#hellooooooo it's been a while

[witchhuntress]

Shiho Inada: After Okobu-sama case

**I squinted as hard as I could but this kanji I had to guess; it is that tiny to the naked eye I’m so sawry😂😂😂🤣

[artofalassa]

The Feather

Aaand next part! Look who finally showed up... <3

Part ONE | Part TWO | Part THREE | Part FOUR | Part FIVE | Part SEVEN

[comfortzonelol]

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[mywritersmind]

hellooooooo! I read yell and flight and let me tell u I was HOOKED. I cannot get fran off my mind the way this man is!!! It’s driving me wild and it’s barely been abt a week or two seeing him all over my socials👩🏻‍🦯‍➡️ I was wondering if you are still taking reqs obviously for fran? I know deep down in my bones that this man is so clingy like physically so maybe like him hugging the reader a lot like alot all the time, like long cuddle sessions just talking abt life?

xxxxxxx thx in advance

SEVEN TIMES WHEN FRANCO COULDN'T KEEP HIS HANDS TO HIMSELF - FC43

listen up : no warnings just some kissing!! this is cute so i hope you enjoy <3 franco x girlfriend!reader

word count : 1249

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When I first started dating Franco, it was obvious that his love language was physical touch. Back then however, I didn’t know how much he depended on it.

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1. I’ve never been more excited for Franco than I was at that first race in Monza. As soon as I could, I ran to him.

He was still in his race suit, grinning that stupid smile that I so love. He was sweaty and gross and I couldn’t be happier.

“Corazón…” He wrapped his arms around me, resting his head on my shoulder even as I jumped up and down.

“I’m so proud of you!” I pulled him tighter, his curls brushing my face. “That was so sick!” I pushed him back to move my hands while I spoke but his hand stayed on my waist.

He let me recount his own race back to him as he just stared at me dreamily, “I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He laughed and pulled me in again, kissing me this time.

People cheered and whistled as I smiled against Franco’s lips. He kept that same hand on me all day, holding me close as if the two hours he was racing for was time lost for us.

He never cared who was watching, as long as I was in his arms, nothing else mattered.

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2. “Let’s stay here.” He mumbled into my skin, laying completely on top of me with his face on my stomach.

I laughed, running my hands through his hair, “We have to go Fran… You were the one who said we would!” He frowned up at me when I took my hands from his hair.

I slipped my hands back through his waves and he smiled happily again, wrapping his arms tighter around my waist.

I look at his arms flexing against me, “Darling…”

He frowned up at me again, making me laugh and having to physically push him off of me, “Ay no…” He groaned as I stood, smoothing out my skirt.

“Come on!” I had to walk out the door just to get Franco out of the room.

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3. We were at a charity gala and I felt like a genuine magnet. A magnet that only attracts Franco's hands. I smirked at him, “Like what you see?” I spun around in my red dress that hit right before my black heels, his hands staying on me as I turned around.

His gaze dragged up my body, nodding silently. Franco is never silent. He gave my waist a little squeeze before kissing my cheek and pulling me into his side.

The whole night, the only time he left my side was when I went to the restroom. He was waiting with drinks when I got back, I can’t help but smile at his stupid face that looks way too happy to be buying things for me.

We ended up talking to Lando and his date, she was definitely a model and honestly I don’t know if he even knew her name. When the girl left, Lando eyed us both, “You’re making me look bad!” He ran his hand through his curls as I rested my head on Franco’s shoulder.

“Not my fault that you don’t like your date!” Franco argued and Lando pulled his lips into a thin line.

“I like her just fine! You two are just disgustingly affectionate.”

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4. “I’m just having a hard time, Franco!” I sat on the couch, my head in my hands. We’d been fighting like this for an hour and getting nowhere.

He paced in front of me, turning to me and placing his hand on my chin so I would look up.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered as tears ran down my face, sinking to his knees, “I’m so sorry… I know you though. You can get through this.” His hands moved up the outside of my thighs, holding me tight like he always does.

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5. I could practically feel Franco’s gaze burning a hole into the man across from me’s head.

He started over to us as soon as he saw the man take a step closer. He cleared his throat, placing his hand on the small of my back as he smiled at the man.

Franco leaned closer to me and the man left in an instant. I smiled softly at him, raising a brow, “Possessive, much?”

He sipped his drink, “With you? Always.”

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6. “You look delicious.” I laugh out loud as he says it in my ear, I turn and swat his chest. The club music was loud and the lights were even brighter.

“Franco.” He knows he’s gotten to me, a smirk prominently on his face as he takes my hand in his and pulls me gently out of the crowd.

We make it to the bathroom, one stall, before Franco has his hands on my ass and his mouth on mine. “Needy.” I mumbled into his mouth.

“No shit, have you seen yourself?” I laughed as he pushed me up against the wall, his hand slipping below the hem of my blue dress.

He slips his tongue in my mouth, cupping my face and holding onto my waist tightly. I sometimes forget he’s an actual athlete until he brings his strength into the bedroom. Or in this case… the club bathroom.

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7. Franco sat between my legs, my hands in his hair as he intently listened to the football match that was playing.

He's talking about some of the players but I'm busy braiding his hair which is quite hard given the length.

He moved his hands away from his water bottle that he was fidgeting with, playing them on my ankles and making me shiver. His touch is effortless and sometimes I think he doesn’t even realize because he was definitely focused on the game.

His hands slid upwards, brushing over my calf then back down. He repeated this for five minutes until I finished with his partially braided hair.

The game was still playing as he slid his fingers up my legs once more, making me shiver. He didn’t even realize until I pushed my hands over his and his head leaned back to look at me.

He smiled and kissed my hand, turning around and kneeling in front of me.

I watched his muscles move as he extended his arms to wrap around my waist. He looked up at me, his green eyes shining while his hair looked like a mess. “Are you excited for today?” We were in his drivers room, his suit unzipped.

“Yes. Because you’re here.” His hand rubbed against my face softly, like he wanted to memorize every part of me.

“Do you get nervous?”

“Of course. I don’t want to mess up when you’re were.” I frowned at his words, caressing his neck.

“I don’t care what you do, love… as long as you’re safe.” He sighed and laid his head on my knees.

“You that worried?” I nodded. “I don’t want you to be.”

“Well I’m your girlfriend and it’s my job because you chose a job where your life is in danger every weekend.” He laughed at my sarcastic tone, shaking his head and kissing my knee.

“I like that you care. But I promise you corazón, you cannot get rid of me that easily.” He kissed me softly, I kissed him back.

[onskepa]

Hey saw tou were open!!

Could you do a ronal x platonic female reader, who is having her first mother's day as a new mom. She goes to ronal and explains the earth holiday. As part of her tradition she gives ronal a mother's day gift and ronal gets to see cute teeny tiny human baby!

Hellooooooo~!! So when I read this one, I knew just where to put it! Enjoy~!!

Irayo pt1

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Irayo: Best mama's around!

Ronal kept herself busy these past few days. More busy than usual. Anything to distract the lingering worry of her friend, Irayo. It has been 8 days now, Ronal counted since her last visit. Not just ronal who worries, but her daughter young tsireya is now questioning where her auntie is. Her, and slowly the villagers begin to worry. 

Not to make her worries any better, Ronal has no way to communicate with Irayo. She remembers clearly, the last time she was her friend. Everything was fine that day, irayo behaved normal, acted as normal as she could be. Made another set of friendship bracelets, helped take care of tsireya, did her part in the village. Everything was normal. 

So why now is she gone? Are the sky demons preventing her from returning? Did they deem her useless now? Is she alright? 

So many questions linger in Ronal's mind. Anything she does, her worries are not calmed down. If by day 10 irayo does not return, ronal can only fear the worse. 

“A little bit dramatic, don't you think?” Irayo asks as she plays patty cake with little tsireya. Ronal was too busy hugging her from the side, saying how worried she was and what possible routes irayo was going through. 

“Not dramatic, only worried,” Ronal says, a bit stubbornly. 

Irayo can only laugh at the tsahik’s antics. 

“What happened? Why were you gone for many days?” Ronal finally asks. Needing to know if whatever happened, that irayo was alright. 

“I am fine, its just I wasnt feeling well and I had to be examined to find out what was wrong” irayo answers. This made Ronal more worried. “And? Are you well? Why didnt you come to me? I could have helped you” ronal gently scolded. Irayo only shook her and answered in her own way. 

She smiled and grabbed Ronal by the hands, guiding them to her belly. 

“I am pregnant” 

Those three words echoed in ronal’s head, slowing taking in what the human just said. Her eyes were wide, almost unbelieving what she said. 

Irayo laughed at Ronal’s reaction. Tsireya laughs as well even though she doesn't know why. 

“And who is the fool who believes he is worthy of you?” 

Word spread of Irayo’s return and the news of her pregnancy, the people went a bit wild. Welcoming her back, many gave her gently hugs, being mindful of her belly. Even though irayo said she was only 2 weeks pregnant, none took it lightly. Pregnancy at an early stage, any stage really, is the most important. Anything can happen. 

So the villagers, and by extension ronal and tonowari, made sure irayo only did safe, light tasks. Some had given her many things for her baby when its born. Children would follow irayo and ask her so many questions, like what is the difference between a na’vi baby and a human baby. Will the baby be blue or a different color? Small or big? Cute or ugly? 

So many things and Irayo was just happy to resume it all. Even more now that soon, her little one will get to experience the same excitement as she does. Her stage is still early, but no doubt her motherly instincts kicked in. 

As time goes on, ronal allowed irayo to take care of tsireya more often, to practice in how to take care of a baby. Would talk about her experiences in taking care of an infant and so on. However Ronal does not know how much of the information will be useful to her friend. As she does not know how different a human baby is to a na’vi baby. 

And as the months go by, ronal witnesses irayo’s belly growing. While she may not fully show it, Ronal is secretly excited for the baby to arrive. One day, when Irayo was 4 months pregnant, she asked a sudden question. 

“Would you like to feel the baby?” 

This question surprised ronal. 

In na’vi customs, pregnant females only allow their mates or really close family members to touch their bellies.

Is it the same for humans? 

“Can I…?” Ronal asks hesitantly. 

Irayo nods and gently places ronal’s bigger hands onto her growing belly. 

“The baby is still small, but in future months, they will move and might even kick,” irayo explains. Being still, Ronal can sense a small heart beat. From her experience, this small heart beat sounds healthy. 

“You baby is strong,” she comments. Irayo giggles, she doesn't doubt ronal. She can feel her baby. 

“Baby?” little tsireya echos the word as she waddles over to the two mothers. Practicing how to mother with the little one, irayo feels she is ready. But slight doubt still lingers in her. 

Playing with the child's hair, Irayo confesses her inner struggles. 

