#you’re so lovely and so soft and sweet and pure :((

[ughdontbeboring]

Sweet boy

Feyd Rautha x WoC Reader (can be read by anyone)

Yours and Feyds son has a moment and you can’t help your reaction.

warnings none but fluff honestly lol

note: so this was NOT what I was supposed to be working on but I came across it in my notes and just couldn’t stop my fingers 😅 but this is inspired by one of my favorite Feyd arts of him as a child. I’m so upset I can’t find it or the artist. It’s like different drawings of him or his face as a child and he gives the meanest side eye lol so if yall know what im talking about please send it my way so i can tag the artist so others can see it.

If yall like it, love it or fucks with it please share and comment! I love talking to y’all about our mans.

I give no permission for my work to be used anywhere.

it’s fluff and short babe but it’s Feyd so you know 😭 @peggyao3 also again not what I’m supposed to be working on 🥲🥲🥲

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The day had been long and tedious but you would not trade it for anything when it dwindles down to become this kind of evening. One which you were lucky to say you had often when your husband wasn’t away for diplomatic purposes. Even then you usually all stayed together more often than not. 

The large tinted floor to ceiling windows on the right side of the dinning room allowing for a view of the planets setting white sun to shine its last bit of light on your blessed life. The tint allowed the room to stay bathed in all its natural colors. Your skins hue still vibrant against the elegant black dress that you had chosen for the day. 

You couldn’t wait to get back to your shared bedchambers and slip into nothing but your silk bed sheets and your husbands arms.

Your eyes drift back to the table you’re seated at with the two loves of your life. Years ago no one could have convinced you THIS would be your life and you’d be the HAPPIEST you’d ever been or could be. None of the of wise women of your home planet could have foretold this. Not even your own visions nor dreams could have conjured enough to convince you this was the life you wouldn’t only lead but love with every once of your being. 

But when you take in your husbands jewel blue eyes that are already watching and only soft for you, you smile happily before your eyes slowly land on the beautiful boy sitting before you and to Feyd’s right from the head of the table.  

And just as your heart swells with more love than either you and Feyd ever thought possible, a loud laugh erupts from deep within your chest. 

You slap a jeweled hand over your mouth to try and contain your laughing from the startled identical faces before you. 

You’re in a fit of giggles as you feel both your husband and son’s look of confusion and it only makes you laugh harder.

You miss your husband’s face of pure awe at the sight before him even if he is confused he can’t help but be in awe of the women he somehow convinced to love him as deeply as you do, full of joy.

You wipe at the tears that have started to spill as you catch Feyd soft questioning eyes.

“I-I’m sorry but he looked just like you with his little evil side eye” you reveal in between laughs. 

Feyd looks on proudly at your son who’s looking between the both of you with his face scrunched up not fully understanding or liking the attention and laughs at his expense. 

Your son had just gave the most evil side eye to the servant who put the extra vegetables on his plate at your request. And all you could see was Feyd. They looked almost identical already and in that moment it was your husband who was a 5 year old boy not wanting to eat the food before him. 

And for all the reasons in the world it made your heart happy. 

“Looking just like your father” you say again as you control your laughing. You can feel the pride rolling of off both of them. “A grumpy baby”. 

“What?!” Your husband yells in disbelief, the fork and meat hanging mid air the same time your son yells his own defense.

“Mother I AM NOT A BABY!” His little voice rages before you with no true anger. 

“Don’t raise your voice at your mother” Feyd scolds quickly.

Your all smiles though. This was all you ever needed. 

“Yes you are, you are my baby always” You tell him as you take in his little face, the beautiful child you both created. The best of both of you. 

He huffs and crosses his little arms across his chest. The angry face he’s trying to pull off is completely identical to his father’s. You could draw it in your sleep the amount of times you’ve seen it over the years.

“Come here” you call to him softly as you push your chair back slightly. 

“No” he says trying to stand his ground that he is not a baby.

“Do not tell your mother no” Feyd scolds again watching the two of you go back and forth with eyes full of love.  if your husband continues on this path and your sure he will, none of your children will ever tell you no or misbehave with you. Feyd has spoiled you almost rotten, your son has received the same attention from his father. The amount of times he’s done wrong and Feyd has come to his defense, you too but you always stress the he can’t be quick to anger.

He had nothing of yours physically expect for you spiced blue eyes, which you weren’t sure how long they last so blue without a constant exposure to spiced air. You were born to parents who were born to parents and so on and so on for as long as you could say who had been born to and live with spice exposure. It was literally apart of your blood. So it made you happy that was the one thing that couldn’t escape your son who spent most of his time on Giedi Prime. So it made you sad to think about the fact that he could loose it one day but you tried to make frequent enough trips to your home planet to help him keep his Fremen feature and traits. 

Feyd allowed him to be born on Arrakis much to a lot of displeasure from some of Giedi Prime. You just couldn’t see giving birth here and raising a child here almost full time, you needed your people, your culture to be apart of his life. Plus you both knew it was the only way for your son to be accepted, he needed to embrace both half’s of who he was if he was going to make a great change one day. Greater change than even you and Feyds union.

It was worth noting all of the people who were displeased with your birthing choice weren’t around anymore to speak on it. 

His personality? It was 60/40 usually, him always leaning towards his father’s ways of behavior especially right now. Right now he was 100% his father’s child. 

“Come here my sweet boy” you call again. 

“Mother I am not a sweet boy! I’m brave and scary” He says as he makes his way around the back of Feyd towards you, very slowly. The posture straight in his small body. 

You pull him in quickly once he is in arms reach. Your hands hold his little precious face gently as you plant kisses all over. You can feel his posture slowly start to loosen.

“Yes you are, you may not be sweet to others that is yet to be seen but you will always be sweet to your mother yes?” You ask softly as you stare into his deep eyes that mirror yours. 

You hear a small but confident “Yes, always Mother” as all the fight leaves him and he snuggles into your body embracing you back fully. His little arms reaching around your neck and squeezing tightly. Your eyes tear a little and you know it’s just your hormones. You have a couple weeks before your due it’s still been an emotional roller coaster everyday. 

You’re so wrapped up in your little boy in your arms you don’t notice your husband. Feyd is over the moon seeing his child get the love he never received. Seeing his wife who he adores more than anything loving their child, his child, a child that looks and acts just like him regardless of what he may have done wrong that day. Your love for him was unconditional. 

He loves to see you showering him with love and care even on his bad days when he’s throwing a tantrum. 

This was everything Feyd never knew he wanted and needed. 

He’d burn everything down to protect this, their little growing family. 

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[dreamscapeee222]

You're Hurt

Masterlist

Jake Sully, Neteyam, Lo'ak, Aonung, Tsireya

Warning: Kinda serious injury although it isn't described.

Jake Sully:

The second Jake sees you’re hurt, his heart stops. He goes from warrior mode to pure anxiety.

Once he’s by your side, Jake’s hands are all over you, but not in a rushed way—more like he needs to make sure you’re real, that you’re still here. His grip is gentle, but there’s urgency in the way he’s checking your wounds, tracing the lines of pain like he wants to take it all away.

