#thank you so much for doing thissss | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

withleeknow · 8 days

Note

i think you'll do well with requests bc they seem to be popular in the fanfic side of tumblr! but even if it doesn't take off that quick, at least that'll be less overwhelming bc some ppl can be so demanding....anyways, i hope the best for you in this new journey haha 💝

me personally, i'm not very creative so i'll leave the details to the professionals (aka you) but i'd like to req something from minho's pov. i think those type of stories are SEVERELY lacking in the lee know fics department lol 🥲 it could be a childhood friends to lovers where he is pining for oc but he has a lot of self esteem issues and thinks she's not interested in him. also a big softie and just all around head over heels for her. you can add your magic! (if this is even remotely interesting enough to write lol i just want a minho pov tbh shsjjfjdjdj 😭)

light years.

summary: three times minho bites his tongue, and one time you don't let him.

pairing: minho x f!reader genre/warnings: childhood friends to lovers, fluff, angst; kissing, cursing, so much pining i could hurl. could this have been more edited? oh absolutely lmao but i actually don't hate it sooo this is what we're going with :p word count: 4.2k note: to the first anon, thank you so much for your kind words! :') and i'm sorry that this took me longer than expected. i was trying to figure out what i wanted to write for your prompt but then i got the second request with the song and i thought they would go nicely together hehehehe i hope the both of you enjoy thissss

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

navigation / request masterlist / ko-fi

I'm not sure what it means to love But I blink kind of slow around you I'm not sure what it means to love But I'll grow wherever you do What that means, I don't have a clue

I'm Not Sure - Margeaux Beylier

One.

Minho is 18 years old, and he doesn't know what love is, doesn't really care for it at all.

While his friends are out there wrapped in the clutches of young love - the kind that blooms with stolen glances in classrooms and sticky notes passed in secrecy, Minho finds it simply unnecessary. He doesn't understand it whenever Hyunjin whines about not having a girlfriend because they're still young, they've got all the time in the world for romance later down the line. It's not the end of the world like Hyunjin laments it is.

Minho has his own life to prioritize. College is starting after the summer and he still needs to figure out how he's going to cope with the absence of his cats once he moves away. He's got dancing and he's got his other hobbies to keep him fulfilled and occupied.

And above all, he's got you.

You're getting ready for your sister's wedding when it happens for the first time. Or rather, when it doesn't happen.

You step back into the room where Minho is waiting for you on the sofa, his gaze resting idly on the screen of his phone, scrolling absentmindedly through his friends' group chat even though he has no interest in whatever they're talking about. You cough lightly to indicate your return after disappearing into the bathroom minutes prior to change into your dress. He looks up upon your soft announcement, and when his eyes settle on you, he swears it feels like an invisible force has collided with his chest and knocked all of the air from his lungs.

Throughout all his years of knowing you, inseparable from childhood until now, Minho has never seen you like this - all dolled up with your hair falling over your collarbones, cascading over your shoulders in soft waves that beckons him to run his fingers through. The light blue dress hugs you beautifully, the silky material catching the light from outside the window every time you shift on your feet under his steady gaze.

"So...?" you ask, moving your arms awkwardly behind your back like you're not sure what to do with them. "What do you think?"

What does he think?

Minho thinks you might just be the prettiest girl in the world. He thinks he must have been an idiot his whole life, to have spent most of his waking hours beside you and not once has he noticed how truly breathtaking you are. He thinks about the feeling that spreads in the pit of his stomach, sends warmth throughout his body and makes his heartbeat race a million miles an hours.

Your best friend blinks slowly as he savors the warmth that he's never experienced before. It's similar to the feeling you get when you're sitting under the shade of a big tree on a summer's day. It's comparable to the satisfied tranquility you get after you've just finished a hearty meal. A little hazy in your contentment.

It's not until you probe with a pointed Well? that Minho realizes he's been staring at you in silence for a few minutes now. He swallows thickly, willing away the words that he wants to say but they get lodged in his throat. He reckons it's weird to verbalize them, because it's not how the two of you function. You don't often utter that kind of sentiment out loud and he doesn't either. Never have and likely never will.

In the end, he bites his tongue. "You look presentable," is what he settles on.

You roll your eyes, then reward him with a laugh.

Minho doesn't care about love. He only cares about you.

Two.

Minho is 21 years old, and he's gotten used to his heart beating erratically whenever he's in your presence.

Three years flew by in the blink of an eye, and graduation is just around the corner. You've always done well in school, straight A student with a track record that most could only dream to have. You put in the hours, you do the work. You deserve everything that you've achieved.

But it's been a challenging few months for you both, being seniors and all. He's had to watch you struggle to stay on top of your classes while also having to slave over a thesis 24/7 until you were sure it was perfect. It reduced you to tears a few times, and Minho was there to hold your hand through it all.

He held you in his comforting embrace when you wanted to give up. He made you dinner when you were too immersed in your schoolwork to notice that you'd forgotten to eat. He was your biggest support system; if it weren't for him, you don't know if you would've made it through.

It's hot outside today, a little unbearable but not uncharacteristic for June. Minho waits in a familiar hallway, the same hall that he's walked past for hundreds of times over the past few years, the same hall that he won't see again once he holds a degree in his hands in only a few weeks' time.

As he sits on an old wooden bench, he bounces his leg as if he's one of the people in the classrooms that line the hall. He doesn't have to be on campus today, but here he is regardless because you're scheduled for your thesis defense this morning. You're in one of those rooms, probably also bouncing your leg from the overwhelming nerves. Minutes feel like hours; you went in there a while ago after he had sent you off with a pat on the head and an encouraging Godspeed.

He's nervous for you, but he's sure that you'll do great. Years of hard work accumulating in what must be the most important moment of your academic journey. You even stayed up all night last night, refusing to sleep a wink just to revise your arguments and talking points.

Minho's head snaps up instantly as he hears a door creak open, the sound of it reverberating throughout the empty hallway like a gong announcing your return from battle. It takes you a few seconds to step out of the room and into his line of sight. He can't see you very well with all this distance between you, but he can still make out the way your frame is visibly shaking with every step you take. He rises to his feet, and you break into a sprint.

He opens his arms wide - a hug of consolation or congratulations, he doesn't know yet - but he still can't seem to brace himself for the collision. You run straight into his embrace, your warms wounding around his middle tightly. Minho feels your tremors, hears your sniffles from where you're pressing your cheek against his shoulder.

"How did it go?" he asks gently.

You start crying then, and he doesn't know if the tears that his shirt is soaking up are those of joy or of grief, but he holds you through it anyway. He swears he can feel every single beat of your heart, hammering so wildly as you're pressed against him like you could sink into him if only you'd push just a little bit more.

"I passed," you say in between sobs. "I got an A."

Minho heaves out the breath that he's been holding ever since you entered that classroom, but it's not like he had any doubt about it to begin with. He hugs you tighter than he's ever had before, and he loves you just the same.

You two must look so dramatic, all wrapped up together in your own little bubble, but who the fuck cares? Although, when another student passes by and coughs, you do break away from him, a little embarrassed for a second.

Even with your hair all mussed up and your flushed cheeks stained with tears, he still thinks you look the same as you did when you were 18 at your sister's wedding. The prettiest girl in the world.

Minho wipes away the wetness on your face with his sleeves, then swipes with gentle thumbs at the moisture that's gathered along your lash lines.

"Holy fucking shit," you breathe out, your shoulders sagging with evident relief, so much more relaxed now that you've done it. "I can't believe it's finally over."

Your best friend can't entirely agree, because he's always believed in you. He's had faith in you since the beginning, since you were mere children laughing and crying together on the playground. You were meant to do great things, this was always crystal clear to Minho.

I love you, he thinks as he smooths a hand over your hair, his chest swelling with nothing but pride and fondness for you. You did so well.

But it's not what he ends up telling you. He swallows it down, washes it away with a dose of regret and longing. He's still not the type to express sappy sentiments, and he's grown accustomed to adoring you only in secret.

"Let's go," he says softly. "I'll buy you dinner."

Minho is still young, he's still got his whole life ahead of him, but he knows what love is now. He knows that it's you.

Three.

Minho is 24 years old, and he finds it hard to make peace with the fact that you're starting to get out there, that you're finally going on dates now that academics aren't taking up most of your time anymore.

To be fair, none of the guys you've seen have been graced with a second date, and Minho thanks his lucky stars whenever you return from a night out and text him a simple Not it. He knows that it wasn't your decision in the first place, that your mom and your sister have been setting you up on blind dates because they want to see you bring a boyfriend home.

You complain about it all the time, whining about how you're not interested but your family is adamant on it. Minho is well aware, and yet, there's a part of him that's a little shaken, because what if? What if the universe miscalculates and the stars misalign just enough in his misfortune for you to cross paths with someone who's absolutely perfect for you? Someone who's a good man that can give you what you've always deserved to have.

He really doesn't know what he would do if that happens. When it happens?

He doesn't know why you're here tonight either, sitting on a chair on the other side of his kitchen island in a pretty dress when you're supposed to be going on a date in half an hour. The guy apparently works for a big record label, some producer that your sister knows through a friend of a friend.

You look indifferent, kind of bored, as you watch Minho makes dinner for himself. "You seem miserable," he comments, taking a quick break from chopping vegetables to glance up at you. You do look a bit miserable, but you're still the most beautiful in his eyes.

You throw your head back and groan loudly, "Because I am. God, I don't know why they keep making me do this. These guys always give nothing."

"Please elaborate."

"They're all boring suits with tedious routines." you say, and as absentminded as your tone is, it sounds a little pointed to Minho's ears. "They don't make me laugh."

Do they not make you laugh, or do they not make you laugh more than I can?

"Then don't go," he snickers, though there's no humor in his voice at all. "These guys sound like duds. Just tell your sister to fuck off."

"Do you mean that? Do you really think I shouldn't go?"

And there's something in your gaze, something so suddenly expectant in the way you're looking at him that makes Minho wonder. If he says yes, would you listen? Would you stay here with him? Would you stay here for him?

I'm serious. Don't go. You can have this and I'll make myself ramyeon. Just be here with me.

You both stare at each other on either side of his kitchen island for an infinite stretch of time. He feels like your eyes are trying to tell him something that he can't decipher, as if they're sending him signals in a language that he never learned how to read.

For a second there, he indulges himself. He pretends that you're only asking because you want to hear him say it. That you want him to put up a fight and not let you go.

