#a day late but ssh

[thatbitchmabel]

It’s not unexpected—for some reason, from Luke it was never going to be unexpected. His lips taste like oranges, and she recalls how he used to try and peel clementines in a ring without breaking the skin into bits.

From it always leads to you in my hometown by @willexmagic (must be logged into ao3 to read)

[todayisafridaynight]

still funny that arakawa wanted to leave an impression/impress ichi when they first met and then bro's surprised when the kid shows up for the next three months. ichi was like a little baby duck and brother arakawa just became a father of two

[beomnoullitheorem]

Prince!jjun hard thought, MDNI!

Warnings — breeding kink, Unprotected sex, dirty talking, cream pies, mentions of past creampies, name calling, punishment (?), Soft-Dominant!jjun, Submissive!reader, PIV SEX, SEX IN ANCIENT TIMES! DO NOT COME AT ME FOR THIS IS A FICTIONAL DRABBLE COMPLETELY HARMLESS!!

Word Count — 1.6k+

Too long, sorry. Drabbles never drabble for me (T^T)

Prince!jjun who has been watching since the whole day, so swamped that you didn't spare him a single glance for you know, you should atleast greet him but being the royal maid you are, who is one of the best maids and you're summoned by many. The very fact that Yeonjun never once taken a teeny tiny liking to. It boils his blood and the blood can only escape to his dick and once again, he's hard though he's angry. It is your duty to come to his room and everyday pleasure him. How is it that the time clicks midnight and yet, you're not in his chambers, so late.. did you forget that you have prince to take care of? Yeonjun can not come to stomach that his little maid has bailed him out this whole day and you can actually pass a day without his milking his cum? No that's not what your prince has preached you for, Yeonjun decides to search for you.

His quest for his little maid comes to end as he finds you in the balcony, on the brick-made railing in the balcony allowing you sit on it, which has made you wear the moonlight as a jewelry and you're taking in the cold, soothing breeze filled with the aromatic scents of the garden down the palace, the same breeze which blows your hair and unveils the little details of your pretty face and of course your modest white maid fit with a few pearl ornaments that Yeonjun has brought for you to wear, you are such a pretty forbidden woman for he couldn't make you his. Either way, you're still his, you should remember that and come to your prince.

"A beautiful view, Y/n."

You are so lost in adoring the moon and the gorgeous beauty outside castle, it is not until his nasal rasp that trespasses your ears that you have acknowledged his presence. Yeonjun does notice that. You immediately jump down the window since you couldnt descend your legs so short and you bow to him, "Y-Your highness, I apologize for my ignorance. How m-may I help in order to compensate for my negligence?" Your voice so small and meek, your state so flustered, how innocent could you act when you have ignored your prince?

"You wanna compensate, my maid?" Yeonjun's moving towards you as he leads you to the railing as your waist touches the cold brick. Your prince has now caged between his arms as they block your way out and your eyes can not endure his burning gaze, his face inching closers to yours and his broad chest touching your perky boobs. He is so close, you are drenching down there already. His hands trail up your arms that held the railing back, weakening your hold on it as his touch, though on your clothes has you tingling from your bones.

The hands that so caress your arms reach your the hem of your open neck and grab your dress and rip your gown, he exposes your boobs and the more his hand worked the more your clothes tattered as he leaves you all denuded in the balcony of the palace, where anyone could see his debauchery with you. "Y-Your highness, Anyone could see m-me, I can't be viewed l-like this-" "Ssh! You deserve to be punished, and no one will look at you so lecherously except me, understand?" He index backed up by his shush shuts you up and his other hands groping your breasts only made you drip pre-cum from your weeping cunt. You can't believe, this is the length you could go for your prince. Yeonjun can't believe, this is what you let him do to you.

That very epiphany only excites his furious cock. "Look at the moon," Yeonjun whispers as sweetly as ever and you obey, though the moon is what you've been watching for a while. Your turn your back on him and look at it as he directed, "Yes prince?" He pulls you back as your ass hits his clothed bump of erection and you're pushed onto the brick railing, as your boobs rest on it and your head is outside the balcony as you gaze at the garden down.

"You forgot to take your prince's cum today?" Yeonjun's threatening words transmit into your ears for your head is completely pulled back by your hair fisted in his hold as his other hands knead your rosy, cushiony boobs that shine violet in the moonlight. "Tell me, slut." Yeonjun's hands are really caring as they pleasure your breasts, but his words are so mean, you know you did the wrong and you shall take the punishment for not taking his cum as you do, everyday. "I-I didn't m-meant to for-get, please I-I'm sorry my prince." Words are barely coming out of your throat as his hand on your neck caresses and chokes a little when you speak, Yeonjun chuckles at your answer. "What should you do now, my maid?"

"Take your cum and let you breed me." Yeonjun laughs proudly at your answer and it isn't long before he stuffs his huge cock in you and yelp in pain. Your gentle prince who always made it pleasurable for you as he fingered your pussy, today he didn't, for his fat cock that always spilled loads in you >///< his pace is already perfectly fucking set in a punishing way, every thrust of his, which always kissed your cervix didn't kiss this time, it hit so hard, and you are already weeping after a few moments he started thrusting, his hands grip your waist in order to pound into you for you losing your composure at each thrust wrecking all the senses in you, his royal embroidered suit touching your back as he leans in on you, "Is it hurting, my whore?" His questions in between fucking you always make you wanna snap at him, cause he knows once you try to speak, you're wailing in pleasure cause that's how you're so delicate for his touch and cock, his charisma even in such lecherous moments actually affecting you, just as he froths the hearts of the women in kingdom. "Y-Yes." It barley comes out of your mouth and his thrusts fasten. "It should hurt, you know you shan't ever forget to pleasure me, Y/n."

You couldn't tell what he is doing, if he is punishing or pleasuring cause that's not how you are, to find pleasure in punishments but his cock could compel you to be a cumslut and your pussy could make him forget every troubling emotion, you know that through your bones as it doesn't take long for you to spasm around his cock and Apologize for not taking his cum today when you know, that's what helps you function, the royal semen of his which always filled your walls with ivory white. "I-I am sorry, please fill me up, my prince," you yelp out a full sentence which could call for so much attention, but is his cock not making witness electric bolts as it still rails in your in oversensitive pussy which just has come undone, you couldn't care less about anything.

"What was that, slut?" Yeonjun can't speak without moaning such a mean sentence so sweetly, either way as if you're designed for this prince so dirty, you get his intention and moan along, "Please, want your cum, my prince." Yeonjun's pace doesn't falter, if anything, his hips only hit harder. "Beg for it, darling?" Oh this is it. His saccharine tone of manipulation that he uses on you, the same thing he sweet-talked you into this secret relationship so forbidden with you, yet you know you pined after him, so you commit such an exciting debauchery. Afterall, he flutters your heart. Who's heart doesn't flutter for him, for such a gorgeous prince with a heart of gold and a mind so dirty? What prince would punish you with so much care and treat you so good? He is the prince, who soared you to the skies of pleasure for he instead desired for your spread legs, doting on your lasciviously enticing cunt which he so fucks good everyday. "Please, my prince?" Your sobbing voice with a sweet plea does a lot to him, it boosts his pride that you can not work well without him fucking you everyday, it only flutters his cock that you need him. It isn't long until he pulls you in a wet, dirty and breathless kiss, as he thrusts his one last thrust for he achieves another of your orgasm, for you know that's the one thrust which is gonna fill you up as you smile into kiss letting him enter his tongue and absorb all your moans in and you cum again, with your prince cumming in you; a thick, huge load of semen rains in your cunt which groped him and he breaks the kiss as he pulls out. His hands still not deserting your weak body with no almost no strength as he cocks your face at him using his hands. And he plants a soft chaste kiss on your forehead.

"That's my maid, you should always pleasure your prince. And I dismissed all the guards, servants and everyone. So don't worry, its only I, who could get to absorb the godly beauty of yours, darling."

That's when you know, you're down bad for your prince. >//< He always tends to you like you're his only, the fact doing so many things to your heart that so flutters for him.

A drabble never drabbles for me.

[seireiteihellbutterfly]

omg i love ur page. can u do clueless virgin reader stops in the middle of sex w/ nanami bc she thinks she has to pee? (when its actually her orgasm)

(actual writing under the divider)

Aww thank you!. ^_^

So I had actually worked on something that sort of fit this request but for another character, different fandom. Anyway, long story short, I hated that character for this scenario and ended up deleting it. So after some changes and rewriting, lo and behold! Perfect for Nanami!

Nanami masterlist

“That’s it…relax…you’ll definitely enjoy this…”

His words are whispered in your ear, his voice low and husky. It’s been a while since you started dating Nanami but you didn’t expect him to have this kind of enthusiasm when you finally admitted you were a virgin. It’s not like you didn’t have chances, but you were just a late bloomer on this front. 

There was a lot of nervousness when you first started dating him. At 21, you felt so young and unsure, being with a man of his age and obvious experience. There were some days you couldn’t believe he was dating you but he was so charming, sweet, and respectful of your boundaries. Your inexperience with sex didn’t seem to bother him, and he never teased you or made you feel pressured to do anything with him. 

And he plainly stated he wasn’t actually having sex with you until you figured out what you enjoyed. So right now, he was on a personal mission to explore your body and give you a safe space to explore your sexuality.

Because you kept closing your knees whenever his hands started wandering a little too high, you’re now sitting between his legs, back against his chest, knees over his, your feet planted on the outer sides of his thighs. This way he could keep your legs open with his when he felt you trying to close off. 

His fingers have found your clit, and he’s gently rubbing it in circles with his middle finger, slick from your arousal dripping from your entrance. 

“How does this feel darling?” 

All you can do is whimper at the sensation that’s building inside you. He chuckles, resting his head on top of yours.

“A fine response. But I need actual words. Now, tell me. Do you like this better-“

He gently increases the pressure of the circles he’s making.

“Or this?”

His thumb and middle fingers come together to gently pinch the hardened bud, rolling it in between, and your whimper becomes a strangled shriek as you try to close your legs, held firmly apart by his thighs. 

“Too much,” you whimper. “Too hard. Too sensitive.”

“Ssh. It’s ok. Thank you for telling me.” His entire hand lays flat on your slit, calming your nerves, using all his fingers to resume the gentle circle strokes again.

“Better?”

“Y-yeah…so much…” Those little circles are making you crazy, but it’s the way he’s doing it. So much patience, no rush to get to the main event, just focusing on your comfort. 

“Hm…let’s see how you’re doing inside…”

His thumb takes over the circling motions as his middle finger slips down and gently flirts with the wetness at your core. You’re wholly unprepared as the tip of his finger gently pushes in, making you take in a sharp breath. He pauses, and gently speaks in your ear.

“Relax. Take a breath. It’ll make it easier for what I have planned. I promise it won’t hurt.”

You take in a deep breath and let it out, surprised when you feel the muscles down there release naturally, aided by the stimulation on your clit. His finger pushes in further, curling as it enters, and you marvel at the feeling of it stretching you out. His fingers were so long and thick, and you moan softly at the pressure. A dexterous fingertip makes come hither motions on your inner wall and find that little patch inside you that makes your walls squeeze on his finger with pleasure. He continues to angle his finger that way until your moans fill the room.

“That’s it lovely…keep going…we’ll get you there…” he plants kisses on your neck and shoulder, his free hand coming up to cup your breast, twisting your hardened nipple. All the stimulation causes your hips to buck, mewling at the feeling. You’re helpless to stop it, when you try to struggle, Nanami parts his legs farther, taking yours with him. The exposure and vulnerability adds to your arousal. Your core is dripping, the slickness coating his finger and dripping down to his wrist. 

“Do you think you can take another one?” His hot breath is on your ear. He can’t believe how sexy you look like this, falling apart in his hands, mouth open and making such lewd noises of pleasure. With the remaining brain cells you have you nod, your dripping core begging for a little more. 

Nanami is gentle with his finger as he inserts another one, amazed at how smoothly it goes in, your hole leaking slick as he does so. He feels his cock harden in his pants, straining against the fabric, and he grits his teeth. Someday he tells himself. Not before you’re done learning about your body.

As he continues, your belly fills with heat, energy gathering tightly in your thighs and core. Despite how good his movements feel, you suddenly sense pressure in your abdomen. Your brain jerks you away from the pleasure of his fingers, making you panic slightly.

“Nanami.” You urgently tap his knee to catch his attention. Hearing the tone in your voice, he stops. 

“Everything ok?” His voice is deep, laced with concern. You feel your face burn with embarrassment.

“I…I think I need to pee.” You say in a small voice. God, why couldn’t the floor open up and swallow you whole? 

He hasn’t removed his fingers and chuckles softly. “No you don’t.”