Jake’s never been a healer, but when it comes to you, he tries his best. His movements are a little awkward as he bandages you up, but his heart’s in the right place. “I promise I won’t let you down,” he whispers, brushing hair out of your face. You chuckle, feeling how much he cares despite the shaky hands.

If you were hurt because of something he didn’t catch, he will feel so guilty. His usual confident demeanor is gone, replaced with this soft, almost pleading look in his eyes. “I should’ve been there. I can’t lose you, not like this.” It’s raw, and you can see how much you mean to him.

When he’s holding you, Jake’s all tenderness. He’ll kiss your forehead, your hand, anywhere he can reach. His love for you is the kind that wants to heal—not just physically, but emotionally, too. “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers, kissing you again, even if it’s just a gentle brush of his lips against yours.

As you lie there resting, Jake curls up beside you. He’s careful not to hurt you but keeps you close—his body heat, his gentle hand on yours, and his low voice murmuring sweet things as you drift off. “I’m here. Always.”

As you recover, expect him to spoil you. He’s constantly showering you with affection, words, and gestures of love. “You’re my everything. Don’t ever scare me like that again.” The intensity of his love shines through in every little action—he can’t help but show you just how much you mean to him.

Neteyam:

Neteyam’s heart drops the second he sees you hurt.

He rushes to your side, eyes scanning you like a worried parent checking for any injury.

“What happened? Who did this? Tell me now.” He’s trying to stay calm, but you can see the way his hands tremble.

He’ll carry you if needed—no arguments, no questions asked.

His touch is featherlight as he cleans up any cuts or bruises. He doesn’t want to hurt you further.

“I should have been there. This wouldn’t have happened if I’d been there.” His guilt hits hard. You have to remind him it’s not his fault.

When you're safe and resting, he stays close, brushing your hair from your face or holding your hand.

Later, you might catch him training harder than usual. He’s determined to protect you better in the future.

Lo’ak:

Lo’ak panics—like full-blown panic mode.

“What the—? Y/N, are you okay? Can you stand? Does it hurt bad?” His questions come rapid-fire.

He blames himself immediately, even if he had nothing to do with it.

You’ll have to calm him down before he helps you because he’s running on adrenaline.

He’s incredibly gentle when patching you up, though his hands shake a little.

“I swear if someone did this to you, they’re done. Done.” He’s ready to throw hands for you without hesitation.

Lo’ak hovers over you like a protective shadow until you’re fully healed.

He’s also the type to press a kiss to your temple or hold your hand reassuringly, muttering, “You’ll be okay. I’ve got you.”

Aonung:

At first, he tries to act calm and collected when he sees you hurt—but you can see the fear in his eyes.

“What happened? Who did this to you? Tell me their name.” He’s not asking for fun; he’s ready.

Aonung has a surprising amount of medical knowledge and quickly works to clean and bandage your injuries.

He’s oddly quiet as he works, his jaw tight, and his hands surprisingly steady.

Once he’s sure you’re okay, his emotions finally catch up with him. “You scared me, Y/N. Don’t ever do that again.”

Expect him to hover—checking on you every hour like clockwork.

He’ll sit beside you, arm slung protectively around your shoulders, muttering soft reassurances.

If someone else caused your injury, they’ll regret crossing Aonung. He won’t tolerate anyone hurting his people.

Tsireya:

The moment Tsireya sees you hurt, her eyes widen, and her voice softens. “Oh, my… Y/N, what happened?”

She drops everything to tend to you, her hands steady as she carefully examines your injuries.

She’ll hum soothing melodies while she works, her voice calming your nerves.

Tsireya’s expression is soft but focused—she’s trying her best to hide her worry to keep you calm.

“You’re going to be okay. I promise,” she whispers, her thumb brushing your cheek affectionately.

Afterward, she stays by your side, holding your hand or running her fingers through your hair.

If someone hurt you, she’s not afraid to confront them, though her approach is more diplomatic than aggressive.

She’ll check on you frequently, making sure you’re comfortable and have everything you need.

Requests may be made. Only SFW. Surrounding BTS and Avatar (The Way of Water) only at the moment.

[solomonomenon]

Can you do each skz how they're in bed? <3

how are skz in bed?

⚠️ for entertainment purposes only *based on tarot

𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣

he’s like the ultimate romantic. he’s all about creating that perfect moment where everything just feels right—emotionally and physically. picture him setting the mood with soft lighting, maybe a cozy atmosphere, and wanting to give you that feeling of connection, satisfaction, and happiness. he’s not rushing it, he wants you to feel cared for, loved, and like you’re in this together. think slow, passionate kisses, wrapped up in each other’s arms, where it’s more than just sex—it’s bonding.

𝙡𝙚𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬

he is serious about his skills. he’s not just jumping into it, this guy knows what he’s doing. he’s the type who’ll take the time to figure out what turns you on, what makes you tick. he’ll remember that one spot on your neck or how you like to be touched and get better every time. it’s all about the little things like making sure you’re comfortable and giving you that satisfied feeling without ever rushing. he might even be the type to get a little creative and try out new things to keep it fresh. no half-assing here, just pure dedication.

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙗𝙞𝙣

he’s all about pushing boundaries and seeing where the adventure takes him. he’s probably got a bit of a wild side, always looking to try new things—whether it’s different positions, new locations, or just a more daring approach. his energy screams explorer, so in bed, he’s the type to take charge and bring you on an exciting ride. imagine him setting the pace and making sure you’re always craving more, constantly wanting to keep it exciting and fresh. one minute you’re in the moment, and the next, you’re both exploring something completely new. he’s not afraid of a little spontaneity.

𝙝𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣

he’s the passionate lover who’s all about making you feel like the only person in the world. he’s probably into the kind of sex that’s intense and romantic at the same time—imagine him showering you with compliments, deeply kissing you like he means it, and setting an emotional tone that makes the entire experience feel electric. he might want to take his time with you, going slow and making sure everything feels right. you’re not just physically there, he wants you to feel that deep, emotional connection. think candle-lit vibes, soft whispers, and him making sure he’s bringing you the ultimate pleasure, body and soul.

𝙝𝙖𝙣

he’s the type who might not say a lot, but you’ll feel everything. he probably doesn’t like to rush into things, he’ll be more focused on the quiet intensity between the two of you. his energy is subtle, but it’s magnetic, like he can sense exactly what you need without even asking. he’s not all about talking, he lets his touch, his eyes, and the chemistry between you speak louder. it’s deep, intuitive, and can feel almost otherworldly like you’re both on the same wavelength, lost in the moment. think of him guiding you into a sensual, almost hypnotic experience where everything feels intimate and natural.

𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙭

he’s the type who can switch between playful, passionate, and tender without missing a beat. imagine him being spontaneous, one minute he’s teasing you with sweet kisses, the next he’s flipping you over, giving you that rougher energy. he knows how to keep things balanced and exciting, making sure you’re both getting what you need without it ever feeling too much. he’s flexible, adaptable, and knows how to keep things in sync between you two. expect him to keep you on your toes, always switching things up to keep it fresh and never boring.

