#yes I know we wouldn't be able to see arm or leg hair on him that much because he's most likely blond but still

[the-whispers-of-death]

Now that I'm thinking about König, let me just say that I think he'd have a beard underneath his sniper hood. I don't know if PMCs allow their operators to have beards, but this is fictional. Anyways, I like thinking about König having a beard because imagine rubbing your cheek against his bearded one.

It'd be such a nice sensation, feeling his beard while rubbing your cheeks together or kissing. And you could help him maintain and trim it, carefully shaving it to the desired length while he stays still in front of you. Buying beard oils for him and watching him happily use them to maintain his beard.

Just... imagine a hairy König.

[awakenedevildays]

「bathtubs and requests」 Art Donaldson x F!reader

you can read the other parts here!

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"you should move in with me" Art's voice echoes off the bathroom walls of his apartment, it's all so relaxing: the heat of the water around your bodies, his chest pressed against your back and his arms wrapped around you are so comfortable that it takes a while for you to realize what he just said.

"what?"

"you heard me" he murmurs against your neck "come live with me" an incredulous laugh leaves your mouth and you try to turn completely towards him, but his arms clench tighter around you and prevent you from moving enough to do so.

"may I ask why you are asking this now?" you move slightly to the side to see his face emerging from the hollow of your neck.

"I feel like we're ready to do it" his eyes avoid yours and focus instead on his fingers as they start caressing your shoulder "and it's also the next logical step in our relationship."

"You think so?" this time, despite Art's protests, you turn towards him: your breasts press against the boy's chest and his eyes fall down quickly before being brought back to yours by the hand under his chin. The tease is evident on your face and Art feels his ears warm up quickly to the realization of being caught in the act.

"I know so" and kisses the smile off your lips to distract you.

"My answer is not a no, but how do we know that our relationship is ready for this?" you ask him and, without realizing it, the agitation inside you rises: how did you know if you were ready for this step? and if you break up because you went too fast?

The tennis player frowns "what do you mean?" and the sight in front of you distracts you for a second: Art sits back against the back of the tub to stand more upright and listen to you better, his arms, after moving his curly damp hair out of his face, leans on the edges of the tub, his wet and smooth chest shines and his legs are open and bent to the sides to give you more space between them. If you weren't so determined to finish the topic you are having you'd kiss him to death, but you're a woman on a mission and you can't get distracted.

"I mean, some of my behaviors might irritate you or we might fight about serious things and then we wouldn't be able to run away from our problems by going back to our apartment, we'd have to deal with these situations and be mature about what bothers us and-"

"love, you're getting worked up over nothing" he says and his expression relaxes into a smile: now that he understood that your reasons are motivated only by insecurity and not by the fact that you don't want to take the next step with him, he feels it will be easier to convince you otherwise.

"You see? this is exactly what I'm talking about! if we move in together we can't belittle each other's feelings and concerns like this. It wouldn't be healthy and-"

"love," he interrupts you again, and your hands that were gesturing in the air fall on his chest, your eyes avoid his.

Out of your mouth comes a small "…yes?" that makes the man in front of you chuckle.

"we're ready" his calm tone makes its way into your chest "we're 24 years old and we've been together since we were 19, we both have a steady job and we already know everything about each other, there's nothing you can tell me that will change my mind".

"what if we fight?"

"I can't promise you we won't fight, we fight even now that we don't live together, but it seems to me that we are pretty good at making up, if we fight we will solve it as always" it's true, you never went beyond a day without talking to each other, even if you were angry.

"what if we break up?"

"It won't happen," he answers immediately, his fingers move the locks of hair behind your ears and then rest his hands on your face, his thumbs gently caressing your cheeks.

His head lowers to chain your eyes together and you look up to facilitate his task "I won't let it happen", the security in his eyes makes you exhale a breath you didn't know you were holding.

Your eyes move around to look at the bathroom, "but I wouldn't be able to pay half the rent of this apartment"

"I don't care about that".

"but-"

"If you really want to pay something, we can split the bills," he answers hastily, at the moment Art doesn't care about how to split the expenses, he would pay everything if it meant he could spend the rest of his life next to you… he just needs your 'yes'.

Your face gets close to his, your lips a few inches away.

"okay" his eyes still fixed in yours

"'ok' what?" his smile gets brighter, he wants to hear you say it.

"I'll move in with you" you smile too.

"that's what I like to ear" he kisses you again.

Now he only has to ask you to marry him… but that will have to wait a little longer.

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Hope you guys will like it as much as I liked writing it! 🩷

(in this fic he still has long hair cause I said so)

[coff33andb00ks]

LANDO + 36 AHHH 🤍

36: unconsciously searching out each other’s hand while sleeping

driver + number = drabble/short fic <3

Lando is clingy. Not in a bad way, it's actually endearing how much he craves physical touch. It doesn't matter what's going on, he needs to feel you. He's a hugger, a hand holder, an arm around your shoulder, head in your lap on movie night, thighs touching in the back seat, and though it can sometimes be annoying you love it. It's like he knows that each touch - the hand squeezes, every hug, each time he leans against you, all the big and little touches throughout the day - he knows that it heals the scared girl you keep locked inside you.

You love it, truly. But...

Lando's also hot. In the attractive sense yes of course, but also temperature wise. He's a furnace and still chooses to dress in hoodies and sweaters and jackets like he's freezing. You can handle it during the day - mainly because he can't cling to you and always has to do some work - but at night it's torture. Or it was. Until you finally told him you couldn't fully sleep in his arms all night or you'd roast alive. Since you'd told him at three in the morning, sweating and standing in front of the fan, he hadn't acted hurt or asked if you even loved him. He'd apologized and asked if he could at least hold you until you were almost asleep.

Compromise? In this economy? You'd agreed, and in the weeks since you've been able to sleep without worrying you'd be smothered by his heat.

He holds you and doesn't fight you when you wiggle away for your space. Sometimes you wake up to his leg over yours or his hand on your chest or his face in your neck but it's not hard to wriggle into a more comfortable position. And you make sure he gets plenty of cuddles and hugs when you're awake.

He's obviously tired as you get ready for bed and you know he's worn out. He doesn't talk about his occasional insomnia much but you know it's there, lurking and waiting for a time he needs as much rest as he can get before it rears its ugly head again. As you get into bed he sighs and reaches for you.

"Are we getting boring?" He mumbles the words against the back of your neck, his nose pressed in your hair.

"How do you mean?" you ask, grunting as his arms tighten around you, his body curling closer.

"S'posed to be putting my kids in you."

You roll your eyes. It's been his goal since you became official and he realized that his occasional fuckboy tendencies weren't going to scare you off. "It's fine baby, you can do it in the morning."

"M'just tired," he mumbles. "Still wanna fuck you though."

"I know. Go to sleep, you can do it later."

"K." He kisses your neck and wriggles closer. Until you think he wasn't joking the time he said he wished he could crawl under your skin and stay.

You read for a while, until his breathing evens and you feel him relax fully, his arm heavy over you. The heat is overwhelming and you carefully slide free, switching off the lamp while he rolls away with a sleepy groan. And you know for sure that he's exhausted because in the time it takes you to fall asleep he doesn't wiggle close again.

You dream about the kids he keeps saying he wants to put in you. Beautiful little babies with his eyes and messy hair that wreak havoc in the best way just like their dad. And in your dream you think to yourself that having his kids wouldn't be so bad...

When you awake he's still on the other side of the bed. His face is pushed into the pillow and despite the gentle snoring and sheet marks on his cheek he's still adorable to you. His arm is stretched towards you and as you become aware of your body you see his hand.

Clutching yours.

Fingers intertwined, thumb hooked over yours, his knuckles white. He's clinging to your hand like it's a lifeline and oh, you feel guilty for telling him you didn't want him holding you all night. You can tell his hand searched for yours - his arm is twisted in the sheet and yours is too And you wonder if he was able to even sleep properly until he was holding onto you, or if it had been a blind search in the night by both of you, because you know deep down your body craves his touch as much as he craves yours.

With your free hand you untangle the sheets and he stirs. And while he reaches for you with his other arm and pulls you close he's still asleep, still clutching your hand. You never want him to let go.