“Ronal…do you think I will be a good mother?” she asks. 

Ronal looks at her friend, a sad smile on the human's face. “Of course you will be. Perhaps not perfect, but a good mother. I have seen you around my child, with the villagers' children. Why think you will not be?” 

“I don't know, maybe it is just my mind playing games. I see how you raise tsireya, when she was born to now. You are wonderful to her. You have far more experience than I. the other women, I see how they handle their babies. I fear that whatever I will try, it won't be enough. That maybe I will fail and-” 

Ronal places her hands gently on irayo’s cheek, making her look at her. 

“You will be a wonderful mother to your baby. Anything you will do, shall do, will be seen as perfection to your baby because it will be all that they know. I am not perfect irayo, no one else. I make my own mistakes, but we learn and so will you” 

“Learn!” tsireya repeated. 

Both ladies look down at the little girl with soft smiles. 

Irayo leans a bit to kiss tsireya’s head. 

“At least my baby will have someone to look up to”

9 months had come to completion. Ronal wasnt able to see irayo for a while. Irayo explained she will need to be under constant supervision since the due date was nearing. Ronal understood, but the inner fears and anxiety creeps every night. 

Will irayo be alright? Will the birth be safe? Will the baby be healthy? 

So many questions, ronal even suggested she helps to deliver the baby. Willing to push aside her own personal views of the sky demons for the sake of her friend. While irayo was happy, she couldn't. 

And it wasn't for another 3 months that finally, irayo returned. This time she wasn't alone. 

She came to the village with her baby. 

Everyone was so ecstatic! 

They all surrounded her and her baby. Welcoming her back and welcoming the baby as well. Her baby was so cute! Mothers praised the little one, seeing how healthy the baby looked. And many more for being curious, it was the first time they have seen a human baby! Who knew they could be adorable? 

However the crowd was quickly disbursed by the presence of ronald and tonowari with tsireya in her father’s arms. 

Ronal of course was the first to hug irayo, letting out a long relieved sigh. 

“Thank Eywa you have returned” she whispers. Looking at irayo, she didnt know if it was the sun, or something else but the human had a natural glow in her physic. That motherly glow all females have after birth. It made irayo look stunning. 

“I am happy to be back,” irayo says. 

Soft babbles were heard, in the small bassinet was the human baby. 

Leaning down, ronal took a good look at the human baby. 

“Has your eyes…” she comments. 

The baby stared at ronal, no fear, only fascination. 

“Would you like to carry my baby?” Irayo asks, knowing ronal wants to. Without needing to answer, ronal carefully and gently holds the baby into her arms. 

“Baby!” tsireya squeals. 

Tonowari chuckles, “yes me’ite, it is a baby. We must be careful and be gentle” he says, tsireya nodding. 

“Your baby is so beautiful…oh Eywa, maybe you bless this baby with a great life and a wonderful future” ronal prays. 

Tonowari gestures irayo to a certain direction, “come, there is much to talk about”

Tsireya was entertaining the baby, showing many toys and singing little songs. Never keeping her eyes away from her new friend. 

Irayo sits beside ronal, “I have a gift for you~” she teases. 

“I wonder what it could be” 

Already knowing what it is. 

As predicted, irayo brought out 4 bracelets, “new BFF’s bands!” irayo says happily. 

Carefully tying it around ronal’s wrist, doing the same for herself, tsireya and her baby. “We shall commemorate this day as our first mother’s day!” she goes on. 

Ronal looks at her curiously. 

“Mother’s day? What is that?” 

“Mother’s day is a human tradition. Once a year on a special day, we celebrate our mothers. Giving them gifts, a day to relax, and appreciating them overall. So, this is my gift to you and to myself. It is not often celebrated here with my co-workers but at least I can celebrate it with you!” irayo happily answers. 

Looking down at her new bracelet, tracing over the beads and sea glass, she likes it. 

“Gifts huh…well then, I have a gift for you as well” ronal says. 

This makes irayo get closer, already excited. 

“What is it?” irayo answers. Ronal answers deadpanned. 

“I am pregnant” 

NGL I got carried away but I like it! So, until next time! See ya!

[girlboypersonthingy]

Hiii new anon here! Is it possible to request the Hazbin Hotel boys with a wheelchair user reader? (It’s alright if not! I love your writing so much! Keep it up! 💖)

Hellooooooo new anon 💋 thanks for the request! And THANK YOUUU ILYSM AAAHH 💖🥹 you guys have really been hyping me up. AND IM AT 40 REQUESTS RN LIKE ??? HELLO HI WHAT IS HAPPENING 😵‍💫 I hope I did okay on this…enjoy~

Notes: gn!reader, sorry this is short :(

TW: lap sitting, other than that just fluff :)

Hazbin boys x wheelchair user!reader 🎀

Lucifer 🍎

Often tries to push you around everywhere. He just wants to help but if that bothers you, he’ll happily give you space to wheel yourself around.

Will still do other things to help you out too like open doors for you, adjust tables so you can sit at them comfortably, goes to get you something you might have forgotten just so you don’t have to push yourself all the way back to it.

Sorry but he’s gonna very randomly and very frequently sit in your lap. He likes it, it’s comfy and it’s always right there fully open for him. He’ll just fall into your lap, wrap his arms around your neck and nuzzle his face up to yours.

Very helpful with other things you may need help with like reaching things that are too high up or assisting you when you need to get out of your chair for any reason.

WILL ABSOLUTELY PICK YOU UP AND CARRY YOU SO TIGHTLY AS HE FLIES YOU TO WHEREVER YOU NEED TO GO

“Luci, babe…this is kinda extravagant, don’t you think? I just needed to go talk to Husk, I can get myself there just fine.”

“Yeah, but I get to touch you this way~”

What a flirt, omffggg ❤️‍🔥

Angel Dust 🕸️

So many dirty jokes and horrible pickup lines.

“Oooh, best seat in the house~” as he sits on your lap before covering your face in giggly kisses

“Yeah, I think they fucked up their legs fallin’ for me.”

“Fuck you, Angel!” And now he’s cracking up laughing while also apologizing.

He’s actually kinda a worry wart so he’s gonna check up on you a lot. He knows you’re strong and brave and you’re used to this by now but he can’t help but worry about you all the time.

He knows you can handle yourself but he worries about others picking on you and taking advantage of your disability

His fav pastime is sitting in your lap while you wheel yourself as fast as you can down the long hallways of the hotel

Sitting in your lap while you do wheelies gets him squealing with laughter

He also offers to push you pretty much every day and if you say yes, he happily takes over while you sit back and relax. If you say no, he totally understands and follows along beside you still.

Very much understands any boundaries you have about you and your mobility. Hes a consent king okay?

Although he never asks before he grabs the handles of your chair and yanks you all the way back until you’re nearly parallel with the sky, then he smirks down at you before leaning in for a hot and passionate kiss. Not too long later, he sits you back up to your regular position and continues on his way, leaving you a blushing mess with your heart beating so hard you think you might die again.

And he never gets over the shocked face you wear every time he does that. He loves that shit 🩷

Husk 🃏

Okay this guy is so nonchalant about it like “okay cool…and?”

He sees that you are used to this, that you handle this with such grace and skill. You impress him everyday and he adores youuu~

Will often offer to help you up on the barstools if your chair is too low to reach the bar.

Holds doors for you, always runs to push the elevator button for you, just likes to go out of his way to be a gentleman for you.

Even if you insist you don’t need his help, he’ll argue, “Baby, you’re my partner. I think my love language is acts of service or some shit like that. I dunno, I tried to read the book and got tired. But I love ya so you’re just gonna have to get used to me and how I show love. Trust me, I’d do this stuff no matter what.”

He’s honestly just such a polite and considerate guy when it comes to you. He doesn’t never mean to be overbearing or treat you different, he just wants you to be comfortable so he always tries to push you around.

“Husky, I can push myself.” You sigh as he takes hold of the handles on your chair and brings you along to the bar with him.

“I know you can.” And he’s just smirking from behind you as you roll your eyes.

And his pace will slow for a sec as he leans over to kiss the top of your head.

He just really loves when he’s pushing you and he sees your head tilt back and your shoulders relax- you just seem calm

Sir Pentious 🐍

Homeboy is absolutely gonna try to invent and build cool shit for you. Mostly just cool add-ons to your chair like something to make it smoother or faster or more sturdy or even add a cup holder? Idk

If you ask him not to push you around, you will not have to tell him twice 🫡 he respects you and your boundaries

Buuttttt he is often seen resting one hand on the handle of your chair as he slithers along beside you throughout the hotel

He just wants to be touching you in some way and touching your chair is enough for him.

Loves to come bounding up to you with exciting new projects he’s working on and will wrap his entire self around you as he shows you his work

“Pen? Can you push me back to my room? I’m just so tired…” you ask him after a long day of helping out around the hotel therefore a long day of pushing yourself around.

He’s actually so excited and full of love rn, like he’s beaming with joy as he nods and rushes to you.

“Yesssssss, my darling! Anything for you~”

And he’s so fucking careful with you- we all know Sir Pentious is a clutz and a goofball but he is so extra cautious when pushing you around.

Makes sure not to bump your feet or knees or any other part of you into anything.

Goes sooooooo slow over any bumps, humps or ledges.

Asks like 457 times if you’re okay and smiles everytime you say “Yes, babe. I’m good. Thanks.”

Vox 🖥️

Does not mean to offend but he tells you he would happily build something that could have you up and walking with ease.

If you’re down to try, he’s more than happy to experiment!

If you’re more than happy staying in your chair, he completely understands but still tries to give your chair some upgrades.

Adds a phone to your chair so you can always contact him

Also watches your every move everywhere you go through his cams bc he doesn’t want some dickhead to think they can take advantage of you

Loves when you come into his work room where all his screens are bc it’s a bit crammed in there so it can be hard to get your chair around. Therefore, Vox loves to pick you up and sit you in his lap while he works.

He’ll press soft kisses to your neck and let his claws travel up and down your arms as you melt into him

And when you finally ask to go back to your chair, it turns into a playful fight.

“Aww, (Y/N). I was just getting comfy. What if I just keep you here.” As he hugs you tight, speaking in a teasing tone.

“Vox, I swear to Satan! You better put me back in my chair right now or-“

“Noooo~ I don’t think so.”

And he just continues to enjoy your company even as you pout and huff.

Alastor 🩸

Always uses his shadow or his tentacles to lift you up and whisk you around.

Doesn’t ever really ask for permission or even warn you before he picks you up and carries you to and from your chair.

“Oh! Alastor. I can do it on my own. Really, I’m fine.”

“Nonsense, sweetheart. The pleasure is all mine. What kind of partner would I be if I didn’t assist my love with getting around?”