But he bites his tongue because it's become a bad habit. A habit that he can't shake because he simply doesn't have the courage to do so. Because if you stay here tonight, looking like that under the cozy lighting of his living room, he might just spill his secrets and he wouldn't be able to take it when reality comes crashing down and you end up telling him that you've never felt the same way.

"I'm kidding," he musters up the words, and tries to plaster on a smile for your sake, even though he's not sure if you really believe it. "You're dressed up anyway. Go and get a free fancy dinner, if anything."

Minho knows what love is, but his love has always lived in the shadows, his longing has only existed in the dark that it terrifies him just thinking about it meeting the light.

Four.

Minho is 26 years old, and he's been a coward for the better part of a decade.

Maybe he's loved you for even longer, but he has spent the past eight years head over heels in love with you, and not once has he done anything about it. Never been able to gather enough courage to ask you out, never even hinted at his feelings for you. He loves you from his place by your side and yet, you've never known.

He loves you the most, but he loves you in the worst way that a person can love another - he loves you in silence.

You're the prettiest girl in the world, and Lee Minho is a pathetic coward.

All these years, he's kept quiet and for what? There's always a spot reserved for him right next to you and yet, it feels like he can only watch you from the sidelines, far away from where it really matters, because he doesn't think he can fit into your life the way he truly wants. You taught him what love was, and love, to Minho, is unattainable. Something he can spend the rest of his life yearning for but won't ever have.

Love hurts. Sometimes, all love does is hurt.

"I would've taken you to a nice restaurant if you asked, you know," he says, putting a chocolate cupcake on the coffee table in front of you before he sits down next to you on the fluffy carpet of your living room. He pulls out a candle next, placing it right in the center of the sweet treat.

Your gaze follows his hand has he lights the candle, your eyes glinting with excitement as though you're a child again and your favorite day of the year is still your birthday. The tiny flame curves and bends, dancing to a rhythm that looks like only you can hear. You watch the candle like it's magic, while Minho just watches you, thinking the same thing.

He watches as you close your eyes and clasp your hands together for the theatrics, then you blow out the flame seconds later with a swift breath.

You turn to him with a smile, "I don't need a nice restaurant. This is perfect."

He blinks, and there's that warmth simmering in his belly again. He first felt it when he was 18, and he feels it now. He feels it almost every moment that he spends with you, and he reckons it's only reasonable, because you're his home personified and love can still be beautiful even when it hurts. There's his heart racing again, but that's nothing new to Minho.

He muses over your words. Perfect. Just one simple word is enough to get his hopes up in a way that it really shouldn't.

Your definition of a birthday well spent is in your cozy apartment, eating takeout pizza with your best friend. Perfect, to you, is him baking you a singular chocolate cupcake upon your request and being with him within these four walls, where his fingers occasionally brush yours when you sit next to each other.

Oh, Minho would follow you to the ends of the earth if you asked him to.

He clears his throat lightly, breaking away from your gaze that's full of gratitude and childlike wonder. "What did you wish for?"

"I'm not gonna tell you. It won't come true then."

Wishes don't come true anyway, he thinks, but obviously he won't say it out loud to you, and on your birthday no less. Instead, he diverts his attention to the cupcake, subconsciously tonguing his cheek as he takes a small chunk of the sweet and offers it to you.

You let him feed you even though your eyes are narrowed. "What was that look?" you ask.

"What look?"

"You had a look."

"No, I didn't," Minho insists.

"Yes, you did. You wanted to say something, didn't you?"

He shrugs, popping a piece of cupcake into his own mouth. The answer is yes, he did want to say something, but if you want to get technical about it, then he's wanted to say something for years now. He asks you the same thing every birthday, What did you wish for?, and you would refuse to tell him every time.

"Wishes don't come true," he verbalizes it this time, with a voice that's lighthearted on purpose despite knowing that you wouldn't take it that seriously either way.

You roll your eyes. "Now you're just being pessimistic."

"What? I'm speaking from experience."

"You've never had a birthday wish come true?"

"My birthday wishes haven't come true since I was 18."

Minho feels your eyes on the side of his face, and when you remain quiet for a beat too long, he turns his attention back to you. "What?"

"How do you know they didn't come true?"

"Because..."

Because you've been my wish for almost a decade now. I didn't use to believe in wishes but I always believed in you. Every year, I wish for you to look at me the way I look at you, but it never comes true. Every year, I wish that you would love me back, not just as a friend, but you never do. You are my wish, but you're also the very reason why I know wishes don't come true.

Then he's laughing, but nothing is remotely funny about this. It's your birthday and suddenly all he can think about is how much it stings to be reminded that you're the only thing he'll ever wish for, and still, maybe this simple wish is absurd enough that the universe will never grant him what he truly wants.

"Never mind," he says. "This whole thing is silly."

There he goes, biting his tongue again. Coward.

"No, what were you going to say?"

"You're so bossy today," Minho pretends to complain.

"It's my birthday. Tell me," you press on, and suddenly he can't find any appreciation for your stubbornness that he's adored all his life. You keep your eyes fixed on him when all he wants to do is hide from you.

What is he supposed to say to you? What can he even say? That he's spent more than a third of his life hopelessly enamored with you? That the second he utters any of this out loud, he knows it will be the end of your friendship?

And Minho can't afford to lose you. Even if it hurts, he would rather let love hurt than live in the absence of you.

"Eat your cupcake," he says instead. "I'll get some ice cream."

He makes a move to get up, and the bad habit further cements its place in his subconscious. He's always running away from you when you're supposed to be the person he can be the most open with. This is how he knows he doesn't deserve you.

But you reach for his wrist and it makes him still, the feeling of your hand sliding downward to hold onto his fingers. He's used to the feeling of your smaller hand in his, used to how he can hear his heartbeat in his ears whenever you lace your fingers together.

What he isn't accustomed to, is the look on your face this very second, akin to the one you wore two years ago as you sat on the other side of his kitchen island, asking him if you should go.

Expectant and hopeful; you're holding something back too.

The words that slip from your lips are ones that he never imagined you would say to him.

"I've waited for you long enough."

His poor excuse of retrieving ice cream is all but forgotten as he stares at you, doe-eyed and despairingly confused. "What is that supposed to mean?"

You take a breath, and Minho wonders if this is how he looked every time he wanted to say something only to back down in the end.

Then it all comes rushing out.

"For a while, I thought there might've been something between us, something more than just friendship. I don't know why I thought that, I just had a feeling. On the day of our graduation, I thought you would finally kiss me or at least say something, but you didn't. Whenever I went on dates, I wanted you to tell me not to go, that I was wasting my time with those guys that couldn't make me laugh because they weren't you. You never said anything, you never did anything. I waited every birthday just like I waited tonight. You're still holding it over me and I'm starting to wonder if you really love me too or if I imagined everything this whole time."

Your voice gets smaller toward the end, almost as if the uncertainty takes over you the longer he remains silent. He doesn't have the words for it, doesn't really have the mental capacity to process all of what you just professed. Years and years of longing, of hoping that you would come running into his arms the same way you did on the morning of your thesis defense, and it turns out that you were always the one waiting for him to reach you.

If you really love me too.

Your fingers start to loosen around his but Minho doesn't let you get away, not now and not ever again. Not when he finally knows that he's burnt up enough of your time just because he was too stuck in his head to see that you were holding a hand out for him all along.

He pulls you into his orbit and he likes to imagine that somewhere out there in the infinite universe, two stars collide when he kisses you for the first time, long overdue but still heavenly nonetheless.

He's crying but you don't seem to mind the tears. You're kissing him back and it's really all that matters. He can't think straight but he adores you to the point that his lungs ache.

"I love you," he mumbles against your lips. The sentiment comes out clumsy, half coherent but wholeheartedly sincere. "I'm sorry. I love you, I love you, fuck, I love you."

You're the one who breaks the kiss first, with your hand on his chest gently pushing him away. Panic instantly shoots through him like a lightning strike. These are the words he's been holding back for years, did he not even say them right? Did he fuck things up yet again?

You brush the tears from his cheeks, your voice so impossibly soft when you ask, "Do you mean it?"

Minho splinters into a million pieces, of course he does.

Your name falls from his lips, sounding like a prayer, like the most tender plea that's ever been uttered, "I love you the most. I'm so in love with you that it hurts. I've been yours for so long and I never said anything. Fuck, I-I'm sorry. I love you so much. I'm sorry. I-"

You bring his face to yours once more, shushing him with a kiss that makes him putty in your hands. You tell him that it's okay, and you kiss him like you forgive him. The world could be ending right now, and he doesn't think that either of you would even care very much.

Because you're the only wish of his life, and you kiss him as though you want to make up for the lost years. Because Minho feels like he's 18 again and you're the most beautiful girl in the world, wearing a smile that leaves him breathless in the most wonderful way possible.

#stray kids fic #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #skz fic #skz imagines #skz x reader #skz x you #lee know fluff #lee know angst #lee know scenarios #lee know x reader #lee know imagines #lee know x you #lee minho x reader #lee minho x you #stray kids #lee know #lee minho

391 notes · View notes

pricesbeltbuckle · 4 months

Note

Just wanna ride price that's it, that's all, he deserves it I deserve it

"Rough day?" - John Price

Pairing: Husband! John Price x Wife! Fem reader

Warnings: P in V no condom, Lingere, Riding, After Care?

It had been a rough day for him. He had been swamped in paperwork today at work and was just overall stressed so when it was time to go home he couldn’t wait to hit the hay and just pass out on your shared bed.

Or so he thought…

Once he walked inside his house taking off his shoes and you came to the door to greet him he wrapped an arm around you weakly. “Hey Lovie. M'a little tired think I’m gonna take a nap.” “Tough day at work?” “Mhm, care to join me?” That’s exactly when you got a brilliant idea.

“Oh definitely give me 5 minutes okay?” “Can’t promise I’ll still be awake sweetheart but alright.” He spoke up to you as he pressed a lazy kiss to your forehead and walked up stairs to your bedroom to change into comfortable clothes and lay down.

And you? You ran off into the bathroom for your nice surprise. You had a nice G-string black thong on and a lacey black bra on you then put a little silky robe over yourself and ran to your bedroom.