[talkbycolor]

monster x mediator headcanons . . . ↷

A/N; mghmgh lo necesito (sexual)

Pairing; "NauseAxe_404" x GN!Reader

CW; weird shit? no bro only him mutilating you / feeling unsafe (cutely) / MONSTER COCK MY FAVORITE / smooching the monster under your bed

404 as delulu king

i need him to have a long tongue, its canon in my head

before you even met, he swore you were a couple, he'll propose to you in a cringe-y way if you decide to stay in the room for more than five minutes

He will cut off your arms and legs as long as you don't escape, but don't worry, he will take good care of you and will look for other ways so you can continue writing

if you stay in the room, you can sleep in his bed, he will sleep under it (we all know he will get up while you sleep to hug you)

you can't talk to another human or monster anymore, you were supposed to be together forever, WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO GET CLOSE TO SOMEONE ELSE, IF THEY SEE YOU THEY WILL LOVE YOU AND HE DON'T WANT THAT

the walls of his room are full of drawings of you and him, photos too since his artistic skills cannot portray your beauty very well and to be honest, neither can the cameras but he loves to see you wherever he turns his gaze

no matter how scared or angry you look, in his eyes, you would never do anything wrong, it is impossible for his superstar to make a mistake in any way, all your writings are perfect, your voice, your body, your eyes, your skin, your teeth, your hair, everything

he's basically a dog, he can't help but gasp with excitement when he sees you, rubbing his crotch against you, drooling in your face even if you complain, he's not going to stop

"you bruise so beautifully", imperfections do not exist, he may be fucking you until he tears you but his look of love will not disappear, on the contrary, he will fall in love with your whimpers, with how you scream in such an adorable way

on the contrary, if you seem bored, he will ask you to hit him, take off his pants, cover him with bruises, all for love (cuarteto referencia)

you are still human, you need to eat, sleep, breathe. WELL FUCK YOU, you won't go anywhere even if it's just to look for food, you can sleep in his bed, you can breathe his air if you have to but don't go DON'T GO DON'T GO DON'T GO DON'T GO

to be honest, you wouldn't be able to stand his pace, he'll fuck you until you vomit, even if you're bleeding, he'll feed you his saliva and your limbs will give in sooner than you think. but don't worry, he will continue loving your corpse

how many opportunities would you have to dress your superstar? He would take the opportunity to get adorable clothes and dress yourself with his own hands, putting slippers on your feet, cute bows in your hair, you don't need underwear, awww, look at you! such a pretty doll

he would never let you touch his axe, i'm sorry my love, but you have to respect his limits in the relationship, if you don't, do you really love him? of course he would never doubt the love you have for him! he just want understanding from you, dear

if you are willing, i also understand you, if they do give you the option to fuck a monster, you just take it but keep in mind that you will not be able to go to the hospital, that night you will know the true meaning of monster cock, it does not fit through your mouth and i highly doubt that it will fit your ass

even though he looks so desperate and willing to do unethical things, your biggest fan is a little shy. if you show him affection or interest, the red on your lips will sync perfectly with the red in his eyes. isn't that romantic?

he's smarter than you think, he probably used his ax quite a bit before you showed up at the hotel. it is a relief that you had never covered the camera of your cell phone or computer while you masturbated, after showering, while sleeping even, and yes, he obviously hacked your electronic devices

idk man, he seems pretty acoustic to me, you and axes as special interests, unstable reactions to changes he cannot control, poor understanding of other people's body language or facial expressions, specific way to organize or have his room

"babe give me a reason not to kill those who look at you" "you can't fuck me if you're in prison"

no es un chico malo, solo quiere ser él mismo

"everyone is so mean to me"

MAN I JUST LOVE HIM MY DELULU KING UEUEUUE

you don't have to say "I can fix him", he himself will tell you "FIX ME" (spoiler: you cant)

he looks cute when he cries, doesnt he?

♡

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

may I request an angst with evan buckley

"keep your eyes on me." promt with an established relationship please! but hes been through a lot give him his happy ending please, i love him so much 🫶🏻

Lightning Strike.

28. "Keep your eyes on me."

Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! find that post here. my soft sweet buck. thank you for this request <3

Pairing - Evan Buckley x Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - sad buck. mentions of a sort of panic attack.

Word Count - 500 ish maybe??

Masterlist. 500 Follower Celebration Masterlist.

Buck is the king of putting on a brave face.

Always strong, never faltering. He reassures everyone he's fine time and time again, smiling and cracking jokes. But you see right through him.

You've always been able to read him like a book. You don't even have to try.

After the lightning strike, Buck doubled down on his brave face. He wouldn't let anyone see him upset - not even Eddie. Which is rare. And worrying.

He seems to be coping surprisingly well, desperate to get back to work and resume normal routine. While he's stuck at home, he's been cooking, doing puzzles, watching football. You're greeted with a lovingly cooked meal and a glass of wine every time you walk through the door.

Until today.

Today, you walk into the apartment, and it's dark. No lights on, no TV blaring sound. Nothing.

"Buck?"

Silence.

"Buck? Baby? I'm home," you call.

Now you're worried.

You start striding through the apartment, navigating your way through the darkness. When you hear a sniffle, your head whips around. There's Buck, knees pressed to his chest, jammed in between the nightstand and the wall. He's curled up on the ground, head resting on his arms that are protectively wrapped around his legs.

"Buck? Hey, did something happen?"

"Yeah," he murmurs hoarsely. "I got hit by lightning."

"I remember," you say gently. "Did something happen today?"

"I don't know," he whispers. "I think I've been distracting myself. And today it all came crashing down."

"Talk to me," you urge.

Buck's lip trembles, and so do his hands. Warm, salty tears drip down his face, and his breathing quickens rapidly.

"Hey, hey. Keep your eyes on me, Buck."

He locks his gaze onto yours, and mirrors your breathing carefully. Eventually, he calms down enough to speak.

"I died. I've been so close to death so many times that I'm kinda numb to it. But this time was so real. How am I supposed to go on living my life like nothing happened, when I literally died?"

"You don't have to live like nothing happened, baby," you reassure, moving to sit down in front of him. "No one expects you to do that."

"I just -," he sighs, trying to formulate a coherent thought. "I just don't know how to carry on."

You reach out gently and place a hand on his cheek, wiping away the tears that are spilling over. Your thumb strokes his cheekbone carefully, grounding him back down to Earth.

"I know you're like, totally anti therapy -," you begin, and he laughs. "But talking to a therapist or a trauma counsellor might really help. Or maybe we find a support group. This is LA, there's groups for everything."

"You think there's a lightning strike support group?" he jokes.

"I honestly wouldn't be surprised," you chuckle. "And if there isn't? Well, we'll start one."

"I might be the only person who attends."

"Fine by me," you tease, nudging him lovingly.

You stand up, and offer him a hand. He takes it gratefully, getting up and instantly wrapping his arms around you. He inhales the scent of your vanilla shampoo, and the tension leaves his shoulders rapidly.

"I love you," he murmurs into your hair. "I'm so lucky."

"I'm the lucky one," you reassure. "Well, technically you are, since you got hit by lightning. And survived."

"I've always been one in a million," he chuckles, squeezing you a little tighter.

"Yes, you have. My one in a million, Evan Buckley."

[wonton4rang]

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pairing: bnd legal line x reader.

warnings: +18, smut, rough sex, spitting, and idk lmk if i missed something.

summary: bnd legal line mtl (most to least) to rough sex.

note: this had to be discussed and i can't go to sleep without doing so !!!

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sungho; even though it wouldn't be his go to type of sex, he would do it more often than you'd think, taking you from behind while he held your neck with one hand and held your arms in your back with the other, he would moan in your ear, pressing his body more onto yours and making you feel so full while your cheek pressed against the cold wall. he would tell you how good you feel and his hips would be accelerating their pace before he came inside of you, showing some possessiveness he usually didn't have. i also strongly believe he would have a small/ recurrent strength kink.

riwoo; he's a wild card tbh, i can't seem to read him that well when it comes to sex or maybe i am not paying attention, but i do think he could have his days, switching from cowgirl to doggy style, his hand having a grip in your hair and you almost crying out on how hard he was fucking you. it felt good, specially because it was a weird thing to happen during sex w u two, it made you excited and it made him feel bigger when he handled you like that. pulling out to come in your ass is the ultimate thing he would do to show his "dominant" side. and btw, you know about dancer stamina right? cause if you always did two rounds, you'll do at least four of five before he lets you go today.

jaehyun; myungjae has such a whiny voice and a hyper and sweet personality that we all the time see him as a mere sub but oh, let me tell you that he can also be very rough when it comes to fucking you. i feel like he would be drinking with you or just very happy and horny when he tells you about this thing he wants to try, it was basically him overpowering you and yes please!! he would hold your legs open with his hands on your thighs, pressing them down and watching how his dick gets lost each time he pounds into your soaked pussy, i can definitely see him lowering one of his hands so he could play with your clit and maybe even insert his thumb with his cock in your pussy. telling you how dirty you looked taking his dick and finger into your pussy like a slut, dirty talk would be his thing 100%

taesan; i just know he is messy and i don't make the rules!!! he would grab your hair, spit in your mouth with a grin on his lips and fuck you so fast and rough you can barely think straight. he would fuck you in missionary because he needs to see your face, he needs to feel you close and he certainly needs to be able to spit in your mouth after slapping your face once or twice. he ain't much of a talker but he would let smalls "so pretty, so hot" that would give you a hint on how good he is feeling, as if his moans and the way his dick twitched inside of you were not enough. i don't think it'll be a reccurent thing tho, he is probably more into regular sex rather than rough but he has a HUGE size kink that takes over every once in a while.

leehan; and the prize to the messiest mf goes toooooo, hear me ouuuuut. every time he went up to you and told you he was horny and needed to fuck you, you just knew what was coming (asides from u two yk) you regularly got on top of him and ride his dick but when his hands gripped your hips and he dropped you on the bed just so he could straddle in the back of your thighs and fuck you in prone bone??? you were quite literally fucked, he wouldn't show mercy on you, fucking you fast and hard, so deep that it even made you shake each time the tip of his cock hit your cervix. that until he layed you on your back, slapping your pussy after spitting on it, he is so dirty and you can tell he is enjoying it way too much when he smiled at you before slamming his hips against yours once again.

overall, taking into consideration the frequency with the one i think it'd happen, for this one i think I'll go:

MOST.

leehan. not a surprise.

sungho. he is actually really close to leehan's place tbh. not because he would like rough sex itself but he just likes the dominant part of it, how strong he feels during it.

jaehyun. iykyk, he can be cute but he is a man after all, and he is also a very energetic person so he would fold you a thousand times and come back for more.

taesan. i personally think he would enjoy it A LOT but it's just that his personality doesn't show this eager desire of rough sex :') i've said it before but i don't think he is really into sex in general and he does gives off vibes of being more in a "calm" side so yeah.

riwoo. almost same as taesan's, but i also think it's because he is a submissive person so it wouldn't be something very reccurent.

