#tearfully nods along

[ravenelyx]

I need you. - Sebastian Sallow

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x GN!Reader

Words: 1.1k

Chapter Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, kissing, angst and comfort, Sebastian needs to be snuggled, Sebastian is also sad, and Sebastian needs love, neck kissing, cuddling and snuggling, Soft!Sebastian Supremacy, House or gender is not specified, (implied) established relationship, use of 2nd person for the reader

Summary: Sebastian has different ways of dealing with being hurt. One of them is burying his face in your chest while you cuddle him

A/N: IT'S SALLOW SUNDAY and since people seem to like my soft!seb heacanons, I wrote a whole fic instead <3 I woke up feeling snuggly, sooo...

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you can find the whole fic on ao3 as well <3

Ominis' version

You didn't even hear his steps, yet when you saw a grimace creep up on Leander's face as he spoke to you, and strong arms wrap around your torso, you knew.

Sebastian left a soft kiss on the top of your head, looking at Leander with a small frown. You thought it must be one of those things only boys understood, because Leander sighed and nodded, without saying a word. Sebastian relaxed against you.

Pair of eyes looked between the two boys, as if expecting a fight to come out of it, but Leander just smiled in acknowledgement. "Sallow." Then his eyes met yours. "I'll see you in class. Don't forget your Leechjuice again."

You rolled your eyes. "It was one time."

Many people mistook it for possessiveness. You knew the real reason for it.

Leander walked away, waving you a goodbye, and Sebastian leaned his head against yours.

"Hi," you whispered with a small smile. He nuzzled your cheek, leaning his weight on your back.

While you never reproached him for showing his touchy side in public, you were starting to feel a little self-conscious of all the curious eyes piercing the two of you, so you turned around in his arms — albeit with great difficulty as his iron grip on you seemed unmovable — and cupped his cheeks.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

You swore you saw a few tears collect in his eyes as you spoke, so you walked him backwards to a more secluded bench. He sat down and immediately pulled you onto his lap.

After two years of dating, Sebastian had no more qualms about showing you his need for affection. You were there through it all: when Anne was cursed, when Sebastian desperately tried to find a cure, and even now, when he was diving into a dangerous path with his new friend. He had begun to rely on you, and on something only you could give him.

Security.

You threaded your fingers through his hair, affectionately scratching his scalp, and he let out a soft whine – a whine of pleasure, and a whine of something else. Something sad and guilty and that made him tighten his grip against you and bury his face in your chest.

"He has sent another letter!" he began, running his hands along your back and hips. You learned it was a way for him to reassure himself and calm down. "He told me the if I don't stop, he'll never let me see Anne again!"

Your face softened, hand now cupping the back of his head and pulling him closer. Usually, when Sebastian had a fight with Solomon, he'd retreat in the Undercroft, angry and incensed and ready to burn his own rage to the sound of very loud Confringo's. But there were times when his uncle's words got to him, made his heart sink with the need of a love that was stripped from him. A love he tried to silence by hugging his pillow tight at night when he was young. A love he found in you.

"He won't actually do it. Anne will always be your sister," you reassured him softly. "She'll want to see you, and he can't stop her from that."

He breathed heavily in your chest, pressed his palm under your thighs to pull you further in.

"She doesn't agree with what I'm doing…" He muffled his broken voice in your shirt.

"I know…"

"And she might stop loving me…" he said tearfully.

"She won't." You said earnestly. "She's your twin. In her heart, she knows she'd do the same for you."

He trembled a little, emotions threatening to explode.

"You don't trust Solomon," you began, stroking his hair, "but you can trust me. And you can trust Anne."

He stopped quivering, and you could almost feel the gears turn in his brain at your words. He began to kiss you through your shirt in gratitude.

You thought the position must have been uncomfortable to him, even if he didn't show it, so you slightly pushed his torso back, his face leaving your chest with a displeased frown, and leaned him on the seatback a little, then nestled in his arms, face nuzzling his neck. He sighed in relief as you cuddled against him.

"I know I'm too much sometimes…" he said in a small voice, hiding his face in your hair.

"You're not," you answered immediately. You could see his insecurities start to creep up on him, and you wouldn't have that.

"I annoy you."

"You don't," you protested, looking up at him in concern.

"I always come to you—"

"I'm glad you do."

"—and I'm always too needy."

"I don't see a problem with that."

You sighed and cupped his cheek again, drawing him down to press your mouth to his. It took a small touch for him to ignite, leaning his whole torso over you to deepen the kiss, desperately tugging at your lips. He pulled back with a grimace again when he noticed, and turned away, almost guilty.

"Don't refuse my affection," you whispered.

"I will consume you."

"I'm yours anyway."

He looked back at you, eyes fleeting over the gentle smile on your lips.

"Now come and kiss me a little more."

The battle in his mind seemed to settle immediately, and he lunged forward, placing one hand on the back of your head to keep you in place as his lips feasted on yours. His other arm circled your waist, holding you impossibly tight against him. And he was everywhere — his body caging yours, lips hungrily pulling and biting and bruising, hands desperately kneading your flesh, prising your shirt open to touch your bare skin. You felt dizzy at the force of his affection, and you knew he was right. He would consume you, like a wildfire, an eruption, a cataclysm about to blow your heart in a pulp of blood and passion as his tongue claimed yours. And you'd stop feeling like a person at his touch, so overcome by him you'd lose yourself. And then he'd settle it all right, kissing the blood off your lips with reverence, caressing your bruises gently, putting order into your feelings and reminding you once again that you would do anything for him.

"I need you," he breathed out, dipping his head in the crook of your neck. "Every day…"

You didn't stop him when he sucked a love bite into your skin.

"It's a good thing I feel the same," you chuckled.

"Even if you don't need me as much as I need you—"

"I need you more than you can imagine."

He looked up at you, and you kissed his lips again. This time he was gentle as well.

"Don't stop coming to me. Ever."

He nodded and kissed you again. And again. And again. And again, until Professor Weasley reproached the both of you for inappropriate behaviour and sent you to detention for a week.

And he'd kiss you there, too.

[monrical]

💬 sub! sunghoon x top! male reader

♥︎ ノ boypussy ( cuntboy - mention that sunghoon has a pussy ), breeding kink, jealousy! riki, sticky! sunghoon, jealous! riki, heat and things related to hybrids, “polyamorous”, big dick! reader, so much use of “hyung”, niki called pup, lump of cum, twt p0rn link, feminization, sunghoon is a prococative little bitch, ABO.

[ part two | part three . . z Z z ]

“Hyung, where are you going?” His boyfriend said tearfully. He had been like this for days, needy.

“I’m going to the kitchen to get some things I need, babe.” Still with a tearful expression, the boy ended up making a cute pout on his pink lips. “You’ll be back soon, right? Please.”

“I’ll just fix it quickly, doll. You won’t even notice I’m gone.” You try to reassure him, giving him a little peck on the lips.

“Can’t you take me hyung?” He says, pulling a small part of the fabric of his pants.

“Hoon, it’ll be super quick, there’s no need for me to carry you, love.” You look down at him. “You can wait here for hyung, right?” Still looking at his puppy eyes, which begged you to come along, you almost convinced yourself to carry him in your arms. “Will you stay here for me, love?”

He seems to think for a moment, forming another cute pout on his lips, but reluctantly he nods. It was almost too late for you to not resist. You leave the shared room, but not before giving his fluffy hair a pat and a small kiss.

Sunghoon has been your partner for a good 4 years now, you were so lucky to have the cutest little guy as your boyfriend. Not only him, but also your other 6 boyfriends,

Sunghoon was usually not that needy, on the contrary, he usually liked to tease you and flirt madly, only at certain times did he find himself like this.

At this time he didn't go out and didn't like to leave your side at any time, if you were even slightly away, he would whine and would spend hours complaining with small tears on his face, something that wasn't typical of him.

Sunghoon has been your partner for a good four years now. You are so lucky to have the cutest penguin as your boyfriend. Not just him, but also your other six boyfriends. Sunghoon usually wasn't this needy. On the contrary, he liked to tease you and flirt wildly, but at certain times he would become more needy.

During these times, he didn't like to leave your side at any time. If he was even slightly away, he would whine and complain for hours, with small tears on his face, something that wasn't typical of him.

Sunghoon was usually needy, but in a different way.

He wasn't touchy-feely; he was the type who, if he saw you lounging on the couch with your legs spread, would come over, put his arms around your shoulders and sit on your lap, flirting for a long time, maybe exchanging a few kisses here and there, which were usually interrupted by Riki, who would be jealous or wanting to play one of his video games, which he would insistently ask you to play with him.

"[Your name] hyung! Did Sunghoon finally release you?" Jay calls out to you, who was passing by the kitchen.

"With much insistence, yes." You say, running your hands through your hair and neck.

Jay comes closer. Now you could see that he was wearing an apron and holding a spatula, probably making food for the boys.

"Are you making food?"

"Uh-huh, I was just going to ask Riki to go tell you." He turns back to the stove, stirring the pot. You couldn't help but look at him. That apron made him look so handsome, you couldn't take your eyes off him. Consequently, you couldn't resist and put your hands on his small waist, placing your head on his neck.

"You look so handsome, love, in that apron." You murmur, nuzzling his neck and placing small kisses there.

"[Your name] hyung, please stop kissing. It's giving me goosebumps." He says, embarrassed. "S-Sunghoon won't like my scent on you." Not paying attention, you continue to kiss and bite his neck, tightening your grip on his waist, making Jay lean on the counter. He looked so cute when he was embarrassed, with a blush on his face.

"Hyung—" The moment was interrupted by Riki, who entered the room, and he didn't look happy. His smile was replaced by a frown. "I can't believe this, hyung! I was going to ask you to play with me." He was visibly angry. "You left me to rub yourself against Jay-hyung!" He had his arms crossed over his chest, not at all happy.

"Riki, pup, it's not like that—"

"I don't care! You're a traitor!!" He leaves the room huffing and stomping, and you soon let out a heavy sigh, massaging your forehead.

"I get into everything." With only one hand still on Jay's waist, he quickly turns around, holding his face with both hands.

"Honey, you go over there and try to work things out with Riki, okay? I don't want to see my boys fighting." He leaves a smile on your face. He could easily cheer you up, and soon leaves a peck on your lips.

Jungwon comes running in from the hallway. "[Your name] hyung! Sunghoon won't stop whining and it's annoying! I can't stand listening to it anymore, it's messing up my plans." He complains.

"Won, I'll take care of this right now, okay?" It's amazing how problems attract you.

"I'm going to go, I'm going to go see how Hoon is doing." You finally let go of Jay. "Then I'll try to sort things out with Riki."

You barely opened the door and Sunghoon was already in your arms. "Don't you love me, hyung? I'm handsome, aren't I?" He whimpers and cries in your arms.

"Hoon, baby, I love you, don't doubt that. And yes, you're beautiful." You hold him tighter in your arms, adjusting him to be more comfortable, running your thin fingers over his cheeks, wiping the tears from his eyes and giving him little kisses there. "You're so clingy, baby. You can't even stay a few minutes without me." You run your hand through his hair, noticing the pout on his lips.

"Don't blame me, hyungie." He looks at you, looking like an abandoned puppy. "Now, kiss!" Letting out small laughs, you give him the kiss he wanted so much. It was supposed to be an innocent kiss. It had started with small pecks, but at some point Sunghoon decided to deepen the kiss. Taking advantage of the moment, he climbed onto your lap, putting his arms around your shoulders, pulling you closer.

"Hey, hey, easy." You say, trying to get out of the make-out session.

"No! I can't stand this smell on you." Sunghoon was irritated. "You go out and rub yourself against Jay-hyung. You're mine." He was so possessive. How could you forget? Remarkably, Jay's scent on you had triggered more of his possessiveness. Damn, you were so screwed.

"I'll show you that you only need me, hyung." He whispers in your ear. "I'll show you that my pussy is much better than anyone else's here." He places small bites on your earlobe, then gives it a lick. My God, you were so goosebumps, so screwed.