𝙨𝙚𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙢𝙞𝙣

he’s fiery in bed, and he knows it. he’s got that “I know what I want” energy and won’t shy away from showing you just how confident and passionate he can be. he’s probably not the quiet type and he’s more likely to take control, leading the way and making sure you’re both getting exactly what you want. everything he does is purposeful, intense, and you’ll feel that energy building the whole time. picture him teasing you, getting you to beg for more, and giving you that dominant-but-sexy vibe that makes you feel both excited and a little breathless.

𝙟𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣

this guy is a bit more reserved, especially at first. he’s probably not rushing into things, he wants to make sure he’s comfortable and emotionally secure before he fully lets go. he might hold back just a little, but once he feels safe, it’s a different story. he’s probably someone who wants to take care of his partner, making sure you feel stable and taken care of in the moment. expect a slower, more intimate experience, where he’s giving you just as much attention and care as he’s receiving. but don’t mistake the calmness for lack of passion, once he’s fully comfortable, he’s all in.

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[misshoneyimhome]

For Dad!Willy X reader can we get one where his family/teammates meet the baby for the first time 💙

Honestly, I can’t even put into words how much I’m loving all the dad!Willy content we’ve been diving into lately! I’m in such a mood for it, and if I’m honest, I’ve got a ton more thoughts and ideas—but I’m keeping it short and sweet to make it an easy read 😉 Absolutely obsessed! Hopefully, you’re enjoying it as much as I am, babes 🤗

Tropes & warnings: no warnings, except once again overload cuteness! Dad!Willy x reader, baby!Eliot, meeting family and friends

Word count: 1K

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First Impressions and Family Ties I dad!willy x reader ✐

The condo buzzed with a palpable mix of excitement and nerves as you cradled Eliot in your arms, your gaze flicking over to William. He stood leaned against the kitchen counter, exuding a level of calm that felt borderline infuriating given the storm brewing in your chest. His easy smile didn’t match the worry swirling in your head—a chaotic blend of pride, anxiety, and a desperate desire to make everything perfect.

“What if he cries the whole time?” you burst out, pacing the living room while Eliot nuzzled against your chest, utterly unbothered by your spiralling thoughts. “What if someone holds him, and he poops everywhere? Or—what if he spits up on your mum?”

William’s chuckle rumbled softly, a sound that somehow made you want to both relax and glare at him. Pushing off the counter, he crossed the room in a few casual strides, radiating an effortless confidence you couldn’t wrap your head around. “Babe,” he said, sliding an arm around your waist and pulling you close, “he’s a baby. That’s literally his job. And my mum raised five of us—trust me, she’s seen worse.”

You shot him a look, your nerves clinging stubbornly. “You’re seriously not nervous at all?”

“Not even a little,” he replied without missing a beat, his fingers brushing over Eliot’s downy-soft hair. “They’re going to love him. And he’s got you, so what’s there to worry about?”

Before you could muster a response, the faint ding of the elevator reached your ears, followed by the telltale sound of footsteps approaching. Your heart immediately leaped into overdrive.

“They’re here,” you whispered, clutching Eliot just a little tighter.

William’s hand slid to your shoulder, his thumb drawing soothing circles against your skin. “Hey, deep breaths,” he murmured, his voice low and steady. “We’ve got this.”

The door swung open, and Camilla Nylander was the first to step inside. Her warm smile reached her eyes as she immediately spotted the two of you. “Oh, there you are!” she exclaimed, wrapping William in a quick, affectionate hug before turning to you. “And you,” she said, her tone softening as she kissed your cheek. “It’s so good to see you again, sweetheart.”

Her gaze shifted down to Eliot, and her expression melted into one of pure adoration. “Oh, my sweet boy,” she breathed, her hands coming up to her chest as she took in the sight of him. “He’s even more beautiful than I imagined.” She hesitated, her eyes meeting yours. “May I?”

You nodded, your heart easing as she carefully gathered Eliot into her arms. The practised ease with which she held him—gentle yet confident—was enough to make some of your tension dissipate. Watching her coo softly to him, her face glowing with pride, you felt the tiniest spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, everything was going to be okay.

Michael was right behind her, his broad smile as easygoing as his gait. He clapped William on the shoulder before leaning down to get a good look at Eliot. “Got that Nylander charm already,” he said with a knowing grin. “Though I’ll say, he’s a lot calmer than you were as a baby.”

William smirked, his arm still firmly around your waist. “I’ve mellowed out.”

“Oh, sure,” came Alex’s voice as he strode in, Danielle and Stephanie in tow. “That’s why you once tried to use my hockey gloves to fish a puck out of the toilet.”

“That was one time!” William groaned, though his sheepish grin betrayed him.

Danielle leaned in close to Eliot, brushing her fingers lightly over his tiny hands. “Wow,” she said, her voice tinged with awe. “He’s already got more hair than Willy.”

“Okay, what’s with the hair comments today?” William demanded, running a hand through his blond locks for emphasis.

Alex smirked, leaning against the couch. “We’re just saying, enjoy it while it lasts.”

“Don’t jinx it,” Michael warned, lifting a hand in mock solemnity. “You two could end up bald like me in ten years. Genetics doesn’t play favourites.”

The room erupted in laughter as the Nylander siblings took turns doting on Eliot. Stephanie cradled him with a quiet confidence, her expression soft as she traced the tiny curve of his fingers. “He’s perfect,” she declared, grinning. “Don’t worry, Eliot. Aunt Steph’s got you. I’ll protect you from Uncle Alex’s terrible jokes.”

The doorbell rang again, cutting through the playful chaos, and William crossed the room to answer it. His teammates filtered in, their familiar banter filling the space.

Rasmus Sandin was the first to approach Eliot, his grin wide and mischievous. “Look at this little guy,” he said, crouching beside Camilla. “Eliot Nylander, already cooler than his dad.”

“Careful, Sandman,” William retorted, his grin mirroring Rasmus’s. “You’re not safe on the ice or off.”

Matthew Knies followed close behind, his towering frame somehow softened by the awe on his face. “He’s amazing,” he murmured, crouching slightly as Eliot let out a soft yawn. “So, when’s his first skating lesson?”

“He’s already better than Willy,” Rasmus quipped, dodging the playful shove William aimed his way.

The condo filled with laughter, warm chatter, and the occasional sound of Eliot’s soft sighs as he was passed from one adoring pair of arms to the next. When John Tavares finally stepped forward to hold him, the room grew momentarily quiet. His steady presence radiated calm as he gazed down at the baby. “Future captain material,” he said with a smile, glancing up at William.

William laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “One step at a time, Johnny. Right now, we’re just trying to keep the pacifier in.”

As the evening wore on, the space felt warmer, filled with the unmistakable hum of love and connection. You caught William watching you from across the room, his eyes soft and full of something unspoken. When he finally made his way back to your side, his hand rested at the small of your back, his touch grounding you as his lips quirked into a soft, knowing smile.

And in that moment, with Eliot nestled safely, surrounded by laughter and love, you realised this wasn’t just a gathering. This was family. This was home.

