#Sweet on You Masterlist

[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

Sweet on You, Chapter 1

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Rating: M (Rating Subject to Change)

Story Summary: You had joined 'Sugar and Spice' in a desperate attempt to help your mother with her medical bills, so when an opportunity comes along to make a lot of money simply by spending time with a lonely attorney, you jump at the chance -- not expecting to fall for him in the process.

Tired of one-night-stands, Matt Murdock decides to sign up for a sugar daddy/sugar baby website, where he stumbles across your profile. However, despite making it clear that he only wants a platonic arrangement, Matt eventually finds himself falling for you.

Will the two of you be able to come to a permanent arrangement or will more than a contract be broken?

Warnings/Tags: Sugar Daddy!Matt Murdock, No Age Gap, Alternating PoV, No Use of Y/N

Word Count: ~1100

A/N: Thank you to everyone who liked and reblogged the teaser! A few notes before we dive in:

-- While Reader's age is not actually specified in this, it's stated several times that she's closer to Matt's age than most women on the 'Sugar and Spice' website.

-- Matt & Reader do not actually refer to each other as their sugar baby/sugar daddy (although for all intents and purposes, that's what they are).

-- Divider is by the insanely talented (and just as awesome IRL as she is on Tumblr) @theradioactivespidergwen!

-- This is rated M for now, however rating may possibly go up in later chapters. 😈

-- If you'd like to be added to the taglist or if I've tagged you by mistake, please let me know!

Tag List: @danzer8705 @capylore @shouldbestudying41 @atemydadforbreakfast

No, it's fine, Mom, I promise,” you said as you spoke to your mother over the phone. “It's not your fault you got laid off and lost your medical insurance right before you got sick.”

“It's not your responsibility to pay my medical bills, sweetheart,” your mother protested. “I'll come up with the money somehow.”

You shook your head even though you knew your mother couldn't see you. “You’ve sacrificed so much for me, Mom. Let me do this for you.”

Your mother sighed. “Okay, fine. But only because you just got that big raise at work.”

You cleared your throat awkwardly. “Uh, yeah. Lucky me. Listen, Mom, I have to go, but I'll call you tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay. Love you, sweetie.”

“Love you too. Bye.”

You hung up and blew out a breath. You knew your mother wouldn't approve if you told her the real way you had been affording to make payments towards her medical debt for the past several months. 

The truth was that your job as an administrative assistant barely even covered your own bills, so you had been supplementing your income through alternative means.

You had joined Sugar and Spice after one of the junior admin assistants had confided in you that she had managed to put herself through college by dating rich older men for money. “It's actually not a bad gig,” she had told you. “Most of them really just want arm candy to show off to their friends.”

You had gone home that night and checked out the website, and after discovering that you could select your comfort level/how far you were willing to go (by indicating that you were into either ‘sugar’ or ‘spice’) you had signed up.

It had been working out okay -- you had only been making a few hundred dollars extra a month so far because most of the men on Sugar and Spice wanted someone much younger than you were, but you had at least been able to scrape together enough to make the monthly payments on your mother's medical bills.

And speaking of…

You grabbed your laptop and pulled it over to you, then navigated to your Sugar and Spice account, pleased when you saw that you had gotten a new inquiry.

You clicked on it.

Hi, the message read, I ran across your profile and I think you might be what I'm looking for. If you're interested and available please message me back at your earliest convenience. Thank you.

You huffed out a laugh. Usually the messages you received weren't quite so… polite, so to speak.

You clicked on the sender's profile.

Matthew, 35

Occupation: Attorney 

Interested in: Sugar

Huh. Matthew was a lot younger than most of the men who frequented the site. Maybe that'll be a good thing.

You clicked the reply button. Hi, Matthew, you typed. I am available if you'd like to discuss things further.

You got up to fix yourself some tea, and by the time you came back you had another message from Matthew. Great! Is it okay if we meet in person to discuss possible terms of an agreement? Over coffee, maybe?

Okay, you replied once again. When and where would you like to meet?

The Brew Towers on Saturday, say, 9 AM?

That works for me.

Your eyebrows raised as a notification popped up stating that you had received $100 from Matthew.

As a sign of good faith , Matthew explained. See you Saturday.

See you Saturday.

You logged out and closed your laptop, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. This was the first time you'd be meeting a potential client in person and needless to say, you were nervous.

Matt sat back and took another sip of the glass of whiskey he had poured himself before he had signed up on Sugar and Spice. He had been in court earlier that day and had overheard a conversation during recess between opposing counsel about Nesbit’s much-younger girlfriend.

“How'd an old dog like you manage to score a hot piece of ass like that?” Peterson had asked jokingly.

Nesbit had chuckled. “You'd be amazed at what you can find on the internet these days. Let's just say Candy and I have a… business arrangement.”

Peterson had dropped his voice down to a whisper. “She's not an escort, is she? You know the partners don't want wind of any kind of impropriety possibly getting out to the public--”

Nesbit had made a dismissive sound. “No, nothing like that. You ever heard of Sugar and Spice, that website that connects men of a certain wealth and caliber with women who are looking for someone to take care of them? Well, Candy and I met there. She takes care of my needs, and I take care of hers.”

“So, what, you pay her to date you?”

“In a way. I keep her happy by giving her money and buying her things, and she lets me do whatever else I want when I'm not with her.”

Matt's eyebrows had furrowed. Maybe Nesbit had a point -- maybe it was easier to have a business arrangement with someone in order to fill the romantic void in his life rather than having to pick up a different woman every couple of weeks because they got too attached. Better to have someone who knows exactly what they're getting into.

As soon as he had gotten home he had looked up Sugar and Spice, and not finding anything in their terms and conditions that raised red flags, had signed up and began to browse through profiles.

After scrolling through profiles for over an hour and not finding anyone that piqued his interest he had almost gone ahead and given up when his voiceover function read out another profile header to him, this time for a woman who was at least closer to Matt's own age than all of the other women he had checked out. 

He had listened to your profile then clicked the “Send Message” button, typing out a quick message and hitting send.

He had gone to answer the door for a delivery, and by the time he had gotten back to his laptop he’d had a reply.

Before he could second-guess himself Matt had asked you out for coffee, then sent $100 to your Sugar and Spice account to show you he was sincere.

He shut his laptop and stood, then headed to go shower and get ready to go out as Daredevil. He'd gotten a tip about a major drug shipment coming in through the docks that evening and needed to go stop it.

He'd worry about his love life later.

[daisynik7]

Sweet Like Honey Masterlist

Spicy side stories to A Bento for Kento and The Apple of His Eye!

Pairing: Kento Nanami x f!reader

Rating: Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

cw: fluff and smut, established relationship, proper content warnings will be added per chapter

Summary: It all started with a bento. These are the intimate moments the two of you share together as you fall deeper in love with each other.

Author's Note: This has been complete on ao3 for almost a year, so I'm finally posting it here on tumblr! This is the first smut I ever wrote, so please be kind LOL. Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated. Thanks so much for reading! Divider credit to @/cafekitsune.

Chapter 1: The First Time - Two weeks into dating Kento Nanami, the powerful Jujutsu Sorcerer and lover of bread, you visit his apartment for the first time. He cooks you dinner and the two of you have an important discussion. It's a night of many firsts.

Chapter 2: After I Love You - Two months, that's all it takes for you and Nanami to fall in love. After meeting your parents, you confess to each other and almost get carried away in your childhood bedroom. Later that night, the two of you continue what you started.

Chapter 3: First Vacation - Four months of dating the love of his life, Nanami plans your first vacation as a couple. You visit a hot springs resort, where things get really steamy, literally.

Do not plagiarize any of my works or translate without my permission. Thank you!

[spaghettiposts]

Spaghettiposts - Masterlist

just your friendly neighborhood noodle with a pen

- Request status: Open

Characters I write for:

Wanda Maximoff

Tara Carpenter

Wednesday Addams

Cairo Sweet

Natasha Romanoff

More coming soon…

| Wanda Maximoff

Oneshots:

Language Barriers | Fluff

Summary: In which you can't help but try to figure out what Wanda's been calling you in sokovian

/~/

Snowmen & Kisses | Fluff, winter special

Summary: Making a snowman with Wanda leads to her mouth on yours.

/~/

Through Thick and Thin | Sick fic, fluff, clingy witch, requested

Summary: “any chance of a fic where Y/N comes home to find Wanda sat on the sofa surrounded by tissues, shes all sniffly and is sneezing like 24/7. Y/N realise she has a pretty bad cold and takes care of her? Lots of fluff?”