You can’t believe the confidence that he said that with. It was so out of character for him to not listen to you. “No, trust me I do. I feel the pressure in my belly.”

There’s a pause before he softly asks, “Have you ever touched yourself before?”

Oh God why! Blood rushes to your face as you try to not stutter. The honest answer was no, you hadn’t, for various reasons. “No.” you mumble the word, thankful he can’t see your face. “Does it matter?”

“Ah. I see.” He resumes his ministrations on you. Your whole body was unprepared for him to start up again so suddenly and your body almost arches off the mattress. 

“But Nanami…”

“Trust me…and my experience here y/n…” he says to you gently. Need takes over as he picks up his movements, driving the intrusive thought out of your head. He said to trust him…What did he know that you didn’t? 

As your abdominal muscles clench, winding down tightly like a spring, that feeling of pressure coming back but instead you take a deep breath and then…

Your pleasure peaks and your fist the bedsheets, toes curling into the mattress as spasm after spasm rocks you, sobbing his name. His fingers don’t stop, gently pushing you through your orgasm, making sure you feel every last dreg of pleasure before the high starts to fade. 

“Oohh…” You sigh out breathily, in realization. 

Nanami chuckles with satisfaction near your head. 

“Welcome to your first orgasm my dear.”

dividers by @/cafekitsune

[etherealinowrites]

OMG OMG I just had the BEST floating thought of having Minho as your professor who’s just so obsessed with you and making you cry he grades you badly and asks difficult questions and humiliated you just to see you cry with your pretty eyes and aajksksksksk then he obviously fucks you to help you get your grades up.

(I’m sorry ai cant be saved)

okay first of all, i cant be saved too bby, don’t worry

also, let me worship your brain🛐 because this ask had me stepping out of class just to answer it.

welp, here it is-

professor minho who’s so so obsessed with seeing you in his class, he cancels it when you don’t come. if he can’t see your wide innocent eyes starting back at him from the audience, what was even the point of having the lecture? he’d rather stay in his office and jerk off to your pictures.

professor minho who calls on you when he knows you aren’t paying attention just so he can humiliate you and see your pretty cheeks turn red, bottom lip jutting out in a pout. oh how he wished he could take it between his teeth and suck on it.

professor minho who reprimands you for coming late, because don’t you feel the urge to come to his class and see him every chance you get? like he rushes to the class to see you for as long as he can. and makes you write the bullet points for the lecture on the board just so he could stare at your ass while you did that. one day he’ll fuck you against that same black board.

professor minho who tears up your assignment, claiming it was useless where it was actually one of the best he’d read in ages, just to see your eyes tear up, cheeks turn red and lips quiver, jutting out in whimpers and a pout that has his cock twitching in his dress pants. he make you sit on front desk after class, watching you crying and shivering as you try to explain yourself with red eyes, all while he’s been jerking himself under the desk.

professor minho who sighs, pretending to understand as he comes upto you, placing a hand on your shoulder. oh how great did you smell? “it’s okay dear, i get it…why don’t you be a good girl and come with me so we can come up with an alternative?” he would say sweetly, wiping your tears that he will cause again. and you, like the naive person, would follow him.

“isn’t this a better way to get grades? you should just do this till you graduate baby” he would whisper as he would sit you in his lap. shutting down all your protests as his hands slip under your skirt, making you bite your lip and spread your legs for him because as twisted as this might be, you wanted him to do this. you wanted to do this with your hot professor you couldn’t stop thinking about. “ssh, it’s okay kitten, you’ll do better in the next assignment.” he would groan, pushing his cock past your folds as you held the desk for support while he fucked you from behind.

“you look so pretty crying over my cock baby” he would coo.

[suguru-getos]

୨・┈﹕✦﹕ Kinktober Day 3﹕✦﹕┈・୧

-> Cyno x F!Reader: Somnophilia

-> Event Masterlist

there were often times the general mahamatra had to come home late to his beloved. sumeru’s mercenary troupe was plotting something down. as someone who was honored enough to work with the dendro archon, you expected cyno to come home to you late. there were times you’d wait for him, but there were times your own exhaustion would cripple you into slumber. today was one of those days—

cyno entered the house via opening the door with the spare key. he would rather not wake his wife up over something so ignorable. it was late after all. the helmet came out and so did his robes. cyno entered the shared bedroom shortly after. fucking hell- you looked so delectable and so untainted. so pretty like this, curled up under the covers beautifully.

you had consented when cyno brought somnophilia up, it was one of his kinks but with the way your eyes lit up at the proposal— cyno knew you’d love it.

“what do we have here.” he mumbled, taking the covers off gently. you were sound asleep by now, pupils not budging. it was then he took off your bottoms, kissing your clit softly, no more beating around the bush. you felt so naive like this that cyno was losing his mind.

gingerly, his tongue encircled your nub, suckling onto it soffly. your brows were furrowed now, while you still slept, reflexively spreading your legs for him. “aw, you want more darling?” cyno smiles, leaning away and taking his pre-stained, strained and veinny member out. “guess i want you too, so bad.”

with careful movements of spreading your pussy lips. cyno inserted himself inside you, ever so careful of not distressing your sleep. and ever so thankful of your wetness which was inviting. “fuck- so- tight baby.” he gasped out, finding his cock balls deep inside as you whimpered out loud, almost waking up.

“sssh ssh ssh~ go back to sleep lovely.” he cooed, gently thrusting inside you. although, he would make you cum and that might wake his wife up. but what better way to wake up than this? ^_^

[izanazqueen]

-cw: oral, making out, handjobs, cursing, suggestive themes, intercorse

2:57 am-

he was a man of power. a man of influence. someone who you knew you shouldn't be messing around with. izana kurokawa. the name alone left tingles down your spine and not the kind you would expect. they called him the king- which you thought 'how cocky'- in your mind as he came walking through your door way when you noticed the half drawn look across his eyes. " everything alright, darling? " you asked him wide-eyed with your hands already across his shoulders massaging him when you heard him start to groan into your neck. " yea- everything alright.. uhh- can't take. no. more. " he said as he always did while he began undressing you. complaining about toman to his girl was just what izana needed most days for sometimes hours on end. but today was not one of those days.

his hands were rough from tough jobs over the years of climbing his way to top executive of the toman foundation. pulling on your ass and quickly finding his desperate fingers between your panties, izana kissed into you without a second thought. he was rarely home until very late in the evenings and could not help but feel a flutter in his chest whenever he noticed the lights from your main room still glowing from the street pulling up to the small condo that you rent. the instant his tongue made its way inside of you- it felt like honey was dripping inside your mouth. he was so damn sweet- there wasn't much more you could take. grabbing him by the collar you pushed him off of you- thoughtfully as you helped him by guiding his weary body to the living room loveseat, where you placed your body on his resting your thick hips on top of his gaining his full attention and his little ones as well. "mm.. babe-' " ssh-' you put your finger over his lips for him to better understand. in the heat of the moment seeing him donned in black luxury in his work suit from head to toe, your body ran hot with need and his body was what you desire more than anything else. his pretty eyes danced when they saw how horrible your face was begging, pleading for him to be inside of you already. " hm, such a needy- girl i have. gotta give her what she expects or else.."

" or else what, zana?" that was it. challenge accepted- izana grabbed your head and gently by the back of the neck he flipped you over onto the sofa to see your innocent reaction to his startlement. " now what was that for!?' lips pouting- you looked at him for an answer and instead were met with his charming smile. " you're mine baby- gotta remind you of that now, do i? ' he said as he twisted his length of his fingertips deep into your aching mess. " ah- mm..!' you could barely breathe let alone mumble beneath what he was doing. " i can't hear you my love-' hearing his husky sultry voice had you crying out in agony. " ah- zanaa!' fuck don't stop! " but as soon as you replied he took out his fingers. leaving your mind a wreck and shivering from the small stimulating foreplay he was giving you knew that you had to have him-

you watched as he unbuckled his pants and removed his belt flawlessly- so much so you'd think he practiced it. his cock bounced out from his boxers instantly from the weight of how heavy he was- watching while his girth anxiously waiting to please your dripping pussy drenched in your own juices running out of patience but awaiting him ever so timidly. his hands stroking himself left you mesmerized and he had to snap at your attention twice to get you to look at his direction when he tried calling your name to shift up a bit. " you can be cute, sometimes y/n .' "oh, sometimes?' you said towards him amused knowing full well it was more than that. "yea.' he had said, leaning into your face hovering over you with his arms around your head and his warm breathe trickling down, tracing all over your cheeks. " but right now you're not cute. -you're sexy af.'

reaching his one hand finding itself deciding needily to toy at your breast and the other hand in between your lips beneath your skirt- the only remaining clothing he allowed you to wear on your skin. the under garments you adorned were the last thing to go as he watched as your flawless skin with its pearly luster underneath him shining with so much beauty he thought surely he would be exposed- that you notice the extra excitement he had in his smile with how you had him feeling this evening. getting lost at sea from his love, as usual- started to take over until you found your way back to the surface. " baby, please.' you gave him your most pathetic glance and he couldn't help but chuckle at your adorable little face. " of course- my darling. ill give it to you right away.' -

pressing his heat inside of you his body tensed when he felt how tight you swallowed his cock desperately, in turn. " hold up- babe. gotta help you a bit-' diving beneath your legs his tongue dragging lazily across your clit causing you to erupt in sheer pleasure, all you do was could weakly moan when he tried his best to release some of your tension near your wet walls with his mouth. jerking his soft tongue in and out of your folds he had you reeling- unable to take anymore of his ecstasy as you brought his face to meet yours in a kiss drunken off of your own juices.

his cock throbbing at this point found its way back in you, this time a lot more careful to get in with ease. he saw as relief came over your expression when he went and hit your cervix without trying. " good girl- alwys such my good girl for me-' he said almost to himself chanting from how good he had been delivered. "want you to take it all, sweetheart.' he breathed lightly as he spoke quitely while pounding himself into you- endlessly and you loved every second of it. " yes- zana.. ah! please!' " tell me what you want, baby.' he quipped with a smirk that could catch flies. "wan- cum bab- want all of you.. uh- ah!' you cried as he majestically made your insides sing with joy. for what it was worth- izana was your beloved. more than anyone could say or scare you into even thinking. he had his way with you - one that no one else did. this man was the embodiment of your existence and you'd be more than happily do whatever it was he asked of you. no matter- what the request.

as he neared toward his on-going climax, he noticed your fucked out face staring up at him so intimately and precious that he had to hide himself pulling you in close, with his face inside your neck to cover the way the his cheeks grew crimson in anticipation of your release. izana loved to see you cum more than anything- it was a treasure of his that only he knew of. he wanted to make sure he was staring into your eyes the moment of impact when then- he lost it. staring at you normally was enough to get his boner on- full well but having you looking at him as an irl ahegao made his dick empty itself inside your pussy.

" zana- yes!' mmh- ' you whined. " ohmg-d' tears streaming down your face words barely audible as you were entranced by his lavender gaze as he poured the remnants of himself in you. " take it all baby- every drop for you.' squirming in pleasure you found his hand and grabbed it firmly between your legs, riding out your orgasm. his vision met yours as you both fixated yourselves on eachother. turning slightly, you went to grab onto the mattress when you felt his hand on your back tracing small circles on your skin with his thumb.

" -who said i was done w you, love?' you stared at your man. knowing this was going to be a long night. -🌙

@izanazqueen © -all rights reserved

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[demiesworld]

riding karaku's thigh (nsfw / 18+)

pairing: karaku x human!reader

synopsis: no plot just the usual filth

content: thigh riding, praising, dirty talking, nipple play, groping, talk of taking away virginity, corruption kink (implied) idk what else to add

notes: reader is afab and uses she/her pronouns. karaku calls reader "kiddo" but it is a term of endearment and she is of legal age.

part two here!

You were surprised that you weren't killed or eaten, yet when you met the 4 emotional counterparts of Hantengu. Especially when it came to the carefree demon named Karaku. He used to taunt you by saying he was going to eat you for dinner once they've gotten tired of you. You've been living with them for several months now and there's been no sign of either of them wanting to consume you. So you could assume you were safe.

You're pretty much viewed as their ward. Sekido would have you listen to him gripe about how infuriating his other counterparts were during missions. Urogi liked to take you on flights with him and eat other humans (of course he doesn't let you watch him, but you could hear it). Aizetsu enjoyed cuddling with you in a bed with his face hidden in your neck while he wept about being yelled at by Sekido.

And then there's Karaku. He was different from the rest. Karaku liked to have you sitting on his lap. He didn't tell you why because you never bothered to ask him. He just told you one day to sit in his lap and you did without argument. Not that you didn't like it, but you found it strange that he would pull you on his lap when he was around his other counterparts.