LEAST.

what do y'all think?

[phoenixblaze1412]

hawoo i like your writings soooooo much!!! can i request something like dottore as our father? like we're his child, literally. can be biological or adopted, up to u!!

His Legacy

Dottore doesn't have the time nor energy to find a lover and create a child with them. He doesn't even want to adopt one, there's a lot of processes that needs to be done before he can officially adopt said child.

If he wants a child, he prefers them to have his genes, a child that can follow in his footsteps and have the same knowledge as he does but from a different perspective of theirs.

What better way to make a child than in the laboratory.

After a month of finding the perfect resources and killing countless women to obtain the proper egg cells, he was able to create an infant, you.

He welcomed you into the world with a grin, his eyes staring back at yours, just the same color as his. He noticed your hair was blue as well, with the tips being a different color, possibly from the unknown mother's genes but he doesn't mind.

The segments all stood on one side of the room while staring at you, currently being held by Dottore himself as he held you out to the segments.

"What is that tiny thing?" "It looks like us but the tips of their hair is a different color." "Are they a failed segment?"

"This child you see before you is mine. I created them in the laboratory using a random woman's egg cell and adding my sperm cell to it. I expect the rest of you to take care of them as well. As for the name... let's call it (Y/n)."

You weren't much of a talker through the years of growing up but Dottore did found out your teeth were sharp like his, he was proud of himself to be able to create you that got most of his characteristics.

He personally taught you everything he knows, from the concept of science itself all the way to the medical field. You're already an expert at opening up a corpse at the fine age of nine without even vomiting or even disgusted at the sight and scent of blood.

Sometimes, the other harbingers would forcefully carry you out of the laboratory just to be able to enjoy the outside world and explore more, much to Dottore's annoyance.

Without the others knowing, Dottore would call a segment and order them to follow you and make sure that you're okay without being caught by his fellow harbingers.

You were given the nickname 'Mini Dottore' by Childe.

Whenever the eleventh harbinger called you that nickname, he would end up in your father's laboratory with a large bloody bite wound on either his arms or legs, courtesy of you.

On special experiments that requires a living test subject, Dottore wouldn't allow you to join in on the experiment, you would be taking the job of an assistant if an occasion arises.

Yes he taught you how to hold a scalpel and how to open up a body but he did it with a dead one. He didn't want you to kill a living organism yet, he may be crazy but he's not crazy enough to let his child watch a person screaming to death.

The segments would use you as a secret weapon if they were told to ask Pantalone for more fundings for their projects. They knew how the regrator couldn't say no to you. You may be a mini version of your father but you're way more adorable than him is what Pantalone stated.

We know Dottore's hair is usually around shoulder length but he doesn't know how to style it. With you in the picture, he had to deal with your hair because it would be everywhere and it is a big problem. It's either he cuts it short with scissors or style it.

He doesn't style it. He just grabs the nearest sharp object he could use and cut it short. He did thought of styling your hair like his but the idea was quickly thrown to the trash when you pouted at him. Luckily he knows how to do a ponytail, although quite messy but he makes sure it doesn't get in the way of your tasks.

Dottore would often be puzzled whenever he would see you caring for animals that were supposed to be used for his experiments. He concluded that this kind personality of yours could have belonged to the woman he killed back then, whoever she was. At least he didn't have to tell you who your mother was if you ever asked him, you were made in a pod chamber in his laboratory after all.

It may not seem like it but Dottore is proud to have you as his child. Aside from the new opinion and perspective he benefited from you, you grew on him and made him care for you.

'Father's little helper' is the nickname Dottore would coo at you whenever you assisted him with his experiments.

The segments treated you as their little sibling, making sure you're safe from harm. Doesn't matter if they get injured themselves because they can handle it but you on the other hand, are more fragile than them.

Dottore promised himself that he would never make you experience the things he went through in his past. He would never make you feel like a monster like he had endured back then.

Some would call you the second harbinger's apprentice, others would call you his pet.

The harbingers however, calls you Dottore's legacy.

[harrystylesfan2686]

Battle

Pairing: Rhysand x Reader

Summary: You and Rhys talk things out after he refuses to let you go into hybern war.

A/N: hehe First Rhysand fic. I love this. Also I'm so bad at writing titles you guys I swear. Please tell me a better title so I can change this one.

Masterlist

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"Are you kidding me?!" You yell the second you enter Rhysands tent, knowing full well the anybody outside can easily here but you don't care.

"You ordered Azriel not to send me out?" You were in the middle of a battle and apparently you High Lord had told his shadowsinger not to give his second in command any assignment.

It only fuled your anger when he answered without looking at you,"Yes I did."

"Do you realize how embarrassing that was for me?"

"Embarrassing?"

"Yes!"

"That's what you're thinking about? How embarrassing it was for you?" His displeasure clear in his voice.

"Yes! Everyone had positions, everyone had tasks and I was just standing there with nothing as my Spymaster told me to stay back because the High Lord ordered him so." The mock in you voice makes him look at you, finally leaving the papers.

"I didn't sent you because I don't want to endanger you. I don't want be on that battle field and worry about you every second. I don't want to be wondering if you are safe or laying there in the pile of bodies where I probably wouldn't be able to find you. So I apologise, if it embarrasses you to stay where you are safe but I wont-," His voice cracks. "I can't see you in danger."

Oh.

The realisation flared your eyes and you look down in an attempt of hiding you surprise.

The two of you had been kind of a pair before he got stuck under the mountain. You loved him, still do but never told him because how can a High Lord love a mere spy like yourself. The two of you were clearing interested in each other before you got the news that he is stuck with Amarantha.

You wanted to go after him, to save him but Azriel had strictly denied you to do so. And when he finally came back, after fifty years, you thought maybe he had moved on. There was no way he could still be interested in the same person after five decades, only you were stupid enough to do so.

So you didn't do anything about it, only keeping things strictly profession after he came back. Until now.

The two of you were silent for a few minutes before he sighed and said in a tone a lot calmer than before,"I'm sorry I shouldn't have talked to you like that."

He puts in hands one his face, resting his elbows on the desk table in front of him, refusing to look at you anymore. You don't know what to say, so you just say the first thing that comes into your mind.

"I thought you and Ferye were..." You trail off, wincing as he looks at you, his expression making you regret your words.

"No, no. We are just allies, that's all. Friends maybe but not anything more." He looks physically ill at the thought of them together and your lips curl upward a little. He then again looks down, can't seem to look at you for more than a minute.

You slowly walk upto him, standing beside him and turning him around by his shoulders to look at you. "Rhysand, I understand that you fear for me but I'm Azriel's second, I can look after myself. I mean being the Spymaster's second has to mean that I'm good at surviving, right?"

His violet eyes look for your reaction as he gently tugs you to him, when you dont push him away, he hugs you. You now stand between his legs, him sitting gives you a small advantage of hieght and he rests his forehead to your chest, wrapping his arms around your waist, he sighs. "I just don't want to lose you."

His voice melts you, sounding so small and vulnerable, turning every thought in your head about him. Your hands lift to wrap around him too, one resting on his shoulders and the other gently running fingers through his silky hair.

"I'm going to be alright, Rhysand. You are too, we are going to need every help we can get in this war. And I can't just sit hear worrying about you all, while you go fight for your life out there. I'm a big girl, Rhys, I can handle myself."

He sighs and you know you've won this argument. He lifts his head to look at you with the most serious expression he can master and says,"Fine. But if something happens to you out there, I'm bringing you back, screaming and kicking, even on my shoulder if you don't listen. I'll even tie you to the bed if I have to."

"Promise?" You smirk.

His eyes narrow,"Yes and I'll fuck you senseless after as a punishment for not listening to me."

You laugh, silently agreeing because you're looking forward to doing that either way.

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[luveline]

For your kisses before dinner au, can I request a late night moment, not nsfw or anything just what their evenings are like? ty🧡

ty for ur request!! kisses before dinner ♡ pregnant!reader

You and Steve lie shoulder to shoulder in the dark. 