He didn't waste any time. He pushed you down on the bed. Sunghoon took off your shirt, which he had stolen earlier (because, according to him, 'he wanted to keep hyung with him'). Now shirtless, Sunghoon showed off his cute nipples, with a sideways smile on his face.

"Are you enjoying the view, sir?" Damn, he's going to finish you off.

The boy was shaking his hips on your lap, bringing his face closer to your lips. "Hyung is so cute. I'm cute too, right?" You nodded, sweating coldly from all the teasing. "Cute + cute equals cute babies, right, love?" FUCK, he brought up the topic.

Sunghoon knew very well about your desire to be a father. Not only that, but he also knew about the great fetish you had for reproduction, for keeping your partners swollen with cum, swollen with puppies.

"Come on, hyung, don't you want to put cute puppies in me?" He presses your ass even more on his cock, pressing your breasts together, trying to tease you even more, unzipping your pants.

"I want that big dick in me so bad, filling me up." A little pout on your lips. "Fuck, Sunghoon, you..." you couldn't even continue your speech, Sunghoon had taken his dick out of his jeans, "it's already so hard" he licks his lips, sir, you couldn't even explain how horny you were feeling "just for me" he lets out little laughs, now rubbing his dick on your still covered ass

“Hyung loves this, doesn’t he?” he says ironically, trying to provoke you. “My GOD, yes, fuck, I love this, doll.” You were one step away from exploding with lust. “I love your plump ass.” “Of course hyung loves it.” He laughs.

You were so focused that you didn't notice the change in your position, now next to you, Sunghoon was practically playing with your dick

He was lightly jerking off with just one hand, using one of his fingers to remove the pre-cum from his head, teasing your glade, all this while exchanging kisses “fuck hoon, you're driving me crazy” you hold his waist tightly, you could hear laughter and feel a smile on Sunghoon's face

He moved his hand even more, this time he bent down, getting closer to his cock, licking and kissing from his balls to the head of his cock, giving small sucks in the process.

“uh.. fuck” you let out small moans, mumbling words that were usually repeated, after all you could only concentrate on the teasing, but suddenly he stops, changing position again, now sitting on top of you “why did you stop??” you say, frustration in both your look and your words

“Calm down, don’t you want to fuck me hyung?” he asks with big eyes and a provocative smile on his lips, this boy would be the death of him.

Without wasting any time, the younger boy returned to your lap, now sitting on top of you, wearing only underwear and socks. His cock between the dark-haired boy's buttocks

“This big dick never gets tired, does it?” He looks at you deeply, with a sideways smile on his lips “maybe hyung is eager to put his babies in me?”

“Shit, I’m tired of your teasing Sunghoon,” you say aggressively, now grabbing his waist. “What are you going to do?” This boy was testing your patience.

with the provocation, you, visibly irritated, hold the boy tightly “take off those fucking underwear” “and if I don’t take them off?”

Well, the answer came soon, you ripped off the said underwear

you fucked him hard, sunghoon's face was buried in the sheets, his hands gripping the fabric tightly

you wanted so much to be with a camera right now, the expression on sunghoon's face was the most beautiful, flushed and drooling cheeks, messy hair, full lips swollen, his mouth open letting out the most beautiful moans.

“Ahhh~♡ hyung, ah fuck, hit me harder”

“Didn’t you want my babies, my little pet?” You come closer, resting your chest on the boy’s back “Now you’re going to have them.”

You change position, turning him over, your breasts now together “I'm going to fuck you so much, you won't remember tomorrow” “You'll look much prettier with your pussy swollen with my babies, won't you doll?” You whisper softly in his ear

“Hmmm… yes, oh my god yes, fill me up hyung, make me all swollen with your babies~” with that you slam harder, your balls slapping Sunghoon’s ass hard

“fuck fuck fuck♡ I l-love this” sunghoon’s brain was visibly blank, he could barely get a word out

he let out loud moans, the neighbors would definitely complain later…

“I’m g-going to ahh I’m going to cum hyung♡!! Hit harder” he hugged you tighter and tighter, holding your neck tightly, his head on your neck, smelling you “want to cum with me love?! Let’s cum together uh?”

with that sunghoon lets out the loudest moan he could, then cumming firmly, he pants heavily, still having small post-cum astonishments

“next time, I'll remember to use a condom” “oops~♥︎”

He gave you a big smile, eyes half closed, oh how you loved him.

you couldn't have a better night.

꒰ ♥︎ ꒱ ⠀ What do you think about this type of fanfic with Riki? (depending on the answer, I will make a no smut ver.)

[ssweetleaf]

Heyyyy I just discovered your blog like literally 10 minutes ago (I'm alr obsessed with the fics btw) but GIRL that Carman fic was HEAVENLY I love it so much!!! sooo we know how he treats you when your a bad girl I was wondering if you could write a fic ab how he treats you when your a good girl if u if yk what I mean lmaooo anyways love the fics <3333

heyyy, thanks so much for the sweet words, i’m glad you loved the fic you’re the best !! <33

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With you Carmen was sweetness personified.

Intent on keeping his girl doted upon, he’d coo and praise you whenever he got the chance to, mouthing small, but chaste little kisses to the expanse of your cheeks, nosing into your neck and inhaling the inebriating scent of the perfume you’d always press to your skin— murmuring little utterances, how good you are, how gorgeous, how fucking polite, anything that’d spring to mind.

So, it was no different when he had your knees pressed to your chest, big, callused hands pushing at your thighs and keeping them in place, thumbs and fingers digging in and causing your skin to bloom— something he’d keep in mind to tend to later.

“There y’go,” he breathed, cock sinking into your puffy cunt, ruddy tip nudging and dragging against your gummy walls, pulling out just to push back in with an even deeper thrust. “takin’ it so well, sweetheart.”

You gasped out, cheeks warming at his words along with the constant drips of arousal that trickled out with each of Carmy’s outward thrusts, trickling down the crack of your ass and saturating the sheets beneath you both.

“See,” he cooed, bringing a single palm up to graze his knuckles against your chin, “my poor baby thought it wouldn’t fit, but I told ya you’d be able to take it, didn’t I, hm?”

You nodded, tearfully sobbing, cheeks all stained with long mascara tracks, a trait of yours that had his dick throbbing whenever he caught sight of your ruined makeup.

“M’always right, ain’t I, honey?” The room was filled with the wet ‘schlicking’ sounds of your cunt, the sharp slapping of his balls upon your ass and your quickened breaths that heaved at your chest. “Come on, speak up— there’s a good girl.”

“Daddy’s always right,” you whined, clenching around his thickness, your hands clawing at any part of him you could reach. “a-always.”

“Such a good girl— such a fuckin’ daddy’s girl, huh?” His coos had you melting into the mattress, soft ‘uh, uh, uh’s’ tumbling from your throat, “always doin’ as I say, my— shit— my best girl, my only girl.”

[alastorslittledoe]

Alastor and Lucifer Taking Your Virginity

|| HeadCanon ||

Pairing: Alastor & Lucifer (x reader)

Tags: Smut, fluff, kissing, flirting, daddy kink, shy reader, dom!luci, dom!al

This was inspired by @hazelfoureyes

Pls pls pls go read their Alastor ‘The Big Part’ fic, it’s SO fucking good.

Pls request if you want me to make a full version of any of these or do HC for any of the others! 💕

Alastor had been watching you for a while, how you brushed off all the other attention from the male guests and overlords. You’d even managed to grasp the attention of Vox, which irked him. He’d been targeting the TV broadcaster more than usual, making fun of him on his radio show and almost twitching whenever his name left your lips. So, you can imagine his delight when you turned up at his radio tower, doe eyes laced with innocence.

“Al, I have kind of a…weird request”

He’d laugh, tilting his head with curiosity “How can I be of assistance, my dear?”

“Well, you know I got killed quite, uh, before my time, let’s say, and I thought…could you maybe, help me out with the uhm…sex part?” You shuffled in place, fiddling with your hands nervously, mumbling the last part quietly.

“What was that?” he grinned, he needed to make sure he heard you correctly.

“Sex” you blurt, a scarlet blush making its way over your cheeks “If you don’t mind, um…I want to learn because I’ve never…”

A shiver of pleasure would run through him. You, standing in front of him, practically begging for him to take the one thing no one else could ever have. It was almost too much for him to bare.

“Just so we’re clear, you want me to take your virginity, yes?”

He’d take further pleasure in watching you squirm for a moment before nodding.

“Yes, please”

His eyes would light up, and he’d immediately take your hand, transporting you to an ethereal looking plane, doused in black with a single bed in the middle of it all.

“Does this suit your needs?” He’d ask. As eager as he was, he knew it was important to ensure your upmost comfort.

When it came down to it, he was a lot more skilled than you’d expected. Though he’d like to ravage you and pin you down with his shadows, getting off on the control, he knew this would be painful. So he’d contain it. For now.

He’d place soft kisses along your skin, undressing you slowly before pushing you gently onto the bed. It was intimidating, watching the shadows whip around behind him, having him tower over you. But there was no denying the wetness between your legs.

He’d take you slowly, inch by inch.

When you were sure he was going to split you open, you’d place a hand on his chest to push him away, he would hook a leg under yours, swiftly disabling your movement no matter how hard you pushed.

“Ah ah, little doe, it’ll feel better soon, I promise”

You’d bite your lip, eyes watering looking up at him tearfully. He’d almost come undone at that look alone. But you’d nod for him to keep going.

He’d get off on your whimpers as he pushed in deeper, loving the fact that he was causing you such pain and pleasure.

When you finally took all of him, it would take everything in him to not let the animalistic part of him out and ruin you. But he’d manage to hold it in. There was always time for that later.

Now you were his.

He’d be gentle after the fact, simply content that he’d spilled his seed in you, a sign of ownership without any deal. Now he’d truly gotten something Vox would never lay his hands on. He’d kill him if he tried.

Lucifer would blink at you, mouth agape as you stood before him.

“You want me to…take your virginity?”

You’d blush, biting your lip “If you wouldn’t mind, Luci”

“Of course Y/N” he’d chuckle “but you’re sure this is what you want?”

You’d nod, breath catching in your throat “Yes, please”

He’d be unable to stop the grin spreading across his face “As the lady wishes”

Suddenly you’d be in his arms bridal style and he’d smirk down at you “Just showing you what it’ll be like tomorrow when you can’t walk”

You’d stare at him, speechless as he walked you to your room and gently laid you down on the bed.

He’d start slowly, foreplay is incredibly important to him. He knew there was no way you’d be able to take him without some coaxing from his fingers to stretch you out first.

Lucifer would completely focus on your pleasure, eating you out for a long time and slowly adding more fingers in you until he’s satisfied you could take him.

He’d make sure pillows were underneath you, ensuring there would be pleasure for you, though he knew it’d be incredibly painful first.

He would pause every so often to ensure your consent was still there.

When he first pushed his head into you, a yelp would escape your lips and he’d freeze, waiting for your heated breaths to calm.

“My love, we can stop-“

“No no” You’d look at him lovingly, wincing “you’re just” you glance down at him, barely inside you “really big”

He’d laugh breathlessly, taking the compliment before pushing the rest of his head in, biting his lip hard. How was he supposed to not blow his load two seconds in when you looked so innocent, trying so hard to take him.

He’d let his kink slip out pretty quickly.

“Cmon, princess” he’d growl gently “you can take the rest of daddy’s cock, can’t you?”

That would ignite something in you that you had no idea existed. And almost immediately, you’d feel a yearning to please him, to take all of him just for the praise.

When you did manage to take all of him, he’d kiss your neck lovingly, nipping at the skin.

“What a good girl, doesn’t it feel good? Having all of me fill you”

It did. It felt incredible. Your pussy still throbbed around him, protesting at the intrusion. But there was also waves of pleasure coursing through you, both from knowing he was inside you and the physical pleasure of feeling so full.

When he had shown you exactly how to cum with him inside you, paying expert attention to your clit and breasts, he’d shower you in kisses and affection, telling you just how good you’d taken him.