Aizetsu would glance over at the two of you shyly. Sekido would scowl and surprisingly not say anything to Karaku at all. Meanwhile Urogi would have this wide grin on his face and like the others he wouldn't point it out as well.

You grew to be numb to Karaku pulling you on his lap. There were times where he didn't have to initiate it. You did. You went to him crying one night because you soiled a kimono that Sekido bought you with ink. You knew that Sekido would be very upset with you about it, so the only person you could turn to was Karaku. He let you climb into his lap and sit down on it, stuttering over your words as you tell him what happened. His muscled strong arms holding you against his chest and his chin rested on your shoulder.

"Ssh, ssh, it's okay kiddo. Sekido might be an asshole and all but it's not like he's going to kill you just for spilling ink on your kimono." Karaku comforted you with gentle pets to your head.

Your shoulders jolt as you hiccup and let out a pitiful sniffle. Your voice was trembling when you ask, "D-Do you think so?"

Karaku's face fell into a frown when you asked him that. "I'm one of his counterparts, so of course I am right." When you sat there and blinked slowly at him he sighs, "Listen, the most Sekido might do will probably be complaining and warning you to be careful about it. Then he may or may not buy you the same kimono." He explains to you.

The explanation brought a relief off your shoulders and you kindly smile once you felt relaxed. You knew how unpredictable Sekido could be with anger being his only emotion. Though you needed that reassurance. You were happy that Karaku could provide you with that.

"I feel better now, thank you Karaku."

The demon just snorted and turned his face away from you. "Don't thank me, kiddo, just pray in whatever God there is that Sekido will be in a tolerable mood tomorrow."

You firmly nod your head, "I will do just that."

Karaku hums and there's a comfortable silence between you two as you sit on his lap. The demon looks at you from the corner of his eye and then says, "Don't you have to take a bath or something? I know you like to be clean before you go to sleep."

You perk up when he says that, "Oh yes! It is getting late and I did come over unannounced." You stand up from his lap. As much as you didn't want to leave from his lap, you didn't vocalize your feelings. You did a good job at hiding your inner thoughts.

Your foot steps lightly pad along the floor towards the sliding door and you delicately touch the frame. Just as you were about to slide the door open you pause. Thoughts were running through your head as you poised there with pursed lips.

Karaku notices your hesitation at the entryway. He starts to speak about it, but your silvery voice asked in a haste. "Would you walk with me to the bathhouse?" His eyes widen for a fraction of a second before narrowing at you and tilting his head to the side. Your back was to him so you didn't see his befuddled expression until you looked over your shoulder at him. You smile tenderly at the demon and you went to explain, "It's just that... there's demons around this part of the forest and if a demon sees me walking alone they will probably end up eating me." You then add, "Maybe if they see me with a stronger demon beside me they won't bother to attack me." Your eyes drift to the side hoping that Karaku bought your story.

The tanned skin demon sat there deliberating your explanation, and he didn't say a word or moved. Suddenly he grinned widely exposing his sharp fangs. If he accompanies you on your journey to the bathhouse no other demon would dare to challenge an upper moon like him. Karaku arrogantly stood to his feet stretching his muscular arms above his head and scuffed his towering figure to you.

He chuckles at the hopeful expression you made. "Don't worry kiddo, I won't let anything happen to you. Now go grab your things, and I will meet you at the entrance." He opens the door for you and places a hand on your lower back to move you forward.

You turn to Karaku as he slides the door closed to his chambers and emphasized worriedly, "Shouldn't we inform the others that we are leaving for the bathhouse?"

He quickly tells you, "No." and leads you in the direction of your respective chambers. "Go gather your things, kiddo."

After you've got together your belongings, you meet with Karaku at the entrance and walk with him to the bathhouse. The demon strides behind you holding his uchiwa perched on his shoulder. You walk ahead of him holding your items inside of a wicker basket. The walk to the bathhouse did not take long and you two didn't encounter a demon on your way.

The bathhouse you used was thankfully deserted due to the demons that surrounded the forest. No humans would use it in the dead of night for fear of being attacked. At least not without adequate protection. You enter the bathhouse, strolling to the steaming pool encircled by stones and a open window behind it. You place your wicker basket on the stool gently.

Karaku sniffed the air for any scent of another demon and he didn't sense any. He stood near the exit of the bathhouse waiting for you to settle before he announced, "I don't smell any other demon around here. So I'm going to be standing outside, waiting, while you finish up in here." He turned his back to you, grabbing the side of the door to open it.

"Karaku, wait!" You accidentally said it as a shout, causing him to jolt at the sound. Even you were surprised when you did that and you covered your mouth with your hands. You stared at Karaku's broad back and meekly ask, "Would you like to bathe with me?"

Karaku twist half his body to face you with a bewildered expression. His thick eyebrows were raised, green eyes widened, and mouth ajar by your question. He processed what you said before he piped, "What?"

You wave your hands defensively, and exclaim, "Wait, wait, just listen to what I have to say first!" You clutch onto the edge of your kimono's collar with a fist and nervously revealed, "I... I'm sorry. It's just I like spending time with you Karaku and I don't want to be alone in here without you."

If the demon had a heartbeat it would have been pounding against his chest. Instead there was a dull ache at the center and it made him feel uncomfortable. It was an unfamiliar feeling that he hadn't felt before. Not before you.

While he didn't know how to welcome this foreign feeling, he knew that he wanted to discover it with you. So the demon did what would probably be taboo in demon culture. He accepted your confession for his affection. "I will stay in here with you." He affirmed.

You softly ask in admiration, "You will?"

His deep-voiced whispered to you in a vow, "Yes." He tosses his uchiwa onto the ground; his green eyes didn't leave from yours. Karaku walked towards you and gently touched your face with his large hand. His thumb affectionately caresses your cheekbone and you lean towards his touch. Even though it was cold in comparison to your warm skin just the physical contact of it made you glow. Karaku's nose nuzzles on the top of your head, breathing in your gentle scent. His eyes flutter shut when his lips kisses your forehead.

Karaku guides you in the direction of a folded privacy screen and then leads you behind it. "Why don't you take off your clothes and I will be waiting for you in the bath pool?"

Without thinking of what he said you eagerly yelped, "Yes!" Letting him leave you discard your clothing behind the screen. Karaku removed his hakama and his sash prior to stepping into the steaming hot water in the bath. He sat on a stone seat that was conveniently facing the privacy screen you were behind. He stretches his long strong arms and rests them on the edge of the pool.

You were about to walk out from the privacy screen when you remembered you were completely nude and you hid behind it. You squeal, "Wait, Karaku close your eyes please! I'm naked!"

"So am I." He boasted with an arrogant smirk.

"Karaku, please! Let me have some dignity!" You whine and get on your hands and knees in a praying position behind the screen.

The demon shakes his head, "No way kiddo, besides it's just you and me. We're both going to be taking a bath in the same pool and this was your idea remember?" You could hear the amusement in his voice when he teased you.

You kneel behind the privacy screen silently for a moment. You then got up to your feet and let out a defeated sigh. Your arms stretch across your chest to hide your nipples, and your other hand covers your womanhood. You still felt exposed despite covering yourself up. Karaku splashes his hand into the water and creates small waves while you timidly step out from behind. Still hiding your most intimate areas from the demon, you step into the pool, eyes avoiding his pointed stare. Karaku watches you lower your body into the water and sit just three arms length away from him.

"No way kiddo, you know that's not how I like it." He says.

You whine again, "Come on Karaku! Just this one time, because we're both naked!"

"My lap is the only seat you can sit on. Now get over here, don't make me repeat myself." He chided, waving his hand for you to come to him.

You don't argue with the demon. You wade through the water to get closer to Karaku and once you're within arms reach he grabs your wrist and pulls you onto his lap. The sudden action surprised you, and you clumsily fall right onto him. Your breasts were pressed against his chest and core sat right on his thigh. You squeal, and try to adjust your position by pushing him away but Karaku had you in a firm and unmoving grip.

"Hey, quit it." He told you seemingly annoyed by your resistance. The demon added slight pressure to your wrist. You stop moving to look at him with your heart pounding. "Sit down."

You take a seat on his thick, muscular thigh placing your hands on his shoulders to keep you balanced. This was a new position to you. When you did sit on Karaku's lap you'd usually sit appropriately with your bottom seated on his thigh. Never with your legs sandwiching his thigh between them. Your folds caressing on the skin of his groin. You shift slightly only to let out a sudden moan when your clit rubs against his thigh. Your hands fly up to your mouth, muffling the sound, and look at Karaku with wide eyes.

"I'm, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that." You hastily apologized, and the demon just smirked at your innocence.

Karaku teased, "I think you meant to do that kiddo," You go to object, but he adds on, "Was this a part of your plan to get me alone with you so you could exploit your immodest fantasies and bring them to existence?"

You shake your head vehemently denying his accusations. "No, no, no that's not what I brought you here for! I brought you here to spend alone time with you not to do... that!" Your cheeks warm up as you couldn't believe Karaku could assume you had perverted thoughts.

His hands grasp onto your hips steadying you on his thigh. Thick, long fingers were squeezing the flesh of your ass. Karaku's lips glides up the valley between your breasts and up to behind your ear. He places a gentle kiss there. The tenderness of a demon that you should normally fear bestowing upon you was intense. Especially since you were alone with him in a bathhouse just minutes away from their hideout. No other being would be able to hear your cries. Karaku lets his lips kiss you on your forehead, then your nose, and then kisses both cheeks. His face is so close to yours, you know for a fact that he could smell your fear and hear your racing heart.

"You're so tense kiddo, why is that?"

You replied, "Because you're behaving so affectionately to me and it's making me... feel scared."

One of his hands move away from your ass to cup your cheek in its hold. In his husky voice he whispered, "You shouldn't feel scared not when you're with me. You know that I wouldn't do anything to hurt you."

"Yes I know that, but still Karaku-" your sentence gets interrupted when the demon lunges forward and passionately kisses your lips.

The kiss you share with Karaku is nothing sort of heart-fluttering, intoxicating and genuinely sensual. He seemed to move his lips with grace and tenderness as if he knew this was your first kiss. Which admittedly it was. Your first kiss in the eyes of humanity should have been with a human. However, your sentiments for Karaku was immense and stronger than feeling guilt for being associated with a demon like him. You reciprocate the kiss the best you could by following the demon's lead. As his lips sucked on your bottom lip your tongue swiped along the outline of his own. He seemed to like that because he moved his arms to embrace you closer to his bare chest and deepen the kiss. Now his velvety tongue was exploring inside of your mouth. He was mindful of his sharp fangs and careful not to scratch your delicate skin with them. The kiss appeared to be turning into something sweltering and intense when your tongues first touched and you could taste Karaku.

He could taste you too, you tasted delicious and addictive. He sniffed out your trembling fear turning into mind-numbing pleasure. Your body relaxing while remaining caged in his arms. The demon sucks on your tongue, obnoxiously making loud slurping sounds before releasing it followed by a short grunt. His emerald green eyes watch in amusement as you pant. He almost forgot that you were a human and breathing in your case was a crucial aspect. Nonetheless, Karaku wordlessly creates a path with his lips. Starting from your mouth to the expanse of your neck and lastly ending at the valley of your breasts once more.

You gasp when you see the demon you adored face voluntarily trapped in between your breasts. Karaku's hands hold both breasts in one palm, the left hand using its fingers to stroke over your hardening nipples. He asks you, "Will you give me the honor of pleasuring you Y/N?"

A shudder runs through your body at the question. Yet you timidly nod your head and that was enough of an approval for Karaku. His mouth opens and he licks at your nipple whilst pinching and rubbing the other. Your back arches forward and your hand cards fingers through his wavy black tresses. You let out a moan when he sucks on your nipple and swirls his tongue around it. The feeling just felt so good.

You jolt when teeth are nibbling at your nub then a tongue is flicking at it. Karaku pulls his mouth away with a lewd "pop" and moves his lips to your other neglected breast. He lends it the same treatment he did as the previous one. Velvet tongue swirling around your areola, lips suctioning your nipple, and teeth just lightly gnawing on your teat. You were sitting there on his thigh, a little unsure on what you're supposed to do. You had no experience with intimacy with a man let alone a demon. You didn't know what to do to make Karaku feel as aroused as you did.

Karaku observed your uncertainty and stops sucking on your breasts to speak. He squeezes them in the palms of his hands, successfully grabbing your attention despite you looking disoriented. "Y/N," he calls out your name. "Do you remember that feeling you felt when you rubbed against my thigh?" You sat there blank for a moment until you did have a flashback of when you accidentally moaned and you nodded your head to him. Satisfied with your answer, he continued, "I want for you to do that again. Rub yourself on my thigh, lovely."