"You think they're sleeping?" you whisper. 

"I have no clue." 

You're both too terrified to move. Any noise at all risks waking up the girls. If you can avoid waking them up, there's a possibility that you and Steve might get some time alone. 

You have as many little ones as you do because you love them, everything about them, at all times of day. And sure, they exhaust you, but you wouldn't have had them if you couldn't handle it. If you couldn't manage the bad with the good.

You want to curl into a ball on top of him but the distension of your stomach makes it difficult. Baby bumps are made for homing and protection, they aren't super super fragile, but you've always been cautious and that isn't gonna change anytime soon. 

"I miss being able to lie on top of you," you confess. 

"You still could. Back to my chest," he offers. 

"Not the same." 

"If you loved me, you'd use me like a mattress topper." 

You fit together well when you're on top. Cheek to cheek, legs between his legs. Sometimes you hook a thigh up over one of his hips. It can't be comfortable for him and he's never complained, not once in all the years you've loved him. 

It's super Steve of him. He whines about all the wrong things. 

Case in point. "Are you gonna lie on me or am I dragging you?" 

"Can you? I'm too heavy." 

Steve scoffs. No matter what weight you are, pregnant or not, he insists that you're never 'too' anything. "Would you quit it?" 

"I don't want to lie on you like that. I miss being able to-" You shrug, tracing the barely illuminate line of his nose with loving eyes. "To cuddle like we're the same person." 

It's corny. Steve knows exactly what you mean. 

"We are the same person," he insists. He starts trying to turn your names into one, creating a hodgepodge of poorly strung syllables.

He has the unique ability to make you laugh at just about anything. He can get you giggling in the delivery room if he tries hard enough. 

You shift your arm where it's sandwiched so close to his and go searching for his outermost wrist, pulling it to your face for lazy kisses. His palm resting at your lips, you close your eyes and picture the face he's making. He's definitely turned his head to yours, giving you that "you're so crazy" expression he does, like he's startled you'd dote on him. 

"Wanna make out?" he asks. 

You're about to say yes when footsteps sound.

Steve eases up onto his elbow to kiss you sweetly, too quickly, before he takes the end of the blankets into his hand and pulls them over your heads. 

You know exactly who it is from the footsteps alone. Avery pushes open the door, and she sounds almost shy as she whispers, "Are you still awake?" 

"We're sleeping," Steve says back. You laugh as quietly as you're able to, tummy trembling under his hand with the motion. 

"I want to talk to you." 

That's not so funny. Steve moves the blankets back down. "About what, Avey-bear?" 

She's hard to make out in the dark, not with the light from the hallway at her back. You can see her hair, it's bed head frizz, and the ruffles of her nightie at her knees. 

"About anything." 

You snort. All your worry turns to amusement, and affection, and you make space between you and Steve immediately. You move too fast. 

"Be careful," Steve says to you softly, prompted by your little breathless sigh. Lately, your back has felt super sore, like somebody's taken to it with a meat tenderiser. 

"Come and sit with us," you tell Avery. 

She races around to your side and waits for you to pick her up. You would, of course, and you'd hug her to death as soon as she was in your arms, but you'd really hurt yourself somehow and you don't want to make it worse. 

"Come round to my side," Steve says. 

You smile at her unimpressed expression, "I can't move too much. Baby's kicking my spine." 

She gawps at you, tiny white teeth shining like pearls. "She's what?" 

It's important to note that you don't know the baby's gender. Avery says 'she' because her dad does. That, and it must make sense to her — Avery has felt the little kicking feet of two sisters before. It's sad, and silly, but for a split second you feel sorry that the only people who'd ever felt her kick were you and Steve. It had been one of the best (and then quickly one of the most agitating) feelings in the world. 

Avery, big sister extraordinaire, and biggest, bestest eldest daughter they ever made, climbs up onto the bed by herself and positions her face carefully over the hill of your baby bump. "You have to be nice," she whisper passionately, "you're hurting mom." 

You stroke her forehead. "Baby can't help it. She's growing." 

"You said 'she,'" Steve coos. 

"It's easier." You're not sure at all what the baby is. You have no premonitions. No inkling of one guess or another. 

"She," Steve says, "really can't help it Avery, but you're a good girl for trying to protect mom." 

"Thank you," you say, cupping her cheek. 

"You're welcome," she says. 

You're the kind of mom that some little kids can't abide — all you want, all the time, are hugs. You steal them at breakfast and lunch and dinner, in the car, in the garden, in the supermarket. You love to move in behind them and cuddle their unsuspecting shoulders. Lucky for you, they've all grown to return the same affection. Avery, amazingly careful of your stomach, crawls the rest of the way up the bed to the pillows and lays down curled toward you, pulling your arm to her chest for a hug. 

Steve moves onto his side and sidles up behind her. He moves his arm over your two bodies, his hand over your shoulder, his eyes glued to your face. 

"We've done this before," he murmurs. 

You and Steve and Avery and an unnamed baby. 

"Do you think your sisters are sleeping?" you ask. 

"Mm, Beth is snoring again," she complains. 

"Dove isn't this quiet when she's awake," Steve says. 

"Guess it's just you with us tonight, beautiful," you say, pulling the covers over Avery's shoulder. Swimming in bed sheets, she beams at you, really smiles, and her face seems like it's nearly too small to hold a happy that big. 

"What did you want to talk about?" you ask. 

"Everything." 

Steve closes his eyes and pushes his face into the back of her head. You wrap your arm over Avery to bracelet his arm with your fingers. If you're clinging too tight, he doesn't complain. 

[dancinglikeaballerina]

KISSES, r. lupin

you didn't mind giving people kisses, it was your way of telling people you loved them. everyone had known that your love language was physical touch. there was only one person you got nervous to kiss. it was the one and only, remus lupin.

it wasn't that you were scared of him or scared of his scars, because god knows that you wanted to kiss every one of his scars. you were scared that if you did, you wouldn't be able to stop.

a kiss on the cheek;

you sat on the edge of the couch arm, listening in on james and mary's conversation. remus sat next to you reading a new book as always, barley engaging with his friends around him. he'd look up every now and then, but his face was mostly in his book.

"dove, wouldn't it be more comfortable sitting on the couch?" you turned your head to see who remus was talking to, before looking at him with your brows furrowed.

"me?" he gave a quick chuckle.

"yes you, dove, sitting on the couch arm seems uncomfortable. isn't it?" he placed his book face down against his legs, his arm extended placing it closer to your hip.

"i- sure, but it'll be a tight squeeze." you stood to your feet, walking a few feet. his eyes didn't leave yours.

"i don't mind being close to you." you gave him a quick smile before you sitting down, legs pressed against each other. you quickly placed a kiss against his cheek.

"thank you, remus." you said before turning to talk to lily.

"anytime, dove."

a kiss on the forehead;

you stood alongside the hospital bed. you were upset. how could he have not told you? you two were friends, were you not? did he not trust you? had you done something for him to think that? did he think that? did he think you were going to tell someone about him? you wouldn't, you would never do that.

your eyes scanned his friends who sat in the beds next to him before your eyes flickered back to remus again. you took a deep breath, before watching his eyes flutter open. "remus, are you alright? would you like me to get the nurse?"

"shh, dove, relax please." he quickly sat, groaning from the pain, before looking completely at you. he noticed the dried tear stains against your face, the way your lips were plummed from you biting them, or the fact that your nails were chipped due to your constant picking.

"relax, remus? you want me to relax?" you spat, your face had turned from comforting to mad in less than a few seconds. who did he think he was, to tell you to relax? "you were passed out! in the forbidden forest! and don't sit there and lie to me! remus, because i know."

"darling, please under-"

"no, i don't understand, remus. why didn't you tell me? aren't we friends? did you not trust me?" you could feel your heart beating out of your chest, like if it went too fast it might just stop. you bit your tongue, trying to hold back the tears that started forming in your eyes.

"dove, i do trust you. i- i just didn't know how to tell you. i didn't want you to look at me differently." his eyes scanned your face, he could see the tears starting to form.

"i would never look at you differently, remus. you are everything to me, i care about your well-being." you quickly slipped your hand into his, before giving him a genuine smile.

"thank you, dove." you quickly moved your face towards him, before placing your lips against his forehead. a wave of your perfume hit him in the face, and it wasn't that it was too much. it was that he hadn't smelt it in so long.

"i could care less if you were a goblin or an elf, remus."

a kiss on the nose;

you had asked remus to join you in the library so he could help you study. you really didn't need his help, you just wanted to spend time with him. it wasn't like he cared, he'd drop everything to spend time with you.

you stood by the front door of the library, waiting for remus to be in view. your lip was a bit swollen from you biting them. you scanned everyone before scanning the lengthy man, with his cream sweater and his books in hand. his sandy brown hair barley over his eyes. his eyes looked up to met yours before a smile was placed on both of your face.

"hi, remmy." you managed to spit out.

"hi, dove, what did you need help with again?" he barley had time to register what happened before you grabbed his hand and dragged him to a corner of the library.