/~/

Secrets Out | Established Relationship, fluff, a hint of spice, Requested

Summary: “Hi do fick like wanda (16/17 years) invites his girlfriend (reader) to komleksu avengers in the absence of the team but are caught (Avengers do not know that wanda has someone and ask for Clint in the role of slightly overprotective older brother / dad)”

/~/

All Me | Tooth rotting fluff, sleepy cuddly gf Wanda supremacy, author fav fic

Summary: sharing a cute moment with wanda under the sheets

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Unspoken Truths | Unspoken Desires | Pregnancy fic, slight angst, fluff, friends to lovers, no powers au

Summary: You and Wanda have been friends for years, but never once has she showed up at your doorstep in this state. Pregnant, alone, and hurt. You take her in and you both dive into the difficulties of pregnancy, and hiding feelings.

/~/

An Outlaws Christmas | Cowboy au, established relationship, fluff, holiday special, many kisses.

Summary: Wanda’s father has never liked you, but that won’t stop you from delivering a special gift this season.

/~/

Devotion | Kinda dark Wanda? sorta established relationship, hurt/comfort, slight themes of possessiveness, she ties you to a chair.

Summary: You could never escape Wanda, much less the Scarlet Witch. Even bound to a chair, you couldn’t help but fall into her again. Your precious witch.

/~/

Window Crashin' | Fluff, WandaNat, Oblivious reader, seriously you're dense af, tooth-rotting fluff.

Summary: Crashing into the wrong window at night proves to be the best mistake you’ve ever made.

| Tara Carpenter

Oneshots:

A Fools Love | Ghostface!Tara, murder, slight mentions of gore, fucked up but we love her still, fluff, hurt/comfort

Summary: You're a fool who falls in love with Tara Carpenter, a fool who's hopelessly devoted to her. No matter what.

/~/

To Be Loved | Soft slow fluff, mentions of ghostface/attacks, injured arm, hurt/comfort, sweet love confessions, softness all around, established relationship, author fav fic

Summary: You’ve never known love, until Tara.

| Wednesday Addams

Oneshots:

Video Games | Fluff, established relationship, slightly ooc wednesday, mentions of death yk the usual.

Summary: Video games are a waste of time in Wednesdays opinion, being with you however is not.

| Cairo Sweet

Oneshots:

Picture to Burn | Angst, drinking, slight sexual content, friends to what the hell are we.

Summary: You should've known better than to fall for Cairo, your friend who seemed to have no interest in you, but it only takes one drink to mess things up and get you into her bed.

| Natasha Romanoff

Oneshots:

Window Crashin' | Fluff, WandaNat, Oblivious reader, seriously you're dense af, tooth-rotting fluff.

Summary: Crashing into the wrong window at night proves to be the best mistake you’ve ever made.

[violetszone]

Small Explosion

Lewis x fem!reader

From this request

Summary: He didn't solve some problems in the house even though you told Lewis, there was an explosion in the end so you got angry with Lewis and you decided to sleep in the guest room Lewis played with the air conditioner settings to get you back to the room.

WARNINGS: Bad English, angst, crying baby,electricity leakage,small explosion,not edited writing,trauma

Summer break is the best time Lewis can spend time with you.After Posie was born, you didn't get a chance to see Lewis because you couldn't go to most of the races.That's why you loved summer breaks too.After the races were over and Lewis came home, everything was fine at first. There were a few problems in the house, but for now you couldn't say it so as not to annoy Lewis.

It's been a week since summer break and you finally told Lewis about the problems, the most important thing was to check the sockets for everyone's safety in the house.When you were a kid, you could say you were traumatized because several sockets and machines exploded in your house, and you kept insisting that Lewis handle it.

In the evening you were cooking in the kitchen and Posie was playing with her toys in a corner of the kitchen in her highchair.You mixed the soup, went to the cupboards opposite the stove to get pepper, suddenly there was a cracking and popping sound, you involuntarily let out a small scream and closed your ears when Posie was watching you, she started crying when she heard your scream, you immediately went to her and took your crying daughter in your arms and tried to calm her but you were shaking involuntarily.

Hearing the voices, Lewis came running to you from the upper floor, you wiped the tears that fell on your sleeve without realizing it, and walked past Lewis with Posie on your arms and left the kitchen.Lewis followed you into the hall "what just exploded in the kitchen are you ok?"

Posie was still crying and you couldn't stop it you started bouncing her lightly in your arms "Lewis how many times have I told you to look at those goddamn sockets, shtt baby it's passed  please calm down please, the socket exploded" Lewis approached and took Posie in his arms and hugged, little girl calmed down she was tense you sat on the couch your shaking hadn't quite gone

"God YN don't exaggerate it's a small electrical leak look nothing happened we'll fix it" you looked back angrily "Are you kidding Lewis? Posie was there if there was a bigger explosion then what would happen" Roscoe came to you barking and looked at you "Even your dog cares more than you" You said these things and you picked up Posie who was tired of crying and took her to her room

You gave up on cooking and were still angry so you decided to sleep in the guest room tonight,Lewis was sitting on the bed reading a book when you entered the room. When he saw you come in, he put the book aside and began to watch you. You took your pillow from his side and went to the closet to get a thin sheet."What are you doing? You're not going to separate  beds for a reason like that, are you?" 

"Lewis I'm so angry so I don't want to sleep here tonight okay good night to you if Posie wakes up you'll see I'll be in the other room" as you were leaving the room Roscoe got up from the dog bed in your room and followed you,you settled on the bed Roscoe lay next to you and tried to sleep after a while you woke up from the heat when you looked at the clock it was only 1 hour passed, you looked at the air conditioner in the room the heater was set to the setting so the room was warm

You turned off the air conditioner and took your pillow and walked into your room with Lewis, he was waiting for you "I guess you couldn't sleep without me darling hm?" you laughed and threw your pillow at him "heater setting is nice tactic still I haven't forgive you completely" you went to bed Lewis hugged you and kissed your cheek

"You were so right sweetie, but I forgot, the next time you say something, I promise I will do it" you smiled and closed your eyes.

[biteofcherry]

Sweet Thrill  Masterlist

mafia!Ari Levinson x female reader; mob boss Ari Levinson x female reader

summary: Many would consider your job as a dancer at Lloyd Hansen’s exclusive night club to be exciting or scary, but honestly you see it as predictable and stable. It’s mostly a routine. That’s until Ari Levinson enters the club. You draw his attention and he installs himself in your space, bringing fear and thrill along with him.

warnings: mostly consensual, but with a peppering of faint dub-con; soft dark Ari Levinson; possessive behavior; light pet play; fear kink; light Master/pet play; bdsm undertones; power imbalance; fingering; pet names; collaring; very very subtle degradation and humiliation (nothing hardcore)

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

mafia!Ari’s preferences

his fave position

OVA

[zapreportsblog]

↱ a sweet surprise 3 ↰

➘ summary : lo’ak and his wife (y/n) finds out they are expecting a child soon after their honeymoon

➘ lo’ak x reader, avatar the way of water x reader

➘ a sweet surprise masterlist

➘ a/n : mini series are normally just 3 chapters long, you can also request those. As for this story as I’ve said on the other two parts, I’m writing lo’ak not as a minor but as an adult in my head he’s around early 20s to late 20s. I write most of all my characters this way, aged up, unless said otherwise.

The vibrant sounds of laughter and music echoed through the Na'vi village, announcing the arrival of the night's celebration. (Y/N) stood by the entrance of their dwelling, her hand resting gently on her swollen belly, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. Beside her, Lo'ak shared her apprehension, his protective instincts heightened by the imminent arrival of their child.

"(Y/N), I'm not sure if we should attend tonight," Lo'ak voiced his concern, his gaze shifting between his wife and the gathering beyond.

(Y/N) nodded, her fingers tracing soothing circles on her belly. "I'm worried too, Lo'ak. What if something happens?"

Just then, Kiri, Lo'ak's sister, approached them with a warm smile. Her eyes held a gentle reassurance as she addressed their concerns. "Lo'ak, (Y/N), there's no need to worry. Tonight's celebration is a special one – a celebration of unity. You'll be surrounded by family and friends, and our people will watch out for you both."

Lo'ak exchanged a glance with (Y/N), his sister's words resonating with a sense of comfort. "(Y/N), maybe Kiri is right. Being among our loved ones might be good for us and the baby."

(Y/N) took a deep breath, a mixture of uncertainty and longing in her gaze. "I want to be a part of the celebration, but I also want what's best for our child."

Kiri stepped closer, her voice filled with understanding. "You both have the support of our community. We look out for one another, and tonight, that sense of unity will be stronger than ever. You'll be safe, and our traditions ensure that nothing harmful will come your way."

Lo'ak's grip on (Y/N)'s hand tightened, a decision forming in his heart. "Let's do it, (Y/N). Let's be a part of tonight's celebration. We can trust in the unity and strength of our people."