True to his word, you couldn’t walk the next day and he carried you around the entire time, despite your embarrassment.

[incarnadin3]

How Obey Me Brothers realized they were in love with MC: Part Three, Leviathan

A/N: Thank you so much for all the love you guys have been showing on my blog! This part was a bit harder because I don't personally interact with Leviathan's character too much in game. However, I do hope you guys enjoy, and please excuse any mistakes! Enjoy~

Leviathan: The Hard-core Otaku Thirdborn

Part of being the Avatar of Envy meant that he barely ever came out of his room, unless he needed food or wanted to go shopping for merch.

He was so much of a shut-in that at times whenever he came out of his room, Asmo and Mammon would sarcastically say "Cursed shit, you exist?!"

When him and MC first became friends, he couldn't believe someone like them would even want to be friends with him. So when they started dating? The poor demon nearly passed away.

MC wasn't necessarily into anime as much as him, but they were a great listener. When they first became friends, Leviathan would often rant to them about the latest anime, or manga that he saw. He didn't think they remembered, but little did he know that they took every single word to heart.

Tomorrow was his birthday, the first birthday he was having since they began dating. MC had been pestering him lately asking him what he wanted. Leviathan merely shrugged, he wasn't the type to ask for a specific gift, he just loved surprises. So when MC took him to a pop-up anime merch store, he tried his best not to look in their cart as they browsed the aisles, wanting to keep it a surprise.

However, he couldn't help but look as MC picked out the one book he had always hated. My Girlfriend Of 2 Years Handmade A Figurine That Was Never Released To Public Centuries Ago.

He hated that book because it reminded him of the time when centuries ago, specifically 5 centuries, 8 decades, 3 years, and 6 months ago, when he had wanted a limited addition figurine for his birthday, and he had spent a lot of Grimm to pre-order it, only to find out on the day of his birthday that the release had been cancelled, and he would not receive the figurine nor the Grimm back. When he had a mental breakdown and cried, all hid brothers told him, "it's just a figurine"

But it wasn't just a figurine, and that memory hurt him like holy water. When he told MC about this, he didn't think they cared because they merely nodded and moved on from the topic.

When he asked MC why they bought this specific manga, they just said he'd like it, and said sorry for ruining the surprise.

Of course he didn't have it in his heart to remind him that merely two days ago he had said he hated that manga.

"Of course they forgot, i'm just a yucky otaku."

So the next day, as usual, throughout the day one by one the brothers came in and gave him gifts, all of which were either figurines, manga, or a new anime. And in Beel's case, along with empty candy wrappers, because he ate the candy on the way to Levi's room.

Towards the end of his birthday, when MC walked into his room, with the manga in hand, he barely blinked, offering a soft smile as he took the gift.

"Flip to the last page, Levi"

His brows furrowed as he complied, turning to the last page of the manga. To his surprise, instead of the ending being there, there was a envelope in it. Slowly, he picked up the light blue envelope, and opened it, to find a small note inside the said, Come outside.

He looked up to see MC sporting a nervous smile as they gently lead him outside. As they stepped into the courtyard, Levi's jaw dropped in shock as a stunning 5'5 inch sculpture of Ruri-chan greeted him. But there was something different about this one. Something he couldn't quite place until it hit him like a sack of bricks. It was the same figure he had wanted all those centuries ago. The one he had wanted. The one in the manga. He smiled tearfully as MC told him they had been making it ever since he told them about it. His MC, remembered something that his brothers forgot the day after it happened? MC truly was special, and he would not let them go. Ever.

Being the Avatar of Envy meant that he barely ever talked to anyone, let alone this very own brothers. So for MC to remember something he thought they had forgotten, and then make it for him? It sparked something in him, and for the first time, that feeling wasn't envy.

Of course MC knows that their boyfriend thinks his brothers don't care, and forgot, but little does he know, that they're the reason this statue came to be in the first place. They just didn't want him to know, and that's a secret MC will happily take to their grave.

[dixons-sunshine]

hi! i love your writing! parent daryl is a huge comfort for me, could you do daryl has a teenage kid and is comforting them during a panic attack/nightmare/something else along those lines?

Night Terrors | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

*GIF isn't mine.*

Summary: The day your daughter was born, Daryl swore that he'd always be there for her, no matter what. That included soothing her from her night terrors whenever they kept her from sleeping.

Genre: Fluff.

Era: Commonwealth (Daryl doesn't leave.)

Warnings: Fear of abandonment, nightmares.

Word count: 1k

A/n: Back at it again with another Dad!Daryl fic, and this idea was so cute. I didn't use Hazel as a name this time because I didn't want it to become repetitive for y'all. Let me know if I should switch up the names or keep going with Hazel. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

As always, my requests are open for any TWD requests, as well as Scud Frohmeyer requests.

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“Dad? Daddy?”

At the sound of the small, timid voice calling out to him, Daryl slowly opened his eyes and blinked the sleep away. He sat up slightly and looked to his side, where he saw his daughter staring at him, tears glistening in her eyes.

“Peanut? Wha's wrong? Wha' happened?” Daryl questioned, sitting up in the bed and giving his daughter his full attention.

Bailey looked at him tearfully, hugging herself with her arms. She ducked her head and looked at the ground, embarrassment flooding her body. “Nothing. I just...”

Daryl frowned and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, careful not to shake it too much and wake you up. “It ain't nothin'. Talk to me, Peanut. Wha's wrong?”

“I had a nightmare,” Bailey whispered, sniffling slightly as fresh tears started to trickle down her face.

Daryl's face softened instantly. He quietly got up from the bed and gently ushered Bailey out of the room with him, closing the door behind him before walking into her room with her.

“C'mon, lay down,” Daryl softly urged her. When Bailey obliged, Daryl grabbed the covers and tucked her in, sitting down next to her. He brought his hand up to gently brush her hair out of her face. “Talk to me. Wha' was the nightmare 'bout?”

Bailey hesitated for a moment, wiping the tears from her eyes. “It's stupid,” she mumbled, casting her gaze away from her father.

Daryl frowned and shook his head. “Ain't stupid if it makes ya upset.”

Bailey's teary eyes met his again, and she inhaled sharply before letting out a sigh. “Please don't ever leave. You or Mom. Please.”

Daryl's frown deepened. “Of course we won't leave. Where's this comin' from?”

“My dream,” Bailey started with a whisper. “You and Mom... You didn't love me anymore. Said you never wanted me in the first place. The two of you left me.”

Daryl instantly leaned forward to embrace Bailey. She wrapped her arms around him and cried into his shoulder, soaking his shirt with her tears, but he didn't mind.

“Yer mama and I ain't goin' nowhere,” Daryl reassured his daughter, placing a soft kiss against her temple. “We love ya so much. Ain't nothin' ever gon' change tha'. The day yer mama found out she was pregnant with ya was the best day of both our lives. Yer mama was so happy, and I was too. We're still very happy. Ya are the best thing tha's happened to us. Dun' ever believe otherwise, alrigh'?”

Bailey nodded against his shoulder, sniffling quietly as she pulled back. She settled back into her bed, turning over on her side, still facing Daryl. “I'm sorry I woke you.”

“Dun' need to apologise,” Daryl assured her, gently caressing her head. “Now try and get some sleep, alrigh'? Yer mama and I will be here in the mornin'.”

Bailey nodded and closed her eyes, visibly relaxing under her father's touch. It didn't take long for her to start drifting off again, her father's reassurance and comforting touch lulling her back into slumber. “I love you, Daddy,” Bailey mumbled before drifting off, her breathing evening out.

Daryl smiled and placed one final kiss against her temple. “I love ya more, Peanut.”

Quietly, Daryl slipped from Bailey's room and made his way back into his shared room with yours. Once inside with the door closed behind him, Daryl was surprised to note that you were sitting up, clearly wide awake and not just arising from your slumber.

“Wha' are ya doin' up?” Daryl asked curiously, going back over to his side of the bed and climbing back under the covers.

“I could ask you the same thing,” you countered, moving to lay down on his chest when he beckoned you closer.

“Bailey had a nightmare,” Daryl explained, running his fingers up and down along your spine. “I tucked her back into bed.”

“Oh,” you whispered, frowning slightly at the revelation that your daughter had a nightmare. “Is she okay?”

Daryl nodded. “She'll be alrigh'. Jus' scared we'll leave her. Tha' was her nightmare. I dun' know where tha' fear came from.”

“It's been a recurring nightmare for a while now,” you started. “It got better when we originally came here, but I guess it must be kicking up again.”

“She's been havin' this nightmare fer a while?” Daryl inquired with a frown. “Why dun' I know 'bout this?”

“Because she hid it from me for a while. I only know about it because it got too bad for her to handle on her own and she woke me up one night, too.”

“But why would she think we'd ever leave her?” Daryl asked.

“Because people leave all the time. She's scared that we'll see her as a nuisance, as a burden, someone who isn't worth sticking around for. She's just like you were back when we first got together,” you explained, placing a kiss on his clothed chest. “But we'll just have to show her how much we love her. That we aren't leaving her, ever. Just like I had to do with you.”

Daryl hummed. “S'true. We'll love her so much, she'll get sick of us.”

“I love you so much. Does that mean you're sick of me?” you asked playfully.

Daryl chuckled, placing a kiss against your forehead. “Sick of ya?” he began. “Never.”

[fandom-imagines-stories]

Far From Me

Vax’ildan x Reader

Words: 2576

Part One

Summary: Vox Machina tries desperately to bring a fallen member back from the other side. Vax’s true feelings are shown in his desperation. 

Notes: I’m embarrassed by how long it has taken me to write this. (I’ve been working on these two imagines since season one came out guys) But here it is. Now, I don’t know every step so I kind of made the ritual to fit the story itself. It’s my version of the ressurection ritual. Don’t come after me please haha.   

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“Pike!” 

The wounded cry rang through the dark. Vox Machina all tensed at the sound. 

Vex’s head whipped around, her eyes peering carefully into the dark. 

“Pike. Someone! Help me!” It called again. 

Vex’s stomach dropped. She turned to the others. “It’s Vax.”  

She sprinted into the dark, holding her torch out ahead of her. Her eyes scanned every surface in a panic. So focused and frightened, she nearly ran straight into him. At first, her eyes only saw his face and she nearly cried out. Blood smeared across his cheek and his eyes were filled with a deep despair. 

It took only a moment to realize that the blood was not his. 

In Vax’s arms was Y/N’s limp form. 

Vex’s gaze darted between the two. 

Y/N’s pale face. Vax’s shirt, soaked with red. 

“Where’s Pike?” He croaked. His voice was raw and broken from sobs. 

“She’s…” She motioned to the hall behind her where the rest ran to join them. “Vax, what happened?”

“We have to save her. We have to… I can’t… she’s not gone,” he rambled. His eyes found the light-haired gnome and he rushed to her, falling to his knees and presenting her with the body in his embrace. “Do something. Please. This isn’t right. She wasn’t meant to…” 

More, less coherent pleas fall from his trembling lips. The rest of the team stood over them with similar expressions of shock and distress. 

Pike, speechless, tried to assess the extent of Y/N’s injuries. 

“Vax, she’s-” She gasped tearfully.

“No!” He screamed. “No. We have to do something. I do not accept this. I won’t.” 

The cleric saw the desperation in his eyes and knew the truth behind it. She nodded.

“Not here,” she said. “We have to get her somewhere else.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” Scanlan chimed. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.” 

They took off again, Vax still cradling Y/N against him. He didn’t stop when a new set of guards began to chase them. He was too frantic to be furious with vengeance. 

Percy and Vex, however, skidded to a halt. 

“We’ll hold them off,” Percy said. He loaded his weapon with a menacing click. “We’re right behind you.” 

“Besides,” Vex looked at the woman in her brother’s arms. She and Y/N may not have gotten along at first, but she’d grown to love the sorceress like a sister. Especially since she’d seen Vax’s feelings for Y/N from the beginning. Nobody was going to get away with taking that away. She aimed her arrow at the first guard. “I’m going to enjoy this.” 