“You seem excited to just take a nap Lovie, but are you gonna wear that robe to bed or do you have pajamas underneath it?” Is all you heard from your half-lidded husband who was laying in your shared bed in just his boxers. You didn’t answer and instead just took off your robe and laid under the blankets next to him. “You could say I have pajamas on.” “Hm? Are they new?” He asked you softly as he turned around and wrapped his arms around you noticing how bare you are he moved his hands around. “Hm…What are you wearing sweetheart?”

“See for yourself.” And as soon as you spoke up, he pulled the covers down and saw what covered you. “Holy fuckkk. You trying to kill me, Lovie?” He whispered to you as he pulled you up onto his lap

“Well..No I was just thinking you had a rough day so I could take care of you instead of you putting in all the work I figured you could just relax.” You sat on top of his lap as you took off your bra leaving your top half bare. He looked at you confused but then let you take full control as you pulled down his boxers and took off your panties he gripped your hips.

“What’cha doin sweetheart?” “Shh..Just enjoy it.” He looked at you confused then his eyes rolled into the back of his head when you lifted yourself up then lowered yourself right onto his cock. “Jesus-I don’t think I got the energy baby-” “No no, I’ll do all the work just relax.” You said to him softly as he hugged your waist with his arms and you wrapped your arms around his neck and started slowly rocking back and forth.

He groaned out in pleasure and hugged your waist tighter trying to tell you to go faster and you obliged. “Mm right there-fuckkk-Lovie that's it.” He kept groaning and babbling things to you as you kept riding him and you loved every second of it. Watching all the stress leave his body as pleasure and relaxation took over him.

You lazily kissed him on the lips as he slipped in some tongue. You started to bounce a little and that made him feral. He gripped so hard on your hips you know you’d have bruises tomorrow. But that was a later issue and all you focused on now is making sure your husband was pleased.

“M’gonna..” “Go ahead.” And just on cue he finished inside you lazily as you did the same. “Mm…Thank you for that Lovie.” He looked at you in your post-orgasam phase as you leaned onto his chest and nodded at him.

“You gonna hop off my cock lovie or are you just gonna stay there?” He chuckled to himself and then realized you fell asleep.He lifted you off gently and stroked your hair. He placed a gentle kiss to your forehead and fell asleep with you.

THISSSS was so much fun to write thank you<3!!!

328 notes · View notes

gh0stsp1d3r · 4 months

Note

Omg I love all your fics and was wondering if I could request a wonka x reader where she is Mrs. Scrubitts child and she secretly takes care of noodle and she falls hard for Willy and try’s to stop him from signing the contract.

Entranced

MASTERLIST

taglist: @kpopgirlbtssvt

I love thissss! Readers adopted, I did kinda change it so that they had some more chemistry ): Might make a part 2, if anyone wants one

You watched from behind the counter, along with Noodle. You both peered through and looked at the new man coming in.

He was attractive, and he spoke with a smile on his face. You both were crouched down, out of sight from your adoptive mother.

Noodle looked to you knowingly.

Scrubitt opened the door up, yelling “Get the man some gin.” She said sharply, you quickly stumbled and stood up, going as quick as possible. Willy watched, feeling bad at the treatment you seemed to be getting. Noodle followed as you got a cup.

You looked down as you handed it to him.

“Thank you.” He looked at you, his eyes with something you couldn’t quite place. You looked up and then walked into the back again.

Noodle looked at you, you looked down at her and you both crouched down again, looking out.

He soon was about to sign when you mouthed the words. “Read the small print.”

“What?” He whispered, leaning in and glancing at Ms. scrubitt.

“Don’t sign it!” You mouthed.

Ms. Scrubitt cut you off, closing it and laughing nervously.

He looked back at the paper, and unfolded it.

He looked back to where you once were.

“Y/n, and noodle. Adopted them both.” She explained. “Lil troublemakers.” She laughed nervously again.

“Go.” You told Noodle, already knowing your fate.

“I’m not gonna leave you-“

“Go, noodle.” You whispered again, she sighed and ran away, you stood up and waited. Bleacher came bursting through the door, grabbing your arm roughly.

"I question why she adopted you." He grumbled out, along with some other insults. He threw you onto the floor, you looked up at him and he sneered at you before shutting the door on your face, locking you away.

---------------------------—————————

“Room service.” Noodle said, knocking on the door.

“Told you not to sign. Should’ve read the print.” You said from behind her. He was staring out at the window, then turned to you both, a small smile.

“Slight problem with that.”

“You can’t read, can you?” Noodle said from besides you.

“I focus my studies almost exclusively on chocolate. I had nowhere to stay, I was going to freeze out there.”

“It’s okay. I know what you mean.” You nodded at him with an understanding smile.

“For everything else, I’ve relied on the kindness of strangers.” He said, smiling back. And he knows he just met you, but he found himself entranced by your smile. And you wouldn't admit it, but you have felt attracted to the man since you saw him yesterday.

“Look where that’s got you.” Noodle said. “The staff quarters.” She said, referring to the room.

“Least you’ve got a bed.” You said, and he was going to sit down on it. The old bed collapsed the second he got onto it. His eyes widened in shock.

“You had a bed. Happen’s to all of them. I’ll get someone to fix it tomorrow.” You waved it off.

“Desk, and a wash basin/toilet. The water comes in two temperatures, cold and colder.” Noodle continued, pouring the colder water into the cup.

“How much do you owe them?” You asked the man.

“Ten thousand.”

“Count yourself lucky. I owe 30.” Noodle said again.

He looked to you, his face in shock at the amount.

“50.”

“What?! How do you owe them money? I thought they found you down a laundry chute. And I thought they adopted you.” He looked to Noodle and back at you.

“Oh, they did. Took me in out of the goodness of their hearts, and charged me for the privilege.” She said.

He looked to you now, interested in your story.

“The hag adopted me but when I grew up, they said that they had regretted it. Charged me 50,000 saying how I had caused too much trouble. I get one sovereign a day, and to pay it off I would have to work for.. roughly 137 years.”

“What a pair of monsters.” He said, arms folded as he leaned against the wall now.

“The greedy beat the needy everytime, Mr. Wonka.” You started, with a shrug as you picked the pail up, carrying it and beginning to leave the room.

“Guess it’s just the way of the world.” Noodle said, finishing your sentence.

“Oh come on. That’s just your orphan syndrome talking.”

You both turned back now, you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Our what?” You both said in unison.

“Your orphan syndrome. And we are not gonna be eating any slops.” He dumped the food away.

“What are you doing?” Noodle asked him, you both entered the room again.

“I’m making chocolate of course. How do you like it? Dark? White? Nutty? Absolutely insane?” He tilted his head to the side.

You shrugged, “We’ve never had it.” You had a small smile on your face as you looked back at the man, he was intriguing. He was handsome, and he had a smile that you felt was the best you’ve ever seen.

“you’veneverhadchocolate?” He said quickly, you couldn’t quite understand what he said. “You‘ve never had chocolate?”

“No…” Noodle and you said.

“What?!” He exclaimed loudly, “You’ve never had chocolate?!”

“Still no.”

“Well, this is unbelievable. This is outrageous.” He mumbled to himself, opening up the wooden box.

“Well lucky for you, Y/n, Noodle, I have a selection of the worlds finest ingredients right here in my travel factory.”

He got to work soon and made 2 different chocolates. While working, he explained how he started his business, how important his mom had been to him.

"She sounded like an amazing woman." You said, offering him a smile. Your smile comforted him.

Noodles was a cloud with a lightning bolt, yours was a heart-shaped one. You smiled at it, and he smiled back as he watched you both bite into it. You watched Noodle, but her smile disappeared.

“I wish you hadn’t done that.” She said, you quirked an eyebrow. You thought it was amazing.

“You didn’t like it?”

“No, I like it. It’s just…” you could tell she was hesitating to say something.

“Now each day I don’t have chocolate will be a little harder.”

You frowned at her, if you knew she had liked it before you would’ve saved up all the money in the world to buy it for her. Willy opened his mouth to speak but you spoke faster.

“I think I have a few sovereigns saved. Next time we go out, I will buy you as much as you want.” You said to her, a smile on your face she looked up at you.

“You already waste all your money on me.” She said, she already felt terrible about it. You did more for her than anyone else had ever.

“No need to.” Willy interrupted, you both turned to him now.

“How would you both like to have all the chocolate you can eat, all day, every day, for the rest of your life?”

“A lifetime supply?” Noodle asked.

“A lifetime supply.”

“What do we have to do?” She asked.

“Not much… just get me out of here.”

Noodle stood up, you remained seated and furrowed your eyebrows. How would you do that?

“Are you crazy?” She said loudly.

“Sh, sh, it’s easy. I’ll get someone to cover my shift, and y/n, you could smuggle me out of your laundry cart.”

You thought about it, and it wasn’t a terrible idea. You both looked at each other for a moment, then he turned back to Noodle when she began to protest.

“Just for a few hours, mind. No one will even know I was gone.”

“What’s the point in that?”

“To sell chocolate, of course! We’ll split the profits and pay off Mrs. Scrubitt in no time.”

“It’s a nice idea, Willy.” You started, he began to walk away to the window again.

“It’s a great idea.” He corrected.

“It is. But, it’ll never work. It would take forever to pay off all three debts. That’s 90,000 sovereigns.”

“It will work. I promise. Even if it does take a while. Eat your chocolate,” he said the last sentence to Noodle.

“And Mrs. Scrubbitts like a hawk. She keeps her beady eye on everything that comes out the wash house except…”

“There was that one time the aristocratic came and she was all over the poor man.” You said, they both turned to you.

“All we have to do is find an aristocrat and slip out while she’s distracted.”

“Where would we even find an aristocrat..?”

He also ate a piece of chocolate, and the lightbulb going off. Literally and metaphorically.

"Huh." he said.

"Huh?

"Huh."

"A double huh."

He turned back both of you now.

"Do you have a pencil and paper?"

"Yes, why?" you asked him

"I have an idea."

#willy wonka x you #wonka movie #wonka #wonka x reader #timothee x reader #timothee fanfic #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee chamalet #timothée chalamet #willy wonka x reader #wonka 2023 #willy wonka

373 notes · View notes

neteyamkink · 1 year

Note

What if the reader tries to make neteyam jealous to see how he would react but he ends up fucking her to show he’s the only one that can make her feel this good⁉️😨

THANK U FOR REQUESTING ANON I LOVE THISSSS jealous teyam is so hot :(

Paring: aged up!neteyam x reader

warnings: filthy smut, degrading, neteyam calls reader a whore, neteyam fucks reader like a whore, choking, VERY RUSHED!!, uhmmm idk i think that’s it

likes and reblogs are appreciated :)

“Be as loud as you want, baby. Everyone needs to know who you belong to,” Neteyam growled in your ear sending chills all the way down your spine. Your back was starting to ache against the rough forest floor due to his hard thrusts.