(Y/N)'s eyes softened as she looked at Lo'ak, her heart swayed by his unwavering support. "Alright, let's go."

As they made their way towards the heart of the celebration, (Y/N) and Lo'ak were met with smiles, greetings, and expressions of warmth from their fellow Na'vi. The air was alive with energy, and the sense of unity was palpable.

The festivities enveloped them, the rhythm of the music and the laughter of the children creating an atmosphere of joy. (Y/N) found herself being drawn into the celebration, her worries slowly melting away as the sense of unity embraced her.

Sitting in the midst of the vibrant Na'vi community, Lo'ak's gaze wandered across the dancing figures swirling around the blazing fire. The fierce energy of the dancers was infectious, their movements a testament to the unity and strength that bound their people together. Beside him, (Y/N)'s eyes held a mixture of nostalgia and longing.

Squeezing her hand gently, Lo'ak could feel the emotions coursing through her. He leaned in close, his voice a soft reassurance that only she could hear amidst the rhythmic drumming and chants. "I see it in your eyes, (Y/N). You miss dancing with our brothers and sisters around the fire."

(Y/N) met his gaze, a wistful smile tugging at her lips. "I do miss it, Lo'ak. The energy, the unity – it's something that has always filled my heart."

Lo'ak's grip on her hand tightened, his eyes filled with determination. "Once our little one is born, you'll be able to dance with them again. Our child will join the dances too, or sit with me and watch their mother dance with our people."

His words held a promise of a future filled with unity and shared experiences. The firelight illuminated (Y/N)'s face, revealing a mixture of hope and gratitude. "I look forward to that day, Lo'ak. To dancing with our child by my side."

As the dancers moved with graceful precision, the flames casting mesmerizing shadows on the ground, Lo'ak and (Y/N) shared a moment of unity. Their bond, their child, and the promise of future celebrations intertwined with the heartbeat of the Na'vi community.

With their hands still clasped, they watched the dancers with a renewed sense of anticipation. The night was alive with energy, and the unity they felt was a reminder that the journey they were on was not just their own – it was shared by every member of their tribe, past and present.

As the fire crackled and the chants echoed through the night, Lo'ak and (Y/N) allowed themselves to be swept up in the rhythm of their people. Their hearts beat in sync with the drums, and the promise of dancing around the fire once again, with their child by their side, filled them with a sense of unity and love that was as eternal as the Pandora sky above.

Lo'ak's mother Neytiri and sisters Kiri and Tuktirey approached the couple with warm smiles, their eyes filled with curiosity and excitement. (Y/N) smiled back, her affection for them evident as she welcomed their presence.

"May we feel the little one, (Y/N)?" Lo'ak's mother - Neytiri asked, her hand gently reaching out toward (Y/N)'s rounded belly.

"Of course," (Y/N) replied, her voice tinged with happiness. She shifted slightly, allowing them access to the growing life within her. As their hands made contact with her belly, (Y/N) couldn't help but giggle at the flurry of activity within.

The baby's movements were lively, and each shift and kick sent a wave of sensations through (Y/N)'s body. She let out a soft groan as the baby's movements seemed to intensify at their touch.

"Oh, my little one is quite active today," she remarked, a mixture of amusement and slight discomfort in her voice.

Lo'ak's sisters Kiri and Tuktirey shared smiles, their fingers gently caressing (Y/N)'s belly as they felt the baby's energy. Lo'ak's mother's eyes held a mixture of wisdom and joy as she spoke.

"The baby shall be born healthy and strong, a warrior like their father," Neytiri said, her words carrying a sense of reverence.

(Y/N) let out a chuckle, her hand resting on her lower back as she shifted her weight. "Well, they need to be a warrior, alright. They're already giving my back a run for its money."

The women shared a laugh, the moment filled with a sense of unity and camaraderie. As they withdrew their hands, (Y/N)'s belly seemed to settle, the baby's movements becoming more subdued.

"We shall leave you to enjoy the rest of the celebration," Lo'ak's mother said with a knowing smile.

(Y/N) nodded in gratitude, her eyes reflecting the love and acceptance that surrounded them. "Thank you for sharing this moment with us."

As Lo'ak's family members moved away, (Y/N) settled back into her seat beside her husband. Lo'ak leaned in close, his voice a playful whisper. "Looks like our little warrior is making their presence known."

(Y/N) leaned against him, a smile tugging at her lips. "That they are. And as much as I love feeling their movements, I'm looking forward to the day they're born and I can finally move without feeling like I'm in a constant dance-off with them."

Lo'ak's laughter mingled with the sounds of the celebration around them, a reminder of the unity that surrounded them. With his arm wrapped around (Y/N) and her head resting against his shoulder, they found solace and strength in each other's presence as they awaited the arrival of their warrior – a symbol of their love and the unity of their people.

After Lo'ak's family left, he got up with the intention of gathering some nourishing food for (Y/N). As he stood, he cast a reassuring look towards his father, Jake Sully, who was seated nearby. "Keep an eye on (Y/N) for me, Father," he requested.

Jake nodded, a warm smile on his face. "Don't worry, son. She'll be safe with me."

With that, Lo'ak walked off, his steps taking him towards the gathering of food supplies. As he moved further away, Jake shifted his attention to (Y/N), who was still seated nearby.

Minutes passed, and (Y/N) began to feel an odd sensation settle over her. She shifted in her seat, her brows furrowing as an uncomfortable feeling nagged at her. She looked around, trying to figure out the source of her unease, but nothing seemed amiss.

Jake noticed her restlessness and approached her, his expression concerned. "Is everything alright, (Y/N)? You seem a bit off."

(Y/N) sighed, her hands resting on her belly. "I don't know, Jake. I just feel... weird. Like something's not quite right."

Jake's eyes held a mixture of understanding and caution. "Trust your instincts. If something doesn't feel right, it's better to be cautious."

As if on cue, (Y/N) winced, her hand moving to her belly as a sudden wave of pain washed over her. Her breath caught, and she let out a groan, the discomfort intensifying by the second.

Jake's concern deepened as he watched her, his instincts kicking in. "Are you alright, (Y/N)?"

She clenched her teeth, her voice strained as she responded. "No, Jake. I... I think... contractions."

Jake's eyes widened, and he immediately shifted into action mode. "Hold on, I'll go get Lo'ak."

As Jake moved to leave, (Y/N) reached out and grabbed his arm, her grip surprisingly strong despite her discomfort. "No, Jake, wait. Just... stay with me for a moment."

Jake nodded, concern etched across his face as he crouched down beside her. He gently placed a hand on her back, offering a steadying presence as she rode out the contraction.

"(Y/N), you're not alone. We'll get through this together," he reassured her.

As the contraction gradually eased, (Y/N) let out a sigh of relief, her grip on Jake's arm relaxing. She met his gaze, a mixture of gratitude and pain in her eyes. "Thank you, Jake."

He offered her a reassuring smile. "You're welcome. And remember, Lo'ak will be back soon. You won't have to go through this alone."

As they waited for Lo'ak's return, (Y/N) found solace in Jake's presence. The discomfort of the contraction had momentarily shifted her focus, but amidst it all, she was reminded of the unity and support that surrounded her – a unity that extended beyond blood ties and spoke to the strength of their community.

As the contractions grew more intense, (Y/N)'s discomfort escalated until she couldn't help but let out a piercing scream. The sound cut through the air, carrying her distress to Lo'ak's ears even as he was gathering food and drinks for her.

Hearing her cry out, Lo'ak's heart raced with worry. He abandoned the supplies, not caring about the spilled food and drinks, and rushed back to where (Y/N) sat. As he approached, Mo'at and his mother, Neytiri, were already by her side.

Mo'at's gaze was focused and determined as she assessed the situation. "The baby is coming, (Y/N). Breathe deeply and stay as calm as you can."

(Y/N)'s eyes were wide with panic, her hands gripping her belly. "Now? But it's not time yet!"

Neytiri offered a small smile, her voice laced with humor. "Well, you did want that little warrior out, didn't you?"

(Y/N) let out a groan, a mixture of frustration and a reluctant laugh escaping her lips. The moment of levity amidst the intensity of the situation helped ease her tension just a bit.

Mo'at's wise eyes locked onto (Y/N)'s. "Fear not, (Y/N). You are surrounded by love and unity. The tribe stands with you."

As if on cue, a healer girl who had been nearby was dispatched by Mo'at to gather the necessary supplies. Neytiri and Mo'at helped (Y/N) to a more comfortable position, providing the support she needed as the contractions continued to surge.

Lo'ak knelt by (Y/N)'s side, his hand resting on her back as he leaned in close. "I'm here, (Y/N). Every step of the way. You're not alone."

