#more face caressing fanart? yes

[eye-of-the-hawk]

It’s yearn o’clock baby

[lovelynim]

TickleTober2023/Day 22 - Tail/Wings

Honkai: Star Rail - Dan Heng x Caelus

“A-ahm, Dan Heng…” Caelus muttered awkwardly, trying to move his wrapped up limbs as he felt that intense gaze upon himself. But Dan Heng only smiled fondly, almost grinned, leaning a bit forward to face his boyfriend’s blushing face. 

“Yes, Caelus?”

“Can… y-you let me go?”

“No,” Dan Heng mused, even tightening his grip a little bit to make the other man gasp. That sure was one of the perks of his Vidyadhara form. Out of a pure clingy need, the archivist used said form and made Caelus a victim of his.

Wrapping his tail around the trailblazer body, Dan Heng dragged him closer with ease, leaving him at his mercy. “I kind of like it,” he said, running his hand through Caelus’s hair, pushing his bangs away from his forehead before planting a kiss on it.

“B-but I can’t play like this!” Caelus groaned shyly, blushing and kicking his feet as he tried to free himself, surprised by how strong Dan Heng’s tail’s grip was. As much as he tried, it wouldn’t move an inch. 

“Good,” he replied, placing his index finger under the other man’s chin and gently lifting it. “Maybe now you’ll be able to spend some time with me, hm?” Dan Heng moved his hand down, stroking the column of Caelus’s neck, making him squeal and scrunch up his shoulders as he tried to protect himself.

“H-hehey! This ihihis not fahahair!” He protested, only earning an amused chuckle from the dragon that showed no intentions of stopping.

Dan Heng’s other hand soon joined the fun, cupping Caelus’s cheek while the other traced and tickled the side of his neck, going up to caress the back of his ear and make him giggle lightly. “Hm? How come?”

“I cahahan’t- ahah, n-no mohohoreee!” The more he tried to break free, the tighter Dan Heng’s tail squeezed him. Not able to free his arms, the trailblazer saw no option but to keep pleading, hoping his words would make it to the soft side of Dan Heng’s heart. “Lehehet me gohoh! Ahaha, i-it tihihickles!”

The archivist smiled, pulling his victim’s body closer to him so he would be able to kiss him again. Planting his lips on Caelus’s smile, it felt like he was drinking his laughter, savoring each giggle that bursted from his mouth. “So, are you going to leave me, hm?” 

“O-of cohohourse not! Ahahah, n-now stahahap!”

“Hmm…” Dan Heng pretend to thing while gently digging his fingers into Caelus’s collarbone, making his blush spread down to his neck and to the tip of his ears - which weren’t left untickled for long. “I need to think about it, until then…”

“Whahat- woah!” Before he realized, the dragon moved his tail, carrying him along and placing him on his lap without, of course, loosening the grip a single bit.

“Let’s have some fun…” Dan Heng muttered, making Caelus’s heart skip a beat.

“W-wait, Dan Heng, noHOHOH!!”

A/N: Ohohoh, if there was a better character than Dan Heng for this prompt- what am I saying, there was no one better than him eheheh

Anyway, kudos for this fanart that inspired me greatly. See you guys next day ~

[nocturn-warrior]

Fall onto him like a pillow

Alucard x reader

Summary: Alucard feels sad and you decide to chill him up

Rating: fluff, smut, angst

Warnings: oral (male receiving), mentions of traumas, feeding (in a non kinky way), body worship (male receiving), kinda sub Alucard, reader's gender is not specified but i wrote this thinking about a female

This fic was inspired by @kundool 's adorable fanart

sorry if it has a bad writting, i literally lost all my progress because tumblr didn't save it and posted the incomplete fanfic.

It was a normal fall grey sort of day. You and Alucard had bought some groceries at the village. Even though the villagers insisted in giving their products freely to you two after all you and your friends have done for them, Alucard felt it was not fair to simply accept the groceries they put they worked so hard during the year. So Alucard and you would always bring them old itens that were only accumulating mold and memories.

All was well, so far. He greeted the old ladies, played with the orphans who became your children at heart and happilly chose the groceries in the wooden boxes.

But comming back home as you were sniffling a wild rose you have picked from a bush and rambling about funny events and gossips the old ladies have told you during your brief statement, you noticed Alucard stood stoic and silent, just answering your words with quick chuckles, not continuing the conversation and keeping his head bowed down

Usually he would connect your thoughts with his, adding something quirky or an accid comment about the situation, but not today.

"Adrian? Is everything alright?"

You ask, slowing your pace and making him look at you. He takes some seconds to answer a languid "yes, i am just mentally tired". He wasn't alright, you knew. You don't insist, though. Just follow your way towards the castle, trying to pull a true smile from his face but the results are the same.

The wide doors of the castle open as you two approach and close once you are inside. Alucard's behavior is more of the same; he helps you to place the groceries at the kitchen, but remains silent. A deep breath leaves his mouth before he turns towards the door.

"I am going to read a bit, my dear."

Although you wanted to comfort him, respecting Alucard's alone moments was something you tried your best to do. He isn't a child, after all. But you can't resist to the urge of comforting your lover.

"Adrian, here..."

You say, placing the wild rose you've collected behind his ear. You caress his chin:

"If you need me, i am here, alright?"

He smiles understandably before desappearing in the dark hallways of your home way to your chambers.

The hours pass by. You distract yourself sewing some torn spots in your clothes you don't even notice sun is starting to set. You must have dozed off.

Immediatly, your mind goes to Alucard. You fear his isolation was a form of asking for your comfort amd you just left him alone with his thoughts.

Quickly climbing up the almost infinite stairs, you reach your bedroom and before you could even thump your finger onto the door, you hear that unmistakable sniffling you've heard so many times before.

He hated when you saw him like that, no matter if you have already done it one million times. But you had to comfort him.

The dhampir who was knealing down in front of the bed, face buried in the plush cushion, has a little jumpscare when you sudden open the door and quickly wipes away the tears with the loose silk of his shirt. As if a simple motion could hide he was crying for hours.

"Aw, Adrian my love..."

You rush to him, knealing down by his side and placing caressing his back softly as he tries to put himself together. Adrian didn't know why exactly he was crying so no words could possibly leave his throat. It was only a deep, rooted feeling of dispair and grief.

All he did was turn to you, swallowing his tears before they could drown him. In moments like these, all he craved was your touch. You open your arms to him and Adrian quickly attaches himself onto your body, head resting against your chest as he sniffles looking at an empty spot of the room.

While caressing his back in soothing motions like a mother calming down a sobbing baby, you have an idea of how you could calm him down: cooking his favorite treat; strawberry muffins filled with jam, and a nice cup of chamomille tea.

You wait until he has completly calmed down so you could pull off from the hug and prepare the little surprise for your lover.

"You wet all my shirt with your tears, my love. Do you have a water dam behind those pretty eyes of yours?"

You joke to make sure he is completly fine and you can feel the vibrations of his chuckling as he is still with his head against your bosom. Slowly you pull off and tilt up his chin:

"Take some bath, my love. Dress a comfortable nightgown, get cozy in bed and wait for me. I will prepare something that will chill you up"

Curiously, Alucard nods his head, looking at you with those dewy amber eyes which long lashes are glued due to the tears. He already imagines what you are going to do and he would love to help you with the baking, but you insist for him to rest.

You want to spoil him that night in every way possible.

Alucard takes some minutes to put himself together looking at a spot in the room and envying it's emptiness. He wishes he could rest his mind just for a second, forget all of those thoughts that crushed him. But following your sweet order, the dhampir heads to the bathing room. He fills up the tub with huge buckets and relaxes in it.

All the while you are preparing the dough of the muffins, looking in an old book of recipes that belonged to Lisa. Your lover and you always look for an advice in this tome, cooking together is one of your favorite activities.

Fourty minutes later, Alucard is already settled nicely on bed. His hair is wet and loose, he wears his usual white nightgown and hugs your pillow, sniffling it to pretend this is your body. That way, tears wouldn't come back.

Checking out the muffins, you smile widely seeing they are already baked, and with a cooking glove, you pick up the sweet treats. The scent was so good Alucard could feel it from your room.

You place the small cakes in a plate. Four of them: two for you, two for Alucard. And while you wait for them to cool up a bit, you prepare the chamomille tea.

The door delicatedly opens and Alucard's eyes light up seeing you enter holding the plate. If he was crying you couldn't tell, but some little sniffles leave his nose before he sits up properly.

In the moment he smoothly moves, you can see your lover is not wearing underwears, which causes tingles in your groin, but you try to focus on pampering him with you cooking.

"Here"

You sit by his side, brushing his hair behind his ear and placing the plate on top of a pillow. Slowly, you cut a piece of the muffin, the hot strawberry jam drips from it, and takes a forkful towards Alucard's mouth.

The man softly hums, his eyes squinting together adorably as he appreciates the bite. You clean the jam from the corner of his lips and lick it from your finger.

"Do you like it?"

Alucard nods, his expression is no longer miserable as the one he had hours before, though his face is still puffy from crying.

"Thank you for doing these things to me even when i don't deserve"

He says with a sad smile. You hate to see Adrian put himself down like this. It took you so much time to make him forgive himself and perceive his own qualities that every breakdown felt like it all was starting again. Once he swallowed the bite, you gently shove another forkful into his mouth.

“You deserve this and so much more.”

You smile, seeing his cute surprised expression. Leaning your head onto his shoulder, you watch Alucard grab the book he was reading before you arrived and the two of you share the muffins while reading out loud, switching the narrator from page to page.

Alucard gives the delicious muffin a last bite and finishes drinking the chamomile tea. Leaving a pleased relaxed sigh, he leaves the empty cup and the book over the nightstand. Your heart instantly flutters, seeing how your love appreciated your little spoiling.

Through the thin silk of his nightshirt, you could see the pink tone of his cock. You itched to, instead of attaching your lips onto the strawberry treat, suck on his shaft until his so much sweeter seed spilled into your mouth. You wanted to drive him mad with pleasure.

“How do you feel now?”

You ask, finishing your tea. He was visibly feeling better now, though his face was still puffy from the previous crying and his eyes were still red. The dhampir chuckles, softly patting his toned abdomen:

“Full.”