[frosttbitessam]

‘MY SAVIOR’

s1 sam x fem! angel reader

warnings: no particular warnings! pure fluff, s1 sam brainrot, mentions of studying, motel, on the road!! use of y/n !! comfort!

After what seemed like ages, the two boys entered the shitty motel room, the demon that they had banished back to hell was a tough one, winding even dean himself, who usually proclaimed arrogantly that he could ‘never be taken down’ found himself panting like a dog left out in the summer sun, grabbing a towel and immediately hitting the showers.

while he heard his brother in the shower, the water running, he sat on the edge of the motel’s bed, breathing in, looking down at the small cuts, and such, he fucking hated demons, but he hated putting them down too, cause they were so much work.

“sam?” a voice rang out, one he recognizes, almost instantly, that sweet yet monotone symphony that hits his ears, and finds kindness in hearing, he looks up, only to see an all too familiar angel at his side.

“hey… y/n..” he looked up, seeing her face, it made all the hell he went through better. it’s as if she was a balm to his open wound, healing him of any or all injuries, her eyebrows furrowed like a concerned guard dog, her lips slightly agape, worry and concern crossed her mind, and upon seeing the mortal she was employed with watching over for the time being hurt, she cautiously came over, studying him.

“you’re hurt- allow me to-“ she couldn’t even finish her sentence, her hand extended, ready to heal him at her own will, and yet, he persevered.

“it’s fine… just… c’mere..” he muttered, extending his arms out, beckoning her like a hurt animal and she his savior (in a way she was) and almost immediately, she obliged. she walked toward him, the air thick, and sticky, cause the damn AC was broken in the room, so it made all the more memorable for the both of them. Looking down at him, she tilted her head, her lips pursed, ones he wanted to kiss so badly..

“what is this?” she asked, cautious and unsure, as if one wrong move would mean having an angel blade to her throat. sam almost wanted to laugh at her obliviousness, how- strangely unaware she was of human mannerisms, but that’s what you get when you’ve only just come to earth after god knows how many eons..

“it’s a hug.. angel.” he responded, looking at her, a tired expression across his face, eyes half lidded, wanting to just fall asleep but still considering the angels actions, waiting for her, like a saint would from a god.

“a hug?” she asks, and he nods, moving his legs apart so she could move in between them, no other kind of intention needed, he just wanted her.

“it’s what humans do when- when they need to recharge… or maybe just when they need to rest.” sam puts it that way because it really does help to hug someone when stressed, or even tired, it gives him comfort, being touch starved and all.

“oh..” she responded, almost like a whisper, her hand coming up to cup his cheek, observing his cuts and abrasions. she gives in, wrapping her arms cautiously around his shoulders, his head against her stomach. this is what he wanted, soft love, tender.. and all from her nonetheless.

she was his, and he was hers. two beings intertwined in the fate of their worlds. she was his savior, and he was her lifeline.

credits to willow on pintrest for the banner!! ❄️🫧

[playstation-dreamcast]

guys, wanna see the commission I wrote for @nshtn !!!!

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Summary: After a long day at the lab, Wesker comes home with a terrible migraine, and you run him a bath to help him feel better :) Warnings: Some slight Yandere themes and possessive behavior, but for the most part this is pure, SFW fluff!

Wesker never would have called himself an “obsessive” man before. Driven, focused, compulsive even, sure. But never obsessive. He wasn’t quite sure when that changed, but he knew that at some point it had. And it had everything to do with you. 

Today had been long. It wasn’t often he left you in your shared home alone, but he knew he was on thin ice after the last time you had been to the lab with him. He spent hours coaxing you back into his arms after you saw the true nature of his research, and realized he wasn’t the do-gooder looking for cures that you thought he was. If you had seen what he was working on today, you would have been packing your bags for sure.

Not that you would ever actually be able to leave him. No, he was sure that you both knew that you were in  far far too deep for that. But, you being complacent in your imprisonment situation made things a lot easier, for all parties involved. He preferred you that way, anyways. Your love had always been so much sweeter when freely given. 

Still, a part of him had wished he had dragged you with him to the lab today anyway, if for no other reason than because your presence just made the day easier. He could feel the tension headache forming at the back of his skull. A soft sigh of relief left him as he entered the home he made for you. He shrugged off his jacket and kicked off his heavy boots, more suited for a battlefield than they ever were for lab work.

He wasn’t shocked when you didn’t come to greet him. Your reaction to his work with the plaga had been…less than ideal. He expected you’d be cold to him for the next few days while you processed it all. Still, he felt your absence acutely in the silence, and it set him on edge. He was used to you talking about, well anything really as you took each other's coats off and made your way to the shower to wash the day off. It had become one of the comforts he didn’t even realize was a comfort until it was gone. His fingers twitched with the need to grab. pull. hold you. 

This headache was quickly becoming a migraine. He decided to just call the day here and head to the bedroom, hoping to find you there, and crash for the night. He rubbed his eyes  from under his sunglasses as he opened the door, struggling not to flinch at even the soft light of the bedroom.

“Al?” your sweet, soft, voice called and instantly he felt his shoulders relax- even if it was just for a fraction of a second.

He removed his hand from his eyes and gave you a soft smile. You looked so adorable, curled up in his blankets, reading one of the books he bought you, in the bed you shared with him. Safe, was the primary word that came to mind. “Good evening Dearheart, I trust that you had a good day?” he asked.

You ignored him. “What time is it?” You asked as you checked the alarm clock on your nightstand. It was only 3:30. “You’re home early.” You noted. It wasn’t like him to ever leave work early. 

He nodded in acknowledgement, not even really bothering to change out of his work clothes before collapsing into the bed. Not like he worked with any samples today. “I wasn’t feeling well, so I left early,” He explained. 

He suppressed a smile as you placed your cool hand against his forehead, checking for a fever. “You don’t feel warm,” you muttered, “Another migraine?” 

“Heading that way.” He said, pulling you against his chest. You didn’t fight him. You were good like that. He closed his eyes as he focused on your breathing, and the steady thrum of your heartbeat against his own. The world was slowly starting to feel right again. Having you by his side, safe in his arms, was the only way he could feel human whole these days. His soul craved you, and no matter how much he may resent that fact, there was no changing it now.

You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, and looked at him through your eyelashes. “You smell like the lab.” You pointed out.

He gave a humorless huff of a laugh. “No doubt. I’ve been in it all day.” He muttered, closing his eyes to try and block out lowlights of the lamps in your bedroom. You hummed and patted his chest, silently requesting to be released.

He held you tighter. No, he wasn’t ready to let you go yet. He just got you back, and you couldn’t even give him five minutes? Ungrateful little-

“Al.” You said softly, patting him again, “I’d like to get up.” He held back a growl. He wanted to tell you no, but…your voice was so soft, and tender. And he knew you still weren’t happy with him. He was trying to sew you back to his side with a very delicate thread, and he had to be careful where he pulled. 

So he sighed as he let you go, scowling softly as you got up. He didn’t open his eyes, but he did notice you turn off the lamp for him, and listened as you padded into the ensuite bathroom. 

