredly exclaimed.

“It's not gross, it's delicious..” He smirks, tossing the highlighters off the couch before sitting back on his knees. He places his hand on her thigh, parting her legs a bit more before prodding at her soaked entrance with two of his fingers.

“How can that be delicious? It was inside- Oh fuck!” (Y/N)’s thoughts were cut off as Neteyam slipped two fingers inside her. Wiggling them around, feeling her gummy walls.

(Y/N) tried to close her legs from the oversensitivity, only succeeding in trapping Neteyam’s face between her legs.

Neteyam sits up a bit, spreading her legs open again. “Shhh.. I know, relax. I got you, syulang..” Neteyam soothes, hooking his two fingers upwards before scissoring his fingers apart.

(Y/N)’s eyes screwed shut as Neteyam continued on. Her pussy had never been stretched that far before, let alone feel the pleasures that Neteyam brings her. Each curl and spread of his fingers caused her to shake even more as she writhed in place. Unable to move out of Neteyam’s grip.

Neteyam gently kisses the tip of (Y/N)’s nose, pushing his fingers until they hit the last knuckle. “Look at how well you're doing, little one..” He coos against her ear.

“Teyam, it’s too much! It’s so big!” Tears sprung in her eyes, one slowly trailing down her face.

The same coil from before was tightening again, and she didn’t know if she could take it.

“No, no, no... It's ok..” Neteyam gently cups the side of (Y/N)’s face, gently pulling his fingers out of her slit.

(Y/N) can’t stop the whine as his fingers left her slit; as much as it overwhelmed her, she couldn’t help but be disappointed about the emptiness. Another whine leaves her, this one more frustrated as it seems like she couldn’t figure out what she wants or needs.

“Do you want me to keep going, syulang..?” Neteyam asks gently, cupping her cheek gently.

“Yes? No? I don’t know, Teyam!” Her words were sharp from her frustration, but there was something she did know she wanted, “Kiss me? Please?” She asked him softly.

“Of course, sweet syulang..” Neteyam leans down, pressing a soft and tender kiss to her lips. Gently rubbing her inner thigh.

(Y/N) gently reached up and cupped his face as she leaned into the kiss. The gentle kiss comforted her, leaving her feeling protected. Feeling bold, she remembers reading something once about kissing. Hesitantly, she bites Neteyam’s bottom lip gently before letting go.

Neteyam groans softly, nibbling on her bottom lip before slipping his tongue into her mouth, his tongue wiggling around with hers.

A soft sigh leaves her nose as their tongues intertwine, their breaths synchronizing together as they parted briefly, only to rejoin each other. (Y/N) was unfamiliar with the taste on Neteyam’s tongue, not realizing that it was her own slick she was tasting.

Neteyam breaks the kiss, tipping her chin upwards and biting on her neck gently. “Do you want me to touch you again..?” He asks gently.

Much calmer this time, (Y/N) notices that the overwhelming pleasure has died down to a steady thrum instead of the electric shocks flowing through her, “Yes, please.”

Neteyam gently brushes his finger against her clit before slipping one finger inside her entrance, curling it upwards.

This moan was softer and deeper; this time, the feeling was expected. Letting her enjoy the feelings more, but it still left an ache. The need to be filled more.

Neteyam gently pushes a second finger inside her, being a lot slower and gentler now. “Does that feel good...?” He coos gently, rubbing his cheek against (Y/N)’s.

“Yes, Teyam. It feels good!” Her whines were sweet as she leaned up and licked the shell of Neteyam’s ear, gently biting down and pulling on it before letting go and nipping at his neck.

“Good girl…” Neteyam praised, slowly scissoring his two fingers apart. “You're so tight and wet for me…” He purrs, nuzzling her cheek.

Even after being stretched from before, Neteyam could barely comprehend how tight she was as her walls gripped at his finger, trying to suck them in deeper.

“I’m doing good, Teyam?” Her bright blue eyes searched for his, wide and begging.

“Yes.. You're doing so well, ma syulang..” Neteyam purrs, gently stroking his fingers along her inner walls.

(Y/N) tightens around Neteyam’s fingers as his words bring warmth to her slit; she wiggles happily, even as the coil slowly builds.

“Do you think you can handle a third finger?” Neteyam asks gently, nuzzling his cat-like nose into her neck. His fingers steadily pumping in and out of her soaked pussy.

Nervously (Y/N) nods; each of Neteyam’s fingers were thick and strong from years of archery practice, and she wonders if another one will fit.

“Deep breaths,” Neteyam hums, gently pressing his third finger against her already stretched opening. Neteyam carefully pushes his last finger inside her, gently curling it upwards.

“Oh fuck, Teyam!” (Y/N) yipped, the stretch slightly burned, making the pleasure all the more intense.

“Yeah.. Tell me how much you like it, syulang. Let me hear you..” Neteyam purrs, nipping gently on the tip of her left ear, all three of his fingers pumping in and out of her steadily.

“It’s good! It feels so big, Teyam!”  (Y/N) whined as the pleasure started to cover the burning pain.

“Good girl..” Neteyam coos, peppering kisses all over (Y/N)’s face and down her neck. Gently brushing his thumb over her clit.

(Y/N) jumped at her clit being played with, electric-like pleasure shooting through her body, “Teyam!” She cried as her legs started to shake.

Neteyam curls his three fingers upwards, brushing them over her sensitive inner walls. Increasing the pressure on (Y/N)’s clit as well. “You gonna cum for me, huh, little one?” Neteyam cocks his head to the side, his braids falling over his shoulders.

“Y-yes,” (Y/N) threw her head back as her walls started to milk Neteyam’s fingers, eagerly chasing the sensations.

Neteyam hums, pumping his fingers in and out of (Y/N)’s tiny cunt, gently tugging her tail with his free hand, wanting to help pull her over the edge quicker.

“Ah-ah-ahhhhh!” (Y/N) screamed her release, her slick gushing out of her tiny hole, the pleasure of her pussy being played with, and the teasing of her tail too much.

(Y/N) continues to roll her hips, chasing the lingering feeling.

“There we go.. good girl, yawne.” Neteyam slowly pulls his fingers from her cunt, licking her arousal from his fingers before he leans up and presses his lips against hers, swiping his tongue against hers. Allowing (Y/N) to taste her own arousal.

(Y/N) couldn’t stop the moan that left her lips, the slight humiliation from tasting herself on Neteyam’s tongue building her arousal all over again. Slowly (Y/N) wrapped her legs around Neteyam’s waist, pulling him closer to her slit.

Neteyam chuckles gently against her lips; he pulls back slightly, tugging his sweatpants down his thighs and throwing them on the floor, his boxers following soon after. His protective slit was dripping pre already, the tip of his cock peeking out from inside. “You sure you can handle my osìn, yawne?” He cocks his head to the side, golden eyes blown wide with lust.

(Y/N) looked at his slit, seeing just the head peeking out, it was bulbous, and next to her hole, it was obscene, “I want it, Teyam,” She whispered, unsure if she could actually take it.

“Wanna help me out first, then, love?” Neteyam hums gently, taking one of her smaller hands in his own and guiding it down to his slit.

(Y/N) nods her head as she gently touches his slit; it is warm to the touch and easily parted for her fingers, making more room for his cock to slip out. Her fingers traveled lower, brushing against the tip of his cock, and with her small hand, she reached several fingers inside his slit, urging his dick to come out.

Neteyam’s eyes fluttered shut in bliss; he gently squeezed her thigh to ground himself. His cock slowly slipped out, already hard and dripping pre. “that's it, yawne..” He purrs.

Neteyam’s cock was long and thick in her hands; her hand couldn’t fully wrap around the girth of his cock, as it stood to attention. Hard and throbbing in her hands.

Neteyam's golden eyes fluttered open, locking on (Y/N)’s face. His eyes were lidded and full of lust. “You sure you want this, love..?” He asks gently.

“Please, Teyam, I want it,” (Y/N) whispered, ready to give Neteyam her virginity.

Neteyam nods softly, grabbing one of the couch pillows and gently setting it underneath (Y/N)’s hips. “Ok, I'll be as flrr as I can.” Neteyam mumbles, gently bending over her body, the tip of his length nudging at her clit.

Neteyam’s thick tip bumps into (Y/N) entrance, the tiny hole dwarfed by the size of his cock. A small whimper passed (Y/N)’s lips as the reality sunk in, but it didn’t stop her want or need for Neteyam.

“Shh.. I got you..” Neteyam nuzzles his nose into the side of (Y/N)’s face, a soft purr rumbling through his throat, trying his best to soothe her.

He angles his hips, lining his thick tip up with her tiny entrance before he slowly pushes forward. His tip barely fit even after all the stretching beforehand.

(Y/N) yelped as it pushed inside her, the tip resting just past her entrance, and just that was immense. The thick tip, spreading (Y/N) wider than an arctic Na’vi, is meant to take. Her tiny cunt, stretched far past its limits. (Y/N) rests a hand on Neteyam’s chest, urging him to still and wait for her.

Neteyam gently strokes the fur on (Y/N)’s thigh, pressing his forehead against hers. “You're doing so well, Yawntutsyìp..” He praises, his eyes locked on her face, watching for any more signs of pain or discomfort.

(Y/N) can’t stop herself from clenching around Neteyam’s tip, the thick head simply resting there, as her body struggled to adjust. (Y/N) was always thankful that Neteyam was such a sweet and thoughtful man.

“Slowly, Teyam,” She whispered.

“You sure..? We can wait longer...?” Neteyam lifts his head up slightly, his ears swiveled forward, and his eyes locked on (Y/N)’s.

“I’m sure… Just please be gentle,” (Y/N)’s bright blue eyes meet Neteyam’s, filled with trust.

“Ok, love..” Neteyam nodded gently; he slowly pushed his hips forward more. Slowly his hard length stretches more of (Y/N)’s little cunt open.

(Y/N) whimpers as he slides deeper into her cunt, forcing her inner walls to make room for him, shaping her to the form of his cock. From this day forth, (Y/N)’s cunt will only fit Neteyam's cock.

Neteyam pushes forwards until his pelvis is flush with (Y/N)’s, his cock resting, snuggling inside her little slit, fully bottoming out.

“Fuck Yawntutsyìp.. You're so tight for me..” he groans softly, pressing his forehead against hers again.

Neteyam’s cock came with the feeling of fullness; slight sparks of pain fluttered through (Y/N)’s pussy, but the longer he stayed inside, the more the pain faded, leaving (Y/N) feeling whole and complete.

“Big, Teyam, you’re really big,” (Y/N) moans, wrapping her arms around his neck and threading her fingers through his braids.

Neteyam groans softly, dropping his head into her shoulder. Relishing in the feeling of her tightness. “You feel so good around me, syulang..” He purrs out, holding himself still for now.

(Y/N) rhythmically squeezed Neteyam’s cock, as she adjusted to his size, “You can move now,” (Y/N) rested her head on top of Neteyam’s, holding him closer to her.

Neteyam simply nods, withdrawing his hips until half of his length remains before gently pushing forward again, building up a steady and slow pace.  

Neteyam's hands held her hips gently, his face pressed into the side of her neck. (Y/N) held him close as her heels dug into the small of his back, trying to force him back in.

“Teyam, you’re inside me… it feels good,” (Y/N) moaned as he continued to thrust into her gently.

Neteyam grunts softly, continuing his slow and steady pace. Not wanting to risk hurting her at all. “Mhm.. Such a pretty girl for me..” He mumbles against (Y/N)’s fluffy neck.

(Y/N)’s tail starts to wag at the praise, all the while moaning from the pleasure; she tries to curl herself impossibly closer, wanting to touch every part of Neteyam, whining when she is unsuccessful.

“Careful, syulang..” Neteyam mumbled gently, gently laying on top of her, his chest pressed into hers even if it meant having to arch his back awkwardly.

“Ohhh,” (Y/N) purred, comforted by the touch, her chest rumbling in a purr, “More Teyam, please,” She used her feet to push on his back to urge him faster.

“I don't want to hurt you, small thing..” Neteyam mumbles, brushing his hand through her fluffy white hair. His hips still moving slowly.

“Please, Neteyam, I can take it,” (Y/N) pleaded, moving her hips, chasing the pleasure herself.

Neteyam grunts softly, a low growl rumbling in his throat. He pulls his hips back, leaving just his tip inside her stretched cunt before pushing forwards again, picking up the pace of his thrusting. Angling his hips upwards slightly, searching for (Y/N)’s sweet spot.

“Fuck!” (Y/N) cried as her pussy was taken thoroughly, her spongy insides taking the brunt of Neteyam’s thrusts, “Please, Neteyam! More!” She cried again as her legs tightened around him even more.

Neteyam groans deeply, his large hands holding onto (Y/N)’s hips. “Needy little thing..” He whispers into her ear, nibbling on the end.

Neteyam’s hips shove into hers at a slightly rougher pace, each thrust pushing his cock deep. His tip kissing (Y/N)’s cervix.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck!” (Y/n) shook her head from side to side as the pleasure overwhelmed her; her most intimate place was being ravished by Neteyam. Her cervix soon became tender from the constant pounding it was taking.

Neteyam switched between grinding his hips against hers and thrusting into her; his tail curled around (Y/n)’s fluffy tail. “You look so pretty, taking my osìn like a good girl..” He grunts out, pressing his lips against hers in a messy kiss.

(Y/N) leans into the kiss as they wrap around each other completely, their tongues meeting in the open air before their lips sealed together. They both tried to breathe through their noses, unwilling to let go of the other's lips as they moaned in tandem.

Neteyam moans against her lips, feeling heat start to bubble in his lower belly and core. He snaps his hips against (Y/n)’s, drawing lewd squelching from in between them. Neteyam’s thrusts became deeper, forcing her to take his hard length deeper until a bulge in her lower belly formed underneath her fur.

(Y/N) squirmed and whined as she takes Neteyam’s cock, a deep coil stronger than before was building. The sound of flesh meeting her fur was loud, ringing throughout the dorm room as they both near their release.

Neteyam reaches a hand down, circling his middle and pointer fingers around her little clit. “Gonna cum for me..? Huh, pretty girl..? Keep squeezing me; feels so good…” Neteyam moans into her ear, his cock starting to throb as he nears his own orgasm.

(Y/N) squealed as Neteyam played with her clit, as she spasmed around Neteyam’s length, grabbing into his braids for leverage while accidentally grabbing his kuru and pulling.

Neteyam’s body tenses up, his eyes rolling back into his head and his jaw dropping open. “F-fuck Yawntutsyìp!” He gasped sharply; the feeling of her hand grabbing his kuru and pulling sent Electric shocks up and down his spine, making his brain tingle. “Oh- fuck.. ‘M gonna cum..” He warns, his thrusting growing sloppy.

“Cum! Cum! Teyam! Cum inside me; I want your cum, please!” (Y/N) begged as her core was tight, her walls already attempting to milk his cum deep inside her.

Neteyam’s cock throbs a few times before his hips; still, he throws his head back, gripping the sofa cushion tightly as he empties himself inside her little cunt. Muttering, Na'Vi curses under his breath.

“Neteyam!” (Y/N) screams, using Neteyam kuru as a tether, bringing him into a deep kiss as she cum around his cock, Milking him, drawing his cum deeper inside her.

Neteyam’s hips jerk against hers as she grabs his kuru again, and he whines against her lips. His cock throbbed again, squirting the last of his cum inside her, some dribbling out around his cock.

(Y/N) whines, unhappy that Neteyam’s cum is leaving her slit, wanting it all inside, and also slightly irritated at the feeling of it in her fur, “Stay, Neteyam,” she asks, brushing his lips against hers, not letting him leave her.

Neteyam pants heavily, gently resting his head against hers, soothing his hand over her side. He stayed still like she asked, his body still tingling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. “Nga yawne lu oer.. My (Y/n)..” He breathes out.

“Nga yawne lu oer, Teyam,” (Y/N) whispers as she urges Neteyam to become more comfortable, having him lay on his back while she lays on top of him, never letting him leave her cunt.

Neteyam wraps his arms around her middle, tugging her closer. “Nga yawne lu oer more,” he chuckles gently, petting her back. His skinny tail curling around her fluffy one.

(Y/N) hummed in return, too sleepy to say anything, simply basking in Neteyam’s presence.

Neteyam nuzzles his nose into (Y/N)’s hairline, a deep purr rumbling in his chest, making his chest vibrate. “(Y/N)? “ he gently cups her cheek, brushing his thumb over the soft fur there.

(Y/N) hums in response, showing she was still awake but happily stated, as he leaned into Neteyam’s touch.

“Date me,” Neteyam mumbles, his ears drooping slightly at the boldness of his voice.

She looks up at him, her eyes drowsy, as a large smile covers her face, “mmmhmm,” She agrees sleepily but joyfully.

Neteyam smiles happily, nuzzling his forehead against hers, his tail slowly wagging against the sofa. He relaxes with her, starting to grow drowsy himself. “I love you..” He mumbles before drifting off, snuggled up and purring against (Y/N).

The two of them were asleep seconds after, happily resting in each other's arms.

[evans23]

Always and forever

Pairing : Sinclair x Reader OC

Summary : You’re sick and Sinclair takes care of you.

Tag(s)/Warning(s) : fluffy puppy Sinclair ❤️

A/N: Hello dear 😁 Hope you will enjoy the best boyfriend a girl could wish for ! No time to proofread but don't hesitate to point out any too obvious mistake.

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You had begun to cough yesterday afternoon but you were so sure it was nothing. You helped your colleagues to reorganise the library of the school where you worked. You thought it was probably all the dust you had inhaled but this morning your throat was aching, your head was pounding, your eyes were swollen and you were cold. Atrociously cold. You turned over, spreading your arm in the hope of hugging your husband but all your hand met was the mattress sheet.

You whined, disappointed to not find some relief in his arms before realising that if Sinclair wasn’t near you anymore, then you had better wake up and rush or you’d be late for work.

You jumped off the bed and walked briskly to the bathroom where you could hear the shower running down. Sinclair was still doing his morning routine, so you weren’t as late as you thought. 

He smiled at you Wilde going out of the shower, wrapping himself in a plushy towel. You tried to smile back to him but you lamentably failed, your eyes fighting against your strong will to keep them open.

“I forgot to set off my alarm,” you said with a hoarse voice. “And you didn’t wake me up,” you added with a cute pout on your lips.

Sinclair chuckled at your theatric acting. He leant on and his lips brushed your forehead. Normally, you woke up together, and took a morning shower together, when you were ahead of your time you indulged yourselves with a quickie in the shower, and then you wandered about your feminine routine which consisted of doing your hair, moisturised your face and put a good amount of sunscreen on your fragile face. No makeup, not since Sinclair told you how beautiful you were with your bare face and that beautiful face of yours.

During this long preparation time, Sinclair ate his breakfast and then he drove you to your work, even though you had already told him it didn’t bother you to take the tube, he definitely couldn’t let you be in the midst of the hot and stinky train when he could drive you there as the school where you were an English teacher was only at 15 minutes from his workplace. As you finished working around 4.30 in the afternoon, you walked every day to his place and waited for him either at the little cafe in front of his building or, when you knew he didn’t have any meetings, you went up to his office where you read or did your teacher stuff while he was working. 

Sometimes, he couldn’t finish work as usual and you had to wait until late in the early evening to go home with him but you didn’t mind. You knew how much he liked having you around him and Su Ying, your housekeeper but also your friend now as you were so fond of each other and often went on a spree shopping together was taking care of your dog, the one you had before meeting Sinclair and who has immediately been accepted by the man when you move in with him years ago, and most important, when you came back home late, she made sure the dinner was prepared for both of you and easy to reheat if needed. Not that you were into food so much, you had a petite appetite but Sinclair was really into his food.

Yet, today the mere idea of eating made you want to bring up the bile in your stomach.

“Honey, you’ve been coughing and snoring all night. I called in sick your boss and he wishes you a quick recovery.”

“I don’t snore,” you said, gently hitting his arm, ignoring momentarily his thoughtfulness.

He knew you all too well. If he hadn’t called your boss to tell him how sick you were, you would have gone to work, bravely, oblivious that your symptoms would only get worse the day after. 

“ Yes honey, when your nose is stuffed, you snore,” he chuckled, rubbing your cold arms. “And now please, indulge your thoughtful husband and go back to bed. I will bring you a cup of tea and some medications before leaving the house.”

He didn’t have to ask you twice, you came back to bed, smiling when you saw your dog had taken Sinclair place in the bed, not that your husband would mind it. He loved the dog and enjoyed the happiness your four paws friend had brought into the house.

He had such a hard time after his divorce. Not that the fiendish woman had made the divorce difficult, she knew all too well her action could send her to jail if Sinclair revealed the truth behind the divorce to his solicitor, but it had let him totally distraught. He was in his mid thirties at this time and all the future he had imagined with Natalie had been turned off. Yet, the worst for him was the culpability he felt for not having noticed signs of Natalie's unhappiness.

At the time, he also was afraid to be alone his whole life. He met you at almost 40 while you were 31 and what he didn’t know at this point in your relationship was that you felt exactly the same as him. Since the beginning of your story, you had told him multiple times that it wasn’t his fault if his stupid ex-wife was unable to talk with him about any of her troubles. Sinclair loved that about you, you were easy to talk with, and a good listener to with he could always confess everything as his secrets were yours and you never judged him for anything. He thought Natalie was his soulmate at the time but he realised how wrong he was after her affair and even more after meeting you. You came with your own failures and insecurities but together you came across everything, becoming stronger as your love for each other made your soul merge as only one. 

He came back to you with a cup of tea and a slice of fried bread with some avocado on it and medication for your throat and cough.

“Sorry honey, we don’t have anything for your nose but I’ll get you some stuff from the chemistry after work. And yes, I know you don’t eat breakfast but please, just this once, for me, eat something, it’ll do well to your throat and you need strength to get quickly over it.”

You were going to protest but his hopeful eyes and the pride on his features for taking care of you make you relinquish. 

“Thank you Sinclair. You are a really good husband.”

“Of course I am,” he answered playfully, watching you take a bite of your toast with a sense of relief as you weren’t a too difficult patient.

“I brought you water too, don’t forget you have to stay hydrated, even more when sick and it will alleviate the aching of your throat and your head. Oh, and I asked Su Ying to make you some soup for lunch. I know you’re not hungry when sick but please, make an effort and try to eat a bit. If not for you, for me, honey,” he said while looking at you with adoration.

“I will. You’re going to be late Sinclair.”

“Yes, you’re right. If you need anything call my direct line and Su Yong is there until 4 but I will come back on time today.”

“Don’t worry Sinclair, it’s just a cold, I’ll be fine very soon.”

“I know, I know, but I don’t like seeing you so sick.”

“And I don’t like you telling me I snore. Please, keep that kind of information for you, I like to believe I’m a real lady,” you teased before a violent coughing fit made you shrink in the bed.

“Here, here,” said Sinclair, holding out a glass of water for you. 

You thank him with a nod, sipping the water while he ran his hand across your hair.

“Sleep now honey, you need it. And I swear to never reveal you snore when sick,” he added playfully.

He kissed you goodbye and you let out a contented sigh, acknowledging your chance to have such a kind and thoughtful husband. You were so lucky when you met him by chance, not knowing that the rambling man who gave you information about everything and anything in less than 20 minutes would become your husband and best friend for the rest of your life. 

You woke up at the sound of Su Ying footsteps when she brought you the soup recommended by Sinclair. You did your best to drink it, knowing that Sinclair was educated and wise enough to give the best advice to make you feel better. You then drifted away again, only waking up at the sound of Sinclair’s car getting parked in the front yard, noticing he was home earlier than usual. You were sure he had brought some of his work with him to carry it out during the weekend while he would watch over you. 

You felt so much exhausted that you didn’t have the courage to go down and welcome him. You nodded on and off several times before he came to your shared bedroom to check on you. 

“Feel better honey ?" he asked genuinely worried for you.

You didn't know how pale you looked but you were clearly unwell and Sinclair was relieved to know the next day was your day off and then you will have the whole week-end to recover.

"Not really," you muttered.

"I should call the doctor."

"No, it will be…" you didn't finish your sentence as Sinclair cut you off.

"I will call the doctor and bring you another cup of tea and I've some medication for your nose too," said Sinclair firmly.