“Show me, then.”

You grin and Adrian knows exactly your game, but he plays is obliviously, slowly rising up the nightshirt and showing his almost imperceptibly distended torso along with that pretty thin waist of his and of course, his pink flushed cock which head rested on the plush bed.

God, you wanted to worship every inch of his body: from his collar, his chest, to his godly abs. how could a being be so magnificently, ethereally beautiful? Alucard looked like the incarnation of Apollo and you wanted to praise that body of his so hard, you couldn’t contain your arousal now.

Your fingers traced around his nipples, travelling down to his stomach. Alucard's heartbeat increased as you felt onto him like a pillow, pinned him down on the bed and started kissing from his neck to down his bellybutton, touching and praising every inch of his skin.

Stopping in there, you looked down at his blushy face, eyes begging for you to slid lower and lower. But you wanted to hear the words coming from his sweet lips:

"Love, please"

He whimpers and you smirk, scooting down until you are knealing but your higher body is over his groin, his cock juts on your chest, hard and urging to be sucked.

When he felt the heat of your mouth meeting his cock, Adrian gripped onto the she sheets. His golden hair was spread on the bed like sunlight in a lake. You begin slowly, twirling your tongue around the pink head as your hand caressed his balls.

Then, with half of the length into your mouth, you sucked it vigorously, making beautiful moans come from Alucard's throat. He is seeing heaven and squirms to the sight of it.

You hold his hips on the bed as he squirms in pleasure and feels the dash of seed climbing up his urethra, the movements you make are sensual but passionated, and all the while you look into his eyes.

His warm sperm fills up your taste buds as Alucard leaves one last but sluttiest moan. You release his cock with an audible popping sound, sitting up on bed and peering down at him with a smirk.

Just seeing your beloved in a trance of pleasure makes you wet. He is receiving the treatment he deserves. A tear of pleasure slids down his cheek as his chest rises and falls.

Putting himself together, Alucard sits up in a swift, smooth motion. He smiles gidly at you, dressing his nightwear again.

You reach out to cup his heated cheeks, they were no longer red because of crying, but because of love. You place a wet kiss on his skin, his long eyelashes flutter like the wings of a butterfly.

Adrian then snuggles onto your bosom as your back rests on the soft pillows against the bedframe. Your hand sinks under his hair, massaging his scalp in soothing, delicated movements as he relaxes to your touch, blushing at your praises.

That way, you two fall asleep for that night. And when sadness knocks on his door, you are willing to pamper him again, no matter in what way it is.

[blondbadbitchp]

blood moon

young Remus Lupin x you

Idea: struggling with period cramps and remus comforts you 

Warnings: fluff, period, sry for my bad grammar (english is not my first language, sometimes i randomly change between past and present, and i cannot explain why i am so dumb), not proof read

! NOT MY ARTWORK, but one of my fav remus fanart

Credits: lunopal_ (Instagram)

Note: just a little story to comfort everybody who's on their period right now or just don’t feel well. I’m definitely not the best at writing, just trying my best. Leave a comment if you like and tell me what you think :)

<3 <3 <3

“Hey little dove,” Remus was entering the common room, which was surprisingly empty for a friday afternoon. What he saw brought a worried look to his face. You were laying on the couch with your face buried in a red cushion, your favorite stuffed animal pressed close to your body. The only sound coming from you was an annoyed “mh.” 

“Darlin’ is everything okay?”

You tried to move your body and getting into a sitting position. “I got my period this morning and i just feel so exhausted.” You looked up at him with puppy eyes and said with a more soft voice “my stomach hurts so much and my breasts are so sensitive.”

Your wolfboy knew what to do. He came close to you and kissed your forehead, then your cheek and finally brushed his soft lips against yours. You tasted the honey chapstick he only put on because he knew you loved it so much. (Which he stole from your bag a couple of weeks ago) 

"you need to kiss my belly and cuddle me all night long," you explained to him.

“oh alright i understand, you want me to take care of my girl?” He said with a smirk on his lips. He already knew the answer. 

You didn't need to say more. Remus picked you up bridal style, carried you to the dorms and laid you carefully onto his bed and his soft big pillows. Remus was in front of you, with his large hands he pulled your (his) sweater up your body over your breast. 

"You feel comfortable like this, sweetheart? I need you to say something if you get cold"

“If you touch me with your warm hands in the next minute, Lupin, then i will not get cold” you shot back in a playful tone.

Before you could said anything more, his lips were on yours in a passionate kiss. You couldn’t hold back a smile. With his lips he traveled down your neck, to the place between your tits, then kissed your nipples softly. Meanwhile he put his hand on your hips, caressing the complete sides of your body down to your thighs. You always felt safe with him, he appreciated every part of your body. You never felt ashamed in front of him. Even though you didn’t always liked yourself and the way you looked.

“Darling i love your body, your thighs are beautiful and your belly is so soft. You just look like an angel” While saying that he smoothly grabbed the skin on your legs.

“Can I lay my head down on you?” Remus asked after kissing your stomach after every single sentence he said.

“Of course, I actually love it when you do that.” you answered him smiling.

He laid his head down on your stomach and his body took place between your legs. Honestly, this was his favorite place. His weight on top of yours was like those weight blankets against anxiety - it calmed you down in the best way. Your hands found their way to his slightly curled hair and massaged his scalp. He growled in response, his deep shade of voice sent shivers through your whole body. 

“Do you feel better?” remus asked after a few moments of peaceful silence.

“Yes, a little. My cramps stopped and my back hurts less now. Thank you.” 

“You know i would always take care of you” he paused for a second..”because i love you y/n.” He was now looking up from your body and locked his eyes with yours.

"And i love you” you could feel your own heartbeat so intense that every pain was forgotten.

This was the first time you said it to each other.

[ghostofthejungle]

I wish I could physically see and meet the braincell who told me it was okay to draw a whole ass PIANO

In my defense, I kept thinking about Sokka somewhen learning how to play; maybe, shortly after the end of the war, during a trip to the Fire Nation, he finds a broken piano in an abandoned room of the palace and manages to repair it (servants and guards decide not to question the din coming from said room day and night).

To everyone’s and mostly Sokka’s surprise, he is a natural: his fingers dance on the piano keys like they have no other purpose in the world and he is able to replicate tons of melodies by ear. Slowly, but inevitably, the notes generated by those black and white blocks become a great comfort for Sokka; his unspoken sorrows, fears and regrets turn into a melodic balm for his soul, the piano his trustworthy companion when he can’t sleep during the hot, endless summer nights.

He likes playing for an audience, but in certain cases the only thing he wants by his side is quiet, warm breeze accompanying the sound, while the moon´s cold rays gently wrap the dusty room.

It’s during one of these nights that a sleepless Zuko can’t help but follow a long-forgotten home call, Sokka’s notes materializing in front of him and guiding him towards something he didn’t even know he needed. He moves slowly, hypnotized, almost dreamwalking; the melancholic notes give voice to the cold air, embracing him like a soft blanket, soothing his spirit like a soft voice coming from afar, wandering through the Reigns just to find him and whisper in his ear everything he’s always needed to hear.

With this sensation strongly engulfed in every fiber of his being, Zuko stood in front of the door, meeting the pianist’s back in religious silence. He didn’t want to scare Sokka or interrupt the music + in that specific moment Zuko wouldn’t have been able to produce any sound whatsoever, even if he was asked to scream for his life: everything he ever wanted to express, and never dared to say, was wrapped around those tapered fingers, gently pressing the piano keys, tenderly stroking the most sensitive strings of Zuko’s soul, smoothly caressing his hair just the right way, just like his mother used to.

And when the song’s over a dense silence wraps the room, briefly interrupted by a dull tear falling on a gloomy D#, the same key Sokka touched last.

The candle on the piano suddenly lights up, allowing the tear to evaporate. A moonbeam escapes his trajectory and lands on Sokka’s widened eyes before a sincere, embarrassed smile warms his tired face. Sokka doesn’t turn towards the door, Zuko doesn’t walk towards him and neither of them will ever mention that night.

From that moment, anyway, Zuko rarely missed Sokka’s daily exercises, and Sokka didn’t mind at all; when he was there, for some reason, Sokka made some more mistakes, but he didn’t care. For once, he knew he didn’t need to be his usual perfectionist self to be understood, to give emotions, or to be useful, even.

Yes, Sokka could finally allow himself that self-indulgence with Zuko.

And there was no better feeling in the world.

Will I ever be able to capture all of this in a fanfiction or a fanart? Absolutely not. So, having said that, make do with this sketch and take care of it before I colour and definitely ruin it for good and for evil 🍵

[onedaughterofman]

Writing sessions #4 (Papa Emeritus II x g/n reader)

Summary: You have always been a good person. Tonight you don't want to be good anymore.

Tags/Warnings: flirting, mentions of alcohol and cigarettes, sexual tension, age diffence. Secondo being all dark and handsome.

A/N: Based on @piaart awesome fanart. I want to get it tattooed on my brain. I wrote this in one sitting while I should be getting ready for a trip across the country tomorrow at 5 am. Ow, fuck.

He’s a little bit older.

Well, maybe more than just a little bit. People say he likes to have a good time, no matter if it's day or night. He always comes after the sky is dark, open shirt, dress jacket.

Other employees don’t trust him. He’s got a bad reputation, they say. He wants one thing and one thing only, but so do you.

This man is devilish handsome, always carrying a knowing smirk on his painted face and a glass of something strong on his hand. When your eyes meet his mismatched ones, there’s fire in his pupils. You see it clearly.

Slowly, he waves his fingers, one big ring shining under the multicolored lights. Oh, Lord. You have always been good, but tonight…

Tonight you don’t want to be good anymore.

The club is not big enough when you find yourself sitting on his lap at an almost hidden table, barely minutes after your shift. Everything is too bright, too loud, and it’s pure luck his hands are around your waist, otherwise you’d be face down on the floor. At this point, you are not sure if it’s the alcohol you drank before approaching him or the strong smell of his perfume, but are drunk and intoxicated.

And you laugh. He smiles, too, thumb slowly tracing patterns on the bare skin under your shirt, right above the waist of your pants. He gets closer to listen to your rambles, so close you can feel the heat emanating from his body.