(Y/N) nodded, tears of both pain and gratitude filling her eyes. She squeezed Lo'ak's hand, finding strength in his presence and the unity of their tribe. The combination of support and love enveloped her, helping her to face the challenges ahead.

As the healer girl returned with the supplies, (Y/N) focused on her breathing, finding solace in the rhythm of her inhales and exhales. The contractions continued to ebb and flow, each one bringing her closer to the moment of birth.

Amidst the circle of support, (Y/N) found strength she hadn't known she possessed. With Lo'ak by her side, Mo'at and Neytiri's guidance, and the unity of their tribe bolstering her, she faced the unknown with determination and courage.

Amidst the hushed urgency, Mo'at's voice rang out with a command. "Jake, Lo'ak, quickly fetch blankets."

Jake and Lo'ak exchanged a quick glance before they dashed off, their determination evident as they disappeared into the surroundings. Neytiri moved swiftly, using her connection to the Pandoran wildlife to signal their companions.

Neyetam ran into the village healing hut to gather more blankets, Spider quick by his side, followed behind Lo'ak and Jake. The two brothers worked together, collecting additional blankets in preparation for what lay ahead.

With a sense of unity driving them, Jake and Lo'ak returned, blankets in hand alongside Neyetam and Spider. As they rejoined the circle, the family formed a protective barrier around (Y/N), the layers of blankets shielding her from prying eyes.

Within the circle, (Y/N) found herself enveloped by warmth and support, a unity that transcended any barriers. The urgency of the situation intensified as Neytiri and Mo'at focused on their task, their experienced hands guiding (Y/N) through the process.

Neytiri held (Y/N) up with strength and gentleness, her eyes meeting (Y/N)'s with unwavering determination. The bond between them was palpable, a reflection of the unity they shared as women, mothers, and warriors of their tribe.

Mo'at's voice was a steady presence, her instructions clear and comforting. "Breathe, (Y/N). Inhale deeply, and as you exhale, gather your strength."

(Y/N) closed her eyes, focusing on her breath as she followed Mo'at's guidance. The rhythmic pattern of her breath mirrored the unity of their tribe, a collective strength that flowed through her veins.

With each contraction, Mo'at instructed (Y/N) to push, her voice a beacon of guidance and encouragement. Neytiri's supportive presence never wavered, her hands steady and sure.

As (Y/N)'s efforts intensified, the circle of unity around her held firm, their bond unbreakable. The blankets shielded them from the outside world, creating a sacred space where (Y/N) could channel her strength and energy into the task at hand.

Time seemed to blur as the process continued, the circle of support and the unity of their tribe propelling (Y/N) forward. With each push, she drew upon the collective strength that surrounded her, finding solace in the connection she shared with those who stood by her side.

As the final moments approached, Mo'at's voice grew more fervent, Neytiri's gaze more focused. The unity they embodied was a force that carried them through, guiding (Y/N) towards the moment when the strength of her efforts would be rewarded with the arrival of their little warrior.

And in the midst of the circle, amidst the blankets and the bonds that united them, (Y/N) harnessed her strength and the unity of her tribe, finding within herself the power to bring new life into the world.

Amidst the circle of unity, (Y/N) harnessed every ounce of strength within her as she pushed with unwavering determination. The blanket-shrouded space was filled with the rhythmic echoes of her breath and the guiding voices of Mo'at and Neytiri.

With one final push, a moment of intense effort and concentration, the air was charged with anticipation. The first cries of new life filled the clearing, piercing through the night air. Mo'at and Neytiri worked swiftly, their practiced hands assisting in the delicate process of bringing (Y/N)'s firstborn into the world.

The moment felt suspended, a symphony of unity and support echoing around (Y/N). She squeezed her eyes shut, allowing the collective strength of her tribe to envelop her as the reality of what she had accomplished washed over her.

As the first baby was brought into (Y/N)'s arms, the baby's cries filled the space, a testament to the vitality and life that now inhabited their world. (Y/N)'s eyes welled with tears as she cradled the tiny, chubby bundle against her chest, the unity of their tribe tangibly present in this precious moment.

Beside her, Mo'at and Neytiri's smiles were luminous, their gazes reflecting the unity and joy that defined the birth of a new member of their tribe. Neytiri leaned in, her voice a gentle reassurance. "You've done well, (Y/N). Welcome to the world, little one."

As the first baby was being cared for and wrapped in a soft cloth, the circle of unity shifted its focus to the second baby. With another round of supportive guidance and (Y/N)'s unwavering strength, the clearing was soon filled with the second cry of new life.

And when that second baby was placed into (Y/N)'s arms, the unity of their tribe was once again felt in every heartbeat. This baby had four fingers on each hand, a reflection of (Y/N)'s heritage, and the other had five fingers, like Lo'ak. Both were chubby and healthy, their presence a testament to the unity that had guided their journey.

As (Y/N) held her twins close, she marveled at the precious lives she now cradled. Their cries intertwined with the sounds of the forest, a symphony of unity that was both ancient and new. The blankets that had shielded them now held a deeper meaning – a symbol of the protection, love, and unity that had surrounded (Y/N) throughout this extraordinary journey.

Amidst the circle of unity, (Y/N) found herself filled with gratitude for the tribe that had supported her, for the family that had guided her, and for the new lives that now rested against her. The birth of her twins was a celebration of unity – a unity that spanned generations, cultures, and the depths of her heart.

As the cries of their newborn twins filled the air, Lo'ak's heart swelled with an overwhelming mixture of love, awe, and pride. He dropped down to his knees at (Y/N)'s side, his eyes brimming with emotion as he gazed at their precious babies. Gently, he leaned in and placed a tender kiss on the head of each baby, his lips brushing against their soft skin.

His voice was filled with a mixture of amazement and joy as he spoke softly to them, his words a reflection of the profound impact this moment had on him. "Seems we do not have to raise not one but two warriors."

His words were a testament to the unity and strength of their tribe, embodied in the new lives that now rested in their arms. Lo'ak's fingers brushed against the tiny hands of their babies, feeling the connection that had already formed between them.

(Y/N) shifted slightly, her eyes filled with love and exhaustion as she looked at Lo'ak. "Our little warriors," she whispered, her voice laced with awe.

Lo'ak's gaze locked onto (Y/N)'s, their eyes meeting in a shared moment of unity and connection. "Yes, our little warriors. They carry the legacy of our people and the strength of our love."

As he spoke, he leaned in once again, placing a gentle kiss on (Y/N)'s forehead before turning his attention back to their twins. His hand cradled the tiny head of the baby with four fingers, his thumb gently stroking the soft skin.

(Y/N)'s fingers reached out, interlacing with Lo'ak's as they shared this precious moment together. The blanket-wrapped circle of unity still surrounded them, a reminder of the strength of their tribe and the love that enveloped them.

With their twins nestled against them, Lo'ak and (Y/N) were immersed in the unity of their new family. The journey towards this moment had been filled with challenges, love, and the unwavering support of their tribe. And now, as they gazed at their little warriors, they knew that this unity would carry them forward into the unknown and extraordinary journey of parenthood.

[theostrophywife]

skinny dipping.

masterlist (azriel x reader) author's note: this is warm, fluffy, and entirely self indulgent for all my azriel girlies out there. please enjoy. warning: a bit of smut but mostly heartwarming fluff. summary: in the midst of montesere, you talk the shadowsinger into skinny dipping with you in a lake full of starlight.

The High Lord promised that the mission to Montesere would be an easy one. 

As you trudge through the dark woods covered in grime and blood, you were beginning to think that you and Rhysand had two very different definitions of easy.

The task at hand seemed simple enough. Seduce the Prince and steal his supply of faebane. It was a pretty standard plan given your line of work as a spy in the Night Court. The only problem was that you hadn’t caught the royal’s eye — Azriel did. 

However amusing it was to watch the shadowsinger navigate his way through the male’s advances during the ball, you busied yourself with finding the faebane while Azriel distracted the prince with his charm. You were successful in your task until you and Azriel reached the castle gates where a dozen sentries blocked the only exit. It took nearly an hour to cut through the prince’s guard. 

Despite the fact that you were grossly outnumbered, you and Azriel managed to escape without a single scratch on either one of you.

After your narrow escape, you follow the shadowsinger further into the blood forest, stepping over the twisting vines of the crooked trees and watching the crimson leaves crumble underneath the heel of your boots. With your power expended from tonight’s altercation, you weren’t able to winnow out of the Continent, which meant that Azriel would have to fly you home. 

In an effort to avoid being spotted, you needed to travel to the edge of Montesere before ascending to the skies. An hour had passed since you first started walking and there seemed to be no end to the dark woods. You yawn, stopping in place to shake out your weary limbs. 