You didn't protest, you hadn't the force to do so anyway. You dozed on and off while Sinclair had a shower. You did your best to drink your tea, which alleviated a bit of your aching throat and after the physician's departure, you fell fast asleep again. You woke up by hearing your name being whispered by your husband. You open a weary eye, feeling the back of his hand against your forehead. 

"I think you have a little fever. I will run you a bath. Do you know how good is it to take a hot bath when sick ? It will help to bring down your slight fever and I am sure after that you'll feel better."

He continued rambling about all the benefits a bath could have with a sicker while you listened absentmindedly to him. When the bath was ready, he came back to help you walk to the bathroom.

"Do you want me to go away ?" he asked, eager to give you intimacy if you needed it.

"No, stay. I don't want to be alone,' you said, sinking into the steaming bath, revelling when the water has relaxed your muscles, muscles you didn't know were so strained. 

Sinclair smiled fondly, his heart swelling with affection as you took his hand. He liked how childlike you could be when sick, more clingy than usual, desperate at the mere idea of being alone while unwell. When you came out from the now lukewarm water, he wrapped you in a thick towel and dried off your long hair.

"We don't need you to be more sick," he said while fighting with the dryer cable. 

He gave you another pyjama, your previous one was wet with sweat and he ordered you to come back to bed. You didn't need to be told twice, you were too tired to even remember your own name. 

"Honey, time to eat," he announced cheerfully. 

You weren't really asleep or awake. You were in this in-between where your brain was fighting the sleep but at the same time, you weren't really conscious. 

"I'm not hungry," you groaned.

"I know, but you have medication to take and you can't do that with an empty stomach," he answered with a chuckle.

"I already ate this morning. Solely to please you," you answered back, your voice groggy. 

"Please [Y/N], just a slice of bread," he insisted, sitting down beside you with a trail that had his own food on it. 

You sighed, annoyed, even though you knew he was right and his insistence was just the proof of his concern and thoughtfulness towards you and inwardly, you felt lucky to have such a man at your side. 

"I'm not sure my stomach will keep it," you muttered, leaning up against the headboard, your head poring over his shoulder.

"Try anyway. You'll feel better after eating something more consistent than just some soup."

He started explaining to you why eating, even though sick, was important and yet again, you did as he said, knowing perfectly how right he was. 

"Good girl," he praised you with a smile.

He knew how you hated being in such a weak position but he was trying his best to make you feel better and to let you feel taken care of. 

"Do you want to watch some TV ? Or do you want me to read for you ?" he asked as you snuggled into him, finding solace in his arms. 

"Either," you answered, "choose what you prefer, anyway I'll probably fall asleep no matter what your choice is."

"Then I think I'll read a bit."

He grabbed his book, smiling when you asked him to read out loud for you. After ending up two chapters, he looked down at you to see you were still awake.

"Do you need anything ? Water ? Painkiller for your head ? Do you want me to turn off the light and stop talking ?"

"No, all I want is to be in your arms."

He held you tighter against him, kissing the top of your head.

"Continue reading Sinclair, please,” you asked gently, closing your eyes.

He continued for another hour, even though you had fallen asleep after ten minutes. He bookmarked the page he had arrived at, looking at you with a surge of love and affection, thinking how lucky he was to have you in his life. After Natalie, he thought he could never be happy again but you had proved him to be wrong. 

"I love you," he whispered, kissing your forehead and making sure the duvet covered you well.

"I love you too," you answered quietly.

Sinclair's smile widened. Yes, he was definitely lucky to have such a wonderful woman in his life, his arms, his bed. He couldn't be thankful enough to have the chance to call you his wife. 

Then, his smile transformed into a silent laugh as you began to snore slightly. Yes, you were definitely screwed up for the weekend and maybe even next week as the doctor was quite sure you wouldn't have recovered for Monday. 

But eventually, you'll get over it and he'll be taking care of you until you are better and even after that. Because you were his everything as he was yours and for you, he would do anything. Because before you he was incomplete but now, your two souls were one, always and forever. 

[littlexscarletxwitch]

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝗶'𝗺 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗹𝗮𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗲

paring: amy march x fem!reader

tag(s): fluffy angst (if you know what i mean lol), period piece, i love amy so much, sister's best friend (from amy's pov), wlw couple, beth and amy are the best, i love them so much

warning(s): internal homophobia (i guess), grammatical errors, unedited

word count: 1.8k

note: this is kinda like a surprise fic, or at least I hope so lol. I've been thinking about Amy a lot lately and I somehow came up with this fic. It's kinda based on that line from 'girls' by Girl in red ("They're so pretty it hurts | I'm not talking 'bout boys, I'm talking about girls"). I really hope you all like some Amy content. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Lot of love, M <3

requests are open! + check my rules here + masterlist <3

Amy's brows were furrowed, deep in concentration, as the pencil in between her fingers traced the shape of a familiar soft pair of eyes. 

"Hello, dear Amy," she heard your voice before receiving a quick kiss to her cheek. 

"Good morning, Y/n," she said, carefully hiding her drawing from your prying eyes, which didn't go unnoticed by you. 

"What do you have there?" you asked her, raising your brow. 

"I, um, nothing. Well, at least not yet," Amy quickly mumbled, but you had already caught up on her lie. 

"If it is nothing, why are you hiding it from me?" you squinted your eyes at her. 

"Y/n? Is that you?" you heard your best friend, Beth, said, walking down the stairs. "Yes, I knew I had heard you. Shall we go?" 

"Yes, we shall," you said, making your way toward Beth. "This is not over, Ms March. I will come back and I will have answers," you playfully muttered to the blond girl before leaving with the red head. 

Once she made sure you had walked out the door, Amy felt like she could properly breathe again. There it was again, that funny feeling in her tummy she always felt whenever you were around her, whenever you just looked at her way, whenever you complimented her drawings, whenever you made her laugh.

She didn't know what it meant, she had never felt that way before. You were her sister's dearest friend, Amy practically knew you from your whole life, you were always around. But ever since the last couple of months it all felt different. It didn't feel right to call you a friend anymore, friend was like a short word for all the feelings you caused inside her. 

She got back to her drawing, well, your drawing since she was actually drawing you. As the pencil traced the shape of your lips she found herself staring at the paper more than she would like to admit. She blinked, realising how wrong it was. You were a girl, for god’s sake. And not just any girl but her friend, her sister's friend. She shook her head trying to clear up her mind. 

“Amy, is everything okay?” Marmee asked her. 

“What?” Amy said, confused. “Oh, yes, yes. I’m fine, Marmee. I just think I need some air, that’s all,” the blonde smiled at her.

So she went out on a walk, to clear her mind. But she could not do that, you plagued her mind enabling her to think about anything else. Your soft kind eyes, your perfect lips, your loud laugh, your bright smile. And she realised that it was not normal for her to feel that way, that it was wrong and sick and twisted. But she couldn't help herself, not when it came to your warm-hearted soul. 

[...]

“Beth? Can I talk to you for a second?”

“Sure,” the redhead nodded to her sister, moving to the side to let Amy sit next to her on the divan. 

“I have a confession to make,” Amy breathed in, not actually believing she was about to tell her sister her truth. 

Beth sat up straight, showing her sister she was listening carefully, “I think I know where this is going…” she muttered. 

“You do?” Amy worrily asked as Beth could only nod. “...so pretty it hurts,” Amy said as she huffed, making Beth not understand the first part but it was all clear to her really. 

“Amy,” she kindly placed her hand on her sister’s shoulder. “I know you like Laurie, but you and I both know that he likes Jo,” she felt sorry for her sister, she didn’t deserve to love someone who didn’t love her back. 

“Laurie?” Amy’s brows furrowed. “I’m not talking about Laurie, I’m talking about Y/n.”

“Oh,” she said. “Oh,” she repeated herself as the words sank deep into her brain. 

“I know, it’s wrong, is it not? Y/n, of all people,” Amy sobbed. “A girl, Beth. How can I like a girl? It’s not possible, it’s not natural, it isn’t right,” tears were running down her cheeks. “It’s making me sick you know, everytime I look at her my stomach feels all weird,” she sniffed, and realised her sister hadn’t said a word. “You really think I’m sick, don’t you?” Amy cried. 

“No, no, no, Amy,” Beth was fast to comfort her as she was done processing what her sister had just told her. “You’re not sick Amy,” she said as she wiped away Amy’s tears. “Loving someone can never mean you are sick. That’s what it means, you know?” she wrapped her arms around her sister, afraid she would break into a million pieces. “That funny weird feeling on your stomach means that you love her. You love Y/n, and there’s nothing wrong with that,” she caressed her hair, offering the blonde some comfort. “There’s nothing wrong with you.”

The room went quiet as Beth’s words linger around Amy’s mind. She was not sick, she was in love. She smiled to herself, she was in love. 

“I can’t confirm nor deny, but I think she feels the same for you.”

“What?” Amy said, turning her head to Beth.

“She didn’t say anything, but I know her, I can tell,” Beth smiled as Amy’s eyes seemed to brighten up. “She’s constantly asking about you, it tends to be annoying really.”

“Well, I’m your sister. Maybe  she feels obliged to know about your family.”

“But it’s different. She always compliments your drawings, even when you’re not around. She smiles everytime I talk about you, that doesn’t happen when I talk about Meg or Jo,” Beth clarified. “She just nods when I talk about Jo’s stories, but when I tell her about you, her eyes light up and she can’t stop smiling.”

“Maybe because she’s so kind.”

“Or maybe because she’s in love with you, Amy,” Beth chucked. “I see the way she’s around you. She always finds an excuse to be next to you or for her hands to reach out for you.”

“Beth, I… I don’t think—.”

“Fine, then I’ll ask her myself.”

“What?!” Amy sat up straight. “No, you won’t. I forbid it.”

Beth raised her arms in surrender, a smile forming on her lips. “Alright, I won’t,” Amy squinted her eyes at her. “I won’t,” Beth repeated. “I won’t tell her anything about how you feel. I promise.”

And she did keep her promise, until you got in the way.

[...]

You were running as fast as your feet could carry you, the cold had been long forgotten since there was only one thing on your mind. More like someone.

Your loud and consistent knocking startled the four March woman.

“Y/n,” Marmee opened the door. Her face dropped as she realised you were there, banging at her door in the middle of the night, concern written all over your face and her daughter was nowhere to be seen. Her hand clutched at her chest, “Is everything alright? Did something happen to Beth?”

At the mention of her sister’s names the other three March women raised their heads, afraid that something had happened to their little sister. 

“No, I’m sorry,” you cursed yourself for being so careless, you probably had freaked them out. “She’s at home sleeping, she’s fine, I promise. I’m sorry, Marmee. I know it’s late, I shouldn’t have come I��,” you eyes took a look inside and landed on Amy’s. 

“It’s okay, dear. What’s the matter? Are you alright?” she placed a hand on your shoulder drawing your attention back to her. 

“Yes, I am. I just… Would it be okay if I talk to Amy?” Amy’s heart dropped, she feared the worst. “It’ll be quick, I promise.”

“Yes, of course, dear. Come on in,” Marmee warmly smiled at you, somehow reassuring you that everything would be okay. “Amy, there's someone here to see you. Let’s go girl,” she called out for Jo and Meg, who waved at you before leaving the room.

You scratched your neck, looking for the right words. “I, um, I—.”

“She told you, didn't she?” but Amy was quicker than you.

“Not quite. I sort of forced her to,” you admitted. “Please, don’t be mad at her, I—.”

“I’m not mad at her,” Amy scoffed. She sounded bitter, angry even. “I’m mad at myself. How could I let this happen?” and the tears she desperately had been holding back finally started to roll down her cheeks as she let herself fall on the divan.

“What do you mean?” you softly asked her as you took a seat next to her. 

“This is wrong and you know it,” she sobbed. “It’s not natural for a woman to feel like this towards another woman,” she whispered, too scared her family would hear how sick she was inside. “I know Beth said that it was fine, but it’s really not. I—.”

“It could never be wrong to love you, Amy,” you cut her off, letting out the words you have been holding back for years now.

“But Y/n—,” you stopped her once again. 

“I do not want to hear it, Amy. I love you,” you felt like a weight had been lifted up from your shoulder, you felt as if you were finally free to live your truth. “From the moment I saw you drawing that beautiful tree, I…,” you stepped closer, taking her hands in between yours. “I knew that it was you who I wanted, who I want and will want until my last breath on this earth.”

“But Y/n—.”

“Amy!” you wanted her to stop, you couldn’t handle her harsh words anymore, it almost felt like she had taken your heart out of your chest and you were wishing she wouldn’t tear it apart. “Do you love me?”

“I do,” she whispered, still she sounded unsure. She breathed, trying to get her heat beat at a normal pace, “I do,” this time she sounded more convinced of her own words. “I do love you, Y/n,” she repeated herself once more, just to assure the both of you that she really did mean it. 

You finally felt like you could breathe properly and you felt your heart beating inside your chest once again, all it one piece. 

“Good,” you said with a smile on your face before crashing your lips into hers in a much needed kiss. 

Her lips felt exactly how you had imagined they would but still they had that spark of being new to your touch. Her lips were soft and warm, and moved perfectly in sync with yours, as if Amy herself had also imagined this exact moment over and over again and knew exactly what to do. As you slowly pushed your tongue past her lips, a moan escaped from her mouth. She quickly pulled back as soon as she had heard herself. 

“Marmee and my sisters are in the next room,” she whispered to you as she leaned her forehead against yours. 

“I guess we’ll have to reschedule,” you joked, as your nose brushed against hers. 

“I guess so,” she smiled at you pecking your lips one more time.

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! <3

-M

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Paper Rings - Lando Norris Imagine (one shot)

pairing : lando norris x fem reader

summary : based on taylor swift's paper rings.

warning(s) : fluffy, mention of sex

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author's note : so hi, i now wanting to try writing new things n this being one of them. hope you enjoy it! this is me being excited for this week's grand prix eventhough lando isn't in his best position.

The moon is high

Like your friends were the night that we first met

it was that one of the nights where my friend took me out to a club where only elites are allowed to enter. i don't know how but i am enjoying this. as i stood by the bar, attending to my drinks, i could feel stares on me but i didn't know which directions because the club itself is kinda full so yeah, how could i notice it.

then i felt my hand being grabbed and pulled. i look at it and it was my friend who brought me here, fay. "come y/n, i want you to meet my boyfriend!" fay said excitedly as she pulled me away from the bar and into mindless direction that myself could recollect.

then i felt we stopped and i saw a bunch of guys right in front of me. a bunch of hot guys. "hey baby." one of them spoke up and fay let go of my hand to go and hug the guy. "this is y/n, my friend. y/n, this is carlos." fay introduced as carlos held out his hand. "nice to finally meet you, fay has been nonstop talking about me meeting you." carlos said as he chuckled and me included. "same." i replied shortly. then i felt the same stare again.

i looked at my left and saw a curly haired guy with green eyes.

Went home and tried to stalk you on the internet

as the night goes on, i finally found out the guy's name. it was lando norris, under mclaren, as he used to be a teammate to carlos before carlos moved to ferrari.

lando and i talked for hours and i found him quite charming, yes i enjoyed his company. "so are you coming to the race tomorrow?" lando asked as we sat next to each other, in the corner reserved for the formula 1 drivers.

i nodded my head yes. "i might say hi to you also." i replied to him as i could see his eyes brighten up. his smile, oh his smile is so captivating!

later that night, carlos sent fay and i back to our hotel room as i entered the room, carlos and fay were talking at the front door. me minding my own business, went into the bathroom and take a warm, late night shower to rid off the sweat from the club. not that i want to sleep with ickiness of my skin from going outside.

after i finished showering, fay already on her bed, playing with her phone. "are you sleepy?" fay asked me as i finished dressed up into my shorts and tank top. "yea, aren't you?" i asked while going onto my hotel bed. fay nodded her head slowly. she's terribly sleepy lol. i smiled weakly and turn off the light on my side. "night fay, tomorrow's a big day." i said to her but not hearing any replies. 'must be really sleepy then.' i thought to myself and grabbed my phone from my night stand.

curious about lando himself, i googled his name and there were numerous results from searching his name. 'oh he's british-belgian, didn't notice that on him.' monologues to myself until i bumped into his youtube channel.

let's just say i have 20% knowledge about him from watching his youtube channel videos.

Now I've read all of the books beside your bed

after the race, me and fay separated as i went to the side of the stage where lando did his fan stage alongside with the mclaren's team. 'wow, the crowd really loves him.' i looked at him from the side and smiled warmly. he looked back and saw me, waving shyly as i waved back.

later that day, i followed him back to his hotel room as the sexual tension between us were rising up. as we went out of our clothes, assisting each other, i gotta be honest though, that was my first time being this close to a guy.

yes, i am a virgin. was a virgin.

lando was in shower after we did it. he asked me to shower together but i declined as i want to attend to my sore. being a virgin who never had an intercourse did take a toll on me. i looked at lando's night stand and saw books on his night stand. i took it and look at the book cover.

lando went out of the bathroom and saw me with the book in my hands. i looked up at him and he smiled sweetly at me. "you wanna read the book together with me?"

later that night, we went into bed really late due to wanting to finished the book together but ended up snoozing with me wrapped in lando's arms and me holding the book to my chest.

The wine is cold

Like the shoulder that I gave you in the street

days turn to weeks. weeks turn to months. months turn to years. it has been three years since lando and i first met. we started to lived into an apartment together in monaco because of formula 1. i don't mind about being a fulltime wag if i can be with lando all the time, giving the supports that he needs. aside being a fulltime wag, i am also a part time tutor where i teach english to children here in monaco.

lately, lando and i have been distancing ourselves due to my schedule of being a tutor and him busy training for the next grand prix. we barely spend time together and rarely have time to sit and chat during dinner like we used to. until one day, i felt his side of the bed being cold as to he didn't went into bed last night, the previous night and also the night before.

the tension between us started to get cold like how the water in the shower room felt like and soon all i know was i want to give lando a silent treatment until he burst his bubble first.

Cat and mouse for a month or two or three

me and lando has been off with each other for completely three months and three months since i left monte carlo to come back to london because of my mom fell into sickness.

before left woking, i just sent him a message and never received any replies for couples of days until a week later, i received numerous phone calls from lando. but i never answered to any of them until one day i purposely left my phone at my mom's home and just went to the hospital like my usual routine of taking care of my mom.

it has been like that for three months and i just let it be and thinking that me and lando weren't meant to be because instead of calling, would it hurt him to sacrifice a practice to come and find me here in london? but no, it was all a wishful thinking.

mom started to get a bit better and allowed to go home but still need medical assistance. as i parked my car in front of my mom's house, i saw someone familiar at the front door. "sweetie, isn't that lando?" mom asked me as i glared at his direction. "let's just ignore him mom." i told her and turned off the engine. lando saw my car and he stood up from the front door pavement. i got out of my car and went to mom's side to assist her to go inside the house, ignoring lando as if he isn't there. as we approaching the front door, lando smiled weakly at my mom as i just looked down, not wanting to see him after three months away. "hello mrs l/n, good to see you this well." lando said. i looked for keys in my bag as i heard my mom replied chatting with lando.

got the key and i immediately unlock the front door. "come on in lando." mom asked him to enter the house as i rolled my eyes but not to my mom. lando was the last one to enter the house while my mom take a seat of the sofa of the living room and i went back to the car to grab things from the hospital that i brought to mom when she first admitted to the hospital. "let me help you." i heard lando's voice behind me. as i gruntly say, "no need to, just need to you to go away from me." lando sighed at my reply.

"look, i am sorry for everything. i miss you, i miss us." lando said as i sighed and slammed shut the car door. i looked at him in the eye. he did the same. "i love you y/n. i want to stay with you forever." lando said as he shyly held out his hand to grabbed mine. with me not reacting, he wrapped his hand in mine and i just look at our clasped hands.

"i miss us too lan, but promise me to never do this again."

"cross my heart and hope to die."

Now I wake up in the night and watch you breathe

now back at monaco, lando hired a caregiver for my mom and by far, the caregiver has given me an approval to leave mom entrusted into her hands. at first i was a bit hesitate to leave because my mom is the only person i have left but with lando convincing that my mom would be fine with this caregiver, i was ready to go back to monaco.

"y/n!" i heard lily's voice as i turned back and saw lily approaching me with open arms. it was bahrain gp so i get to see other wags to hang out with aside from fay. "lily! i missed you so much!" i said while giving her a hug. "me too, how's your mom by the way?" "she's fine, i'm glad she's getting better day by day." i explained to lily as we saw numerous of fan waving towards us. lily and i waved and smiled to them as we continue on with our conversation.

after the race, lando and i hang out in the resting room while lando taking a rest before move back to our hotel room. he was resting on a sofa in a sitting up position but leaning on me as i just watching him sleep.

he looks so angelic and i can't believe he's mine.

Kiss me once 'cause you know I had a long night

(Oh) Kiss me twice 'cause it's gonna be alright

Three times 'cause I've waited my whole life

(One, two, one, two, three, four)

it is finally a day off for lando and we are back in monaco. lando told me that he just want to stay in the apartment quietly, enjoying each other's company. i smiled to the idea but unfortunately, i have a night class at the tutor center so i left home at 4pm and will be home by 10.

"miss l/n, aren't you lando norris' girlfriend?" one of my students, lisa i believe asked me after we finished the class later that night. i looked up to her and smile sweetly while my hands were busying tidy up the mess on my table. "why yes i am." i replied as i could see a bright shining light in her eyes. "could you ask for a sign from oscar? i am a huge fan of him!" lisa exclaimed as she giggled at me, causing me to laughed a bit from her antics. "i'll try but i can't promise you on that though." "it's fine, i won't blame you for it."

park my car at my designated spot at the apartment complex, i could feel my back ache as i stretched up right after i got out from my car. 'what was lando up to, i hope he doesn't sleep all day.' i thought to myself as i got all my stuffs from my car and headed to my home sweet home with my sweet boy.

as i unlock the front door, i saw the house seemed clean. then i entered the house and saw lando leaning at the dining table, looking forward for me to be impressed by him. to be honest, i am impressed but i won't let him know that. "you like it?" lando asked ad he went towards me and hugged me tightly while leaning to kiss the top of my head. i wrapped my arms around him after dropping my stuffs at the front door as i inhaled his scent on his t-shirt. "i love it babe." i mumbled into his chest covered t-shirt. then i looked up at him and he leaned into my lips and peck it. i smiled into the small peck and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into a long kiss.

"i love you lando norris."

"i love you too future mrs. norris."

I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings

Uh huh, that's right

Darling, you're the one I want, and

lando and i were walking around the mall, looking for birthday presents for lando's mom, cisca's birthday.

we were walking hand in hand until i felt lando letting go of my hand and i turned back around to see what makes him stop. he stood in front of a jewelry store, a high-end ones, tiffany and co.

i looked up at lando and he was looking at me, grinning on that boyish face of him. before i could protest, he grabbed my hand and pulled me behind his back. "lando, what are you doing?" i asked in whispering, not wanting to cause chaos. lando who didn't reply to my question, just approaching to the display table full of jewelries from rings to bracelets to necklaces. i was mesmerized by the glittering of each accessories, not realizing that lando was staring at me the whole time until i heard him saying, "you like it?" lando asked smiling as the store assistant was looking at me and lando. probably judging on how we dressed to be in this luxury store, with both of us dressed in hoodies and sweatpants.

"lando," i started as i looked at him in his eyes. "i like it but what for?" i asked him as he turned his head and looked at the display of rings, ignoring me. "can i see that one?" lando asked pointing at the specific diamond ring with a three diamond stones design on it. as the assistant gave lando the ring, he held it out to me, asking me to try it on. not wanting to embarrassed him in front of the store assistant, i took the ring and slipped onto my ring finger. it fits perfectly. i admired it, wishing it could be mine but even my salary couldn't afford to buy this.

i pulled it out and gave it back to the store assistant. i looked back at lando and he keep on smiling at my way. "you like it?" lando asked, i shyly nodded my head yes as i grabbed his hand this time and pulled him out of the store. "never do that again please, you almost give me a heart attack!" i said to him as he pulled me into his arms and kissed my forehead. "just doing a little survey, there' nothing harm right?" he's right.