Oh, fuck. One look of those eyes, and you can’t breathe anymore. You are trapped, a deer in the headlights, a prey in the gaze of an apex predator. The man leans ever closer, lips grazing over the arteries in your neck before whispering in your ear. His voice is a low rumble, a hungry growl. A promise of a good time, maybe?

“Are you going back home alone tonight?”

The answer is no. Your head shakes before you even realize it, and he offers you another smirk. His eyes are dark, so dark you could drown and be rebirth on them, a whole new person.

Yes, you don’t want to be good anymore. If he kisses you, you might let it happen. Hell, if he decides to do more than just caress the skin under your shirt, you’ll actually thank him.

Bad reputation be damned, you need him. Right here, right now. There's nothing as intoxicating as feeling wanted, desired. Turning on his lap, your fingers latch to the buttons of his emerald green dress shirt. The man lets out a deep sigh, followed by a grunt when you undo one button. Then, another. Those pupils never leave your face, burning on your already sensitive skin.

“Please,” you say. “Can we leave together?”

Another button. Your fingers graze his chest, and he’s on fire. Gradually, one of his hands closes over yours, bringing it to his lips. A short, almost chaste kiss is placed on the back of your hand. The sweetness of the gesture doesn’t match the raw desire on his face.

“I’ll wait for you outside. You don’t want your boss seeing us leave together, si?”

Fuck, he’s right. It’s pure luck no one has spotted you in this… compromising position. Your shift is barely over and you are all over him, practically begging for him to take you.

It’s not your fault, though. He’s insatiable, evil maybe. A tempting serpent, calling for you to sin, to be devoured. This man tastes like alcohol and smoke when his lips brush yours before standing up. “Don’t take too long,” he says, as he leaves. “You and I have things to do.”

He’s a dangerous combination. You know it’s wrong, but he’s got you by the guts. He wants you, and you want him too.

If you are seeking heaven, then you are at the wrong place. Tonight, you’ll only get damnation. Fuck, isn’t it sweet? Almost as sweet as the aftertaste of his kiss. You only hope he’ll give you more to taste later.

PART II (+18)

ps: I listened to "My, oh, my" by Camilla Cabello for wayy too long while writing this.

[totesnothere04]

Day to Day Norm Pt.9

Norm Spellman x F!Quaritch!Recom!Reader

Disclaimer: I don't own any fanart, screenshots, or gifs used with my stories.

Warnings: Smut, fluff. I miss anything pls lmk.

Part 8

The moment you're both back in his kelku his hands are all over you. Caressing the soft skin of your arms and stomach. His mouth never disconnects from yours as you both start undressing eachother. When your top is off his hands slide up your stomach and rest on your breasts. You moan lightly at the touch and he responds with his own. His hands move down and he taps on your thigh to signal you to jump. You do and he catches you.

"You ready?" He asks in a breathy whisper and you nod.

"Yes I'm ready." You say and he guides his hard length between your folds. He slowly slides into you, inch by delicious inch, until he's fully seated in you. "Please move. Norm please." You beg him and he does. Your hands fly up to a wooden beam over your head to steady yourself and Norm uses that to his advantage. Now with your chest on full display for him, he takes one of your nipples into his mouth. You're moaning and writhing in his grasp as he continues to fuck into you at a desperate pace.

"15 years..." Norm mumbles when he releases your nipple. "15 years trying to be okay with my hand. It didn't work as well after I had you. I missed you... I missed you so much." Norm says with his emotions now running rampant and unchecked. Both of you are lost in the pleasure and emotions and you don't realize that Norm hit his high right as you did. He laid you down on his sleeping mat on your back as he continued his assault. His pace slows to a more sensual and loving pace as he takes in your blissed-out features. He brings his cheeks to your face and he mixes your scents to mark you as his, and his only. Without warning your eyes roll into the back of your head and you spasm as you cum again. Norm's pace falters and he stills inside you as he shoots another thick load into your womb. Not wanting to disconnect from one another you simply roll onto your side with your leg thrown over his hip. Norm pulls a blanket over the two of you and sleep comes quickly.

The next morning you wake up to Norm peppering kisses all over your face. You giggle as you bury your face in his chest and his chest rumbles with his laughter.

"We should get up and go get clean before other people start waking up." Norm says and you pull away from him. He does the same as the two of you make your way to the showers. You both shower quickly and get redressed and when you leave other members of the clan are up and about. You and Norm walk through the village hand-in-hand on your way to your dad's kelku. The two of you can't stop smiling as you get to your dad's kelku. You find him arguing with Lyle and Spider about clothing.

"C'mon boss... These aren't that bad. They're so freeing!" Lyle says as he does a jiggy and wiggles a bit too much of himself for your liking.

"Jeez Lyle there are kids here." Your Dad says and he pushes Spider behind him, only for his son to jump out from behind him.

"No I agree dad. A tweng is comfortable and allows for better movement. See?" Spider says as he starts swinging from one area to the next.

"I am not gonna walk around wearin' underwear." Your dad says exasperated and you can't help but burst into laughter, and Norm starts laughing too. The three of them snap their heads in your direction and Lyle slides his sunglasses down his nose.

"Damn." Lyle says as he looks you up and down and Norm wraps an arm around your shoulders. Spider jogs over to you and you help him climb up your back.

"Help me convince Dad to wear traditional Na'vi clothing for atleast my transfer today?" Spider asks and you smile.

"C'mon Dad. I won't bother you about wearing a tweng after Spider's transfer today. I'll leave you alone about it after it's done." You tell him and he sighs.

"Fine. But only for today and then tomorrow I'm putting my clothes back on." Your Dad says and disappears into the kelku. You chuckle and turn to Spider.

"Have you been convincing everyone to wear traditional Na'vi clothing?" You ask him and he smirks.

"Well yeah! It's my new birthday today!" Spider says excitedly and you smile so wide your cheeks hurt.

"Spider, your birthday was at the beginning of the year." You tell him and he waves off what you say.

"No I mean today is the day I'm reborn! Of course my birthday is still my birthday, but then I'll get to go through my rites! I'll get to be a true Na'vi." Spider gushes happily and you pat his head. "Buuuut, I'm not the only one who's doing something big today." He says and wiggles his eyebrows at Norm who hides his blush.

"What ever do you mean Spider?" You ask him and he bursts out laughing.

"The two of you mated again!" Spider says excitedly. "I get to be one of The People, I got my dad back, my sister back, and now Norm is officially my brother too." The way Spider talks you can see the happiness spreading through his entire being as he jumps off of your back. You make eye contact with Norm and he watches Spider with a fondness.

"It's weird." Norm starts once Spider is out of earshot. "To me he's always been one of The People. He just wasn't as tall as them and didn't have all their natural advantages. But when I think of him transferring to his avatar it feels like nothing will change." Norm says and you take his hand in yours as you nuzzle your nose into his neck.

"He seemed very close with the kids from the clearing. Especially the boy. I didn't have the time or the privacy to ask names but boy did he look exactly like Jake." You say and Norm chuckles.

"That was Lo'ak. I hope he didn't add any more stress to the situation than there already was." Norm says and you shake your head.

"Nope. The kid ran when I told him to so I'd say he did fine." You tell him and Norm shakes his head.

"Yeah, Spider has been close with Jake's kids since they were all little. Then again Jake and Neytiri had three within a two-year timespan." Norm says and you nearly choke on your spit.

"How's that even possible?" You ask astonished and Norm frowns.

"Grace's avatar was pregnant when she died. And that's Jake's older daughter Kiri. They adopted her as soon as she was born." Norm tells you and your frown deepens.

"And the kid that tackled me?" You ask him and his eyes nearly bulge out of his head.

"What did he look like?" Norm asks trying to figure out if it was indeed Neteyam you were talking about.

"No eyebrows, sharp challenging eyes, looked a hell alot like Neytiri." You tell him and Norm shakes his head.

"That was Neteyam. Their oldest son." Norm says and before you can ask about the little one he's already answering. "They also have Tuk, short for Tukitery. Though she usually thinks you're upset with her when you call her by her full name. She's their youngest child."

"I'm gonna forget names. For sure." You say and Norm laughs.

"Doubtful. With how much Spider is attached to those kids he's definitely going to drill it into your head." Norm says and you shake your head chuckling.

"Alright I'm going to help Max get Spider's avatar ready. I'm gonna braid his hair and see if I can find a tweng that would fit his avatar." You say and Norm nearly jumps at the words.

"I've actually got a few already prepared. They're in Max's lab." Norm says and starts to walk away but stops and turns back around. "I forgot to give this back to you last night." Norm takes your songcord off of the side of his tweng and holds it out to you. You take it from his hand and run your fingers over the beads. The last bead brings a wave of sadness and you look up at Norm with tears in your eyes.

"I'm so sorry. I have to tell you something." You tell him, but he puts a hand up to stop you.

"Neytiri told us the morning we were preparing your body for burial. I understand that as High Warrior it was your duty to fight alongside your Olo'eyktan." Norm says. He threads his fingers through yours and holds your hand. The two of you walk in comfortable silence as you make your way to Max's lab. When you walk in you grab a mask and tie it around your neck. Norm does the same and leads you over to a drawer and opens it. Inside was two twengs one was brown and the other was blue.

"We should start with the brown one and he can work his way to other colors. Besides I have some beads that I used in my hair back in the old times. To add a bit of color and character." You tell him and he nods. You look over to the empty growth pod and find Max just finishing cleaning it out. You move over to put the tweng on Spider's avatar and thank Eywa that male Na'vi genitals sheath themselves for protection. Norm helps by lifting the still-dormant body when you needed him to. You then focus on his hair sectioning it out and braiding around his tswin. You smile when you look down at your handy work. A throat clear behind you and you nearly jump out of your skin.

"That took forever." Your Dad says and you turn and smile at him.

"Braiding hair takes a while when you have alot of hair." You tell him. Your dad comes closer to the avatar and smiles down at him.

"He has your eye shape." You say and he chuckles.

"So do you." He says. "Where did ya get these?" Your Dad asks.

"They were the beads I used to braid into my avatar's hair." You tell him and he looks up surprised.

"How did you get 'em back?" He asks.