Beside you, Azriel halts underneath an oak tree as beams of moonlight bathes his handsome face with a silver glow. Not unlike your own armor, the shadowsinger’s leathers were soaked in blood and sticking to every hard plane of his toned body. Shadows twist through his dark wings and crowns him in glorious night as he turns around to face you. 

“Are you alright, angel?” Concern floods his eyes while he carefully examines you. 

You nod in return. “I’m fine. I just need a drink of water.” 

“There should be a lake up ahead.”

Azriel holds out his hand and you gladly take it, lacing your fingers with his scarred ones. You gave him a gentle squeeze to remind him that you were completely comfortable with his touch. It had taken a while for him to even allow you to hold his hand so you made it a point to remind him that you recognized the privilege of his trust. 

For some time now, you and Azriel have been teetering between friendship and something more. You’ve been in love with the shadowsinger for as long as you could remember and while you knew that Azriel reciprocated those feelings, you were also aware of his tendency to lean on the cautious side when it came to romantic relationships. You understood the hesitation that stemmed from the heartbreaking doubt that often skewed Azriel’s view of himself and you were more than willing to wait until he was ready to fully open himself up to you. 

At the moment, you were content to savor the shy gazes and stolen kisses while you two explore the evolving nature of your relationship. Slowly but surely, you worked towards showing Azriel that you were here to stay. In all your centuries of knowing him, you knew that he was the type of male that would only be convinced by actions and not words. 

Regardless, you were determined to show Azriel that you loved all of him completely. You saw every part of him - the good, the bad, the ugly, and none of it scared you. 

A small smile graces that achingly beautiful face as the two of you walk hand in hand underneath the starry sky. Just beyond a grove of ancient oak trees, the forest parts into a clearing. In the middle of the grassy knoll, a crystal clear lake shimmers amidst the dark woods. You stroll by the banks before kneeling at the shore and dipping your hand into the glittering water. Starlight trickles through your fingertips and you beam in awe at the hidden wonder. 

“It’s beautiful,” you breathe, smiling up at Azriel. “How did you find this place?” 

The shadowsinger kneels beside you and spreads his long legs over the grass. “I came across this clearing on a mission years ago. When I first saw this lake, it actually reminded me of you.”

Through the soft light emitting from the serene water, you could make out the fond smile on Azriel’s face. You lean back on your arms, tilting your head to face him. “What could I possibly have in common with a lake, Az?” you ask teasingly. 

He twines your fingers together, brushing his lips against your knuckles. “Because like you, this lake is full of starlight in a world surrounded by darkness. Even when this endless existence threatens to swallow me whole, you serve as a reminder that the light is just around the corner.” 

At his sincere words, your heart soars. Azriel was looking at you with such tenderness in his eyes as if he could see into the very depths of your soul. 

“I want you to know that I feel safe with you. You listen and you understand. You never try to push me even though I know that I can be frustrating sometimes,” he cups your cheek and you lean into his touch instinctively. “It’s still going to take some time for me to figure out why you chose to love me of all people, but I want you to know that I’ll work every day to be worthy of you.” 

Tears prick your eyes as you meet that gentle gaze. “You don’t have to work for my love, Azriel. You’ve always deserved it.” Azriel presses his forehead against yours as he holds you closer. “It might take a while, but I don’t mind reminding you every day that you’re more than worthy of me.” 

You were barely breathing as he cups your face. Azriel scans your features, searching for any sign of hesitation, but he only finds the same yearning twisting through his own heart at the sight of you. The shadowsinger beholds the plain and simple truth written all over your face. Your heart beats for Azriel and Azriel alone. 

“I love you,” he says softly. 

Those three little words, whispered by the love of your life underneath the cover of moonlight, was more than you could ever ask for. 

You smile brightly. “I love you too, Azriel.” 

“My heart, however torn and scarred it may be, is entirely and irrevocably yours, angel.”

Azriel closes the gap between you, those hazel eyes of his filling with shimmering hope as he savors the feel of you in his arms. Time slows as he brings his lips down to yours and kisses you gently. His mouth was soft and warm, tasting of mead and honey while his lips melded to yours. 

You could’ve spent an eternity kissing Azriel, letting his tongue slide over yours in languid movements while your whole body leans into his touch. Fireworks erupt all over your body as Azriel pulls you flush against him. Your fingers tangle in his hair while he trails a burning path down the hollow of your throat, nipping at the soft skin just below your ear. The soft breathy moan that escapes from your lips makes the shadowsinger grin against your neck. 

“Mine,” he declares as he leaves his mark all over your skin. 

“Yours.” The entirety of your mind, body, and soul seemed to agree with the statement. There was no doubt about it - Azriel was the only one for you. 

Despite the fact that there was barely a wisp of space between you, it still didn’t feel like enough. You craved for more of him. Tonight, you wanted all of Azriel. 

As you pull away, Azriel groans in protest at the loss of your warmth. You grin, standing upright while you tug at his hand. He watches you curiously as you unlace your boots and kick them off to the side. Your leather trousers come off next and the shadowsinger chuckles as you wriggle out of them. He steadies your waist so that you can remove them with ease. 

“What are you doing?” 

You shrug nonchalantly. “Undressing.” 

Azriel smirks. “I can see that, smartass. As much as I enjoy the view, would you care to fill me in on the plan?” 

“I’m taking a dip in the lake,” you state as you discard the knives strapped around your waist. “You’re more than welcome to join me. I promise I don’t bite, unless you ask.” 

The cheeky wink you sent his way was enough to convince Azriel. “You sound like Cassian.”

You raise an amused brow. “I’m undressing in front of you and you’re thinking of Cas?”

Azriel’s laughter strikes you like a bolt of lightning. “You’re absolutely right, angel. How terribly rude of me.” 

With a wicked grin, you tug your shirt over your head and chuck it at Azriel’s chest. “I guess you’ll just have to find a way to make it up to me, Az.”

His loaded gaze burns right through you as Azriel begins taking off his clothes. While he was busy shrugging out of his shirt, you took the opportunity to toss aside your underclothes. Suddenly, you felt extremely conscious of Azriel seeing your naked form. To settle your nerves, you wade into the lake so you could find cover underneath the water. 

The shadowsinger follows you soon after, watching as you shake out the mud and blood from your hair. In the middle of your scrubbing, he grabs your wrist and pulls you flush against him. 

Underneath the glow of the full moon, Azriel looked absolutely beautiful. His dark hair fell in soft tendrils atop his cheekbones and grazed his full, pouty lips. You can't help the smile that curves at the corner of your lips, reaching out to swipe at a splatter of blood staining the shadowsinger's sharp jaw. Azriel’s eyes flutter close at your touch. He sighs in contentment, nuzzling into your hand. 

“Hi,” you say softly.

Soft, hazel eyes appraise you tenderly. “Hi,” Azriel replies as his arm snakes around your waist. 

Brushing the hair out of your face, he tilts your chin up so he can examine you from a better angle. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” 

You flush, smiling softly. “Not tonight, no.” 

Azriel’s lips brush against your cheek. “You’re breathtaking, angel. An absolute dream.”

His fingertips trail a path down your torso, his light touch igniting the fire in your core while he traces a line through your collarbone all the way down to the curve of your hips as though he was committing your body to memory.  You clamp your fingers onto his wrist, guiding his hand up to your breast.

Azriel inhales sharply as his eyes darken with desire. With his flushed cheeks and swollen lips, he looked utterly angelic. Completing the imagery, his dark wings flare behind him while he gazes down at you.

“Are you sure?” he asks so softly as though he was half expecting you to change your mind. 

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my immortal life, Azriel. I want all of you tonight.”

Azriel kisses you again with more hunger and passion, pausing briefly to hike your legs around his waist. You take the opportunity to admire his solid chest and the perfectly sculpted abs that flexed underneath your touch. It was honestly criminal to look this good while covered in grime and blood. 

The shadowsinger takes his time with you, kissing and nipping at your skin and letting the desire for him build as he takes your bottom lip in between his teeth. You take turns scrubbing at each other’s skin until the both of you are clean and spotless. Starlight trickles down Azriel’s wings while he wades over to the shallow end of the lake with you latched onto his waist. With your back pressed against the smooth, pale rock behind you, Azriel pecks your cheek once more and positions you against him.

“I want to take my time with you,” he says as he brushes a dark tendril of hair behind your ear. From up close, you could make out the golden flecks smattering those warm hazel eyes. “I want to remember this night for the rest of my life.” 

You smile, pressing a gentle kiss on his cheek. “I do too, Az.”

Those powerful wings unfurl behind him, covering the both of you with the red and golden hues shimmering against his back. Azriel braces himself against your entrance, slowly pushing his length into you while he carefully watches your expression to ensure that he wasn’t hurting you. He shudders at how wet and ready you are for him, dropping his head down at the crook of your neck while placing a gentle kiss on your collarbone. 