"but still, if you planned on purposing, i would have accept you even if you give me a paper ring." i said then kissed his lips.

"or a ring pop."

I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this

Uh huh, that's right

Darling, you're the one I want

2022 miami grand prix was the devastating race for both me and lando. it scared me the most because i am not a person who's into violance or action movies or whatever it is related to crashing things up.

and seeing lando being into an accident during race really trigger me up. one of the tires were come off from the car and there were sparks of fire, luckily it didn't ignited a fire. his car were placed at the site of the circuit as yellow flags were waved, i just stood in the waiting room, hoping that he is fine.

"lando norris is out of the race." commentator announced and i was sad.

after that, lando came into the waiting room and saw me in the room. i opened up my arms and allow him come into my arms as he wrapped his arms around my waist. i pat his back and whisper sweet nothings into his ears.

"i am happy that you're okay and you're still the one i want nevertheless."

In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams

Oh, you're the one I want

it was racing time in barcelona. on his 10th lap, one of the strategists called out for me to come to where the control station goes on. "here, lando have something to say to you." he said as he held out his headset for me to take. i was dumbfounded by the statement, why would lando have something to say when he's in the race track at the moment? i don't understand. i took the headset and wear it until i heard lando's voice through the headset.

"hello? y/n? you there yet?" lando asked. "yea lando, what is it? you're in the middle of the race." i told him. i heard him chuckled as the racing still goes on. then i heard him breathe out. "y/n l/n, will you marry me?" lando asked. did he just proposed to me? in the middle of the race? where everyone literally can hear it? seriously?!

the situation felt in silent. "lando," i started.

"yes, i will marry you." i answered as i could cheer from both lando and the team. i suppose i could hear cheering from the crowd as well but maybe because of the race and not the proposal that lando just made. nevertheless, lando norris just proposed to me. isn't that insane?!

as the race finished and lando placed in 10th place. i ran towards him where he readily spread out his arms for me. i jumped into his arms and wrapped my arms around his neck, tightly enough to realize that this isn't a dream, it's a reality.

who would have know that this situation will be framed up to be my favourite grand prix race ever.

xoxo future mrs norris, spain 2022

In the winter, in the icy outdoor pool

When you jumped in first, I went in too

I'm with you even if it makes me blue

after the abu dhabi grand prix, it was winter break. lando and i decided to go back home in england. both lando and i agree to celebrate our engagement right after the last grand prix of the year which was the abu dhabi one.

we went straight to lando's family home in bristol. ever since the first time i went there, bristol itself have a spot in my heart, it was lovely weather especially during winter time. as we arrived the house, we saw both norris couple waiting for us outside as we got out of our car. lando went straight to his parents' arms, hugging them tightly, knowing how have they been longing to meet their beloved, precious son again.

then they invited us inside the house.

"so what theme are you thinking of for the engagement party?" lando's mom asked as we were all relaxing at the lounging room of the house. "definately neon colours!" lando exclaimed as i pat lando's chest, signalling my opposition of the colour choice. "i'm thinking of warm colours, maybe autumn colours." i voiced out and lando's mom agreed to it. lando? he was making that weird face like how when he heard the question between seafood or steak choice.

for the party, we just decided to do at the backyard of the norris' house because it was quite spacious and i believe that it will fit both sides families and friends. both lando and i agreed to just do simple party because this is just an engagement not the wedding yet. it turns out very pretty i must say. less is more, right?

there were guests from lando's families and my families and also friends from formula 1, close friends and also some close by neighbours. the party was great because there were games such as find things from guest checklist, jenga games that have questions on it basically about the upcoming bride and groom, the racing carry partner game and lastly drinking game of course. what's a party without drinking right?

at the end of the party, i'm glad that everyone's enjoying it because i was having jitters the night before that lando had to calm me down and said 'everything's going to be fine' while pulling me on top of him and my head was placed on top of his naked chest, hearing his rhythmic heartbeat.

i felt someone grabbing my hand and pulling me. i looked up and it was lando himself, grinning towards me and then i looked in front and it was an outdoor pool. i tried to pulled off from him but he was gripping strong and it was hard for me to do so, endes up he went in first followed by me. luckily the water wasn't too freezing like in mid december but still, it was shivering cold and i swore my lips almost turning blue. i glared at lando and he gave me that boyish smile that he knew i melted for.

he's going to be the death of me.

Which takes me back

To the color that we painted your brother's wall

after christmas, lando's brother, oliver is getting married. so we were offered to redecorate his room. yippie (read : sarcasm). he told us to paint the room blue, like pastel blue with hint of ocean blue. quite interesting i must say.

as we painted the room, it was getting boring. then i felt something wet on my cheek. i turned to my right and saw lando giggling like a child. i turned towards his way and with paint brush still i hold onto it, i charged to lando and tried to paint him. but of course, the perks of a sportsman, he was quick at running and running away is one of it.

sigh.

Honey, without all the exes, fights, and flaws

We wouldn't be standing here so tall, so

'formula 1 race driver lando norris and long term girlfriend are officially engaged!'

the headlines read today, but it has been a month since we had our engagement party and apparently, someone has been leaking it and i don't want to point my finger at. nevertheless, i am scared for letting people know of my sort of private life. i know and realize that when you are getting yourself involve with someone who is famous, your private lives doesn't even matter to them. that was what i was told before by fay herself.

lately, lando has been weird and quite reserved, especially with his phone. i am a person who never snoop into someone's phone and i don't even care what you are going to do with your phone, cause it's yours and you know what you are doing with your phone so yea.

as lando went into bathroom to take a shower after practice for an upcoming grand prix, his phone lighten up and it was an incoming message. i walked over to his nightstand and took his phone. there was a message from one of his exes. i could feel a knife stabbed from my back by the time i saw the name of the sender. i put back down the phone and walked out of the room. grabbing my car keys from the hook next to the front door, and i immediately went into my car right after i walked out of the front door.

started my car engine and i drove off the apartment complex to somewhere that i didn't know where i want to go at this moment. 'how could he?' was what played in my mind. 'if he cannot move on from his ex, then why me? why he picked me to play of?' i sobbed to the thoughts. then i heard my phone rang. i didn't look who called but i think i knew who it was. i just ignore and keep driving. i want to go somewhere that can bring me peace.

as i arrived at a nearby cliff, i just sat outside of the car and inhaling the smell of salty breeze. it always brings me calm no matter what.

"y/n?" i heard lando's voice. i turned around and there he was, cheating bastard lando norris. i got up from where i sat and quickly rushed to my car. being athlete he is, lando was more faster. he grabbed the car door as i was and i halted my movement. "i can explain. please, let me explain first." lando said to me, not replying anything i heard lando sighed. "listen, i have no valid reason to defend myself but all i know is that i didn't even replying to any of her messages." lando explained and i just scoffed at him. "if you didn't reply to any of it then why were you being so .. on guard with your phone? you weren't like this before." i asked but lando just smile sadly. "well, i was going to surprise you on our wedding day but, here." lando said as he opened up his phone and showed me his screen, there was a sketch of a ring. he was designing my wedding ring!

"i was so sorry for not giving any engagement ring for you despite everything i have but i do have something in mind to make it more special when i give you your wedding ring later on." lando explained and i suddenly get teary eyes. lando didn't give me an engagement ring because i said so. i don't want something to make things official, just him proposing is enough. i didn't know that lando would make something this special and memorable. i hugged him tightly, where he wrapped his arms around my waist. "you're my one and only from the moment i saw you for the first time, why would you think otherwise sweetheart?" lando whispered into my ear and kissed it, making me hugging him even tighter. "maybe i was insecure, i am not pretty as her. i am no model." i replied and i heard him chuckled. "you're y/n, and you're mine. does it validate to you?" i nodded my head yes and later on, we went back home separately because yea. we came here separated.

I want to drive away with you

it was the day of our honeymoon. yes we got married yesterday. the wedding itself was so eventful eventhough we just invited close family and friends only.

right now, we're in positano. let me tell you, everything about amalfi coast are so beautiful! and positano has caught my eye ever since the moment me and lando were discussing about our honeymoon right after we finalized the wedding details with our wedding planner.

lando has entrusted me with his life by renting us a scooter. if you don't know, lando once got himself involved with motorbike before but after an accident, he hasn't been good with motorbike but still interested in moto gp. "are you sure sweetheart?" i asked for confirmation as the man of the rental shop handed me the keys. lando just smiled sweetly at me and nodded his head yes. "i trust you love." that was all lando said and off we gooo!!

we were cruising around the roads, enjoying the view of the sea nearby the coast. i feel lando wrapping his arms around my waist as he placed his head on my shoulder while i leaned my head on his head. "you okay back there lan?" i asked and i felt his head nod yes. "i am happy to be with you." lando replied and i smiled at his response.

he is such a cheeseball!

I want your complications too

for the first time in his formula 1 career, lando finished in p17. not his best record to start the season. i sat in his driver's room right after the race and there entered lando with his head hung low. i stood up and hugged him tightly, tucking his head in the crook of my neck.

"it will be fine lan, i believe in you." i said to him as we swayed left to right and vice versa, comforting him.

I want your dreary Mondays

monday has come by and you know what it means, monday blues. the job at the school was hard enough. with some students who are really sick still attending to school which caused other students were sick as well. as i entered the house by unlocking the door i sighed heavily remembering what an awful day i had. i didn't see lando at the living or in thr kitchen, he must be either sleeping or leaving the house for practices.

i entered our bedroom and yet, still no sight of lando. guess he's at practices then. which is good because i just want to soak myself into our bathtub and use the bathbomb that was gifted by our wedding guests.

as the bathtub was filled with water according to the level that i preferred, i dropped the bathbomb and let it infuse in the water as i undressed myself naked and placed the towel at the towel hanger. i swirl the water in the bathtub with my hand and then i entered the bathtub, sighed with ease because i have been having back aches and having a bath with warm water feels good. i closed my eyes to enjoy the water but then, i heard the front door being open and close, followed by lando's voice calling for me. "in here bubs!" i shouted back, fear that he didn't hear me.

then the bathroom door opened and reveals lando. "hey there you." lando said as he entered the bathroom and kneeled beside me. "hey." i replied back as he leaned to my face and gave a small peck. i smiled at the gesture. i saw that lando's eyes were getting droopy as that being a sign he's getting sleepy. "rough day?" i asked as he was nodding slowly. i chuckled as i went out of the bathtub. "let me get dressed up first yeah?" i questioned him as he nodded his head again and went out of the bathroom.

Wrap your arms around me, baby boy

right after i finished dressing up, i felt lando's arm wrapped around my waist as he pulling me onto our bed. giggled, i felt happy the most when he's being all affectionate and cuddly. lando nuzzled his face into my neck as i felt he was inhaling my scent from my bath, followed by flutter kisses.

"lando norris, i love you."

"i love you too mrs. norris."

[nevernonline]

✧.* svt vocal unit as the five love languages.

paring/s: svt vocal unit x reader.

warning/s: physical touch

genre/s: fluffy, bf! svt

synopsis: just the vocal unit as your partner and the different ways they show you they care.

jeonghan: giving & receiving gifts.

loves treating you no matter how big or small. dinner? yes. stuffed animals? yes. this man shows up to home or picking you up from work with a little something to gift you every time. would leave little notes with candies or a stem of your favorite flower on your nightstand if you were sound asleep when he had to leave for work. you'd assume all his silly little gift giving would halt when he had to go away for a while, but every week he'd manage to have something special delivered to your door, maybe t-shirts, magnets, a polaroid of him from tour. (I mean he did travel with a baguette for dk.) when it's time for you to give him a birthday or holiday present you go all out creating small notes and memories from all the speical things he's given you, like a chocolate wrapper he left you or dried pressed flower petals.

woozi: acts of service

no matter how hard this man goes at work, the gym, or on stage he always has time to do something you feel like you can't finish without you asking for it. goes above and beyond cleaning your apartment after a spell of you being too overwhelmed in your own life to do so. you haven't had time to cook a homemade meal for yourself in a while and continue to order out? he would insist on getting help from his friends or a YouTube video to sit around in the kitchen and have something comforting on the table for you. carrying AirPods or headphones for you and always knows without fail if you get stressed he can put them in your ears and play a comforting playlist or audible book for you to wind down. actions speak louder than words is your relationship motto, the things he does for you are enough to tell you how much he cares for you despite being busy all the time. and you don't take that for granted either, you'll pick up dinner for him when he's spending late nights recording and writing, wash his sheets so he can come home and rest well.

joshua: quality time

you have his undivided attention always. you can gossip about work, spend hours on the couch watching cute videos or silly tiktoks talking about how funny you find them and he just finds it endearing. upon meeting him even before you got into a relationship you ended up spilling your whole life story to him and he listened. he always has time to put on a movie and discuss as you watch together, smiling and sitting close. he's always by your side. if you're sick he still manages to find a way to be there, maybe by FaceTime or even sitting outside your bedroom door reading you a book. makes you both turn your phones off during your quality time so there's zero distractions and you can just be present together. loves watching the world through your eyes. he spends so much time with you that even without words he knows how you feel. helps you complete tasks through support!! loves every second of being the person glued to your side.

seokmin: physical touch

understands your body language so much!! you're always linking arms, holding hands, touching knees anything to feel the comfort and warmth of him next to you. you maybe weren't or aren't the most physical person with anyone else, but a seokmin hug after a stressful day makes you feel like the hours before didn't matter. you didn't know real love until you met him and automatically clung onto his magnetic nature. even if you're apart you hold his pillow and wear a shirt sprayed with his cologne like he's right there next to you waiting for the time you can feel his heart beat next to your ear while you're resting on his chest. subtle touching is great, but the clingy stuck like glue touch is your favorite, piggy back rides, him throwing you over his shoulder to carry you from room to room. not even showering alone anymore. just being together, annoying everyone with how cute you are. kisses always are a must!! hands, foreheads, cheeks, knees, lips, it doesn't matter you crave it more than anything else.

seungkwan: words of affirmation

definition of "you're doing great sweetie." srry?? never misses a chance to tell you all the little simple things he loves about you, he just loves you so much. talks about you like you're the only person in the world. gives the worlds best pep talks if your down. the first time you heard him say he loves you made you float for a week and when you finally built the courage to say it back he screamed it even louder. he's a wordsmith always finding new ways to tell you that you matter to him like comparing you to a movie character you really love or that you shine brighter than all the stars in the night sky. kind of cheesy, but he's so cute that it doesn't matter. when he's away he makes subtle instagram or weverse posts of words that you know are mean't for you and you only. LONG TEXTS about things he loves about you or appreciates you for. he's really just grateful you exist and you always believe him.

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Na'vi? More Like Puppy

Warnings: 18+, Modern!AU, cunilingus, fingering, P in V Sex, Objects being used as Sex Toys, Kuru Play, Aged Up

A/N: Hello Everyone! I am so happy to say that this is a collaberation done between @loakstahni and myself! We both wrote this 50/50 and am so happy to present it to you 💗💗💗

I love you Roomie, this was so much fun 🥰

It was around mid-afternoon by the time Neteyam got back to the dorm houses, making sure to kick His snow-covered shoes off at the door before unlocking the door and walking inside. 

His keys jingle lightly as he sets them on the table beside the door, stretching his sore arms above his head before rounding up some clean clothes. He pads into the bathroom on the other side of the dorm room and shuts the door, starting up the shower. While waiting for the water to heat up, he undressed, finding a few furs from his roommate on his jeans. He smiles fondly, shaking his head before stepping into the hot water. 

Once he had rinsed his braids and washed his body, paying extra attention to his shoulders and back, he rinsed off and dried himself with his favorite white, fluffy towel. He slips into his clean clothes, a loose pair of gray sweats and a simple black turtleneck. 

Neteyam wanders back out into the main room, glancing at his roommate's bed. He flops himself onto the soft mattress, seeing a few clumps of white-gray fur puff up into the air before slowly landing back on the bed. He cocks his head to the side, ears twitching in interest. He sits up, fidgeting with the soft shedded fur. Neteyam sighed softly, rubbing the soft furs between his thumb and pointer finger, wondering what more of the fur would feel like, what it would smell like.

His ears flicker towards the sound of someone outside the door; he shrugs it off as nothing before turning his attention back to the soft fur between his fingers. his tail swaying slowly behind him as he brings the soft fuzz up to his nose, inhaling gently. 

It wasn’t unusual for Neteyam to be on (Y/N)’s bed; in fact, it was to be expected. So when (Y/N) walked through the door, shaking the excessive snow stuck to her fur off, she knew to go straight to her bed. Pouncing on Neteyam into a hug.

“Hey Teyam! How was practice?” she chirped, rubbing her wet furn into his clothes.

A soft grunt leaves Neteyam as his hyper roommate lands on his back. He chuckles, slightly turning his head back to catch a glimpse of her fluffy face. “It was fine, a little more than normal, but fine.” he replied calmly, smiling gently. 

(Y/N)’s face lit up, “I heard they were going to be working you guys harder! Since you’re supposed to be going against another school soon!” her tail waved back and forth in excitement.

“Yes, but I am sure we'll do fine in the compensation.” Neteyam hums. His skinny tail slowly started to curl around (Y/N)’s fluffy one, hoping she wouldn't notice.

“So, who are you guys going against? I know it won't be anyone from the north. None of us, Tundra or Arctic Na’vi, have used a bow before,” She questions, leaning her head onto Neteyam’s neck.

“I haven't been told who we are going against yet. but I promise you'll be the first to know.” he hums, his heartbeat picking up slightly. Trying his best to keep himself calm, the last thing He wanted was to make things awkward between him and his close friend. “What about you? anything new today,  sevin?” Neteyam asks, his voice soft.

“It snowed today!” (Y/N) practically yelled, “There are also several snow banks that I was able to go play in finally! There’s nothing like jumping into the perfect snow bank!” her tail increased in speed as it wagged.

“But I wished I could join you in archery,” (Y/N) pouted a little, “Seriously! But I can’t due to my hands! Have you ever tried to use a bow covered in fur? My fur bends out the bow! And then there’s my hands! Also covered in fur!” she laminated, fully flopping onto Neteyam’s lap dramatically, covering his turtle neck in her white and grey fur.

Neteyam chuckles fondly, his golden eyes locked onto her bright blue ones. “well, you could always shave your fur off. Remember when we were young, and Lo'ak and Spider shaved your fur off with my mother’s razor?” Neteyam laughs, his shoulders shaking slightly. 

(Y/N) looked up at Neteyam with wide eyes, absolutely horrified, “Nope! Natta! Not happening again! I looked like a naked pa’li! Do you also remember how long it took to grow back? Or how long it took to clean up all the fur?”

Neteyam bites his lower lip slightly, holding back his laugh. “Yes, but a very cute naked pa’li.” He teases, ruffling her fluffy white hair. 

“I wasn’t sure who was the most angry, my parents, ‘cause I got shaved or Tiri, 'cause we used all her razors,” she cocked her head to the side, leaning into Neteyam’s hand, “We also broke your dads.”

“Ah, yes.. sa'nok was pissed.” Neteyam chuckles, gently brushing his fingers against one of (Y/N)’s fluffy ears. Neteyam hooks his arms around (Y/N)’s tiny waist, standing up without a struggle and walking towards the kitchenette, setting her down on the sofa while grabbing water for himself and her before plopping down next to her. Handing the bottle to (Y/N). “So..sevin, may I touch your fur..?” Neteyam tilts his head slightly, heat rising to his face, making his cheeks flush a dark purple. 

(Y/N) sat up, straddling Neteyam’s lap, “Sure, Teyam! I’ve missed having someone play with my fur!” her tail was back to wagging happily as she removed her top. Thick fur covers the expanse of her body, leaving everything hidden from sight. 

Neteyam’s ears drooped slightly; the tips flushed red. “I..” his face flushed a brighter shade of purple. He forces himself to not look at (Y/N)’s chest; even if the fur hid her breasts, it still didn't feel right to look. 

“I’ve missed having grooming days! Because of all the fur, we would help each other as a family! I’m really happy you asked Teyam!” (Y/N)’s smile was blinding as she spoke almost faster than her mouth could cooperate. 

Neteyam nods slightly, moving a hand up and lightly running his fingers through the fur on her neck. His tail thumps against the couch as he brushes his fingers through the soft fur. 

(Y/N) giggles lightly, “You’re gonna have to go harder than that, Teyam. I can’t feel anything through my fur!” she wiggles lightly.

“Do not... Say it like that...” Neteyam mumbles, scratching the skin underneath the fur on the nape of her neck. “It makes things sound weird..” he huffs, glancing at (Y/N)’s face. 

“Like what? Why would that be weird?” (Y/N) mutters as she leans into Neteyam’s touch; a gentle purr starts to rumble through her from his touch.

“Never mind.” Neteyam shakes his head slightly, shiny braids swinging slightly. His eyes glance down at the swell of her breasts, covered by the fur but still visible. He forces his gaze away from her chest, looking at the wall behind her. His hand moves towards the top of (Y/N)’s neck, scratching gently. 

(Y/N)’s purrs increase as Neteyam continues to scratch at her neck. She leans back more into his touch, wanting more, trusting him to hold her up. The thoughts from before had vanished. 

Neteyam’s other hand held her up, keeping it flat on the small of (Y/N)’s back, his thumb brushing against the base of her fluffy tail. Neteyam leaned his head back against the couch, sighing softly to keep himself relaxed.

The brush against (Y/N)’s tail shot sparks through her body. Her eyes dilated as a held-back choked moan, not understanding the sensations, “Teyam?” she asked softly.

Neteyam’s ears perked straight up, his golden eyes flying open as he stared at her in disbelief. “I.. What’d I do..?” he sits up, moving his hands away from her body. Afraid he touched her too hard or pulled her fur without noticing.

(Y/N) was upset by the lack of touch now; even if she didn’t understand it, she liked it. “My tail Teyam. You pet my tail. I liked that?” It came out as more of a question as she wiggled impatiently. 

“O-oh.. Right.. Sorry.” Neteyam mumbles, placing his hands around her small hips, slipping them around towards her tail, stroking the fur at the base while running his other hand along the length of her tail. “I thought I hurt you, sorry. 

(Y/N) fell forward, rubbed her face into Neteyam’s neck, “Teyam.. Teyam!” she cried from the shocking pleasure, her tail lifting higher along her back.

Neteyam’s eyes widened, His pupils dilating. “Easy, sevin.. I got you..” Neteyam whispers, wrapping an arm around her while stroking the length of her tail. He felt heat start to pool in His lower belly, making his body feel hot. 

“Teyam, it feels good?” she whines as she starts to rock her hips with Neteyam’s hand.

“I can tell..” Neteyam drops his face into (Y/N)’s neck, breathing her scent in deeply. The arm supporting her moved to hook behind her rear, squeezing her ass gently. “You smell... So much better than I thought..” He mumbles out, lightly tugging her tail. He felt dizzy off her scent, her pheromones driving him bonkers. 

Deep in (Y/N)’s core, she felt something tighten, not understanding what it was, but warmth flooded between her legs, something she’d never felt before, “Teyam, what is it? I like it!” She whined, sniffing at Neteyam’s neck, liking the new scent she smelt from him.

“Not sure yet,” Neteyam hums, bringing his hand away from her tail for a moment. he cups (Y/N)’s chin, tilting her head slightly before leaning in and connecting his lips with hers. 

Neteyam’s lips muffled the whine from when He let go of her tail. But (Y/N) was soon distracted by his lips, slotting her against his properly, as she reached around, threading her fingers into Neteyam’s hair.

The groan Neteyam let out was deep and rough, full of need. His eyes fluttered shut as He pressed his lips firmly against hers while his hand left her chin, slipping down to brush the longer parts of fur away from her breasts, exposing the soft, little globs of flush, covered in fur as well.

(Y/N) broke away, panting heavily, “What are you doing with my breasts, Teyam?” She asks, confused but trustingly, As the tight feeling from before loosened.

“You'll like it, I promise..” Neteyam said softly, cupping one of her breasts in his palms, gently brushing his thumb over her nipple before leaning his head down. He lightly licks his rough tongue over the little nub, sucking lightly while his other hand kneads at her right breast.