You listen and do as you're told. You repeat the movement you did earlier, rubbing your clit on Karaku's thigh in the warm pool. You were caressing your folds up and down on him. At the same time small moans were spewing past your lips. The arousal you had been feeling intensified from doing this.

"That's right lovely, make yourself feel good okay? You're doing such a good job right now. You look so pretty, my lovely little human." He praises you and compliments you in an earnest conviction. The words he said encouraged you to grind faster, but then you suddenly slow down and return back to steady strokes. Karaku reassured, "If you want to go faster, it's okay to do that kiddo." He lowers his mouth to your nipple and mouths against it. His warm breath tickling your nipple as he utters, "Go at your own pace, hmm..." He suckles on your teat for a second then plucks it out of his mouth. "I won't be mad."

"Hnng," you make a suppressed sound. You press down firmly on his thigh and practically rut your folds along his thigh. The friction you're receiving from it is making your body feel prickly all over. "Karaku, o-oh!"

He mutters into your breast, his eyes fascinated by you, "Look at you being such a good, lovely little human. Doesn't that feel good, pleasurable, Y/N?" He lets go of your breast to hold your chin to make you look down at him. He repeats his question, "Doesn't that feel pleasurable?"

"Y-Yes, yes it does Karaku." You cease your rutting to try out bouncing on his thigh and this proved to be another gratifying method too. You closed your eyes as you bounced on his thigh, in the back of your mind you were wishing it could have been something else. You were beginning to be confident in your own skin now. You gasp when his lips were sucking harshly on your nipple and his right hand was gripping on your ass cheek. You cry out, "Karaku~ It feels too good!"

The demon releases your nipple to respond, "I bet it does kiddo." He then inhales sharply through his nose before emitting a groan. "I can smell you're getting excited from this. My lovely little human isn't so innocent anymore, isn't she? You're going to be a corrupted little thing by the day I get to have you."

You make a puzzled sound, "Huh?" your pussy throbs once you start contemplating what he meant by that. Though you did not stop moving, you did ask him, "W-What do you m-mean Karaku?"

He smirks at you then goes to explain, "What we have between us will not stop here and just be a one-time thing my lovely human. I'm hoping to be the one and only to take away your virginity and show you what true bliss feels like." He brings his mouth to your ear, his deep voice whispering into it, "I'm only holding myself back from penetrating you because I know you are a virgin and a ripe one at that Y/N." He sniffs the air around you then groans, "Fuck. I'm not just going to stop at taking away your virginity either, I'm going to take away your innocence, and together you and I will explore our deepest, darkest desires. Your experience with me will be like with no other human or demon. Even if you leave me, I will be sure to bestow such a great impact on your sex life, that future partners will never be able to bring you to a climax." You let out a whine, frantically rubbing your clit on his thigh and hearing him growling, punctuating each word, "Not, like, I, will." Karaku looks at you in your eyes then asks, "Would you want that my little human?"

You eagerly nod your head to him, tears running down your cheeks and a hiccup coming from you. "I would want that Karaku! I don't want for no one else but you!" Your toes curled and your stomach tightened up when you start to feel a foreign sensation brew. You don't know what it is, but you know it feels like a balloon inside of you needs to pop. Your hands grab a hold of Karaku's face, boldly initiating an open-mouthed kiss, while you frantically rut your clit on his thigh. "Mm! Hm!"

"Agh, hm, fuck, kiddo. Tell me what you feel right now."

You stammer, "I-I feel like I'm going to- something's going to burst." You let out an abrupt gasp when your body tenses up and legs start to shake. "K-Karaku! Karaku!" You cry out his name, burying your face into his neck as you rut your hips against his thigh. Unknowingly just enduring your first orgasm.

He strokes his hand up and down your back, his mouth pressing kisses to your temple and praising you, "Good girl, good girl. You did so well, lovely." He hears you sniffling and clutch onto him tighter. Then the feeling of warm tears touching his shoulder has him cooing, "It's okay, it's alright my little human. I know it surprised you but did it feel good when it came out?" You hum in agreement and nod your head. "See that wasn't bad now was it?" You shake your head to which the demon just chuckles at you. "Ah~ Whatever shall I do with you kiddo?"

You move your face from the junction of where his neck and collarbone meet to look at the demon with teary, puffy eyes. Your voice is wobbly when you articulate the words, "C-Can I take a pr-proper bath now Karaku?"

Karaku agreed to letting you actually bathe this time. You used your soaps to clean off the dirt you accumulated during your day. You even got him to help you with scrubbing your hair and he allowed you to comb his hair after noticing there were tangles in it. By the time the two of you were finished, it was getting to be late at night and you both had to go back to the hideout. You walked with Karaku side-by-side to the hideout. As you two neared it you heard voices yelling at each other.

"What the hell do you mean you couldn't find their scent? You're part bird! How does that even make sense?!"

"The trail started from Karaku's room then it ended right before the bathhouse! It's not like Y/N could have just up and disappeared! She's been taken by another demon Sekido!"

"Sekido, Urogi, please calm down. Your fighting is making me sad."

"Shut the hell up Aizetsu! You're just as hopeless as Urogi!"

You and Karaku both shared a look while you stood in the clear pathway listening to the three of them bicker with each other. Not one of them sensed your presence as they were too consumed in their argument to bother.

Urogi dared him in a shout, "...If you think we're so hopeless then why don't you go out and find Y/N then?!"

Sekido retorts, "Someone has to stay here just in case she comes back you buffoon!"

Aizetsu raises a hand and quietly offers, "I could stay behind."

They both yell at him in unison, "No!"

notes: ngl this shit took me forever to fucking finish. but it is done! i just hope i made the smut as nasty as possible. feels like i focused more on the romance and angsty shit though.

© 2023 demiesworld

[heartsfourdazai]

Hallo :> This may be a strange request, so it’s okay if you don’t do it, or anything like that.

Could I request any bsd characters of your choosing, with an s/o who gets sleep paralysis demons? Have a good day <3

with a sleep paralysis reader

dazai, chuuya, atsushi

warnings: lowercase writing

a/n: tysm for the request and i apologise for it coming out to you so late!! hope you enjoy reading<3 , SORRY I RUSHED ATSUSHI'S PART , gender neutral reader!!

dazai osamu

undereyes

its the first thing he notices about your feature as you walked into work this morning.

he couldn't keep his eyes off of you, he had this suspicion that you've not been sleeping healthy.

and he wasn't the only one to notice your strange behavior.

throughout the day you've got little work done, falling tired and resting your head in your arms on the table-top of your desk.

naomi walked over to you, rubbing your shoulders gently to try and get your attention.

when you wouldn't respond she called over your partner, dazai, who slowly stood from his chair and waltzed toward you with his hands in his tan trenchcoat.

he took over for naomi, thanking her and calmly asking her to leave.

she nods polietly and exits the room, leaving you and dazai alone.

"what's on your mind, 'donna?" he whispered, careful to not startle you and scare you.

"it happened again..." you mummered into your sleeves of your dress shirt.

he nods slightly, "i see," is all he would say before wrapping his arms around you gently, holding you in the chair.

your head landed onto his chest, your eyes shut closed as you took in his scent.

at the end of the day you both went back to his apartment, that being more closer then your own.

upon reaching, dazai helped you inside. holding you in bridal style as he enters his apartment complex.

he sets you down gently on the bed, your eyes slightly closed due to your tiredness.

"would you prefer to take a shower before your nap?" he asks, talking out a pair of shorts that are his and a shirt you forgot you kept here last time you visited.

don't worry, he cleaned it for you so it doesn't smell like his apartment.

you shake your head in response, cuddling into the comforters of his bed, hearing him hum softly.

"very well..." he sets the new pair of clothes on the drawer beside his bed.

he gets into bed with you, covering your smaller body with his. not small, but smaller then him. he's pretty tall.

you turned your chest toward him, him and you eye to eye. he smiles, tugging away your bangs that covered your eyes behind your ear, "there we go."

he helped you fall asleep, rubbing his fingers at your temple, hummed softly into your ear, and rubbed your back in comfort.

you were safe that night. all thanks to your loving partner<3

chuuya nakahara

a loud gasp causes chuuya to stir awake in his sleep. both him and you were passed out after 11pm. so he was exhusted, however that gasp woke him up quite a bit.

"y/n-" he cuts himself off, seeing you hold your body close to yourself, hugging your arms and your nails almost digging into your skin.

you were breathing heavily, your body shivering and tears formed into your eyes.

"hey-heyhey!" he whispered, getting on his knees and pulled the covers off him and more onto you.

"babe.." he slowly reached out for you, not wanting to scare you.

however you gasped and slapped his hand eye, your blood shot eyes stared back into his soft, worried ones.

"what-what happened? are you okay- clearly not-uh." he felt your hands grab his biceps, in which he responds to looking into your eyes.

tears poured out of them as you stared at chuuya, "i-couldn't-move..they were-were-all over.." your breathing was fast and you stumbled on your words.

chuuya shushed you softly, his hand reached out to touch your hair. you leaned into his touch, sobbing softly as you cresed his hand.

"its over now, your safe..ssh..i'm here."

he thought to himself, first though coming into mind was 'sleep paralysis'

"has this happened before?"

you nod shortly after hearing his question, "oh, baby.." he kissed your head, causing you to sob harder.

as the night passed , chuuya held you close to his chest, just holding you. not talking.

not humming.

he just...waited to see if you'll fall asleep.

he keeps an eye on you while at work, always asking if your okay or if you want to do something fun with him! going on dates, going on walks, or anything you want to do!

he just wants you to be able to fall alseep without fear, and he'll do what he can to make that happen!

atsushi nakajima

poor boy.

please...please tell him whats going on?

he walked into work with an excited smile on his face, until he see's you on the floor of the agency.

panic. instant panic.

rushes over to you, with kunikida over you checking your pulse.

he reassures atsushi you just passed out, and that your fine..just insanely tired.

atsushi takes a breath of relief. however, why did you pass out? how tired were you?

you woke up in a small, cozy room in the agency. atsushi was by your side sitting on a single chair whilst you laid on the couch.

"atsushi..."

he raised his head up and smiled, "y/n! your awake!!" he rushed to you.

"are you okay? you passed out!! what happened!!"

you rubbed your eyes as you sat up in your seat.

"uhm..i.." you paused, biting your nails.

"have you been sleeping?" he asked you, and you shoke your head.

"why?"

you explained.

he felt his stomach drop.

"oh.. y/n.." he hugs you, holding you close.

he keeps an eye on you, making sure you get good nights sleep.

[soap-ify]

hi ruru! thank you for your kind words on my post today 🫶🏼 can i please get a little something about soap x reader who’s been working really hard lately (to the point where she can’t pull herself away from her laptop at the end of the day)? how would johnny boy help her relax/ take her mind off work?? could be fluffy or smutty 💛

CHERRY!! reader is just like me... i overworked myself so much yesterday and aa we should take more care of ourselves!

cw — fluff, praises !! he is so in love, fingering and lots of smooches.

johnny had experienced it all before too numerous times, being overworked to the point where one just loses themselves in their work.

he tried to catch your attention throughout the day, either by poking your sides or just sitting beside you on the couch, earning nothing but dismissive huffs from you while your fingers furiously typed on the keyboard, glazed eyes frantically reading the stuff on your screen while your brain constantly thought about all the other work you still had to finish.

“ye need to leave tha’ shite alone for a minute, hen.” his voice was quiet, laced with concern while his hands acted more firmly, snatching your laptop from you and saving the file, ignoring all your protests. he didn’t care if you’d be mad at him, the only thing he cared about at this moment was you and your health.

after making you drink a glass of water, considering you didn’t drink one at all throughout the day, he gently led you to the bedroom and eased you on the bed, your muscles starting to ache as soon as you collapsed on the bed, head feeling dizzy and too active.

“johnny…” a weary groan left your lips, watching him get on top of you, his callused hands gently cupping your face, pressing sweet little kisses on your temple, easing the tension beneath your brows. you hadn’t even realised how tired you were, and all this attention from him was making your heart heavy with emotion.

“ssh, i know…” he nuzzled his nose against yours, your eyes getting all droopy while your hands lazily tugged on his sleeves.

“ye work so much. nae takin’ care of yerself at all. hurts my poor heart.” he mumbled in a playful manner despite his words being very much true, his stubble tickling your skin as he peppered kisses on your cheeks before finally meeting your lips, kissing you in such a sickeningly gently manner that it made your heart ache in a good way, eyes fluttering shut as you relished the way he comforted you, strong hands rubbing your hips soothingly while he lightly nipped on your bottom lip, his blue eyes half-open, filled with undying affection.