“Are you alright, baby?” 

Azriel was only halfway in, but you could already feel your walls stretching to take all of him. The pressure of his length sliding into you uncoils in your lower belly, but it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling. As you sink down lower into him, you could barely bite back the moan from crawling up your throat. 

“Look at me, angel.” Azriel says as he cups your jaw in his hand. “Promise you’ll tell me if it gets to be too much, alright?”  

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. The sweet and gentle way he was looking at you told you that he’d stop at nothing to ensure that this experience would be nothing but pleasurable for you. This was the Azriel that you knew and loved. 

“I promise.” 

The husky moan that left his lips as your walls clench around his cock awakens a dizzying wave of pleasure to course through your body. You could tell that Azriel was trying his best to restrain himself and he attempts to anchor himself by gripping your hips so hard that you were sure the marks of his fingertips would leave bruises. 

“Can I move, baby?”

“Gods, yes.”

Azriel snaps his hips into yours and the sensation was so heavenly, it had you arching off the pale stone. The water shimmers around you as the shadowsinger makes love to you, slowly pushing and pulling in and out of you while your moans echo in the clearing. His gaze never once leaves your face, examining the cries of pleasure you were making, reveling in the sight of you naked and bare before him, while you straddle his waist in desperation.

He loved seeing you like this, needy and desperate for him, knowing that no one else ever got to witness this side of you. Azriel was well aware that it was a privilege to love and be loved by you and he made sure to worship every inch of you to convey just how special it made him feel. 

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, latching his lips onto the sensitive spot just below your earlobe. 

Your lips part and Azriel takes the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth, tasting every inch of you while he guides your hips with his large hands. Your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces and the pleasure of the gentle roll of your hips onto his length had you murmuring Azriel’s name into his neck. 

“I love the way you moan my name,” Azriel says with a grin. “It’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.” 

You place a trail of kisses upon his neck, sucking lightly on his earlobe as you shamelessly moan his name again and again. “Azriel,” you drag out, tasting every syllable on your tongue as his thrusts pick up the pace. 

Just like he promised, Azriel relishes every inch of you slowly. He savors every sound, every sensation, every bit of praise that falls from your lips. 

“You are mine,” he says, fingers splayed out at the back of your neck possessively. “And I am yours.”

“Forever and always, Azriel,” you respond, lips parting in utter ecstasy as he grunts in approval. 

Dropping his forehead down to yours, the shadowsinger ruts into you, hitting the right spots at just the right angle as your nails rake over his back. The growl he unleashes sets a fire in your core. You bounce on his cock impatiently, taking all of him in and out, your walls memorizing every ridge and curve of his length while you writhe in pleasure. 

"Are you close, angel?" he breathes, barely hanging onto the sliver of restraint he had left. Azriel wanted to mark you, to have his scent seeping from every inch of your skin so that everyone would know who you belong to.

"So close, Az." You pull away, meeting his burning gaze with a satisfied smile. "I want us to come together."

Azriel growls his agreement, watching as you roll your hips into him, letting you control the tempo while you stare into each other's eyes. He moans your name sharply, head tilting back as your own walls tighten around him, signaling that your orgasm was fast approaching.

"Together," he says, dipping his forehead down to yours.

You nod and the sight of him unraveling underneath you nearly brings you to tears. Azriel was completely vulnerable, lips parted, eyes rolling back while his arousal fills you. He groans as you soak him with your own orgasm, gasping and panting while he kisses you again and again.

It’s only after the third time he makes you come when Azriel finally relents, wrapping you into his arms while the two of you lie back on the grassy knoll, fully dressed and warm as his wings shields you from the cold breeze. 

“Should we start heading home?” you ask with a yawn, resting your head on Azriel’s shoulder. 

The red and golden membrane shimmers at his back as his wings curve around you protectively. “In a second. I’m not ready for this night to end yet.” 

You smile, placing a kiss at the nape of his neck. “Thank you, Azriel.”

His brow furrow in response. “For what, angel?” 

“For showing me this place,” you start, gazing at the beautiful lake once again. “For opening up to me. For loving me. For…everything.” 

The smile that spreads across his face tug at your heartstrings. It was the most breathtaking sight you’ve ever seen. “I love you angel,” he says again as he kisses your forehead. “Forever and always.”

You nuzzle into him, feeling like the luckiest female in the realm. “I love you too, Azriel. Forever and always.”

taglist: @cherryjain17, @moony-thoughts, @sporadicfestivaldragon, @i-opened-the-chamber-of-secrets

[pricelessemotion]

sweet dreams, tennessee | masterlist

summary: the sleepy town of sweet dreams holds many childhood memories for you. in the summer of '88, you make your way back to your hometown to visit your grandma and figure things out. when you get there, you're surprised to find you're not the only one who's taking a walk down memory lane.

pairing: cowboy!steve harrington x fem!reader

chapter one: welcome home, honeybee

chapter two

chapter three

a/n: this fic is shamelessly (and loosely) inspired by the Hannah Montana movie so all credit where credit is due, this is just for fun! :)

[raised-u-fr0m-perdition]

pov: you’re Sam Winchester watching Dean fall for Ivy

[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

Sweet on You, Chapter 4

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Story Summary: HERE

Warnings/Tags: Sugar Daddy!Matt Murdock, Idiots to Lovers, No Age Gap, Alternating PoV, No Use of Y/N, Fake dating (sort of)

Word Count: ~2500

A/N: Thank you to everyone who has liked and reblogged/commented thus far! Enjoy Matt and Reader's first official "not"-date!

As always, if you'd like to be tagged, please let me know!

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Divider by the always amazing @theradioactivespidergwen!

You were quiet as you and Matt headed towards the restaurant he had chosen for dinner, your mind still processing the contract as you walked. 

To be honest, you hadn't expected the terms of the agreement to be quite so fair and even, and you definitely hadn't expected the increase in the amount of money Matt would be giving you per month. 

Just from the little bit of time you had spent with him you could tell that he was honest, fair, and kind, and you couldn't help but wonder if maybe the reason Matt was paying you more was because you had told him about having joined S&S in order to help your mother with her medical bills, rather than his given reason of simply feeling that your time was worth more than the amount you had originally agreed upon due to what was being requested of you. 

You mentally shook your head. No matter the reason, you were touched by Matt's fairness and generosity and were feeling better about having accepted his offer.

Matt slowed as the two of you approached Okinawa, a Japanese steakhouse where you sometimes picked up lunch for the partners. “We're here.”

He held the door open for you. “Ladies first.”

“Thank you.” You stepped inside.

“Good evening,” the seating hostess said. 

“Hi,” Matt replied. “We have a reservation for 6 o’clock under ‘Murdock’.”

The hostess tapped at the tablet in front of her. “Yes, of course. Right this way.”

She led the two of you to a quiet table in the corner. “Here you go. Your server will be right with you.”

You took your coat off and draped it across the back of your chair, pleasantly surprised when Matt pulled your chair out for you. “Thank you.”

Matt took his own coat off and folded his cane, putting it in his jacket pocket before sitting across from you. “You're welcome.”

You cleared your throat. “So, how was your day today? Do any interesting lawyer stuff?"

Matt chuckled. “Depends on what you'd consider ‘interesting’. I mostly did paperwork -- briefings, evidence review, stuff like that, although I did meet with a few clients. What about you? How was your day?”

You shrugged. You weren't going to complain about your job, especially since this was your and Matt's first dinner together. “It was busy, but fine. Made the day go by faster.”

Matt nodded. “That's good at least.”

“Yeah.”

Your conversation paused as your server stepped up to your table. “Good evening, and welcome to Okinawa. My name is Katie and I'll be taking care of you tonight. Can I get you started with something to drink?”

Matt said your name. “Would you like to go first?”

“Oh.” You quickly glanced at the wine list that was on the table. “Um, yes, I’d like a glass of rosé, if you don't mind.”

Katie nodded. “Of course, ma'am. And for you, sir?”

Matt turned his face towards her. “Can I get a Sapporo, please?”

“Yes, sir. I'll get those drinks for you right away.”

You flipped open your menu as Katie left to go get your and Matt's drinks, inwardly gawking at the prices of the entreés. Maybe I can make do with a side salad for dinner. Or soup. Or a single piece of sashimi.

Matt seemed to be able to sense your panic, because he smiled gently at you. “Order whatever you’d like. It's on me, remember?” 

You took a breath and nodded. “Right, okay.”

Katie returned with your drinks. “Alright, would you like any sushi or appetizers to get started?”

You shook your head. You would've loved to try some sushi and there were a few appetizers on the menu that looked interesting, but even though Matt had said to order whatever you wanted you didn't want to push it. “No thank you.”

Matt tilted his head curiously. “You sure?”