A shocked moan leaves (Y/N)’s lips as she pulls Neteyam closer. (Y/N) sat on Neteyam’s lap fully, as she enjoyed his touch, pulling on his braids. “I like it, Teyam,” She admits quietly, embarrassed as no one had seen her breasts before.

Neteyam hums in contentment, his tail wagging against the sofa. He lifts his head up slightly, pulling his turtleneck over his head and throwing it somewhere off the couch. He leans his head up, nibbling at her jaw before grabbing her tail again. “I've liked you for a while; you have no idea how happy you're making me right now..” he huffs, his voice low.

The moment Neteyam’s fingers touched her tail, (Y/N)’s tail flew up flush with her back as she pushed her hips back. In (Y/N)’s haze, she recognized His words; her heart sped up faster, this time from happiness, “Yes, Teyam, I’ve always loved you,” She admitted, rubbing her cheek into Neteyam’s neck: the glee and unfamiliar touch battling for dominance. 

Neteyam gently moves around, carefully laying (Y/N)’s smaller body down onto the sofa. He bends over her body, gently nibbling at her right ear before he moves down, kissing her neck, even if it was just her fur he was kissing. Neteyam’s skinny tail curled around her fluffy thigh, both his hands placed on her hips. 

“Teyam! You stopped again!” (Y/N) whined, disliking the lack of touch on her tail. The warmth between her legs was receding once again. In retaliation, she grabbed Neteyam’s tail, gently tugging it while flicking at the soft tip.

Neteyam’s hips involuntarily buck against her as she grabs his tail, his head drops down slightly, a low moan falling from his lips. “Sorry, syulang..” Neteyam mumbles out, sitting back on his knees, gently tugging at her tail again before gently sliding his hands along her legs, gently hooking thumbs underneath the waistband of her pants. 

(Y/N) sat up, lifting her hips for Neteyam. As she settled down, her back was to the main part of the couch, and Neteyam was kneeling between her legs; if it weren't for her thick fur, she would be a blushing red mess. “Teyam, I’ve never played down there before…” (Y/N) whispered nervously. 

Neteyam's ears perk up, and he nods lightly, gently tugging her pants off her legs. “You've never touched yourself...?” He asks with a head tilt. He glances down at her thighs, spotting her light blue panties. “Why not..? If you don't mind me asking.” Neteyam asks once more.

She looked away, unable to meet his eyes, “Too much fur. Every time I’ve tried, I can’t find anything…”

“We'll fix that now, won't we...?” Neteyam gently lifts her hips upwards, pulling her panties down and setting them on the floor. His mouth fills with drool as he gently parts her legs open, having a hard time seeing her slit until he parts some fur out of the way; finding her tight, little slit, and little nub. “Found it, syulang.” He hums.

(Y/N) shifts as she feels Neteyam’s eyes on her open slit. Her core dripping from his attention, “How do you play with it?” Her voice was meek as She watched Neteyam.

Neteyam gently guides one of her hands down, placing her middle and pointer fingers over her own clit. “Feel that..? Rub it slowly,” Neteyam said with a gentle smile, patting her inner thigh. 

Uncertain (Y/N) does as Neteyam says, rubbing Her fingers over Her clit, (Y/N)’s throws her head back as she moans unashamed. Her fur became wet from the amount of slick She was producing, rolling her hips into the touch.

“There you go, keep touching yourself; I gotta open you up,” Neteyam said, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead before gently gathering the slick at (Y/N)’s entrance, coating his middle finger before carefully easing just half of his finger in, feeling just how tiny and tight she was.

(Y/N)’s legs closed as she winced, “Teyam, it burns,” fire flowed through her cunt, as Neteyam’s finger tried to make its way inside.

Neteyam pulls his finger out of her, looking down at her little cunt. “I'm sorry, love.” He said gently, sitting up as he glanced around slightly. Reaching towards the highlighter on the coffee table before glancing back at (Y/N).

Spotting what Neteyam was looking at (Y/N) became confused, “My highlighters? What do you need those for?” 

“If my fingers are too big for you, maybe this is small enough..?” Neteyam said, bringing one highlighter up to his mouth slicking it up with his spit. 

As Neteyam covered the highlighter in his spit, he used his other hand to gently spread (Y/N)’s legs apart again, giving him room to work. Once the highlighter was slick enough for Neteyam, he slowly brought it to (Y/N)’s slit, feeling the end up and down, pressing over her clit before gently sliding it in. The highlighter slipped in much easier than his finger did, so he slowly slid it in and out.

Neteyam’s eyes were locked on (Y/N)’s face, watching for any signs of discomfort or pain. He made sure he was gentle, sliding the highlighter in and out of her tiny slit carefully.

The highlighter was painless, but (Y/N) was unused to the sensation of being filled by anything, her brows furrowed in confusion. Recognizing her expression, Neteyam brought his other hand to her clit, his thumb slowly rubbing circles in time with the highlighter.

A gasp leaves (Y/N)’s mouth as she’s assaulted by the simulations.

Neteyam’s thumb rubs her clit more, working on thrusting the highlighter in and out of her more. Still being careful not to hurt her. “Does it feel good...?” He asks, tilting his head to the side. 

“Yes,” (Y/N) moaned, starting to enjoy the sensations more.

Noticing that (Y/N) was taking the highlighter well, Neteyam let go of the highlighter inside her, leaving it there before turning to grab two more. 

Neteyam turns back towards her, slicking up a second highlighter before carefully pushing it inside alongside the first one. 

“Oh!” (Y/N) exclaimed, surprised by the new addition. The second marker caused more of a stretch, pleasantly filling her more. She lifted herself up onto her elbows, looking down at Neteyam, “How many more are there?” She asks, as her slit throbs.

“One more, syulang. Then I think you can take my fingers... And maybe then my cock..?” Neteyam teases, sliding both highlighters in and out of her little cunt. His tail curls around his fuzzy ankle, the fluffy tip brushing against her foot. 

In Neteyam’s hand, only the green highlighter was left, meaning the pink and yellow ones were inside her. (Y/N) clenched around them as she watched them slide in and out of her. “Your cock? I haven’t seen one before,” her face flushed as Neteyam angled the markers into her g-spot. Her toes flexed, and her legs shook. 

“You will like it once you see it,” Neteyam promises, his ears swiveling forward as he takes note of her sudden change in body language. “You gonna cum for me? Huh, sevin syulang?” He hums, starting to push the green highlighter inside her along with the pink and yellow one. 

The sight was lewd; even though the highlighters were thin, the three of them out together in her tiny cunt was obscene. Each of them pulled her entrance taunt, as the bright colors couldn’t be missed. It was like a target right for her weeping cunt.

“Cum? What do you mean cum?” Her voice rose in pitch as something in her belly tightened again, stronger than before.

Neteyam chuckles gently, rubbing her clit a bit harder. “Deep breath, you're doing a great job. Let it happen.” Neteyam coos, leaning over and pressing his forehead against hers.

She shook her head from side to side as she continuously clenched around the highlighters, the coil tightening with nowhere to go, “Teyam! It’s getting stronger! I don’t know what it is! Teyam! Teyam!” She screamed her release as the coil snapped. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her as she continued to shout her release. Slick gushing from her cunt and over the couch and Neteyam. 

“Good job… there you go, sweet girl..” Neteyam coos, pressing a few tender kisses to (Y/N)’s forehead. He carefully pulls the highlighters out of her, his ears twitching at the squelching sound. 

(Y/N) flinched from the additional pleasure, as she had already cum once, her bleary eyes tried to focus on Neteyam, watching as he placed the highlighters into his mouth, sucking her slick off of them.

“Teyam? What are you doing? That’s gross!” (Y/N) tiredly exclaimed.

“It's not gross, it's delicious..” He smirks, tossing the highlighters off the couch before sitting back on his knees. He places his hand on her thigh, parting her legs a bit more before prodding at her soaked entrance with two of his fingers. 

“How can that be delicious? It was inside- Oh fuck!” (Y/N)’s thoughts were cut off as Neteyam slipped two fingers inside her. Wiggling them around, feeling her gummy walls.

(Y/N) tried to close her legs from the oversensitivity, only succeeding in trapping Neteyam’s face between her legs.

Neteyam sits up a bit, spreading her legs open again. “Shhh.. I know, relax. I got you, syulang..” Neteyam soothes, hooking his two fingers upwards before scissoring his fingers apart.

(Y/N)’s eyes screwed shut as Neteyam continued on. Her pussy had never been stretched that far before, let alone feel the pleasures that Neteyam brings her. Each curl and spread of his fingers caused her to shake even more as she writhed in place. Unable to move out of Neteyam’s grip. 

Neteyam gently kisses the tip of (Y/N)’s nose, pushing his fingers until they hit the last knuckle. “Look at how well you're doing, little one..” He coos against her ear.

“Teyam, it’s too much! It’s so big!” Tears sprung in her eyes, one slowly trailing down her face.

The same coil from before was tightening again, and she didn’t know if she could take it. 

“No, no, no... It's ok..” Neteyam gently cups the side of (Y/N)’s face, gently pulling his fingers out of her slit. 

(Y/N) can’t stop the whine as his fingers left her slit; as much as it overwhelmed her, she couldn’t help but be disappointed about the emptiness. Another whine leaves her, this one more frustrated as it seems like she couldn’t figure out what she wants or needs. 

“Do you want me to keep going, syulang..?” Neteyam asks gently, cupping her cheek gently. 

“Yes? No? I don’t know, Teyam!” Her words were sharp from her frustration, but there was something she did know she wanted, “Kiss me? Please?” She asked him softly.

“Of course, sweet syulang..” Neteyam leans down, pressing a soft and tender kiss to her lips. Gently rubbing her inner thigh.

(Y/N) gently reached up and cupped his face as she leaned into the kiss. The gentle kiss comforted her, leaving her feeling protected. Feeling bold, she remembers reading something once about kissing. Hesitantly, she bites Neteyam’s bottom lip gently before letting go.

Neteyam groans softly, nibbling on her bottom lip before slipping his tongue into her mouth, his tongue wiggling around with hers.

A soft sigh leaves her nose as their tongues intertwine, their breaths synchronizing together as they parted briefly, only to rejoin each other. (Y/N) was unfamiliar with the taste on Neteyam’s tongue, not realizing that it was her own slick she was tasting.

Neteyam breaks the kiss, tipping her chin upwards and biting on her neck gently. “Do you want me to touch you again..?” He asks gently.

Much calmer this time, (Y/N) notices that the overwhelming pleasure has died down to a steady thrum instead of the electric shocks flowing through her, “Yes, please.”

Neteyam gently brushes his finger against her clit before slipping one finger inside her entrance, curling it upwards.

This moan was softer and deeper; this time, the feeling was expected. Letting her enjoy the feelings more, but it still left an ache. The need to be filled more.

Neteyam gently pushes a second finger inside her, being a lot slower and gentler now. “Does that feel good...?” He coos gently, rubbing his cheek against (Y/N)’s.

“Yes, Teyam. It feels good!” Her whines were sweet as she leaned up and licked the shell of Neteyam’s ear, gently biting down and pulling on it before letting go and nipping at his neck.

“Good girl…” Neteyam praised, slowly scissoring his two fingers apart. “You're so tight and wet for me…” He purrs, nuzzling her cheek.

Even after being stretched from before, Neteyam could barely comprehend how tight she was as her walls gripped at his finger, trying to suck them in deeper.

“I’m doing good, Teyam?” Her bright blue eyes searched for his, wide and begging.

“Yes.. You're doing so well, ma syulang..” Neteyam purrs, gently stroking his fingers along her inner walls.

(Y/N) tightens around Neteyam’s fingers as his words bring warmth to her slit; she wiggles happily, even as the coil slowly builds. 

“Do you think you can handle a third finger?” Neteyam asks gently, nuzzling his cat-like nose into her neck. His fingers steadily pumping in and out of her soaked pussy.

Nervously (Y/N) nods; each of Neteyam’s fingers were thick and strong from years of archery practice, and she wonders if another one will fit.

“Deep breaths,” Neteyam hums, gently pressing his third finger against her already stretched opening. Neteyam carefully pushes his last finger inside her, gently curling it upwards. 

“Oh fuck, Teyam!” (Y/N) yipped, the stretch slightly burned, making the pleasure all the more intense.

“Yeah.. Tell me how much you like it, syulang. Let me hear you..” Neteyam purrs, nipping gently on the tip of her left ear, all three of his fingers pumping in and out of her steadily. 

“It’s good! It feels so big, Teyam!”  (Y/N) whined as the pleasure started to cover the burning pain.

“Good girl..” Neteyam coos, peppering kisses all over (Y/N)’s face and down her neck. Gently brushing his thumb over her clit. 

(Y/N) jumped at her clit being played with, electric-like pleasure shooting through her body, “Teyam!” She cried as her legs started to shake.

Neteyam curls his three fingers upwards, brushing them over her sensitive inner walls. Increasing the pressure on (Y/N)’s clit as well. “You gonna cum for me, huh, little one?” Neteyam cocks his head to the side, his braids falling over his shoulders.

“Y-yes,” (Y/N) threw her head back as her walls started to milk Neteyam’s fingers, eagerly chasing the sensations.

Neteyam hums, pumping his fingers in and out of (Y/N)’s tiny cunt, gently tugging her tail with his free hand, wanting to help pull her over the edge quicker.

“Ah-ah-ahhhhh!” (Y/N) screamed her release, her slick gushing out of her tiny hole, the pleasure of her pussy being played with, and the teasing of her tail too much.

(Y/N) continues to roll her hips, chasing the lingering feeling.

“There we go.. good girl, yawne.” Neteyam slowly pulls his fingers from her cunt, licking her arousal from his fingers before he leans up and presses his lips against hers, swiping his tongue against hers. Allowing (Y/N) to taste her own arousal.

(Y/N) couldn’t stop the moan that left her lips, the slight humiliation from tasting herself on Neteyam’s tongue building her arousal all over again. Slowly (Y/N) wrapped her legs around Neteyam’s waist, pulling him closer to her slit.

Neteyam chuckles gently against her lips; he pulls back slightly, tugging his sweatpants down his thighs and throwing them on the floor, his boxers following soon after. His protective slit was dripping pre already, the tip of his cock peeking out from inside. “You sure you can handle my osìn, yawne?” He cocks his head to the side, golden eyes blown wide with lust.

(Y/N) looked at his slit, seeing just the head peeking out, it was bulbous, and next to her hole, it was obscene, “I want it, Teyam,” She whispered, unsure if she could actually take it.

“Wanna help me out first, then, love?” Neteyam hums gently, taking one of her smaller hands in his own and guiding it down to his slit. 

(Y/N) nods her head as she gently touches his slit; it is warm to the touch and easily parted for her fingers, making more room for his cock to slip out. Her fingers traveled lower, brushing against the tip of his cock, and with her small hand, she reached several fingers inside his slit, urging his dick to come out.

Neteyam’s eyes fluttered shut in bliss; he gently squeezed her thigh to ground himself. His cock slowly slipped out, already hard and dripping pre. “that's it, yawne..” He purrs.

Neteyam’s cock was long and thick in her hands; her hand couldn’t fully wrap around the girth of his cock, as it stood to attention. Hard and throbbing in her hands.

Neteyam's golden eyes fluttered open, locking on (Y/N)’s face. His eyes were lidded and full of lust. “You sure you want this, love..?” He asks gently. 

“Please, Teyam, I want it,” (Y/N) whispered, ready to give Neteyam her virginity.

Neteyam nods softly, grabbing one of the couch pillows and gently setting it underneath (Y/N)’s hips. “Ok, I'll be as flrr as I can.” Neteyam mumbles, gently bending over her body, the tip of his length nudging at her clit. 

Neteyam’s thick tip bumps into (Y/N) entrance, the tiny hole dwarfed by the size of his cock. A small whimper passed (Y/N)’s lips as the reality sunk in, but it didn’t stop her want or need for Neteyam.

“Shh.. I got you..” Neteyam nuzzles his nose into the side of (Y/N)’s face, a soft purr rumbling through his throat, trying his best to soothe her. 

He angles his hips, lining his thick tip up with her tiny entrance before he slowly pushes forward. His tip barely fit even after all the stretching beforehand. 

(Y/N) yelped as it pushed inside her, the tip resting just past her entrance, and just that was immense. The thick tip, spreading (Y/N) wider than an arctic Na’vi, is meant to take. Her tiny cunt, stretched far past its limits. (Y/N) rests a hand on Neteyam’s chest, urging him to still and wait for her. 

Neteyam gently strokes the fur on (Y/N)’s thigh, pressing his forehead against hers. “You're doing so well, Yawntutsyìp..” He praises, his eyes locked on her face, watching for any more signs of pain or discomfort. 

(Y/N) can’t stop herself from clenching around Neteyam’s tip, the thick head simply resting there, as her body struggled to adjust. (Y/N) was always thankful that Neteyam was such a sweet and thoughtful man.

“Slowly, Teyam,” She whispered.

“You sure..? We can wait longer...?” Neteyam lifts his head up slightly, his ears swiveled forward, and his eyes locked on (Y/N)’s.

“I’m sure… Just please be gentle,” (Y/N)’s bright blue eyes meet Neteyam’s, filled with trust.

“Ok, love..” Neteyam nodded gently; he slowly pushed his hips forward more. Slowly his hard length stretches more of (Y/N)’s little cunt open. 

(Y/N) whimpers as he slides deeper into her cunt, forcing her inner walls to make room for him, shaping her to the form of his cock. From this day forth, (Y/N)’s cunt will only fit Neteyam's cock.

Neteyam pushes forwards until his pelvis is flush with (Y/N)’s, his cock resting, snuggling inside her little slit, fully bottoming out. 

“Fuck Yawntutsyìp.. You're so tight for me..” he groans softly, pressing his forehead against hers again. 

Neteyam’s cock came with the feeling of fullness; slight sparks of pain fluttered through (Y/N)’s pussy, but the longer he stayed inside, the more the pain faded, leaving (Y/N) feeling whole and complete. 

“Big, Teyam, you’re really big,” (Y/N) moans, wrapping her arms around his neck and threading her fingers through his braids.

Neteyam groans softly, dropping his head into her shoulder. Relishing in the feeling of her tightness. “You feel so good around me, syulang..” He purrs out, holding himself still for now.

(Y/N) rhythmically squeezed Neteyam’s cock, as she adjusted to his size, “You can move now,” (Y/N) rested her head on top of Neteyam’s, holding him closer to her.

Neteyam simply nods, withdrawing his hips until half of his length remains before gently pushing forward again, building up a steady and slow pace.  

Neteyam's hands held her hips gently, his face pressed into the side of her neck. (Y/N) held him close as her heels dug into the small of his back, trying to force him back in.

“Teyam, you’re inside me… it feels good,” (Y/N) moaned as he continued to thrust into her gently.

Neteyam grunts softly, continuing his slow and steady pace. Not wanting to risk hurting her at all. “Mhm.. Such a pretty girl for me..” He mumbles against (Y/N)’s fluffy neck. 

(Y/N)’s tail starts to wag at the praise, all the while moaning from the pleasure; she tries to curl herself impossibly closer, wanting to touch every part of Neteyam, whining when she is unsuccessful. 

“Careful, syulang..” Neteyam mumbled gently, gently laying on top of her, his chest pressed into hers even if it meant having to arch his back awkwardly. 

“Ohhh,” (Y/N) purred, comforted by the touch, her chest rumbling in a purr, “More Teyam, please,” She used her feet to push on his back to urge him faster.

“I don't want to hurt you, small thing..” Neteyam mumbles, brushing his hand through her fluffy white hair. His hips still moving slowly. 

“Please, Neteyam, I can take it,” (Y/N) pleaded, moving her hips, chasing the pleasure herself.

Neteyam grunts softly, a low growl rumbling in his throat. He pulls his hips back, leaving just his tip inside her stretched cunt before pushing forwards again, picking up the pace of his thrusting. Angling his hips upwards slightly, searching for (Y/N)’s sweet spot.

“Fuck!” (Y/N) cried as her pussy was taken thoroughly, her spongy insides taking the brunt of Neteyam’s thrusts, “Please, Neteyam! More!” She cried again as her legs tightened around him even more.

Neteyam groans deeply, his large hands holding onto (Y/N)’s hips. “Needy little thing..” He whispers into her ear, nibbling on the end. 

Neteyam’s hips shove into hers at a slightly rougher pace, each thrust pushing his cock deep. His tip kissing (Y/N)’s cervix. 

“Yes! Yes! Fuck!” (Y/n) shook her head from side to side as the pleasure overwhelmed her; her most intimate place was being ravished by Neteyam. Her cervix soon became tender from the constant pounding it was taking.

Neteyam switched between grinding his hips against hers and thrusting into her; his tail curled around (Y/n)’s fluffy tail. “You look so pretty, taking my osìn like a good girl..” He grunts out, pressing his lips against hers in a messy kiss.

(Y/N) leans into the kiss as they wrap around each other completely, their tongues meeting in the open air before their lips sealed together. They both tried to breathe through their noses, unwilling to let go of the other's lips as they moaned in tandem.

Neteyam moans against her lips, feeling heat start to bubble in his lower belly and core. He snaps his hips against (Y/n)’s, drawing lewd squelching from in between them. Neteyam’s thrusts became deeper, forcing her to take his hard length deeper until a bulge in her lower belly formed underneath her fur. 

(Y/N) squirmed and whined as she takes Neteyam’s cock, a deep coil stronger than before was building. The sound of flesh meeting her fur was loud, ringing throughout the dorm room as they both near their release.

Neteyam reaches a hand down, circling his middle and pointer fingers around her little clit. “Gonna cum for me..? Huh, pretty girl..? Keep squeezing me; feels so good…” Neteyam moans into her ear, his cock starting to throb as he nears his own orgasm. 

(Y/N) squealed as Neteyam played with her clit, as she spasmed around Neteyam’s length, grabbing into his braids for leverage while accidentally grabbing his kuru and pulling. 

Neteyam’s body tenses up, his eyes rolling back into his head and his jaw dropping open. “F-fuck Yawntutsyìp!” He gasped sharply; the feeling of her hand grabbing his kuru and pulling sent Electric shocks up and down his spine, making his brain tingle. “Oh- fuck.. ‘M gonna cum..” He warns, his thrusting growing sloppy.

“Cum! Cum! Teyam! Cum inside me; I want your cum, please!” (Y/N) begged as her core was tight, her walls already attempting to milk his cum deep inside her. 

Neteyam’s cock throbs a few times before his hips; still, he throws his head back, gripping the sofa cushion tightly as he empties himself inside her little cunt. Muttering, Na'Vi curses under his breath. 

“Neteyam!” (Y/N) screams, using Neteyam kuru as a tether, bringing him into a deep kiss as she cum around his cock, Milking him, drawing his cum deeper inside her. 

Neteyam’s hips jerk against hers as she grabs his kuru again, and he whines against her lips. His cock throbbed again, squirting the last of his cum inside her, some dribbling out around his cock. 

(Y/N) whines, unhappy that Neteyam’s cum is leaving her slit, wanting it all inside, and also slightly irritated at the feeling of it in her fur, “Stay, Neteyam,” she asks, brushing his lips against hers, not letting him leave her.

Neteyam pants heavily, gently resting his head against hers, soothing his hand over her side. He stayed still like she asked, his body still tingling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. “Nga yawne lu oer.. My (Y/n)..” He breathes out.

“Nga yawne lu oer, Teyam,” (Y/N) whispers as she urges Neteyam to become more comfortable, having him lay on his back while she lays on top of him, never letting him leave her cunt. 

Neteyam wraps his arms around her middle, tugging her closer. “Nga yawne lu oer more,” he chuckles gently, petting her back. His skinny tail curling around her fluffy one.

(Y/N) hummed in return, too sleepy to say anything, simply basking in Neteyam’s presence. 

Neteyam nuzzles his nose into (Y/N)’s hairline, a deep purr rumbling in his chest, making his chest vibrate. “(Y/N)? “ he gently cups her cheek, brushing his thumb over the soft fur there.

(Y/N) hums in response, showing she was still awake but happily stated, as he leaned into Neteyam’s touch.

“Date me,” Neteyam mumbles, his ears drooping slightly at the boldness of his voice. 