"Jake and Neytiri gave Norm all of my belongings after I passed. I was his mate so they were his. He couldn't bring himself to get rid of any of it, so he kept them all in a box in his kelku." You tell your dad who looks over at Norm, and he bashfully looks away. "Now that we are mated again he gave me my stuff back, and I am giving Spider the beads I used to wear... And my old bow." You tell your dad the last part quietly in case Spider snuck in without you noticing. The door to the mobile unit opens and Max walks in with Spider trailing behind him.

"I'm ready when all of you are!" Spider says and Max chuckles as he pats his shoulder.

"Norm and (Y/n) have been preparing your new body." Max says and Spider nearly glides over to you and looks over his avatar. His hands immediately go to the beads in his hair and he becomes giddy.

"These look like the beads that Neytiri used to braid into her kid's hair." Spider says and you chuckle.

"These were mine when I first joined the Omatikaya. Now they are yours, and Neytiri and I used to carve beads together often. Sometimes we would make matching beads for our hair or even our songcords." You tell him and he tearily chuckles.

"I feel like I'm dreaming and I'm gonna wake up soon." Spider says and you cup the side of his head.

"You aren't dreaming but soon you'll wake up in a new body." You tell him and he seems to turn into a kid again when he bounces once on the spot and giggles giddily.

"Mo'at gave us her blessing to make the transfer. So we are..." Max paused as he sorted out the calibration and flashed everyone a smile. "Ready." Max finally says and you help move Spider's avatar to its designated chair, while Max got Spider situated.

"Alright, Spider. Just let your mind go blank like you're going to bed." You say and he takes a deep breath and sits back. He closes his eyes and your dad looks around and raises a brow.

"Is it workin'?" He asks and Max nods.

"Yep. If you look right here it's working perfectly." Max says and your dad goes to look at the screen.

"I thought it would be louder." Your Dad admits and your ears shoot up in alarm.

"If it were loud that would indicate something would be calibrated incorrectly, which could lead to very bad things." You say and he scratches the back of his neck.

"Why is it taking so long?" Your Dad asks.

"It took longer for Norm. The data bank reads that it's almost 80% complete." Max says and your dad sits down to keep himself from pacing around the room. You take a seat facing Spider's avatar so when he wakes up you'll be there. Finally, after 10 more minutes of waiting his eyes fluttered open. He brings his hands up to see if it worked and he chuckles.

"It worked!" Spider said and Max started to undo his connections and restraints. As soon as Max stepped away you were infront of Spider with your hands held out for him to take. He did so and you helped him stand up. His tail came around and thwapped his arm and his eyes went wide as he looked down at it.

"Yeah bud. You've got a tail now." You say quietly and he continues to blink rapidly at it.

"I'm Na'vi now..." He whispers and you release an airy chuckle.

"Yeah." You tell him and he starts moving on his own. Not needing any help with walking.

"Woah... Max this is weird." Spider admits as he looks down at Max who laughs up at him.

"I don't know. I don't really see a difference." Max says and Norm agrees.

"Come on. I bet the others are going to be psyched to see you." You say and your group goes outside. Tarsem and Mo'at are standing there waiting and Tarsem greets your group with a wide smile.

"Ah! I was wondering if it worked." Tarsem says and he places a hand on Spider's shoulder. "This suits you."

"You can train to become one of the people now." Mo'at says and she and Tarsem gesture for you to follow the two of them. You do and they stop you a little ways away.

"You must tame another ikran to become a warrior again." Tarsem says and you nod.

"I understand, but I would like to build up my endurance and strength again. I'm at the same strength I was when I came to the Omatikaya all those years ago." You tell them and Both Tarsem and Mo'at like your answer. "I will tame an ikran when the others tame theirs." You tell them and they nod once.

"Your family is waiting to celebrate. Have a good evening." Tarsem says and he and Mo'at depart and you return to your family. Spider couldn't stop staring at his new body. You slid into a seated position next to him and flung your arm over his shoulders.

"How does it feel to be one of the people you were raised to be?" You asked him and he turned his head to look at you.

"It feels great. Like I was supposed to be here all along." He says and you chuckle quietly.

"Come. We are celebrating the success of the transfer... It's your new birthday after all." You tell him and he joins you and the others in a small familial get-together. You grabbed your bow and your quiver from your original time with the Omatikaya at the end of the night. You caught Spider as he sat near the edge of the camp looking out over the forest and breathing the air. You sat down next to him and offered him your bow.

"What's this for?" He asks and you pull him into your side.

"That was my bow when I was High Warrior under Tsu'tey. I'm giving it to you because that was my fresh start weapon, and now its yours." You tell him and he wraps his arm around your midsection and his tail follows suit.

The training was just as rough as you remembered, but you were prepared for it this time. As much as Setxä wanted to be as harsh of a teacher as Neytiri, no one alive would be able to. The only other person as ruthless as Neytiri was Tsu'tey, and he wasn't here to give his teachings. Nevertheless, you watched as your family grew stronger and faster. Better equipped to survive the harsh rainforest of Eywa'eveng. Before you could even comprehend it, it was time for your family to tame their ikrans. So you all set out with Setxä to go up the Hallelujah Mountains. Spider was nearly bubbling over with excitement as you got higher and higher into the mountains. So when you got to the nesting grounds of the ikrans Spider is nearly jumping on the spot.

"Spider, you will go first." Setxä says and he hands his bow off to someone else to hold for him. You go after Spider with your tie in hand to tie their mouth shut while you fight it, but none of them stay to choose you. The ear-piercing screech of a Toruk cuts through the air and you freeze on the spot. They shouldn't be up this high, because the ikrans would easily overpower it. This one didn't get the memo though because it emerged from below you and perched on the mountains edge infront of you. You stared up at it and it stared down at you. You finally moved to step away from it but it hissed at you. You stopped and decided to challenge this Toruk, so you hissed back. It became transfixed on you and suddenly lunged. You rolled out of the way and threw yourself onto its neck. It started to thrash and you fought to stay on it, but it threw itself off of the mountain with you still on it.

"Oh shit!" You screamed and wrapped your legs around the Toruk's neck. You got a good hold on your tswin and grabbed the Toruk's left antenna. You groaned as you put them together and put your feet in its nostrils.

"Sorry bud. I know they probably smell bad from the climb, but we'll get a saddle for you back at camp." You spoke to your new mount. You had your Toruk turn its trajectory up back to the nesting grounds, and flew up and over the mountain. Everyone started whooping and hollering as you flew by and you hear your dad yell out.

"That's my girl!" Your Dad yells and you yodle in triumph. After everyone tamed their ikrans and it was time to return to High Camp. Tarsem, as the Olo'eyktan, was there to greet his new hunters and warriors. When you landed last his eyes went wide as he stared up at Toruk, who you affectionately named Big Mack. She didn't seem to mind her name as you had called her by it a few times. You hopped off of her back and made your way to stand next to Spider.

"How does it feel Spider? Good to be one of The People?" You ask him and he smiles and nods as he continues to pat his ikrans neck.

"It still kind of feels like a dream. One minute I was overlooked and different, and the next I was accepted and just like everyone else." Spider says and you smile at his words.

"I would've raised you if things hadn't happened how they had. All that matters now is that we're here together. All of us." You tell him and he pulls you into a hug. Your dad joins and he looks over his shoulder at Norm then reaches over and drags him into the hug as well.

"You're part of the family too kid." Your Dad says and Norm laughs.

"My avatar is older than yours." Norm says through his laughs.

"So? I was cutting through Nigeria with the Marines when you were born." Your Dad says and you lightly push both of their heads.

"This isn't a who's is bigger contest guys. Cool it down." You say and Spider snickers and something catches his eye. He nudges your arm and gestures over to Tarsem.

"I think he wants to talk to you." Spider says and Tarsem is indeed staring at you. You untangle yourself from your family and make your way over to Tarsem.

"Toruk Makto." Tarsem says and chuckles then shakes his head. "I did not think we would have another so soon."

"I was thinking of a smaller mount maybe green in color, but she came to me." You tell him and he looks surprised.

"That is not JakeSulí's Toruk?" Tarsem asks and you shake your head.

"No. Jake's was a male and I think she may be one of his children." You tell him and he seems impressed.

"I wanted to talk to you about becoming my High Warrior. There was a reason my brother chose you and why JakeSulí took so long with picking a new one. You must be good at what a warrior does." Tarsem says and you cast your eyes over to your friends and family.

"I want to beable to help with the cause of cleansing the forest of the sky people's presence. But I want to beable to help Jake if he ever needs it. Which I have a feeling he will need help soon." You tell Tarsem and he hums in thought.

"Then I will take two High Warriors. It is not unheard of for an Olo'eyktan to have two." Tarsem says and you frown.

"I am aware of the feelings my younger brother holds for Jake's oldest daughter. If we were to go to him, unless they return, we would not be returning. I do not want to abandon my status if or when we leave." You tell him and he nods once.

"I understand your willingness to do what must be done for your family's happiness. I thank you for your honesty." Tarsem says and you bow your head.

"It is the best policy, Olo'eyktan." You say and he scoffs.

"I am your friend and you are a trusted confidant of mine. Please call me Tarsem." He says and you nod.

"Alright, Tarsem. I want to introduce my family to the Great Mother today. If I may take them to the Tree of Souls to connect with her." You say and he agrees. You go over to your brother and dad with a grin on your face.

"Spider I think it's time you connect with the Great Mother." You say and his eyes light up.

"Really?" He asks excitedly and you nod.

"It's time for all of you to connect with her." You say and turn to leave. You connect with Big Mack and mount her with your family following close behind. You all leave for the Tree of Souls and soon realize that Mo'at was flying next to you on her ikran. When you approach the tree you fly down and land. Mo'at places her hand in between Spider's shoulder blades and gently guides him toward the tree. Norm drapes his arm over your shoulder and you both follow them with your dad behind you.

"I will admit that I allowed my personal feelings to affect how I viewed you. You are a good man Spider and if you would allow me, I would like to be the one to introduce you to our Great Mother." Mo'at says and Spider nods. She takes his tswin in her hand when they reach the tree and she connects them. Spider takes a deep breath and his pupils dilate.