You glanced down at the table. Matt's focus was piercing, as if he could sense that you weren’t being truthful. “I'm sure.”

“Okay then. I'm good as well.”

Katie clicked her pen. “Do you need a few more minutes to look over the menu?”

Matt shook his head. “I'm ready if you are.”

You nodded. “Yeah, sure.”

Katie turned to you. “What can I get for you, ma'am?”

“Can I get…” You quickly scanned the menu and named something that sounded good but didn't cost an arm and a leg.

“Absolutely.” Katie wrote down your order before turning towards Matt. “And for you, sir?”

“I'd like the tuna steak, cooked medium.” Matt picked up his menu and handed it to Katie. “Thank you.”

Katie picked up your menu as well. “I'll get those right out for you.”

“So do you come here often?” you asked as Katie went to put in your orders.

Matt shook his head. “Not very. I mostly do takeout from the more casual places near my apartment, but since this is near the office my partners and I sometimes grab lunch from here, or we'll order in dinner if we're working late. What about you? Have you ever been here?”

You took a sip of your wine before answering. “I've picked up sushi from here for my boss and his colleagues, but I've never actually eaten here myself.”

Matt nodded. “The sushi's actually really good here. Maybe we can come back for lunch one day soon, sit at the sushi bar or a hibachi table.”

You glanced over at the hibachi tables as one of the chefs lit an onion volcano on fire to the delight of the people sitting there. “That would be nice.” If I get a proper lunch break ever again.

“I did think about booking us seats at a hibachi table for tonight, but then figured that something quieter and more intimate would be more appropriate for our first dinner together.” Matt waved a hand around the otherwise-quiet restaurant. “You know, in case we needed to discuss private matters regarding our arrangement.”

You nodded. In all honesty, you were glad Matt hadn't booked a hibachi table -- considering how much he was paying you just for your presence and how expensive the regular menu items were, you couldn't justify making him pay for a full hibachi dinner. “Right, of course.”

Matt took another sip of his beer. “Oh, I meant to ask you, how was lunch with your mom yesterday?”

You smiled. “It was nice. She and I made stir-fried noodles with homemade spring rolls.”

“Oh, that sounds great.”

You nodded. “It was. Mom and I both decided it was a keeper.”

“Do the two of you cook together a lot?”

“We used to before Mom got sick, but since she's been feeling better I think we might start up again.” You took another sip of your wine. “What about you, do you like to cook?��

Matt shook his head. “I don't really have time with my busy schedule. I'm either working or… well, working.”

You huffed out a light laugh. “No wonder you don't have time to date.”

Matt chuckled. “That's why I'm lucky that my best friends are also my business partners. I at least get to spend time with them, even if it's at work.”

Your conversation paused once again as Katie brought your dinners. After she had made sure that the two of you didn't need anything and left once again, you continued. “So how did you and your partners meet?”

Matt nodded. “Foggy and I were paired up as roommates our first year of college and quickly became friends, then once we graduated with our law degrees we decided to open our own firm together. Karen, our other partner, was actually our office assistant when Foggy and I first started the firm but eventually she earned her law degree and joined us as a partner.”

“Oh wow, that's so cool. No wonder the three of you are so close.” 

Matt cut into his fish. “We've gone through a lot of tough times together but we made it out in the end.”

You took a bite of your own dinner. “Mmm. Oh, wow.”

Matt smiled at you. “Good?”

You nodded. “Yeah, it's excellent.”

“Good.”

The two of you ate in comfortable silence, Katie only interrupting once mid-meal in order to check on you.

Once you were both finished, Katie came up once again. “Can I interest you in any dessert tonight?”

You hesitated. You definitely felt like you could go for something sweet but you already felt like dinner was costing Matt enough. “I'm --”

“--Actually, yeah,” Matt said before you could wind up saying ‘I’m good, thanks’ . “Can we see the dessert menu, please?”

“Certainly,” Katie replied. “I'll be right back.”

She quickly went to grab a menu, then handed it to Matt. “Here you go. I'll be back in just a few minutes.”

Matt handed the menu to you as she left once again. “Is there anything that strikes your fancy?”

You glanced over it. “Actually, I think I could go for some ice cream.” Besides the fact that it was the cheapest dessert on the menu, after the day you'd had (with the past couple of hours excluded) you definitely needed ice cream, a hot shower, and some sleep -- in that order.

Matt nodded. “You know, actually, that sounds great. What flavors do they have?”

You looked down at the menu. “Vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, green tea, and red bean.”

“Okay.”

Katie came back. “Decided on anything?”

“Actually, yes.” Matt gave her his ice cream order. 

You smiled. That was the flavor you had wanted as well. “Make that two, please.”

Katie picked up the menu. “Okay, I'll be right back with that.”

“By the way,” you said as she left to go put in your dessert order. “I’ve had a really nice time tonight. You’re easy to talk to.”

“Yeah, same,” Matt replied. “On both counts.”

Katie soon returned with your ice cream and so you and Matt lapsed into comfortable silence once again.

After the two of you had finished and Matt had taken care of the bill, you both stood and put your coats back on.

Matt walked around the table, one hand trailing along the top in order to guide him.

He stopped beside you and unfolded his cane. “Ready to head out?”

You nodded. “Mmhmm. I'm ready.”

“Um, I might need you to guide me outside if that's okay.”

“Yeah, of course.”

Matt gently took your elbow and you guided him back towards the front of the restaurant, stopping briefly to thank both Katie and the seating hostess before exiting the building.

Once you were back outside, Matt let go of your elbow. “Thanks. I've got it from here.”

You nodded. “No problem. I'm happy to help guide you whenever you need me to -- consider it part of the service.”

Matt chuckled. “Noted.”

“Are you heading home?”

Matt shook his head and pointed back towards the direction you had come. “I have a few more things I need to wrap up before I call it a night, so I'm heading back to the office.”

“Oh, okay. I'm actually headed in the opposite direction, so yeah, just let me know when you want to get together again and I'll…see you then?”

Matt nodded. “Oh, about that. I was actually thinking Thursday evening, if that works for you.”

You mentally ran through your schedule. You didn't think any of the partners had a late meeting that you'd need to stick around for that day, so… “Yeah, that should work.”

“Great. I'll text you on Wednesday to confirm.” Matt paused. “I’m thinking we could try to keep on a regular dinner schedule of Monday and Thursday just for simplicity’s sake, but I'll let you know as soon as possible if I ever need to reschedule because of work or anything.”

“That sounds good.”

“And I'll give you as much of a notice as possible on any other potential non-work-related outings, which’ll all likely be on the weekends given both of our work schedules.”

You nodded. Besides your weekly visits with your mom your weekends were usually pretty open otherwise. “Okay. So I'll see you on Thursday then?” 

“Yeah. See you Thursday.” 

“Goodnight, Matt.”

“Goodnight.”

You turned and headed towards your apartment. 

You couldn't deny that Matt was attractive, and on top of that he was also sweet and attentive. Hanging out with him definitely isn't going to be a chore.

Matt headed back towards Nelson, Murdock, & Page until you were sufficiently far enough away to where he wouldn't catch up with you, then he doubled back to head home to his apartment. While he had wanted to do the gentlemanly thing and offer to walk you home, he hadn't wanted you to feel pressured to say yes, so instead he told you that he was heading back to the office.

Even though you had said that Matt was easy to talk to, he felt like you had been holding back from him. There had been times during your dinner together when you hadn't been entirely truthful -- the first time being when Matt had asked you how your day had been.

You had said that it had been fine, but the slight tension in your shoulders and the stress in your voice had told Matt otherwise. Either it had been busier than you had let on or something had happened at work to upset you, but either way you clearly hadn't wanted to talk about it.

The second time was when you had been looking at the menu. Matt had purposely chosen Okinawa because not only was it close to the office, but also because the two of you were celebrating the official start of your arrangement.

(And okay, maybe deep down Matt wanted to impress you just a tiny bit.)

He knew the place wasn't cheap -- he, Foggy, and Karen had only started eating there after Nelson, Murdock, and Page had retained enough high-profile clients for them to each earn comfortable livings while still being able to do the pro bono work they were passionate about -- and even then they only ate there on special occasions.

But despite Matt's reassurance that you order whatever you wanted, you had still declined ordering any sushi or appetizers even though you had spent several minutes reading over them, and -- if Matt’s memory served him correctly -- had ordered one of the cheapest entreés on the menu that wasn't a tasting plate.

(Not that there was anything wrong with what you did or didn't order -- Matt just had the feeling that you were uncomfortable with spending more of his money than what you thought you could or should.)

Luckily you had enjoyed your meal and had at least been willing to order the ice cream you had wanted for dessert -- even though it had been at Matt's prompting. I should probably take her somewhere less opulent on Thursday so she feels more comfortable.