“lemme help ye.” he cooed softly, his hand sliding down in between your bodies, caressing your stomach before going down to gently tug down your trousers and panties. you shuddered at the sudden contact of his skin against your skin, goosebumps forming quickly while your hands gently held onto the back of his neck, wanting him as close as possible.

“gonna make ye stop thinkin’ so much.” his hand slowly caressed the plush of your thighs, coaxing your legs apart.

his fingers made contact with your puffy folds, gently gathering some slick before beginning to rub up and down your slit, loving the way you were starting to get wetter, slowly moving over to focus on your clit that was basically begging for attention, your body aching for a release. his fingers begin drawing soft circles over your clit, causing a broken whimper to leave your lips, your hips bucking forward to somehow get a bit more pressure.

“so perfect and so smart… always doin’ great in everything ye do.” his face was so close to yours, lips repeatedly pressing soft kisses on your temple, whispering soft praises into your ears. “m’so proud of ye, y’know.”

his words made your insides warm up with love, blood rushing to your cheeks as you leaned your head forward slightly to nuzzle it against his neck, breathless noises leaving you while his fingers continued to give your clit the attention it deserved, rubbing and tugging it gently.. “i love you so much johnny, love you so much…” you repeated over and over as if it was forever ingrained in your brain, which it probably was.

johnny didn’t pull any of his playful stunts this time, his actions full of tenderness and care he craved to give you, his other hand gently holding onto the side of your hip. “ah, i love ye too.” he chuckled under her breath, his blue eyes softening up even more.

heat pooled between your legs while his wet fingers continued to glide on your slit occasionally before focusing back on your twitchy and hard clit, loving the way it slid so easily across your cunt.

“ye close, hen?” he asked once he felt the tremble of your thighs, your breathing quickening up while your lips were parted in awe, head nodding.

“s-so close… need to cum so bad, johnny.” you voice was quivering and laced with need, your chest rising and falling gently.

he gently eased a finger in your tight cunt, and then another, given how you were already soaking wet, curling them up inside you while looking for any signs of discomfort on your face. when he found none, he gently began to thrust his fingers inside your weeping cunt, finding all your spongy sweet spots with ease. it was insane how his fingers were enough to quickly push you over the edge.

your eyes rolled back once his thumb begin rubbing your puffy clit once more, your walls tightening around his fingers while your legs tried to wrap themselves around his hips, the pleasure getting sweetly overwhelming with each thrust of his fingers until you finally came apart, your orgasm hitting you in waves that lasted for a good few seconds, your body trembling underneath him as you moaned shakily and hid your face against his shoulders, fingers clinging onto the fabric of his shirt tight while he helped you ride your orgasm, fingers gently sliding out of your fluttering cunt, giving your clit a few more rubs before he stopped and pulled his hand back, looking at the way your slick coated his fingers, his mouth cheekily wrapping around his fingers to taste you. a satisfied hum left him before he began pressing repeated little pecks on your lips, causing you to whine and squirm.

“did so good f’me, hen. feelin’ better?” he asked softly, earning a nod from you, a blissful smile adorning your lips while your brain felt all fuzzy and dreamy.

he definitely didn’t stop at that, fully intent on making you forget about all your work. his fingers were quick to stuff inside you again, determined to pull a few more orgasms out of you.

the night ended up with you fast asleep in his embrace, head craddled against his chest, his heartbeat soothing your nerves.

[darnell-la]

Need your help - Billy Hargrove

pairing: manipulative!boyfriend!billy hargrove x inexperienced!reader

warning: slightly toxic relationship, manipulative, sneaking around, moaning, chocking, hair pulling, hard orgasm, etc.

note: an anonymous sender sent a request, and we posted it privately to got back and edit on the story later, but it disappeared. this has happened 3 times to us, and it’s getting out of hand. we’ll figure something out soon, but for right now, this is for our anonymous sender! love you <3

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3rd person pov

It’s currently 2 in the morning and y/n is sound asleep, as well as her parents. Y/n never sleeps past 10 pm. She has too much work and study to do for the next day, and if she wants to hang out with her boyfriend, Billy Hargrove, she knows she has to get it all done.

Billy on the other hand is wide awake, sneaking through her house after he opens the front door with the hidden key y/n told him about.

He always sleeps late, and it aches him that y/n is never away to be on the phone with him or at his house to pull an all-nighter.

Billy just got through drinking a couple of beers and smoking a few cigarettes before heading over to y/n’s house to see if she was awake. He knows she isn’t, but it wouldn’t hurt trying.

Billy slowly walked down the hallway upstairs, passing his girlfriend’s parent's room. He knew he wouldn’t get caught. That’s the whole reason why he’s here and desperate.

Y/n in the meantime is having a dream of her and her perfect boyfriend, Billy, riding down the street in his Camaro. Her dreams are always so sweet, knowing Billy isn’t fully like that, but at least he is sometimes.

Y/n was so deep in her sleep that she didn’t hear Billy over her, whispering her name after he snuck into her room and locked the door.

“Baby?” Billy shook Y/n’s body, finally waking her up. “Hmm?” She tiredly asked as she slowly turned around, expecting one of her parents, but instead, it was her boyfriend.

“Billy!?” She yelled and whispered as she became fully awake. “Happy to see me, sweetheart?” He asked before giving her a short but long kiss. “Billy, you can’t be heard,” y/n pushed at his shoulders before getting up from her bed.

“I know, but I miss you,” Billy said with a pouty face as he pulled his girlfriend into him, wanting to feel her body in his. He’s so hard and horny, cue she doesn’t know that yet.

“Baby, you can’t just break into my house. My parents are sleeping!” Y/n said, trying to keep calm and quiet so her parents won’t hear her awake at this hour. They’ll know something wrong then.

“Oh, but I can, because you’re my baby, right?” Billy asked as she slowly snaked his hands around y/n back, trying to pull her closer. “Yeah, but- Billy,” y/n said, not really knowing how to respond.

“You’d help me if I needed you, right baby?” Billy whispered. “What? Yes, of course I would,” Y/n said as she pulled back, considered. She prayed to god that his father hadn’t beaten him again.

“Good, because I’m hurting. Very bad,” he fake pouted as he kept his hands on her. “Oh god, Billy, where?” Y/n panicked as she pushed his hands off of him to check him.

“Ssh ssh, baby, it’s okay. It’s okay now because I’m with you,” Billy grabbed y/n face softly. “I need you to make me feel better. You think you can do that for me?” Billy asked her, inches away from her face.

“H-How?” Y/n asked, getting a different feeling about this all. “I need to feel you. I need to finally hear you moan,” Billy softly said as he slowly began to kiss Y/n’s neck.

“W-What? Billy, I-I’m not ready yet though,” y/n said, trying to softly push Billy back, but he didn’t lean back like usual. “C’mon, baby. You’ve been making my way for so long. I’m hurting,” Billy kept saying anything he needed to say to get into his own girlfriend’s pants.

“No, Billy, wait!” Y/n yelled whispered as she strongly pushed at him until he finally stepped back. “So you lied,” Billy said as she stared at y/n with an annoyed look.

“What?” She asked. “You said you’d help me, and you’re not,” Billy said. “Billy, I-I want to help you, but it’s just, I’m not ready,” y/n said, feeling a bit sad that her boyfriend thinks she wouldn’t help him.

“But, baby, I need it. To feel better. You always help me, and right now, I need this,” Billy said as he slowly pulled her in again, trying his act again until she gives into it.

“Billy,” y/n dragged low, not wanting to do anything, but she was too afraid to say no. She loved Billy, and she does think it’s sad that she wouldn’t give it up to her own boyfriend.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” Billy whispered in y/n’s ear as he slowly picked her up off of her feet. “I need you,” Billy began kissing on y/n’s neck again as she made his way to his knees, quiet enough for her partners to stay asleep.

Y/n stayed silent, still off about this whole situation but she didn’t want to speak and say something Billy didn’t want to hear. She was afraid he’d be disappointed.

“Mhm,” Billy groaned in the crook of his girlfriend’s neck as he began to grind on her. Y/n let out low whines, still not fully sure about this, but she still kept her mouth shut.

“Gonna feel so much better,” Billy said as he reached down to his crotch, unzipping and unbuckling his pants before pulling his hard cock out. Y/n wasn’t notified of this as she was too shocked by the hickeys he’d never left before.

“You sound so beautiful,” Billy whispered in his girl's ear as he slowly pulled her night shorts off, making sure she didn’t know he was already ready. He couldn’t go slow. He can’t go at her paste.

“You never let me touch this pretty little cunt. I should punish you for that,” Billy said, snapping y/n out of her thoughts. “H-Huh?” She stuttered, her heart pumping at the word punishment.

“Yeah, you heard me. You’ve been a bad girl to me,” Billy said as tears slowly filled y/n’s eyes. “I-I’m sorry,” she said as Billy shook his head as his hand slowly grabbed his thick cock.

“You will be, baby,” Billy said as he forced his cock into his girl's entrance until he was fully in her. “B-Billy!” Y/n almost maimed too loudly before Billy slapped his hands right onto her mouth.

“Keep it down, baby. Don’t want mommy and daddy hearing what a slut their daughter can be,” Billy began thrusting his hips, feeling how fast his girlfriend got wet.

“P-Please,” y/n begged, not knowing for what, but she knew she couldn’t take what her boyfriend was giving her. She’s never done anything like this before. Everything, even the neck kisses was going too far.

“Don’t disappoint me, baby? You wanna help me, right?” Billy asked as she huffed, keeping himself down. She’s the tightest he’s ever been with, and it’s taking him a lot not to go overboard and maybe the whole neighborhood knows what he was up to.

“Y-Yes,” Y/n cried low as she threw her head back after Billy took that hand that was on her mouth and connected it to her neck softly. “Yeah, I know. That’s why you’re so easy, baby. But I like it like that. I like knowing you’ll let me fuck you into this floor whenever I need it,” Billy began to tighten his grip on her neck.

“B-Billy,” y/n moaned, trying to tell him that the neck grip was too far, but she couldn’t get it out as she felt a knot in her stomach form. “I know, baby. It’s so fuckin’ good, right? Should have let me stretch this pussy out a while ago,” Billy said.

Billy used his friend's hand to push down onto y/n stomach, fucking her into her room floor more and keeping her in place. The thrusts he was giving her were feeling up the room, just enough to still keep her parents asleep.

“Such a whore. Can’t even keep your legs closed with a few kisses to your neck,” Billy said, making y/n whine for no reason. She couldn’t even tell herself why that made her eyes roll back.

“Yeah, so fuckin’ slutty. Maybe I should fuck you in the halls until your parents see the view,” Billy growled, slamming his hips into her, literally knocking the wind out of her.

“B-Billy,” y/n whined a bit too loud as she came around Billy’s cock. “Ah, yeah,” Billy chuckled, tightening his grip and using the other hand to grip her hair and tug it to the side.

“Fuckin’ cock whore slut. Can’t even last a few minutes with a cock in your pussy,” Billy spat, seeing the life leave y/n slowly. “Wanna be a cock filled bitch for me, hm? For your sweet ole boyfriend?” Billy asked, getting a little answer out of y/n, but she was sleeping away slowly.

“Yeah, I know you will. You’ll do anything for me. I always do shit for you, so let’s see what a pretty slut you’ll be for me now,” Billy said before he focused on his own orgasm.

“Fuck, baby,” Billy growled, trying to keep his whines in, but a few slipped out as his eyes rolled back. He finally began filling y/n up, knowing she wasn’t on the pill, but he knew not to worry.

He’ll be giving his sweet girlfriend a plan b tomorrow with a few gifts and food in the morning to keep her calm and happy.

Billy quickly let y/n’s neck go, allowing her to breathe fully again. She tried talking, but every time she went to open her mouth, the words wouldn’t come out.

Her legs were shaking and her clit was throbbing like crazy. Billy knew his girl was drained so he picked her up and laid her on her bed.

Billy hasn’t had sex in a while, but he knows he’s never felt the urge to help a woman out after he was done. Usually, he’d wanna leave and go home to take a nap, but right now, he needed to clean up.

Billy left Y/n’s room to go to her bathroom and grab some wipes. He then came back and cleaned her up. He even changed her panties so she’d feel fresh and clean.

“Gonna grab that pill for you tomorrow and some food. Tell your parents I’ll be picking you up a noon. Wanna spoil my baby tomorrow,” Billy kissed the side of y/n’s forehead as she whined, making sure he knew she was fine listening.

After that night, Billy did as told and spoiled his girl like there was no tomorrow. He knew he had her wrapped around his fingers, but he also knew she had him wrapped around hers.