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“Al…” your soft voice cut through the darkness. How long had it been? Had he fallen asleep? “Albert.” You said a bit more forcefully this time, placing a gentle hand on him

“Yes Dearheart?” He finally said, not removing the arm from over his eyes. When did it get there? 

“I, uh…I ran you a bath.” You whispered.

He lifted his arm and finally looked at you. Someone took off his sunglasses, he noted. “Did you now?” He asked as he sat up. 

“Mmhm” you nodded as you led him to the bathroom. The fresh scent of a douglas fir hit him as he walked in, followed by the realization that the bathroom was only lit with your candles. Fine by him, overhead lights were his enemy at the moment. He stretched out his neck to try and relieve some of the tension there, and as he did you moved to start undoing the buttons of his shirt.

Albert made no move to stop you. He’d always liked when you undressed him. He smirked as you undid his belt, a familiar smirk you knew all too well, joined by a small chuckle.

You couldn’t help the flush that came to your cheeks. “Shush.” you reprimanded.

He returned it with a condescending smile. “I didn’t say anything.” He pointed out.

“You didn’t need to.” You giggled softly as you finished undressing him. Wesker gave your face a loving caress before going and sinking down into the lush bubbles of the warm bath. He was taken a bit by surprise by the jets being on, but quickly came to appreciate them as they started to work the stress knots out of his back. 

He didn’t hide his near lascivious grin as he watched you undress. He knew the big bath tub was worth the extra money. His eyes followed even your smallest movement as you got yourself ready for the bath, and lowered yourself into the water next to him. Migraine or not, Albert was quick to pull you close to him, kissing your neck and grinning into your skin at your soft giggle. 

Your hands naturally found his hair, carding it in a way that almost seems like muscle memory. His face was still in the crook of your neck as he dragged his teeth over the seemingly permanent bruise he left there. Any time it started to fade, he’d sink his canines into you again, revealing in the way you gasped maybe a little bit too much. It was a sacred ritual for him, as well as an idle pass time. He adored the way you looked covered in his marks, the evidence of his presence in your life almost impossible to ignore. 

You hissed a little as his teeth found their home in your neck. He held you tighter, delighting in the way you squirmed as he suckled on the delicate skin there. He pulled back to admire his work, only letting up once he was satisfied that his mark wasn’t going anywhere. Ever the perfectionist. 

“Oh, I almost forgot!” You muttered, moving over to the other side of the bath and to the basket of products you kept there, “I wanted you to try this.” You said as you held up a jar.

Albert took a second to read the container in your hand in the dim candle light, his cat-like eyes doing a lot of the heavy lifting here. “A face mask?” He asked, voice unamused. 

You nodded, “A hydrating face mask.” You clarified for him. 

“And why would I need that?” He questioned. Despite what one might think, Wesker wasn’t big on the whole “self care” thing. He took care of himself of course, but just washing his face at night felt like a more than adequate skin care routine.

You moved back to him. “Because they feel nice,” You explained, “And it’s not a crime to do something just because it’s fun every once in a while.” He found your word choice near comical, all things considered. As if he had ever cared about what the law said before. Still, He closed his eyes, letting you gently apply the mask with your fingers.

He wasn’t expecting the coldness of it, but, it wasn’t entirely unwelcome either. The scent of what could only be described as “clean” mixed with the fir of the candles and the lavender of the bubbles, and Wesker slowly came to the realization that his jaw was unclenched. Now, he had always been a man of science, but some small, secret part of him was sure you had cast some sort of spell to make that miracle happen.

Or, maybe it was just the way you lovingly applied the mask that made it happen. The tips of your bare fingers gliding over the apples of his cheeks and down his nose. You even earned a little huff (That you were reasonably sure was supposed to be a laugh) from him as you booped the tip of his nose.

He heard the soft tap of the container being put to the side, and felt you move behind him. “Now what?” He muttered, careful not to move his mouth too much and disrupt your work, as he leaned back into you. 

“Now we wait.” You informed him. Joy. Despite how often he found himself doing it, Wesker had never been a fan of waiting. He was willing to do it to reach his goals, and could in many ways even be described as a “patient” man. Still didn’t mean it was one of his favorite activities. 

He nearly jumped when he felt the warm water cascading over his hair. He hadn’t heard you pick up the cup to do so, but he definitely heard you chuckling now. “Sorry,” You said, though anyone could tell you were most definitely not sorry, “I should have warned you.” 

He gave an annoyed hum in response, leaning back into you. He was much more prepared for the water this time, and even found himself relaxing as you wet his hair. He heard the soft click of a shampoo bottle opening, followed by the feeling of you working your fingers into his hair. A soft, contented sigh left him as you massaged his scalp. He’d never admit it outloud, or even to himself for that matter, but the feeling of your hands in his hair would always be his favorite feeling in the world.

He tried to remember the last time he felt safe enough with someone to let their hands get this close to his neck while he had his eyes closed. Maybe William? And even then, it was mostly just that he trusted Birkin not to kill him while he slept. If he woke up to his hands in his hair, well…for one that would have been a very awkward conversation to have with Annette, but beyond that he probably would have punched him on reflex alone. 

He had never felt the need to keep his guard up that high around you though. You had always been so gentle, so sweet. A soft bunny that had no idea it was playing with ravenous wolves. Perfect for him to model the “comfort” action off of, for lack of better phrasing. He wasn’t sure when it changed. It happened when he wasn’t looking, it went from just another experiment to something more.

He felt that twinge in his chest again. The one he only got when he thought of you. The all too familiar and uncomfortable contraction that reminded him that no matter how hard he tried to ignore it, to run away from the fact, he still had a human heart. A human heart that beat in time with yours, for yours. A human heart that was always more yours than it ever was his. 

You were rinsing the shampoo out of his hair now, careful to make sure you got all of it out. His eyes were still closed. “No one’s ever washed my hair before.” He muttered.

“Yeah, that's not shocking to me,” you said, already working the conditioner into his hair, “All things considered.” It was more of an observation to himself, but- he did say it outloud- so he shouldn’t have been shocked by your commentary. He’d never been particularly open about his childhood with you. Mostly because he couldn’t bear the horrified, heart broken look in your eyes when he told you some of the lighter stories. Still, with the little information you had it didn’t take a giant leap of logic to figure out that Albert had spent his younger years isolated. Alone. 

Touch starved. Maybe that was why he always leaned into your touch, even the slightest graze. Why he insisted you be in his lap at all possible times. Why he could never really let you be that far away from him. 

Why he got jealous of any of the other researchers you spoke to. Why he had to know your location at all times, beyond just “wanting to make sure you’re safe.” Why you had become his own personal chew toy, covered in more “love bites” than you could ever hope to cover. Maybe he was just touch starved and making up for lost time. 

His hand found your thigh, giving it a light squeeze. You were both shocked it took him this long to do so. You flinched a little as you felt his nails did into the tender skin, but knew better than to say anything at this point. Wesker's love had always come blood soaked and tinged with pain. You were fairly sure it was the only way he really knew how to love.