"They live within Eywa." Spider says quietly and Mo'at becomes curious from his words. "When I was a kid Jake and Norm always told me stories about (Y/n) and my dad. Jake would always say that they live within Eywa, and he's right." Spider says and you look at your dad from the corner of your eye and grab his wrist and lead him up to the tree. His eyes drift up the tree as he takes in its beauty. You take his tswin in your hand and connect it to a branch. You listened as Mo'at started to pray over Spider's connection, and watched as your dad became a part of a larger being.

"Wow... I always thought it was fake." He says as he holds the connection in his hands. Norm takes your hand and you both connect with the tree.

You're immediately transported to a different time and place. Grace had a cigarette between her lips as she looked over a few files on her tablet. She looked up from her work and smiled as she made her way over to you.

"Always had a feeling you'd make your way back." She says and her image flickered between her human body and her avatar.

"Couldn't leave Jake to save the world now could I?" You joked and when she laughed her body settled on her avatar. When she settled on her avatar the scenery changed to the old Hometree.

"He's grown more than you give him credit for." Grace tells you but you shake your head.

"He started a war and ran for the hills leaving a child to try to find for themselves, without knowing if he was safe or not. For that I cannot forgive him or Neytiri until proper action from them. I am well aware that he was associated with our dad's past but that doesn't justify their treatment of Miles. He was only a baby when my dad and I died." You tell her and she nods.

"I know, but they were afraid. Fear makes even the best people do irrational things." She says and your ears pinned back. "But I agree their treatment of him has no justification." You noticed that as she spoke her voice was fluctuating between hers and someone else's. You felt your curiosity peak as you listened to Grace speak.

"Grace are you alright?" You ask her and nods.

"I'm fine. I worry for my daughter and her well-being in her new environment." Grace's voice continued to fluctuate but you nodded in understanding her. Norm had told you all about Kiri and her connection to the Great Mother, the circumstances of her mysterious conception, and her seizure from when Norm had gone to try and figure out what happened.

"Grace... Who is Kiri's father?" You ask her and in the blink of an eye, Grace was gone, and replaced by a young female Na'vi. You took a step back in surprise, but in the moment you took your eyes off of her Grace was back in her place.

"The Great Mother was able to choose to save all that I was in my body. In one way or another." Grace says and you slowly start to piece the puzzle together.

"So that means that where your memory lives through Eywa, Kiri carries your spirit within her. Meaning she doesn't have a biological father." You say and Grace nods slowly. Everything fell into place in your mind and you put your head in your hands.

"I won't tell her or anyone. It's obvious that the Great Mother went to great lengths to keep it from her." You say and Grace nods again.

"I fear for her safety because the RDA has been tracking the flight path of the Samson that Norm took to get to them a month ago. They are getting close to Jake and his family on Awa'atlu, and there's nothing I can do to help them." Grace says and felt determination to protect your family flood your veins.

"Not if I have anything to say about it." You say and Grace seems curious. "I won't let you down. I'll ensure her safety, even if it means I lose my second life." You tell her but before you can pull away to leave she grabs your arm.

"You might not be my biological child, but I see myself in you. From the moment you walked into Hells Gate and flicked your hair over your shoulder and ignored Parker, I knew deep down you were important. To me you'll always be my first child and I don't want you to lose your second chance." Grace says and you shake your head.

"I won't fight just for Kiri. I'll fight for me, for Jake, for Kiri, and for my own children." You say as you set your hand on your stomach which hadn't started growing yet, but you knew they were there.

"I wish I was there to be their grandmother." Grace says as she too sets her hand on your stomach. "You need to tell Norm so that he knows before you take action. It nearly killed him when he lost you and your child last time." She says and you nod.

"I'm going to go now so that I can tell Norm the good news, and that I'm going to Awa'atlu. Jake needs me and I refuse to stand by as he fights this battle alone." You say and she pulls you into a hug. "I miss you everyday, Grace."

"I miss you too." She says and you pull away while disconnecting your queue from the Tree of Souls. Norm disconnects his a few moments later and you take his hands in yours.

"Norm, I'm pregnant." You tell him and his face goes slack in shock.

"Really?" He asks quietly and you nod. He picks you up in a hug and spins you in a circle. Your dad watches confused and Norm nudges you to tell your dad.

"I'm pregnant." You say and he he smiles and chuckles.

"I know. Watched two women go through pregnancies before." Your Dad says and you laugh at his words. Spider jumps into your arms smiling excitedly.

"I hate to bring down the mood, but Jake is in trouble. The RDA was able to track the Samson that you flew out to Awa'atlu and they're actively hunting for Jake and his family. I'm going to help him get them off his ass." You say and your dad snaps the strap of his gun strap.

"I'm comin' with ya." He says.

"I am too." Norm says and Spider nods.

"I will as well." Spider says and Mo'at sighs.

"I wish I could come with you, but I have yet to fully prepare Tarsem's mate to take over as Tsahík." Mo'at says and you set your hand on her shoulder.

"I am sure that we will beable to reunite you with your daughter and grandchildren again when the time is right." You tell her.

The next day is filled with packing the few belongings you all had, and Lyle and the rest decided to come as well. The nomad tribe you joked about seemed like more of a reality as it got closer to the time for departure. The weavers all worked together to finish the saddle for Big Mack and the rest. When the time came for departure you bowed your head to Tarsem and Mo'at, and you all flew off toward the reefs.

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After Midnight

A/N: Happy Elriel Month, everyone! I was so excited when @nitecourtfairytail & @elainsweetcobalt reached out and asked if I could write a fic for the INCREDIBLE FANART she commissioned for the "Happy Solstice" Prompt - so of course I said yes.

Prompt: Happy Solstice

AO3 - Enjoy!

The log cabin stood like a mirage against the snow-covered floor of the mountain, soft, warm lights flickering as if something – someone – disturbed them every now and then.

The first sight of the wooden cottage had almost sent Azriel sprawling onto the snow, mainly as he dove from the skies and landed with enough force to do so. But even as his knees buckled, he could focus on nothing but the familiar silhouette that moved against the light. Could think of nothing but his hands on her hips, of his lips on her neck as she writhed on top of him, bringing both to oblivion.

The biting cold was a mere whisper against his wings, the howling of the wind a distant memory as Azriel carefully unlocked the door, his throat suddenly too tight as he looked around, noting the dimmed lights and the sweet rosy scent that nearly made him groan.

Yet Elain was nowhere to find.

Flames danced in the large hearth of the fireplace, the only source of light inside the empty room. An empty wine glass had gone forgotten on the coffee table; the wine bottle next to it already half-way gone. A pair of familiar shoes had been carelessly discarded by the loveseat, where a blanket was rumpled against the maroon cushions.

He was late – he was so fucking late. When he had told Elain she’d have to wait a bit for him, he had never meant any longer than 10 minutes, but with Rhysand’s suspicious glances and Cassian drinking entirely too much, he had ended up staying 30 minutes with his brothers, sharing a bottle of champagne to celebrate another year spent together.

Azriel’s eyes flickered to the darkened hallway, his leathers suddenly feeling too tight, his skin too hot. His knees nearly gave away.

There, pieces of clothing laid on the floor, carelessly discarded on the wooden boards in a trail that led him exactly where his entire body craved to be. He could hear the faint sounds of water, a soft voice humming that heated his blood. Azriel walked in further, loosening his leathers as he followed the trail of pretty garments she had left behind.

A lavender dress, a white knee-sock, a pair of blue satin panties…

He loved his brothers, but for the first time in his life, he’d been more than fine forgoing their usual celebrations.

Steam curled as it rose from under the door leading to the bathing room, a dance so like his shadows’ that Azriel couldn’t help but smirk a little. Unlacing his boots, he dropped them unceremoniously on the ground, softly pushing the door open as his heart kicked up a beat.

For a second, it was as if he had entered a new reality – the air was heavy with the scent of jasmine and ginger, the steam stroking his skin like a sensual caress.

Azriel felt his breath catch.

At the centre of the sunken tub stood Elain, her back to him. Her golden-brown hair was pulled up, revealing the very same neck that had starred in so many of his fantasies. From the waist down, her body was covered by the warm water, her sinful curves not any less obvious than what they had been just last night when she had ridden him in her own bedroom. Her hands lapped her own skin in some kind of golden oil, and Azriel felt it like a phantom touch on his own skin.

He knew what that touch would feel like. Knew her hands – scarred, from her gardening – would be rougher than what they looked, but never less kind; never less curious. A touch so uniquely hers, he knew nothing could ever compare. He had never shied away from it – couldn’t even if he tried.

“You’re late.” She simply said, never once turning to fully face him. How she had heard him come in, he wasn’t sure. But then again, he too always knew whenever she was around.

“Forgive me.” He said, his voice hoarse. Elain turned, giving him a full view of what he had missed for 30 fucking minutes. She simply smiled; her big brown eyes entirely too innocent for how sinful she looked. Surrounded by steam, skin glistening against the pale moonlight that painted the room silver – she was a goddess incarnate.

It was all he could do not to drop to his knees.

Azriel swallowed, his eyes never leaving her own as he peeled his leathers away from his body, a small smirk on his lips as he tilted his head and dropped them to the floor. He knew how she liked when he took over - how wet she got whenever he teased and punished her. An illusion, all of it. If there was anyone coming undone, it was him, and they both knew it.

Still, Azriel peeled away his leathers with a predator's grace - lethal, dangerous. Elain’s lips parted, a shaky breath leaving them as her eyes darkened, following the movements of his hands as he fully undressed. 

“Did you start without me, love?” He wondered if she was aware she was moving closer to the edge of the tub, that in no time she’d be by his feet, looking up at him with that pretty blush painting her cheeks. He hardened just from anticipation.

Before she could reply, he was entering the tub, his clothes long forgotten on the floor behind him. Elain yelped, trying to step away before he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her against his own body. 

The warmth of her skin against his nearly made his eyes roll to the back of his head in relief, the press of her wet skin against his hard member making them both release a shaky breath. Azriel dropped his head low, pressing a sweet kiss against her cheek, her jaw, her neck.

“You were late.” She rasped, as she tried to push him away.

“I know, baby. I’m sorry.” 

“I missed you.”

Azriel pulled her chin softly, pressing his lips against hers oh so slowly. “Let me make it up to you.” He murmured against her mouth, revelling in the goosebumps that immediately covered her exposed skin. He felt, rather than saw, Elain melt against his touch, her body moulding to his as if it had memorised the way they came together, night after night.