He doesn’t have much of a filter, nor does he understand boundaries or personal space

So he will just grab ahold of you and wheel you around to his hearts content regardless of your protests.

One time, he unexpectedly rolled you up to his radio tower, wearing a particular cheery smile.

“Come, dear! I’m just about to start my podcast. Care to join me~?” He holds his hand out to you from across the room, waiting for your okay

As you give him a nod, his shadow lifts you and carries you to him as he sits at his desk, you being lowered down onto his lap soon after.

“Lucky you! Up close and personal for tonight’s show. Aww, and look at those flushed cheeks! What a doll you are~”

Alastor loves to sit you in his lap and then make fun of how flustered you get. It doesn’t happen often, him getting all close and touchy with you so when it does happen, you always panic and start stuttering.

He really gets a kick out of you being in a less than ideal situation and not being able to get out of it without him letting you. He’s a sick fuck, what’d you expect? He does it out of love~ ❤️‍🔥

[lacedinweb22]

just a quick study break... (Miguel O’Hara x reader) one-shot

summary: You've been studying for hours and decide it's time to rest your eyes and take a quick break. You're then awaken to an even better study break.

nsfw 18+

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It was 11pm. I laid on my stomach in my apartment bed, reading and annotating for tomorrow’s lecture. My phone dinged with a message. It was Miguel. 

Miguel: Are you still reading?

Me: Sadly. I’ll probably go to sleep late tonight, but I’ll see you tomorrow after class. Go to sleep M don’t wait up on me. 

Miguel: I miss your voice. 

Me: I can call you while I read and you can fall asleep on the phone with me <3 :)

Miguel: mm

Me: What will it be brat? 

Miguel: It’s okay. I’ll see you soon 

Me: Are you going to sleep? It’s still pretty early. 

…

Me: hellooooooo  Me: lagger  Me: MIGUEL

I turned my phone off and tossed it to the side. Is he mad??  Maybe he’s getting ready for bed. 

I continued annotating and reading, then put my head down in my textbook to rest my strained eyes. Just for a minute…

I was awoken by a cold breeze coming in from the window. Chills spread across my skin. 

“Y/N,” he whispered. 

“Mmmm,” I whispered back, half asleep. 

I felt weight move onto the bed, as Miguel crawled from behind me and hovered over me. 

“Mmmm... mmwhat are you doing here?” I whispered with my cheek pressed against the scribbled pages. 

He moved my hair back from the side of my neck, and kissed my neck gently. “I missed you,” he whispered, his fangs brushing against my skin.

I smiled against the book.

“Mmmm, good. I needed a study break,” I whispered back. 

I felt his weight shift down to my bottom half then felt his fingers sliding my pajama shorts down, revealing my underwear. He slid his fingers under my underwear and gripped my ass tightly. He moaned softly to himself. His teeth dragged across me, before he bit into me hard. He continued across my ass, leaving bite marks all over me. “I want you,” he whispered against me, before biting me over and over. “I need you,” he whispered again. I moaned quietly with every bite. His nails dug into me, as he squeezed my flesh tight before every bite. “Do you want me?” he moaned. “Mhmmm,” I quietly whispered. I felt myself getting more and more wet. 

He lifted himself up behind me, and breathed on my neck. I felt his hard-on against me. 

His fingers traced from my underwear down, nearing my heat. He continued kissing and sucking my neck then held himself up on one arm as he began to slide his other hand in between my legs, fingers rubbing against my wet slit. 

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he moaned into my neck. He rubbed me up and down as he explored my slippery mess with his long fingers. After rubbing me for a while, he pressed two fingers against my entrance. “¿Puedo?” he whispered. “Mhmm,” I moaned, nodding desperately.

He pushed his big fingers into me slowly, and massaged my insides as he sucked my neck  hard, and rubbed his boner against me. “You’re so tight, mi princesa and... wet,” he groaned. He entered in and out of me, and rubbed his wet fingers on my clit in between strokes. 

I began to moan loudly, “Mmmm, Miguel, you make me... so wet,” I gasped out as he began to finger me deeper. With every deep stroke, he curled his fingers up, squeezing his muscular fingers into my tight space. 

“¿Te gusta que?” he asked, as I felt his fangs smiling against my neck. “Mhmmm, fuck mhmmm,” I moaned out. “You’re so fucking hot,” he groaned, his boner rubbing against my ass. “I need you,” I whined. “Beg me,” he whispered against my neck. “Beg me to fuck you,” he demanded. He thrusted his fingers deeper, “FUCK, mmmm, fuck me, Miguel, please, I need you,” I whimpered. I felt him sit up on his knees, as he lowered his boxers. His hard-on immediately stabbed against my ass. He rubbed his hard cock against my exposed skin as he moaned softly. “Mmmm, you’re all mine,” he whispered. He hovered back over me, his face buried in my hair as he continued rubbing his wet tip against me. I felt the precum tracing across my skin. “Do you feel what you do to me?” he growled, beginning to rub his tip against my wet entrance, then up against my clit, tugging at my flesh. I moaned and begged him, “Stop teasing me, M. Put it in already,” I whined. “I can’t fucking sleep at night because you’re too busy studying, and I’m up imagining you in my bed,” he whispered. “You do this to me, now beg me,” he demanded. “You don’t get to have this so easily.” “Mmmm, give it to me, please. I need you... fucking look how wet you make me. It's only you... I need you," I whined.

“Good girl,” he replied, as he started to enter me. 

We both groaned loudly, as his wide dick squeezed into me. He slowly pushed into me, covering himself in my warmth. “Look how fucking wet you are,” he breathed out, pressing his fingers against my heat. He rubbed against my slit, still thrusting in me slowly, then licked his wet fingers clean. “Y tambi��n sabes bien,” he moaned. 

“Mmmm, keep fucking me,” I whined, arching my back and lifting my ass higher against him. “Mmm, you like that?” He groaned, thrusting deeper and deeper. His big hands wrapped around my wrists above my head, as he gripped me tightly and held me in place under him.

“Fuck... god Miguel, keep… fucking me… like that,” I gasped. His long strokes stretched my insides as he growled and breathed heavily on me. I couldn’t contain my moans, and buried my face into the bed sheets. 

He lifted himself up and gripped my ass tightly; I felt the claw marks begin to burn across my skin. “Your ass is so fucking fat,” he groaned out, “and all mine.” 

I whimpered as he continued thrusting in and out of me, gripping me tightly and moaning out my name. 

“Y/N... fucking hell, like that, like that,” he whined. “I’m gonna cum,” he growled, as he dropped to his forearms and bit my shoulders hard, bruising me. “GRghhhhhhhh, fuck, Y/N, you’re... mine. You’re mine,” he groaned out with each finishing thrust. I felt his hot warmth spread inside of me. “Fuckkkk,” he groaned, collapsing on top of me. I whined as I felt his hot liquid fill me up. 

“I’m not done with you yet,” he replied, as he turned me over to face him, then grabbed my waist and dragged me to the edge of the bed. He got off of the bed and kneeled at the edge, his face in my thighs. I laid back, pulling his hair as he squeezed my waist and traced his lips down into my inner thighs. 

His cum and my wetness dripped out of me. He spread my thighs and dug his face into me. He licked and tasted my entrance, barely penetrating me with his big, warm tongue. “Mmm, we taste so good together,” he moaned against my wet lips. He wrapped his hands around my thighs, then his lips around my clit. His top lip rubbed on the top while his tongue pressed hard against the bottom of my clit. He licked and devoured me, keeping rhythm on my clit, as his hands explored my body. His fangs brushed against my wet skin, scratching and tugging at me, the pleasure outweighing the pain. 

I whimpered and wrapped my legs around his neck. He rested his hands on my legs, squeezing me tight as he continued working on me. He moaned and hummed into me, as I cried out his name. “Fuuuuck... like that, like that, you’re so good, M,” I whimpered. “Te portas… muy bien... mi princesa,” he breathed out. 

As my legs remained wrapped around his neck, he lifted his muscular neck up effortlessly to angle my hips upwards and get a better angle, as he continued sucking and licking me up. 

I felt a rush come over my thighs and stomach, as he continued rhythmically licking. “I’m... gonna... Miguel, keep going, just like... that... ughhhh fuuuuuck,” I moaned out loudly as I throbbed and finished against his lips. “Keep cumming for me,” he breathed out. 

I climaxed, my thighs trembling and my body shivering as Miguel continued gently, and slowly licking up my wet skin, moaning softly into me. I let out a deep breath, and uncrossed my legs from his neck. I threw my head back and sighed. 

He stood up, his dick still erect and wet, and crawled on top of me, his dick rubbing against my thighs. I could finally see his sweaty, glowy face. His cheeks were slightly pink, and his wavy hair was damp with sweat. He smiled and licked his lips; I caught a glimpse of his fangs. He hovered over me, licked my lips, as I tasted both him and me, then pressed his lips to mine, his hot tongue entering my mouth. 

His tongue brushed my top teeth, then fought my tongue. “I really... needed that,” I whispered in between kisses. “Me too,” he breathed out, “You should take more study breaks,” he suggested, squeezing my waist and sucking my bottom lip. “This will definitely motivate me.”

[eddiesguitarpic]

Hellooooooo can I request marauders x reader (platonic or poly whatever you want :)) with reader who like never drinks water so like everywhere they go the boys are making sure there hydrated lmao this sounds weird I’m sorry lol anyway hope you having a good day/night <33

i never drink water so this is perfect LOL!

poly!marauders x gn!reader

warnings: exam season, stress, dehydration, the marauders being absolute sweethearts

word count: 529

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Your head is hurting as you approach their door, shoulder heavy with the bookbag that hangs off of it.

You'd been studying all day, barely giving yourself a moment to breathe before diving into the next subject, eager to pass the next exams thrown your way.

By the time you had reached the boy's dorm, you were ready to lay down and sleep for the next fourteen hours.

But they had other plans.

"Dove, you look exhausted." Remus breaks the silence, sat on Sirius's bed with a worried, yet stern look on his chiseled face.

You pout, slinging the strap of your bookbag over the arm of James's desk chair.

"I am not. I was jus' studying." You shake your head, trotting over to plop yourself in Remus's lap.

He grins, despite the worry coursing through his veins. He'd never deny you a cuddle, even if you had done the worst of the worst, that was just off the table. Cuddles were a must in his book.

"Did you drink some water?" He asks, and you know you've been caught.

You bite down on your lip, hesitating before slowing shaking your head side to side.

He sighs, giving you a knowing look before tossing you to the side, your body landing beside Sirius's resting figure as Remus goes to fetch you a glass of water.

"Hi." You giggle, now nose-to-nose with Sirius.

He grins. "Hello, my love." His arm stretches around your waist, pulling you closer so your front is flush against his. "You know you have to drink at least eight glasses of water a day, right?"