His grip loosened before doing any real damage though, so progress was being made on that front. It was just a slow process. While you waited for the conditioner to set in his hair, you grabbed one of the soft rags from the towel bar, wetting it before gently wiping the mask away. He raised a hand to rub his cheek when you were done. You were right, his skin did feel noticeably softer.

Or maybe it was just the placebo effect. Who knows. He opened his eyes slowly, smiling as he saw yours looking back down at him. “Hello Gorgeous.” he hummed to you, smile growing as he watched your face warm up.

“Hey Handsome.” You replied, brushing a stray hair out of his face, “Close your eyes again.” You instructed. For once he did as you said without a fuss, letting you rinse the conditioner out of his hair. “Are you feeling any better?” You asked softly.

He has almost forgotten about the migraine entirely. “Much.” He confirmed, looking back up at you. Normally, he preferred you in his arms. But, he could get used to the inverse too. “Some days I feel like I don’t deserve you, my Dearheart.” He mused, taking your wrist and bringing it to his lips for a kiss. He relished how flustered you got as he did so. He always knew exactly what to say or do to get you worked up, and it was a sight that never got old for him. 

“Come on Al, don’t say that.” You shook your head at him, “We both know that’s not true.” 

His grin only got wider. He loved it when you played his game with him. You both knew the thought that he wasn’t absolutely entitled to you had never once crossed his mind, let alone the thought that he might not deserve you. But, you’d both hide behind the nicer interpretation of your words. “Will you be staying in the bedroom with me tonight?” he asked.

He didn’t have to put any emphasis on the “with me” for you to feel it. You had slipped off to sleep in the guest room last night after he had fallen asleep. An act of defiance that he would normally never let slide, purposefully ignored. He knew you were struggling with what you had seen in the lab, and had learned from you to give space when things such as this happened.

But you both knew he was tired of giving space. And it hadn’t even been a full twenty four hours yet. You were quiet for a moment, before you nodded. “Yeah, I’ll be in there with you tonight.”

“All night?” He didn’t mean for there to be that much edge to his voice, but after a long day he was done masking.

You nodded again. “All night.”

He smiled, reaching up and pulling you down for a quick kiss. “That's my good Bunny.” He praised, eliciting a delightful smile from you. You were still his, no matter what you had seen in that lab. You’d always be his, the red string of fate tangled and twisted around your necks, keeping you together no matter the circumstances. 

The water had gone tepid, and the froth of the bubbles had long since dissipated. He stood, holding out a hand to help you up. The bath was drained in favor of a quick shower, mostly to rinse away any remaining suds. As you stepped out, he wrapped a warm fluffy towel around you, a tender act that you returned in kind. 

You brushed his hair, telling him it was part of the “full princess treatment.” He allowed it, if for no other reason than it was yet another reason for you to play with his hair. He insisted on brushing yours as well, saying you deserved the “full princess treatment” just as much as he did. And yes, it was a thinly veiled excuse to play with your hair. 

Relieved from the migraine, the two of you were able to indulge in a movie to continue winding down for the night. He still insisted on cooking, being very vigilant of your diet. Nutrition was important, and he was a pretty good cook all things considered. He happily made your favorite before settling in to watch…

Whatever it was you put on. Honestly, he wasn’t really paying attention. He was far more occupied with the adorable pet on his lap, showering you with kisses and affection. Wesker was a fair man, he returned the treatment given to him. To the best of his ability. And he was more than happy to lavish you with his attention and praise. He didn’t realize just how much he missed you today until now.

He wasn’t going to do that again. If today had been any indication, even when you were scared of him, you still wanted to take care of him. Perhaps he had underestimated your tolerance for his work. Maybe you just needed to see more of it. Build up a tolerance via exposure. You’d come to see things his way eventually. You’d have to.

Before you knew it, he was holding impossibly close, against his chest, in bed, as if he was scared that if he let up you might disappear. A not impossible outcome, considering the night before. He buried his nose in your hair, getting lost in the familiar scent as he seemed to hold you just a little bit tighter. “I adore you, Dearheart.” He finally mumbled to you. 

 “I love you too, Al.” you promised, reaching out and turning off the lamp for the night. 

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A/N: AHHSDFHCDHIUHDVHV9UPAH I LOVE HIM SO MUCH IT’S NOT EVEN FUNNY!!!!!!!!! Thank you, so so much for commissioning me to do this, it has in fact, made me smile bunches! I just love writing for my lil Weskee.

Bonus! The song that has the lyric the fic was named for: Human Zoo - Aphrodite, Your Electric Sexiness ft. Will Wood (Animated Lyric Video)

[whyareyoulookingatmelikethat]

Hiya A love your writing I was hoping you could write a twisted shelly and twisted vee x reader where the reader is miss them both dearly so they decided to go to the gift shop floor to get a plush of both of them and end up running into them on that floor.

Oms...I had SO much inspiration for this right away! I think this is my quickest story yet! Also, thank you so much for requesting! (And also being polite! ^-^)

[17]: Seams

Not much else to say for this except I think that this is a really cool request.

The elevator descends with a quiet hum, and then it’s immediately drowned out by a loud clang as the doors slowly open, nearly making you jump out of your shoes. That noise will always scare you…

The floor reveals itself as you step onto the wooden floor, purple carpet surrounding the area. Ah yes, the gift shop area. You jolt as a purple question mark symbol appears above your head.

You have to take a double take, as then ads begin clouding your vision.

You nearly cry on the spot. YOU CAME TO GET THEIR PLUSHIES, NOT BE REMINDED OF HOW THEY’RE DEAD!!

You grit your teeth, pushing onwards despite the growing pit in your chest. First you scan the area. No sight of them. That’s not good.

You sprint to the nearest rack of clothes, looking around for the source of two sets of footsteps. One heavy and loud, another more soft and gritty-sounding.

There's a flash of brown, and then Shelly walks out from around the corner. You quickly duck behind the line again as she heads to your right, towards the checkout where you stepped out from. Did she hear you or something…?

You scan the area almost robotically, looking for plushies, though you’re not the robot here. And then you see them.

Your eyes light up in excitement as you see the wide, sweet smile of Shelly’s plush, and the droopy antennae of Vee’s. You rush forward and SQUEEZE the life out of them, or you would have if they were living.

You let out a sigh of content as you gingerly pat Vee on the head and lean forward to give Shelly a kiss. But…you never make contact with any soft fabric. You open your eyes in confusion as you hear a comical squeak, and then let out a squeak of your own as you see yourself hanging above the ground.

You automatically thrash around as you hear a growl from behind you, then freeze as you’re turned to meet a very, very wide grin.

But this time, it wasn't so sweet.

You let out a quiet gasp as your eyes trail up to meet her blood-red ones, her mouth gaping open and tongue hanging out as she stares at you. Her sharp teeth glint in the artificial lighting above you and she tilts her head slightly to the right.

She doesn’t even blink.

You’re forced to cover your ears as she lets out an ear-piercing roar, rumbling through the area. You can feel water drip down your cheeks, slipping into your mouth. It tastes…salty. When had you started crying?

Not long after she finishes, her head swiveling almost 360 in a freakish manner, do you hear the second pair of footsteps on the floor.

Vee.