He’d never stop being a toxic piece of shit because he knew, no matter what, y/n loves him and he truly treats her right.

Besides, the act he puts on makes the relationship alive, and at times, y/n knows exactly what Billy’s up to, but she ignores it and goes along. As long as they’re both happy.

[agirlcandream84]

Where There Is Light | Frank Castle x Reader

My first Frank Castle fic, which was a long time coming. It's... angsty which is sorta My Whole Deal ™️ but it's also pretty goddamn hot. Want to shout out @chvoswxtch whose Frank content is literal perfection and who single handedly made me fall in love with the character.

Summary: Frank returns from a trip to discover his worst nightmare, or so he thinks. Anger quickly turns to angst as Frank is confronted with his vulnerabilities head-on.

Frank Castle x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI. Explicit content. Fingering, P in V, slight praise kink, angst

"Alright, stop," you mumble, hearing enough.

"And do you know how easy it was for me to fucking waltz in here," he continues, his voice at a shout, ignoring your quiet plea.

"Frank stop," you beg a little louder, meeting his eye this time.

"That coulda been anybody who wanted to get in here," he rages on, undeterred.

"STOP!" you scream, even surprising yourself, "...please Frank...stop" the last words a more timid mumble, tears starting to spill at the corners of your eyes.

And this time he does. His posture frozen for a moment before snapping back to himself and his touch tender as he reaches for you.

"Hey, hey, sweetheart. It's alright," he says as he engulfs you in his arms. "I ain't gonna hurt ya. Ssh sh sh," he shushes you, as his calloused hand runs over the back of your head, your face pressed into his broad chest as you take slow breaths to calm your frayed nerves. "I do it cuz--" he starts but you stop him.

"I know why you do it," you interrupt, not making him say the names of the ones he lost. The truth was, you felt horribly guilty. He was right-- you were careless. And now wasn't a great time to be careless. Frank was away for a few days and you'd been so good about being vigilant without him but it was exhausting. Checking every blind spot. Jamming the door every night. Only running errands in daylight. No headphones--ever. You were Castle's girl and the wrong people knew it.

You wanted a normal moment. One normal moment. You opened the bay window in the living room to let in the late summer breeze and laid on the cool wood floor and listened to an album in the patch of sun like a cat. Freshly showered, a cold iced tea nearby, the moment felt nearly criminal. And it may as well have been.

Frank returned home after six long days and broke into a sprint the moment he saw the curtain blowing in the breeze, assuming a break-in. He climbed the fire escape, his heart hammering in his chest expecting to find his life destroyed for the second time. And instead he saw you, his cat in her patch of sun, and it would have been a goddamn beautiful sight if he hadn't thought you were likely to have been mutilated and dead instead. And all that anger had to go somewhere.

"I'm sorry," you murmur into his chest. "I was careless," you admit.

"Sweetheart I--" he starts but stops, his chin perched on the top of your head. "I know this probably isn't the life you imagined for yourself. And I, uh, I know it's on account of me," he continues.

"Frank don't." you stop him, his self-loathing creeping in like it had so many times before. The narrative woven into your relationship without your permission-- that you're Too Good for Frank Castle. You lean back from his chest to find his eyes. "YOU are exactly what I imagined for myself Frank Castle," you say with all the determination you felt.

His chocolate eyes scan your face before his hands find either side of your head to take your mouth in a kiss meant to convey a thousand words. I love you. I want you. I need you. Don't leave me. Don't die. His mouth moves with a desperate desire to consume you--to keep you just a little longer. That fucking curtain blowing in the breeze like a black flag playing in his mind. Like a man propelled forward with only momentum-- terrified if he stops you'll turn to dust.

You hear him inhale deeply through his nose as his tongue explores your mouth and your body melts into the strength of his. One arm laces behind your lower back as the other moves to cradle the back of your head, his hands weaving into your still-damp hair and tugging slightly to tilt your head upward. He uses the motion to trail his mouth down the length of your exposed neck as a breathy sigh escapes your open mouth.

"Frank-- it's ok-- I'm ok," you assure him in a whisper as his grip around you tightens. You know this Frank-- the Frank that's cracked open and terrified. The Frank that barrels forward fueled by the anger and rage of the things that have happened or could happen. The real Frank.

"I love you so fuckin' much," he says, his mouth returning to yours as his hand finds an anchor under your thigh to lift and guide your left leg around his waist, quickly followed by your right. Your core begins to throb as you feel the comforting size of him. The girth of his hips spreading your thighs apart. The expanse of his shoulders where your arms are draped. The power of his hands dug into your ass as he strides the length of the living room to place you gently in the patch of sun on the wood floor.

Positioned between your spread legs, he reaches forward to slide his old T-shirt off your body, taking a moment to mutter "fuck" as the sun hits your bare tits and he grips them possessively. His fingers sink into the waistband of your shorts and tug them down your legs, leaving you in only your wet panties clinging to your heated core. He slows now, his hands trailing up the sides of your hips, under your arms and down the length of your outstretched arms, pausing to lace his fingers into yours as he kisses you deeply.

"You gotta promise to be a good girl for me," he says between kissing the length of your neck to your collarbone. "Take all the precautions I say," he adds as he trails to the swell of your breast before sucking on your pert nipple. "No more mistakes princess," he continues, a trail of kisses peppered down your stomach.

His hand tugs are the waist of your panties and glides them over the curve of your hips and down your legs. He sees the slick coating of your puffy lips and a low whistle escapes his lips. "Can you promise to be good for me?" he asks, his hands drawing slow languid circles where your legs meet your hips.

"Frankie please," you whine, his form towering over yours, fully clothed and orchestrating your pleasure.

"Gotta hear you say it honey. Say you'll be a good girl," he says with a slight furrow of his brow.

"I'll be a good girl Frankie, I promise. Please," you mumble, taking the moment to open your eyes to find his-- your hips grinding to find friction.

"Sssh sssh," he hushes your desperation as his hand slides into your soaked folds. "Fuck honey, I didn't know it was this bad," he mumbles to himself, his hand working your petals, his finger slipping in and out of your needy hole. You gasp, your back arching, as the sunlight paints you in golden molten yellow.

The sight of you alights him and he sits on his haunches to fluidly remove his shirt and unbuckle his jeans, his cock already straining against them. He reaches in to guide this thick cock out and bends down to weave his arm behind your back again.

You whimper as he lifts you gingerly from the ground to straddle his lap, your slick core pressed against the length of his cock. "I gotchu sweetheart," he mumbles into your ear as he guides his cock into your velvety cavern.

He hisses and you feel like the air is squeezed from your lungs, perched on the expanse of Frank's thighs with the girth of his thick cock spearing you in place. Frank's slow intention before is replaced by feral desire, his pupils blown as he feels the full length of himself sheathed in your heavenly pussy. "Fuck sweetheart, you're so fucking tight," he says incredulously as your arms wrap around his shoulders to cling to his strength. "You tell me to stop if I'm hurtin' ya," he adds, finding your eyes for confirmation.

You lock eyes with him and shake your head no-- don't stop, never stop, stay this way forever-- your body nearly quivering with the sheer size of him. Your permission ignites him as he begins jutting his cock into you-- one pump, then two to make room before fucking into you with the full force of him.

You bounce on his lap like a ragdoll, holding onto his shoulders and looking down to see the way his cock splits you in two. His breath is ragged in your ear, with a fuck tumbling from his lips when you clench on his length. With each jut of his hips into your core, your swollen clit runs on the steely length of him, drawing you closer to bliss.

"Gonna make you feel good baby," he promises. Not just right now but for forever. For all the ways loving Frank Castle makes life harder he promises to make it worth it. "Gonna take care of you sweetheart," he says, sweat beading his brow as the force of cock slams deep into your belly. There's that terrified desperation again. His lust making way to fear, consuming you while he can hold you in his arms.

You look up at his face, twisted in concentration, fevered. "I know Frankie," you reassure him, pushing the stray hair from his forehead. "You take such good care of me," you agree, starting to roll your hips in his broad lap-- redefining the pace. You feel his breath slow as his head lolls back at the sensation of your cervix massaging the tip of his cock deep inside you. "You make me feel so good Frankie," you rasp, the statement so true it elicits tears from your eyes.

He finds your eyes and his hands find either side of your face. His mouth devours yours and then travels upwards to kiss away each tear that's escaped. "Fuck honey, I don't wanna lose you," he mutters with your tears on his lips, his eyes scanning your face as his cock is still buried deep within you.

"I'm staying Frankie. I'm here," you promise, the effort of riding him making the statement more of a whimper.

He senses your exhaustion and laces his arm again around your lower back, his other arm cradling your upper back. His support allows you to arch your back while his measured pumps become deeper and more purposeful. The long drag of his cock against your clit nearly unbearable. He feels you grip his biceps and knows you're close.

"Cum sweetheart. Do it for me, doll. Let me feel you," he croons as his lips travel down your neck. "Wanna make you feel good," he adds as his speed increases.

At his command, your bliss rips through you-- the sensation almost frightening in intensity. Your core is clenching so tightly around him that a guttural cry rips from your throat and the rest of your body goes limp in his arms. Only his support carries you through the waves of quaking and your ears ring like a bomb went off.

"Come back to me honey," you hear him say. His hand brushing the fallen hair from your face. "There's my girl," he smiles as your eyes flutter open, "there she is."

You place your hands on either side of Frank's face and cradle it, a gesture you might do to a cherubic baby but instead do to a man who inflicts pain for a living. His skin is rough, his nose puzzled together after a thousand breaks, his eyes crinkled at the corners. His cock is still steely inside you and you return to rolling your hips.

"Cum inside me Frankie. Fill me up," you beg the way he likes. He groans at your pleas. You reach for one of his arms and bring his hand to your mouth. You take his thumb in your mouth and suck it, holding his gaze as you roll your hips in his lap. "Fuck honey," he grunts before making three final forceful pumps into you before he coats your walls.

You stay this way-- entangled, embedded, soldered together by fire and metal -- until the patch of sun fades away.

[ronwestbreeze]

TO YOU , WORLDS AWAY : PART TWO : CHAPTER TWELVE

pairing: jake sully x fem!reader

summary: in which it is the year 2159

word count: 2.4k

author's note: hello hello! TYWA part two has arrived! now updating is going to be a bit different for this. i'm thinking posting each chapter once a week will be what I will do from here on out that way I can have time to write future chapters whilst you all read the one's I have already written! just remember, don't demand me to post, it doesn't help with motivation or make me want to keep writing it! anyways, thank you for the patience! and without further ado, part two!

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“I keep having these dreams. About this girl. Every time I saw her, it felt like I knew her for years. Like she was my best friend in the whole world. And I couldn’t imagine a life without her.”

“Tell me about these dreams.”

“Well…they always start with fire and…”

“What’s wrong? Baby girl, what is it?”

“You’ll think I’m weird, Daddy.”

“I won’t, I won’t. I promise.”

“When I wake up, I’m sad. Like I’ve lost someone. And it feels so heavy…Daddy, I hate it!”

“Sssh, ssh, it’s okay, it’s okay. I’ve got you, alright? I’ve got you.”

“I miss her, Daddy. I miss her so much.”

“Miss who, baby girl?”

“That’s the thing. I don’t even know her name…”

Year 2159

It had been five years since the RDA were exiled off of Pandora and Dr. Chloe Parker was still trying to find her footing on this planet. 

Before the battle, she had been well into the late Dr. Augustine’s Avatar Program. Trained and studied learning to control her own avatar and then using her time to explore all of Pandora’s plants and herbs. And it was interesting, learning about all the medicines here, the potential use for them.

Then the battle at the Tree of Souls happened. Killing dozens of wildlife, many humans and Na’vi alike. It was a sad day to say the least. But after Jake Sully took over as the clan leader for the Omatikaya Clan and exiled the RDA off of Pandora, things began to change for the better.

Dr. Chloe had been one of the humans allowed to stay on Pandora, mostly because she didn’t contribute to the war that struck the planet and because Dr. Max Patel vouched for her and some of the other scientists and avatar volunteers. Now she had spent her time continuing to explore all of Pandora, working with the Na’vi in different clans to study their ways of medicine and perhaps teach them some of the stuff humans do, even though she knew they would probably never use it.

For the past few months, Dr. Chloe, and her small research team, took their avatars and their next journey to the Olangi Clan. A very nomadic clan that worked very closely with the Omatikaya so their home wasn’t too far from the former’s. Their clan leader, Akwey, had allowed them to stay and start their research there as long as they didn’t pose a threat to his people and were respectful of the lands and their ways. Which wasn't a difficult task, especially when there were no more military men flanking the planet anymore.