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They’re only refuge was a deserted shop several blocks from the armory they’d fled. Vax didn’t remember getting here. He didn’t remember running or kicking down the door rather than picking the lock. He didn’t remember his sister and Percy finding them in the chaos. Every thought was consumed by the woman in his arms. 

“That’s a lot of blood,” Grog said. His usual aggression was replaced with genuine worry for his friend as he recognized the grim expressions on the others' faces. “But you can fix it, right Pikey?”

Her blue eyes widened. “I-I-”

“Y/N is going to be fine,” Vax finished, clearing off a table and laying Y/N down. He didn’t look at the healer or anyone else. His eyes stayed glued to the pale, cold face before him. Vax found a cloth and wiped the blood from her cheek. 

The group around him remained frozen. 

“Somebody do something!” He screamed. 

Pike let out a nervous breath. 

Scanlan put a hand on her shoulder. “You can do this.” 

The reassurance pulled her back into the moment. She stood up straighter, took a breath, and shoved Scanlan and Keyleth out of her way. The cleric pulled a diamond from her pouch and laid it on Y/N’s unmoving chest. 

“We need to do this quickly and we need to do it now,” she barked. 

As the rest of the group scrambled to set up the ritual by Pike’s instruction, Vex approached her brother, gently laying a hand on his arm. He instinctively pulled away, leaning over the body before him. 

“We will get her back, brother,” Vex said softly. 

A tear fell into Y/N’s Y/H/C hair. Vax brushed a strand out of her face. 

“I didn’t tell her,” he whispered. “I-I didn’t tell her. I wanted to, but I was too late.” Finally, he looked up. Tear-filled eyes met his sister’s and he spoke through a broken sob. “I have to get her back so I can tell her.” 

“And you will.” Her voice held the assuredness he wished he could muster. 

With slow, guiding hands, she pulled him away from the table enough to give the cleric the space she needed. 

“Pike,” Vex nodded. “Do your thing.”  

The chaotic panic of the room fell into a deep, concentrated silence. The air tightened until Vax couldn’t breathe. 

“We have to call her spirit back to her body,” Pike said, hands splayed out over the diamond, which had developed a soft, golden glow. The light was small like a candle wick first taking flame. 

“And that will work?” Percy asked. 

Pike took a breath. “If she wants to come back, we have a chance.” 

“What do you mean, ‘if’?” Scanlan looked over her shoulder only to be shoved out of the way. He shuddered. Grog was right. That was a lot of blood. 

Pike didn’t answer. 

Scanlan asked again, almost shouting.  “What do you mean, ‘if’ she wants to come back?” 

“Her family,” Keyleth whispered. Her staff trembled in her hands. “She told me about her family. Her parents. They were killed in front of her as a child. Maybe she…” The kind-hearted druid couldn’t bring herself to finish. 

“Maybe she wants to stay with them,” Pike concluded. 

Vax’s mind went back to that night, the shooting star and Y/N’s drunken voice filled with a disheartened kind of sorrow. He thought of other nights, of other talks once she had opened up to the group. He knew how much she missed them. How she longed to see them once more. 

“But we’re her family!” Scanlan exclaimed. His distress seeped into his voice, almost making it crack. “She can’t go. She has to come back.” He leaned over Y/N’s body, fists clenched on the table beside her. “Do you hear me? You have to come back.” 

“I’m trying to reach her,” Pike said. 

Scanlan took out his lute. 

The gnome's fingers strummed the strings, not in his usual flamboyant fashion, but in a slow, swelling tune. He had no words, but he didn’t need them. The notes spoke for themselves. Sorrowful was not the right word for the moving melody, but there was a tone of despair floating beneath the waves. But upon every crest sang the main point of the piece. Hope. 

In the final moments of the song, Scanlan crouched by Y/N’s ear and whispered something no one else could hear. 

“You reminded me that I’m a good person,” he said. A single tear fell down his cheek. “I need you to keep reminding me or I won’t believe it. Please, come back.” 

With a final flourish of notes, his playing ceased and the room was silent once again. 

Vax was still frozen, his sister’s arm around his shoulders. He wanted to speak, to scream, to plead with the gods not to take you from him, but his voice was lost in a sea of panic swimming through his mind and drowning his chest. 

Please, he thought. Please work. 

“I-I can feel her,” Pike said, eyes screwed shut and brows furrowed. “But I can’t reach her. I need more help.” 

To Vax’s surprise, it was his sister who stepped forward when he was still unable to find his words. He tried. He desperately, desperately tried but all he could do was stare at the cold, limp body before him. Using what strength he could, he followed Vex on his knees to grab Y/N’s hand. His forehead rested beside it as Vex spoke. 

“You were never one of us,” she said. “You were the stray we picked up along the way. You were never meant to last for more than a week.”

Vax lifted his head. “Vex what are you-” 

She stopped him with a glance. Tears pooled in her eyes and her lip trembled as she continued. 

“That is what I believed when we first met. When I first understood your feelings for my brother, even before you did. I thought you were going to leave and I resented you for it. I resented you for the possibility that you would hurt him.” She stood at the foot of the table and took a breath. “But I know that I was wrong.” 

Vex walked around so that she was across from her brother, taking Y/N’s cold, unmoving hand into her own. 

“How many times have you saved my life with these hands? With your power?” She forced back a cry. “With your heart?” 

She remembered every conversation over the fire, while everyone else was asleep. She remembered how Y/N had stood up to her and Vax’s father. She remembered Y/N’s encouraging words and kindness after months of Vex’s hostility. 

“If you lock your heart away from the people you care about, you lock it away from yourself.” Y/N had said one night. Vex remembered wanting to hit her because she was right. “You deserve to let your heart be in the light, Vex’ahlia.” 

Vex continued. “Scanlan was right. You are part of this family. And you know how much I hate agreeing with that gnome.” She laughed through her tears. “Your journey with us is not over. Please, bring your heart to the light again.” 

The diamond’s rays flickered brightly, but only for a moment, and started to fade again. 

“No, no please,” Vex cried. 

Pike grimaced, reaching out her hand. “I’m losing her!” 

The twin’s eyes met with panic and growing despair. 

“It’s you,” Vex said. “It has to be you.” 

“I… I can’t,” Vax clung to the side of the table, fear shaking through his arms. The fading glow felt like daggers in his chest. The lump in his throat made it difficult to talk. His mind was clouded. 

“It has to be you,” his sister repeated. 

The light flickered out. 

For a moment, everything stopped. Time, feeling, thought. It all halted. It felt as though his heart, too, had stopped beating. 

Vax jumped onto the table, pulling Y/N into his arms just as he’d held her in that room. 

“No no no no no,” he didn’t have the energy to scream at first, his words coming out as breathy prayers. But, holding her closer to his chest, he finally found his voice. “Y/N! Don’t do this, please. You have to come back. You have to hear me say it.”

 It was like he was back there again, watching the light fade from her eyes, trapped in the dark. Alone. 

“I meant it.” Vax held her face in his hands, resting his forehead against hers. “I love you. I have loved you since that night when I took your hand. I have loved you in every step we’ve taken together, but now the path you walk is far from me. Please.” Vax pressed his lips to hers. If he could have given her the life from his lungs, he would have. “Return to me, love. Come back.” He kisses her again. “Come back.” 

A growing, bright beam overtook his vision. 

The diamond glowed once more. 

Pike let out a battle-like cry. Her blue eyes disappear beneath screens of light. The rays engulfed her body. 

Y/N lifted out of Vax’s arms. For a moment, he reached out, afraid to let go, but his sister’s hand on his shoulder stopped him. 

Bright, gold beams blinded the room. 

Percy lifted his arms to shield his eyes. Keyleth hid her face in Grog’s shoulder. Scanlan ducked beneath the table. The twins turned toward each other. 

Darkness returned, Pike gasping for breath, leaning on Scanlan for support. 

Y/N fell back into Vax’s arms, limp and cold. 

“Did it work?” Keyleth asked. 

Y/N remained still. 

The room was silent again. 

Pike closed her eyes, letting Scanlan pull her into his arms as he tried to hide his tears. Keyleth covered her mouth with her hand. Percy looked at the ground. Grog didn’t understand. 

Why wasn’t she waking up?

“Brother…” Vex said softly. 

A desperate, gut-wrench sob escaped Vax’s throat. He buried his face against her neck and held her as if she were his lifeline slipping away. 

Outside, a faint glint of a shooting star streaked across the sky. 

Slowly, you opened your eyes. 

“Why… why is everyone crying?” You coughed. 

Vax pulled back, a mix of disbelief and utter bliss overtaking his features. He held your face in his hands, feeling the warmth return to your cheeks. 

“Thank you, Everlight,” Pike sighed, gripping Scanlan’s hand. 

Vax brought you back to him, holding you tightly against his chest. Vex through her arms around both of you. 

“See,” Grog said. “I knew she’d be alright.” 

Everyone gathered around the table, encircling you with relieved expressions and tears turning joyful.

Scanlan sniffed and wiped at the moisture on his face. “Don’t ever fucking do that again.” 

It came back to you gradually. The pain of the blade, laying in Vax’s arms, falling into the dark. You gently pushed back from Vax. 

“Did I…”

He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. You’re okay now.” He pressed his lips to your forehead. 

“I thought that I-” You took a breath. “I thought I saw my parents.” You looked around at the people you’d come to call family. “But then I heard music. I could hear voices, calling me back. And I felt…” You reached a trembling hand up to your lips. “I thought I felt…” 

You gazed into the eyes of the man holding you. 

His lips met yours with a soft, yet powerful, urgency. 

It gave you all the strength you needed. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, your revitalized heart beating so hard you were sure everyone could hear it. By the time you pulled apart, you were both gasping for breath and beaming. 

“Fucking finally,” Vex laughed. 

“Uh, so do you guys, like, want the room?” Scanlan nudged your side, wiggling his eyebrows at you mischievously. 

“Like you wouldn’t find a way to watch,” you joked. You moved to stand but fell back against Vax. 

“Easy,” he said. “Don’t exhaust yourself just yet.” 

“Yeah, save that energy for other things,” Scanlan smirked. 

Vax gave him a silencing glare. 

“We should get out of here,” Percy said. He peeked out of the window and watched the guards they hadn’t killed rush by. “Else we’ll have to do that all over again.” 

“I’m with Percy,” Pike agreed. “She’s too weak for another fight. If we stay hidden, we can get to the next village by sunrise.” She looked at you and you nodded.

“I’ll be fine,” you said. Again, you tried to walk, your legs aching and trembling beneath you. 

Vax scooped you up in his arms and kissed you once more.

 “I’ve got you.” 

And he was never letting go. 

[maybebitterxox]

We were robbed of Willow/Faith in S7

I once saw someone say “Why did they introduce Kennedy as Willow’s love interest in season 7 when Faith was right there?” and it’s one of the realest BTVS takes I’ve ever heard. Like, seriously, the more I think about it, the more I realise just how badly we were robbed.

Think about it:

Willow apprehensively telling Faith about what she did at the end of season 6, and being surprised when she gets no negative reaction. Not even a little cringe, or a scoot backwards, or a change of topic. Faith just nodding, casually asking a couple questions, and light-heartedly saying something like “welcome to the ex-murderer club.” Willow is relieved, because it’s such a difficult thing to talk about, but with Faith it’s no judgement, no awkwardness. Just talking about it.

They talk more in-depth later, and Faith relates Willow’s situation to her own experiences, talking in detail how she had felt during and after her own “evil arc”, and for the first time in months, Willow feels not entirely alone.