She looks up at him, her eyes drowsy, as a large smile covers her face, “mmmhmm,” She agrees sleepily but joyfully. 

Neteyam smiles happily, nuzzling his forehead against hers, his tail slowly wagging against the sofa. He relaxes with her, starting to grow drowsy himself. “I love you..” He mumbles before drifting off, snuggled up and purring against (Y/N).

The two of them were asleep seconds after, happily resting in each other's arms.

[thebeastofthesnow]

[ A very tiny tablet sized rift opens. ]

* 1-S: "fluffy fluffy fluffy fluffy fluffffyyyy!!!!"

* Nova: "Hello dear! Snuck the little one, an au of sans, wishes to send many pets your way-"

* 2-P: "FLUFFY!?"

* Nova: "-! Wh- sigh. Yes, very fluffy. Please dont yell, You have to ask to pet though, you too 1-S"

* 1-S: " p l e a s e "

* 2-P "PLEASE?"

(Ps: Nova isnt mad at papyrus 2-p, she just gets startled by loud sounds)

“What the— OHMYGORE-“ the feline starts in confusion as he turns his body twords the commotion, but when he sees the- essenitally- babybones version of his boyfriend, its not hard to miss his pupils going larger at the sight of the little one. Moving to crouch down twords the- now both of them, with a surprised little smile.

“Ofcourse you two can pet, i dont mind at all, just dont pull the fur okay? Believe me ive had to get used to more rowdy human children yanking my fur.” He assures softly, holding his large arms out twords the both of them with a content hum, as his eyes turn from the two, twords nova. “And who might you be-? Ive heard alittle of you from sans, but i dont think ive caught your name personally.”

[teenandbeyond]

Feel free to ignore this if you are busy but may I pls request a part 2? For Lord Beerus X God of Life Male Reader?? Just sweet domestic and romantic stuff, maybe the Z Fighters accidentally finding out about the relationship and shenanigans ensures??

Beerus x M. God of Life Reader pt. 2

And here I am. Making a part 2. I kinda lost my flow but wanted to continue xD

Leh goooo!

Want more from me? Masterlist, baby

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🥢Chaos & Love🥢 (DBS or Dragon ball Super)

Warning(s): Fluffy as a pillow, Mxm (but duh bc the title), I DID not edit 😭😭

You just want to be with Beerus in peace, why must these earthlings bother your peace yet again?

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It's a little ironic that you're the God of Life, but never found domestic behavior something you wanted to experience.

Well, until you met him.

The God of Destruction.

Something else ironic that you never thought you'd like.

Just this morning, you woke up to another body draped over yours.

It still takes a little getting used to after centuries of being alone, too busy to have an actual relationship.

And when you tried to get up to make a stop at your house, those arms weren't letting you go anywhere.

"Beerus. I need to go to my realm-" "-No. You're warm," he muttered in his sleep. You didn't want to be rude and make him cold with your absence...wow, he's making you too soft.

Not that you really cared.

You simply made a compromise. You took him with you.

His legs were wrapped around your hips, chin tucked into your shoulder, arms wrapped tightly around you as you navigated through your house. Grabbing what you needed with one hand.

"My clingy little baby," you mutter after a while, smiling to yourself. "Shut up."

He couldn't help that you were so warm and comfy.

"Hey [Name], can you grab my shirt?" Beerus half-heartedly mumbled, lazily pointing in a direction. "That's my shirt." "Same difference, I wear it more than you do anymore. Grab it, please. I want it," he whined with grabby hands.

At some point, he finally decides to wake up...

...only to hug your waist as you make lunch

You don't question his clingy-ness, usually, when you leave for your job for a while, he's extra clingy when you come back.

But you jump when his stationary hands begin to move.

"Beerus! D-don't do that when I have a knife in my hand."

"Lose it, then," he purrs.

Later that day, after those activities and lunch, Whis approaches you both in the woods.

You hardly looked over from Beerus's lap and he didn't bother to open his eyes from their relaxed state.

"Yes, Whis?"

"It seems Bulma has invited us to try Earth delicacies again. Would you like to accept her invitation?"

"Depends on what it is."

It was a good enough offer for Beerus to go.

Well, that, and you mentioned a curiosity about Earth food.

Beerus told you about it the whole way, quite pleased to feel like an expert.

Although the meeting was a little awkward.

Upon arriving, Beerus and Whis went ahead.

And when you caught up with them, you met eyes with Goku first.

Considering the last time you met, you weren't surprised he was suddenly tense.

Which made his other friends tense, one even rose their power level a bit.

Which made you laugh, loudly, "How adorable."

"L-Lord [Name]!"

You titled your head at the Saiyan a little shorter than him, "Ah, you know my commonly known title, young Saiyan?"

"Lord Beerus, look behind you!"

"You idiots, he's not a threat. He's with me!"

"I will not hurt you, earthlings, not unless you give me a reason to—Now, where is this pudding, Beerus spoke of?"

You tried a few dishes of Earth, though your speed of eating was much slower than the other non-humans. You preferred to savor your food.

And because Beerus kept feeding you some of his food.

"Here, try this, [Name]," he offered a...something.

"Sweetheart, let me try one thing at a time, okay?" but because you were whipped, you opened your mouth to try it.

"'Sweetheart'? Lord Beerus, I didn't know were with someone," Bulma hummed as she brought more food.

"Why do you sound like you're in such disbelief?!" Beerus growled.

"Wait-you both are together?"

"Goku, who asked you to snoop into our conversation?" Bulma barked across the room.

And after that...all hell broke loose.

"How did you guys...?" "When did you guys...?"

Beerus just yawned.

"I don't see Beerus being the date type."

"What even is a date?" He asked you. A shrug.

Cue the gasps from the ones who cared And now they were planning a date, great.

While they were busy planning some date, Beerus dozed off of you while you read a book.

It was peaceful until voices started to rise.

"You can't just ask the God of Life to spar with you, Kakarot!"

"But you said he's more powerful than Lord Beerus! I want to see that power for myself!" he whined.

"All you men want to do is fight!"

"But it'd be so cool!"

Your gaze flickered down when Beerus shifted, then up to the group ahead of you.

"Hey."

Their heads snapped over to you, the calmest voice of all, yet the most intimidating.

"Beerus is taking a nap. Stop all that yelling for no reason. If you wake him up I'm going to be pissed. And you don't want that. Even Beerus couldn't stop me if that happened."

"Someone's protective," Whis teased behind a hand.

"S-shut up," you scoffed, focusing on your book again.

Until you heard the words.

"We set up a date for you, two..."

[jaylaxies]

WISH COME TRUE

PAIRING : jake x fem!reader

GENRE : smut, love making, oral (m and f receiving), cursing, unprotected sex, breeding, praising, nicknames (princess), a lot of i love you(s), fluffy, jake is whipped, soft sex, aftercare, birthday boy jake, surprise.

WC : 2.3k words

WARNING : 18+ content, minors dni.

A/N : hihi! i'm finally back with a fic for our birthday boy jake! all likes, reblogs, comments and asks are appreciated, iloveyou all <3 also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY @en-cityzen aaa ik this isn't much but i wanted to write something for you! i hope you like it bestie :D also omg happy birthday @jeontaeil ily <3

"come on jake, it'll be fun i promise!" heeseung yet again tried to convince jake but he didn't bulge.

"sorry man, i just don't feel like coming today." jake confessed.

heeseung sighed, giving him an understanding nod along with their bro handshake before leaving for the party with his other friends.

14th november, 11:40 pm, twenty minutes before his birthday. but contrastive to his usual self, he wasn't in the mood to party.

"y/n." he sighed for the nth time today, whispering your name as if that would bring you straight into his arms. you both were in a long distance relationship, meet ups were rare but always beautiful. you were supposed to be coming over for his birthday before something urgent came up at university, granting you no holidays for travelling.

jake was upset but he understood nevertheless. it had been a while since you last met and the wait was brutal for him. he wanted to hold you in his arms gently swaying you while observing your angelic self, he loved you too much.

the drive back to his apartment was more or less 15 minutes long, the thought of you never left his mind. he can't stay with you physically but at least can do so virtually, he thought. a video call to celebrate his special day, all he wanted was to celebrate it with you.

it was 11:55 by the time he reached his apartment. he opened the door to see his living room filled with balloons and you standing there with a smile, wearing the same dress he gifted you the last time you left. he froze, contemplating whether you're real or just a hallucination.

you laughed sweetly at his puppy face, walking closer to him. that's all it took for him to realise that, you indeed, were in front of him. running towards you, he picked you up and spun you around with such joy, you yelped at the sudden action, laughing along with him at his cute antics. sim jaeyun was a baby, a baby you loved so much.

it was like his demeanour had done a 180, he put you down and cradled your face gently, his eyes watery and a small smile caressing his face.

"surprise!" you gently exclaimed, making him laugh. oh how you loved his pretty laughter, it brought you joy at all times.

"i'm so in love with you." he breathed out before pressing his lips against yours.

his plush lips were gentle against yours, the kiss filled with love and happiness. you broke the kiss after a few seconds, pressing your foreheads together and softly brushing your nose against him, making him laugh giddily.

"i'll be back." you said, pecking him once before going into the kitchen to bring his birthday cake. jake followed you like a lost puppy, not wanting to be away from you for even a second.

you lit up the candles as he stared at you, smiling from ear to ear. softly singing 'happy birthday', you come near him, his face glowing under the dim candlelight. he closed his eyes, clasping his hands together to make a wish. he looked innocent, like a kid, you gazed at him with adoration. soon, he blew the candles, smiling at you sheepishly.

you kept the cake on the countertop, cutting a small piece out and feeding it to jake who groaned at the scrumptious meal. he kissed you yet again, feeling overwhelmed. you could taste the sweetness on his tongue, making you sigh with content.

"can we cuddle?" jake asked with shiny eyes and you smiled, saying yes to him.

you were wrapped in jake's arms in no time, his bed a thousand times more comfortable than yours, maybe because it had jake in it. he kept on kissing your forehead from time to time. slow, romantic songs were playing on his speaker, giving you butterflies as you lay in your lovers arms.

jake was happily telling you something about his university fest, joy apparent on his face and even though you kissed him a myriad times, you wanted to do so again.

and so you gently held his face mid-way his speech, looking at him. he stopped talking, staring into your eyes which shone, reflecting his image. you both were deep in love.

"let me love you." jake breathed out.

you smiled softly, pecking his forehead, "make love to me, jake." you allowed.

jake leaned in, smiling into the kiss. he made you lay down on the bed, gently laying on top of you, your lips never leaving his. soft hums and breaths resonated the room. one of your comparatively smaller hand was intertwined with his larger ones while the other softly pulled on his silky hair.

"i missed you so fucking much, baby." jake spoke in between the kisses, now trailing down your neck to softly mark you up, to leave his love marks on you.

"i missed you so much more, jakey." you whispered, closing your eyes as your body responded to his kisses. you breathe hard, grinding your body against his in a needy manner, wanting to escalate things already.

you heard him hiss as your fingers brushed against his clothed dick. the restriction was too much for him and soon, his jeans was on the floor along with his shirt which left his whole torso on display.

he softly pulled down the straps of you dress, his fingertips brushing against your sensitive skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps as he went all the way down to undress your frame till you were left only with your underwear.

his face was in level with your clothed core which was dampened by your arousal. jake looked at you, his eyes silently asking for your permission once again. it was his habit, always making sure not once, but twice that you wanted this, that you were willing to be intimate with your lover. it was his way of being respectful to you.

with one firm nod, you gave it to him and soon, jake removed your undies, positioning himself in front of your dripping cunt as you kneaded your fingers in his hair, gripping them hard enough to make him move.

"jake, oh fuck!" you moaned as he licked a strip of your arousal.

humming against your pussy, he continued working his tongue between your folds, sending vibrations down your sensitive bundle of nerves. his soft cheek rested on your inner thighs as he admired the way your hips bucked up to get more of him, he loved making you feel needy and shone with victory after making you cum.

"do you like that, princess?" jake asked softly, now pumping his two fingers in and out of you.

"mmh, it feels so good, jake." your toes curled, eyes fluttered shut as you felt yourself getting lost in jake.

he sucked a spot on your thigh, kissing them same space afterwards which promised to leave a mark by the next day, his fingers digging deep inside you, curling and hitting your g-spot making you whimper and plead for more. his other hand softly rubbing your clit, making it even more hard for you to keep your voice at bay.

in no time, you felt the familiar knot in your stomach, indicating the building of your second climax for the night. and soon, you came all over jake's tongue as he hungrily lapped on your juices as though it was the elixir of life.

he came back up, laying on top of you as he kissed you. this particular one filled with passion, indicating how much he needed you. the taste of your arousal evident on his tongue.

pulling away slightly, you looked at him. 'so beautiful' he looked angelic, a soft smile on his face, his hair dishevelled yet so perfect.

"i want to do something for you." a sudden confession left your mouth, making his eyes go wide.

"you coming all the way here is already enough, love." he caressed your cheek, kissing your nose which made you giggle.

"no, not enough for my birthday boy." you smiled, before switching positions so that you were now sitting on top of his painfully hard cock that his boxers barely could hold in.

jake's breathing sped up as you placed kisses all over his torso, brushing your fingers against his sensitive nipples all the way down to his cock.

he let out the prettiest whines for you, indicating that he wanted more. you finally pulled down his boxers. his length sprang out and hit his lower abdomen, angry red and leaking with precum.

you kissed his thighs, not too far away from where he needed you. he met your eyes, softly staring at his princess, biting his lips. you sent him a smile before placing kisses all over his length. his breath faltered and he groaned your name, making you smile even more.

without making him suffer more, you kissed his head, swirling your tongue on his tip before taking him all in, sucking and bobbing your head up and down his dick.

"so good." jake praised, holding your head in place, making you move against him.

you had never given him head before and it would be a lie to say that jake didn't want you to, it was one of his 'fantasies' and the fact that you were doing this for him, made him go feral.

you shut your eyes, trying to fully take his length in as he encouraged with his hand. you hummed around him, sending vibrations down his body, making him moan louder.

soon, you felt him twitch inside of you, spilling his cum down your tongue without warning which you swallowed, licking your lips looking at him with big eyes. jake was breathing hard, he grabbed your waist and kissed you hard, finally wanting to feel you around him.

"i missed this–" you started to tell, "your fingers touching my body." you breathed out, trying to get closer to him despite having him pressed against your body.

"let me feel you, princess." he breathed out, nibbling on your shoulder.

you nodded, wanting him to make love to you. he hovered above you, finally entering you as he pressed a soft, slow kiss to your mouth. you both hummed softly at the raw feeling. his thrusts were slow and deep, much different from his usual rentless ones.

he intertwined his fingers with yours, softly caressing your cheek with his other hand, both of your eyes shining. a single teardrop fell from your eyes at the pleasure, jake lovingly kissed it away.

"i love you so much, jake." you confessed midway, causing his breath to hitch.

"i love you so fucking much, y/n, i really hope you know that." he confessed, now speeding up his thrusts, yet keeping them loving somehow.

maybe it was the way the vowels of you name sounded from his mouth but you shivered, he never used your name during sex, it was always 'princess'. it made you realise how important this moment was for him. he wasn't fucking you, he was making love to you, genuinely.

your free hand dig into his shoulder as he kissed your nose, making you giggle.

"you're beautiful." he said out of nowhere, making you blush and hide your face in his neck, he laughed softly.

you both were overwhelmed in a good way, making you climax build faster than ever before. his thrusts getting sloppier by second.

he kept praising you throughout, kissing and marking your clavicle alongside. 'my good girl', "my pretty princess', 'i love you' being repeated like mantras, making a small smile stay on your face throughout the process.

a sudden feeling of euphoria took over you both. you clenched around him, making him groan further. you both were close. he looked up at your flustered state, looking all pretty in his eyes.

"cum with me, princess?" he asked.

"yes please." you bit your lip.

his strong arm held you in place as he pulled you in for a final, passionate kiss. his other hand gently squeezing your as you both came together. his cum filling you up as you moaned into his mouth, your own cum mixing with his.

he held you close, staying in the position for a while as your body regained it's consciousness. not pulling out, he held you even closer to him, laying down next to you.

"i love you." he croaked out, still high and euphoric.

you laughed, pecking his red lips, "i love you more, baby."

he put his forehead against yours, smiling softly. his gaze tender.

"let's get you cleaned up." he said and scooped you up in his arms, making you scream and punch his shoulder, which did not hurt him at all, and instead earned a laugh out of him.

he placed you in his bathtub, turning the faucet on as the tub filled. jake sat down behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you so that your back was pressed against his torso.

"you did so well, baby." he said, placing small kisses on your shoulder. his hand softly massaging your thighs.

it was heavenly, he washed your hair, your body, all so softly, kissing you mid-way, expressing his love to you which you returned wholeheartedly. how he carried you back to the bed after changing the sheets, making you wear his sweatshirt and shorts, the one which you loved.

how he kissed all the places he marked, caressing them softly. how he made you drink water saying you must be hydrated. how he gently held you close to him as he fell into deep slumber with a smile on his face.

"happy birthday my precious boy." you wished to his sleeping figure, kissing his forehead before drifting into dreamland yourself.

it was perfect, jake couldn't have wished for a better surprise, for a better way to celebrate his day. you were the greatest gift for him which he cherished wholeheartedly.

you were his wish that came true.

taglist : @en-cityzen @sunghoonsworld @softforqiankun @ye0njunzp1xie @eunoia-kth @lix-freckle3 @woniebae @baekhyunstruly @heenotes @sungniverse @shinramyeonz @starryjake @wntrsgf @eli-zzy

PERMANENT TAGLIST OPEN.

© jaylaxies

[when-worlds-end-archive]

I Don’t Want You To Go

A/N - I haven’t posted here in a while but I’m back and itching to write some stuff about our favorite spider-bros. Yes, I read through the script for this (and changed/skipped a couple things) and no, I wasn't prompted to do this.

Pairing(s) : Peter Parker TASM x Reader

Summary : While you and your friends are trying to save the city from the villains of the multiverse, you also find yourself fighting internally over your feelings for Peter 3.

Warning(s) : Fluffy floof with a side of angstttttttt...

Word count : 8,008

Your hands shook in your lap as you sat in Ned’s Lola’s house, Ned and MJ skittish along with you as the news plays in the background. Ned continued to check his phone per MJ’s request but you knew he was wasting time, a text would be the last thing on Peter’s mind after everything that had happened.

You couldn’t believe that May was dead. It didn’t feel real, none of this felt real, but when you pinched yourself... you could feel it. You knew you couldn’t deny the truth but that didn’t top you from wanting to as tears begin to fall from your eyes.

You’d known May since you were little, she’d been like another mother to you ever since you’d met Peter at the beginning of Middle School. Always packing extra snacks in his backpack for you, always inviting you over for dinner or a movie, she even let you sleep over whenever your parents were screaming at each other. You couldn’t help but mourn for her. And if this was the loss you were feeling, the pain in your chest almost too much to bear, you couldn't even begin to imagine what Peter was going through.

“Still nothing?” MJ asked as she stared at Ned, Ned checking his phone once more and shaking his head. Her voice shook with fear but she was staying strong, likely for Peter, and maybe a bit for you as she knew how close you and May were.

“No.”

You mentally curse the public for continuing to view Peter as a villain, as the Spider-Menace, when he’s the sweetest boy you’ve ever known. He was the boy who gave you half his chocolate chip cookie when Flash had stolen yours. He’d done nothing wrong, he’d been taken advantage of and framed, and like everything else good in this world, he was destroyed. Everything he loved had been taken from him, everything but you three.

“I’m going to press it,” MJ muttered, turning to the device that glowed on the table, the device that had ruined everything. It’s green glow both inviting and foreboding.

“No,” you mumble, speaking for the first time since you entered the house. The two turn to you, surprised that you’d say anything. You weren’t much of a talker, preferring to remain quiet when other people were around, only speaking up when you were with Peter, Ned, and MJ.

“I know he told me to wait, but... I’m gonna do it,” MJ reiterated, her hand moving towards the box. You swatted it away with a warning glance she took seriously. You weren’t openly passionate about a lot of things, even with them, so this issue was very important to you and she had to take your opinion and feelings into account.

“I just wish... I just wish we could see him,” Ned says as he gestures around, the gold Sling Ring glinting on his fingers. Before him, a small circle of sparks begin to appear but fizzle out when he stops moving his hands.

“Ned?” You ask as you stare at the sparks, watching them disappear as fast as they’d appeared. Hope sparked deep inside you as you got an idea, maybe Peter wasn't so lost to you three, “do it again, maybe we can see him. Maybe we can find him.”

“Yeah,” Ned responds, beginning to make circular motions with his hands again.

“I just wish we could see him.” Just like before, a small circle of sparks appear, but no portal. Not yet at least. The three of you look at each other excited, coming to the same conclusion at the same time, you needed direction, something specific.

“I just wish we could see Peter!” This time, a portal appeared and you three saw a figure standing in a dark alley.

“Woah...,” Ned mutters, staring at the portal, at what he’d done. The three of you too stunned to move.

“Salamangkero!” His Lola exclaims to Ned as they look at each other, her sudden appearance scaring you slightly as you jumped towards MJ.

“Lola, you’re right! I am magic.” Ned exclaims, getting excited.

MJ and you stare at the portal, squinting. The red and blue spandex, the spider on their chest, it had to be Peter. No one else had a suit like his, no one could recreate the suit he had, not even the best of cosplayers.

“Peter!” You both exclaim, the figure hearing you and running towards you. That’s when you realize his suit was different, the darkness having hid the differences. The spider on his chest had longer legs, the suit had a more distinctive web pattern, and it wasn't ripped or bloodied from battle like it should have been. This wasn't Peter, it couldn’t be, not unless he changed his suit, which you doubted.

Lola screamed and threw a pillow at the man as he jumped through the portal and into the room with you. Your breath hitched as she does so, moving even closer to MJ who takes your hand and gives it a small squeeze in silent support.

“Hi... hi!” The man exclaims, “no, no, no... it's okay, it’s okay, it’s okay. I’m a nice guy.” His voice was deep, and it sounded kind, like he wasn't a threat. But you couldn’t be sure, not yet. You hadn’t been so willing to trust a “superhero” recently, not after Mysterio ruined Peter’s life, and in conjunction, ruined part of you and your friend’s lives too.

Not until he pulled off his mask and revealed the most attractive man you’d ever seen. The fluffy hair, the sharp jaw and features, the kind look in his eyes, he was everything you liked compiled into one person and you didn't know how to respond. Luckily for you, MJ responded for the three of you.

“Who the hell are you?” MJ asked, staring at the man with distrust. Her words snapped you out of your stupor, reminding yourself that this man was impersonating one of your best friends. You didn’t want to believe that he was a bad guy but there normally wasn't a good reason as to why a person would pretend to be someone else.

“I’m Peter Parker.” He responds, and as much as you want to believe him, you can’t. He’s not Peter Parker, Peter Parker looked nothing like this tall man in front of you. It’s impossible.

“That’s not possible.” MJ responds, echoing your thoughts as she sizes up the intruder. “I am Spider-Man... in my world. But then yesterday, I was... I was just here,” he muttered, turning around to gawk at the portal Ned had made. “My world”, you didn’t know what did he meant by that.

“Wow... string theory, multidimensional reality and matter displacement... All real?” He asks, to which you responded this time, finally understanding what had happened. All these villains, this new Peter Parker, it had to be the multiverses coming together.

“It would seem so,” you mumble softly, drawing his attention, “seeing as you’re here.” You could feel his gaze on you, intense but in a good way, making you blushed and looks away, your friends noticing but making no comment.

“This has to be because of the spell.” Ned concludes, the three of you nodding. That was the only explanation, it was the only reason you could think of as to why this was happening. And if villains could appear out of nowhere, so could another Peter. You guessed. “’The spell?’ Like magic spell?” He asks, overhearing the conversation between you three.

“Magic’s real here too?” The three of you shake your heads fast, denying the fact that magic was real because it didn't seem to be real in his world. Any bit of knowledge about your world that he learned could seriously complicate things. It was in every time travel book you’d ever read, and while the situation wasn’t entirely the same, the same rules likely still applied.

“Prove it.” MJ suddenly turns to the Spider-Man.