His hands reached for her thighs, grabbing her so they wrapped around his waist. Azriel found the urge to enter her warmth, to fuck her against the wall as she clawed at his back, moaning his name as she came around his cock.

But tonight, there would be no sneaking out. Azriel wouldn’t have to leave her bedroom before dawn, Elain wouldn’t have to ask him to stay, only to hear the very same reply he gave her every single night. That they couldn’t; that it was better to have this in secret, than have nothing at all.

For the first time in weeks, they were in no hurry – and fuck if he wasn’t going to take his time with her.

They already had dinner, they’d exchanged gifts and danced for hours. Now, everyone was entirely too busy celebrating Solstice together to wonder where they had both disappeared to.

At least he hoped so – because nothing short of death would stop him from having Elain tonight.

He set her down on the edge of the tub, gently parting her thighs wider as his eyes roamed her body. He kissed her once, twice, smiling as she whined when he pulled away.

“Lay down, love.”  He asked, licking his lips as Elain bit her own, falling back on her elbows as she watched him under hooded eyes. She raised her legs, gently resting them on his shoulders, knowing exactly what to do even as he nipped at her inner thigh.

“You’re a fucking dream.” He growled, and before Elain could answer, Azriel was pressing his tongue against her entrance, licking, and nipping as his hands caressed her legs. Elain moaned, one hand pulling at his hair as her hips moved recklessly against his face. Azriel could barely think as her scent and taste flooded his senses, his cock painfully hard as she begged for him.

“Don’t stop.” She pleaded, but he couldn’t even if he tried. She was addicting – the taste of her arousal on his tongue, the sinful whimpers coming out of her lips as her legs started quivering around his ears.

“Needy girl.” He growled, pushing two fingers inside her, curling it just slightly in a move that made Elain’s back arch, her legs squeeze around his head. “Come for me, love.” He urged, pumping his fingers.

“Fuck.” She cried out as her hands pulled at his hair, her pussy clenching around his fingers. It was all he could do not to come right there and then, watching Elain fall apart.

Azriel licked her once more, enjoying the shiver that ran through her body. He couldn’t stop touching her skin, couldn’t stop pressing his lips against her hip, her belly, her breasts. Elain was panting, eyes heavy-lidded and a loopy smile on her lips as she looked down at him. Azriel smiled back.

“Better, love?” He rasped, making Elain sit as she bit her lip. He reached up to lick it, simply because he could.

She sighed, her hands playing with his hair as she looked down at him with a thoughtful expression. “You were very late.” She said as she scooted closer to the edge. Azriel laughed, the sound deep and joyous as he held her hips in place, even as she tried to get back into the tub.

Elain frowned, a silent question in her eyes as she watched him. But Azriel simply kissed her deeply, stealing her from any doubt. “Not here, love.” and he kissed her again, denying her any complaints.

In one quick move, he climbed out of the tub, pulling her with him as he sat down on the wooden benches. His hands trailed down her curves, helping Elain rise as she straddled his lap. 

She smiled nervously. “What are you doing?” She asked, breathless.

Azriel kissed her, his hand holding her chin in place as he said, “I want to see all of you when you take me.” And he kissed her, his tongue licking at her lips, asking for permission.

It didn’t take long until Elain’s tongue was exploring his mouth, her soft sighs and moans a divine symphony playing just for his ears. His hands were exploring her naked body freely, painting trails of water along each curve and dip of skin. Azriel was gloating over the trail of goosebumps following each fingertip of his. 

Elain’s hips rocked against his own, her sex gliding over his cock. causing them both to moan at the feeling, each more eager for their joining than the other. Azriel softly pushed her away, his lips trailing kisses down her cheek and to her neck, his tongue swiping on the sensitive skin before biting into it. Elain’s whimper made him shudder in anticipation, his cock throbbing between them. His mouth found her breast, while his left hand massaged the other. He started sucking on her tits, biting softly at the sensitive skin, making Elain drop her head back as he nibbled at the rosy flesh.

“Azriel, fuck.” She moaned.

Azriel pulled away, a wicked smirk on his lips. The way her body responded to his touch was the closest thing to heaven Azriel had ever experienced. “Such a dirty little mouth, love.”

She held onto him with only her left arm, her body still flush against him, as her other hand wrapped around his cock, slowly pumping it as Azriel continued to tease her nipples.

He squeezed her ass before pulling one of his hands away and grabbing her neck softly, making her look up to his eyes, a pleading look on her face.

“I know, love.” He licked her bottom lip before kissing her hard, his cock brushing against her centre once again. She whimpered, clawing at his back, and bringing him closer to her body. 

“Don’t go gentle on me.” she whispered, her voice weak and pleading. 

And so he didn’t. 

Azriel grabbed the shaft of his cock and aligned it with Elain’s glistening pussy, slowly rubbing it against her. They both released moans of pleasure, and before Elain could even open her eyes, Azriel was inside her, long and deep, stretching her taut around his length. She gasped as he stopped breathing, all his strength focused on not coming inside her right there and then.

A whimper broke off her lips as he slammed his hips against hers. With Elain straddling him, he was able to reach every deep spot inside her. His fingers found their way to her slick folds, rubbing them as she clenched around his cock. Elain started to move her hips too, her body following his as she whimpered, her lips pressed against his shoulders.

“Just like that, love.” He rasped, lips parted against her ear. “Fuck yourself on my cock.”

“Azriel.” She gasped, as he snaked his arms under her knees, pulling her up and down his length.

“Do you know-” he captured her lips. “-I spent the entire time I was away dreaming of being inside you?” his hips moved in long, rolling strokes, her calloused hands pulling at his hair, clawing at his neck. He pulled her hair away from her face, looking into her eyes even as he thrust inside of her. “You make me lose my mind, Elain.”

He raised her hips again, lifting them so that only the tip was wrapped in her warmth, letting gravity bring her back down, over, and over, and over. Each brutal stroke was a reminder that they were real, that he had her in his arms, on his cock. That they were simply inevitable. “What would they say if they saw you like this Elain?” He asked, arms never faltering as he raised her up and brought her down his cock. Elain’s skin flushed scarlet, a soft moan falling from her pretty lips at his dirty words.  “Look at you, love.” He rasped, his own body nearly giving in as he felt her tremble around him. “You’re desperate for me.”

He kept the pace of his fingers even as her hips moved faster, her entire body shaking from her effort.

“You look so beautiful around my cock.” He groaned as he felt her clench at his words; his own voice breathless as he felt his stomach heat. “Come for me, love.” He pleaded against her lips, a broken man for her alone. “Be a good girl for me.”

And it was all it took for Elain to cry out, loud enough for it to be heard across the mountain. Her pussy clenched around his cock hard enough to make him see stars. Azriel thrust harder into her, the world around them disappearing as he came inside of her with a shaky breath, his hips pressing hard into hers as he spilled inside her.

Azriel kept thrusting, his hips moving slowly as they both rode out their highs. Elain was still holding on to his neck, peppering his mouth with kisses, even as Azriel laid down on the bench with a groan, her body never pulling away from his.

They made no move to leave, her fingers drawing circles on his chest as Azriel felt himself return to earth. Elain chuckled, eyeing him with mirth glinting in her eyes. She looked so beautiful he felt his chest cave in. 

Azriel smiled softly, brushing her hair away from her face. “What?”

“If Rhysand and Cassian ever find out what we did in here…” she chuckled, the sound warming his skin. 

“They’d kick me out for a century.” He smiled softly, pressing a kiss to her lips.

Elain eyed him carefully. “Worth it?” She asked in a small voice.

He would never be able to explain just how much - not that it would stop him from trying. “There has never been anything worth more than you, love.”

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Stucky corruption kink 🤤

related to this (I think, lol)

(You'll like this fanart, btw, if you haven't already seen it, lol)

If we're relating this ask back to that other one as I imagine you meant to, then I can so picture Bucky wanting to make up for the time they lost. Tender and intense. He feels a little cheated by time and what they could've had if only they'd gotten their heads out of their asses faster. If their lives had gone different. Obviously, he's more than thrilled by how his life has ended up, bringing him back to his Stevie. That's more than enough, but... at the same time, curiosity is hard to satisfy.

What might they have had if they ended up being honest with their wanting before the war? What might've it been like if Steve had actually been as shy about sex as Bucky had thought he'd be? What might have unfurled if they were sneaking around and hooking up before Steve started working to unwind some of the shame of being queer and having explicit needs, those feelings pressed violently into him by society?Like, fuck yeah, Steve blushes and he can get so worked up over the thought of something he wants that he stutters and gets his tongue tied, but it's not simple shyness these days. It's not manners programmed into him still even all these years later. Really, it's that pretty Irish complexion and that mind that whirls faster than than his mouth can keep up with, sometimes leaving his fantasies unfolding in his mind's eye while his body sits back and lets it boil over, seemingly zoning out, day-dreaming vividly of sex. But, again, it's not shyness. Pity for Bucky.

Lucky for Bucky, though, Steve is more than willing to play that part, knowing what he has a craving for. He's more than willing to surrender to Bucky's wants. Anything. Everything. He's so salacious, entirely willing to unfold, to let Bucky have his way--to let Bucky touch him so slowly and softly that he wants to crawl out of his own skin, caressing him as if he goes any faster, he'll spook Steve. Treating him like he's a pretty, delicate fawn with batting lashes and big eyes; skittish and untouched by the spoils of humanity.

Bucky wants to spoil, ruin, and break him.

He wants to be the one.

He wants to do awful things to Steve, starting with a blank, shy canvas, and tearing it apart until he's smeared with paint, torn, and sobbing with how it feels. So good.

He's gonna start with nice, sweet touches. He's gonna bring him pleasure he didn't realize his body was capable of feeling, touching him all over, dragging his fingertips, feathering, down his neck to his chest, over his collarbones, circling his nipples until they get so hard that Steve has to squirm, panting, he wants them touched so badly. He's gonna flirt his hands down his stomach, dragging his nails lightly over his hip bones and the thin, delicate skin stretched taut over the very low of his belly, just above his cock until he has goosebumps. He's gonna barely scratch his nails over Steve's inner thighs until his cock twitches heavily, so embarrassed about how much he likes it and how good it feels that Steve slaps his hands over his face, hiding. Blushing. Breathing heavy.