They form a bond from their shared experiences, and start to understand each other more

Willow now sees that Faith wasn’t a complete monster, that she was just hurting and lonely in the same way that she herself was

Faith now sees that Willow wasn’t a coward or freak, that she was just insecure and trying to protect herself, in the same way that she herself had been

They start to look past their old grievances and grudges and actually see each other

Faith admits that she’s really impressed with Willow and her magic

Willow tells Faith about Tara, and Faith jokingly reminds her that she was the first one to pick up on it when she was in Buffy’s body in season 4

Everyone is surprised by how well they’re starting to get along

Buffy questions Willow about it and Willow just shrugs, saying that there’s more to Faith than she used to think

At some point getting a callback to their 3x19 conversation (in which Willow says that it’s too late for Faith to fix things or change and says that she’s become “nothing”) when Faith is being self-depreciating about the bad things she’s done and Willow takes her hand and softly says something like “It’s not too late for you. It’s never too late. You’re my friend, and I know that you’re so much more than what you did.”

Seeing them both hesitating outside the other’s doors/pacing around the room the night before the final battle, wanting to tell the other something but both being too afraid

Right before they part ways before the final battle Faith just goes ‘fuck it’ and grabs Willow and kisses her. Then Willow tearfully tells her to be careful when they break apart and Faith tenderly kisses her forehead before they go their separate ways

Seeing them next to each other in the final shot of all the characters standing together, reaching to take each other’s hand and smiling at each other before looking back out into the distance.

Would’ve been perfect imo, so much unexplored potential.

(Can you tell I’ve thought about this a lot haha)

[steddieas-shegoes]

Request: Steve has a few younger siblings. He is very protective over them (2 brothers & 1 baby sister) his family is very close. But the party meeting his siblings in the hospital post spring break from hell, Steve's little sister screams tearfully until she is put beside her older brother who is in hospital due to severe injuries. His younger brothers (8yrs old & 5 yrs old) demand for their big brother to be left alone by these strangers. The party demanded to know why he kept his siblings from them???? Also Steve just being loved on by his parents & his siblings and of the party.

DARLING IDK HOW YOU COME UP WITH THIS STUFF BUT THANK GOD YA DO!!! Steve having siblings and good parents and STILL choosing to be the best damn babysitter is kind of giving me LIFE. I am forever here for giving Steve all the love he deserves. A little backstory for this in my brain: Steve's parents got married right out of high school at their own parents' insistence, and they loved each other, but wanted to go to college first. Anne got pregnant during their honeymoon and had to put college on hold. The reason there's such a big age gap between Steve and his siblings is because she finished college, started working as a lawyer, and then went into business with Richard. Once they were comfortable in that for a couple years, they decided to have more kids. We love responsible decisions!!! - Mickala ❤️

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Steve spent 12 hours unconscious, which would be more alarming if he hadn’t had worse before. At least this time he was in a hospital for it.

Or maybe that was worse.

His mom was by his side the moment he woke up, along with a pacing Dustin and half-asleep Robin.

“Mom? Where’s Dad?”

“Oh, honey!” Anne Harrington was a strong woman, a lawyer who didn’t take shit from anyone, only cried when Steve won his basketball championship and graduated high school. But here she was, sobbing against his hand tightly grasped in her own. “He’s with your brothers and sister. I didn’t want them to see you like this, honey. You almost died!”

Maybe that was true. He certainly felt like he almost died.

He felt Robin and Dustin staring at them, realized what his mom had said.

“Brothers?” Dustin asked, barely more than a whisper, from the foot of the hospital bed.

“Sister?” Robin asked, a yawn breaking out before she even finished asking.

There was a commotion outside the door, he could hear his father’s voice trying to stay calm as he spoke, but knew he was frustrated.

Then he heard a loud cry and his heart broke.

“Was that Bethany?” Steve croaked, his eyes watering at the wails his three year old sister was letting out.

Anne looked at the mostly closed door, nodding as she turned back to Steve in the bed.

“They’ve been begging to see you since this morning. They wouldn’t stop begging to come, so your dad compromised and said they could sit in the waiting room until you woke up, but they’ve been sitting there for two hours. You know how they get.”

He did. He knew that any compromise they’d agreed to was going to work to their benefit in the end because they were all much too clever for their ages.

Suddenly, the door shot open and his eight year old brother, James, stood there with wide eyes. His five year old brother, Ryan, stood behind him, bouncing on his feet so he could try to see.

His father appeared behind them, holding Bethany in his arms, and looking like he wished he could be anywhere else.

But that look disappeared when he saw that Steve was awake.

“I’m so glad you’re okay, son,” he said, a choked noise making its way from his throat like he would have sobbed if the kids weren’t there.

He could feel the confusion coming from Robin and Dustin, but now wasn’t the time to explain any of it.

“Hey kiddos. You guys okay?” Steve rasped out, giving a small smile to all his siblings.

James and Ryan ran to his bed, climbing onto it carefully when Anne snapped her fingers at them and told them to go slow so they didn’t hurt their brother.

“Down, daddy! Wanna see Steve!” Bethany was kicking her legs and trying to push away from Richard, who sighed and let her down.

She ran to the bed, ignored the warning to go slow, and piled into Steve’s lap.

It hurt, but she was so small, and Steve could deal with some discomfort if it meant she could see he was okay.

“Steve, you have boo-boos!”

He patted her always messy hair, and gave her the best smile he could muster.

“Just a few. I’m gonna get all better soon, though. The doctors just had to put some bandaids on them.”

“Are they Barbie bandaids?”

“Of course they aren’t, Bethany. They’re big and have to be wrapped,” James said.

Steve gripped James’ hand in his.

James was going through a phase of wanting to seem older than he was, which was normal, but he took a lot of it out on Bethany. Bethany could certainly hold her own, and often did, but they were all emotional and under a lot of stress at this moment, so Steve stepped in.

“Buddy, let’s just take it easy today, okay? It’s okay to be scared, but so is Bethany and she’s little, so we have to be patient. Like we talked about, remember?”

“What is happening right now?” Dustin asked, still standing awkwardly at the end of his bed.

“Um. Dustin, Robin, this is Bethany, James is to my left, and Ryan is to my right. These are my brothers and sister.”

“You have siblings.”

It wasn’t a question, but Steve could hear the disbelief in Dustin’s tone.

“I do.”

“You never mentioned them?” Robin asked as she looked at where Richard and Anne were now whispering in the corner of the room.

“It just never really came up?”

“Uh. Okay.”

“Who are these people?” Ryan asked as he turned his face into Steve’s arm, always more shy than his other siblings.

“That’s my best friend, Robin, and Dustin. I used to babysit him and now he’s like another brother.”

“But we’re your brothers,” James said, crossing his arms against his chest.

“Of course. But there’s plenty of room to have Dustin around, too. He’s awesome. He can teach you D&D!”

Bethany was curling up against his chest, at least being more careful now that she’d seen his injuries up close. Ryan was shuffling closer to his side, burying his head under his arm like he did on their family movie nights when he was getting tired but didn’t want anyone to know. James was still tense, jealous.

“Did he teach you D&D?”

“Nah. I told you it’s too complicated for me.”

“Did I hear someone say D&D?” Eddie peeked his head through the door, grin lighting up the room.

“Eddie!” Dustin exclaimed.

“Looks like Steve’s got a whole party in here! Are we playing or what?”

Eddie walked into the room completely, smiling until he realized that Steve’s parents were here.

They got together during chaos; they didn’t have time to talk about logistics, about what Steve’s parents knew about him, if they would even be okay with him.

He’d briefly mentioned his siblings to Eddie when they were getting weapons ready, but didn’t talk much about anything else.

“Eds, these are my parents, Richard and Anne,” Steve introduced them, winking at his mom when she gave him a questioning look.

He’d been out to his parents for months, accidentally letting slip that he’d gone on a date with a guy on their Christmas vacation. They took it well overall, the shock making it seem like they were upset, but they were just confused about why he’d only ever brought home girls.

“Mom, Dad, this is my boyfriend, Eddie.”

Eddie’s eyes practically bulged out of his head when he realized what Steve was doing.

“Ew, a boyfriend?” James, already back to his previous attitude, curled his lip up in disgust.

He looked so like Steve sometimes, it was alarming. If they were out running errands together, people often assumed he was his son.

“James! Watch your tone!” Anne said as she reached out a hand to shake Eddie’s. “It’s lovely to meet you, Eddie. I assume you’re the one who helped carry Steve to safety?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“So polite. Who would’ve thought Steve found someone so nice?” Richard said with a smirk and a wink at Steve.

“Are you in love?” Bethany asked as she watched Eddie from her spot against Steve’s chest.

Steve could feel his face heat up, watched as Eddie’s face went red and he looked down at the floor.

“We care about each other a lot, B,” Steve replied, hoping she would drop it.

“But he saved you! Like a princess!”

Eddie let out a small laugh as he got closer to the bed and sat down on the edge.

“Well, you look like a princess, too. What’s your name?” He asked, glancing up at Steve for a moment to make sure it was okay he sat there. Steve nodded once.

“Beffany.”

“Princess Bethany? Of Loch Nora?”

Bethany looked at Anne to confirm, nodding as soon as her mom gave her a thumbs up.

Eddie stood back up, bowed, and then sat down again.

“It’s an honor to be in your presence, your highness.”

“Are you a knight?” she asked as she scooted away from Steve’s chest and off his lap, climbing her way into Eddie’s.

Ryan was even pulling away slightly to watch what was going on.

“I wish! I haven’t been through all of my training yet. Maybe you could help me?”

“What kinda trainin’?” Bethany started playing with his hair, but Eddie didn’t stop her, wanted her to feel comfortable while Steve recovered.

“I need to learn my royal etiquette. Do you think you can show me?”

“Yes! We have lessons!”

“Great!” Eddie beamed at her. “Maybe you can give me lessons when your brother goes home?”

“Mommy! Can Eddie come play?”

“Of course. But not today. Steve has to keep resting here for a couple days and I think Eddie probably wants to be here for him.”

“Okay. I stay too?”

“No, baby. We have to let Steve rest some more. We can come back to visit tomorrow.”

Steve felt Ryan and James cling to his arms when they realized that meant they were all leaving.

“But Robin and Dustin are staying!” James was jealous. He loved spending time with Steve, thrived on being considered “mature” enough to run errands with him when their parents were busy, helping him with chores because he was the only one big enough.

Dustin was a threat to his time with Steve, even at eight he could tell.

“Actually, I passed Dustin’s mom on the way here and she was coming to get him soon to go home. He hurt his ankle and shouldn’t even be walking around right now,” Eddie said, eyes squinting in Dustin’s direction like they’d already discussed this once.

“And I have to get home to my parents so they don’t worry. Maybe you can walk me to the bus stop and keep me safe?” Robin asked, somewhat awkwardly.

She didn’t know how to talk to kids, but it was a valiant attempt.

And it seemed to work.

James perked up at the thought of helping in a big kid way.

“Oh, darling, we can drop you off at your house on our way home,” Anne said. “I’ll take you and James can walk with us so we aren’t alone. Right, James?”

James nodded vigorously.

“I’ll protect you. And then we can come back tomorrow to see if Steve’s better.”

Steve leaned down and kissed the top of Ryan’s head, smiling when he realized he fell asleep at some point during the conversation.

“He barely slept last night. I’ll carry him. Hopefully now that he’s seen you’re alive and okay he can rest,” Richard said with a sad smile.

“If you bring them all tomorrow morning, I can help them make character sheets for D&D,” Eddie suggested.

“Yes! Please, dad! Can we?” James bounced in the bed, jostling everyone a bit.

Steve hissed in pain, but tried to cover it with a smile when James looked at him with an apologetic look.

“Sure. If you promise to sleep tonight and eat breakfast in the morning, we can come back.”

“I promise!” James poked Ryan. “Ryan! Promise you’ll sleep tonight and have breakfast in the morning so we can come play D&D!”

Ryan blinked a few times, nodded, then snuggled back into Steve’s side.

As Richard and Anne worked on gathering the kids and Robin and Dustin walked out with them, Steve relaxed in the hospital bed, finally feeling most of his injuries.

He knew they would give him more pain meds if he asked, but he wanted a few minutes with Eddie first.

“Hey.”

“Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie said as he took his hand in his own, gently squeezing as he made himself comfortable on the side of the bed.