“Neteyam!” you let out a loud moan everything was starting to become way too much to handle. Your back was pushed against the floor, his nails digging deep into your hips, the chill his voice sent down your back, and the way his cock was filling you up perfectly like your walls were made for him.

Hold on, let’s rewind and see how you got here.

“I mean it’s just to see if he really cares about you,” your friend, yu’ri, added. Currently, yu’ri was trying to convince you to make neteyam jealous as a test. Now At first, you were against it but the more she keeps arguing her case the more she is tempting you. You are typically not the type of person to play with someone’s feelings just for fun, but his reaction would help you understand where you guys stand right now. I mean you two weren’t dating yet, but there was surely something there right? Well, I guess today you’ll find out.

“Alright alright,” you finally give in to your friend, waving your hand and signalling her to calm down. “I’ll do it at the bonfire.”

—————————————————————————

“hey kumi, let’s dance,” you said, before he could even speak you were wrapping your hand around his wrist and pulling him into the center where everyone was dancing. You pushed through the crowd of people and attempted to get closer to the other side where neteyam and his friends were. Just when you knew you were in view of him you started to dance with the boy, nothing too provocative, but something just to get him riled up.

“I thought you didn’t like me?” the boy randomly questions before beginning to dance with you.

“I don’t,” you said looking past his shoulder and towards Neteyam whose back was against a tree one leg bent so his foot could hold him up on the tree. Neteyam stared you down, yellow eyes piercing through yours. You swayed your hips to the sound of the elders singing and the kids playing instruments. The beat pulsates through your body and fired up something inside you. You were determined to get a reaction out of him.

You pulled kumi closer to you, close enough to the point where your bodies were almost touching. You didn’t want to go too far with this, though. Deep down you knew you were Neteyam’s, off limits to anyone else.

“oh?” Kumi questioned your motives, but you were dancing with him who was he to question you? The thought left as fast as it came and he could only pay attention to the sway of your hips now. He wasn’t the only one, Neteyam’s gaze on you was sickening. If looks could kill, Eywa knows you would be with her now.

Neteyam’s throat started to burn with jealousy, his palms were sweaty, and his heartbeat was fast.

“Neteyam… are u listening?” Ao’nung spoke up. Fuck, he couldn’t even pay attention to what his friends were saying. The only thing that mattered to him right now was how your hips were swaying against that beast-looking na’vi.

“Yeah yeah keep going,” Neteyam flagged his friend off nonchalantly. he didn’t bother to take his eyes off of you.

“for fucks sake just go talk to her,” Roxto let out a huff tired of this silent feud between the two of you. Neteyam knew he should go and put you in your place, but part of him just wanted to see how far you would take it. But the way you were practically grinding on that random boy you were just begging for attention. Poor little you just wanted to get fucked, huh?

He tilted his head, rolled his tongue to lick the inside of his cheek, and scratched his head before puffing out his chest and stomping his way over to you. Before you knew it his big hand was wrapped around your upper arm and you were being dragged into the forest.

“Hey! what the hell are you doing,” you shouted trying to free yourself from his grasp. You knew exactly what he was doing.

“No what the hell were YOU doing?” his face was scrunched up, he was angry but fuck he was so hot like this.

“What did it look like,” you rolled your eyes giving up on freeing yourself at this point. You were too deep into the forest to go back and frankly, you didn’t even want to.

“It looked like you were just being a fucking whore. My Eywa, if you wanted attention why didn’t you just say so?” He gritted through his teeth.

that’s how you ended up a whimpering mess under him.

“Fuck, you’re mine, nobody else’s. understood?” he grunts as he fucks his hips into you. You could barely even speak so you pathetically nodded your head. Your non-verbal answer wasn’t good enough for him, because suddenly his hands were around your neck applying little pressure, “use your words.”

“yes, teyam!” you choked out desperately nodding your head. The pressure of his fingers on your neck was making your head go fuzzy. The only thought in your head was him and his dick.

“Say your mine, baby,” his breathing was harsh and rushed, you could feel his chest heaving up and down on yours.

“I’m yours,” you spat out between moans, he was fucking you so good that you could barely talk.

“cum for me, my love,” he spoke, and with those few words, you were a moaning mess, crumbling and whimpering underneath him. With the pressure on your neck, you could barely even breathe. Not even seconds after your climax he was cumming with you, releasing his hot seed inside of you with throaty moans.

“All you needed was to get fucked, huh?” he shushed you.

#neteyam smut #avatar #avatar the way of water #neteyam #fanfic #neteyam x reader #jealous neteyam

831 notes · View notes

incorrect-riordanverse · 7 months

Text

finally reading tsats here are my live thoughts (spoilers, obviously):

i’m so excited because some pages are darkly decorated and its so cool. still don’t vibe with the title though (the sun IS a star and its peeving me)

why are we talking about dating darth vader 😟 where are we rn (anakin is a yes, but DARTH VADER???)

maybe i’m too old but the jokes are not funny 😭

“this whole place feels like my soul. empty and dark. dark as the pit of the underworld.” <- i don’t care if he’s joking nico would never say thissss 🙏😭 we’re only 10 pages in but please stop butchering my fav character he’s not himselffff i am cringing so bad

i know i’m being dramatic but if they do nico dirty in this book i’m going to end it all

oh my god i don’t think i’ve thought about the words “significant annoyance” in so long. bringing back good memories for sure.

i can tell which parts were written by riordan and which parts were written by oshiro. i don’t think their voices are blending very well together…

also, maybe it’s because it’s the start of the book and they’re trying to familiarise new readers quickly with the characters but it feels like they’re making nico the caricature of ‘emo and shadow and ebony darkness dementia raven way 🥀⛓️🖤’ and will the caricature of ‘happy and sunshine and blonde and flower gleam and glow ☀️🌈🫧’ and i usually like this dynamic when it’s not blatantly pointed out every other page. i have faith they’ll show more complexity than this later on though. future yan will let me know by the end. (future yan here, im not at the end but the characterisation def does get more complex thank gods)

oh ok so it is bob the titan

since when was nico’s actual name niccolo??? how did i forget this detail??

“you have to listen if not you’ll share my fate.” “ominous much?” <- ok he’s finally himself again guys it’s all good

the one-sided beef nico has with percy will never not be funny

“cookie monster appeared over the mouth of the jar, reached inside and gobbled up nico like the chocolate-chip cookie he was.” <- nevermind i’ve gone back to hating this book again

“what was one straight boy when you spent your whole life longing for the impossible?” <- i’m reminded of that time a few years back where everyone made ‘having an unrequited crush on percy’ nico’s whole fanon personality, so i’m glad they addressed this somewhat. this boy has been through so much and people really thought crushing on percy was the biggest thing to focus on about ‘nico angst.’

“we made a mistake. you have to fix it.” <- call me a red flag but if i was nico i would do anything and everything to not go. i would medicate myself so highly on sleeping pills that i can’t dream (doctor bf can go kick rocks). i would track percy and annabeth down and haul their asses into tartarus instead to do it. and if i had to go i would only go in to kill bob myself for sending me those traumatic ass nightmares. no thx. bro willingly jumped in himself and now wants me to save him. nuh uh.

not cupid being will 😭 its like his aphrodite 😭 i am not well.

they always have a really good and emotionally moving scene and they ruin it with a dumb joke. let it be heavy 👏👏

something’s really fishy and i have a feeling that it might not be bob calling for him

if this whole “grumpy ball of darkness” thing continues i will actually lose it

you can’t tell me the percabeth pep talk was actually needed. i will forgive it because i miss them though

im sensing tension in the gap between nico’s connection to the underworld and his relationship with will and i’m here for ittttt. give me the dramaaa

who is the gorgyra girl and why is she in their business sm?

oh shit a will solace pov??? christmas came early 🙏

nevermind that whole nightmare sequence was so fucked up 😭😭

somebody HELP HIM i never thought we would get will angst (nico angst fs, but will???)

DONT JUMP IN THE STYX PLEASE

SOMEBODY TELL HIM HE’S HELPFUL OMG

nico strangling epiales in his sleep is so fucking cool he’s literally HIM he’s literally THAT GUY

184 notes · View notes

kthecutest · 4 months

Note

hi yūka! i hope you're doing fine ♡ could i request a headcanon about husband!k? soft and hard thoughts if possible 🤭 thank you!

·͙̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥̩̩̥͙　✩　̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥̩̩͙‧͙　Husband ! Kei　.·͙̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥̩̩̥͙　‪♡　̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥̩̩͙‧͙ .

Pairing : Husband!k x Wife!f!reader Genre : SFW & NSFW (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ 🥕 A/N ೃ⁀➷ New Year gift for my lovelies ₊˚⊹♡

⋆——————✧◦♚◦✧——————⋆

Soft Thoughts °𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊

Morning Routines : First of all, let’s start with morning routines. Before you both decided to tie the knot, Ej always warned you, “Gurlie, if you get married to this man, the job of waking him in the morning – it’s yours now” and well you never took it seriously. Until now that is, “Kei! C’mon! wake uppp! Your manager is blowing up the phoneee!!!” your yelling is doing barely any damage to your half-asleep husband who’s still squirming and fidgeting around in his bed. “Honey.. five more..” – “no no! No five more! Wake uppp you sleepy head!” Probably would have to drag Kei’s huge frame straight out of bed and push him into the bathroom, shoving a toothbrush into his mouth.

Clingy Texts : And then there’s the ‘sending you texts 24/7’ phrase that your husband has started since your dating days. You’re on your laptop, not that you’re focused or anything but obviously! You cannot focus at all – when your phone’s notis kept blowing up non-stop. And you know who it is – no hints needed – “Babyy, have you had your lunch? – Kei” – “Hun, how’s the work going? Missinggg you – Kei” And you can’t even complain honestly cuz he’s just the absolute sweetest to the point that you’d melt just looking at Kei’s messages. No matter how busy he is, he always texts you, and no matter how busy you are, you check and reply to his messages without being annoyed even for a bit. Your husband may not be the most expressive when in the eyes of the public, but you know more than anyone else how much this man treasures you.