"Yes." You sigh, nuzzing your nose into his cheek like a kitten nudging for attention. "It's just so hard to remember."

"We should get ya' one of those water bottles with time marks on 'em so you don't forget." James perks up from behind Sirius, head popping up so he can look at you. "How does that sound?"

"I wouldn't mind it." You shrug.

/////

It's even worse with the water bottle, and you kind of regret agreeing to it.

By nine am when you're supposed to have drank two cups of water, Remus is hounding you to watch as you drink the last of what you had forgotten. But he rests his hand on your thigh during, so it's not much of a punishment.

After DADA, at noon, when you hadn't finished the four cups you were assigned by said water bottle, James is cornering you at your locker to make sure you've drank it. It's not too bad since he wraps his arm around your shoulder while he watches you drink it.

Sirius is somehow the worst, trapping you in the janitors closet to gulp down the last two cups before you can get to your potions class because "staying hydrated is important," as he put it. But he lets you sit on his lap and massages your tummy while you do it.

Honestly, you can't even be mad about it. Having three loving boyfriends who care so much about your health makes up for the mild annoyance you feel having to chug three cups of water at four o'clock in the afternoon.

[anantaru]

Hellooooooo

I was wondering how would Alhaitham and Ayato would react to hearing the safe word in the middle of the act? Like they pushed reader's limits, they seem to be pretty rough and demanding in bed and that's kinda scary sometimes

cw. after saying the safe word, a lil angst, fem! reader, heavily comforting you

ayato, who would— and such goes in the generality of standings, without stating, express leaden depicted signs of embodied guiltiness for turning you, his darling, he devotedly treasured, this uncomfortable and hurting during an endearing time where he should've coddled you with a sundry of effusive pleasure.

conceivably, ayato might've fell in to be inordinately rough tonight as he was severely frustrated from his own bottled up emotions— one of the leading factors being the tracked down obvious that he hasn't seen you nor spend sufficient time with you in what felt like plentiful years.

his troubled breath was stranded immovable in his glued down throat upon listening to you suddenly cry out the safe word he was sure would never be used by any of you— to proceed, ayato had directly pulled out of you, the touch cautious, as controlled as possible as to not dispense any more damage before really saying anything, he can barely marge his eyes on you and it broke his heart that he was the reason you experienced pain— when he should've loyally lavaged you with nothing but pure comfort.

supplementary he puts forth your name in a tottery declare and then staggers through his frazzled breathing, "are you okay, please— please take your time." ayato eases himself back into this pivotal situation, but he will not touch you, he keeps his hands away from you. "i apologize with my entire heart— i did not mean for this to happen." as to bring grave attention in his sentence, he closely whispers an inch lower, soothingly, "i am so so sorry."

ayato will wait a fair enough of much required time, additionally giving you copious reasonable space before you, yourself, have allowed him to come close again. His glimmering eyes fall to your bare, trembling body as to calmly throw a silky blanket at your naked frame to have you a sprinkle more shielded and protected as well as have your body heat rise up again.

while you aided him to lean back into your arms, ayato breaks apart from within, bit by bit, his body was stilling and sheened of cold sweat, but it's about patience now— and he knows, he has to keep a clear head as always, he mustn't let his emotions run free.

"it's okay ayato." you close your arms around his neck and it almost brings him to tears— such spoken tears that he originally severed off himself earlier, the same way he had done so his whole life.

"it is not, i should've known better."

family was everything to ayato and you were a part of his. On this ending night he had done nothing more than to spoil you and apologize a handful more times, you let his warm palms seep into your gladdened skin and your eyes flutter close of the heavy tiredness— you realize he was warm but his breathing sounded patched together, even though he tried to hide it endlessly.

alhaitham, whose flexed up muscles loosened up the immediate wounded second of your excruciating voice thickly closing around his ear shells. This uncomfortable weight on his chest, or the penetrating shock in his eyes, he was aware that he unarguably went overboard this night, for certain, and promptly backed off your tremulous body without accidentally creating added problems.

with how he had been largely shadowing over yourself, he could easily perceive the state of your low lidded eyes— your vision had turned entirely blurry which was the straight up cause of warm tears simmering from each twist of your eyes.

"do not rush yourself." not at all did alhaitham appear as confident and collected as he usually was, "i apologize - i apologize, i don't know what—" your hard processed breaths overwhelmingly shook at each explosive word of him, it was demanding for you to state something, taxing on your emotions while at the same time cloaking back your cried which he had fortunately discerned himself, then stopping in midst his own sentencing, yet cursing himself.

it's not as if alhaitham doesn't want to do anything, all he craved for was to enclose his large arms around yourself and apologize once more— though he does nothing, not for now at least, he waits until you do something instead, after all, crossing your boundaries again would be the last thing he had in mind.

"can you-" he noiselessly jolts back when detecting your broken voice in the dim room, you mutely wrap your hand around his wrist, "can you please .." and he knows what you meant, in the wake of it, it wasn't back breaking to see through your quavery ways of stating.

he crumbles next to your body and closes his arm around your waist, your eyes were swelled up and with one gentle palm he shushed away the wetness on your cheeks, but remained careful in his proceedings.

"i'm sorry." you shake your head at his strangled heaves, applying yourself up forward into his chest, "it's okay." - "i know you would never hurt me on purpose."

but even with your presented reassurance, his heart burned, he huffs his warm breath on your forehead and presses his lips on your head, his hands in process of moving unsure on where to wavelessly rest themselves on. "it will never happen again."

he recollects himself, his words holding all meaningful purpose behind them, "i know." you smoother yourself further into him, systematically calming down more and feeling yourself back into his body.

"you're everything."

©2023 anantaru do not share, copy, translate any of my work

[glitterjay]

— vacation

⭒ drabble, nsfw audio in link, really bad written, sub!sunghoon, masturbation, suggestive content (minors dni)

— so i came across this nsfw sunghoon audio (credits to @sunjaywoning) and it made me... go places. so here you go!

sunghoon and his group of friends had agreed on a vacation all together to catch up on things. it was a very exciting thought at first, until he realized he would be away from home for 2 weeks. away from you.

it wasn't a very pleasant idea after week one. had he known being away from you would make him more needy than normal, he would've looked for any excuse to stay home.

so there he was, laying in bed at 2am with one hand under his sweats and boxers, bumping his shaft with his fist, not caring he was sharing a room with jake. his free hand was struggling to scroll through his chat with you to see the many pictures you had sent him over time.

it felt like the world was shattering to pieces. his hand wasn't creating the friction he needed. there was something he was craving. something being you. he had brought with him a pillow from home, which ironically smelled like you.

he wanted to rub his hard on onto it. oh, he wanted to ride it so bad. take a video of himself being such a slutty boy and send it to you immediately. but how could he with one of his friends sleeping on the twin sized bed right next to him?

his moans were soft and low. he started picking up his pace, which made him unconsciously buck his hips up into his own hand. tears were rolling down his eyes at this point. never did he wever want to go through such experience again.

reaching his high after a painfully long time had him silently sobbing into the back of his free hand. had given up using the pictures long ago, sunghoon thought his hand would be useful to muffle his sounds.

he felt sticky and sweaty, his face probably looking extremely fucked out and tired. he did not lose a second to take a cute little picture of the aftermath and send it your way.

© glitterjay | tumblr

hellooooooo, it's been a while. i guess this is me saying im back from my hiatus (watch no one remember me hsjsj) so asks are open again. i promise i will try my best this time to answer everything.

[scarletwinterxx]

jaemin dad scenario #2

hellooooooo ~ not sure if y'all are familiar with this audio but I saw a cute tiktok vid earlier with this audio and I wanted to write one about it. plus I've been wanting to write another dad jaemin scenario so here we are😅 hope you like it!!!

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(gif not mine, credits to rightful owner)

Jaemin hears the voices from downstairs, waiting for his wife and daughter to walk in the kitchen where he's currently baking cupcakes for Heejin's school day.

"Daddy, we're home"

He turns around to face the two of you, his two girls smiling widely at him. Heejin reaches out for him, immediately getting Heejin from you to give him her after daycare cuddles and kisses

"There's my baby princess, how was daycare today? Did you have so much fun? You didn't cry?" he ask in between kisses on her face. Meanwhile you watch the adorable scene between your husband and his mini me.

"She didn't cry, her teacher told me and she got a star"

"Wah you did? Can appa see it?" he asks the little girl in his arms, Heejin holds out her hand to show the star sticker on the back of her hand

"Wow, that's great! I'll give you a cupcake since you're very good" he promises Heejin, you give him a strict look but you let it slide.

You and Jaemin are on the same page when it comes to raising your daughter. You rarely have any arguments, but there are times Jaemin folds whenever Heejin wants something. Like giving her sweets, or letting her stay up past her bedtime.

You really can't beat the dad-daughter duo, they both know how to make you say yes. One look at you with their round eyes, you're nodding your head to whatever wish they have.

"Also Heejin got something to say" you tell Jaemin, walking towards the fridge to get a drink while Jaemin sets Heejin on the counter

"What is it, baby?"

"I got a boyfwiend" her little baby voice says happily.

Immediately Jaemin's smile changes while you try to hold in the laughter. He looks over at you then back at Heejin

"You don't have a boyfriend"

The little girl frowns at her dad, "I do have my boyfwiend" she says a bit louder this time

You can't help but laugh, Jaemin looks over at you with a glare clearly not amazed with the situation but to you it's very hilarious.

"You don't have a boyfriend" he sternly says, Heejin then sobs then reaches out for you.

You step closer to give her some comfort while Jaemin stands beside you, still not done with his argument with his 4 year old daughter.

"Aw love, what's wrong? who made you cry?" you ask her, patting her hair. The Little Na looking up at you with teary eyes

"Daddy says.. daddy says i don't have boyfwiend" she says in between sobs. At this point you can't help the big smile on your face, your daughter is being so adorable right now.

"But you do have a boyfriend?" you ask her, giggling.

Jaemin playfully pinches your waist, you brush him off while you watch Heejin nod her head "You do? What's his name?"

"Ji-hun" she says with her lips cutely pouting

You laugh again, enveloping her with a hug and kissing her head. Looking over at your husband to see him with an opposite expression on his face, "Yah, they're kids. Just go with it" you whisper

"She's four, she's my babygirl" he grumbles, taking Heejin from you to hold her again

"You're not allowed to have a boyfriend until you're 50" he tells her seriously. To little Heejin, it doesn't really make any sense apart from meaning she doesn't get to be right this time which she doesn't like.

This makes her cry again but doesn't move from her father's embrace

"Boys will make you cry then I have to beat them up then dad will have boo boo's. Do you want dad to have boo boo's?"