“Thanks for being so cool with them,” Steve let his eyes close for a moment as he took in every wound on his body.

He knew this was a close one, could tell by the way Eddie was looking at him a moment ago.

“You never told anyone else about them?”

Steve shook his head.

“Didn’t really need to. I figured they’d all meet eventually. Just never came up before.”

“Want me to get the nurse?” Eddie could tell he didn’t want to talk about it right now, so he changed the subject quickly.

“In a minute. Wanna kiss you.”

“Oh yeah? Come kiss me then.”

Steve opened one eye and started pouting.

“You come kiss me,” Steve said.

“Fine. But only because you’re hurting.”

Eddie leaned down to press his lips against Steve’s softly, a comfort as much as a promise for more when he was better.

“You’ll stay?”

“Yeah, sweetheart. Just gonna get the nurse and grab a snack from the machine down the hall and then I’m all yours for the night.”

“Can’t wait to feel better.”

“I know. Maybe next time you won’t try to be a hero, hm?”

“No, I don’t care about the pain or anything.”

“Then…”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie choked. “Are you always like this or are there still some drugs in your system?”

“Dunno. Never felt like this with anyone else.”

“Stevie…”

“You’re good with them. Especially Bethany. She’s a lot. But you did good. Good for my nuggets.”

Steve was slowly losing consciousness and Eddie couldn’t help the fond smile creeping up on his face.

“They seem like good gremlins. They sure love you a lot,” Eddie whispered.

“Mhm. Love you.”

“Oh. I don’t think they know me well enough to love me yet, sweetheart, but that’s nice of you to say,” Eddie scrambled to get out, his heart flipping over in his chest at the thought that that wasn’t what Steve meant.

“No.” Steve opened his eyes, staring right at Eddie. “I do. I love you.”

It was crazy. Probably a product of his injuries, exhaustion, and drug cocktail in his system. He probably thought he loved him, but they’d only just gotten together officially.

“Eds. It’s okay. I’m just lettin’ you know how I feel. You don’t have to say it back.”

“I just. I. I think I love you too. I just don’t see how you love me.”

“‘S easy.”

Just that easy.

Like Steve would have said it whether he was in the hospital or not.

—------------

The next morning, James, Ryan, and Bethany planted themselves on Steve’s bed while Eddie explained character sheets to them.

Steve watched with a smile as all of his siblings watched Eddie in awe.

His family meant the world to him, and Eddie did too. He wanted things to always be like this.

When Eddie smiled at him over James’ shoulder a while later, he thought that maybe they would be.

[rabbitblackx]

Okay but like imagine Jason and Brahms baking cookies with reader or even like trying to surprise reader by baking cookies for them is just so AJSHFJFJAJS AHHHHHHHH❤️❤️❤️

Baking cookies with Jason and Brahms

Jason Voorhees💖

Jason was just watching you bake cookies from afar one day. As you hummed a little tune and rolled the dough, you offered a kind smile

“Wanna join me, Jacey?”

Jason stood in your kitchen stiff as a board. After a few silent moments, he slowly made his way over. He looked down at the cookie dough and cutters you had strewn across the counter, then back at you

“See, it’s fun. All you gotta do is this.” You said as you grabbed a gingerbread man cutter and pushed it into the dough

Jason tilted his head attentively as you talked him through every little thing you did. He really liked your voice. You gently held up the gingerbread man shaped cookie in your palm with a smile

Jason decided to help you cut out as many cookies you both could with your dough. Some were little men, some were hearts, and some were stars. He enjoyed these simpler activities with you

He left for awhile after that, only trickling back into the kitchen as you were taking the cookies out of the oven. You set the tray on the stove, smiling down at you and Jason’s little creations

“Now we can put frosting on them. Ooh! I wanna make one look like you!” You gasped excitedly. You carefully took one of the gingerbread shaped cookies from the tray. “It’ll be so cute!” You giggled

You and Jason ended up side by side over the counter again. You drew a little hockey mask and green shirt onto your cookie using a piping bag

“Look, look!” You squealed, keen for him to see

Just as you showed Jason the cookie, you noticed the one he was decorating was a person too. It had the same hair colour as you, along with a messy little smile. You placed a hand on your chest, smiling tearfully at the big killer

“Oh, Jason. How cute are you?” You cooed, bringing him in for a hug

He loved yours too

Brahms Heelshire💖

Brahms emerged from the walls to find you making cookie dough in the kitchen. He shyly crept into the room, watching from behind with his hands against his back. As you turned to grab something, you jumped a little in surprise to find him standing there

“Oh! Brahmsy,” you greeted with a breathy laugh. “Hello! I haven’t seen you all day. Whatcha been up to?” You asked

Brahms looked to the floor shyly with a tiny shrug. You smiled at that, snapping your gaze back to your cookie dough for a second

“Well, I’ve been making cookies! Wanna help cut them out?”

Brahms looked up, cautiously stepping over to the counter where you worked. He offered a small nod, before watching you intently. You held up a round cookie cutter, and then pressed it down into the dough. You assumed he had never done this before, so you talked through every step

“You wanna try?” You offered

You held out the round cookie before setting it down into a tray. Brahms nodded again, slowly becoming more comfortable with you. He did just as you, pressing the cutter into the dough. When he didn’t remove the excess, you gently placed your hands on top of his and helped

Brahms’ heart skipped a beat at your warm touch. His skin was practically singing under your palms. He stifled a chill that ran down his spine. Your softness and encouraging words drove him a little bit wild

Brahms soon got the hang of it, and you both cut out fun shapes together. As time went on, he slowly began to talk to you in a hushed, deep voice from behind his mask

After putting the cookies into the oven, you sat in the living room with Brahms. He sat almost too close next to you on the couch, taking in your pretty features. You talked about nothing for a little bit, before he finally took off his mask

As you shared a small yet sweet kiss, the oven timer dinged in the background

[howbrightthemoon]

The audio description of the mirror scene, Bridgerton season 3, episode 5

I am carefully avoiding spoilers for the rest of part 2, and thought hey, lets do a transcript of the audio description for THE scene in ep 5. I've already said everything I love about this scene, its sensual, exciting, sexy, giggly, hot as hell. I genuinely think it's the most romantic first-time love scene in television.

C: "Oh, I will always stand up for you."

He faces her, towering over her diminutive form.

C: "because I love you...Pen."

P: (tearfully) "Are you sure?"

He gives a nod, and a small smile.

C: "Everything I said to your mother is true. And you should see it as well."

He turns her to face a full-length mirror and stands behind her.

C: "You...are the cleverest, bravest woman I have ever known. You make me feel seen in ways I have never felt seen before."

He softly draws a hairpin from her auburn curls.

C: "And then there is....the way your hair cascades down your shoulder."

It drops to the floor. [...]

C: "The firmness of your lips parted just so. The softness of your skin."

He skims a finger across her lower lip and down her neck.

C: "And then there are...other parts I've been dreaming about."

She watches in the mirror as his hand presses against her bodice. She places her hand on his as he squeezes. She turns and kisses him hungrily. [...] He spins her back towards the mirror. Standing behind her, he unfastens her gown. It slips off. He unties the laces of her pale corset, watching with wide eyes and parted lips. She holds it in place as he carefully loosens the silk ribbons. Her slip falls. She stands exposed before him. She quickly lifts her hands, covering her ripe breasts and rosy nipples.

C: "Lie down."

She tears her gaze from the mirror. Colin disrobes. Penelope sits on the chaise, watching. They keep their eyes fixed on one another as he unbuttons his ruffled black shirt. A crooked grin flashes over her face. He pulls off his shirt revealing his rippling mid-section and broad chest. Penelope's breath grows shallow. Her gaze lowers. He unfastens his wide leather belt. She watches with heavy lidded eyes. He drops his trousers on the floor in front of him. She blinks rapidly and dips her chin. He moves toward her. His lean figure and firm buttocks backlit by the light pouring in through the sheer curtained window. Penelope lies back with a blue satin blanket draped over her hips.

C: "You are so beautiful."

Colin kneels over her on the chaise. She rises to kiss him with soft, open lips. She pulls back. [...] Her bosom swells as she gazes up at him. She runs her fingers through his thick brown hair and slides her hand along his powerful shoulder. She trails it down his chest, and along his taut flank until it disappears beneath the blanket.

C: "Not there."

Her startled blue eyes flash up at him. [...]

C: "May I?"

She nods. He slides his hand down from her waist, over her rounded hip. He pulls the blanket down exposing the soft pearl white skin of her thigh. He smooths his palm inward between her parted legs. Her eyelids grow heavy. They kiss, deeply and unhurriedly. Her head falls back onto the chaise. He watches her flushed pliant features as she gives over to him completely. He withdraws his hand. Her brow creases. [...]

P: "Is there more?"

He smiles softly and nods. [...] Reaching down between them, he braces one arm on the chaise and shifts his hips forward. He gives a gentle questioning look. She nods, gripping the lean muscles in his back. He moves again. An incredulous smile blossoms on her face.

P: "It's alright."

She nods. He drops onto his elbow and kisses her deeply. She fixes him with a lustful narrow eyed stare as they move together. Under the blanket his hips drive forward. His athletic torso tenses with each thrust. He rakes his eyes over her, taking in every inch of her body. His mouth drops open. His eyes shut. Her forehead creases.

He studies her face. She wears a dreamy smile, gently stroking his arm and chest.

C: "Was it all right?"

P: "It was perfect...can we do it again?"

C: "Give me five minutes...maybe ten."

They kiss languidly beneath the peacock blue satin.

SO. BEAUTIFUL.

[ave09]

marriage

indiana jones x reader

“indy?”

“doll?”

“where do you draw the line when it comes to grading?” the man glanced up at you, pushing his round spectacles up the bridge of his nose, “what do you mean?” 

you slid the test you were grading across the table, “her answer is correct technically speaking, but he added a lot of unnecessary information that i had to pick the paragraph apart to find the right answer.” 

his hazel eyes skimmed the overly large paragraph, chuckling, “mark it as wrong.” you arched your brows in surprise, “really?” indiana nodded, “she’s adding in the extra information in order to try and score points with me, i’ve seen it too many times before.” 

“but won’t marking it wrong benefit her? this is worth ten points, marking this wrong will bring her to an F. therefore, you will have you will have to meet with her after class, giving her exactly what she wants, which is alone time with her attractive professor.” 

indiana stared blankly for a moment. he knew you were right. and yet, his answer remained the same, “mark it wrong.” 

you complied, using a red pen to mark an ‘x’ over the question. “well, don’t complain to me when she starts writing ‘love you’ across her eyelids.” 

suddenly, indiana rose from his seat abruptly, “maybe it’s time to show them that i already have a lovely lady.” 

“they know, i’ve been to your class before, indiana.” 

“no no, i mean like officially. show ‘em that i’m off the market completely.” you furrowed your brows, “indy, i’m not following.” the man rushed out of the room, toward the kitchen. you rose to follow him, only to hear, “don’t move!” 

so you remained seated. you heard a rummaging sound, then a clang. your gut told you to go see what was going on, but you remained compliant to indiana’s orders. 

he reentered the room, “okay,” he exhaled deeply, “i was gonna plan this out, make it nice and all, but i am known to be spontaneous..” 

then he dropped to one knee. your eyes widened as he revealed a small velvet box. you couldn’t believe it. 

“beautiful, we’ve been through a whole hell of a lot. from wild adventures, to almost dying, you’ve stuck with me through it all. and i’ll be honest, i never saw myself as the type of guy to settle down, but, then i met you.”

tears stung your eyes.

“you make me better, you make my life better. you’re the light in the darkness and i love you so much.”

he opened the box, revealing a beautiful diamond ring. 

“will you do me and the honor, and become mrs. jones.” 

you smiled tearfully, nodding rapidly, “of course i will, indy.” he grinned widely, “i had a feeling you’d say yes.” indiana then rose to his full height, you stood as well, approaching him. the man gently reached for your left hand, sliding the band onto your ring finger.

you couldn’t believe it! you were getting married!