Back from Work : Then, there’s the clingy big baby phase of Kei as soon as he gets back home and gets to cling onto his wife. “Loveee! Guess who’s back!”, you’re already waiting at the front door with your arms out, ready to give your beloved husband a warm welcoming hug. Kei would run into your arms immediately even picking you up into the air with his arms alone at times cuz your huge husband just can’t control his strength. “Eww.. you better take a shower before you come to bed”, obviously you were holding back your laughter trying to act tough and strict with him especially when he gives you those puppy doe eyes. “Awwe I see I see my baby doesn’t like me being sweaty, butttt….” – “buttt…?” – “You’re coming with me AHA!”, yeet, up you go on his shoulder and you bet you’re gonna have to spend at least an hour in the shower again with this big puppy boi who can’t even shower on his own alone without his wife. “Yah!!! Kei! Ughhh!!”, Kei chuckled at your attempt of whines and complaints – I mean after all, if you really hate the idea, why would you wait for him every late evening without taking a shower, obviouslyyy just so you could join him in the shower, mhm mhm definitely can’t be coincidence.

Cooking : Next thing that comes to mind is …. FOOD. Kei just has everything to do with food; it’s either him cooking for you or you’re both in the kitchen with him nagging at your every failed attempt to make a proper dish. Obviously, you knew you could never compete to this mans and his cooking skills. Kei has been a brilliant chef his whole life basically, “At this point, I can’t tell if you’re the wife or I am”, your husband looks at you with a ‘I’m so done’ face. “Hey! No need with the flexs sir, ughhh just how do you make thissss?!!”, Ke would complain, but of course if there was to be someone who would run to your assist in a span of mini-seconds, that’s gotta be him.

Healthy Food : Anddd right, let’s not forget, Kei over here is a fricking DIETISIAN. This mans has been doing researches on healthy food since high school alright, and now that he’s sharing his cozy home with the love of his life, that means…. Shared salad bowls.. yea.. “Love- I know you like being healthy and all, and I know you care for me, buttttt can’t we get fried chicken instead, c’mon plsssss”, your sparkly doe eyes would work in any situation – except this one. “Uh huh, right, nope, hun salads are healthy for you and you’re gonna have it alright, end of discussion”, a salad bowl arrives in front of you available for instant consumption. Your husband just won’tttt let you off when it comes to healthy food mhm.

Exercise : There’s also the other half of the ‘keep his wife healthy’ agenda for Kei, because no matter how busy this poor mans can get, he would drag you out to take a jog with him in the park either in the morning (which rarely happens cuz he cannot wake himself up) and often in the evenings. You’re the type of be on your laptop all day; which your husband does NOT like at all, cuz he wants you to be active and healthy just like him. You’d whine and complain to stay at home cuz you’re too lazy to touch the grass and fresh air outside but it won’t make much of a difference when Kei yeets you up his shoulder and carried your struggling frame out the house. During the jog, you’d even look at Kei with widened eyes like ‘how tf is this mans still jogging faster than you effortlessly after a long day at work!?!?’ – Kei and his monster stamina is just built different.

Dates : You both barely ever get any free moments to go on a full-on date and all, but that doesn’t stop you two from arranging small dates in every given opportunity. Mostly, it’d probably be something like star gazing. It’s 10 p.m.; Kei’s only gotten back home just now, guess he was pulling a longer shift today at the practice room but you’re a bit surprised to find a wide grin plastered across his face instead of his normal whiny and clingy self. “Babe, there’s something I gotta show you”, his tone is excited like no other and he’s practically almost dragging you out the front door, in a rush, at this point. And then you two would end up at a small high-land hill in a pretty quiet park, who would have known, there’s already a cropped picnic blanket set up with a few snacks and cozy blanket. Kei looked at you with a look of nervousness, obviously it wasn’t an actual picnic or a star gaze experience or anything- but poor Kei didn’t have the time to go all out. And well, you notice it. “Baby, it’s amazing! Ah!! I’m so happy!”, giving him a warm reassuring hug. Kei would probably even tear up from your gesture but would end up sniffling and acting all big and touch like “I- I’m not crying! You are.” – with a pout. Gosh who could ever hate him, he’s too precious. You both would spend the rest of the night tighter, under a night sky full of stars, would probably trace the constellations until you both fell asleep to each other’s voices.

Competition : Whether it’s just a small card game or a game you two have chosen at an arcade, this mans will NOT give in, Kei is probably the most competitive person you’ve seen, and wife or not, mans have no intention to give up his position of first place. You’ll only ever get a small chance of taking the win if you could whine and plead with puppy eyes for the first place from your husband. Obviously, he wouldn’t be passing the thrown in just a few pleads but once you started sniffling, you know for a fact his character’s gonna break. Kei just can’t watch you get hurt in any way or form even worse if it’s coming from him. This factor also adds on to how gentle he would treat his wife when competing against you in games.

Cuddles : Cuddles are random between you two. It could be anywhere, anytime, anyhow. You could literally be busy in the kitchen, cooking up a storm for a plate of dinner, your beloved husband who rushed back home from work early would give you a backhug. “K?! Aish, you should have alerted me love~” You pouted complaining as you kept your hands busy. “Aww but surprises are more fun~” He whined back in response, nuzzling his head on your nape, his hands tightly wrapped around your waist and torso. Sometimes, if it’s not for the case of surprises, it’d be a warm cozy hug you two share on the couch while something plays on the TV or you working on your laptop with a clingy kangaroo stuck to you.

Kisses : Kisses are mostly just friendly pecks on the lips, accompanied by cozy cuddles. Though, sometimes it does get heated pretty quickly, tongues slipping through lips, teeth clashing and all but if you two wanted to put a stop to the situation from escalating, then you could. You and K aren’t some high-school love birds no more and are properly wedded couple so you each are aware of your own self-control. But of course, K always have the upper-hands and at times, your teases would do no damage to him but his teases would get you all riled up.

Hard Thoughts °‪♡⭒๋࣭ ⭑⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊

Kitchen counter : LINK

Visitation hours : LINK

Stress Relief : LINK

Breeding hours : LINK

⋆——————✧◦♚◦✧——————⋆

117 notes · View notes

honey-on-your-tongue · 1 year

Note

I've been dying to say this and I may as well say it to u (and i also want ur opinion on it)

I do not subscribe to the Sub!Tonowari ideology plaguing tumblr.

Tonowari is a complete Pleasure Dom and I will never change my mind. He loves drowning his mate in pleasure and he'll go right along with her. Sweat, drool, tears, jizz, sometimes blood (real freaky like) just everywhere. His long, dark, beautiful hair unbound and falling around both of them like a curtain.

Sorry, I got a bit lost there. 🔥🔥🔥

Okokokok I LOVE thissss

Yessss tonowari is 100% a pleasure dom. Like I cannot envision him being anywhere but between your thighs, loving how you're fucked dumb, how you're drunk on the feel of his mouth and hands. He refuses to fuck you if you haven't come on his mouth and fingers first, I SWEAR

-----

Human fem!reader x Tonowari

A special thanks to @touchedflowers for the idea+the collaboration with the dialogue!!! ILY BABYYYYY

He's not really sure who discovered it first, and he's not really interested in it. All he knows is, it works.

Tonowari stands in front of you, his large hand wrapped around his thick cock as he jerks it.

Your eyes glow as you watch him through the mask, your breathing growing heavy, nerves filling you as you glance up at him.

You look so innocent as the candlelight in his pod washes over your skin, making you look like a divine apparition of sorts.

As Tonowari feels his orgasm creeping closer, he orders, “Open up, flower.”

“'re you sure this will work?” you question, nervous.

Tonowari nods. “It will work,” he assures you. “Trust me.”

“Okay,” you say softly, taking a deep breath before taking your mask off, and you open your mouth, eager.

Tonowari's thick load spills into your mouth and he grunts, “Swallow for me, pup.”

You follow his order, drinking his hot seed. Your eyes are wide, you're nervous, and then you feel it—a soft, fresh sensation in your lungs. And you take a deep breath, surprised to find that you can breathe.

Tonowari smirks down at you. “I told you it would work, didn't I?”

You nod. “It worked,” you echo.

Tonowari offers you a small smile. “It'll also make you a little dizzy, 'kay?”

You nod again, except that you don't just feel dizzy, you feel like you're floating off, your head buzzing pleasantly. The sensation makes your eyes grow lidded, and you glance up at Tonowari through your eyelashes.

He smiles softly. “C'mere, flower,” he says, as he kneels on the floor, his hands reaching for you and pulling you to him. Even when he's on his knees, he's taller than you, his hands much larger, his shoulders huge, his entire being just dwarfing yours.

You wrap your small arms around his thick neck as you watch him. His eyes scan over your attire: a pair of shorts, a tank top, feet bare, legs bare, shoulders bare. But you're covering more than he'd like you to.

One of his enormous hands finds the hem of your shorts and he tugs at them, tearing them so he can discard them. You complain wordlessly, scoffing softly, before he simply gives you a look warning you not to say anything. Then, he pulls your top off, leaving your chest bare, your cunt covered only by a thin layer of cotton.

Tonowari leans down to your chest, his huge tongue licking over your tiny nipple, moving between one breast and the other as one of his hands makes its way between your thighs. He finds your pussy and his thick finger rubs your clit through your panties.

You mewl softly, leaning into his touch, as he slowly pushes you to lie on your back. You let him crawl on top of you, his enormous body caging yours, and he softly kisses your forehead before he begins moving down your body. His large tongue licks its way down your chest, between your breasts, down your torso, and to the hem of your panties. He grabs the flimsy material between his sharp teeth and pulls it off, lowering it to your thighs before his hands completely free you of the item.

Tonowari raises them to his face and inhales the scent of your pussy on the soft cotton. You blush as he does, and when he glances back at you, you find his eyes have grown wide, pupils blown, and you shudder softly.

That soft dizziness has begun to spread, filling your body, making you dazed, your lust and whatever it is his seed did to you scattering your thoughts.

Tonowari places his face between your thighs, and he just keeps his predatory eyes on you as he licks you. He flattens his tongue to your clit, making you shiver, and his massive hands hold your quivering thighs open.

You gasp softly, your hands reaching for his head. You find his hair grabbed in a bun and you pull it loose, allowing his soft hair to fall down his face, covering your hips, giving you something to tug on as he eats you out.

You're so small compared to Tonowari. He loves how tiny you are, how your pussy is tight around his tongue when he slides it inside you, loves how his tongue covers your entire cunt, how you're almost a rag doll for him to use.