"No" she answers, hugging Jaemin quickly. She's always been a worried baby, if she feels like either of you are in danger she gets very anxious and starts to cry. When she was a baby, she hated seeing Jaemin on his bike. She thought he was going to fall.

"Okay then don't get a boyfriend okay? Pinky promise" he holds out his pinky towards Heejin, the little girl sealing the promise

"I can't even imagine how you would be when she actually starts dating" you tease him

"Don't start with me. I'll actually fight them"

You laugh, joining in their hug. Jaemin wraps one arm around you while the other holds Heejin, both of his girls in his arms.

"And I love you for that, but one day she's going be a big girl and would fall in love just like I did. With you" you tell him, giving him a kiss on the cheek

He looks at you, his eyes full of love and adoration like they always have ever since you met. "Well then as long as she falls in love with someone who loves her the way I love you, then I guess I'll be okay. That's still a maybe though, no one deserve our baby girl"

You smile at him, kissing him again this time on the lips then giving Heejin a kiss also on her chubby cheeks "I love you more, both of you. How about we finish baking these then let's have a cuddle night the three of us?"

"Sounds like heaven to me" He agrees, kissing both you and Heejin on the head before he sets Heejin down. The little one getting her standing stool ready to help with decorating the cupcakes but you both know she's after the sprinklers

"After I put her to bed, you and I are going to have a talk" he whispers

"What did I do" you laugh "Mhm, you can laugh now. Just wait until later"

[thewhumpcaretaker]

Hellooooooo 🗣💙🖤

While I'm still thinking and going back to that gif of Riccardo in a bathtub... what do you think about Santino being taken care of like that? What would even get him into that situation that he has no strength or will (or can't do it on his own) to take care of himself like that? How would John help him? I'm pretty sure he is willing to do anything for him. :<

His husband is not doing well, he has to take care of him 😞

Pathetic little wet cat moment with Santino... but also just hurt/comfort again ❤️‍🩹

HELLO this got so out of hand, it's 1,400 words. I ended up really loving this prompt! Lots of comfort for the pathetic wet cat, he really needs it. By the way, this is in the early days of their relationship – they haven’t even made it official yet.

Here's the gif that inspired it.

🖤💙You'll Thank Me Tomorrow 💙🖤

TW: alcohol, vomiting, a person being refused sex because he's too drunk to consent, nonsexual bathing

John was watching the Camorra prince carefully from across the bar. Pink and green lights crashed together on his cheeks, enhancing their lively flush. And he looked beautiful, animated, but…something was wrong. He was talking too loudly, laughing too much, and there was a hint of anger in it. John couldn’t make out what he was saying over the general babble and the music, but whoever he was talking to had been irritating him for a while now, and he’d been dealing with it by throwing back shot after shot of whiskey. It wasn’t like him. He had a glass of wine sometimes in the evenings – it helped him relax. But he never got drunk. John had never seen him like this before.

He caught Addy’s eye over the tap and she let concern flicker through her expression for half a second – yes, she saw it too.

He eyed the man on the stool next to Santino. He was well dressed, a Camorra higher-up of some kind. And he was saying something that Santino absolutely hated. Maybe he was a rival? It was hard to tell. But he was getting more intense as time went on, in response to Santino’s intensity. Before he knew what was happening, their voices were raised. Damn it…he couldn’t bring himself to stay out of it anymore.

He appeared at Santino’s side so suddenly and quietly that he almost startled him. “Hey. Is he bothering you?”

“Wha - ? Oh, John.” He recovered himself in a moment, and instead got a wicked, petulant sort of grin on his face. “No, he’s not bothering me. He can’t bother me. Look, I can even do this.” Santino shoved him.

The man was understandably irate. “Lay off it!”

“Why should I?” He opened his arms, thrusting out his chest, cocky. “You can’t do shit to me! Continental rules.” He grinned, a smug, feline thing, so distinctive to his particular manner of bravado.

“Santino – “ But it was too late. John saw what was going to happen before he did. The man grabbed the glass next to him and dumped it over his head, leaving him shocked and spluttering, with his hair clinging to his face. The conversations nearest to them died away, and a ripple of awkward silence spread to the edges of the room.

He swayed dangerously, moving towards the man instead of the opposite direction where he should be going. “Tu… figlio di puttana…[You….son of a bitch…]”

“Boys!” Addy broke in, a note of solemn warning under her normally bubbly demeanor. “You know the rules. We’re going to be sensible about this, right?”

Santino was still babbling on, almost incoherent. “You don’t…you don’t get to…” But John grabbed his arms, as much to keep him from falling as to keep him from lunging forward.

“Yes, we are. Thank you, Addy, I’ll take care of him.” She nodded in thanks. Santino’s weight lurched around, struggling against him, but he just marched him away towards the elevator.

“Wait…where are we…”

“Your room.” He was leaned fully against John now, seeming suddenly so small, and it made it hard to think. His heart was racing against Santino’s alcohol-drenched vest. “…What floor?”

“Ummm…”

“Never mind. My room. Is that okay?”

“Okay.” He slumped against John’s shoulder, absently grabbing for his hand. John blushed and let their fingers entwine. But Santino was whining even as he nuzzled against him. “Why’d you pull me away? Tsk, you’re so…I could have taken him.“

“You’re not supposed to ‘take him.’ You’ll thank me tomorrow.” He paused. “What did he say to you?”

“He said…he just kept saying things…that he’s glad I’m not the heir, that I don’t deserve command over any of my territory. Kept saying it too subtly and in a friendly way, so I couldn’t say anything back, and I just got angrier and angrier…I hate myself when I’m like this.”

“Don’t hate yourself.” It was a simple thing to say, but it had to be said. The fight was draining out of Santino, and in its place was something tired and needy and very pitiful. The elevator doors opened and John pulled him down the hall towards his room.

“John…I’m too drunk.”

“I know.”

“I don’t feel good.”

“I know.” He stroked his hair and started fishing out his room key, still supporting Santino all the while.

“He’ll attack my territory tomorrow. Because I shoved him. He’ll use it as an excuse. He did it on purpose.” Santino sounded so defeated. His mood was worsening by the moment.

“…Yeah.” John led him inside towards the bed, narrowly preventing him from stumbling into the nightstand and he clutched at his tie in response, trying to steady himself and nearly dragging John down in the process. “Just lay down.”

But Santino just continued swaying and holding onto him. It took him a second to realize he was going to be sick, and by that time he couldn’t get him to the bathroom. He just held his hand and waited for it to be over.

It was like all the energy drained out of him after that. He sunk down against the wall with dead eyes. The room seemed horribly quiet. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’ll call room service. Um…let’s get you cleaned up.”

Santino nodded. He didn’t seem capable of speaking anymore. There were tears on his cheeks and it made John’s heart ache. He didn’t let go of his hand for even a second while phoning for a maid, and then lifted him in his arms and carried him into the bathroom, locking the door behind them. The room filled with warm steam that made the world feel almost equally blurry to both of them, a sad but intimate space of deep love and care for one another.

None of it seemed to reach Santino. He was limp and pliable and completely unresisting as John peeled off his shirt. He hesitated at his belt, and didn’t touch his underwear at all.

John got him into the water and stood there with him, steadying his shoulders, making sure he wouldn’t fall or be sick again. “We’ll just get you cleaned off enough and then you can lay down, okay?”

“Mmmm…can I have a bath actually?” John almost laughed, relieved that there was still some hint of the demanding little prince he knew.

“Yeah. Anything you want.”

But of course he pushed further. “Can I have your cock in me then?”

This time he really did laugh. “Well no…not that. You’re too drunk, mio caro.”

“Mio caro…” he repeatedly, dazed. “Is that how you feel about me?”

John swallowed. “Yes. It is.”

“That’s how I feel about you too.” A flood of unbridled happiness. But…it couldn’t be true. Santino would probably forget he said that in the morning. Don’t hope. Don’t let yourself hope.

“…Come on, step out for a minute so I can run the bath.”

He looked even more pitiful, leaned against the wall all soaked and shivering in the minute or two it took for John to get the bath water ready. He had a towel around his shoulders at least, but John hurried as much as he could, and rewarded him with a forehead kiss when he was done. Then he lowered him gently into the water. Santino’s eyes closed as he leaned his head back, and he sighed miserably. But after a few moments, he finally seemed to get some peace.

John attended to him in every way he could. He lathered shampoo into his curls and rinsed him with handful after handful of warm water, massaging over his scalp and then the base of his neck. And Santino relaxed further and further at the feeling of those strong, capable hands moving over him, making sure everything was exactly as it should be. He made little inadvertent sounds of joy at being so comforted, and then finally became so sleepy that he made no sounds at all.

John would have to get him out of the water once it got cold, but for now, he might as well let him rest. John sat down on the edge of the tub with a hand over his chest and just held him, looking at the deep frown lines and the signs of care already forming at the corners of his eyes. The world had been too harsh on Santino. He deserved so much gentleness. And John decided then and there that he would give it to him.

[clawsdevour]

hellooooooo! can u write an imagine in which reader is inscure about their pimples and Tsukishima comforts reader? thank youuuuuuu (i love ur imagines)

the way you are

wc: 1.2k content warning: fluff, angst, tsukishima x reader who's insecure about their pimples, not proofread, shitty writing

note: THANK U SO MUCH FOR READING AND LOVING MY IMAGINES I RLLY HOPE THIS LIVES UP TO WHAT U HAD IN MIND. IT FEELS GOOD KNOWING U LOVE MY IMAGINES <333

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Hearing the doorbell ring, you know who’s waiting out there waiting for you to open up for him. Giving him a few minutes to wait outside, wiping away your overflowing tears as you try to look calm down. You’ve recently been terribly breaking out, pimples kept emerging on your face the moment you wake up. Your confidence grew thinner each time you had to cover them up with concealer in the mirror. The bright red, pimples about to burst with every touch you give them.

Earlier you invited your boyfriend, Tsukishima, to your house to hang for the day. Getting ready, you can’t help but feel just plain ugly with your face filled by zits. You wanted to hide them from the person you loved the most, thinking he’d start to believe that your looks aren’t good enough for him. You felt your throat close up at the thought, starting to sniffle while blinking back your incoming tears. I can’t cry, it’s gonna ruin my makeup and he’s almost here, you thought to yourself while grabbing a tissue. Looking back at your reflection on the verge of breaking down, you can’t help but feel like the most hideous person Tsukishima’s ever gonna see once he walks in.

The sound your doorbell makes caught your attention, you’re so anxious you can’t help yourself but squeeze your eyes shut to prevent more tears from ruining your makeup. Hurriedly you tried to fix your melting foundation through the blurriness that stained your eyes. You gave up, you were in a complete state of utter despair. I can’t let Tsukishima see me like this.. Maybe I should just tell him to leave. Overthinking to yourself, down the hall you heard the door creak open. In horror, you heard the loud footsteps draw closer to your bedroom door.