"i was wondering if you could help me with the history project. i think i understand it, but at the same time i don't, you know?" his face was scrunched up, he knew you were excellent at history of magic.

"uhh, you need my help, dove, you're sure?"

"of course, remus." you quickly sat down, moving some things so you had room to write and such.

"alright then." he quickly placed his bag down on the floor against the chair, before grabbing the papers in front of you.

you watched as his eyes scanned the papers. you quickly looked away, flustered at the thought of being caught looking at him. was it weird that you were watching him? would he think it was weird?

you searched for anything to look at, before seeing another guy. your eyes scanned him up and down from his blue converse to his white turtleneck. you turned to remus again, who was already looking at you. he quickly cleared his throat, before grabbing one of the books. he may have placed the book too close to his face causing him to hit himself.

"shit-"

"oh remus, are you alright?" you quickly cupped his face, checking to see the damage.

"i'm fine, just hit myself is all." he quickly rubbed his nose, before his eyes flickered to look into yours. you quickly placed your lips against his nose, to kiss it better.

"there, now you're all better." you said, letting go of his face before turning to grab the book he had.

"thanks, dove."

a kiss on the lips;

you stood in front of remus, after a long night of being alone together. you had finally managed to find the courage to tell how you felt about him.

your eyes watched remus as the cigarette in his mouth, you watched as the ash began to build up. "are you only going to stare, dove" his head tilted towards yours, his hand dragging the cigarette out of his mouth.

"what? oh- no." you turned your head fast.

"do you want a smoke?"

"no i'm fine, thanks though." you debated if you should tell him, there was a possibility that he might like you back. "remus?" he answered with a hum. "i love you."

it went silent for a couple minutes, before remus looked at you fully again. the cigarette that was once in his mouth was gone. "no you don't, dove."

"i do, i love you, remus. i'm in love with you." he stayed quiet allowing you to speak. "i've loved you since we first met."

"y/n, you don't understand."

"if you don't love me, i'll leave. tell me you don't love me." you shouted.

"it's not that-"

"tell me." you demanded, he continued to argue with you. he tried to deny his feelings for you. "tell me! tell me, remus! tell me you don't love me! tell me and i'll leave you alone!"

"of course i do! of course i love you! it's hard not to love you! but i'm- i'm a monster!" he shouted "y/n, why would you want to be with a monster?"

"you're not a monster to me, you're just remus." you tried to keep the tears bottled inside of you, but they had begun to spill out.

"dove, please don't cry. i do, i do love you. i have loved you for as long as i can remember."

"remmy-" remus quickly cupped your face before pulling you into a kiss. it felt like time had stopped around the both of you. remus pride your mouth open with his tongue, allowing it to roam around your mouth. you quickly pulled away, catching your breath. "i love you, remus."

"i love you too, dove."

notes: i may have made this too long and i honestly don't know what is going on. i might fix it later on, anyways i hope you liked it. xxx

[the-fiction-witch]

Sneak

Media TMR

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Cute + Smutty

Concept Sharing Hammocks

Smut Cuddles / grinding / kissing / fondling / overexcitment/

I waited eagerly and rather impatiently. I sat on top of the watchtower, I was always last to sleep and the boys knew I had a habit of sitting up on the watchtower till everyone else was asleep. Watching as the homestead slowly darkened as each lamp was extinguished. I had my own little private space but it was on the edge of the deadheads, yes it was away from eyes but it was dirty, damp, and muddy. My hammock is strong between two trees with a wooden box for all my things. It was nice to have a little privacy being the only girl but I felt lonely and somewhat abandoned out there most nights. But I had myself a solution. 

Once I saw the last light go out plunging the glade into utter darkness I smiled. 

I waited a few minutes more listening to the sounds of the boys snoring mixed with that of the maze changing beyond the walls. 

Once I was sure all the boys were asleep I quietly climbed down the tower. I didn't bother to light my lantern as I knew this path was like the back of my hand. 

 I headed through the glade's grass past the kitchen, past the bathrooms, past the benches and post. Until I reached the homestead. 

The tall messy structure the boys had created to house them all, hammocks hung from every place they could be hung. 

I made sure to slip off my shoes walking in the grass and dirt on my tiptoes to avoid making noise I moved through the maze of hammocks all full of sleeping glades until I reached what I had been so eager for.

The center of the homestead were the keepers all slept being the earliest boys here they of course took up the center with the most space between them, they each had fabric covers hung from trees to hide their hammocks so they each has their own space and privacy. I snuck around making sure not to be seen or heard as I made my way to my most favorite place. 

I ducted under a cover to make sure I wouldn't be spotted and I smiled widely at the hammock before me.

The dirty old once red fabric hammock hung from two trees with the curtains hung around so it was impossible to see other hammocks from here, in the hammock laid such a cute sweet sight.

The thing second in command laid on his back his head on a small pillow half the size of the other boys under his neck to keep his head up, his fluffy blonde hair out of place a little where he had been messing with it all day, his eyes closed gently his mouth hung open slightly, his hoodie on the floor by his shoes, leaving only his orange vest to protect his body, his chest slowly rising and falling with each gentle rested breath, his arm over his stomach lazily the other hung off the hammock towards the the floor, his legs stretched as much as they could in the little hammock another pillow the same size as the other under his bad ankle giving it a gentle support. 

I smiled, setting my shoes down too and going over fixing some hair from his face.

I moved closer and pressed a little kiss to his dirty forehead he stirred a little but not enough to really move. 

So I slipped off my hoodie setting it down with my shoes before I gently climbed into his hammock making sure not to tip it or to push on him too hard until I was laid ontop of him one leg down between his own the other up around his hip, my head on his chest my arms snuggly around him immediately I felt so safe, so secure and happy. 

I did this alot, ever since we shared a small drunken nap cuddle in the grass a few bonfires ago, ever since I had been sneaking in for cuddles, he didn't know I always came after he was asleep and of be gone long before he woke up, plus he works so hard on the gardens that he sleeps like the dead. So I'm always able to climb in and cuddle.

I don't think he minds as he never seems bothered by me.

And as usual as I laid nuzzled into his chest his arms slowly shifted coming and wrapping around me holding me to his body.

I felt so happy, so secure and safe, so relaxed and peaceful I could have stayed cuddled here forever. 

I got a lovely night sleep as I always did but woke to the sun starting to make its way above the walls so I sat up with a yawn having to carefully peel his arms from around me as I sat up completely, "ummmm good morning newt," I smiled giving his cheek a little kiss before I tried to climb out however I leaded my weight a little too far and the whole hammock tipped over throwing me and newt onto the ground "oww" I complained

"Ahhh- what the" he complained sitting up a little rubbing his head from the fall "ahhh! Y/n!" He yelped grabbing his hoodie and for some reason covering himself… not sure why? 

"Hi" I smiled 

"What the bloody hell are you doing here?" 

"Uuuuuuuhhh"

"And why am I on the ground?" 

".... earthquake?" I suggest

"Y/n?" He warns 

".... I may have snuck into your hammock last night"

His eyes went wide "you what?!" He asks but then realized his volume this early "you did what?" 

"I snuck into your hammock while you were sleeping"

"....why?"

"For cuddles."

"For a cuddle?"

"Ummm humm" I nodded "ever since we fell asleep together by the gardens I've been sneaking in. I feel really safe and cosy when I sleep with you" 

"Awww, that's really sweet y/n." He smiled  "you could have just asked. You're more than welcome to come cuddle with me if you want to" 

"I am?"

"Of course you are. I was wondering who I've been cuddling the last few weeks. I thought I was imagining it" he says "that doesn't answer why were both now on the floor?"

"The hammock tipped"

"Ahhh. That makes sense" he nods "did you wanna maybe keep cuddling? At Least till we have to go to work?"

"I'd like that" I smiled 

He happily got up and got settled back in the hammock then opened his arms for me so I happily climbed back in how I was nuzzling into his chest "I see why you like cuddling in here. It's nice" he Cooes stroking my hair 

"It's very nice, my favorite place in the world" I smiled 

"It might just be mine too" he Cooes

"Wake me when it's time for work"

"I will. Sleep tight y/n" he says giving my head a kiss 

"Goodnight newt"

"Night" 

I groaned a little as my body knew it was time for work, I stirred a little already mad as I didn't to get up, and my stirring seemed to wake him too 

"Umm?" 

"It's time for work"

"It is? Ummm five more minutes love" he complained hugging he tighter 

"No come on or we'll cuddle all day"

"I don't have any objections" 

"Newt come on Alby will come kick your butt of you don't get up"

"Fine" he sighed "for me to get up I need you to get up love. Your on top of me." 

"I'm working on it" 

"You don't seem to be working on it very hard?" 

"And your jumping out of bed?"

"That's because in cuddled up with you, why would I wanna rush away from something so cosy" he says kissing my head 

"See that's why I'm not moving"

"Come on, Its bacon for breakfast today" he reminds 

"So you want bacon more then cuddles?" I pouted 

"Ummm don't make me choose love" he sighed "hey? If I sit up that'll wake us both up."