“Prove what?” He responds, a confused look on his face. It was cute.

“That you’re Peter Parker.” You add on, wanting him to prove it as well, wanting to believe that he wasn't just another person trying to ruin your best friend’s life even more.

“I don’t carry an I.D. with me. You know, it kind of defeats the whole ‘anonymous superhero’ thing.” He explains, making a whole lot of sense. “Your” Peter didn't carry around an I.D. either. It was too much of a risk to have during a fight.

MJ, still skeptical, grabs a Yama roll and chucks it at the man. He doesn’t move as it bounces off his chest and rolls along the floor. You want to laugh at the sight but you hold it back, knowing it wasn't the time to break out in laughter. It wouldn’t be time to laugh for a long time.

“Why’d you do that?” He asked, rather confused.

“I was trying to see if you have the tingle thing.” She responds.

“I have the tingle thing, just not for bread.” At that response, you let out a soft laugh, the three other people in the room turning to look at you.

“Sorry, sorry,” you mumble shyly, blushing at the attention, mostly his, “I couldn’t help it. I know it’s an inappropriate time.”

MJ smiled slightly before grabbing another Yama roll.

“Can you not throw the bread again? You're a deeply mistrusting person... and I respect you it.” He holds out his hand in a “stop” motion, jumping up and sticking to the ceiling with his other hand. With that, you and Ned believed him, but MJ wasn’t so convinced.

“Crawl around,” MJ orders, to which the other Peter shook his head.

“This is plenty,” he responds. “No it’s not.” MJ fires back, sending them on a mini tangent.

“Yes, it is.”

“No it's not.”

“It is.”

“Nu uh.”

“How do I stick to the ceiling?!” He exclaims, asking a fair question. Sadly for him, it didn’t convince MJ who threw the roll anyway and reloaded another.

“Ned,” Ned’s Lola asks, beginning to speak in Tagalog, pointing to the Spider-Man. You didn't understand anything she was saying but you loved hearing any spoken language that wasn’t your own.

“My Lola is asking if you could just get the cobweb,” he translates, “There. Since you’re, like, up there?”

“Yeah,” Peter responds, gripping onto the ceiling and crawling along it until he reached the cobwebs, swatting it away with his hands. You didn't know if it was Ned’s Lola’s plan but either way, it got him to crawl, which hopefully would convince MJ that he was Peter Parker. “We good?” He asks, dropping down.

“For now,” MJ responds, still a bit skeptical but finally believing that he was Peter Parker slash Spider Man. Just not yours.

The portal behind him closes just as quickly as it had opened, Ned and MJ discussing the use of portals to find your Peter, and you thinking about the Peter in front of you.

He was different, slightly older, but still had some characteristics of your Peter. It made you smile wistfully because you were scared for your Peter, you were scared for your practically brother so much that your chest ached. You were so deep in your thoughts and worries that you didn't notice the other Peter walking over to you until he finally spoke.

“Who are you guys?” He asks, scaring you a bit but getting your attention all the same.

“Oh gosh,” You mumble as he utters quiet apologizes, “I’m Y/N, the boy who opened the portal is Ned, and the girl who throws bread is MJ. We’re your, the other you’s, best friends.”

“Ah,” he nods, the air turning awkward as you two searched for what to say. You weren’t good with new people, it was something your Peter and the others knew very well. They would talk and you would observe, a system you quite liked. “So how did you even get here? Did you just regain consciousness in this world? Did you walk through a portal? Did you get teleported? Am I asking too many questions? I’m asking to many questions,” to which you got a laugh out of him as he shook his head.

“No, no teleportation or portal, at least not that I know of. I just sort of, appeared in your world I think.” He responds, to which you nod. That made sense, asking about a portal was stupid as Ned’s seemed like the first one he'd ever seen.

“Makes sense,” you say, “did it scare you?”

“Somewhat, but it was mostly weird. I wasn’t were I was supposed to be, I was somewhere completely different but, not at the same time. There were things I didn't recognize that seemed to just appear. And of course the people going after your Peter went after me.” He answered, making you feel bad for him. No one deserved the amount of hate Peter was getting, especially not the two who hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Hmm,” you hummed, taking in his features. His fluffy brown hair stuck up in random places, his jaw was well defined, as was his nose, and his lips looked so soft. It took you a while to realize you were staring which made you turn into a blushing apologetic mess.

“Sorry,” you mumble, “I didn't mean to stare. I’m just a quiet person, I observe, I don’t talk a lot.” To which he shook his head.

“I don’t mind,” he responds, as Ned begins to open another portal. You both turn your head, watching curiously from the side as a man steps through. This wasn't your Peter either, he was too old for that, older than the first Peter by a few years.

“Great, it’s just some random guy.” Ned complains, upset that this wasn’t your Peter either.

“Hello. Um, I hope it’s okay, I just came through this, uh...,” he says as the portal closes behind him, looking around at his surroundings, “oh. It just closed.”

“You're Peter?” MJ asks.

“Yeah. Peter Parker. I... I’ve seen you two...,” he says as Ned’s Lola blushes and waves. He waves back kindly but awkwardly, exactly like your Peter would if he was in the same situation. It made your heart ache at the memory of Peter meeting you, that awkward boy who’d come to be part of your found family.

He pauses his statement as he notices the other Spider-Man in the room, the two sizing each other up. Peter pushes you behind him as the second Peter, who you deemed Parker, tensed.

“Wait, he’s... He’s not your friend.” Parker mutters, and everything begins to slow down for you. You never believed in this phenomenon but you also didn’t quite believe the multiverse theory until a second Peter was sticking to the ceiling. You were a “until I see it with my own two eyes, I won’t believe it” kind of girl, and right now, you were believing.

Peter shoots his web-slinger towards Parker who dodges it quickly before firing his own shot that Peter dodges just as quickly. Parker fires off another shot at Peter’s web-slingers, and this one hits, sticking and stopping him from firing again.

“Wait, so you’re Spider-Man too. Why didn't you just say that?” Parker asks.

“Okay, Peter, this is Parker. Parker, Peter,” You exclaim quickly, wanting to skip the long introductions in order to find your best friend. All this web slinging was making you more and more worried for your Peter who was still out there in the dark, dealing with May’s death all alone.

“Parker?” Parker asks, slightly confused as to when he received that nickname.

“Why the last name for him and the first name for me?” Peter asked softly, bumping her shoulder teasingly.

“It's just easier that way,” she bumps him back, “would you rather I call you thing 1 and thing 2?” To which both men shake their head.

“That’s what I thought.” She finished, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall.

After that, Ned’s Lola enters the room and gives a long and passionate speech in Tagalog about the men cleaning up their messes, before she heads off to bed. The men then spend a few minutes cleaning up their webbing, a sight that gets a soft laugh from you as it looks rather comical.

“Uh, this might seem kinda weird, but... I’ve been trying to find your friend ever since I got here. I just have this sense that... that he needs my help,” Parker says to you guys.

“Our help,” Peter adds as he joins into the conversation. You smile softly at him, happy to see at least someone else wanting to genuinely help Peter. You didn't know why you were just smiling at him when they both wanted to help so you turned your smile towards Parker, not noticing the darker look on Peter's face when he sees you turn away.

“He does.” You say quietly, “and um... we’re kind of, all he has... right now...”

“Well, uh, is there some place that he might go that has meaning to him? Like a place where he would go to just...” Parker began.

“Get away from everything?” Peter finished, both of them nodding at each other in confirmation.

“For me, it was the top of of the Chrysler building.” Parker muttered, remembering his spot fondly.

“Empire State. It’s just... it's a better view,” Peter states, also thinking of his spot.

Suddenly you and your friends come to a conclusion, you knew where he'd go. It was the place you’d spent hours at, doing homework, talking about “nerd” things, avoiding Flash. It was your safe haven. He’d go to the roof of Midtown High, he’d always go there.

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After the heart to heart between the three Peters, something neither you, nor Ned, nor MJ would every understand, you stood within the lab, everyone working on the plan to cure the villains. It wasn't perfect, but it was the best you could do with the limited resources and time you had.

Your Peter had assigned himself Dillon and Marko, Peter had assigned himself Connor’s as he’d already cured him once, and Parker assigned himself Osborn’s after a weird look from your Peter.

You couldn’t understand how he was feeling about curing the man who killed his aunt but you know he would do it, because that’s the sort of guy your Peter was, always wanting to help people. In all honesty, even you were skeptical about curing the Green Goblin after all the pain he’d caused your family and and the other two Peters. It made your blood boil, and not in a good way.

While Ned spoke with Parker and MJ spoke with your Peter, you decided to speak with Peter. You made your way over slowly, shyly, not used to approaching people first.

“So,” you mumbled softly, “you’ve cured Connor before?” Your question caught him off guard as he hadn't expected you to ask it. He'd expected you to simply observe as you seemed to enjoy, but he enjoyed your engagement with what he was doing.

“Yeah, I did it once,” he responds softly, continuing to mix chemicals and work on his antidote.

“That’s really cool,” you smile softly, watching his hands as they work, feeling a pull towards him that you couldn't explain. You never started conversations, never, and you knew that your friends would comment on it if they ever heard. Unknowing to you, they did.

You didn’t know why, but for some reason, he was different. You would approach him for conversation, you would talk to him first, and it frustrated you because you didn't know why. You wanted to know why, but you also didn’t care all that much. You just like talking with him.

“I suppose,” he brushes it off, his blush going unnoticed by you.

“It is, it's really cool. You cured a villain, you saved his life and thousands of others.” You repeated, not wanting him to brush off the compliment for some reason.

“But I couldn't save the person who mattered the most to me,” he muttered so quietly you almost didn't catch it. But you knew that that was his loss, his Uncle Ben, his Aunt May, the loss that crippled him.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble softly, shying away, “I didn’t know.”

You felt stupid for saying what you said, for throwing him right back into his grief after he had obviously done his best to climb out of it. You fiddled with your hands, picking at your skin, before he grabbed your hands.

“It’s okay,” he told you softly, “I’m okay, I promise.”

You nod slowly, not believing him but knowing it isn't your place to question it. You’re about to walk away when he starts talking.

“I couldn’t save her, when she fell,” His voice is shaky as he explains, “she was the most important person in my life and I couldn’t save her.”

So he’d lost his version of MJ, which meant he lost who he loved most. He lost the person who would patch him up, who would be waiting up for him after patrols, who would calm him down after a bad day or a bad fight, who would make him smile at the stupidest things, who was his everything,

You stare at him, your expression soft as you hug him, another first for you. Why you hugged him, you also didn't know, but you were and you didn't care. You felt the need to offer him comfort, something he probably hadn’t felt in a long time from what you’d gathered.

“It wasn’t your fault,” you mumble, moving to try and get his attention as he looks away, “but you don't know that... do you?”

“It was my fault. If I had done more...”

“You still wouldn’t have been able to save her. You did your best Peter, I may not know you, but I know you did your best.” You interrupt, not letting him blame himself for a second longer. You knew that road.

“Don’t go down that road, wondering what you could have changed isn’t healthy. Wondering what you could have done differently isn’t healthy. Wondering about the different outcomes isn’t healthy. What happened, happened, and you can’t change that. You also shouldn't blame yourself for it, it happens to everyone at some point.” To which he nods.

“You can't save everyone,” she gestures around the room, “Look around you, neither could any of us. Parker couldn’t save Uncle Ben, our Peter couldn’t save Aunt May, and Ned, MJ, and I couldn’t save our Peter from everything that’s happened to him.”

“We’re all doing our best, including you. And you three have saved a lot of lives, countless lives. Try not to forget that,” you finishes, letting it settle in as he gives you a small smile, something you returns with a soft smile of your own.

“Thank you,” he mutters softly, looking a little brighter than before. You wished you could freeze time, to stay in this moment, where he looks just a little bit unburdened.

“Could I have another hug,” he asks softly, “I haven't had one in a long time.”

You nod, “always,” standing on your tip toes and wrapping your arms around his neck. His arms circle your waist slowly, tightly, pressing you to his chest gently, his large form cradling your body. You’d never had a hug like this and you hated yourself for wanting to pull him back when it finally ended. But now wasn't the time.

“Peter,” Ned called out, causing Peter to turn his head towards the boy at the computer, all three of them starting to respond before apologizing to each other.

“Peter, Peter...,” Ned tried again, the three Peters saying they’re all called Peter.

“And this is why I nicknamed you Peter and him Parker,” you laugh softly at Ned’s failure to get the right Peter’s attention, bumping Peter’s shoulder, teasing him for earlier when he questioned your nicknaming.

“Peter Parker?” Ned tried, getting the same response.

“And what about your Peter?” He asks mischievously.

“I’ll just call him our Peter.” You responded, smiling at your tiny victory when he nods in agreement.

“It’s uh... the computer!” Finally Ned got it through to your Peter as he moves towards his laptop to check the diagnostic results of the cures.

He says his cures are ready, the other two Peter’s saying they're ready too, and the plan begins to take form. Your Peter would lure all the villains to the Statue of Liberty with the box and they’d cure them as they come. The only problem Peter could think of was how everyone would get there, to which Ned explains that he has magic, everyone nodding and agreeing.

“Yeah, he’s right. He can.” You add.

“No way!” Your Peter exclaims.

“Yeah! And I promise you, I won’t turn into a super villain and tru to kill you.” Ned responds, getting a back pat from Peter who stands beside you. His arm brushes yours as it falls from Ned’s back, a blush forming on your face that you think no one notices.

“Okay... thank you?” Your Peter says, “Um, all right. Here goes nothing.”

“What's the thing you always say : ‘Expect disappointment and...,” Peter starts, trying to quote MJ’s classic line.

“No, no, no... we’re gonna kick some ass.” MJ interrupts.

“Cure. Cure some ass.” Parker corrects.

“Cure some ass.” You add, laughing softly at his correction.

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“I hate this,” you mumble as you stand within the classroom, the portal to the Statue of Liberty open for when Peter would throw the box to MJ. The air blowing through it was brisk and cold with a hint of salt that tangled into your hair. 

You could just barely make out the silhouettes of the heroes and their respective villains as they worked in perfect tangent. It had taken a bit of time but they really seemed to be acting as a team now, helping each other rather than getting in each other’s way.

Even so, you didn't want to just sit around waiting as the Spider-Men were fighting for their lives and the safety of everyone else’s. Even though they told you not to join the fight, you were itching to. You hated feeling helpless, useless, it was a feeling you never wanted to experience again.

“I do too, but we can't do what they do,” MJ tells you gently, giving you a gentle hug as she stares through the portal, worried about her boyfriend. You were worried about your Peter too, but you were worried for the other two Peters just as much.

“What if they can't do it?” You mumble, feeling anxiety creep up into your chest. The sharp pain you hadn’t felt for a while returning deep within you, creeping upon you as your head made you imagine what things would be like if they failed.

“They can do it.” MJ states firmly, not letting your fears get to you as she continued to mutter soft reassurances into your hair. Her arms are a welcomed feeling as they stay wrapped around your shoulders, supporting you. She was the big sister you’d always wanted, and you were the little sister she always wanted.

You nod, slowly beginning to believe that they could pull it off. It wasn’t that you didn’t believe in them, you really did, it was just the fact that they were going up against multiple villains at the same time, something none of them had ever experienced before. But they seemed to be pulling it off, a sight that brought a smile to your face every time they, mainly Peter, swung by the portal.

“What’s got you smiling that way,” MJ asked in her classic MJ way, quizzical and questioning, always knowing something you didn’t expect her to know.

“What way?” You asked softly, tilting your body to the left get a better view of the Spider-Men as they swung around the statue.

“You know what I mean, you and Peter 3.” She mused, noticing how you were dodging the question by using another question, something you often did when you were trying to hide something.

“There’s nothing going on between me and Peter three,” you respond, hoping she would notice how quickly you answered the question. But of course she did, she was MJ and she knew you like the back of her hand.

“Okay, there’s technically nothing there,” you start off before being cut off.

“But you want there to be.” She finishes for you.

“MJ, now isn’t the time. They’re out there fighting for the lives of this entire city, ours included.” You try to reason with her, still dodging the question.

“You didn’t say no,” she smiled mischievously, having got you. Knowing when to cut your losses, you sigh in defeat and nod.

“Okay, maybe I do wish there was,” you begin, “but there isn’t. And there never will be. He has to go home at some point, it would never work.” As you speak, you realize how true those words are. He would be going home, and you’d be here, you’d never see him again. Anything with him was dangerous.

Thankfully you were dragged from your spiraling thoughts as your Peter swung towards you.

“MJ! Head’s up!” Peter yells as he throws the box through the portal.

Due to your positioning, you’re the one that lunges forwards to catch the box, MJ’s arms falling from around you as you clutch the box close to your chest. It radiates with power and you almost drop it before securing your grip on it.

“Got it! Close it!” You exclaim as Ned begins to try and close it with no success.

“Uh... Ned, it’s not closing.” MJ mutters, your anxiety beginning to spike as you notice the lizard man spotting you with the box in hand. You begin to back away from the portal, desperately trying to pull MJ with you as he makes his way towards you.

“Um, guys...,” you try to get their attention.

“Okay, wait, wait... wait...Yeah... wait... We’ll just keep going,” Ned speaks over you.

“Guys,” you try again.

“All right, all right, we got it, we got it... we got this!” Ned speaks over you again.

“Guys!” You exclaim, gesturing to the lizard now crawling quickly towards the portal and you three. You can't seem much in the dark but the light of the portal reflects off his long claws and teeth as he lunges at you.

You dodge quickly, doing your best to keep something between you and the lizard at all times. Lab equipment and beakers come crashing down to the ground behind you, chairs and tables being destroyed in his violent wake.

You can see that MJ and Ned had already exited the portal onto the scaffolding of the statue and you followed them as quickly as you could. You finally feel your feet hitting the metal as you sprint full speed ahead through the portal, weaving around the metal bars trying to lose him.

Your Peter notices the three of you running away from the lizard, yelling out as he slams into the lizard, tackling him and buying you guys some time to get further away.

You don’t get far before the lizard slams your Peter down hard into the scaffolding, continuing to chase you. As you run around the tower, Ned tries desperately to open a portal to anything, anywhere. Finally a portal opens, a portal to the bottom of New York Bay, sending a huge wave of water at the lizard, knocking him back as scaffolding falls around him.

The lizard stops as the water blocks him from getting to you three, your Peter swinging in and kicking him backwards.

“MJ,” he yells, indicating to her to throw him the cure, which she does. They watch as their Peter shoves it into the lizards mouth, releasing the gas that transforms the lizard back into a man.

“Woah!” Ned exclaims, impressed as the lizard staggers to the ground, slowly turning back into a man.

“We’ve got to hide this thing,” you say to Ned and MJ who nod immediately, Ned trying to make another portal. You feel a warm dessert breeze as a glaring Dr. Strange steps out of the portal.

“Where is he?” He asks, using magic to get the box from you.

“Wait!” You and MJ exclaim together.

“Before you do anything Mister... Doctor Strange, sir... Peter’s plan is working,” you desperately say as Dr. Strange looks around mystified, spotting the lizard man slowly turning back into Mr. Conners.

“Well, I’ll be damned.” He answers, surprised by what the Spider-Men were accomplishing. Part of you wanted to berate him about underestimating your Peter but at the same time, it was him who got everyone into this situation in the first place.

“Did you just open a portal?” Dr. Strange finally turns to Ned.

“Yes... yes, sir. I did.” He responds nervously, fiddling with the Sling Ring on his fingers.

“Hmmmm...,” Dr. Strange mutters, rather impressed by Ned’s abilities, giving Ned an approving nod. A nod that Ned would likely never forget.

He then proceeds to portal away to the crown on the Statue of Liberty, the box in his hands. Your Peter jumps down in front of him trying to convince him not to press the button as their plan is working. He introduces the other two Spider-Men to a very done Dr. Strange, and right as he’s about to press the button, a voice calls out.

“Can the Spider-Man come out to play?” The green goblin asks evilly, the last villain they had to cure. He appears on his glider, the one that killed Aunt May. He glides around quickly, throwing bomb after bomb after bomb at everything in sight.

Dr. Ock springs into action, grabbing bombs out of Dr. Strange’s path. You, Ned, and MJ safe as he hasn't noticed you three yet, focusing instead on the heroes trying to stop him.

During the chaos, Green Goblin manages to steal the box from Dr. Strange, beginning to glide away. Before he can however, one of Doc Ock’s tentacles grabs his glider, keeping him in place as Dr. Strange uses magic to grab the box back.

It doesn't take long for the Spider Men to sense something's wrong.

“Strange, no...!” Your Peter yells as the box suddenly explodes, the unstable spell sending a shockwave through everything around it. The shockwave ripples through Captain America’s shield, making it creak and fall into the scaffolding, breaking and bending everything around you.

You manage to dodge the debris but don't realize the scaffolding beneath you crumbling until you begin falling. Ned and MJ manage to grab onto a bent pole, but you don’t. You reach for MJ as she reaches for you but you continue to fall as your fingers just barely graze each other’s, a scream ripping from your mouth.

Your Peter, hearing your scream, dives after you. He’s so close, your fingers are touching, but the Green Goblin’s glider slams into him, knocking him away from you as the Green Goblin laughs maniacally.

As you fall, you realize that you were going to die. Your life didn’t flash before your eyes but everything slowed down once more as you took in what you believe to be the last moments of your life before you slammed into the pavement below you. No one could save you. No one but Peter.

He leaps into action, swinging down towards you and wrapping his arms around your waist. He webs a not broken part of the scaffolding before gently landing on the ground, you held tightly in his arms.

“Are you okay?” He asks, emotions rolling off him and onto you when you realize that he had finally done what he couldn’t do in the past. He’d redeemed himself, he’d caught you, he’d saved your life.

“Yeah, I’m okay, Peter,” you mumble, pressing your face into his neck, still getting over the feeling of free falling, still getting over the feeling of accepting your death. You were so close to death, so close to making your Peter grieve another loss, but you couldn't dwell on that.

“Are you okay?” You asks softly, pulling away just enough to see his tear-stained face as he nods in affirmation. He’s okay, even though he’s crying, he’s okay. It's happy tears.

He gently lets you go, even though you both want to hold on.

“You should go,” you says softly, “ they need your help right now.”

“Bu...,” he begins but you cuts him off.

“No buts,” you says, placing his hand above your heart, “still here, and I’ll be here after. Go find them.” With that, he nods, kissing the top of your head and swinging off to go help the other Peters.

You stand there for a few moments, shocked by the kiss. It was your first kiss from a boy, even if it was only on the forehead. And it was from him, of all people. 

You smile softly to yourself as you begin to look for Ned and MJ, walking around the base of the statue, climbing over fallen debris and piles of tarp, calling out for your friends. You see them standing at the base, likely looking for you.

“Ned! MJ!” You call out as you spot them, running towards them. They hear your shouts, yelling your name before running to meet you. The three of you crash into a group hug as you three mutter reassurances that you’re all fine.

You finally release each other when you hear your Peter calling MJ’s name from the edge of the shield. You watch as he then turns on Green Goblin, attacking him with all the pent up rage he has from May’s death.

Green Goblin breaks free, releasing his arm blades and swinging them at your Peter who dodges with ease. Your Peter gains the upper hand, using it to bash him into the ground, violently punching him.

“He’s going to kill him,” you whisper softly, scared for Peter as you watch him pummel Green Goblin, “he’s going to kill him.”

You sigh in relief when Parker gets in front of the glider, successfully stopping your Peter from killing Norman along with the Green Goblin. But your relief soon turns to horror when the Green Goblin stabs Parker in the back, Parker stumbling to the ground.

The Green Goblin continues to taunt your Peter but it doesn't get through this time. You watch as Peter throws the cure to your Peter, your Peter jabbing it into the Green Goblin’s neck, successfully curing the last of the villains.

Norman looks around in shock and distraught at what he’s done but Parker seems to be okay as he leans on both Peter’s. You heard something about, “I’ve been stabbed before,” and rolled your eyes. Spider-Men.

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Finally, after everything's settled, your Peter swings over to you three, dropping down and immediately being pulled into a group hug. You sigh contently, happy to have your family in your arms, safe and sound.