“Hello? You in there?” Tsukishima knocks once, silence, twice, you ignored him. You’re quivering in your seat, biting your lip as you pray he doesn’t open the door to see you quietly sobbing at your vanity.

“If you’re really not in there, then I’m coming in..!” Swinging open the door, you make eye contact with Tsukishima’s stunned face. He’s looking at your messed up makeup in complete shock. Your black mascara ran down your warm wet cheeks that your foundation had melted off due to the amount of tears you produced, revealing your red bumpy pimples. He rushes towards your side in sincere concern, on his knees looking up at you as you bite down on your lower lip.

“Hey.. hey, you can talk to me. What happened?” His eyes widen seeing how much you cried before he came in, the tears glistened on your face as the light from your mirror stared back at you. His hand was shaking your arm, waiting for you to respond.

“Stop Tsukki! Don’t look at me.. I-I’m hideous..!!” Turning your face away from him, seeing your tears start to fog your vision again. Your face is blazing red hot under your makeup that was peeling off. Your lashes were wet with your warm tears, eyes a shade of pink from crying.

“What are you saying.. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever laid my eyes on,” Tsukki’s trying to look at you while you continued to sob. Grabbing a tissue from your vanity, he tried to tilt your head to face him as you resisted. Looking at him from the corner of your eye, he was genuinely hurt knowing how you feel about your physical appearance. Overall, he loved you for you, not the way you look. 

“You’re a liar! You’re bluffing like you always do…” failing to withstand his large hand that turned your head towards him, you’re meeting straight face to face with him, completely feeling humiliated while his still eyes examined your face. Feeling a pat on your cheek, he’s wiping away the trail of tears lingering on your face when a few more trickle down from your glossy eyes.

“No, I’m not and I’m serious. Why makes you think I’d lie to someone I actually love? Genuinely, you’re the first girl who I ever thought was gorgeous. You’re the first person I always look for whenever my volleyball match is over. The first person who I’m comfortable showing you my most vulnerable part of me.. And the first girl to ever win over my heart.” Tsukishima’s words too, touched your own withering heart. Knowing how he’s somewhat spiteful and sometimes a bit annoying with his antics you never knew these words could pop out of his mouth. He’s never told you how he felt about you all this time ever since you started dating. Okay well, besides when he confessed his love to you and asked you to be his girlfriend. But hearing his raw and authentic self speaking to you from the bottom of his heart, a big part of you was relieved. 

“I never knew you thought like that Tsukki..” your voice was hoarse due to crying, croaking at him. His expressions shifted in confusion, not understanding what you meant by that.

“What do you mean?” He’s blinking at you through his lenses as you stare back at him with a slight smile starting to appear back on your face.

“Well like.. About, how I made you feel..” Obviously you started to feel better, knowing that he really didn’t care if your face started to break out or not. He loved you as you are. He loved the way you care for him, putting up with his devious acts, and just being able to call you his girlfriend. Knowing that was enough to make you happy. Smiling through your slightly puffy eyes, his finger’s caressing your cheek, tracing circles to comfort you.

“Well duh..! Of course I care and love you. You’re like  the love of my life. A few pimples popping up on your face shouldn’t make you feel uglier when I’m around.. Or well, just making you feel less confident in yourself. I like you and your pimples. Nothing could change the growing love that I have for you,” Your eyes widen with surprise as he’s confessing once more how much he loves you. It started to sink in that nothing was going to get in the way of your relationship with Tsukishima. At this point you’re so content, you were grinning from ear to ear.

“I.. I love you too, Tsukki. I’m sorry for all this.. I didn’t mean to make a big fuss over this.”

He’s smiling at your cheerful face, seeing you regain your self esteem. You launch at him to give him the tightest hug ever, he’s chuckling at how adorable you can be. Patting your back, feeling the smile on his face grow.

“There’s no reason to be sorry,” pulling you off him for a moment, his eyes were observing your puffy red eyes that were tear stained. Your makeup was half wiped off, the tissue he used did nothing. Parting his mouth open to say one more thing as he holds you in his arms.

“Alright so… where’s your makeup remover? I want to see your bare face, plus you might break out again if you leave it on.”

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Say Something - Draco Malfoy x Reader

Request: Hellooooooo! I miss your imagines so much but do take your time of course! Could I please get one where draco and a Slytherin reader are a thing but he has been ordered to kill you by voldemort because not only are you Harry's twin sister but also draco's gf/weak spot so he treats the reader terribly because he really does not want to hurt her and he thinks breaking up with her can somehow convince voldemort that you aren't worth it. can there be a lot of angst but also some fluff? -Anon

Warnings: angstyyy

Y/N/N: Your nick name

You sprinted after Draco as fast as you could, silently thanking Merlin you were able to see him before he saw you.

Draco has been ignoring and neglecting you for a while now. Every time you attempted to talk to him, he would disappear before you could even get to him. And in moments where you finally got to him, he always excused himself claiming to be "busy."

At first, you thought it was a fluke. You went from constantly being around each other to almost never seeing each other.

Sure, Draco and you would fall into sour moods and avoid each other over stupid reasons. Almost every couple does at some point, but you would eventually talk about it. And there was always a catalyst, but this time it was different. Draco never acted like this before, and if something was truly bothering him, he would’ve told you by now.

You tried to distract yourself and focus your mind on anything else other than him. If he wanted to talk to you then he needs to be the one to make the first move since he was the one who became distant in the first place. You would constantly remind yourself of this but it was no use.

The thoughts plaguing your mind only worsened as you went about your days because all you could focus on was him. You couldn't help but think if something happened between the two of you and you were just too oblivious to see it?

Being Harry Potter's twin sister brought a lot of baggage due to the feud between the two of them, but Draco ultimately had nothing against you. And he always made sure of that from the moment the two of you started dating.

"This has been absolutely ridiculous! Will you talk to me!" you shouted, grabbing onto his Slytherin robes and yanking him around, frustrated with playing this game of cat and mouse.

Draco stopped momentarily, irritated. A grimace was plastered on his face as he remained silent.

"For the past few months I’ve been worrying over you constantly!" you shouted, jamming your finger angrily into his chest with each sentence, "I have no idea what I’ve done to you and all you have been doing is ignoring me! For Merlin's sake, we're supposed to love each other and this is how you treat me!?"

He crossed his arms over his chest, looking away.

"If you wanted to break up, why don't you just man up and say so instead of acting immature and avoiding me! I thought you were better than that!" you yelled, tears brimmed from the corner of your eyes. You wiped them away, scowling at him, and closed your eyes quickly composing yourself.

Draco's jaw clenched, eyebrows knitted tight in anger. His lack of response was pissing you off more and more as each second passed.

"Your silence is speaking loudly for yourself, is that what you want?!" you stomped your foot, "SAY SOMETHING!"

What happened next surprised you. Knowing how Draco tends to act in your past arguments, he would explode just as much as you. But he didn't this time. Instead, he scoffed and took a step back, creating even more distance between the two of you.

"I don't love you and I have never loved you. Thought you would've taken the hint by now, but you're just as stupid as your brother," he spat lowly, making you flinch, "Just leave me alone and never speak to me again, Y/N."

Your mouth hung agape as your named rolled off his lips, taking a step back this time.

The halls were quiet, which otherwise would've been considered peaceful if it weren't for this given moment.

You looked at him with deep hope to hear him say he was wrong. To hear him say that he didn't mean it, and this was all some cruel prank. That none of this is happening. But he didn’t.

With as much strength as you could muster without breaking down, you spoke.

"I see."

You turned on your heel, finally allowing the tears to flow down your face, and left a very heart-broken Draco alone in the hallway.

You didn't know where your feet were carrying you too, you just knew that you needed to be anywhere else but here. Maybe you'll grab your broom, and soar off to Merlin knows where. Maybe you'll grab some Floo powder and allow it to take you somewhere random. Hell, even just wandering different grounds out of Hogwarts seemed like a good plan.

You continued walking through the castle, deep in your own thoughts until you heard familiar distant voices. Walking down the curved staircase, the voices grew louder and you faced the back of your brother and Hermione deep in discussion.

They hadn't noticed your presence just yet as they continued their conversation.

"I keep having these dreams, Hermione, and I'm telling you that it's all somehow connected. I can't quiet explain it right now but... I hear him more and more each day."

She placed her hand on his shoulder, as they gazed through an opened window, facing out towards the ocean in Hogwarts.

"I believe you, trust me. We've just somehow got to," she paused, "Y/N? Are you alright?"

Hermione saw you out of the corner of her eye when she began speaking to Harry.

Harry's head snapped at the mention of your name, and he whipped around. The smile he had on his face quickly faded when he took in your appearance. With no questions asked, he rushed forward and pulled you into a bone-crushing hug. You wrapped your arms around him just as tight, letting out a sob into his shoulder. Hermione also rushed forward, hugging you, brushing your hair down with her hands.

"Y/N," he whispered, lovingly, "What's happened?"

You shook your head. "You're not going to care," you cried.

You really didn't feel like being lectured by Harry and getting the 'I-told-you-so' speech. Harry always hated Draco since day one, and somehow the satisfaction of him rubbing it in your face wasn't gong to make you feel any better. You just needed the love and comfort of your brother and friends.

"Nonsense, Y/N/N, tell me what’s wrong. Please, I don’t like seeing you like this.” He said with a worried expression. You knew he wouldn’t stop asking if you didn’t give him an answer.

You sniffled, staring blankly ahead in his embrace.

"Draco and I broke up."

Harry tensed against you. His hatred for Draco ran deep, and as much as he hated seeing the two of you together, he now hated him even more for breaking your heart.

"That pathetic, foul little git," Hermione cursed, "You deserve so much better, Y/N."

"Let's take a trip to Hogsmeade and get some butter beer, yea?" Harry suggested, pulling you out of the embrace and staring into your eyes. He wasn't going to make you talk about it unless you wanted to and you appreciated it. You nodded, and linked hands with him.

~*~

Almost another month and a half had passed and each day felt like a drag. However, you must admit you don't feel as hollow now as much as you did a month ago.

Harry made you feel a lot better, and constantly tried to keep your mind off things. You began spending even more time with him than you did before. Not to say you wouldn't hang out with your own twin, but it was different when you were dating Draco. And actually, you had been more busy with going on Harry's missions with Voldemort than you thought you would've been, some more dangerous than others.

Which, of course, was not in Harry's plan to distract you but that's just what was going on at the moment.

Some days were harder than others, and a part of you still feels like you needed answers or some sort of closure, but another part of you is trying its best to move on.