Couldn’t she have just eaten you yet? You don’t want to see both of your lost lovers…

Alas, the all-too familiar tv screen comes around the corner shortly after, her glare slightly faltering to look neutral. She stares at you, completely still.

There’s a strange buzzer sound, and her antennae lift slightly. You close your eyes as she steps towards you, bending down to your level. You feel a claw poke at your cheek several times, leaving a sticky sensation behind. There’s another buzzing sound, and then a hiss.

You sniff, tears pouring down your cheeks now as you’re set down. You open your eyes half-way to see an ichor-covered hand place the two plushies featuring the twisteds in front of you in your lap.

You can see the fabric soaking in the black, thick substance, staining the pure colors. You don't care if it’s messy, you immediately latch onto them and curl up into a tight ball, sobbing.

It’s silent, before you hear a hum, followed by a groan in…response?

You clutch the plushies tightly to your chest, too scared to move. You can hear clanks growing quiet, something getting farther away?

You hear a thump from beside you. The first thing you see when you open your eyes is…Shelly trying to get herself comfortable. The way her heels are lifted looks like it’s very uncomfortable for her to sit, but she tries anyways.

…You appreciate the effort. Gold star to her.

You lift your head slowly, jumping slightly at the sight of her staring at you. Some things will just…never fail to make you scared.

You feel as if she’s burning holes into your skin with her gaze, eyes laser-focused on your every movement. But she makes no effort to hurt you.

That’s good enough for you, and you break.

You don't care if she’s a monster, she’s still the sweet, lovable dinosaur lover you know. You crawl over to shakily wrap your arms as far as you can around her. There’s a significant size difference between the two of you, with you only being able to reach halfway around her waist, but you try your best.

She lets out a quiet hiss, leaning her head on yours. Her arms stay by her sides stiffly, as if she’s afraid to scratch you.

You hear the clanks grow louder again, and another hum. Then, a much louder clank from behind you, and a heavy weight on your back.

Sniffling, you clutch Shelly tighter as you’re squeezed similarly.

You want to stay like this forever.

[pinkslipxox]

Two words: scissoring Miko

two words: hell yes 🙈

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A symphony of moans and gasps echo throughout the room, limbs tangled together, pleasuring consuming yours and Miko’s bodies as the overwhelming need to be closer to each other becomes more desperate, feral almost. You toss your head back in pleasure, your hips rolling against Miko, the world outside a distance memory as your bodies melt in the friction, the heat, the desire. Raw, intense, sensual, an intricate dance leaving the both of you breathless and begging for more.

With every passing moment, your movements grow rougher, more urgent, echoing the primal instincts of you and your girlfriend. The sound of Miko growling in pleasure, an animalistic sound sends shivers down your spine, urging you to explore further. You feel like your soaring, your body on fire as you feel the sweet pressure building up to your release, sweat glistening on your brow, your vision blurring as you feel yourself closer and closer to feeling like a goddess.

“F-fuck! Madre mía… God, Y/N, you feel so good!” Miko snarls, and you feel her control slipping as you both climb higher and higher to your peaks.

“Don’t stop, Miko!” you beg, breathlessly, losing yourself in the moment as you

surrender yourself completely to the wildness of your passion. “Please, I need you!”

Each thrust, every caress, every grind is a testament of your love, adoration and must for each other. Nothing else matters. No one else exists in the world except you and Miko.

“Más… más…” Miko gasps, her husky voice like music to your ears.

“Don’t stop! I’m so close!” you cry out, your voice like a breathy whisper.

With one final push, you fall over the edge with your girlfriend, waves of euphoria crashing over you like the ocean. Time seems to stop. The air thickens in warm afterglow. Your bodies shimmering with sweat and satisfaction, breaths mingling in the warm air. Miko holds you close, her toned, tattooed arms wrapping around your naked body tightly, protectively, against hers as her lips pepper kisses to your flushed cheeks.

“Te amo, mi amor,” Miko whispers, her voice warm and sweet, a stark contrast to the earlier passion. “Eres todo para mí.” She presses a gentle kisses onto your forehead, the tenderness making your heart swell.

You nestle closer, savoring the way Miko’s muscular arms encircle you, enveloping

you in a cocoon of safety and affection. You look up into Miko’s eyes, reflecting pure adoration. “You’re incredible, you know that?”

Miko chuckles lightly, the sound vibrating through the both of you. “And you make me feel alive. No one else gets me like you do.”

“Forever and always, mi vida,” you murmur in reply, your voice soft and sincere, the warmth of the moment wrapping around you two like a blanket.

[mivalyn]

° • . Knot me up, please . • °

18+, mdni!

Alpha Hawks x omega male!reader

Cw: knotting, anal fingering, anal sex

!Requests are open!

Word count: 1,277

The Number Two Hero, Hawks, soared above the city as the last rays of the sun painted the skyline in hues of gold and crimson. It had been an unbearably long and taxing day, one filled with high-stakes missions and political meetings that drained every ounce of his energy. Yet, the thought of coming home to you, his Omega, his mate, was the one thing that kept him going. He longed for the simple comfort of shedding his boots, slipping into the familiarity of his home, and wrapping his wings around you, cocooning you in his love and warmth. The vision of holding you close, listening to your soft breaths as you nestled into him, was what had carried him through the grueling hours.

As he finally touched down on the balcony of your shared apartment, the weight on his shoulders lightened slightly. He opened the sliding glass door, and instantly, your scent flooded his senses. But something was different. The usual soothing sweetness of your pheromones was sharper now, richer, almost intoxicating. It struck him like a bolt of lightning.

Heat.

The realization made his heartbeat quicken, an urgency overtaking the fatigue in his body. He let his bag drop carelessly by the door, his boots abandoned mid-step as he moved toward the bedroom. His wings flared behind him instinctively, his body acting on pure instinct. When he pushed open the door, the sight before him stopped him in his tracks, his golden eyes softening with a mixture of affection and desire.

There you were, curled up in the center of the bed in one of his oversized shirts, clutching it tightly to your chest. Your face was flushed, your eyes glassy and filled with a need so palpable it pulled at every primal instinct within him. The sheets around you were tangled, evidence of restless hours spent trying to manage the unbearable ache coursing through your body. Seeing you like this, vulnerable and yearning, melted away every ounce of stress from his body and replaced it with an overwhelming need to comfort and protect you.

“Hey, baby,” Hawks said, his voice soft as he approached the bed. He lowered himself to sit beside you, his hand brushing tenderly through your hair. The small, needy whimper you let out at his touch sent a shiver down his spine. He hated that he hadn’t been there sooner.

“You should’ve called me,” he murmured, his eyes filled with concern and guilt. “How long have you been like this?”

“Since this morning…” you admitted, your voice trembling and thick with emotion. Tears glistened in your eyes as you clutched his shirt tighter, pressing it to your nose to inhale his scent. “I didn’t want to bother you. I know how busy you are…”

Hawks’ heart ached at your words. He leaned down to press a tender kiss to your forehead, his wings spreading wide before folding around you in a protective embrace. “You could never bother me, baby,” he whispered, pulling you gently into his lap. His strong arms encircled you, his warmth enveloping you completely. “You’re my priority. Always. I would’ve dropped everything the second I knew.”