“You’re okay,” MJ says softly, looking at him affectionately, a look reserved for only him. She would look at you and Ned with affection but her looks for him were always something special, a little crack in her facade.

“Are you okay?” He asks you three, pulling away from the hug just enough to ask the question.

“Yeah, we’re okay,” you respond softly, ruffling his hair and smiling.

“Um, we should go, right?” MJ asks him, beginning to tug you in a random direction, assuming Ned or Dr. Strange would get you all home.

“You’re gonna forget who I am.” Peter says abruptly.

You stare at him, trying to gauge if you heard him wrong but deep down you know you didn't. Forget Peter? No, you could never forget him, not with all those years and all those memories. Would you? Would they just be gone? Just like that?

“What?” Ned asks, looking to your Peter for an explanation.

“Forget who you are, what are you talking about?” MJ asks.

“It’s okay. I’m going to come and find you, and I’ll explain everything,” your Peter says with conviction, “I’ll make you remember me, and it’ll be like none of this every happened. Okay?”

You feel panic rising in you as MJ asks all the questions you wanted to say but didn’t have the courage to, “Okay, but what if it doesn’t work? What if we can’t remember you? I don’t want to do that.”

“I know, MJ. I know,” he responds.

“Is there nothing we can do? We can’t come up with, like, a plan or something, you know? There’s always something we can do?” She tries to fight it but from Peter’s expression, you know it’s all in vain, there’s nothing you can do. This is going to happen, no matter what you want.

“There’s nothing we can do,” he says, trying to reassure her with a, “but it’ll be okay.”

“You promise?” Ned asks.

“Yeah, I promise.” Your Peter states, as the two do a bittersweet version of their handshake for possibly the last time. You decide to stand off to the side, letting them have their last moments together in peace before he turns to you.

“I’ll come find you, I promise. And I'll tell you everything, everything we did. From those horrendous finger painting, to the time Aunt May made us go to the school dance, to the time you tried to convince me to ask MJ out, all of it.” He tells you softly.

“You better,” you mumble softly, beginning to tear up, “or I’m going to be really pissed when I find out.”

He laughs, “that’s what you’ll all be if I don’t.” Trying to make light of a rough situation, but it didn't work this time.

You pull him into a hug, trying to cement the feeling of his hugs into your memory. You feel his tears dropping on your jacket and you pull back, giving him a wide smile and a fake laugh, your own method of trying to cheer him up that doesn't quite work.

With that, you let him and MJ have their moment before he swings away, out of your lives for who knows how long.

“Goodbye,” you mumble softly, wiping away your tears as MJ and Ned hug you tight.

“You should say goodbye to him,” MJ tells you, making you tilt your head in confusion.

“Peter 3,” she adds and you nodded in confirmation, making your way down to the other two Peters. Your steps were light, quiet, but they knew you were coming the moment you stepped on the shield.

“So,” you drawl, “you guys excited to go home?” You asked softly, looking at both of them but really only addressing one, Peter. You don’t know why but that was how it was.

“Very,” Parker muttered, “I need to get back to my wife.” You smiled at his words, happy that in some universe, Peter was with his MJ, alive and happy.

“I’m going to give you guys some space.” Parker states, walking a little ways off to where he wouldn’t be overhearing what you guys said in your last moments together.

“So this is goodbye?” Peter asked softly, reaching out to touch your hair, a gesture that sent a flurry of butterflies wild in your stomach.

“I don’t want you to go.” You blurt out, quickly covering your mouth with your hands in shock.

When he takes a few seconds to answer, you begin to turn, ready to break into a sprint away from him as your broken heart throbbed. But you didn't get very far as his webbing caught your side, pulling you into his embrace.

It was just like before, his arms circling your waist tightly, you pressed gently against his chest, his body cradling yours as he held you. He smelled of clean shave and another scent you couldn’t describe in any other way but “him”.

“I don’t want to go either,” he sighed, his lips pressed to her forehead, “but before I do, I want to give you this.” he mumbles, passing her his mask.

“I can’t take this, you need this,” she tried to fight but he shushed her with a finger.

“Just means I’ll have to come back to get it.” He responded with a cocky smile, already beginning to fade as he threw up a peace sign for Parker and a forehead kiss for her.

She felt tears streaming down her face before the ripple passed through her. When she came to, she was standing on the Statue of Liberty island at sunrise, a Spiderman mask in her hands that she didn’t know where she got it from.

She stared down at it, shoving it in her back pocket before going to look for Ned and MJ who had come to the island with her.

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MJ and you are in the coffee shop MJ worked at, MJ behind the counter and you reading a book on one of the stools. Your bag leaned against the stool legs, opened far enough to reveal a crudely hidden Spider-Man mask that you’d been carrying around for a while now.

The book you read was The Outsider by Stephen King, it was good, but not good enough as it was put down the second Ned walked through the doors. You threw him a peace sign, something else you’d been doing recently, among the other little things you’d started doing.

“One sec,” MJ said to you two as another guy entered the coffee shop, “can I help you?” The boy was from Midtown, Peter Parker you think, but you hadn’t spoken to him a lot. He was the school’s resident genius of the decathlon team but stayed mostly to himself.

“”Hi, um, my name is Peter Parker. And I...,” he trails off, “would like a coffee, please.” It seemed like he wanted to say more but stopped himself, something you do yourself quite often, not wanting to blow your observational cover.

“Okay, no problem, Peter Parker,” MJ responded, beginning to make his coffee.

“Donut for my fellow engineer,” she told Ned.

“Oh, wait, what?” Ned asked, making you two laugh.

“MIT, they’re the Engineers.” You explained, before Ned started laughing too at his own lapse in memory.

“Oh, right, right, right, I should probably know that.” Ned commented, finally calming down from his laughter.

“Look at you being all school spirit missy,” you smiled from over your coffee cup, the Carmel mixing perfectly into your beverage.

“Tell anybody, I will deny it.” MJ responded, sliding Peter Parker his coffee over the table.

“Peter Parker,” she called, when he didn’t respond, she said it a second time, “Peter Parker?”

“Your coffee,” she gestured to the drink when he finally snapped from his stupor.

“Right. Thank you. Um, are you excited for MIT?” He asked, and you decided to tune them out, a knowing smile on your lips as you watched MJ twiddle the black dahlia on her necklace.

Just like you and the mask, she didn’t know where she’d gotten it, it had just been there, wrapped around her neck and she couldn’t let it go. You had both shrugged it off, deciding to not dwell in the tedious details as you both felt a connection to them.

Peter Parker began to step away when you decided to speak up, “hey Parker!”

“Yeah?” He asked, turning around to face you.

“Wanna join us in studying? I know we’re in the same chem class and you’re doing fine, but I could use some help on these formulas.” You asked, looking to Ned and MJ for confirmation that that was okay. They nodded their approval and you looked back at the guy to see that he was smiling.

“I’d like that.”

[winterironwhims]

This is how I imagined Tony looked like — soft fluffy hair, bright brown doe eyes, sweater paws — in @iam93percentstardust 's fluffy fic, Date with a Book(seller)! Tbh, this is how I always visualize what Tony looks like when he shares stories of the things / people he loves.

Baker Tony and Book Seller Bucky??? Yes, pls. I love soft boys being in love! One of my fave scenes:

Tony’s smile is bright and beautiful. Bucky’s heart skips several beats. “You wanna come upstairs?” he offers before he can think better of it. Tony frowns confusedly. “For clothes! Not for—anything else,” he finishes awkwardly.

Tony giggles.

[amysteriousmessenger]

Then can I play with saeran 's fluffy hair :(

YES, you absolutely CAN  GE Saeran loves when you run your fingers through his hair, it feels so soft and intimate and safe to him. When he has headaches especially, he’ll lay with his head in your lap and close his eyes. He says that just being near you is enough to help his headaches, but he actually just wants you to play in his hair.

He showers everyday and you can always smell his shampoo on him, along with traces of whatever flower he’s been spending the most time with in the garden. They’re fresh smells, so Saeran’s hair always smells sweet and refreshing!

If you’re outside in the garden or at the park, he really enjoys all the fresh air while he has his head in your lap like this. Likewise, whenever he opens his eyes he can look up and watch both you and the moving clouds at the same time <3 

While you enjoy playing with his soft hair the most, you also love running your finger tips across each of his features, slowly tracing the outlines of his eyes and lips. He gets pretty sleepy when you do this, but it makes him feel so doted on that it’s one of his favourite activities, even if he gets a little bit embarrassed at admitting it.

 He especially likes it when you gently touch on his bottom lip, because then he gets to purse his lips and kiss your finger, laughing at how adorable you are!

[littlexscarletxwitch]

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻

paring: mum!florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): fluffy fluff, flo being a mum, uncle toby, r interacting with flo's kid, flo with heart eyes looking at them, doubts from flo

warning(s): fluff, so sweet it's kinda funny, grammatical errors

word count: 1.1k

note: First, I kinda wish this was longer but I think is quite sweet. Second, I'M RUNNING OUT OF NAMES IDEAS FOR FLORENCE'S KIDS. Like I know nobody gives a shit about their names, but for some reason it is so important to me. So if I ever repeat them just ignore it lol. Also, I saw an opportunity to bring marvel up and I don't regret it on bit. I'm not an english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you guys enjoy! <3

requests are open! + check my rules here + masterlist <3

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. Part 1 | Part 2 ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

You smiled at her, she looked like an angel in disguise, the moonlight reflecting on her eyes made it look like they were actually green aventurines, and you couldn’t help but get lost in them. 

“What?” she asked you, a smile forming on her lips. 

She shared the same amount of love you had for her, you could see it in those soft green eyes of hers.

“I just wish we could have more time,” you confessed, a bit of sadness in your words.

Florence and you were right at her front door. Your date had ended a few minutes ago when you parked the car in front of her home. Eventhoguh, the two of you had been dating for almost 7 months now, this was the first time you had driven her home. Which you did think was a bit odd, but never thought much about it. 

“Do you want to come in?”

You were taken aback by the question, not actually expecting that kind of request to slip out of her lips. 

“Do you want me to come in?”

“Of course, silly. I wouldn’t have asked you otherwise. Come on, we can watch a movie and you can stay the night if you want to,” she looked at you with big doe eyes, how could you say no to those beautiful pickle green eyes?

“Okay, yes,” you kissed her cheek, eager to be wrapped around her arms for the rest of the night. 

She looked for her keys, but soon the door was being opened from the inside by someone else. 

“Hello,” Toby said when the door was fully opened. “I’m sorry, Flossie, we didn’t expect you to come just yet. But we are on our way out, don’t worry. Hi, Y/n,” he said, finally looking your way and you returned the greet with a smile.

“He’s here?” Florence asked, she sounded both worried and comforted. 

“Mummy!” you heard someone shout, and a few seconds later a little man came running to Florence’s arms. 

Your eyes winded in realisation, as you watched them tightly holding onto each other, as if they haven’t seen each other in decades. This was Florence’s kid, a kid you had no idea that existed until now. 

“We’re sorry Flossie, Aaron here couldn’t sleep without his teddy bear. But we are leaving right now,” Toby said, gently pulling the kid away from Florence and trying to head him out the house. 

“Wait a second, uncle Toby. Who’s that?” he pointed at you, noticing your presence right next to his mum.

You looked at Florence, not sure what you were supposed to say. She looked back at you, also not knowing how to approach the situation. This was not how she expected for you to meet her child. Hell, she wasn’t even sure if you liked kids. Her eyes got watery when she realised that this was it, she had lost you forever. Who could ever want a woman with a child? Who could ever want a woman that had never said anything about having a child?

Maybe it was for the best. Maybe you and Florence weren’t a good match after all. And even though she felt so much love for you, her kid would always come first. Even if it broke her heart doing so.

“I’m Y/n,” she heard you say, interrupting her train of thoughts. 

She blinked her tears away, and focused her sight on you. You were kneeling in front of her child just so you could be the same height as him. 

“And what are you doing with my mum?”

You chuckled at the little boy’s tone showing how much he cared about her mother, “We just were about to watch a movie, right Flo?” you try to find her eyes seeking some kind of comfort for the both of you. 

She locked eyes with you, and realised that you weren’t angry, you were just a little confused. But Florence could work with confusion, she could explain everything to you and things would be alright in no time. 

“What are you guys watching?” he raised his brow at you. 

The more you looked at him, the more you could see Florence through his eyes. They were the same shade of green, the same brightness to them as her mum’s. The only difference between them was that his hair was darker, way darker than Florence’s, almost pitch black.

“Aaron, we have to go,” Toby tried to step in but there was no use. 

“What are you guys going to watch?” he repeated his question, completely ignoring his uncle. 

“Aaron, you should go with uncle Toby,” Florence tried. 

But you had his whole attention. 

“I don’t know, which one would you pick?”

“Well, I like superhero movies,” he gave you a warm smile. 

Good, you thought, he’s loosening up. 

“No way, I love superheroes. Which one is your favourite?”

“I really like Captain America, but I also like Hulk, because he’s so strong. And you?”

“Well, I am more of a Spidey kind of person, you know?” you trailed off. 

The two of you were so engrossed in your conversation that you didn’t notice Florence smiling at the two of you. Relief washed over her as she realised how much you and Aaron had in common, even though he was just a 10 year old and you were a proper adult. She laughed to herself realising how childish you could be sometimes. 

“Okay, Aaron, we have to go now,” Toby interrupted the two of you. 

“But I want to stay, I want to talk to Y/n some more,” he pouted and looked at his mom with big puppy eyes. 

You laugh at him, the same doe eyes Florence would give you when she deeply wanted something from you. 

“Baby, Y/n and I need to talk and—,” but you cut her off. 

“Oh, come on. You said we could watch a movie, right? Why can’t he join us?” 

“Yeah, I can join the two of you,” Aaron agreed. 

“Y/n, I don’t think that is a good idea…”

“Come on, Flor, we can talk tomorrow morning, okay? I want to get to know this little guy a little bit better,” she watched as you winked at Aaron.

“Yeah!” Aaron once again agreed with you, trying to convince his mum as well. 

Florence looked at her son and then back at you. The two of you had just met and you were giving her the same pouty lips. She playfully rolled her eyes at the both of you, maybe this was always how things were supposed to unravel. 

“Okay, he can stay,” she finally agreed. 

“Great, I’m the only one who isn’t wanted right now,” Toby joked. 

“Yeah, see you later, uncle Toby,” Aaron said gently pushing him out the door. “We have some movies to watch.”

Before Aaron shut the door on his uncle’s face, Toby laughed and quickly waved the three of you goodbye. Once Aaron turned around his eyes met yours. 

“So, Y/n,” you could hear the playfulness in his words. “Team Iron man or Team Cap?” he looked at you dead in the eyes. 

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! <3

-M

[lunaverseimagine]

HP Fic Recs Pt. 2

Pt. 1

For some of the amazing authors I didn’t get to appreciate in the first post, I see you and I appreciate the work you share 💖💛

Pure angst

Changes (George Weasley x Reader) by @wand3ringr0s3 Ripped my heart to shreds in the most beautiful way

Cursed (Neville Longbottom x Reader) by @poppin-potter One of those fics that just completely absorbs you into the story, absolutely beautiful

Angsty fluff

Clarity (George Weasley x Reader) by @ickle-ronniekins Beautiful soulmate AU that gave me many feels

Innocent Enough (George Weasley x Reader) by @hufflefluff-writer Written in such a clever way and made my heart melt

The Odd Magic of Books (Remus Lupin x Reader) by @slytherinwriter618 Ok so this fic captured my heart and then s h a t t e r e d it - readers, you have been warned

Hope (Sirius Black x Reader) by @blisfvll Very bittersweet, gave me f e e l s

Fluffy as a cloud

Deep End (Cedric Diggory x Reader) by @sdicapriox I felt complete after reading this, such gorgeous fluff for my sweet Cedric

Checkmate (Ron Weasley x Reader) by @theweasleysredhair As part of the Ron Weasley Defense Squad I approve this fic, I love the way you wrote him and you’ve fulfilled my fluffy needs

Bathtub (Percy Weasley x Reader) by @slytherinquill I don’t normally read for Percy but if this is what Percy fics are like I think I’ve changed my mind

Ponytail (George Weasley x Reader) by @parker-potters Gorgeous wholesome domestic fluff that’s making me wonder when I’ll get a George...

Can’t Help Falling in Love With You (Sirius Black x Reader) by @eleven-times-lively Sirius admitting his love to his best friend? Yes please

And the universe said I love you (Remus Lupin x Reader) by @thou-crusty-batch-of-nature I seem to have a thing for alcohol fics but let’s ignore that... this fic is so beautiful - fluff and mutual pining and some Sirius angst that just made my heart swell

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Go show these authors all the love they deserve for sharing these amazing fics with us!! ❤️❤️

I’ve already got a list of authors I want to include in pt 3, but if I haven’t included you yet and you write HP imagines please make yourself known to me so I don’t miss anyone (we stan a shameless self-promo!) 💖

[nevernonline]

✧.* crash into me; lsm one shot.

A one shot based off what transpired before these texts.

✧ Synopsis: Lee Dokyeom was your closest friend. After a friendly dinner you head back to his apartment, to play a game little did you know it would crash the friendship barrier between you two.

✧ genre/s: fluffy, friends to who knows?, 

✧ warning/s: suggested smut, suggestive humor and theme, kisses, lots of hands, some light drinking. 

Sitting at your favorite table awaiting the arrival of your best friend Seokmin, felt like a lifetime. It was a Friday night so of course the line was accumulating outside the restaurant and the patriots were waiting for your seat where you selfishly look like you’re taking up a table for you and your seltzer water. 

Through the large glass windows waiting at the cross walk you spot him looking for a chance to jaywalk across the street safely and sprint breathlessly to your side. 

As Ola, you and Seokmin’s favorite waitress brings him to the table alongside your cocktail orders, you can feel at peace again. That’s what he was to you, peace. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I got stuck helping someone with a task just as I was ready to leave. I feel so bad.” 

The brown haired boy now stripped of his denim jacket, resembling a puppy now flipping through the menu as if he wasn’t sure what to order. 

“It’s okay, seriously. I just mainly feel bad because all of those couples outside were starting to give me the stink eye. Also, I already ordered for you, why are you looking at the menu?” 

“You’re so right, I don’t know. I’m really flustered for some reason.” 

You slide his gin and tonic closer to him. 

“Drink this, please. You’re going to pop a forehead vein if you don’t settle down, Seok.” 

“You are right, for the second time. Maybe you should take up gambling.” 

As his breaths get back to normal, he takes another look at you. Your hair was up off your neck elegantly, a cream colored blouse with brown trousers, and the loafers he bought you for your birthday last year on your feet. He noticed you wore makeup today, a rare occasion for you since you didn’t need it. 

“Why do you look so beautiful today?” 

The words just escaped his mouth like word vomit, he couldn’t help but tell you. 

“Do I not look like this everyday?” 

He leans back in his chair to get a better look at you, sizing you up again. 

“No, something is different. Not that you don’t look beautiful all the time, but something is standing out to me..” 

You raised your hand from your side of the table to rest on top of his. 

“Seok, you’re rambling again.”  

His long fingers enclosed around yours as he held onto it a moment longer than normal. 

“No, I’m just trying to get my point across. I’m doing a bad job of it, but you are really beautiful. Got it?” 

A blush rose to your cheeks as your hand found its way back to the now sweaty glass and finished off the liquor inside. 

“Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself.” 

 His megawatt smile flashed itself your way and you continued to enjoy your meal without any more of Seokmins semi-sober ranting. 

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“GOD, I am so fucking full. That was amazing.” 

You giggled slamming the front door shut behind you, making your way into Seokmin’s apartment. 

“You know it’s extra good when I can sleep on your shoulder the whole bus ride without you smacking me.” 

“Seok, I do not.” 

“Uh, yeah you do, you're like some little old woman.” 

Suddenly a t-shirt hit your lap, coming from the entryway of Seokmin’s bedroom door. 

“I figured you’d want to wear that to sleep, I’m not letting you leave here alone when you’ve been drinking.” 

Your head turns slightly to your right to reply, but your eyes caught a glimpse of Seokmin in only his boxers changing into his own sleep shirt. It’s not wrong to stare at your best friend, right? 

“Do you want to watch a movie or play a game, maybe have wine?” 

His voice grew closer as you were still stuck staring at him. 

“Uh, can we do all of the above?” 

“Yes. Hurry up and go get changed, dummy.” 

You’re now standing in the same spot Seokmin was moments before, not at all baiting him to glance your way, but for some reason you couldn’t help yourself. With your back turned to him it’s impossible to see if he’s actively watching you, but you can tell by his sudden silence that he just might be. 

“Okay, so what shall we do first?” 

Sitting down next to him now matching his own outfit, underwear and his t-shirts.  

“I say we put on some music and play that funny truth or drink game you made me for a gift a few years back.” 

“Only if you want to die tonight, you NEVER answer any of the questions unless it’s like ‘golden retrievers or huskies?’”

Seokmin slapped your arm, removing himself from the floor to hunt down the laminated pieces of paper. 

“Okay, well how about we only get three chances to plead the fifth, any other question you have to answer or you have to drink.” 

Your eyes roll watching him move swiftly through his home, now grabbing a freshly opened bottle of red wine. 

“Plus it's only wine so we can cap it off at one bottle otherwise I do have opened tequila.” 

“Seok, do you not remember what happened the last time I had too much tequila?” 

“Sort of. I was equally as drunk as you if not more, all I remember is you’re  clingy as hell.” 

Taking the space across the coffee table from you, he placed the stack of questions down, and poured half of the red liquid in two coffee mugs. 

“Ladies first.” 

His eyes crinkled on the side as he smiled, waiting for you to read the first interrogating question. 

“Okay,” A laugh escaped your lips before reading out loud. “What’s the shortest amount of time you’ve known someone before hooking up?” 

“Oh come on, you can answer that it’s easy.” 

“Hm, I really was a little crazy when I first went to college. I’d have to say maybe a half hour?” 

Seokmin just nodded, nothing about that was too crazy. He knew about your freshman year of college. 

“Alright, Seoky. Saddle up.” 

You giggled, taking a sip of your wine out of turn, watching the face of the other player turn red. 

“What’s your most embarrassing fantasy?” 

He flirts with the idea of answering that most of his recent fantasies have involved you, but instead he takes a swig of his drink. 

“Oh come on. You’re no fun. Pick another card, Seok.” 

“That’s not how this game is played, you go.” 

“What’s the most embarrassing time you got turned on?” 

You stretched your head thinking you should confess to your friend that watching him change earlier brought on some sort of fever, but decided against it. 

“Actually, this is embarrassing. But, do you remember my friend Jeonghan from college?” 

“Yeah, of course. Tall, blonde, and gorgeous guy.” 

“Well one time we were studying for a biology exam and the AC in the library was broken, so it was ridiculously hot. We were both sweating a bit, but he was wearing a sweatshirt and I fought and fought him to remove it so he could be more comfortable. Like, it was clearly distracting him. But, he told me he didn’t have a t- shirt to wear underneath.” 

As your story continued Seokmin felt himself catching a wave of jealousy. 

“Lucky for him, I did have my gym bag for later. So I lent my workout top to wear. When he came back from the bathroom he was in a white crop top and for some reason I got so turned on by him wearing my clothes and studying. Like when he burst into the room I swear I almost fucked him right there.” 

“So you got turned on by a guy wearing your clothes? You’re such a typical man, Y/N.” 

“Hey, shut the fuck up. Men wish they were like me.” 

Seokmin’s face now hotter than ever reached back into the pile. 

“What’s the dirtiest text you’ve ever sent?” 

He tried to think of anything even remotely scandalous he could tell you, but came up flat and a little embarrassed. 

“Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever sexted in my life.” 

“There’s no way you haven’t.” 

“No, I’m serious. The only girl I really dated long term used to try to send me stuff like ‘oh i want you so bad, Seokmin.’ or ‘I wish you’d come over to take care of my problem.’ But I was oblivious and would just respond with things like ‘Well you already have me.’ and ‘What’s wrong?’ I promise I’ve never sexted or even tried too, I would be awful at it. I can barely flirt and make it obvious.” 

“She was trying to get you to fuck her and you thought she had an actual problem?” 

“Yeah, I’ve never been good at flirting.” 