Since your break up, you unironically hadn't seen Draco as much as you used to when you were actively hunting him down. And when you did, it was only quick glimpses of him turning around a corner or exiting from somewhere.

Did you actually believe that Draco no longer loves you? No. You don't just wake up one day and decide you no longer lover someone. You knew something had to have happened and the more you came to terms with it, the more you just wanted to understand.

It wasn't until one night, you accidentally spent a longer time in the Slytherin Common Room than you had anticipated to. You were sitting on the couch facing the fireplace studying for an upcoming test when you heard shuffling.

Draco silently closed his dorm room door, and made his way down the stairs. Fixing the creases in his suit, he headed to exit the Slytherin Common Room.

You silently closed your book and turned around.

I shouldn't say anything. Just let him leave and go to bed - you thought to yourself.

However your lips worked faster than your brain and before you knew it, you spoke.

As he passed the main room and was about to exit, a voice he's been longing to hear snapped him out of the dark thoughts clouding his mind.

"Draco?"

He stopped on his heels, his back towards you, freezing. He was not expecting you to be up at this ungodly hour at night, let alone even in the Slytherin Common Room. You should've been in your dorm, asleep. He didn't dare turn around, instead he kept eyes glued forward. Before he could take a step, you placed your book on the couch and made your way to him and placed your hand lightly on his shoulder.

You felt him tense up.

Sliding your hand down his arm, and to his hand, you attempted to entwine your fingers. Draco gave no reaction to this, and remained limp.

Staring at the back of his perfectly kept blonde hair, you could see his jaw tensing. He wanted to say something, but kept holding himself back.

"I know the last thing you want to do is talk to me... but I would really like some ans..answers," your voice cracked- you hadn't meant for it.

You took another deep breath, trying to compose yourself. "I promise to leave you alone but can I just know if I had done something that made you treat me like this?"

You were over it. You were over being angry and upset. You wanted answers, and as each day went by you grew more and more desperate.

You were at your breaking point, actually you were past it.

His hand twitched. He wanted to pull his hand out of your grasp, tell you to go away, and walk out this door.

But he couldn't. These months were just as hard on him as it was for you.

This time, you stepped around him, facing him face to face. His lips were turned upside down into a frown, but not the angry kind. He looked depressed; completely and utterly miserable. He refused to look you in the eyes.

He knew he was going to break any moment.

Reaching up, you hesitantly cupped his cheeks with both of your shaky hands. You furrowed your eyebrows, getting a good look at his face.

His eyes were bloodshot, dull, and sunken in, with heavy bags underneath them. His skin was pale, more so than usual, making him look sickly. He looks like he hadn't ate in days and his face was so cold and skinnier than how you remember him.

He closed his eyes, fighting the battle in his mind. You let out a deep breath that you had been holding in for what felt like a long time.

"What did I do to make you fall out of love so suddenly?" you whispered, each delicate word became more quiet than the last.

You would've expected him to snap at you or push you away by now, but him not doing so tacitly confirmed that you knew something was wrong.

Instead, his eyes began to water. You lightly rubbed his cheeks with your thumbs, as it felt like he lightly sank into your touch.

"I.." he began, with a shaky voice. You caught on that he was trying to stop himself from talking.

"Please," you begged, becoming as emotional as him, "Talk to me."

The silence in the room dragged on, and the tension only grew.

And then, he gave up. He lunged forward, suddenly pulling you towards him. He wrapped his arms around you desperately, not wanting to let go. It felt like every emotion Draco kept bottled up these past months were finally being released. His cries sounded so violent, you couldn't help but cry with him, missing being in arms.

"I can't," he cried into your hair.

"You can't talk to me?"

He squeezed you tightly, sniffling.

"I can't kill you. I won't."

You froze, your heart dropping.

"W-What?"

"He-He wants me to kill you," he sobbed, wetting your Y/H/C hair with tears, "But I won't!"

This time you lightly nudged him off of you, taking a small step back. You stood there, staring at him confused. Beyond confused, actually.

You inhaled sharply, lips twitching, trying to remain calm.

"What are you talking about? He? Voldemort?"

He silently nodded his head.

You're not sure what to say. You cannot say you're shocked Voldemort wants you dead. Hell, if he wants Harry then of course he's going to want you too. But what's confusing you is if this was the case, why wouldn't Draco have told you in the first place? Unless he actually planned to do it, but stopped himself?

As Draco attempted to get closer, you snapped out of your thoughts and took a step back.

"You're scared of me." he says quietly.

It might be true. You can't really tell.

Softly, he calls your name in an attempt to get you to look at him. "Look at me, please."

Your gaze locks onto his. He's unable to read your face. He looks around the open space of the Slytherin Common Room.

"Can we go somewhere more private?"

You scoff, gaining back some of your confidence, "I am not going anywhere with you. Whatever you have to tell me, you can tell me right here."

"Y/N, I would never put you in harms way, trust me-"

"-trust you!? Now, you want me to trust you after all these months!?"

This time, he exploded. Not out of anger, but out of frustration.

"I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO PROTECT YOU!"

His voice echoed off of the walls, you wouldn't be shocked if others might've been woken up.

"I have been trying to keep you safe this entire time," he choked, lowering his voice, "please."

This time you shut up, and bowed your head. He took that cue to begin walking.

The corridors exuded a serene aura when they weren't congested with student groups attempting to navigate their way around Hogwarts. Your footsteps on the chilly stone were the only sounds audible as you kept up with Draco.

The faint candles positioned on the walls provided only partial guidance in the extensive corridors. You trailed the corridors until you came to the top of the astronomy tower's stairway.

You followed him inside as he opened the hefty wooden door. Following him to the railing, he leaned over it facing the outside. You followed suit, alongside him keeping just a little distance between the two of you.

"I don't know how, but he found out we were dating," Draco began, keeping his gaze straight ahead, as the wind gently blew through his hair, "As you know, Voldemort wants your brother dead. He thought the best way to get to Harry was to get to you since you're his only family. He wanted to kidnap and use you to trap your brother."

He paused. His mouth was slightly ajar, like he was trying to find the right words to say.

"After finding out about us, he confronted me about 'hiding' you from him. So, rather than kidnapping you, he intended to kill you. But to punish me, he ordered me to be the one to do so."

The wind howled, blowing the trees, having the branches sway harshly, leaves flying all throughout the wind. Your heart began to pound as a fit of shivers shot through you, causing you to pull your cloak tighter around yourself.

"Never once was I ever going to go through with his plan. I thought trying to prove to him that I wasn't involved with you would've somehow made him change his mind. That if I could prove to him you meant nothing to me and your death wasn't worth it, but he didn't believe me. He could see right through me and threatened to kill me if I didn't kill you."

You anxiously bit your lip, this time turning to face him.

"To convince him, I had to convince myself I wasn't in love with you. I had to shut you out. I needed to convince myself that I didn't need you.. but I'll always need you. As long as you were around me, your safety was becoming constantly going to be in peril. I couldn't keep up with my plan if I was still around you."

"Why didn't you just tell me?"

He let out a breath, that almost sounded like a scoff. "How could I? I thought it would've been easiest to make you hate me."

You don't respond. The words you wanted to say, abruptly got lost inside you, scrambling around as you stare at him in the quietness resting between the two of you.

"As much as I tried, Draco, I could never hate you," you frowned.

This time, Draco turned his head and finally locked eyes with you with what felt like in forever. His watery eyes softened.

Draco stepped closer to you, and reached for you, wrapping his fingers around the back of your neck. His thumb gently pressed into your skin, making slow and deep circles. This is the closest you've felt to Draco in a while.

"You should," he whispered so quietly you almost didn't hear him. For a few moments, he just holds you. You're not quite sure whether he expects you to say anything else.

Without a second thought, you feel yourself leaning forward. He closes his eyes, fighting the pain in his mind. Your eyes flutter closed, the both of your lips so close to each other that you could feel the warmth radiating off of his lips without actually touching them.

“I love you.” You whisper, ever so slightly against his lips. He takes that as a sign to finally press your lips together. After months of being apart, the feeling of his lips against yours felt like coming home. He had been longing for your touch, he craved you every second of the day.

The kiss was desperate, as though he felt like he would lose you if he let go; a combination of fear, relief, and love seeping into the physical gesture. Draco moved his lips roughly against yours, you could taste the salt on him left from his tears, the same salty droplets still leaking from your eyes.  You deepened the kiss, grabbing onto the front of his shirt and balling it in your fists.

His hands slid down from your neck to your waist, pulling you closer as you raised your hands to his smooth platinum hair. You ran your fingers through his locks, lightly tugging.

Pulling away, you rested your forehead against his, brushing away the stray tears from his cheeks. You gave him a sad smile and kept one of your hands on his cheek.

"Next time, please, just talk to me. I would've been more understanding."

He nodded his head, turning his face slightly to press a kiss in the palm of your hand.

"I'm sorry, I was just afraid of-"

You shushed him. "You don't need to explain yourself to me anymore, I understand now. Moving forward, we need to work together through thick and thin, Draco. I knew being together wasn't going to be easy."

A small smile finally crept up on onto his lips, a smile you've been longing to see.

"I'll go through it all with you, Y/N."

Your heart fluttered, pulling him in once more for a long deserved kiss.

[onskepa]

Stxeli: I promise

Hellooooooo~!! Here is a new chapter of my stxeli series! Hope you all like this one! enjoy~!!

Stxeli series

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“As a tsahik, you are busy every day sa’nok, what time would you have for my baby sister?” Little Neytiri asks as she narrows her eyes, placing her hands on her hips. Mo’at doing the same stance, “and as a warrior in training, you have lessons to attend to ma’ite. Being with your teacher and helping with the clan, what spare time do you have with stxeli?”. 

Eytukan couldnt help but let out a slow chuckle. They are at it again, his mate and child fighting over who can have stxeli for the day. It has become a daily thing, see who wins over stxeli. The baby in question was playing with some toys he carved for her, oblivious that her mother and sister are arguing over her. 

But eytukan decides to take matters in his own hands. He has a rare free day today, why not have a nice father-daughter day? Liking the idea, he grabs stxlie in his arms, and quietly tells his family he will take the baby for the day. But he doesnt think mo’at or neytiri heard him as they continue to argue. 

Walking around with stxeli in his arms, he lets her see their village, something the baby will never get tired of. Many young children say hello to him and his daughter, and he happily greets back. There is a lot they can do, but what exactly? She is fed and cleaned, so for the meantime he won't have to worry about that. 

“Aaaaababababa!!” Stxeli squeals happily, her chubby legs kicking in the air. Lately she has been getting more physically active. She can crawl, but hopefully, she will walk too. “I think I know exactly where to go,” Eytukan says. Stxeli looks up at him with her gummy smile, already showing two little white peaks growing. Her teeth are also coming too. 