You're seeing stars, eyes rolling into the back of your head as the haze takes over, making everything glow in soft tones of purple and pink, your entire being just floating in bliss.

He moves his tongue to your tiny clit, flicking the wet muscle against your sensitive bud as one of his fingers sinks into you.

You gasp, back arching, as his rough finger spreads you open. If you're this tight around his finger, Tonowari can't imagine how tight you'll be around his cock.

He sucks on your tiny clit, and it feels like a tiny pear against his tongue. It makes you quiver, cunt clenching around his middle finger as it curls up to press against that spongey spot he knows you love.

Your hands are buried in his hair, your mind foggy with pleasure and that soft high, and you can't do much more than mewl, bucking your hips up against his mouth, dripping over his lips and his chin.

Tonowari watches you closely, admiring the way you react to his touch, loving how easy it is for him to rile you up. And that look in your eyes, that drowsy look about you, it makes you look heavenly, makes his cock grow stiff, and he begins grinding against the floor in search of relief.

“Daddy,” you whine. “Oh, please! 's so good,” you gasp, legs trembling, your body struggling to manage the pleasure his mouth and finger deliver.

“Shh, it's okay, flower,” Tonowari coos against your pussy. “I know what you need. 's okay. You'll get everything you want.”

Your flimsy hands tug his hair, desperate, nails digging into his scalp, and he can't help but chuckle at the feel of how puny you are, how small and delicate, how he could ravage you with so much ease...

Tonowari increases the speed and pressure of his fingers, making you mewl as the pleasure threatens to burn you alive.

“Daddy! Daddy!” you whimper, pussy clenching, juices dripping onto his knuckles, coating his fingers.

Tonowari keeps his eyes on you, measuring his movements, and he watches as your orgasm finally crashes over you. You gasp and moan, eyes fluttering shut, the candlelight illuminating your skin as it glistens with sweat.

He pulls his finger out and replaces it with his tongue so he can taste your release. He continues eating you out, despite your feeble hands that try to push his face away.

“No, no, I can't!” you beg, but he ignores you. He knows you can do it, knows it'll be fine, and he has you drowning in pleasure again.

Your back arches, your fingers tangling in his hair and pulling it, your toes pointing. That soft high combined with the pleasure of Tonowari's mouth on you makes you see stars, your eyes watering with the intensity of it all.

“Daddy,” you cry. “Daddy, please!” But you don't even know what you're begging for. Are you begging him to stop? Or are you begging him to keep going? You're so dozed, you can't even decide. Your brain is a jumble of incoherent thoughts, constantly wavering between consciousness and an almost trance, the pleasure wrecking through you.

“Fuck,” you gasp. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Tears start to fall from your eyes, slipping down your pretty face. Your mouth is agape, your perfect lips wet with your own spit.

Tonowari admires you as he eats the meal between your thighs, loves the way you look, still rubbing his cock into the floor. He needs to be inside you, so bad. Needs to stretch you out, needs to see the bulge that forms in your stomach when he fills your pussy. He needs you.

Your head thrashes from side to side with ecstasy, your mind swimming in that wonderful, half-conscious bliss. “Daddy,” you mewl. “Oh, Daddy!”

Tonowari keeps going, the instinctive, predatory feeling inside him urging him to fuck you already. But he holds back, keeps his tongue deep inside you, nuzzles his nose into your clit, his massive head making it impossible for you to even consider closing your thighs against his attack.

He rubs his face against your cunt, and you cry out as another orgasm overcomes you, shaking your entire body, gushing your juices right into his eager mouth. He drinks it all, his body alight with the lust that fills him at the taste, and he doesn't let up.

You can't even form coherent thoughts anymore, let alone words. All you manage to do is whimper as a third orgasm hits you, making you squirt on his face, leaving you a weak, boneless mess.

And it's then that Tonowari decides it's time.

He pulls his face, soaked in your juices, away from your puffy pussy, admiring the mess you've made. You're high on the pleasure and the daze his seed has offered, your mind swimming. You feel half-asleep as he pulls you to sit up and then pulls you on his lap. Your tiny thighs rest on his massive ones, the muscles under his light blue skin flexing as his cock twitches, almost sensing your cunt is close.

“Be good f'r Daddy and take all of my cock, yeah?” he says, nudging the thick head of his cock between your folds, prodding your entrance.

You're barely aware of what he's saying; you only nod, agreeing to something you don't quite understand, but you know you want it.

When it comes to Tonowari, you want everything from him.

His humongous hands grab onto your hips and pull you down, your pussy offering resistance against his cock before the head slides into you with a soft squelching sound.

You gasp as pain and pleasure fill you, and then Tonowari's pulling you lower, allowing his cock to sink all the way in. He reaches your womb, and he can see his cock prodding your insides; the bulge in your lower stomach easily visible, and it drives him insane.

Your tiny hands rise to rest on his shoulders, holding you upright as you mewl, grinding your hips against his. Tonowari's cock is too long, too thick, but you love it. And you take it like a good girl, too.

He makes sure to let you know.

“That's right, pup,” he groans, his ears folding back from how tight you are around him. “Just like that. Always so good f'r me.”

You don't understand him. You're fucking drunk on the feeling of him, high and silly, unsure if you're dreaming or if this is real. But you make the best of it anyway.

You slowly lift and lower your hips, relishing in the way Tonowari's cock presses against your gummy walls, loving how deep he is in you.

Your nails dig into his shoulders, your slick decorates his thighs, and Tonowari just can't help how dirty it all feels.

One of his enormous hands grabs your face and he instructs, “Open your pretty mouth, pup.”

You do as asked, eyes fluttering shut, and he spits into your mouth, making you shudder, pussy clenching at the taste of his saliva. You swallow it, but he's nowhere near done with that. He spits onto your chest, watching as his saliva trickles between your breasts, down your stomach and all the way to where your bodies meet.

You're still crying, from the pain or the pleasure, you don't know. All you know is, you love it.

And Tonowari licks your tears away, relishing in their saltiness, smearing his drool all over your face.

You blubber out something incoherent, eyes trying to open so you can look at him, but the sensations are too overwhelming, and your eyelids feel heavy.

“What was that, flower?” he asks, kissing your neck, licking your jaw, spitting on your tits and watching his drool trickle over your nipples.

“Kiss me,” you mewl, slurring your words, as you increase the rise and fall of your tiny hips. “Daddy, kiss me!”

Tonowari chuckles softly before pressing his mouth against yours. His tongue pushes your lips apart, filling your mouth as it rolls against your tongue. You try to kiss him back, but it's damn near impossible for you. You just let him suck on your lips, his canines dragging against the plump flesh as his tongue tastes you. Your tears slip between your mouths, making the kiss salty, and Tonowari groans softly.

The pleasure is so intense, you're so full of him, just about fucking drugged on him, and you begin to whine into the kiss, “Daddy, I love you! I love you so bad!”

Tonowari's cock twitches at the sound of that, and you clench around him.

“I love you!” you insist, words muffled by his huge tongue inside your mouth. “I love you, I love you.”

Against your lips, Tonowari replies, “I know you do, pup.” He moves his eyes to where your bodies meet, his gaze focused on the way you grind on him, your soaked folds dragging over his skin, smearing your slick everywhere.

Then Tonowari's eyes are on your face, a dominant, possessive look as he thinks, she's mine. She's all mine. She'll never be anyone else's because she can only be mine.

“I love you!” you cry out again, shaking as your orgasm claws closer. “I love you! Love you!”

He spans his hands over your hips, his fingers finding your clit, and he says, “Come for daddy, pup. Come on my cock, yeah?”

You nod, tears falling down your face, your body coated in his spit and your slick. “Gonna come on your cock, Daddy. Gonna come for you.”

Tonowari uses his strength to move you as your own body grows weak, your hips stuttering their movements. He pulls you up and down, his cock almost pulling out of you before it sinks back in, making your cunt squeeze his girth.

“Y're almost there, flower,” he encourages. “Come on, I know you can do it.”

You shudder, body shaking, before you come again, pussy dripping all over him, as you cry out and mewl. You're so fucked, you can barely feel anything anymore, you're barely aware that he's still fucking you, his hips slowly and softly rutting into you.

“Please,” you blubber, whimpering, as more tears cascade down your face. “Daddy, please.“

And Tonowari keeps going, keeps his pace purposely lazy and gentle, loving the look of pleasure and pain on your face, loves how he can see the bulge of his cock moving inside you.

You press your lips to him, delivering a sloppy, messy kiss, before resting your forehead on his shoulder, your body exhausted, allowing him to just fuck you.

Tonowari's own orgasm is close, his balls swollen, his cock twitching inside of you. He groans and grunts, holding up your limp body as it just takes the abuse on your poor, raw cunt.

“'m gonna fill you,” he says even though you're barely conscious anymore. “I'm gonna give you my cum, let it drip out 'f you all night, and then I'll lick you clean tomorrow morning, hm?”

You blubber out a response, unintelligible, as you come, yet again, on his cock, your body barely reacting to the pleasure. You're so full of his cock, so drunk on him, you can barely do anything but take it.

And then Tonowari's coming inside you, groaning and gasping as his load spills into you, coating your gummy walls. He comes and comes and comes, the liquid thick and warm, oozing out of you as he slows his thrusts, your weak, boneless body shuddering.

Tonowari pulls out of you, lying you on your back. Your eyes are closed, body sore and mind gone. Your chest heaves up and down—the only sign you haven't literally died from how amazing the sex is.

He smiles softly as he glances between your thighs, admiring how his cum drips out of you, glowing softly in the darkness that surrounds you.

He can't help himself. He licks his way up your body, from your cunt to your breasts, then to your neck and your jaw.

You're too high to do anything but lie there, your body almost shutting off from the unbearable pleasure.

And Tonowari takes the opportunity to talk to you. “I love you,“ he says. “I would die and destroy for you. I would take on your entire race to keep you at my side. You are more precious to me than pearls, as needed as the sea. My heart lusts for you endlessly. You are a plague burned into my flesh and my soul. If you asked it of me, I would forsake Eywa and all her blessings for your love; for you. As mates, you are at my mercy, but as a man, you command my every breath, my every desire. Deep inside my heart, I worship you. I crave to slake my lusts upon your body. You are my lover, my perfect fuckmate, my reason for living. Never will you be apart from me, I will carry you always.”