As you laugh at his innocent mistake, and continue to drink your wine you come up with an idea. 

“Okay, let’s practice.” 

“Practice what?” 

“Flirting, like we can roleplay you flirting with me right now, let’s go.” 

“Are you serious?” 

You patted the floor on your side of the glass table trying to get him closer to you. 

“Deadly, now come on.” 

He still didn’t move, so you pushed yourself off his carpeted floor and sat facing him at his side, finally turning to you, you noticed how nervous he seemed. 

“Look, it’s just me. Nothing bad can come out of it.” 

“How do we even start doing this?” 

“Hmm, here scooch is a little closer to me. Just tell me a line.” 

“Okay.” 

Seokmin placed his warm hands on your criss-crossed knees and looked deeply at you, almost into your soul. Your stomach fluttered at the closeness, even though touching for the both of you wasn’t unusual. 

“Hey, baby. I -” 

You cut him off blissful with laughter, nearly spitting your sip of wine onto his white t-shirt. 

“Oh, come on. I wasn’t that bad was I?” 

Dialing it back slightly, your now crying eyes and painful belly, just shook your head. 

“Why were you so serious? Like be yourself, come on.” 

“Let’s just stop. I can't do this, it's too embarrassing.” 

“Fine, here. I’ll teach you.” 

You stood up now, gesturing to him to follow. When he does, you hand him his mug and give him a little nod. Walking over to the knob for the lights to be more dim, only the sound of your feet and the soft party playlist lingering in the background, you strutted back over to him.  

“Hi.” 

“Hey.” 

Your free hand snaked its way up to his shoulder as you gave it a little squeeze indicating you’re going to start now. 

“So, I was over there.” Your hands gesturing to the very bedroom you watched him changing in earlier. “And, I just wanted to tell you that I think you’re really hot.”

“You do?” 

As you nodded, his eyes followed the traces of your exposed neck all the way down to your bare legs. 

“Do you want to dance with me?” 

A question a little silly for you two just being in his apartment, but anything to make him more comfortable without having to talk. 

Seokmin took back both of your mugs and placed them down onto the table, wrapping his hands tightly around your lower back as yours reached into his hair and laid your head down onto his shoulder. 

As you swayed looking out the window to the sparkling cityscape you felt him pull away slightly from you. 

“What are you thinking about?” 

A simple question. 

“How badly I want to kiss you.” 

The words left his mouth with honesty. 

“See that’s a good line.” 

“It’s not a line, I just really want to kiss you.” 

Your head came up off of his shoulder to search his eyes. 

“I, uh. You do?” 

Suddenly you were the one rambling, finally not in the dominant position. 

He just nodded, leaning down to your wine stained lips and planted a kiss as light as a feather on your face, just missing the target. 

You now rolling your eyes dug your fingers deeper into his brown locks and crashed into him. 

The two of you still swaying your bodies to the song started to go deeper into each other, kissing more rapidly now. 

When he stopped for a minute to lift you into his arms, Seokmin’s lips reached the spot on your neck that was just sensitive enough to have a moan breathe out. 

No words were exchanged as he laid you down on his perfectly made bed and continued exploring you, not until it was over did he mutter something that he often says to you, but it had a different meaning now. 

“I love you.” 

[the-al-chemist]

Artemis Hexley and the Secret Staircase

Chapter 11: Spring, Awoken

A/N: I don’t really go in for fic playlists, but if this chapter was a song, it would be ‘Here Comes the Sun’ by The Beatles. I feel the need to mention that Charlie Weasley’s dimples were shamelessly plagiarised borrowed from my bestie @lifeofkaze ‘s fluffy masterpiece Favourites, because how do you make the most adorable boy in the world even more adorable? You give him dimples, that’s how. Meanwhile, Artemis is here calling me out on my own bullshit (she does this a lot) by effectively putting her fingers in her ears and singing her own rendition of Shania Twain’s That Don’t Impress Me Much. Warnings: wholesomeness and dimples.

 The morning after Artemis and her friends’ expedition into the Cursed Vault, the school woke to find that the ice in various parts of the castle had disappeared as quickly and mysteriously as it had appeared in the first place. Outside, the blanket of snow that had covered the grounds had started to thaw, and smattered glimpses of green could be seen arising from the expanse of white. As the thaw continued, the castle grounds came to life, blossoming and blooming into a myriad of colours.

 Meanwhile, Andre Egwu and the rest of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team had been freed from their tent, and having all received clean bills of health from Madam Pomfrey, were discharged from the Hospital Wing unharmed. At dinner one evening in late May, it was announced that the cancelled Quidditch match had been rearranged, and would take place on the day before the end-of-term feast.

 The prospect of the summer holidays, the anticipation of the Quidditch final, and the better weather had lifted the school’s spirits. It seemed that having spent the whole year shivering in layers of cloaks and knitwear, everyone was making the most of the sunshine and warmth. Professor Sprout had never had more volunteers helping her tend to her various saplings and seedlings. The library was quieter than ever, as most students were taking their books and notes outside. Mr Filch could be found grumbling as he mopped the floors from dawn until dusk, complaining about the water trailed in by the students who had been paddling in the black lake.

 As for Artemis and her friends, they had spent most of their time taking turns to wear Penny’s roller skates, making daisy chains, and revising for their end of year exams. They even helped Hagrid and Fang to forage at the edge of the forbidden forest, identifying the blackthorn trees and picking their sloe berries, which were all the sweeter for the duration and bitterness of the frost.

 It appeared that their escapades in the Vault of Ice had gone unnoticed, however, as the term drew to a close, more and more whispers started to spread around the school, much like the ice had earlier in the year.

 “Is it true, what they’re saying?” Merula snarled at Artemis, in their last Potions lesson of term.

 “I don’t know, Merula. What are they saying?”

 “That you and your sad little friends somehow managed to find and break into a Cursed Vault,” said Merula. Rowan and Artemis exchanged glances. “It is true, isn’t it?”

 “Fine,” Artemis whispered. “Yes, it’s true. We did break the ice curse. Happy now?”

 “No,” Merula snapped back at her. “I thought we agreed that you’d tell me if you ever found a Cursed Vault.”

 “We agreed no such thing.”

 “Why would Artemis tell you anything?” Rowan asked. “You’ve never been anything but horrible to her, or me, or any of our friends.”

 “Don’t be a baby, Khanna,” said Merula, rolling her eyes.

 “Rowan’s right, Merula. We aren’t friends. It’s none of your business what I get up to.”

 A dark look entered Merula’s violet eyes as they shot daggers at Artemis across the workbench.

 “Alright, then. Be like that,” she hissed. “But that won’t be the only Cursed Vault to find. Next time, I’ll get there before you. I already have a head start.”

 “Of course you do.”

 “You don’t believe me, do you?” Merula asked. Artemis and Rowan both shook their heads, and Merula laughed cruelly. “Oh, Hexley, if only you knew what I found this year. But, I suppose, seeing as we aren’t friends, you’ll never find out.”

 “She’s got to be bluffing,” Rowan whispered to Artemis, as they left the Potions classroom. “It’s Merula, you can’t believe a word she says.”

 “I don’t even care,” said Artemis, half-truthfully. “I just don’t want to push her into telling any of the teachers about what we got up to. I mean, it seems like we’ve gotten away with it, don’t you think?”

*

 However, it soon became clear that the staff had become aware of Artemis’ brief foray into the world of Curse-Breaking after all. On the last Wednesday evening of term, Artemis went to the Transfiguration classroom as usual for her weekly lesson with Professor McGonagall, and found her teacher sitting at her desk with a steely expression on her face.

 “Miss Hexley, the Headmaster has asked to see you in his office,” said McGonagall, and Artemis felt her heart sink into her abdomen.

 “Really?” said Artemis, feigning innocence. “Why?”

 Professor McGonagall fixed her with a hard stare that would have made most of her classmates shrink away.

 “It would appear that someone has been interfering in the forbidden corridor on the fifth floor,” she said, her eyes narrowed at a now fidgeting Artemis. “Professor Dumbledore has reason to believe that you were involved.”

 “Oh,” Artemis decided neither to deny nor admit to the accusations laid at her feet. “Does he want to see me before or after our lesson?”

 “There will be no lesson this evening,” said McGonagall, sternly. “I think that you have had enough private tutoring.”

 “You do?” Artemis asked. The professor gave her a curt nod of her head. “But we’ve barely touched the N.E.W.T. curriculum.”

 “I am aware of that, Miss Hexley. There is plenty more I could teach you, however, I feel that it would be inappropriate to continue with your extra-curricular lessons next year.”

 “But, Professor -”

 “This is non-negotiable, Artemis,” said Professor McGonagall. The tone of her voice was enough to stop Artemis from protesting further. “You made the decision to use the spells I’ve been teaching you to break school rules, and as a result, I cannot sanctify teaching you any more.”

 Artemis was surprised at how disappointed and ashamed she felt.

 “I understand, Professor,” she said, her face crestfallen. “It’s a shame, though. I really enjoyed our lessons.”

 “I expect that you will find other ways to enjoy your free time. Ideally, ways that don’t involve you getting yourself into mischief.”

 “Well, I’ll try my hardest, Professor. But the thing is, mischief just keeps getting into me.”

 Artemis wasn’t sure, but she could have sworn that the faintest hint of a smile pass fleetingly over Professor McGonagall’s face. The Transfiguration teacher stood up from her desk and strode to the door of her classroom.

 “Follow me, please, Miss Hexley.”

 McGonagall walked Artemis through the second floor of the castle, to a corridor lined with stone gargoyles. At the far end of the gargoyle corridor, in an arched alcove, stood a gold gargoyle shaped like a griffin. Professor McGonagall approached the golden griffin, and spoke to it.

 “Coconut mushrooms.”

 Artemis looked at McGonagall, her face screwed up in confusion. Had her teacher gone mad? But, seconds later, the golden griffin started to turn, and as it did, a spiral staircase emerged from beneath it, winding its way upwards.

 “I’m guessing Professor Dumbledore lives up there,” Artemis said, and Professor McGonagall nodded. Artemis smiled at her, and began her ascent to the Headmaster’s office.

 The spiral staircase felt like it went on forever, but eventually, she reached the top. A large wooden door was in front of her. She knocked on it.

 “Do come in,” said a voice from the other side of the door. Artemis pushed the door open and entered a room unlike any other she had seen before.

 The Headmaster’s office was grand, with three tiered areas. The lowest tier, where she stood, had high walls from which several dozen portraits hung. Up a few steps, bookcases and glass cabinets stood around the second tier, all of which were filled with a number of impressive looking magical artefacts. On the third and final tier, Professor Dumbledore himself sat quietly at a large mahogany desk.

 Artemis walked through the office to where Professor Dumbledore sat, staring open-mouthed at her surroundings.

 “Thank you for joining me, Artemis,” Professor Dumbledore smiled at her over his half-moon glasses. “I trust that you are having a good term. It must be a relief to be able to enjoy the sunshine at last.”

 “Yes, sir.”

 “Now, I wanted to talk to you about the Vault of Ice,” said the Headmaster, his eyes twinkling, his face unreadable. Artemis bit her bottom lip. “Yes, I know you managed to enter.”

 “How do you -”

 “It doesn’t matter how I know you were there. What I would like to know is how you came to be there. Perhaps you could enlighten me?”

 Artemis swallowed, hard.

 “Well, Professor,” she began. “It all started when Ben Copper went missing at Halloween...”

 Professor Dumbledore listened attentively as Artemis told him about the instructions that had been left for Ben in the Room of Hidden Things and the Slytherin common room, and about finding Ben trapped in the Cursed Ice. She told him how she had revealed the secret staircase, and how she and her friends had battled with the door to the Vault and the Ice Knight that guarded it.

 “And then, when we got inside, I opened the column and found a book and a broken wand,” she said, finally reaching the end of her tale. “And... I felt all funny. I heard a voice telling me to find the other Cursed Vaults. It was strange, really.”

 “Very strange indeed,” said Dumbledore. “And the fireworks in the Transfiguration courtyard, I presume those were your handiwork.”

 “Yes. I mean, Tonks set them off, but it was my idea,” Artemis admitted. She shrugged, before adding, “I’ve always liked fireworks, you see.”

 “It was a rather spectacular display,” Professor Dumbledore almost smiled. “So, in summary, you have managed to break countless school rules, placed yourself in immense danger, and encouraged a few of your classmates and a soon-to-be-prefect to join you in your, quite frankly, outrageous antics.”

 “Well, when you put it like that...”

 “It also appears that you have shown incredible bravery, worked diligently in your endeavours, and placed a great emphasis on honing your skills in order to face the challenges the Cursed Vault presented,” Professor Dumbledore smiled gently. “In doing so you managed feats of magic far beyond your years and broke a curse that endangered the entire school. I feel it necessary to bestow you with two things.”

 “Which are?”

 “Firstly, fifty house points,” Professor Dumbledore regarded her over his glasses. “Secondly, a warning. To not go meddling with the Cursed Vaults again.”

 “Thank you, Professor,” said Artemis, scarcely able to believe her luck. She thought for a moment, then frowned. “Professor, the wand I found inside the Vault... I think it belonged to my brother. The voice I heard, it sounded like him.”

 “I expect that it was your brother’s wand.”

 “I thought his wand got snapped when he was expelled.”

 “Not exactly, the breaking of your brother’s wand was one of the factors that led to his eventual expulsion. But I think that this is a story for another day.”

 “And the voice I heard inside the vault, do you think that could have been Jacob?”

 “It could have been,” Dumbledore bowed his head. “It is also possible that the voice came from within your own head.”

 “So I was just imagining it?”

 “I wouldn’t say that.”

 “Professor, you’re not exactly answering my questions, you know.”

 “I do know,” the professor chuckled. “But I think that in time you will find the answers to your questions. Perhaps not the answers you want, but answers nevertheless. But for now, I think you had better get to your Astronomy class. I expect that I shall next see you at the Quidditch match on Saturday. I do hope that this year’s final will be as exciting as last year’s.”

 “Yes, Professor. Good night, Professor.”

 “Good night, Artemis,” the headmaster stood and walked her out of his office. Holding the door open, he paused momentarily. “And I would suggest not mentioning the soon-to-be-prefect comment to your friend Mr Weasley. It would rather ruin the surprise for him, don’t you think?”

*

 The rearranged Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw was met with even more excitement than it had been when it was originally set to be played the month before.

 “Will the Ravenclaw team be alright to play?” Rowan asked seriously as they walked to the stands after breakfast.

 “Oh, yes,” Penny said. “They only spent one night in the Hospital Wing, and even Andre made a full recovery. He told me they’ve been training harder than ever since the last match was postponed.”

 “Hopefully not too hard,” Tonks said, her hair once again changed to Gryffindor gold and red. “We want Gryffindor to win, don’t we?”

 “I’m not sure,” Penny anguished. “If I support Gryffindor, that means not supporting Andre. I hate choosing between friends. Maybe we should get our own Quidditch team together made up of only our friends.”

 “If we did that, Penny, you’d soon make friends with the players in the other team and feel sorry for not supporting them,” Artemis laughed. “I’m with Tonks.”

 “You’ve chosen correctly, young one,” Tonks said in the mystic voice she had put on when pretending to read Artemis’ palm. “You have to support your future brother-in-law, after all. Ouch, Artemis, don’t hit me!”

 In retaliation, Tonks put Artemis in a headlock, and started to forcefully rub the crown of her head with her clenched fist, as Artemis attempted to squirm away, using her elbows to try and push Tonks off her.

 “Look,” said Rowan, putting an end to Artemis and Tonks’ playfighting, “Madam Hooch is coming onto the pitch.”

 “Let’s hope she isn’t going to cancel the match again.”

 Thankfully, the match was to go ahead as planned. The players of both teams flew onto the pitch and gathered in the centre. Artemis watched closely as the two captains - one of which she recognised as Angelica Cole, the Gryffindor prefect - shook hands and the Quaffle was released. The game had begun.

 It quickly became apparent why this game had been the most anticipated of the year. Artemis may not have ever watched a game of Quidditch in her life, but even she could tell that both these teams were brilliant, and were fighting tooth and nail to win the Quidditch Cup.

 “The Gryffindors are very fast!” she exclaimed, as a Gryffindor Chaser threw the Quaffle through one of the hooped goalposts, scoring another goal.

 “Oh, they are wonderfully fast, but Ravenclaw are more forceful,” Penny pointed at one of the Ravenclaw Beaters, a tall, well-muscled blonde girl with a fearsome expression on her face, who had just taken a mighty swing at a Bludger. The Bludger was sent flying towards the Chaser who had scored the goal, but the Chaser deftly swooped away out of its flight path. “It’s definitely going to be a case of who catches the Snitch will win the game.”

 “Which means it will be Gryffindor,” Tonks chipped in. “You think their Chasers are fast, just you wait ‘til you see Charlie!”

 “He doesnt look that fast to me,” said Artemis, spotting the smallest Gryffindor player hovering much higher up than the rest of the team, away from the main action, and recognising him by his red hair as Bill’s brother.

 “That’s just because he’s not seen the Golden Snitch yet,” Penny said.

 Artemis made a non-commital noise. The Gryffindor Seeker was flying flying incredibly slowly, inching his way to the far end of the pitch so subtly that if Tonks hadn’t pointed him out to her, Artemis wouldn’t have noticed him moving, or even noticed he was there at all.

 “Are you sure?” she asked. “It looks like he’s trying to creep up on something.”

 “Nah, you can’t creep up on a Snitch, they move too quickly. If he’d seen it, he’d -”

 The end of Tonks’ sentence was drowned out by a roar of excitement from the crowd. Artemis turned her head back to the pitch to see what the fuss was about.

At the far end of the pitch, Charlie Weasley had soared into action, accelerating his broom downwards at a steep trajectory in a blur of red and gold. A player in blue and bronze who Artemis recognised as Andre Egwu sped across the pitch, zooming towards the Gryffindor Seeker.

 “It’s the Snitch!” Penny squealed. “They’ve seen it!”

 “Told you so,” Artemis muttered to Tonks, but Tonks was too busy cheering to hear her.

 The two Seekers were continuing downwards at the far end of the pitch, but when they became level with the stands, they pulled out of their dives and started to fly level with the ground, still at the same fast pace. The two boys were now racing across the pitch, Charlie ahead, Andre still accelerating in an attempt to meet him.

 “They’re coming this way!” Rowan said. She sounded worried.

Rowan was right, they were getting closer and closer to the Hufflepuff stands. Artemis peeled her eyes away from the Seekers and turned her face skywards. She could see something small and gold hovering only feet above their heads.

 “There, look!” she shouted, pointing at it, then turning back to see that the two Seekers still advancing towards them, too fast to stop. “Get down!”

 The Snitch started to rise upwards, just as Charlie and Andre hurtled towards the stands in quick succession. As the Hufflepuff onlookers ducked, the two players swerved upwards towards the little golden ball and sped upwards again. But it was Charlie Weasley who had turned tighter and accelerated faster, and in a matter of seconds, his hand closed over the Golden Snitch. The game was over.

 “Gryffindor wins!” The voice of Murphy McNully the commentator boomed across the Quidditch stadium, which erupted into an almost deafening cacophony of cheers, claps, whoops and roars.

 Players in red and gold flew towards the Gryffindor Seeker, ten feet above where the girls stood cheering and clapping in the Hufflepuff stands. For a split second, he looked directly at them, smiling proudly and so widely that his dimples showed, before his teammates descended on him, crying, hugging, and ruffling his red hair.

 The crowd was still going wild. Artemis stopped watching the Gryffindor team and turned back to her friends.

 “That was brilliant,” she said, her eyes bright with exhilaration. “I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on Quidditch for two whole years.”

 “Come on, you,” said Penny. She laughed, and put an arm around Artemis’ shoulder. “There’s a victory party on the training grounds that absolutely everyone will be going to. We can’t miss it!”

*

 Artemis and her friends spent the penultimate evening of term celebrating with the Gryffindors, and the last day sunbathing by the lake. Fergus the cat was chasing butterflies, Rowan was reading her book on Ancient Runes, and Tonks had made up a game where she would turn her nose into someone else’s and they had to guess whose nose it was.

 “That’s obviously Professor Snape,” Artemis laughed. “At least make it difficult, Tonks.”

 “Oh, look,” said Penny, who was kneeling behind Artemis and plaiting her mane of dark hair. “We’ve got company.”

 Ben Copper and the Weasley brothers had come to join them.

 “Wotcher, lads,” Tonks said, screwing up her face. “Oi, Charlie, whose nose is this?”

 As Tonks introduced the Weasleys to her new game, Artemis turned to Ben Copper. She had hardly spoken to him in the past month, as he had been spending a lot more time with the boys from his dormitory.

 “How are you feeling, Ben?”

 “I’m okay,” he replied, quietly. “I still don’t remember anything about going to the Vault at the start of the year, but I don’t feel quite so scared about it any more.”

 “Well, that’s good, at least.”

 “What are everyone’s plans for the summer?” Bill asked them all, leaning back on his forearms casually.

 “I’m going to Cornwall with my family. We go every year with my uncle and auntie and cousins,” Penny said, brightly. Artemis was pleased to notice that she was managing to talk to Bill without blushing or giggling. “None of them know that mum and I are witches, though, so it means I won’t be able to make any potions while I’m there.”

 “I’m going to stay with Ben and his family for a week,” said Charlie. “Dad’s going to be so jealous, he’s obsessed with Muggles. Ben is even going to take me to the cinnamon, aren’t you, Ben?”

 “I am, but it’s called a cinema, Charlie.”

 “Yeah, one of those. Can’t wait.”

 “What about you, Artemis?” Bill asked.

 “Not much. I’m going to Rowan’s for a week, and I’ll probably stay with my great-aunt and uncle in Dorset for a bit. They have a lot of creatures, so it will be good practise ready for next year. Otherwise it will just be me and mum,” desperate to not have to talk about her mother, Artemis changed the subject, somewhat abruptly. “You know, Muggle music is excellent, Charlie. You really should listen to some when you go to stay with Ben.”

 The discussion quickly turned to the subject of whether Muggles or wizards had better music, and, as she’d intended, no one asked Artemis any more questions about her home life. Rowan made eye contact with her over the top of her book, and gave her a reassuring smile, which Artemis returned, before she started airing her opinions in what was quickly becoming a somewhat heated debate.

 Later in the afternoon, Jane Court strode out to fetch the girls.

 “You need to go and pack up your belongings before the feast,” she said. “Everyone else has done it already, and there won’t be time in the morning.”

 The girls followed Jane back to the Hufflepuff common room.

 “It’s going to be really strange without you around next year,” Artemis said to her prefect. The idea of Jane leaving made her feel sadder than she’d thought it would.

 “You’ll get used to it,” replied Jane. “Just imagine all the fun you’ll be able to have without me nagging you all the time.”

 “I have fun even with you nagging me.”

 “I know you do, Hexley,” Jane laughed. “Good work with breaking that curse, by the way. The whole school’s been talking about you, you know.”

 “Nothing’s changed there, then,” Artemis said, smiling to herself. “Jane?”

 “Yes, Artemis?”

 “I’m actually going to miss you.”

 “You too, Hexley. I don’t reckon this is good bye forever, though.”

 “You don’t?”

 “I expect to receive a letter from you when you’ve been made prefect yourself and you need my advice on how to deal with an obnoxious twelve-and-a-half year old,” said Jane, sniggering at Artemis’ offended expression. “Seriously, though. You ever need anything, you just send an owl my way, alright? This doesn’t need to be the last you hear from me,” the prefect paused, and added, “I definitely don’t think this is the last I’ll be hearing about you, anyway.”

 The End-Of-Year Feast was as delicious and as fun as it had been the year before, despite Hufflepuff not winning the House Cup.

 “Well, it is nice for someone else to have a turn to win,” Penny, ever the optimist, had beamed in the face of defeat.

 The next morning, they rode in the horseless carriages to Hogsmeade station, where they said goodbye to Hagrid and Fang before they boarded the Hogwarts Express and returned home for the holidays. When they got to King’s Cross, Artemis’ friends were all greeted by their families, but Artemis’ own mother had not made it to the station. Strangely, though, she didn’t mind.

 After all, she thought, in September she’d be back where she really belonged.