"It would"

"I'll do it. For a kiss?"

"Really?"

"Just a little kiss?"

"Alright" I smiled moving a little so I could see him "hi"

"Hi"

I smiled and leant in pressing a soft kiss to his lips he happily kissed back tightened his arms around me his hands settled in the small of my back and my waist gently stroking my skin as we softly kissed the soft sound of our lips clacking slightly as they moved Against one another the only sound in the whole glade but the wind in the trees and the kitchens starting up breakfast till I slowly pulled back he did try and lean back in clearly desperate for our kisses to continue

"Don't make me go"

"What? Youre the one who wants your breakfast?"

"I know, don't make me leave you" he says stroking my cheek and pulling me back to kiss him till I pulled back

"Come on newt. Or no cuddle tonight" I warn sitting up to have a stretch

"Fine. I wait up for you this time"

"You better" I smiled leaning down to give him a kiss "newt?"

"Yes love?"

"Is that your belt pressing into me?" I asked given as I sat up in his hims indefinite felt something pressing against me 

He blushed a little but bit his lip slightly before he chuckled "that's not my belt love"

"Isn't it?"

"No it is not" he smirked tugging me back to kiss him our kiss more giggly and playfully

"Newt! Your late!" We heard from behind the curtain but we barely had time to move as Alby came around into newts little hammock space clearly mad he was late for work and all I had managed to do was sit up.

So as far as Alby was concerned he just walked into see newt on his hammock, me sat up on his lap, his arms around my waist both of us clearly been kissing with our hoodies and shoes on the floor. 

He looked us over and we both turned red the only thing either of us could manage was newt very quickly sitting up and blurting out 

"It's not what it looks like" he yelped 

Unfortunately given I was still sat on newts hips, as he sat up he was squarely faced with my boobs in my small vest shirt as the shirt had fallen considerably in our resting and now left little to the imagination especially given my one bra was in the wash, something he noticed as soon as he had uttered those words and now was unable to focus on anything else being meer inches from me and clearly excited by that as the stiffness below me hardened even more. It was obvious he was desperate to kiss me and get his hands or well get anything of his on my shirt. 

"Newt gardens now. Y/n laundry. I'll deal with you both later" he demanded "and if your gonna do that do it in y/n's hammock"

"Yes Alby" he both nodded and he quickly left us alone 

"Come on or we really will get on trouble" I giggled trying to climb down 

"No no no. Come on love please. Just five more minutes" he pleads grasping me quickly and firmly trying to tug me back closer to him almost pulling me against his chest kissing my jaw and down my neck even across my chest

 at first I merely giggled "newt-"

"Just five more minutes love I promise." He groans in his over excitement even starting to grind his hips against my own until one of his hands grabbed my ass and I immediately stopped him pushing him away grabbing his wrists to force him away from me 

"Newt!"

He breaths "Your right. Your right. I'm sorry." He says calmly "I was thinking with the wrong head for a moment I apologize" he says moving his own hands back 

"Thank you" I nodded "be careful with that"

"I'll try. Sorry"

"It's fine. Maybe we can play around with other heads suggestions after lights out" I smiled tapping his nose and giving his lips a kiss 

"Umm don't encourage me love" he smirked "I'm gonna have to go to the shower aren't I?" He sighed

"I think so" I nodded "sorry newt" I told him climbing out and getting my hoodie on 

"It's fine love. It's where you normally send me anyway" he winked getting his own hoodie on as he climbed out too "so, how about I come see you tonight?"

"You'll see me later? At break time and lunch atleast" I laughed getting my shoes on 

"I know I'll see you around the glade but. How about I meet you at your hammock tonight after lights out?" He asks getting his shoes on 

"I'll be waiting"

"You better be" he smirked giving me a gentle kiss "see you later love"

"See you later newt" I smiled before we each headed off to work.

[rosyjn]

"are you sure you want this? if i start, i might not be able to stop..." jake sully x reader SMUT

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Jake kisses down your neck, while you hold his hair and lean back into the grass. You look up into the sky, watching Pandora's moon and the stars surrounding it.

"Mmm, hold on-" he pulls away from your neck and traces over the hickeys he left. You smile and take your hands off of his head, your pupils dilating. "I'm gonna grab something, angel," he gets up off of you and walks towards his tent. You fondle with your top as he shuffles around in there.

When he comes back out, he has a couple weaved pillows and a blanket. You laugh. You take off your crocheted top as he walks towards you, leaving it nearby. Jake gets on the ground and props your head up on a pillow.

"You shouldn't have," your palm comes to your face and you giggle while he sets your head gently on them. He reaches over and kisses your breast, you exhale.

"My pretty girl, didn't want you to hurt your neck," he climbs on top of you and holds your boobs.

"Säpom oe," you tell him. He smiles.

"Where?" he asks. You exaggerate on purpose, puckering your lips and closing your eyes. He leans forward and kisses your lips, plopping his weight down onto you. You kiss back and hold his shoulders.

"Jake, you know what we should do now?" you pull away from the kiss and push his head away, so you can look in his eyes easier. He smirks and sits back.

"Are you sure? If I start, I might not be able to stop..." he plays with the strings of your loincloth and tilts his head.

"I wouldn't want you to," your hands meet his fingers at your loincloth and you push it off of yourself before he can. His face lights up and he spreads your legs with his hands.

"Goddamn," he leans into your pussy and traces your slit with his finger, admiring your arousal.

"Ma Jakeeee..." you whine.

"Hold on," he unties his own loincloth and rubs his erection.

"Za'u," you put your arms out.

"Coming," he chuckles.

He positions himself in between your legs and kisses your cheek.

"Ready?' he asks.

"Yes, Jake," you roll your eyes.

"Don't get annoyed, or else you're not getting any," he pulls away from your cheek and looks into your eyes.

"No, I'm not annoyed, honey. I'm excited. Just get in here and fuck me," you wrap your legs around his hips.

"You're so eager, hmm? You want it so bad?" he teases.

"Please, rutxe," you beg.

"Okay, you're being good." he kisses your forehead and slowly ruts into you.

Your back arches. You whine. He stretches you out so perfectly. Just the right amount of pain at first, and then overwhelming pleasure. You throw your head back onto the pillows Jake had put for you.

"See why I brought those, huh?" he grunts and smirks. You whimper with every thrust. "Good girl," he kisses you on the mouth, you don't kiss back.

"Mmm-' your moans are muffled by his lips on yours. Your folded ears perk up at the sound of your pussy squelching.

"Kiss me back," he slows down his thrusts. You're so fucked dumb.

You breathe heavily and move your lips with his, grabbing his shoulders. You mewl and your body flutters under him.

"Good. Mmm, you're close, aren't you?" he whispers against your mouth. You squirm.

You can't do anything but whimper in response, your cunt clenching and your grip on his shoulders getting tighter. He groans.

Jake's rutting gets more erratic and desperate. He chases his orgasm and grunts like an animal.

"Oh god, you're so tight, feels so good," he whimpers and tucks his face into your neck.

He moans and grabs your hips as he spills his load into you, your pussy contracting and throbbing around him. Your eyes clench shut and your toes curl as you finish. Jake peppers breathless kisses all over your neck and face when he pulls out.

He falls to your side and you curl up in his arms. His hand tickles your back, down to your ass, where he rubs gently. His other hand is intertwined with yours. The two of you lay like that, panting in each others embrace, until you fall asleep.

[fairykazu]

you, me and the universe ft. bf! scara

masterlist . moonflwr masterlist

scaramouche doesn't understand your antics and how you always manage to pull out a "what if" question out of nowhere. of course, he does reply to all with them, with truth. he remembers when "will you still love me if i was a worm?" was trending and you were reposting on tiktok cute replies to the question. however, when you asked him that question, he said, "no."

you were incredibly distraught, "what do you mean??" he laughed at your demise until he noticed how you were fed up with him. "sorry, excuse me, let me explain."

you glanced at him with a look that only said, "explain yourself."

"okay, i wouldn't love you still if you were the worm. i'll love you as a worm while you're a worm. well?"

"that is so cute but question, so you wouldn't want to turn me back into a human???"

he pinched his nose bridge, "aiya, what was the point of asking, name? and yes, i would turn you back into a human with the resources from ei."

"just asking if you would love me the same." you said with a sigh.

he exhaled a laugh before pulling you into his arms, his hands resting on your waist. you rested your chin against the nape of his neck, the very end of his hair tickling you. you can feel his warmth from his hands against your back. "i would love you the same regardless of what form you take."

you smiled against his neck, kissing it lightly, "you're so cute, honey. it's the same for me."

it's 3am, you and scaramouche is already in bed, but you're wide awake and still thinking about the alternative universes trend on tiktok, "do you think we would still be ___ in different universes?" you know you had gotten the answer you liked from scaramouche, but you just need one more answer to this question and you'll fall asleep peacefully. rolling to his side of the bed, your body stopped at his. you poked his cheek, "honey..."

he peeked with one of his eyes before opening both, "hmm.. g'morning?" his hair was sprawled out on the pillow and his hands snaked underneath the comforter, bringing you closer to him. his hands were so much warmer than your body, maybe because you're wearing a t-shirt. you curled closer to him, stealing a bit of his warmth.

grabbing your phone, the blue light reflecting on your screen, you checked the clock, around three fifty. you replied "it’s not morning yet but i have a question again."

he already guessed it from your tone. "is it from tiktok again?" gosh, do you ask so many questions specifically from tiktok? probably if he was able to guess it again. you nervously laugh,

"unfortunately."