Bucky is going to wear him out, touching him everywhere, submerging him in pleasure until his sensibilities are shot. Shame burning away. Then, he'll touch him harder, rougher, better. He's gonna show Steve. He's gonna make him crave it harder. Progressing until he needs it like that. Until he can't take the soft, agonizingly drawn-out sweetness now that Bucky's shown him the indulgence of rich, heavy flavors, that's what he wants. A kick in the teeth.

More.

Bucky wants to see him surrender to more.

He wants to take him from lips trembling, tongue tied, hardly able to whisper, "...yes," ducking his head to avoid making eye contact when asked if he wants it, unable to confront how badly he needs it, he's never known he could have needs like this, so strong, all the way to corruption. He wants to erode those shy, neat sensibilities until he's drooling, not whispering "yes," but breaking into panting, moaning, "please, please, please-!"

He wants to tear down his ignorance and shame and turn him into a slavering, uncontrolled slut that feels most at home on his knees. Where he belongs.

Steve might start curled up and shied away, wanting it badly but not knowing how or what to ask and not knowing if he's allowed to want it--unsure if there's even anyone else who wants like he wants--but that's not now he ends. Not after Bucky's done with him. Bucky corrupts him until he knows all he wants is to roll over and show his tummy, panting, chest heaving, aching between his legs.

Fuck me.

Now Steve can't fathom how he used to go without it, how'd he live without being filled and fucked? He thinks about it all the time now, he can't go more than a day without it. The heat, the pleasure, the sticky wetness dripping between his cheeks, down his balls, down his thighs, drippy and melted like a gooey-centered desert, messing up the sheets. He's helpless. He needs to be used. He needs it. He wants it. Please.

Bucky showed him the light and now, no matter what, he can't get him off of his tongue, his fingers, his cock, their toys, or even his own fingers. Steve's corrupted. That's when Bucky knows he is. Truly. He's worn down and corrupted into his little slut--always stuffing himself full if Bucky isn't doing it for him. He needs to be satisfied. He wants to be mindless and sweet for him. It's all he's good for, and he knows it 'cause Bucky told him so!

So, who says Steve's the only one with an overactive imagination and fantasies? Bucky clearly has his own 😏

[calinsomnia]

Realship Head cons

○ He is a very protective boyfriend, just like he is protective over his little brother.

○ Would take his partner out and skip rocks on the river or just enjoy the river scene.

○ Would shyly try to show affection. It’s really hard for him to do so.

○ He would always enjoy his partner company. It eases him.

○ Sometimes, he likes to tease his partner. By the way, he tells horrible puns.

○ Would tell you about the future he wants to see

○ Possessive AF

○ He is a very protective boyfriend, just like he is protective over his little brother.

○ Would take his partner out and skip rocks on the river or just enjoy the river scene.

○ Would shyly try to show affection. It’s really hard for him to do so.

○ He would always enjoy his partner company. It eases him.

○ Sometimes, he likes to tease his partner. By the way, he tells horrible puns.

○ Would tell you about the future he wants to see

○ Possessive AF

Madara was the leader of the Uchiha, a man of little words. He often stuck to himself and watched his people from afar. Madara was a ruthless leader, but even the most ruthless people have a weakness. For him, it was the feelings he was starting to develop for you. No matter how hard he tried to ignore them, those feelings for you were becoming overwhelming. On his walk around the village, Madara decided to stop to watch the clan's Shinobi train. His eyes trained on you as you went through the jutus like a hawk. As he watched you train hard with the others.

Touched by your willingness to protect the village, he smiled slightly, a rare sight. He heard you yelp when you did a lighting jutus incorrectly burning your arm. Madara rushed over to you quickly, concerned about you. " Are you okay? Let me see it now!" He demanded. You reluctantly show Madarar your burned arms. It was worse than he thought. You had been training all day and had messed up the dangerous jutus a few times, so your arms were burned badly. You gave him a cute smile, hoping not to get lectured. "Madara, I'm fine. Really." You said, trying to convince the brutating man that your burns were nothing to worry about. You tried to hide your arms behind your back, but.

Madara caught your wrist, keeping you in place. His tone was harsh. "Do not lie to me. Let me see it. " His hands easily fit around your wrist. You sighed and nodded, looking away shyly. You pulled up your sleeves, revealing your burned arms. Which were covered in burn marks from training. You hung your head ashamed, feeling embarrassed and guilty for not doing better. Knowing you should have been more careful, you looked up at Madara with an apologetic look on your face. You blushed deeply and shyly from how close he was. "I......I'm sorry......I just wanted to get stronger."

Madaraa was taken aback by the sight of the burns. He was surprised at how by how shy and ashamed she looked. Madara's expression softened when he saw her looking down. His hand moved from her wrist to her cheek, caressing it gently. "It's okay, don't be ashamed. You tried your best. Just be more careful next time." You nodded cutely, your hair falling into your face slightly. You smiled softly and hestantly hugged Madara to thank him for his concern and gentle care. Madara was stunned that you hugged him ,looking at you with a raised eyebrow and slightly widen eyes.

He returned the hug, smiling slightly, still taken aback by the sudden affection. Madara gently ran his fingers through your hair and held you close protectively. "Let's go get your arms fixed up, okay?" He sad sweetly

(Fanart is my own)

[itsnotreal]

nikki can u pls write the kissy fic and can it pls be 5 million word thank u <333

“Lou.” Harry giggled, as the other man kissed over his lower tummy, made his way up each of his laurels, then pulled his shirt down.

“Gonna find a way to kiss every inch of you one day.” Louis said from where he hovered above him, then dipped down and pressed a kiss to his lips.

“Oh, yeah? Even my toes?” Harry smirked, biting his lip to hold back a bubble of laughter (and failing).

“Even your toes.” He nodded, face serious for a moment and then he ducked down and pressed kisses along his throat, up to his ear and whispered, “Especially your toes.”

Harry tilted his head back and cackled, “Didn’t realize you had a foot fetish, Lou.”

Louis pulled back and fixed Harry with a fond smile, “Think it’s more of a Harry fetish, honestly.” And then he moved to the side, slotted his body beside his boyfriends and held him close. “Love you.” He murmured in his ear.

“Is that so?” Harry questioned, voice teasing.

“Oh, do you not believe me?” Louis gasped, then pressed his lips over Harry’s cheek; kissed him twenty eight times rotating from his neck and cheek, a hand caressing his chin and the other arm wrapped behind his head, other hand on his forehead to hold him in place. “How ‘bout now?” He asked, voice breathy.

Harry’s face was flushed, he had his head tilted to the side pressed into Louis touch, a giggling mess. “Yes, Lou.” He shook his head, giving him a nose scrunch. “I love you, too.”

Based off this amazing fanart

[jeweled-blue-eyes]

If MedLleu had the same eye color we could've had a scene that went like:

Lleu reaches up to caress my face. His finger tips were cold and pale almost translucent, like that of the cold fog we both breathe out. He was trapped under me and I was trapped a top him. Everything was a blinding white, from the snow, to the sky, to my tangled messy hair. It felt like we were drowning together and alone, and the sole thing keeping me, keeping us, grounded were the famililar black eyes reflecting into each other. My gaze was dull like a stone while Lleu's was brilliant like diamond.

Yet nevertheless..

"I'm so happy"

My little brother grins like a fool, wide-mouthed and baring all his teeth.

"I'm so happy we share the same colored eyes Medraut. This means that despite everything, we're brothers right?"

My dry lips cracked as I grit my teeth.

Yes that was true. Even if one day he was gone, even if one day I give in and finally kill him and bury his body in mountains of snow, even if I scrub his entrails from my my fingers and under my nails. I'll never be able to wash off his blood for I have it inside me as well.

Jewelie do you see my vision?

Have I died and ascended to heaven? My beloved mutual is writing a drabble for my rarest of rare pairs. Thank you so much! I love it and shall reread it over and over again for the whole week! I'm not kidding every fanart you draw of them enlightens my day. Giggling and kicking my feet whenever you drop a message in my inbox. This is pure serotonin.

You say you have not read the book, yet you manage to perfectly capture Medraut's muddled feelings for Lleu and set his violent thoughts in contrast to Lleu's naivity and innocence. Lleu is just happy he and his brother have something in common and wants to bond with him wheras to Medraut it's probably just another reminder that although he's related to their father, even more than Lleu is, he'll never be as cherished as Lleu. I especially loved the last sentence I'll never be able to wash off his blood for I have it inside me as well. <- insane. what do you mean do I see your vision. our minds are psychically linked

[yesifitswithyou]

I Wish it wasn't a Dream | Critical Role

for some reason this was inspired by this fanart. don't as me why, i don't understand my brain either. anyways, here's some fluff and angst about campaign 3 episode 34. yes, this is an Imodna fic. yes, this is sad.

btw, this was done super quickly earlier today so please excuse any mistakes.

also available on AO3 !

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Summary:

Laudna visits Imogen's dreams

[Major spoilers for Episode 34]

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She was in a field. The wind was gentle against her hair and the tall grass caressed her calves. It was strangely calm.

Imogen looked around her, trying to find anything.

Where was she?

“Imogen?” That voice.

Her neck almost cracked at the speed.

She was there. She was there, right in front of her. She’s here. She’s okay. She’s here. She’s standing. She’s here.

Her legs started running towards Laudna.

“Laudna!” Her arms wrapped her, relief flooding every vein. “I can’t believe- You’re here. You’re okay. You’re okay. You’re here.” Her throat tightened.

She heard Laudna exhale through her nose.

“I’m not here for long dear.”

Imogen’s heart stopped. She looked up. “What do you- No, you can’t- What do you mean? You can’t leave m- us. We need you. I need you.”

Laudna’s smile warmed her heart. “You’re more than capable to be by yourself.” There was that teasing voice. Imogen rolled her eyes affectionately.

“You know what I mean.”

“I do. I do.” Laudna looked in the distance and right back at Imogen. “Shall we sit?”

Imogen smiles, remembering their travels together. Those evening where it was just the two of them in a field filled with flowers, the warmth of the sun tanning her skin and the breeze caressing their cheekbones.