They had her for a few months now, and already stxeli is growing up right before their eyes. Putting her on a carrying sling on his back, he sets out to a littler river not too far from the village. A place where children are often taken to learn the basics of fishing. And to enjoy fresh water. 

“Abaaaa?” Stxeli calls out, curious where her father is taking her. Smiling softly, he answers her, “you will have fun where I am taking you, perfect to play around”. 

The waters were calm and it wasn't that deep, perfect for stxeli to dip her little toes. Carefully bending down into the river, where it reaches up to his ankles, eytukan gently puts down his child. Firmly get gently holding her hands up as she laughs and giggles at the texture on her feet. 

Laughter fills the area, the child's innocent giggles eytukan’s ears. Pleased and happy that his daughter was enjoying the water. Splashing water around as she kicks around. Even jumping at times. Her smile is ever so contagious. 

Chuckling, eytukan sways her a bit, “alright lets try it, ready ma’ite?” he asks. Stxeli coos as if to answer her father. So, slowly, eytukan guide her step by step. Making sure the water doesn't slip her stance. “There you go, soon you will learn to walk and run. I am sure you will most likely hide behind our backs and scare us half to death” eytukan says while chuckling at his imaginary future. 

The more steps stxlie took, the more confident she got, taking bigger eager steps. “Easy my child, why in such a hurry?” he wonders while easily keeping up pace. Stxeli only said some baby words to answer him, still gripping tightly on his fingers. 

And to his surprise, stxeli took one big step and letting go of his grip. Was this the moment? 

No, one step and she fell on her bum against a rock. 

Not liking the stinging pain, with trembling lips, stxeli cries. Eytukan was quick to pick her up and rubs her little bum to soothe away the pain. “Sssshhh my young stxeli, no need to cry. It happens my child. Accidents happen and we learn from them” he softly whispers to her little round ear. 

Gently bouncing her on his arm, her little cries died down as she sniffs away her tears. Eytukan wipes away his daughter’s remaining tears and smiles, “see? All better. Want to try again?”. Stxeli was quick to shake her head in protest.  Eytukan accepts her choice and placed her on his lap as he sits near the river. 

Stxeli explores his giant hands, tracing his hand wrinkles and band armor. Her soft coos of wonder bring warmth to his heart. He lets her wonder more and she stumbles upon his songchord. The na’vi remembers how stxeli has taken a liking to mo’ats and neytiri’s songchords. Of course stxeli has her own, but it is safely tucked away back at their home. 

So, he takes out his song chord and swings it gently across stxeli’s face as she giggles, her hands chasing it. “You love my songchord don't you? One day, you will have your own, perhaps longer than mine. Long and beautiful, to sing and tell your story too” he tells her. Stxlie’s giggles are truly something. Her innocence and cheerfulness tug at eytukans heart. Every day he loves his child more and more. 

“Here, this is my story” giving his songchord to stxlie, he begins to tell of his beginning to now.

After a nice lunch of fruit, which is what stxeli seems to only eat. Eytukan takes her further down the river, where it leads to a little pond. Water seems to be an element stxeli has come to enjoy. Eytukan wouldn't be surprised if his child learns to swim before walking. But as they made their way, there were sounds coming from the forage in the forest. Sounds of leaves being moved, twigs break. 

He was quick to notice how silent the forest had become around them. Which can only mean one thing. 

A predator is near. Very near. 

And just like nothing, a growl was heard from his left, eytukan dodged it effortlessly. He grabbed his hunting knife as he held his child tightly. Stxeli began to whimper in fear. 

Taking a good look at what tried to attack him, it was a viper wolf. Not good. They always hunt in packs. Meaning there is more he doesn't see. Not waiting for the viper wolf to make its move, eytukan ran quickly. And like a trigger, many more viper wolves appeared from their hiding 

spots. 

This only made stxeli scream and cries out of fear. He would try to calm her, but right now her safety is his priority. 

If he could just-

Eytukan couldn't go farther as another viper wolf stood in his way. He can't fight with his child in his arms. The animal releases a mocking laughter, ready to lunge at the father. But eytukan was faster. Jumping high, he reaches for a vine and begins to climb. 

Stxeli was crying her little soul out, eyes puffy and cant seem to stop. Once eytukan reached high enough, he found a small nook in a tree. Perfect. Quickly he grabs giant leaves and makes a cushion for stxeli. 

“Ssshhh ma’ite. I'm here, I won't let anything hurt you” eytukan promises. Gently rocking his daughter to soothe her fears. “See? We are safe, come now. I believe it is time for you to nap” he coos. 

Hopefully she sleeps very soon, eytukan knows those viper wolves will find them. He took a wrong turn and now they are farther away from the village. He needs to drive them far away before he could proceed heading back. And there is only so much daylight left. He needs to think fast. 

So he takes his songchord out and sways it in a hypnotizing way. Stxeli follows his songchord, her eyes moving side to side. 

Hearing her fathers soft voice and his melody, stxeli closes her eyes and drifts off to sleep. 

Good. 

Gently he places her in the nook of the tree, adding more leaves for her head, cover and hiding the entrance as a disguise. Looking at his songchord, eytukan places it in stxelis chubby little hand to which she grabs it tightly in her sleep. 

Making sure he closes it well, he whispers a prayer. 

“Great mother Eywa, please do not let the dangers reach my daughter. Protect as I will guide the viper wolves back to you” 

And as if on cue, he can hear the distant mocking laughter of the pack. A plan began to form, moving away from where he hid stxeli, he yanks off a thick branch, and makes a weapon out of it. 

Viper wolves are vicious creatures where numbers are important. Attacking as one, will they get what they want equally. A clear strategy is there and it always works be it attacking a group, or a large prey. 

But clearly they underestimate the mighty olo’eyktan. 

One by one the viper wolves were taken down. Each slayed, and numbers dwindled in the pack. 

Eytukan roared out as he brought the viper wolves back to their great mother. With his makeshift spear, tough woof and a sharp stone in front, he pierces the animals in the vital parts of their body. 

What remained of the pack backed away and left. No longer seeing the worth of losing blood over one man. So they leave, running back to where they came from. And eytukan cries out his victory, raising his spear out to Eywa. 

Falling to his knees, fresh blood paint on his hands and body, he prays to the animals he had to end. And to hope they make a safe travel when they meet with Eywa. 

Atokirina surrounded the little nook where eytukan placed stxeli, quickly climbing to reach her. Mentally slapping himself, who knows how much time has passed, it was dark and he wasnt sure how long he was knocked out. 

However, he was forever grateful to see his precious daughter being protected by the great mother. Removing the leaves that hid her well, he looks inside. 

Stxeli was wide awake, with his songchord in hand and a little atokirina floating playfully around her. Her contagious giggles melted away his worries. Noticing him, stxeli reaches out for him. 

“Aba!” she calls out. Complying to her demand, he grabs her and holds her in his arms. Letting out groans of worry and relief. How close was he to losing another daughter. Gently stroking her soft little head, taking in her scent, its her. Stxeli is with him, alive and well. 

“Thank you great mother, I am forever grateful to you” he says to the atokirina. 

Eytakan was tired but he had to take stxeli back to the village before more danger lurks. So steadily, he makes it back. And does he have a story to tell. It might give mo’at a fightful scare, and probably a lecture. But it will be worth it. Any fight is worth it. All to keep his children safe. 

And so, after arriving safely back to the village. Eytukan was right. Mo’at wouldn't stop lecturing him as she tended to his bloody wounds, shoving medicine in his scares and mouth. And neytiri wasn't too far off either. Giving her piece of mind to him too. 

Yet after all that, he still clinged on to stxeli, who in return didn't want to be apart from him and happily clinged on to him too. Her little head always listening to his heart beat, while chewing on his songchord beads. 

So, in the fit of the moment, he held stxeli up, where they eyes could meet. A little drool escaped the baby’s mouth, but she was happy either way. Cooing at her father, her little fingers tickling his nose. So, placing his forehead against her smaller head, eytukan speaks. 

“As long I am alive ma’stxeli te taksha mo’at ite, I promise you I will protect you. To make sure no harm ever comes to you. So please, smile, laugh, live at your best. Your happiness is my greatest gift. I love you forever. That is my vow. My promise”. 

Aaaaaaaand that is it for this one! Yes I pulled some inspiration from kataru's screen time. Hope you all enjoyed this one! until next time! see ya!

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aghhh hello!!!! can i have zoro with 15🤭? take your time and take breaks <3

HELLOOOOO i’m sorry this event is taking so long lol school has been so rough but I LOVE UR WRITING and I hope u enjoy!

"Just play along"

Character(s): Zoro

WC: 416

The music in the bar was louder than your ears could handle but at this point you didn’t care.

You wanted to go back to the Sunny as soon as possible.

Everyone wanted to go out to eat and drink but you were just not in the mood. You sat at the bar slowly sipping your drink while watching Usopp and Franky dance. You'd normally be dancing with them, but you just weren’t feeling it today. Maybe it was the fact that it was Valentine’s day and EVERYONE in the bar seemed to have a date…except you.

You were wallowing in your own self pity till two big tan hands were placed on your shoulders.

“Come with me,” a deep, husky, slightly slurred voice whispered in your ear. Before you could protest the voice in question, who you assumed to be Zoro, lifted you off your seat and slung you over his shoulder.

You tried to get him to put you down and kept asking where you were going, but he only grunted in reply.

He dragged you across the bar and plopped you in front of a few guys. You assumed they worked at the bar since they all were wearing similar uniforms.

“Here they are, my date for the night.”

HIS WHATTTT WHAT DID HE SAY HE SAID YOU WERE HIS WHAT HELLOOOOOOO

You, understandably, looked SHOCKED at his statement which got some questioning looks from the workers.

“You gotta prove it,” one of the workers said.

“What??? Why do I gotta do that?” Zoro questioned angrily.

“Come on if you guys are really a couple it shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Okay what is going on??” You asked, confused on WHY ZORO OF ALL PEOPLE is declaring that you are a couple.

Zoro got close to your ear and whispered. “Just play along,” before pulling you into the deepest sloppiest most messy kiss of your life. He tasted like sake and salt, but you didn’t really notice because you were busy freaking out that ZORO WAS KISSING YOU????

“Fine fine here you go enjoy,” the workers handed Zoro a big jug of sake and walked away.

Zoro had a big triumphant grin on his face while you were frozen in shock.

When you finally broke out of your shocked form you freaked out.

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT???”

“They said that couples get a free jug of sake as a Valentine’s day special.”

“SO YOU KISSED ME????”

“I HAD TO PROVE IT SOMEHOW!!”

~~~

The night ended with you and Zoro sharing the sake you earned and you feeling a little happy that of all the people in the bar, he picked you to be his fake date.