-----

Blog masterlist

#tonowari #tonowari smut #avatar tonowari #tonowari fluff #tonowari x reader #inbox prompts #spam my inbox #inbox <3

386 notes · View notes

lichenes · 2 months

Note

i was the anon who asked for more perdrix content so tytyy i love it💖💖I’m here to ask for more if you’re open to it! Maybe how perdrix acts in a relationship or domestic fluff?

Hi! I'm glad you're back anon! And thank you for the ask :D Ughh I loved writing thissss <33 CW: established relationship wc: 498

_____✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ … ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ … ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ … ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿_____

"I've got something to tell you but you need to keep it secret." Pierre leaned towards you and looked deep into your eyes. "...Yes?" You asked, hope igniting in your heart. "I... I hit her car." You tilted your whole body back and burst out laughing.

"I can't believe this!" You continued the, laugh subsidising to a chuckle. The disbelief still present on your features. "She hit you with her car??" He blushed with embarrassment. "No I... I drove into her... on a bike." The tips of his ears got beetroot red.

"Ughh you won't let me live it down, won't you?" He asked sighing and realising his mistake, telling you about it. "Absolutely not, never, not happening." He covered his face with both his palms. You continued stirring the soup you were preparing for your dinner. "Okay Mister Extortion, can you set up the table?" You asked as he groaned earning a small chuckle from you.

After the meal you decided to cuddle up on the couch and leave the dishwasher do to its job rather than washing up by hand. Pierre insisted the dishwashed didn't do as good of a good job as you both did but you knew it was just a ruse to get you to spend more time with him.

Not that you needed convincing to do so but Pierre was always so busy with running the precinct and handling his family he truly didn't have many moments of tranquility besides those short domestic moments.

You picked out a movie and threw a favourite blanket over the both of you. You sighed contently and he looked down at you from where his form was cuddled up to you. "Comfortable, mon cœur?" You nodded and burrowed you head in his chest, listening to his quickening heartbeat.

You awoke with your neck hurting and pins and needles having found their way to your arm. You weren't sure where you were as the last hing you remember was commenting on the behaviour of the character in the show and drifting off to sleep.

Pierre was just a few meters away from you, trying his best to not startle you too much. "Sorry..." he whispered clearly upset at having woken you up. "No problem..." you whispered back, rubbing sleep away from your eyes. "Are you drinking coffee again?" You noticed the cup in his hand. "It's too late for that."

"I need the energy to fill out some paperwork." You looked at him with a glint of pity in your eyes. "What could possibly be so important that you can't do it in the morning." He paused his movements and put the cup on the table next to him. "I guess..." you beamed at that.

"Great! We're going back to sleep then." You walked up to him, shivering a little from the absence of the blanket on you, grabbed his hand and lead him up the stairs into your bedroom.

How grateful he was to have you...

_____✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ … ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ … ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ … ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿_____ masterlist

#swann arlaud #x reader #pierre perdrix #perdrix #pierrot perdrix #the bare necessity #pierre perdrix x reader #pierrot perdrix x reader

57 notes · View notes

kumezyzo · 7 months

Note

p2 of the enemies to lovers pls!!

very fun pt.2 to thissss.... i rambled about their minecraft world cause its kinda cute and builds on their relationship a bit.

i know someone else asked for pt.2 but i could only find this one. so, im sorry it took soooo long to write.

i really hope you enjoy! or dont... :) m.list

having to share a minecraft house with sapnap made you realize what kind of person he actually was. he was just a six year old in a 22 year old body.

"I want my bed over hereeeeee," he whined, picking it up and moving it to the other side of the room.

it just so happened that one of the next requests from your viewers was to have your beds next to eachother. you two debated pretending like you never saw it, but the next day, it was the top comment on both of your perspectives.

or (when you first started your world)

"what colour do you want your boots?" he asked you as he died his own leather boots orange. you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion for a second, looking at your camera strangley.

"what do you mean?" you asked, crafting another pickaxe.

"your leather boots?" he asked, pausing to wait for your answer. "fuck it, youre getting the plain brown."

"okay?"

but you also started to realise how much differently he truly was from when you met him.

"yn, i have a suprise for you," he announced, smiling as he grabbed the item out of his chest. "where are you?"

"chest room," you replied, completely expecting to get thrown dirt or some garbage he didnt want in his inventory.

"close your eyes," he instructed.

"no,"

"okay whatever," he sighed and threw you a notch apple. you silently let your character pick it up before you opened your inventory in disbelief.

"where did you get this?" you asked him, reading the item title over and over.

"in the desert temple," he told you simply, waiting for a 'thank you'.

you were silent for a moment, "youre telling me.... you've had this... for 15 EPISODES???"

and you two started having normal conversations. texting stopped being you two asking for face cam perspectives or gameplay. you actually started forming inside jokes, laughing with eachother instead of at the expense of eachother.

your viewers started to notice as well. you two weren't in a visibly bad mood around eachother anymore. it was refreshing. in the later videos of your series together, you're smiling through half of it, laughing together, and talking kindly to eachother.

people even started making edits of your relationship. it would be of your first interaction, swearing at each other, then fading into your side by side face cams laughing and celebrating over beating the wither.

the friends in your circle started teasing you about how your life was becoming a little fanfiction. every time you would be streaming irl, you would happen to get a text from someone that made you smile at your phone.

"oooh, yn, who are you texting?" your friend teased, seeing you type on your phone excitedly. you look up at the camera and ignore your friend, finishing the text you were sending.

"does it start with s and rhyme with snap map?" your other friend teases.

"shut the fuck up," you roll your eyes, trying to hide your smile.

when dream and george saw the clip, they were hanging out with sapnap. and a similar situation occurred with them

"was this you?" george asked, giggling. the man in question looked up from his phone and watched the clip silently. the smile on your face was contagious. and he hoped it really was him that made you react like that.

"wait, let me see," dream said, pulling georges wrist toward him to see the phone. "looks like she might be dating someone."

"yeah... definitely not me..."

then you both realized you had feelings for each other. it was a harsh realization. but it was one that made you like imagining you two together. for sap, he knew it was coming. he just knew you would never be able to leave his mind. if a childlike crush didn't manifest from it, he would have known something was wrong with him.

sap started getting the feeling that you liked him too. he can't see all those clips and edits and think you didn't like him too. but he was afraid to shoot his shot, just in case you didn't feel that strongly yet.

"hey, what do you think about coming down to florida?" he asked you when you two were on a discord call and fixing up some building in your minecraft world.

"like... to visit you?" you asked, feeling excited by the invitation.

"well- i mean- if you want," he tried to sound nonchalant, but his stammering gave it away.

"if you really want me to... im sure the viewers would really like that, too..."

when he goes to pick you up from the airport, dream comes with him. and the entire drive there, he's considering hugging you or just shaking your hand.

"do i hug her?"

"yeah, if you think you're that close now."

"i dont know if she thinks so."

"I'll hug her first, and then you hug her?"

"what if i just shake her hand?"

the silence that fell over them was sickening. dream turned to sap slowly and laughed.

"dont fucking do that, dude."

and he hugged you after dream did. it was warm, and it gave you both such intense butterflies. it was a hug that you also never really thought would happen. you thought back to the first time you met im person when you refused to even look at him, let alone stand next to him.

dream thought it was adorable, seeing you guys laugh on the way back to their house. he happily sat in the backseat and let you two interact.

he took a picture of your backlit figures in the front seat, neither of your features visible. he thinks about not posting it for half a second before he puts it up on snapchat with "👀👀" as the caption.

everyone slowly lost their minds trying to figure out who they were looking at. most people assumed it was you with sap. he's not hard to miss. but it was even more shocking that you'd be there. so others assumed it was his secret girlfriend.

you two honestly didn't mind that dream posted the picture. it was fun when you two posted a dumb video announcing that you were in florida. it started with small subtle hints.

the first video started with you laying on their couch and patches laying on your chest.

"she's purring!" you coo softly, feeling your heart meltm

then it was of you talking about absolutely nothing while you walked around the parts of the house people had seen before.

"british people are so weird, you know? like, i was talking to one today. and he was just shitting on americans. but he lives here. so i obviously had to fist fight him. i won, obviously. and stole his sock to give to a house elf."

the last video was of sapnap finding you in his office, using his pc to play snake.

"i think george is in my office again," he said from behind the camera. he opened the door and stopped in his tracks when he saw you with a concentrated look on your face. "HEY!" the video cut with you looking up in pure fear.

all of those videos were posted to your account hours apart from each other, and your views felt like it was a slow coordinated attack to make them slowly go insane. with the first video, people were sure if it was patches. the second video made them believe it more so and they started going crazy. then the last video was the icing on the cake. it was filmed on your phone and posted to your accounts.

then, you had to stream together. and that was the definition of chaos.

"yn, move over."

"no?"

"youre sleeping outside then."

"what the fuck-"

'what's one thing you guys like about each other?' a donation read out.

you two sat there for a second, thinking. "hes..." you grimaced, trying to think of something

"she... is funny?" he said painfully.

"wait, i am funny," you said defensively.

"its pure crickets when you speak."

"okay-"

"wait, im you now," you said, laughing as you put on his headphones.

"you look nothing like me," he said, deadpanned.

"oh wait," you took them off again and ran out of the room. sap sat there completely confused before you came back in wearing his beige killua hoodie. then you put the headphones back on.

"you still dont-"

"what the fuck is this music?" you ask in complete horror from the sound coming from his headphones.

"is there something playing?" he asked, clicking his mouse around to find his spotify window.

"oh my god, is this cbat?"

"no, shut the fuck up, sage"

'i thought your name was actually sage?'

you both sat there in silence before laughing loudly.

"no he was just an ass."

"and you were just a bitch."

all you have to know is that a lot of edits and ship content came from that stream. and the future streams you did with the other two. and people loved that you were hanging out with the dream team now.

the longer you spent time together in person, the more you just wanted to be around each other he remembered being afraid to hug you, but now you were sitting next to each other on the couch watching movies alone.

it was a strange dynamic neither of you chose to acknowledge purely out of fear. but then it was hard not want to cuddle during movies or occasionally hold hands if you're walking together. so sap works up the courage to finally do something about it.

you're both once again, sitting in his room, on his bed, watching some random movie you found on hulu. you're resting your head on his shoulder, only really paying attention to how he's so close to you.

you look over when he sighs heavily. he looks down at you and, without thinking, leans down to kiss you. you sigh softly, feeling your heart soar. your reaction is almost immediate, and it gives sap the incentive to keep going.

when you pull away, you're looking at eachother with droopy eyes. your heavy breath hitting eachothers faces.