Soon they were sitting in the dirt, Imogen’s head on Laudna’s lap as she played with her hair. Imogen couldn’t get her eyes off Laudna.

“I thought I lost you.” Imogen’s voice shy, scared of going back to the nightmare.

“I’m always going to be with you. No matter what happens.” Silence washed over them again for a couple of seconds until Laudna spoke up. “Imogen, it isn’t your fault.”

“What?” She was confused. Genuinely confused.

“It isn’t your fault. Fearne, Orym, me. It isn’t your fault.”

Flashes of that day ran over her like skirmish crawlers. She sat up to look her in the eye.

“I should’ve done something to stop her. I shouldn’t have ran. I-”

“You did everything you could do to protect us. That’s who you are.” Her cold hand cupped Imogen’s face. “And you did great. You saved them.”

Imogen’s hand covered Laudna’s. “But I couldn’t safe you.” Tears welled up in her eyes again. “I should’ve done more.”

“You did everything you could.” Her face was so close, her breath brushed against her lips, “You did great, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you.” Her cold lips kissed Imogen’s burning forehead. More tears streamed down her face.

“This is a dream, isn’t it.”

Laudna nodded. “It is.”

“I wish it wasn’t.” Her voice was trembling, her eyes struggled to stay open and her throat hurt with each sob.

“Me too.” Their foreheads touched in the most intimate embrace. Both pairs of eyes shut as they enjoyed each other’s presence. “Promise me you’ll stop blaming yourself?”

Imogen shook her head, her eyes still closed. “I can’t. I can’t. I- I just want you back.” Her forehead felt cold as Laudna took distance. Her free hand took Imogen’s chin and lifted it up, making her look her in the eyes.

“I love you, okay?” Her words felt stable, grounded. Imogen felt the truth behind them. “I don’t want you to blame yourself over this. You did nothing wrong. It’s not your fault.”

“I love you, too.” Her tears distorted her words. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do without you.”

“You’re not alone.” Something cold was pressed against her hand. Some cold metal. Imogen looked down at it. It was the ring she had gifted her. “Keep it for me?”

More tears and more sobs, but she nodded in agreement. “I miss you so much.”

“I’m always going to be right next to you.” Laudna kissed Imogen’s hand, the ring inside her fist. “We’ll meet again, I promise.”

Imogen opened her eyes. Tears stained her face and the bed under her.

She looked next to her, only to find an empty bed.

She cried again.

[zorosq]

under the moon ; monkey d. luffy

↻ tooth-rotting fluff, luffy is quiet (surprise), sleep, grammatical error, not proofread

↻ pairing ↬ luffy x gn!reader!

a/n i got inspired by this one art from @/__sattva__ on twt while i was looking for shanks' fanarts!! you guys rlly should check them out! theyre rlly talented <3

the soft light that came from the moon caress your skin in a gentle manner. luffy wondered if you were an angel with how beautiful you look under the moonlight.

your head lolls to the side, leaving you in an awkward position where your neck would be sore the first thing in the morning.

it was your turn to stay awake at night and watch the empty yet calm ocean if there was any enemy in sight. luffy had volunteer to accompany you tonight. which is why you were currently sleeping at his side.

he had convinced you to sleep, seeing how you had yawned every two second. he promised that he would be on the lookout. though he did nothing of that sort. instead, he was admiring you.

he wasn't going to lie to himself but he started to feel like sanji with how he would stare at you every second he get just like how sanji would stare at beautiful woman.

these anonymous feelings that kept on swirling in him felt both uncomfortable but also nice. he wanted them to leave but at the same time, he wanted to feel more of it.

too deep in thought, he didn't realize how your head had shifted and it finally unfortunately had fallen on his shoulder. he was tense. his face felt hot. he didn't know why.

was it your cute little features? was it the way you fingers were itching to grab onto something and incidentally grabbed on his hand? or was it your beauty?

when did he start to find you beautiful? he didn't know.

he had always knew you were beautiful. but had you always been this pretty? in his mind, yes. either way, it didn't matter. because your physical touch had gotten his face all red.

you made him feel hot and bothered. but he liked the feeling. the adrenaline of it. the adventure of it.

and so, he shall continue to offer a company to you every other night that you needed to be on the lookout. the image of you under the moonlight were already etched in his mind. it wasn't going to leave anytime soon. no- it will never leave his mind as long as he lives.

[sweetgummyberry]

"Attention"

Manjiro sano x reader

Fluff 💞

//Credits to @paeteron on twitter for this cute fanart of our bby mikey❤️//

"mikey!, come here!!" you were chasing him around the living room for almost an hour, running circles at the couch while piercing a dissapointed look behind him

He was running faster than you, almost impossible for you to chase him and stop him. Loud giggles coming from his mouth thinking that all of these are just a game, you can't help but to stop midway and tell him to behave. You finally got the time to stop midway and scold him

"manjiro!, i'm already tired running circles with you here, now give me that phone" you comand him as he looks at you emotionless while still holding your phone on his right hand, he puts his arms on his chest changing his expression from emotionless to a childish pouty look

"never call me manjiro, i hate it when you call me like that!" he glares at you as he slowly walks away, he really knows that whenever you call him manjiro it means you are mad at him and he always hates it

"it's not fair that you're always on your phone and not giving any attention to me" he looks away, closing his eyes and left a loud "hmph!" on his lips before walking away leaving you behind him in disbelief

You sigh loudly as you went to the kitchen counter to drink some water, you are stressed with your studies and really can't study peacefully without being interrupted by your boyfriend mikey

You went upstairs, passing by through each doors in the hallway, you suddenly stop when you heard a familiar voice coming from your room, soft sobs is coming inside it, and you made your way to lean your ear through the door to listen to whatever you can hear from him

"it's not fair that she gets to ignore me all day, i mean ins nat fer (it's not fair)" you can hear mikey having a conversation by himself and talking while munching on a food, you can hear that his voice sound a little bit low and almost near to cry again

"dorayaki-chan do you think y/n-chin is busy chatting another guys?" he sobs a few times before talking again "hmmm, maybe you shouldn't just talk about that mikey, she will never do that" his voice somehow turned higher and more girly like as he was trying to make his dorayaki speak

"should i go talk to her dorayaki-chan?"

"yes you should mikey, and you should give back her phone and apologize" you giggle quietly at his cuteness and childish acts

"but i can't face her right now dorayaki-chan, i might cry infront of her and i might make her feel bad" he sobs again as you feel a regret for not giving him enough attention, he really thinks you don't love him anymore and it's making you sad

"do not worry mikey!, now go before it's too late!!" his voice pitch higher again as he agrees with his dorayaki, you can hear his footsteps coming near to the door and you quickly made your way downstairs as soon as possible but it's too late. He's now infront of the door looking at you curiously

"y/n-chin?"

You face him slowly as he looks at you with his emotionless face, you freeze at your spot as he was there, standing a little far from you waiting for your response

"u-uh..." you fidget your hands as you think of an excuse, you can hear him sigh as he walks closer to you. You got shocked when he suddenly holds your waist and hugs you, laying his chin on your shoulders

"i-i'm sorry y/n-chin, i will never do that again.." he hugs you tighter than before as you felt a drop of liquid fall on your t-shirt, he's crying again

"it's okay mikey, i already forgave you, now don't cry" you caresses his soft fluffy blonde hair as he continues to sob and cry on your shoulder, you kiss his head as he softly giggles then pull out from the hug and kiss your cheeks then giggle again while smiling sweetly

"i'm sorry mikey..i should have given you enough attention" you look down as he suddenly cups your face, giving your lips a peck and hug you once again. He's really warm and it made you feel safe

"forget about it y/n-chin, it's okay now" he pull out from the hug and holds both of your hands, intertwining his and giving you a sweet smile again. You chuckle at him as he plays with your hand and swinging it from left to right

"will you let me spend time with you tonight and tomorrow?"

"ofc mikey, i will give you attention all day, but before that can you give my phone back?" he sigh and nod at you before pulling the phone from his pocket, you open the phone and you saw almost thousands of pictures of him to your gallery, you look at him and he looks at the phone. He looks at you again but this time with a pout

"you better not delete that, you can choose some of them and make it your wallpaper" he smiles at you acting innocently as you look at him at in disbelief once again

"aw c'mon, i look cute there right?" you can't help but to laugh loudly at his actions, he was pinching both of his cheeks being adorable, after a minute he laughs together with you

"now let's go inside and cuddle all day!"

♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡

[jayeeintheclouds-inactive]

tomo general headcanons

LMAOOOAOAOO while everyone fights in ebg i will be here with my tomo brainrot yes fuck you tomo is hot

so like, he's dead, has one line, has only 2 minutes of screentime, and there is more fanart of him than xiangling would ever have and i think that is perfectly ok 🧍‍♀️

tw: suggestive

tomo general headcanons (or tomo slander)

can't solve 1+1

so many hotpot competitions with thoma

stare in the mirror like. 10 times a day

twerks

checks out his own tiddies i don't make the rules

so dorky actually no matter how flirty he is so dorky

whiny but definitely more tolerable than t*rtaglia 🤢 /hj

tomo relationship headcanons (with you!)

oh my god he calls you doll. end of discussion

10/10 neck kisser

will trick you into tying his hair for him

very thick can-cut-with-a-knife sexual tension all the time

back hugs so many back hugs because he wants you to be pressed against his chest

oh and when he hugs you from behind, he rests his head on your shoulder and you practically shiver from his warm breath tickling your chin

will make you feed him and will feed you back

jealous of his kitty stealing your attention

SO MANY CHEEK CARESSES

hands always either on your waist, thighs, cheeks, or tangled through your hair during a steamy make out session mhm (but mostly waist)

drunk tomo plays with your fingers 😳

sober tomo grabs your fingers and kisses them out of the blue while smirking

even more sober and very much aware tomo finds any excuse to hold your hand

"your hand looks heavy, doll. mind if i hold it for you?"

"tomo, 3 seconds to run before my fist meets your face."

will not allow a single second of your body not being pressed to his chest when you are in the same room

oh my god tomo you are so hot why'd you have to die

edit: probably plays some taylor swift breakup song when you say that dango is better than him