He shook his head. He’d worry about that later -- he was going out on patrol once he showered and changed and needed to get into his Daredevil mindset. No distractions. That's the whole point of this arrangement.

[hyunjinners]

꒷꒦ ⊹ ๑ ❛Masterlists❜ =͟͟͞♡ ‧ ˚ ₊

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ԃɾαɱαʂ ɱαʂƚҽɾʅιʂƚ. . .❜ɞ

.ᨘ۫. ۪→ Lim Ryung-gu x reader (Tomorrow)

.ᨘ۫. ۪→ Lee Eun-hyuk x reader (Sweet Home)

𖥻𓏲. dp: dog day masterlist ⋆˖

𖥻𓏲 Alice in bordeland masterlist. ⋆˖

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ƙ-ρσρ ɱαʂƚҽɾʅιʂƚ. . .❜ɞ

𖥻𓏲 𝖲𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒 𝖪𝗂𝖽𝗌 𝖬𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍. ⋆˖

: ♡₊˚𓂃⠀◟ My masterlist: an organization + spoiler bonus for future chapters - more than half is done, just need to review.

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[btsgotjams27]

Sweet Tooth ~ JJK | m.list

Bills and rent are piling up, so your roommate suggests you look into a gig she stumbled upon. But it's not what you expect. or Jungkook runs a vampire blood bank and you service clients with your blood.

✨ title: sweet tooth (ongoing) | series ✨ pairing: vampire!jungkook x f!reader ✨ word count: 32k+ counting | ✨ rating: m/18+ ✨ genre/au: vampire!au, supernatural!au, eventual romance, slow build, eventual smut ✨ warnings: blood drinking, vampire bites, compulsion/mind control, mysterious jungkook, mentions of death, needles (will add warnings as chapters are posted) ✨ a/n: this story is inspired by the vampire diaries ✨ playlist | ✨ read on AO3 | Wattpad

✨ chapters: one - the mystery job two - the first bite three - the decision four - the two best friends five - the saint six - the sinner seven - the 200

[getoswhore]

Geto strikes me as the kind of guy to have a really smart girlfriend but fuck her dumb because sometimes her brain needs a break <3

☰ ft : getō x f! reader

cw/tw : pwp + dumbification, overstimulation.

hooded, honeydew eyes gaze adoringly into your endless elation; watching carefully how you crumble beneath his riveting touch, how your supple skin crawls with shivers, and a pitiful string of drool to bubble out from the corner of your quivering lips.

he's pleased–well over pleased, but listening carefully at the need driving incoherent words to spill from your lips and drool sliding down your chin, makes getō keep his cruel rhythm up.

it makes him feel good knowing your little head is finally being free from all of the stress–finally relief from life itself, and only mind-boggling thoughts floating through your nimble brain now on how deep his cock presses in your sopping little cunt.

his hips are strong against yours, keeping a momentum fast enough to force your limp body to bounce along like a flimsy rag doll as you babble out like of a fool...

[luimagines]

Hi! I can’t sleep (I’m writing this in bed at midnight) and I forgot to request proposal headcannons while requests were open. So now I’m inflicting you with my own headcannon about how Twilight would propose. Woe be upon ye. This one is an earnest attempt on your life (consider my last story to be a half-hearted try with a foam knife). Warning: long ask.

The rancher had been incredibly nervous about this for a really, really long time. He’s done a remarkably good job at hiding it from you (for a Link, that is). You’d assumed he’d been stressed with the upcoming harvest since that was the most logical conclusion you could come to given the available information. Given that, you decided to try and ease his stress some by pilfering his pumpkin soup recipe and then asking him to help you make it — activities are always more fun together, after all.

He complies because he can never deny you anything that’s in his power to give. That and he really enjoys cooking with you. It’s domestic and sweet and it gives him butterflies — which ultimately only serves to make his upcoming proposal all the scarier. On the one hand, he could have this domesticity every day and hold you while you both sleep every night. But on the other… what if you say no and things become awkward?? What if you end up breaking up with him??? It’s hard to stay present and not spiral into worst-case scenarios as he gets a small taste of what could be.

You, sensing he’s becoming stressed, come up and hug him from behind while he’s stirring the soup. He inhales sharply as you lay your cheek against his back, but he melts into your touch. His panicked thoughts quiet instantly — you’ve always had that effect on him. “What’s wrong, my love?” You ask, concerned. His drawl is a little thicker than normal and his voice is warm. You might not be able to see his face from your position, but you can actually hear the small smile and soft look that have spread over his features, “it’s nothin’ to trouble yourself with, darlin’. I’m alright now. I jus’ needed a hug and didn’t realize it is all.”

You hum, not entirely convinced but recognizing the half-truth for what it is. You’ve quietes whatever thoughts are plaguing him, but there’s obviously something. He’s not the type to get this stressed out over “nothing.” He evidently doesn’t want to talk about it for some reason though.

“There’s a difference between ‘it’s nothing’ and ‘I don’t want to talk about it.’ The latter is always an acceptable answer, but I rather you tell me that. I won’t force you to tell me what’s bothering you, but I want you to know you can come to me with anything.” You say as your grip around his waist tightens (and as you have to force yourself to think of anything but how muscular his back is and the fact that you can feel his abs under your hands).

If there was any tension left in his body at all, it deflates all at once as you speak. “Trus’ me, I know. And I appreciate that more than you know, darlin’. But I meant it. It was a silly thing to be worried about, all things considered, I’m all righ’ now. Thank you.” He keeps stirring the soup with one hand, but one large hand comes to rest overtop where your own have wrapped themselves around his middle, his thumb caressing your skin. He’s told you the truth, he really isn’t worried anymore. He knows the life he can give you is a simple one, but it’s one full of love and happiness. There’s something about the way you hold him, the tenderness of the embrace, that makes him realize that everything’s gonna be okay in the end.

He‘s no longer afraid you’ll say no. Not necessarily because you couldn’t do better (he’s quite convinced you could if you wanted to, no matter now frequently you tell him otherwise), but because you love him. Completely, with every fiber of your being; just as much as he loves you. He allows himself to believe that you would choose him just as many times over as he would choose you.

When the soup finishes cooking, the pair of you eat dinner together. You spend an hour and a half just talking and laughing and enjoying each other’s company. When the meal ends and you’ve both put your dishes away, he takes your hand in his and asks if you’ll go on a walk with him. You accept readily.

He leads you through a winding path that leads out into one of the wheat fields, the pair of you continuing your conversation the whole way. Eventually, you reach the edge of the field. There’s a small clearing and a crystal clear water running through the tall golden stems, the sunset just over the horizon.

He looks at you with an undeniable warmth in his eyes and expression, but there’s also a serious look on his face. Sensing he needs to tell you something important, you quiet your laughter. Much to your surprise, he grabs his sword off his waist and lays it down on the dirt beneath you two. He kneels down on his right knee. His left fist is planted in the dirt and his right rests over his heart.

“Darlin’, words can’t even begin to express how much you mean to me. Yer the light of ma life and the reason I get up every mornin’. If ‘m being honest, I can’t imagine ma life without you in it. What I want more’n anything in this world is to wake up with you in ma arms every mornin’, and to make dinner with you every evening like we did t’day.” He’s starting to tear up now as he looks up at you. “Would you do me the honor of marryin’ me?”

You can’t seem to find your voice. At some point while he was talking your hands came up to cover your mouth as you start to cry a little. You nod and that’s all he needs. The next thing you know, he’s shot to his feet and has wrapped you up in a warm embrace. You pull him down for a kiss and he complies happily. You can feel within the action just how much he loves you and how happy you’ve made him today.

When you pull away he has a biggest goofiest grin on his fact that you’ve ever seen. He slips a small box out of his pocket and produces a gorgeous, albeit simple ring (that explains where the extra money he’s been putting away lately went). Gingerly, he takes your left hand in his free one and ever so gently slides the ring onto your finger. Right where it belongs. You’re his, and he’s yours, and now everyone will be able to see it. It’ll be legally true soon enough.

Man, he really can’t wait until your beautiful face is the first thing he sees every morning. Bedhead and all.

- glitter ✨

THIS IS AN ATTEMPT ON MY LIFE!!!

I'M TAKING YOU ALL DOWN WITH ME!!!!!

Thank you, Glitter. I love this. This was so sweet. <3

[creepy-friday]

Its not a request or anything but please never stop writing

Youre like the best creepypasta blog, you don't mischaracterize characters and your fanfics are so good I just keep rereading them 😭😭🩷 I love your blog sm!

Thank you so much! I appreciate the kind words a lot!💞

[gingerbreadmonsters]

friendly warning: weird fucked up demons incoming at some point

no like seriously, they're pretty fucked up

^series link