“y’know, i think this calls for a celebration.” 

“celebration?” you were thinking he met breaking out the wine, or even heading to the bedroom. but instead, indiana moseyed toward the stereo, clicking it on.

 ‘cheek to cheek’ by fred astaire began playing. 

indiana turned around, extending a hand toward you, “dance with me?” 

“of course.” you replied, taking his hand. you two danced around your dining room, completely forgetting about the pile of papers that needed to be graded.

indiana began singing along in a low voice, “when we’re off together dancing cheek to cheek.” it was always a surprise to hear him

sing. it was one of the man’s many hidden talents, and you were the only one he’d ever sing for. 

he then spun you around, before pulling you close to him. 

“i love you.” he whispered, leaning in to kiss you. 

“i know.” you replied, only to have him

jerk back, “ i know? that’s all i get? i know?” you let out a loud laugh, “i love you too, indy. more than anything.” you then pressed your lips to his in a passionate kiss.

— — —

the next morning, indiana jones walked to his classroom with an unexplained pep in his step.  the students exchanged confused looks, the professors were curious.

the man stepped into his classroom, clapping his hands as he grinned at the students, “good morning class!”

“good morning, doctor jones.” they replied. one of the girls, the very one who had added all the entire information onto her test, raised her hand. 

“yes, miss fisher?”

“you seem very happy this morning, doctor jones, has something happened?” the man’s smile somehow grew bigger as he thought back to the events of the night before.

“something has happened, miss fisher, and i’ve been waiting all morning to tell you-i’m getting married.” 

[uhzuku]

— 𝐏𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐍! ; 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: not all early arrivals are a good thing. 

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: genshin impact | 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: tighnari/gn!reader | 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: nsfw ; minors dni | 𝐰/𝐜: 1.80k. 

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: gn!reader, tighnari in heat, no he/she pronouns for reader but they have a dick, anal creampie, drooling, heat cycles, breeding kink, begging, crying, dacryphilia, pillow humping, bed humping, anal fingering, tail pulling, dacryphilia. 

— 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 !!

tanned fingers dig into soft bed sheets as tighnari squirms against them. his heat had come early this year, and y/n was away on business — they weren’t even in sumeru anymore, not when what they needed to do involved being on inazuma’s watatsumi island. as a result, he was left alone to suffer, his skin hot and sweaty and his cock hard and aching against his taut stomach. 

“y-y/nnn!” he moans weakly, calling for his absent lover while rolling over to rut against the bed. tears spring up in his eyes along his waterline, threatening to fall as he dryly sobs when he gets no relief from his movements, even with the friction caused by humping the mattress. “y/n, please!”

silence broken only by the sounds of the forest is his only response, and he lets out another short sob as his abdomen tightens up painfully, demanding he be filled in the way his body so desperately craved. he buries his face in the pillows, biting at the fabric while the tears begin to fall, his breathing coming out in heavy gasps. his ass, presented perfectly as he pushed it high in the air with his back arched, sways slightly in place as his thighs tremble. scratching sounds fill the hut as he claws at the sheets, his mouth falling open to release the fabric of his pillow so more whines and cries can come out. he grabs y/n’s pillow and sticks it between his legs, humping it desperately and only letting out a wail when it does nothing to ease the heat and pain in his belly. 

his ears flick back as the door to his hut opens behind him, and his eyes widen in a panic. he was in heat, no one was supposed to know about what happens during this time — the other rangers knew ( because how couldn’t they? ), but no one had seen! no one but y/n was allowed to look down over him and see him in this way. “n-no-!” he gasps, fearful that one of his subordinates would find him this way, but when he turns he discovers nothing but absolute mercy. 

y/n stood in the doorway, their travel bag slung over their shoulder; like tighnari’s heat, they’d come back to him early. 

“y-y/n!” he sobs, twisting around so he can crawl on his hands and knees to them when they toss their bag to the side and take quick strides towards the foot of the bed. “m-missed you, ‘nd i need it — need you!” his voice is shrill and reflects his desperation, and he whines as they gently take one of his ears in one of their hands and rubs it softly. tears roll down his cheeks as he turns his head into their touch, and he sniffles. “please f-fuck me…”

“aw, puppy — did your heat come early?” y/n asks softly, and tighnari nods tearfully. y/n frowns down at him, their brows furrowed; they take off their coat, casting it to the floor without a second thought, and kick off their shoes, stripping themselves of the rest of their clothes as well before climbing on the bed to be with him. 

tighnari throws himself on top of them, grabbing whatever bare flesh he can and pressing his mouth against theirs in a near forceful kiss, whining into y/n’s lips while grinding himself against their thigh. one of his hands bumps against the brass buckle of their belt as they whip it off for him, and his hand continues scrambling around their crotch until it finally comes to a stop on their hardened cock, his fingers curling into a fist around it before jerking it a couple times. his love moans into his mouth, and he whimpers into theirs as they pull him up to sit in their lap with his legs on either side of their hips. 

a sudden shriek falls from his mouth when theirs latches onto one of his already sensitive nipples, sucking hard; his mouth falls open farther in a cry, his thighs trembling, and y/n sticks two of their fingers in his mouth without warning. 

“suck,” they order, their voice a low drawl that sends a shiver up his spine, and he immediately closes his mouth and curls his tongue around the digits, sucking them and coating them in saliva. as he suckles at them, his eyes roll back a little, the very weight of their fingers in his mouth already giving him some relief. 

he whines when they pull them from his hot mouth, a thick strand of saliva connecting them as he chases them with his mouth before they disappear from his sight, bow completely out of reach. he gasps suddenly when he feels y/n’s fingers, wet from when they’d had them in his mouth, press into his empty hole both at once, crooking up to toy with his swollen prostate. 

and then fresh tears begin to fall. 

he didn’t mean to cry, but he just couldn’t help it - the combined feelings of his lover’s  fingers curling up over his prostate while buried all the way to the knuckle in his tight ass, as well as the way they were fisting his cock with an almost cruel grip all while sucking and biting his nipples had him howling, unintended tears springing from his eyes as he cried out for them. “y-y/n! oh please, y/n, fuck me!” 

“that’s it baby, cry for me!” y/n purrs, their other hand holding his hips and pushing then down so he grinds their cocks against one another hard. “come on, ‘nari, give it all to me.” the tears rolled down his cheeks in a constant stream, tighnari absolutely wailing now. 

“i-in — put it in!” he begs, fresh tears rolling down his cheeks, and y/n helps him shakily stand on his knees so they can press their cockhead against his twitching hole. 

“go slow-“ they warn, but tighnari ignores them, instead slamming down to take them in all at once. his eyes bug out, fresh tears bursting from them, and he lets out a shrill scream. y/n is worried at first, and goes to check on their boyfriend, but tighnari just lifts his hips before dropping back down, repeating the action and turning himself into a blubbering mess. 

“oh g-god — oh yes — oh fuck-!” he sobs, his insides confirming to the shape of y/n’s cock in the best way. his hips desperately rutted up into their front as his ass ground down, and he cried from how good it felt. while he does so, y/n starts actively fucking their boyfriend, making him howl with pleasure and his short claws digging so deeply into their back that blood popped up in pinpricks whenever he moved his hands. “y/n, y/n, y/n — please, ‘ve been a g-good boy, i've been so goo-ood-!”

after a long stretch of them fucking him like this, he absolutely melts into their touch as they slowed their brutal thrusts to a slow roll of their hips in order to lick his tears away.  “such a good boy...” y/n murmurs, nuzzling their nose against his cheek. 

loud, high pitched chirps and whines punctuate his moans and sobs, his eyes both crossed and rolled back as y/n bounces him on their thick cock. it’s stretching him out, filling him in all the best ways, and the burn that came with minimal lube has him clenching around the root of y/n’s cock. y/n themself groans lowly, squeezing their eyes closed and letting their head fall back onto the bunch of pillows behind them as tighnari gets more and more desperate. 

“oh archons — oh fuck, ‘m cummin’ ‘m gonna cum!” he pants, eyes wide and wild as his own cum spurts all over his chest; not a full orgasm, no, but he’d get there. “cum in me, fill me up! i want all of your cum in my ass, want you to breed me!” he whines, and y/n lifts their head to look at him again. their eyes are dark, looking almost pitch black as their pupils have swallowed their irises. 

taking him by the hips, y/n rolls them over, pulling out after getting tighnari on his back. the fox hybrid lets out a small but loud cry of discomfort from the loss and sudden emptiness, but y/n is rolling him over in an instant, his cock pinned between the mattress and his taut tummy. when they grab him by the base of his tail and lift him with it so his ass is presented to them, he realizes where they’re going with all the movement, and so he eagerly welcomes the sudden fullness that comes with y/n slamming their cock all the way inside all at once. 

“oh my gods!” he screams, and y/n throws their head back again as they settle back onto their former brutal pace, their balls slapping against his loud enough for an echoing smacking to fill the hut alongside that of their hips hitting his ass. “wan’ it, wan’ it — wan’ your puppies, wan’ all your babies, wan’ a wh-whole litter! please, master, breed me!”

with nothing short of a roar y/n slams themself into him one last time as thick globs of cum shoot from the tip of their cock and start filling his insides. as the sudden, telling warmth fills his guts he lets out a long screech that tapers off into a wailed moan, his own cum splattering against the sheets beneath him as he cums again, this time having an entire orgasm. his entire body spasms against y/n’s, his fingers digging into the sheets and his claws ripping them, as he’s both filled with cum and letting it out. 

a shaky, ragged breath leaves his mouth and he all but collapses against the bed, held up only by y/n’s callused hands. they gently ease him down, carefully pulling out and watching the seemingly endless river of cum that leaves his swollen, abused hole before getting the cup of water he’d put on a nearby table. 

they hold the cup to his lips, cradling his head carefully. “drink, my love,” they murmur, and tighnari does as told, his exhaustion allowing him to do nothing but cooperate. once he’s drank his fill, y/n finishes the rest and refills the glass, putting it back where they’d gotten it before climbing back into bed with him and curling up around him at his back. he’s dozing now, resting between this wave that’s ended and the future one that would be coming in around an hour, and y/n can’t help but smile down at him as he grabs their arm and clings to it, laying his head on it like a pillow. 

they were more than glad they cut their trip short; there was no place they’d rather be. 

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © { 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 } 𝐛𝐲 𝟒𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐒. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.

[shirefantasies]

Oh! Can I request headcanons for our wonder women of middle earth with a reader who wasn't raised with physical affection but yearns for it?

This is too real for me 🥲 yes of course friend!!! 🥺

Women of Middle Earth When You Aren’t Used to Physical Affection (F!Reader)

Eowyn

✧ It begins at the jolt you give when she reaches for your hand. She feels your back stiffen, looks at you with confusion and a hint of fear, even, that you were startled or uncomfortable. “My apologies,” you tell her, “I am just not used to- to being shown such…” You are pulled into a hug before you can stutter out the rest.

✧ It becomes a challenge for Eowyn to find new and adequate ways to show you love.

✧ She adores looping her arm in yours as you walk, peering at you with the most loving of smiles whenever you glance her way.

✧ Eowyn listens. She understands. Sitting with your legs all but intertwined between you, she hears your story and shares her own tale of childhood lost. Shyly you reach up to take her hand, and tearfully grinning she nods and interlocks your fingers.

✧ She is unafraid to disparage those who made you feel unloved, afraid in any way, sometimes even as whispers between kisses.

Galadriel

✧ “Do not feel ashamed,” she urges you with a smile, “I want it, too. Most of us crave it. You are not demanding. You are not broken.”

✧ Her one goal in this world becomes to have you feeling as safe and happy as possible.

✧ Touches you so gently, fair hands practically feather-light upon your skin as she caresses the curves of your face.

✧ Will remind you every day if need be that her arms are a safe place for you, that you are welcome to ask or even simply to collapse there in your moments of need.

✧ Also will tease you at times, showing you affection she knows will have you flustered. A favorite move of hers is to shift your legs into her lap, running her hands along them.