"ask away."

scaramouche was piecing together the random tiktoks you have been reposting and the question from earlier to see how you were trying to ask a question about alternative universes. "so what youre asking is that do you think we would be together in every universe?"

you nodded, although he couldn't see it, he heard the folds of the blanket shift. "i don't think we would be together romantically every universe. but it doesn't matter how many universes there are. there will always be a version of me standing by your side, romantically, platonically, beyond the forms of humanity and even as pixels, 3x3 apart."

you chuckled as you rolled away from scaramouche. he knew he made you flustered from just that. "honey, come back, are you flustered?"

"nooo???"

"c'mere." of course, you were pulled back by scaramouche. "let's go to sleep."

"don't you want to hear my answer?"

"i don't have to. i know what you mean," he rested his chin on your shoulder as your legs tangled with his.

"but i want to express it."

"then go ahead."

"i think you're right. we wouldn't be together romantically every universe. but every other universe, i'll be there for you too."

"very original, name."

"well, you took the words out of my mouth."

[hutchersonsgurl]

Date Night with Mike

You and Mike have been dating in secret because you don't know how Abby will take it because you are her babysitter

Part 1

You are laying on the couch watching late-night TV and about to fall asleep Abby is in bed so you have been relaxing when Mike walks through the door mike walks into the house and kicks his shoes off and closes and locks the door he takes off his jacket and puts it on the table

Babe he says walking to the couch then leaning over looking at you I know your awake babe you smile as you look up at him you caught me but I'm so happy your home you say sitting up as mike sits down on the couch and pats on his lap you smile and crawl over on his lap

You look real tired baby you say as you play with his curls in his hair yeah I'm exhausted but im so happy to be with you I've missed you so much mike says as he puts his face in the crook of your neck I've missed you more it feels boring without you here. Even with abby? He questions I mean we have fun and there's never a dull moment but I miss my man a lot

Oh you have no idea how much I like hearing that come out of your mouth sweetheart you smirk as you look at him oh when I call you my man? You question oh hell yeah mike says as he leans in to kiss you

You kiss him back as you wrap your arms around him you can feel the bulge in his pants start to show

Oh someone missed me you say in between kisses mike kisses you back hot and heavy you can fell you start to heat up down there mike smirks at you and puts his hand down your pants sliding his fingers inside of your cunt slowly playing with your folds

You let out a moan shhh baby you wouldn't want to wake abby now would you? He says as he starts to finger fuck you pushing his fingers in and out

You put your face into the crook of his neck trying to muffle your moans your getting really turned on so you bounce on his crouch area

Daddy please take me to bed and fuck me already you ask

You want daddy to fuck you huh princess? He asks

Yes very much so you whine

Mike picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist and he carrys you to his bedroom

He pushes the door shut with his foot then he carries you to his bed and lays you down softly on his bed he walks over to the door and locks you are just laying on his bed watching him with a smirk

You see something you like princess? Mike says crawling ontop of you and looking at you with hazel eyes always daddy every time I see you I feel like I'm dreaming he smirks as he pulls down your pants and throws them on the floor after that he pulls off your shirt he notices you don't have a bra on oh my I never get sick of seeing my girls he says as he puts one in his hand and he starts biting your other nipple he slowly kisses down your body top to bottom while still holding one of your tits he slowly slides down your underwear and throws them on the floor you won't be needing those Mike says with a smirk but I love to see how wet you are for me baby girl baby all you have to do is look at me and I'm wet you say oh yeah? Mike says with a purr in his voice he leans back down and he start to lick up your body just above your cunt you let out a soft moan and you reach for his pants eager to get him out of those jeans so eager to have daddy aren't you? Mike smiles he lets you unbuckle his belt and take off his pants and boxers you throw both on the floor you stare at his dick thinking about how good it's gonna feel when he's inside of you you put your hand up and start stroking his dick his dick starts to get harder you can already see that his tip already has some precum he looks at you with the hunger in his eyes as lean down to your cunt he spreads your legs and he spits on your cunt I'm about to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk Tomorrow he says I can't wait babe you say with a smile he pushes his dick inside of you it takes only but a second to get use to him he starts thrusting into your hard back and forward "oh fuck you feel so damn good you take my cock so good princess he says with the rasp in his voice you start moaning while holding on to his bed daddy I'm about to cum I know baby girl I'm gonna too cum for me baby girl you cum all over his dick with sigh and he comes inside of you and he falls down on the other side of you on the bed I know we didn't use a condom but maybe it wouldn't be so bad being a dad he says with a smile you serious? You say looking at him of course I'm serious baby I would start a family with you in a heartbeat he says stroking your face with his thumb but mike you won't even tell your sister that we are together you say looking back at him I was meaning on talking to you about that I want to tell her tomorrow night that you are mine he says kissing you softly if your okay with that baby so am I you say as you kiss him back

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Part 2

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias/Trent Alexander Arnold x Reader - Dark Rivarly Part 8/15

What a perfect day to release a chapter hahaha. 🤣 It's derby day between Man City and Liverpool and with the beef going on between Trent and the team my story becomes more and more unrealistic, or what do you think? 🤔

Could Trent ever make peace with somone like Ruben? Let alone allow Ruben to date his sister?

Part 9 and 10 are already out on my Patreon!

Reader is Trent Alexander Arnold's twin sister. The two have been inseparable since childbirth, more so now when Reader is fresh out of university looking for a job, crashing at her brother's place whilst doing so. One day Reader gets a job offer that she cannot refuse, however it would mean working for her brother's biggest rival in football, Ruben Dias.

Enjoy!

"These are actually pretty good."

"Really?" You perked up where you sat on the sofa in Ruben's hotel room. He was sitting next to you.

"Yes and the press seems to love the outfit you choose for Ruben, look."

Miranda turned her Ipad around, showing you the published images of Ruben, wearing the outfit you had picked out for him.

"I'll admit that I had my doubts at first, but the reviews have all been great. Good job Y/N."

"Um, thank you Miranda." A complement from her felt like a lifetime achievement.

"I'm gonna call the photographer that took these and see if he can send me the negatives. We might be able to use them on Instagram to summarize the weekend. Miranda left the room to make the call, leaving you alone with Ruben, who had barely acknowledged you this morning.

"I better pack my bags." You said, rising from the sofa. Ruben however, refused to move his legs out of the way to let you pass.

"Excuse me?" You groaned. It wasn't funny, neither of you were laughing. "Ruben?"

His legs wouldn't budge, and you were getting agitated. "What the he'll are you doing, move your..."

Ruben drew back his legs just as you were about to swing at them with your own. This caused you to stumble forwards, almost tripping yourself.

"What was that for?" You frowned.

Ruben's expression was emotionless as he stood, and for the first time the height difference between you was intimidating.

"I...I just wanted to go to my room and pack my bags." You stuttered.

Ruben exhaled. "We need to talk first."

"Talk about what exactly?" You crossed your arms.

"The way you left me last night, it was unprofessional." He said.

"Ruben, I told you that I came down with something." Which was a lie, but it was the best one you could come up with on such short notice.

"And what exactly was it that you came down with?" He asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Well you seemed fine when you left my side at the party. What made you suddenly wanna run off Y/N?"

"Ruben, for the third time, I wasn't running,  I just needed to get back to the hotel and lie down."

"So that's where you did it?"

"Did what?" You frowned, his tone spiteful to you.

Ruben shifted in his stance, crossing one arm over the other. "Y/N, I expect you to take your job seriously. For you to then run off with some guy...."

"I didn't run off with some guy."

"Don't lie to me Y/N, John saw you!"

The echoes of his words bounced off the walls. The room fell silent.

Ruben's eyes searched your face, he was angry and wanted answers, rightfully so. "Who is he Y/N, an old flame from your university days?"

"Ruben."

"No." He shook his head. "Don't tell me. It's none of my business." He walked over to the windows, running a hand through his hair.

"Ruben, it's not what it looks like. That guy, he is my...."

"Just know if you ever pull something like that on me again...." He said, slowly turning to you. "I won't be giving you any second chances, understood? Do your job from now on or the next time you're fired."

"There. The photographer gave me the thumbs up. He'll be sending me the...." Miranda stumbled into the room but paused at the sight of you and Ruben. "Everything alright?"

You were staring blankly at each other, something heavy forming in the base of your throat. Your voice shook when you spoke. "I have to pack my bags." You said and ran off into your room, gasping for air once you stood behind closed doors. You were gasping for air from the unstoppable flood of tears.

You were considering your life choices on the journey back to London. What if you just moved aboard and started a new life in some foreign country? No one would know you and you wouldn't have to lie about who you were. You'd be nothing and therefore be someone.