But as of recently, Dr. Chloe had been requested to retrieve the Tsahik of the Omatikaya Clan, Mo’at since the Olangi’s Tsahik had died in the battle against the RDA. So, instead of researching like the rest of her team, she had been made into a messenger, going back and forth from each clan speaking of something called Eywa…Dr. Chloe wasn’t really too spiritual to care much of who this Eywa was. But if it made the people happy and content, and kept them from shutting down her research, then Dr. Chloe would take one for the team for now.

On the other hand, she wasn���t entirely too comfortable leaving her very first patient alone so much. A patient very important to her research.

When Dr. Chloe found Mo’at, she was with her daughter, Neytiri if she could recall correctly. Dr. Chloe never really had a conversation with the woman—mostly because of her obvious distaste of Dr. Chloe’s presence—and today was no different. Once she arrived in her avatar form, Neytiri hissed and walked away. One of her children, a young boy, followed after her closely.

“Why has Akwey sent you now, Chloeparker?” Mo’at greeted her while crushing up what looked like herbs in a small wooden bowl. Dr. Chloe’s Na’vi wasn’t perfect but she could understand a lot of it after years of listening to both Dr. Augustine and the people talk expertly in it.

“An elder died yesterday.” Dr. Chloe informed her, stuffing her hands into her shorts. “Akwey wishes for you to perform the ceremony.”

Mo’at hummed, not looking up from her work. “One day, he will have to come to my daughter as she will be the next Tsahik of the People. And I will finally rest.”

“Let’s hope that day isn’t soon then.” Dr. Chloe commented with a thin smile. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but your daughter doesn’t seem to like me much.”

“You are Sky People. Of course she doesn't like you.” Mo’at stood with the bowl and finally looked at Dr. Chloe. “I am not too fond of your people either.”

Dr. Chloe could understand that in a way. But she was a bit tired of being grouped with the people that tried to destroy Pandora and take it over. Then again, she really couldn’t blame them. If she were in their shoes, she’d hold a grudge too. It didn’t matter if they were the same or not. That anger, that resent, it was uncontrollable and rightful. Dr. Chloe could do nothing but shrug.

“Touché.”

“Mmph.” Mo’at then handed her the bowl. Dr. Chloe took it, surprised at the sudden gesture. “I understand you are a doctor among your people. This can be more useful than whatever technology you Sky People insist on using.”

Chloe held the little bowl delicately but frowned, “The technology is not all useless, you know. It does help sometimes.”

“Sometimes.” Mo’at pointed out. Dr. Chloe tried not to roll her eyes.

There was small movement behind Mo’at and Dr. Chloe did a double take. She hadn’t realized they weren’t alone until Mo’at had stood. It was a little girl that didn’t really look like Na’vi. Actually, when Dr. Chloe looked at her closely, she realized the little girl looked awfully similar to someone.

Before she could wonder just who the little girl reminded her of, her earpiece suddenly beeped, alerting her that one of her team members was calling her from back at the Olangi Clan.

Dr. Chloe excused herself before answering her earpiece, “This is Dr. Chloe—”

“You need to get back here fast!”

She blinked in confusion at the urgency in her fellow researcher, Simon's voice, “Why, what’s happening?”

There was a pause, “…Okay, don’t get mad but we decided to take her out of cryosleep—”

“WHAT?!” Dr. Chloe covered her mouth when Mo’at gave her a disapproving scowl and the little girl watched her curiously. She cleared her throat and lowered her voice before continuing, “Why the hell would you do something like that—she’s not even stable enough to take her out—”

“Just let me explain!” Simon interrupted with an exhausted sigh. “We connected her to the machines we’ve been working on for months ever since we first started working on her, remember?”

“Those aren’t even ready yet!” Chloe hissed into the earpiece, walking out of the tent where Mo’at and the little girl still were. “Simon, what the hell were you thinking—”

“It worked, Chloe.”

She went quiet. Her eyes wandered aimlessly around the forest, unsure if she had heard him correctly. When Simon called her name again she finally responded in a hushed whisper, “You’re not shitting me, are you? Y-Your saying—”

“It worked, Chloe, it worked.” She could practically imagine the growing smile on his face as he said this. “She could wake up at any moment now. But with her condition, it’s not exactly permanent and I don’t imagine she herself would be happy with the results, but they are supporting her. They're keeping her alive until we know how to deal with the heavier wounds.”

This was definitely a development. This had been something she had been working on for two years now, hearing that it worked, on a person no less? Chloe couldn’t help but start packing up her things and leave.

“I’ll be right there! Don’t do anything without me!”

And with that, Chloe rushed back toward the Samson she had arrived in, ordering the pilot to take her back to plains.

There was a lab within the tall trees the Olangi Clan lived in. Chloe had it built when she first arrived in the plains. Even though she technically wanted to build one in one of the trees, having a lab hanging from a tree wasn’t exactly the safest position. So, they went with having it on the ground.

Plus, if they had done it in the tree, then the lab wouldn’t be as spacious as they needed it to be.

When Chloe arrived back, she came out of her link bed with Simon waiting for her.

“How is she?”

The two walked side by side with each other, leaving the link room and walking down the long hallway. Simon carried a holographic pad in his hands as he spoke, “She’s stable, still has yet to wake up, but things are looking good so far. The doctors want to start on the severe wounds right away.”

“How exactly bad are these injuries?” Chloe found herself asking. Really, when they first saw the patient, they had already decided to quickly put her in cryosleep with how badly injured she was and freeze her wounds before it became any more lethal to her body. Chloe hadn’t exactly seen it for herself but she’d always kept hearing about how bad it was.

Simon frowned, “Third and second degree burns, a broken rib, and a her lungs might've collapsed, I'm not entirely sure.”

“Holy shit.”

“Yeah, I hear she was a lot worse and the doctors managed to work on some of the less lethal burns, but she’s not exactly out of the woods yet.” Simon sighed as they stopped in front of the closed door. “We have twenty minutes with her before the doctors get to work.”

Chloe frowned, staring at him incredulously, “What should we say to her if she does wake up?”

Simon shrugged, “Tell of the situation, maybe fill her in since she’s missed basically five years of her life, and…I don’t know, comfort her the best we know how?”

“Comfort is not either of our strong suits, Simon.”

Simon rolled his eyes before finally opening the door.

What did death feel like? Was it this bright? This cold? Were you supposed to feel so heavy, so numb as if you couldn’t feel your body. Maybe your consciousness was floating above your body. There were stories like that, you remember reading about people who have died for a few seconds and were able to see their body outside of themselves.

Okay, maybe you weren’t actually dead. You may not have known what it felt like but you were pretty sure you weren’t supposed to be able to recall a memory as if it were another day. Then again, your body didn’t feel like a ton of anvils had fallen onto it and was pinning it down, preventing you from moving.

You hadn’t realized your eyes had been open until a shadow came into view, blocking some of the light above. Your vision was blurred, really you didn’t know when you had woken up or how long you had been staring up at the ceiling. Yes, that was definitely a ceiling.

Either hell was some bright room or you were somehow still alive.

Muffled voices echoed into your ears. You hadn’t realized, at first, that the voices were coming from the shadowed heads above you. It was like using your ears for the first time, like you were a newborn baby. Hell, your eyes felt like they hadn’t been used before.

Soon, you started registering the voices.

“You think she fell into some sort of vegetative state?” This voice belonged to a woman.

“I don’t know. It’s a possibility. Coming out of a cryosleep can be a little much.” This voice belonged to a man. Neither of them were familiar to your groggy mind. “We might need to get the doctors.”

Soon your vision began to clear.

“Wait, hold on…” The woman above you whispered. She was staring directly down at you, eyes wide with wonder. “I think she’s…”

Your eyes then moved to the second head, the man, when he came back over and appeared in your vision. And like their voices, they were both unfamiliar to you. Even in your foggy mind, you could not recall a single memory where it included these two strangers. Wait, maybe the woman. Back before you had stopped going to Hell’s Gate, you might’ve seen her a few times in passing.

Wait.

Hell’s Gate.

The bombs.

The ship crashed.

You should’ve been dead.

“Dr. L/N?”

The woman’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts, you refocused your gaze on her and she grinned excitedly. “You can hear me? Understand me?”

With great difficulty, you nodded. Or maybe your head shifted slightly similar to a nod, you didn’t really know.

“Holy shit.” The male muttered in amazement.

The woman continued grinning, “Welcome back, Doc.”

Before you could ask her where you were, before you could question who these people were, it suddenly hit you.

And it really hit you. Worse than a pile of anvils. More like an out of control train that crashed right into your body and dragged you along the way.

That was the type of pain that struck your body once your senses had begun coming back. This pain was unimaginable. It was unlike anything, unlike any pain you had ever felt in your short life.

This was worse. This was what death felt like.

You didn’t remember much of what happened after your chest jolted forward from the shock of the pain. All you saw was the two that had been standing over you, rushing away, shouting for what sounded like help. And in the next few seconds you kept blacking out a few times. The world went in and out. Every sound clashed together around you. Most of the pain, you realized, was coming from your waist, hell, just your entire upper body.

You wanted to scream. But all that came out of your mouth was choked gasps, barely any words or cries. You were crying. You were crying. Yes, you were sure of it.

There was a sharp prick against your neck.

And in the next second, it was like you were falling out of the world and back into the blackness.

Falling.

Falling.

Eventually, you would hit the ground…

And Jake Sully would wake up.

[lunamadhatter99]

Let's try again

Charlie Weasley x fem!reader

Summary: worst day of your life? Not if Charlie can help it.

Warnings: none, I think. Period pain is a warning? Maybe. Especially if you got bad cramps like me (hi, let's suffer together)

Tag list (if you want to be tagged in future Charlie Weasley fics... let me know)

@once-upon-an-imagine

@papichulo120627

Worst day ever.

Worst. Day. Ever.

First, my period started this morning. It would've been okay if it weren't for the fact that I'm one of those lucky ones with the most painful cramps. I couldn't call in sick at work because my boss is an asshole, so I had to spend the whole day at work, only to be fired at the end of it.

I arrive at home late, it's almost 11 and Charlie isn't here yet. Thankfully, I don't want him to see me like this. We haven't been dating long enough for him to see me like this.

I take a deep breath, and I go take a shower, cleaning myself will definitely help, at least a little bit.

While I shower, I try not to think about losing my job today and having, basically, no option in the immediate future. God... what if Charlie breaks up with me, too? The day got worse and worse, so might as well...

I shake my head, showing that thought far, far away from me.

Once I'm clean and comfortably dressed, I decide to make something sweet. Cooking usually helps... let's see.

I go to the kitchen and just get to work.

I want to make some honey muffin, they're Charlie's favourite.

I start by melting the butter with the honey.

So far, so good, I made this recipe a million times, and it should go smoothly.

And...

I talked too soon. Fuck. How did I burn the butter? How!?

I go to grab the pan, but it's too hot.

"Fuck!" I basically scream.

"Darling? You okay?"

I turn around, my eyes land on Charlie putting down his bag.

"Shit.." I mutter "sorry.. I... it's nothing,"

"What happened?" He asks softly, walking closer to me.

"Nothing," I say, trying my best to hold back my tears, "I just... burned the butter..."

"Let me see," he gently holds my injured hand in his, "it's not that bad. Don't worry. I'll grab some lotion. Wait here, love"

He kisses my cheek and walk to our bedroom.

Shit... he probably think I'm weak now. Always complaining about nothing... okay no... stop with these thoughts. He won't think that... stop.. stop.

I can't hold back any longer and I just cry, I try to wipe away some tears by the time Charlie walks back in, but he's already here.

"Hey..." he puts the lotion on the counter and pulls me in for hug "my love, what's wrong? I'm no doctor so maybe your hand is worse than I thought? And I should be an expert on burns"

That makes me chuckle, first vague smile of the day... all thanks to Charlie.

"C'mon. Let's sit down" he walks me to the sofa and sits us down. "Wanna tell me what's wrong?"

"I... I got my period this morning" I start to explain.

"They didn't let you stay home, did they? Assholes..." he comments "I'm sorry, love"

"Then..." I say and I see him surprised "Then... they made me do extra work and they fired... they fired me."

"What?" He exclaims, "Love.. " he pulls me to him again and kisses my head as his hands caresses my back.

"I wanted to base something, but apparently I couldn't even do that right.." I mutter.

"Hey, none of that." He says cupping my cheeks to make me look at him "look at me, you have all the right to feel like this. Just don't let it put you down. You're wonderful. Alright? Absolutely wonderful. And this is just one bad day. One. I'll help you find a new job, once your period cramps are over, of course, I mean I'm not letting you do anything until your period is done, it's the only time I can spoil you and I will take advantage of that" he chuckles.