Arwen

✧ A moment of teasing affection brings forth a reaction in you that Arwen cannot deny- when she runs a hand along your chin to get you to look at her, she feels the heat flare up beneath your skin. Sees the longing that flashes in your eyes.

✧ Aware that you may feel too proud to ask or even fear punishment of some kind, Arwen makes a conscious effort to initiate more soft, serious affection.

✧ One of her favorites is running her thumb over the back of your hand when she holds it.

✧ Your hesitance begins to show the longer it is carved into familiarity; thus, your beloved takes to surreptitious gestures at those times. Taking your arm or even gently letting her hand fall such that it rests in your lap, where you can hold it in yours.

✧ Sneaks up behind you to wrap her arms around you, your shoulders if you sit and middle if you are standing. All to show you again and again that she wants this, desires the feeling of connection you struggled to find for far too long.

Rosie

✧ Being casual with her affection, she does not notice at first what sort of reaction or attitude you have toward it.

✧ In fact, it is not until one day when Rosie pulls you into a hug and feels how you crumple into her arms; you need not speak- she knows.

✧ One of her methods of encouragement is guiding you, taking your hands and placing them on her where she likes. Affirming your touch with nods and smiles as you gently caress her waist, shoulder, wherever she has guided you this time.

✧ Takes to asking you outright “Would you like a hug?” Of course you almost always nod your head yes and step right in!

✧ She loves how much you love the affection, melting herself at the way you nuzzle into her, breathing her in like the sweetest perfume.

Dis

✧ Physical affection does not come so naturally for her, so some time passes before it comes to her notice, but once she does, it’s a true effort to practice it for your sake.

✧ She catches the way your hand creeps as you sit side by side, fingers twitching tentatively along the space between you, hovering with uncertainty over her resting hand. Motions with unnecessary fear. With a little smirk, Dis claims your hand in one great swoop.

✧ From then on your connection is almost always solidified physically; Dis is very protective with her affection, preferring things like a hand firmly about your waist as she moves you out of harm’s way.

✧ She also insists upon holding your hand in crowds “in case you get lost”.

✧ Has been known to scoop you up and carry you on her shoulders or back from time to time, perhaps a bridal-style carry so she can kiss your cheek.

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[bougiebutchbitch]

listen I just think [nsft under cut]

trans croc should fuck buggy using his own cock as a strap, all while forcing him to call himself croc's naughty little girl <3

buggy should warm croc's dick while he's doing paperwork because that's all he's good for, and croc pretends to be getting annoyed that he's so squirmy and hungry for stimulation but he's actually getting off on it

mihawk's first time with buggy should be fraught with mihawk asking himself (and buggy) 'what did shanks see in you?', and buggy returning the favour. it was bittersweet and a bit brutal. mihawk actually felt a bit bad after.

mihawk should be in an established relationship with croc that's built on mutual respect, if not love, and appreciation of each other's skill & rep <3 they're steady, mature, and sensible about it. they have a genuine, deep connection that they never expected to find in each other, but now it's there, it would take a lot to break.

he and croc are very relaxed and kinda gentle and versatile and switchy with each other? But then they both see buggy and internally say 'I want to obliterate him'

It takes quite a while for mihawk and croc to admit this to each other though. When they finally do, it's a big relief - they just... shake hands, exchange a nod, and get to work

To start with, they really don't give a shit about buggy at all, they just wanna fuck him. but he's... kinda adorably flustered and fun and responsive and... hm. He's a worthless little worm. But when they tell him that, he tearfully agrees and gets hard? Cute.

mihawk is suuuuper quiet but buggy and croc both find any vocalisation they get him to make a HUGE turn-on

mihawk has cold-dom'd buggy to tears

croc has rough-dom'd buggy to tears

both of them have death-threat'd him to begging and tears mid-sex, but he never safewords because he's soooo stupidly horny about the danger and degradation

buggy just ugly-cries a lot okay

mihawk is surprisingly good at aftercare, even if he approaches it in a very regimented, methodical autistic af way. He's the most invested in the future of the Cross Guild, and somewhere deep within that mysterious brain he's planned their throuple marriage. Even though he still despises buggy and croc alike on some days.

croc is kinda standoffish and leery about showing affection at first (to anything but his bananawani). With mihawk it wasn't a big deal - but buggy is absolutely, 5000% a snuggler. Not to mention a terribly rough, mobile sleeper. And though he always bitches, croc can't imagine waking up without a foot wedged under his chin or a disembodied arm hooked over his knee. He doesn't know when he got used to having these two idiots as semi-permanant fixtures in his life, but he's kinda pissed that he doesn't want them gone.

buggy is still 90% terrified, 10% horny, but that's better than 99% terrified, right? He still thinks of himself as an intruder - a business-only investment who's only alive because he's a useful scapegoat + fucktoy. Of course they don't actually like or respect him. Who would? He's out for himself, like he always has been. Ready to split if the water gets too hot or a better opportunity comes along.

...but his followers love him.......and the sex is good (even if it inevitably leaves him a shaking, whimpering wreck).........and he might actually have a chance at snatching the One Piece if he has two awesome powerhouses in his pocket.................... and.... and look, the sex is really good, okay?

........and maybe he likes how mihawk is quietly thoughtful, showing care through little actions rather than words (fixing little things Buggy's complained about, always somehow knowing which part of his back to rub)

...............and how croc only cares about money and power, but still sometimes gets this strange, soft look in his eyes when it's a quiet evening and the three of them are sitting together sharing space, but all doing their own thing. he always looks oddly scared about it, like he doesn't quite know what to do with whatever he's feeling, and buggy has this stupid urge to cuddle up beside him and rest his cheek on his big shoulder and just share his warmth

but he doesn't because he doesn't want to get punched into next week

.........until one night he does and croc just looks down at him with those unfathomable eyes and smiles

and across the room, mihawk's deep in his book, feet curled up under him in the chair, but he's smiling too

and now Buggy's the one getting all choked up, though he doesn't know why

This is all to say that Buggy is the last one to catch feels. One day he busts into The Meeting Room (sex dungeon) in the middle of an actual meeting and shrieks 'ARE WE DATING????' to which croc and mihawk blankly stare and reply buggy. buggy we have been in a dedicated polyamorous relationship for five years

[oneshotnewbie]

heyy!!! i don’t mean to seem eager or like i’m spamming you, but i have a second request if that’s okay! if you’re comfortable, i’d like it to be an x child!reader unless you feel the need to change it to fit your idea of the story better, or whatever makes you comfortable, in which i don’t mind.

reader is Emily Prentiss’ daughter, who is around eight or so and reader is a little daredevil. like, she climbs on things and does these little stunts that scare emily half to death, so she’s always scolding her about it? maybe one day reader ends up doing one of her little stunts and gets hurt – nothing major, just a scraped knee or something, and emily cleans her up and explains why she can’t be doing things like that because it’s dangerous and she could get hurt again? reader tearfully agrees and promises not to do it again, or just something along these lines. i hope you keep your motivation, and are doing well, you’re a wonderful writer!

thanks!! - 🍄 anon

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Emily sat on a wooden park bench in front of a small playground while the first warm rays of sunlight filtered through the leaves of the trees. The sounds of children playing in the background and the happy chirping of birds formed a harmonious melody. She breathed the scent of the first blooming flowers and freshly mown grass into her nose, watching you play on the climbing frame, fueled by a childlike energy that seemed limitless.

"Honey, please be careful! And don't even think of climbing the trees, love!" She shouted to you as she stressed trying to stay calm while reading a book.

You were a little daredevil with wild curls on your head, ignoring your mother's admonitions and deftly disappearing from her sight to climb a low branch of a nearby oak tree. Your mother sighed and shook her head uncomfortably, not understanding your indomitable need to explore the world. This made Emily particularly anxious, making her heart soar every time she walked outside with you.

"Y/n y/m/n Prentiss! If you don't get down there now, there will be no ice cream for the rest of the week!" She scolded, her voice laced with a hint of concern as she finally tossed the book back into her bag, deeming it pointless to even try to read the first page of it. Emily stood up with a sigh and walked over to you, who was already sitting on the branch, looking up triumphantly and giggling happily to herself. "Oh mom, I have everything under control. Look how high I am!"

"You may have everything under control, but I'm not so sure I have it," she stood on her toe-tips, leaning on the thick trunk of the tree and reaching for your small hand. "Please come down, you little daredevil, before I have a heart attack from being anxious."

You cleverly climbed down again, jumping the last few centimeters into the arms of your mother, who was holding her arms outstretched towards you. Your eyes were still shining with excitement as you sat on her hips and wrapped your hands around her neck. "Mom, look. I'll show you something else I can do."

You wriggled out of her arms and before your mother could say anything or continue to hold you, you began attempting a shaky handstand that you seemed to have copied from the older kids on the lawn a few meters away from the playground. Emily held her breath and didn't look away from you. You swayed menacingly and her fear increased as her mind turned to the worst possible outcomes that could happen if you couldn't keep your balance. But you managed to land on your feet again and beamed proudly at your mother.

"See, Mom. I said I could do it!" You announced happily, clapping your hands together in joy. The black-haired woman couldn't help it and sighed in relief. "Yes, yes. You are really brave, my little devil. But please do me a favor and be careful. I don't want you to get seriously injured and have to go to the doctor. You hate doctors."

You nodded seriously and understandingly before running off to go on the next adventure, banishing what your mother had said to the farthest corner of your brain. Emily shook her head with a smile and thought about how much courage and desire to explore you had and where it came from in the first place. Life was like an endless playing field for you, full of possibilities, and she couldn't deny that deep down she was proud to have such an adventurous daughter.

Worried, she sat back down on the bench and tried to read her new novel once more. You continued to rage around, your energy inexhaustible. And this time, your mother had no idea that the second half of your adventure would be different.

Only minutes later, she heard a surprised, long scream followed by sobbing noises and your voice calling loudly for her. Her maternal instincts kicked in and she quickly jumped up to see what had happened. You sat on the floor, your hands clutching a scraped knee. "Y/n! What happened?" She called out worriedly as she rushed over to you.

"I fell off the wall, mom. It hurts so much!" you sobbed and she immediately knelt next to you in the sandbank to carefully examine the scraped area. Her slightly cold fingers ghosted over your injured skin and as she tried to blow the scratchy sand out of the wound, you began to cry. "Oh dear, that looks really painful. But don't worry, mommy will take care of it."

Emily stood up from her crouch and lifted you back up onto her hip. Your tearful, wet face buried itself in the black-haired girl's shoulder while your hands wrapped tightly around her neck and didn't want to let go. With you, she walked back to her seat and carefully sat down with you on her lap.

She quickly rummaged around in her bag and pulled out a disinfectant spray, zinc ointment and a plaster. As she carefully cleaned and treated your knee, she couldn't help but quietly explain to you how important it was to be careful. "You know how much I love you. Right? That's why you really need to be more careful. These small but dangerous adventures could seriously hurt you. You could hurt yourself more than you can imagine."

With tears in your eyes gently falling down your cheek, you looked up at her, simultaneously playing with a lost strand of her hair that strayed in front of your face. "But it's so much fun. I just wanted to see if I could climb it."

Emily let out a sigh as she carefully stuck the band-aid in place. "I understand it's fun, darling. But safety always comes first. You can have other fun without getting hurt. Mommy is very worried about you."

You lowered your head, rubbing your dirty and grimy hand at your eyes to wipe away the usual tears that remained. A feeling of regret washed over you. "I'm sorry. I promise I won't do it again and if I do, I'll call you so you can hold me."

Emily gently stroked your hair and smiled comfortingly before placing a big kiss on your forehead. "This is my brave little adventurer. I know you're learning and understanding. Sometimes we just need to protect ourselves from ourselves. And since you can't do that yet, I'll do it for you."

You nodded and got up from her lap. She straightened your shirt and pants after the fall, patting them a few times to remove the dust from the sand from you before you took her hand and pulled her to the slide, where she was supposed to slide and swing with you for a few laps.