"Y/N! You're back early."

You stepped into Grandma's shop carrying your suitcases. You had forgotten your keys to her apartment but was glad to be welcomed by Jennifer at the front desk. However, her initial joy of seeing you quickly faded. "Oh my god, you're soaking wet. Is it pouring outside?"

"Just a drizzle." You murmured, as she rounded her desk to help usher you inside. "Is my grandma here? I forgot my keys."

"She's in her office, sorting out a golden suit. You won't guess who it's for." She giggled.

"Trent."

Her smile withered. "How did you know?"

You removed your soaked coat. Your shirt beneath had also been ruined.

"Oh my god, tell me about your weekend." She gasped. "London Fashion Week, was it as exciting as they make it to be? And your boss, was she happy with your work?"

"He." You corrected.

"What?"

"My boss is a he, and no he wasn't happy with my work."

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry Y/N. Is he high maintenance when it comes to fashion?"

"No, he's just a fucking dickhead."

"Language."

Grandma walked into the room, pinching a dozen sewing needles between her teeth.

"But he is a dickhead Grandma. And I don't care anymore, I'm not going back to work for him."

Grandma spat out the needles in her mouth, all the pins dropping soundless to the floor. "Well you're not coming back to work for me!"

"But where else am I supposed to go?"

"Home. To your mother, and tell her she's failed to raise her children."

"Ha ha, very funny."

"I'm serious Y/N, you're not staying with me. I'm getting tired of your tardiness, not to mention that furball you've got running around my apartment."

"What does Whiskey Jr, have to do with any of this?"

"He stinks, just like your attitude towards authority."

"I don't have an attitude towards authority. "

The bell above the front door rang in the distance. "Guys?"

"No, tell that to your current boss. I've overheard you talking, I bet he's done with your tardiness as well."

"Hey, guys?"

"What are you talking about Grandma, you don't even know my boss and if you did you would agree that he is a fucking piece of...."

"Y/N, please!"

Your argument with grandma was interrupted by Jenny's objections. She stood by the shop entrance, greeting the customer that had stepped through the door. He was soaked with rainwater from head to toe.

"You have a new client." She said, cheeks as red as they come. You on the other hand, couldn't find the words to speak and so grandma stepped in. "Can I help you sir, we're not open for much longer."

Ruben stepped forward.  "No....I mean yes. I want to speak to Y/N."

"My granddaughter?" She frowned. "And who might you be, young man?"

You shook your head as Ruben met your eyes. However he went ahead anyway. "I'm Ruben, Ruben Dias, her boss."

"Oh. My. Days!"

You saw Jenny bouncing up and down in the  corner of your eye.

"There's no way." She squealed. "There is no fucking way."

"Jenny please." You groaned, begging her to spare Grandma who hadn't been as quick to put two and two together.

"Your boss is Ruben Dias? Of all people." Jenny was clearly overjoyed by the drama unfolding before her. "Y/N, you're basically working for the enemy."

"Please don't be so dramatic". You sighed.

"Does Trent know? He's got to know, right?"

"Trent?"

You looked to Ruben as the name escaped his lips. His eyebrows furrowed. "Is that who you were with in London? Is that the name of your boyfriend, Trent?"

"Ha!" Jenny snorted, slapping a hand against her mouth. "You ran into Trent in London? Oh the drama. I can't."

"For fuck sakes Jenny!"

"Y/N!" The room fell quiet as Grandma's voice rose above all. "Language."

"But grandma..."

"No buts." She said, forcing your silence. "Now." She stepped up to Ruben, examining him. "This young man. Your boss? He has come here to speak to you, let's hear what he has to say."

It was a nightmare come true. Even Ruben seemed a bit taken aback by Grandma's demeanor. However he did gather the courage to address you as if you were the only two people in the room.

"I came here to apologize." He said. "For being a dickhead to you this morning."

Jenny snorted somewhere behind you,  however grandma shot her a glance that made her fall back.

"You have the right to do and see whoever you want. I was just jealous and upset that you chose to do so on the night of my friend's gallery opening. For some reason I really believed that the two of us were...."

"No way." Jenny gasped, once again interrupting you. "You're fucking him too?"

"Oh for the love of..." You grabbed Ruben's arm, pulling him aside, into Grandma's office in the back room. There the two of you were left alone, however this game was getting old, the game of Ruben hurting you then crawling back, begging you to forgive him.

"There's something you should know about me." You said, wanting to get it over with. Ready to get it over with.

"Alright." Ruben nodded. "Tell me."

It was now or never.

"That guy your friend saw me with last night wasn't my boyfriend, or an old flame from my university days."

"No, who was he then?"

Another one bites the dust, you thought. Telling the truth meant that you were going to lose Ruben, just like the truth made you lose your old friends. You sighed before you spoke.  "He is my brother Ruben, my twin brother."

"Oh, okay." There were clear signs of relief coming across Ruben's face, a slight twitch in the corner of his lips.

"His name is Trent, Trent Alexander Arnold. You might recognize the name since..."

"Wait." His expression went stiff again, carved by a deep frown. "Did you say Trent Alexander Arnold? As in..."

You nodded. "Yes, THE Trent Alexander Arnold. Liverpool's right back, however you might know him better as the guy that got booked for trying to punch you out the last time Man City played Liverpool."

Ruben's snort was unexpected. "Tried to, is the right word for what he did."

It made you gasp, as well as playfully nudge his arm. "I'm being serious."

"Trust me Y/N, I'm also trying to be serious. So you're telling me you're related to Trent Alexander Arnold, your twin brother to be exact?"

"Yes. I'm the oldest, if you must know."

Ruben's bright eyes searched your face. But it was unclear to you what had suddenly lightened his mood.

"Is this the reason?" He asked."

"What reason?"

"Why don't you want to be with me? Because of who your brother is. My "rival" in the football world?"

"Well that and the fact that you are my employer which would label our relationship as highly inappropriate."

"Yes, but it's mainly because of your brother, no? You worry about what he will think of you, of us. It's why you had him take you home the other night,  because you didn't want the two of us to meet, no?"

You nodded. "He doesn't know that I'm your stylist. And I don't think that I want him to. The truth would send him through the roof." You still wondered why it hadn't sent Ruben through the roof,  what was his angle?

"Y/N, I don't give a fuck about who your brother is?" He said this in a way that shook your core. Ruben then stepped forward, grabbing your face between his hands, tilting your head upwards. "Can we stop pretending that what we have between us isn't real?" He chuckled. "Can you just accept the fact that I want you and you want me Y/N?"

"You want me to run into your arms?"

He frowned. "What?"

"Like the girl in the painting." You smiled. "He's waiting for her to run into his arms."

"Yes." Ruben nodded. "Exactly. Come to me, run into my arms."

You crashed into his lips instead, with Ruben initiating it by pulling your face towards his. Just like that you we're back to square one, the game between you having stepped into a second round. And the next round was guaranteed to involve less tears and more fistfights.

[creedslove]

GIRL, A HEADCANON OR ONESHOT of marcus getting home and seeing reader in a tight outfit just saying all the things she has done in the house, him telling her how good of a housewife she is and then getting things escalating, LITERALLY GETTING THE KINK WE ALL DESERVE😭

Marcus Pike x f!reader

A/N: omg bestie I am 😭

• okay so hear me out: Marcus Pike has a major housewife kink

• to be fair he didn't even think that was a thing but once he got married he found that yes, having a wife is the kinkiest shit to him

• he is a man who had been married before, and that was just 'okay whatever i guess' because well they were young, Marcus liked her but didn't love love her, you know what I mean?

• so he thought it was the natural course of things: go to college, get a job, get married, have kids and that's stuff until a divorce came unexpectedly

• and then he had a situation with a woman who should be forgotten because she was worse than the devil and broke his heart again

• so when you two started dating, marriage was really out of the picture for Marcus, he didn't want to risk having to lose you again, because Marcus was used to not having anything good

• but one day he woke up - with you in his arms - he saw he was too deep in love with you, and for once it wasn't one-sided, you loved him just as much as he loved you and he knew he had to make it happen

• he wasn't a fan of proposing for the third time, but he was going to do it because he had hopes it would be successful

• and it was: you said yes, in a few months you got married and you seemed to have a non-ending honeymoon together

• and when he got home every single day to you, looking pretty, your shiny golden band on your finger, big smile and so willing to please him, it was enough to have his cock bursting out his pants

• the way you smiled at him, welcoming him at the door with a peck on the lips and looking just so happy to see him, it was heaven to him

• he wouldn't be able to even hold back, he would grab you and start devouring you by your neck, kissing your skins in your lips

• and then he would place you on the kitchen counter, legs spread wide so he can eat his sweet little wife out until she's whimpering and calling him

• and after you came for him, he would bend you over the same counter and he would pound into you from behind, one huge hand one his on your waist and another one gripping your hair and making sure you are taking every single inch of his cock

• when you two are satisfied, he holds you tight against his body, he's just so happy you two have found each other 💗

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