"i really like you, yn" he whispers quietly between breaths, looking down at your lips briefly.

you smirk, trying to catch your breath as well. "really?" you say before you lean back in, placing your lips on his.

i feel like there wasn't enough building onto them liking each other, but whatever. -nony

#sapnap #anon #sapnap x reader #sapnap x you #asks #dteam #sapnap x y/n #sapnap fluff #sapnap x streamer reader #sapnap x streamer #enemy!sap #bf!sap #dream team #bsf!dream #dteam fluff #dream team x reader

80 notes · View notes

0104-vikita · 5 months

Note

I saw your comic and I wanted to add someone to the picture

Omg OMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG THIS IS SO ADORABLEEEEE @hootbon look at thissss

Op thank you so much for doing this. You won't believe me but the idea of adding Aingle in the second part of the Christmas doodles crossed my mind for a second. Thanks again, you made my morning with this.

82 notes · View notes

kairiscorner · 9 months

Note

KAMUSTA POO I LOVE UR MARRIED SPIDERNOIR X READER FICS SMM??? 🫶🫶 I hope you dont mind if i request for something angsty, hurt/comfort 👀 like the reader finds out she’s infertile- had a miscarriage and is upset because she knew how much her and spidernoir husband rlly wanted to have children so he goes out his way to comfort her and stuff huhu 😭😭 and she’s also worried that this issue might cause a strain in their relationship but noir’s like “NOOO, i love u no matter what’

talking abt this prompt reminds me from the movie ‘UP’ by disney hehe (P.S i was also the one who req for that criminal prt 2 of x spidernoir!! I LOVED IT SMMM THANK UUU FOR FEEDING MY DELULUNESS, HAVE A GOOD DAYYY)

HIII POOOOO omg thank you too, so glad you loved it <:DD AND RGHHHH THANK YOU FOR PUTTING ME IN THE MOOD TO WRITE PAIN <33 I HOPE YOU LIKE THISSSS

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

even if we can't have that, i'll always have you — spider noir x reader (angst)

summary: you felt so inadequate, like such a disappointment when the doctor informed you that you could not bear fruit, you would never be a mother. though what made you feel even worse was the fact that your husband, peter, yearned for a family--and you couldn't even give him that. but does that mean he'll stop loving you? word count: 527

you mindlessly cut away at the vegetables, looking at them but not paying attention. your mind was empty except for the doctor's words that rang in your ears endlessly, echoing into the abyss that once was filled with dreams and love for little ones that will never be anymore: "ma'am, you cannot bear children. you are... infertile." the only sensation that brought you back to reality was the stinging pain of a cut you inflicted upon yourself by accident, with small drops of blood pooling on the cutting board and staining the vegetables.

you breathed in through your teeth as you washed off the blood, though you kind of wish the pain remained, so you wouldn't be reminded of how inadequate of a wife you felt when you heard the doctor's news for you. peter came home and was greeted to the sight of you bandaging your fingers. "oh, welcome home..." you muttered as peter rushed over to you and whispered a "what happened, love?" to you.

you couldn't bring yourself to face him, how could you? you were betraying him and going back on your promise with him to have a beautiful family together, which can never happen anymore because you can't provide him with that luxury. "peter... i'm sorry." you uttered as peter put your hands in his and gazed up at your eyes, which were filling with tears. "i'm not enough... it's... it's my fault we can't be happy..." you murmured as the tears fell and peter shushed you, wrapping his arms around you, kissing and wiping your tears away.

"beloved... what do you mean? that's just not true..." he said as he brushed your hair out of your face. you wiped away at your tears and sobbed out the news to peter. "i can't get pregnant... we can't have... children... i'm sorry, peter..." you choked out through your sobs as peter's face fell as he took in the news. he breathed in deeply, unsure of what to say to assure you, because this hurt him badly, too. though... peter wasn't going to leave you all because he couldn't have a family with you.

he held you closer and kissed your cheek. "my love, it's not your fault. i know we've both dreamed of having our own little ones, but even if we can't have that dream come true... i'd want nothing more than to at least have you in my life. you are the sweetest dream i've ever dreamt of, my perfect woman, and you... you made all my dreams come true already by letting me be yours." he said as he kissed the crown of your head and caressed your arms. you cried even more at his confession, asking him in broken cries if he means it, to which he nodded and kissed your lips that were being stained with your tears. "i promise." he said as he leaned his forehead against yours.

even if you couldn't fulfil his dream of fatherhood, you've already fulfilled all his other dreams, dreams he believed were impossible to attain before you married him and settled in with him, making all his dreams come true already.

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @sabcandoit @binibinileonara @luvstarrstruck @k4tsu3 @thee-fantastic-mrfox @fiannee @arachnoia @ophanimgold

#spider noir #spider noir x reader #spider noir x you #spider noir x y/n #spider noir angst #spider noir fluff #atsv #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #atsv imagines #atsv angst #atsv fluff #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse angst #spiderman across the spiderverse fluff

129 notes · View notes

valsarchives · 1 year

Note

can we get part 2 of as it was :) please and thanks

a/n: you’re welcome!

face claim: lily-rose depp

Part 1 here | Part 3 here

as it was - t.c (part 2)

yourusername

liked by badgalriri, tayrussell, austinbutler and 12,473,946 others

yourusername check out @silverheartsnetflix

view comments

netflix I was NOT ready for this 🙌🏻

yourusername 🫣

zendaya gosh you’re hot ❤️‍🔥

yourusername making me blush

instagram so can we say the queen is back?

ynmybaby YES WE CAN 🔥

yourfan17 Even Instagram knows

silverheartsnetflix boss babe 💋

ester_exposito god i missed you

t22felton That was masterpiece

theweeknd my stargirl

ynsbabygirl not the whole hollywood gossiping my girl Y/N 💘✨

timmytimmy finally some good comments

yourfan9 wait what did i miss?

tchalafan well, almost a year ago, Timothée and Y/N were dating but his fans shipped him with Taylor Russell and they said awful things about her. She got so many hateful comments so they broke up. And then Timothèe said he was taking a break from social media and he is now probably at London for filming but he wasn’t active since then.

yourfan9 oh wow I missed too damn thing

henrycavill It was a pleasure working with you

*liked by yourusername

timotheefan78 I’m so excited for thissss

yourfan49 wait weren’t you one of the haters that said awful things to her? What the hell are you doing here?

more comments

netflix

liked by honeymoon, hero_ft, tchalamet and 14,483,274 others

netflix Our Marilyn (yourusername) is serving looks everyone 👀

Silver Hearts is now streaming only on Netflix!

tagged: yourusername, silverhearstnetflix

view comments

yourusername 🤓🤓

netflix we know what you’re doing girl

hero_ft LET’S GOOOO

selenagomez my queen

harrystyles missed this smile

appletvplus when she smiles, we smile

yourfan385 Apple TV commenting on Netflix’s post??? Damn Y/N you have power

timotea0 TIMMY LIKED I REPEAT TIMMY LIKED

ynmybaby THAT’S MY GIRLLLL 🙌🏻

chalametfan7 wait Timothèe liked?!?!?!?!

ynsbabygirl Timothée we got you boy

timotheefan583 PLS GET BACK TOGETHER

yourfan34 she looks amazing 😻

more comments

yndaily

2,583,253 likes

yndaily Y/N talks to voguemagazine about her new film, her life and how she dealt with the hate she was getting.

“I was afraid to going out alone. I got so many threat messages. I couldn’t even think straight I was so upset. I didn’t know what to do. How can someone hate you because you are with your boyfriend? That doesn’t makes sense. Even my mom and dad got threat messages and they were so worried about me. That was when I knew I had to end this. It was hard, but it has to be done. For my safety and mental health.”

view comments

ynmybaby when they asked if she wants to get back with him and she smiled sadly 😭😭😭😭

timmytimmy they still love each other 🥺

yourfan9 she also said she was seeing a therapist and i was so glad she was getting better

ynsbabygirl my angel girl, they treated her so badly and she is still smiling. That’s my girl 🤧♥️

yourfan285 i bet timmy watched this

username59374 when she said timmy’s mom called her and they cried together my heart broke 😭

tchalafan god please let Y/n and Timothée be happy together 🙏🏻

more comments

ynandtimotheeupdates

5,274,163 likes

ynandtimotheeupdates GUYSSS Y/N AND TIMOTHÉE SPOTTED IN LA TOGETHER 😭

view comments

tayrussell god FINALLY

yourfan584 girl what are you doing here 😭

tchalafan THIS IS THE MOMENT WE WAITED FOR 🙌🏻

ynmybaby I swear if i see any hate comment i’m gonna smash their head to the floor

ynsbabygirl WE ALL WILL 🤺🤺🤺

timotheefan12 he missed her so much 🥺

more comments

enews

9,374,583 likes

enews We are so glad to inform you that our couple is back together!

view comments

timmytimmy SO GLAD TO SEE HIM SMILE AGAIN

yourfan385 YESSSSSSS

ynmybaby don’t let them break your girl’s heart again timmy

tchalamet never.

ynmybaby ANDHAJDHJSDJD WHAAAATTT 😭😭

more comments

tchalamet

liked by benjamin_wadsworth, dovecameron, kidcudi and 15,384,164 others

tchalamet so proud to call you mine again

tagged: yourusername

yourusername i love you more than you know

tchalamet you have my heart

florencepugh cutie pies

jimmyfallon my favorite couple

ynmybaby pls invite them to your show jimmy!!!!

jimmyfallon 👀

ynsfan363 OMG

ynsbabygirl this blessed my day

zayn glad to see you two again

*liked by tchalamet

instagram we knew this day would come

kissmeyn i wonder how they got back together

yourusername he texted after the interview and said he needs to talk and well… here we are 👀

*liked by tchalamet

kissmeyn AHHH MY HEART 😭😭😭😭

timotheefan2848 I knew you two couldn’t resist each other anymore

more comments

tayrussell’s story

#timothee chamalet #x reader #instagram au #timothee chalamet x reader #timothée chalamet x reader #timothée chamalet #celebrity reader #timothee x reader #timothee x y/n #timothée chalamet x y/n #timothee chalamet imagine #timothee x you #timothee chalamet #timothee imagine #timothee fluff

360 notes · View notes