"Okay.." I softly say, "I just..."

"Ssh. I know. I know, it sucks. Trust me. Remember, it's just one day." He looks me deep in the eyes, "one"

"You're right... thank you"

"You're forgetting something," he grins.

"What?"

"You said it to me first" he winks and stand up, holding my healthy hand and leading me back to the kitchen where he puts some lotion on the injured one.

"There," he says kissing it.

"I burnt the butter..." I say looking at the pan.

"It's no problem," he throws away the burnt mixture. "Let's try again. What do we have to do first?"

"We've made these a million times..." I laugh.

"Yeah, but I have no memory, so... what do we do first?" He's smiling like and idiot and I can't help but laugh again. "Stop laughing at me, love." He fake-complains.

"We have to melt the butter and the honey," I explain to him.

"Thank you" I say to Charlie once we're cuddle up in the bed with our freshly made muffins.

"Love.."

"No, thank you. Really." I kiss his cheek.

He sweetly smiles at me, leaning down to kiss my lips.

"Anytime, my love."

I guess, it's not the cooking that makes me feel better... is the after, when I get to eat the sweets we made with Charlie.

"Tomorrow is a new day, we'll try again. Okay?" He says.

"Yeah... let's try again." I put my head on his shoulder, enjoying his presence.

[zillasvilla]

Beyond the Lights

II. Chapter Two: Shameful

Summary: An early end to the trip, leads her to a media scandal. Warnings: None

Chapter Two: Shameful

The planned week-long trip ended early, due to some unforeseen circumstances. Other locations were brought up, but none of them seemed appealing. Sariah, on the other hand, was ecstatic that the trip ended early. She could focus more on her upcoming album release. The comfortable silence on the jet allowed her the ability to focus on the numerous emails raiding her inbox.

“Only you would find a way to work.” 

The person in question is sitting across from her. Trinity. She tucks herself further into the hoodie Joshua let her borrow. His scent fills her nose. “It never stops.” She’s swiping through album covers, trying to decide which one would best fit the title she chose. “Not when I have a release date coming up.”

Trinity nods, seeing Bianca come over as well, opting to sit with them instead of Montez who had the guys in a heated game of spades. 

“What’s up with you and Jey?” Bianca tugs on the hoodie. 

“Nothi—.”

“And don’t say nothing, cause you two have been kinda cozy lately.” Trinity cuts her cousin off. It was obvious with the way Jey constantly stared at her. How she has on his hoodie. The way her eyes sparkled every time he walked by. A low grumble escapes her lips, putting her phone away.

A huff escapes her lips, seeing the way Trinity and Bianca were looking at her. “Just friends.” An exasperated huff leaving her lips. 

“Hoe-.” Bianca starts. “Blow your breath again.” She jumps at her, making her flinch back with a smile.

“She thinks we stupid.” Trinity adds. “You like him again, don’t you?”

Bianca snaps her head at Trinity “Again, bitch you are holdin’ out!” Looking at Sariah again, she was laughing at Bianca’s reaction. This gains the attention of guys briefly.

“Ssh.” Trinity laughs as well. Bianca was always so damn dramatic. 

“I’m not holding out, there’s just nothing going on between us. Just friends.” 

“Nah she stupid.” Bianca mutters, getting up to go sit by her man. They had taken a break from the heated game. Jimmy finds himself sitting next to Trinity, giving his fiancé a soft kiss on the cheek.

”I’m sorry our trip had to end early.” He tells her. A hand sliding to grab hers. Sariah smiles softly at the sight, tuning them out to look out of the planes’ window. A soft thump gained her attention. He sat next to her, playing cards in hand as he reached over her to pull out the table.

“What are you doing?” 

They look at each other, the cool mint gum freshening his breath, the coolness of it hitting her face as he talked. “A quick game with—.”

”Hey, turn that up.” Montez had cut him off, gesturing at the tv. Roman reaches over, turning the volume up. The voice of Roxanne. The host of Entertainment weekly filled their ears. 

XL Rookie of the year Dame was seen leaving his sold out Concert last night with a mysterious woman and child at his side. Sources say that the child could possibly be his and the alleged woman could be the child’s mother.

She doesn’t react like they thought she would. Her eyes glued to the screen as the plane lands. Bianca goes to speak but she gets up, gathering her things and rushing off the plane. Her phone goes off the moment she steps in the parking garage with her bags.

Shiloh you finally got a way out

Trinity I’m here if you need me cuz

Bianca I’ll beat his ass for you. Just say the word.

254-344-6791 You know deserve better than that.

She finds herself sitting in her car, debating on whether or not to go home. He would or could possibly be there despite her best efforts to change the locks and kick him out. She would  rather not deal with anyone today, as more notifications popped up. Her finger hovered over the link from her manager that would lead to Entertainment Weekly. Tapping on the screen, the video immediately pulls up and she thought things couldn’t have gotten any worse. Roxanne’s voice blared through her car speakers once again having her full attention.

         In recent news. XL Rookie Rap Artist Dame was recently seen leaving his studio handcuffed and escorted to a police cruiser along with some of his crew. Sources say he is facing a multitude of charges and could be facing serious jail time. As of now we have nothing on what he is charged with.

Her manager’s apartment was the only place she could go. She watched as her manager brought her a cup of bourbon whiskey tea. The steaming hot mug warming her hands, a small sip, burning the tip of her tongue but the taste going smoothly down her throat. “Thank you.”

”You gotta tell them.” 

She relaxes back on the couch, eyes trained on the multiple tv screens mounted on her living room wall. Each one playing a different talk show. All of them talking about her “boyfriend” Dame. If she wanted to save face, she knew she would have to. She didn’t want to look dumb for staying with a man who had a baby on her. She was already dumb for not knowing he had one. 

“Naraya..”

”Don’t Naraya me. As your manager. The best advice I can give you is to drop that song and this album and tell them you guys have been broken up for a year.”

“I still write his songs, we're still partners.” The deal she made with him a year ago haunts her mind everyday. “He still has a key to my apartment.”

“This is how I know you didn’t read those legal documents.” Naraya sits at her computer typing furiously. “If you read them you would have seen in the fine print a loophole to that business deal.”

Sariah stands walking over to her. “What loophole?” 

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sariah’s world too much of woman, too much of a bad ass bitch trin.fatu a beautiful bad ass bitch montez.ford Ma’m..Are we getting a new album? user nigga really fumbled a bad bitch.

“Instead of posting, you need to be picking an album cover.” 

Sariah frowns, seeing Naraya sit next to her at the soundboard. The album was being released a day early and she has yet to pick a title and cover. ”I’m working on it.” She mutters, putting her phone down to look at her Macbook. Multiple pictures flooding her screen. The vibrations against the table gains her attention. Notifications lighting up her phone screen.

254-344-6791 I wanna see you

The butterfly feeling she gets just from a simple text from him had her feeling like a teenager all over again and it gave her an idea for the album title. Her nails rapidly moving across the keyboard, the title. An album that has been in the works for over a year, finally having a name.

I’m in the studio.

At this point it has become an automated text. She wanted to see him too, but Naraya had her schedule booked for the rest of the month. Appearances on several televised talk shows, radio shows. She wasn’t going to have time. 

Naraya looks over at her. “I got you a new place by the way. The movers will go pack and move everything.”

“Thanks.” 

254-344-6791 I didn’t ask that.

She chews her lip, looking back at the screen of her MacBook. Naraya is standing at her side, a nod in approval over the album cover and title choice. 

I’m your host Roxanne Wethers of Entertainment News.

Their focus shifts to the tv screen. Roxanne with a small smirk on her face as she introduced Dame. He held a mischievous grin on his face. He knew she would be watching. Next to him sat the alleged woman he cheated and had a baby on her with. She holds off on releasing the album, wanting to hear what nonsense he was spewing out of his mouth.

“So glad to have you with us Dame, we will make this brief as we all know you are facing some charges placed against you.”

“Thank you for having me. I want to get my story out before it gets twisted.”

“Of course…first of all we want to know who this lovely lady is.’

Her stomach churns as he introduces her as Mercedes. His fiancé and mother of his child. He wants sympathy from the court and she wasn’t going to have that. He was turning her into the mistress. The way he would grab her and kiss it, putting on this perfect pretty boy image. 

“A lot of us are wondering. Sariah. You’re current girlfriend-“

“She was a fan who I helped jumpstart her career—You show an ounce of kindness and they run with it. It was the label’s idea to have us together.

”Oh he wants to play that game.” She mutters. She posted the album while taking one of the other songs and posting it to her instagram account. Taking it a step further, she removed his catalog from all streaming services.

“How’s that for jump startin’ a career.”

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sariah’s world I’d say your name but you don’t deserve recognition user I think we all know who this is about. montez.ford I fear, mother has returned. user real fans would know she was droppin a pop album. Instead we got another R&B album.

[captainnameless]

Since today is Easter, do you have a little blub for the when you wish upon a star story? I feel like little Max would love Easter like he loves Christmas. But I also feel like he would be afraid of the bunny actor.

a couple days late, woopsie. 🙈

Daniel should have known really. Max, big Max, had shared his distaste of clowns, of mask and too much face-paint. Still, the idea of an easter bunny at the mall had sounded like such a good plan. Mini Max adored animals, he could spend hours lining up the plastic farm animals Daniel had gotten him, speech not always quite there yet to name them all, but that didn’t stop him from mimicking all the sounds.

Max liked bunnies too, when they got to the bunny page in one of the books they’d read together, Daniel would ask

“What does the bunny do, Maxie-Moo?”

And Max would scrunch up his nose, purse his lips together and sniff excessively. Daniel would tattoo it on his body if he could.

Surely all of this meant Max would like seeing the easter bunny too, wrong.

“Shh, shh, shh.” Daniel’s becoming slightly desperate, stuck in endless ssh’s while he’s bouncing Max in his arms, the poor toddler’s hand fisted tightly into the jumper Daniel’s wearing while he wails, crying so much he’s not even taking the binkie.

“You’re okay.” Daniel tries to soothe, brushing the nipple of the binkie against Max’s lips, trying to get him to take it. “Shhh, Daddy’s got your bibi.”

All the while he’s slowly making his way out of the mall, trying not to bump into people and trying to ignore the guilt that’s settled deep into his chest, eyes on Max’s so he can’t see the judgmental stares he’s probably getting. God they must think he’s awful.

Finally, Max recognizes the silicone against his lips, wail cut off as he fiercely sucks it into his mouth. Cries turning into hiccupy whines while he buries himself into Daniel’s chest more.

Daniel lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, still bouncing the toddler. “There we go.” He breathes, pressing a kiss onto Max’s head and speed walking to the carpark.

Max falls asleep strapped into his carseat, and Daniel’s thankful he’s able to transfer Mini Max into his crib without him waking up, doesn’t bother changing him out of his clothes but makes sure the baby monitor is set up right, camera focused on the tiny being so Daniel doesn’t miss him waking up.

It gives him time to hide some chocolate eggs around the penthouse, for them to go hunt for when Max wakes up, their earlier woos hopefully forgotten.

When Max wakes Daniel changes him before taking him outside on the rooftop patio, feeding him little bites of a sandwich they’re sharing before

“Huh?” Daniel goes, sitting Max up a bit more. “Do you see that?”

Max looks at him and then where Daniel is looking, before looking at Daniel again. He looks adorable still, chubby cheeks still rosy from his earlier nap, blonde hair messy and sticking out in all the wrong places. There’s a speck of jam on his nose.

“Huh?” Mini Max copies, turning his head slightly in a questioning way.

“Look,” Daniel says, gently putting Max on his two feet, giving him a second to find his balance before directly pointing at a sparkly purple mini egg, poorly hidden.

Max gasps, clasps both his hands over his face before he cheers, pointing to. “Wow!”

“Go grab it!” Daniel says, smile threatening to split his face.

Max bounces on his feet before waddling over, snatching the mini egg up and holding it out. “Wow!” He says again.

“I know!” Daniel says, before pointing out another one. Max nearly face-plants with how quickly he’s going for it.

The next couple minutes are filled with toddler feet quickly padding around, “Wow”s and “Daddy!” and gasps and clapping until Max’s hands are too full to clap.

Daniel quickly becomes a storage unit when Max cannot fit them anymore and when Daniel’s semi certain they have found them all he lures Max onto the couch to have some.

“Share.” Mini Max says, patting Daniel’s chest as he gets comfortable near him. “Daddy eat.”

“You’re such a nice boy, Maxie.” Daniel praises, biting half of the egg off, partially cause Max wanted to share and partially because of the choking hazard, Max doesn’t have to know, he eats the other half and claps his hands together.

“Yay!”

Yay indeed.