You sniffled against his chest, your body trembling as the heat surged through you. The ache was unbearable, but his presence, his touch, offered a semblance of relief. Hawks’ hands moved to stroke your back, his fingers firm yet gentle, grounding you with every touch.

“It’s okay now,” he soothed, his voice low and calming. “I’m here, and I’m going to take care of you.”

You nodded weakly, your trust in him absolute. Hawks leaned back slightly, his hands moving to the hem of the shirt you wore. “Let’s get this off first, yeah?” he said softly. His golden eyes searched yours for permission, and when you gave a small nod, he carefully lifted the shirt over your head, revealing your flushed, trembling body. The cool air brushed against your skin, making you shiver, but Hawks was quick to fold his wings around you again, shielding you from the chill.

His hands explored your body with reverence, his touch both soothing and electrifying. When his fingers brushed against your cock, already hard and aching, you let out a shaky breath. He wrapped his hand around you, stroking slowly, his movements precise and unhurried.

“Let me help you,” he murmured, his voice dropping an octave as his other hand slid over your backside, his fingers finding your slick entrance. He pressed a finger inside, moving gently, his touch igniting sparks of pleasure that made you whimper and cling to him.

“More - please, Keigo,” you gasped, your voice breaking with desperation. Hawks’ heart clenched at the sound, his need to provide for you overriding everything else.

“Anything for you, baby,” he promised, adding a second finger. He worked you open carefully, his movements deliberate as he searched for that spot inside you that would make your body sing. When his fingers found your prostate, a choked cry escaped your lips, and your body arched against him.

It wasn’t long before the pleasure overwhelmed you. Your release spilled over his fingers, your body shuddering as waves of ecstasy washed over you. Hawks withdrew his fingers gently, bringing them to his lips to clean them with a playful smirk. But his eyes remained soft, filled with nothing but love and adoration as he looked at you.

He stood briefly, shedding his clothes with practiced ease. Each piece revealed more of his lean, muscular body, and your eyes drank in the sight of him. When he returned to the bed, he pulled you back into his lap, his hands steadying your hips.

“Now,” he murmured, his breath warm against your ear, “I’m going to make you feel so good.”

He positioned himself at your entrance, his hands firm on your waist as he guided you down onto his cock. The stretch was slow and deliberate, his golden eyes watching your every reaction as he filled you completely. The fullness made you cry out, your hands clutching at his shoulders as he stilled to let you adjust.

When you gave a small nod, he began to move, lifting and lowering you on his cock with a steady rhythm. Each thrust hit deep, the pleasure overwhelming as you clung to him, your moans filling the room.

“K-Keigo - more, please,” you begged, your voice laced with desperation. “I want your knot - I need it.”

Hawks groaned at your words, his lips finding the sensitive spot on your neck as his movements quickened. “You’ll have it,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “You’ll have all of me.”

The sensation of his cock thickening inside you was almost too much, the stretch pushing you to the brink. Your climax hit like a tidal wave, your body tensing as pleasure tore through you. Hawks followed moments later, his knot locking him inside you as he spilled his release deep within you.

He held you close, his wings wrapped protectively around you as you both came down from the high. After a few moments, he carefully cleaned you up, his touch tender and reverent.

Once you were both settled back in bed, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest. The steady beat of his heart and the warmth of his body lulled you into a peaceful sleep, safe and cherished in his embrace.

[gobitobi]

Hi there! Could you please write a izuku x victorias secret angel model! Reader? It can end with smut or whatever you want! :)

hiii!! thanks for requesting an izuku fic, i love him ☺️ i don’t write smut but i can totally give you something! let me know if this is what you wanted! :]

pairing: izuku midoriya x afab!victorias secret model!reader (both aged up to 18+)

summary: you’re a model for victoria’s secret, but something feels off about the new set of lingerie you’re given to model with. it doesn’t fit your body in a way that you want to show the world. you feel super self-conscious about it, and when you tell your boyfriend izuku about your insecurities, he does everything he can to make you see what he sees: pure beauty and amazingness.

content: fluff, comfort, reader is afab and has a female body but doesn’t have to identify as female, izuku is very touchy, there are tummy and thigh kisses but no smut!

enjoy!! :]

“Izuku! Kimiyo just sent me my new set,” you said as you picked up the new package from in front of your apartment door. Your boyfriend looked ip at you with a sweet smile. “Go try it on!” He encouraged you. You nodded excitedly and dashed to the bedroom.

It only took you a few seconds to put the lingerie on, since it was only a 2-piece set. You looked in the mirror, expecting to be blow away by it, since you loved the color and the fabric.

But when you saw yourself in the mirror, something felt off. It just felt… foreign. You couldn’t quite place it, but something was off. Maybe it was the way it didn’t hug your body in the way that you liked, or maybe it was the unfamiliar fabric. But it didn’t flatter you.

Izuku knocked on the door. “Baby? Can I see it?” He asked. You felt really bad for not wanting to show him because of the way you thought you liked. You gave a hesitant “yeah,” and the door opened. He stared at you, his mouth agape, speechless. But his expression soon faded when he noticed how you covered your body with your arms, slouching. It wasn’t familiar to him; usually you were very proud of your body.

“What’s wrong?” He asked. You pursed your lips and exhaled through your nose. You only shrugged in response. “It doesn’t feel right,” you said unsurely, fully expecting what was to come right after you said that.

Izuku recoiled, like he was personally offended. “Baby, what?” He walked closer to you, taking your hands in his. “What’s wrong? Why doesn’t it feel right?” He asked, guiding your hands along your body with his own. You hesitated, looking anywhere but his eyes.

“I can’t place it exactly. It doesn’t fit my body correctly,” you explained quietly. “My thighs look so weird and my stomach looks… I don’t know. It just feels wrong.”

The sadness in Izuku’s eyes grew more and more. You felt your eyes widen as he brought himself to his knees, caressing your hips softly as his hands left yours. “What are you doing?” You asked. He leaned in and pressed a few small kisses to your stomach, his breath ghosting along your soft skin.

“You said you didn’t like the way your stomach or thighs looked, so I’m here to make you feel better,” he said, his voice muffled by your skin. You chuckled, making your stomach convulse under his lips. Your hands moved to his hair. You scratched his scalp lovingly, making him sigh.

He moved down to your thighs, pressing soft kisses to the plush skin that covered your muscles. “Careful, Izuku,” you said with a smile. He nodded, his eyes still shut. “I know,” he said in response.

He soon brought himself back to his feet, wrapping his muscular arms around your waist. “Do you feel better?” He asked. “I’ll only leave you alone when you feel like royalty.”

You chuckled and leaned into his touch, your forehead resting on his shoulder and your hands on his chest. “Yes, I feel better,” you replied. He nodded and chuckled, the ends of his green hair tickling your cheek. “Good,” he said. “Now, let’s go watch that new show that just came out. I heard it’s really good.”

He guided you to the couch and covered you both in a cozy blanket. You spent the night in his arms, warm and comfortable. You knew he’d go to immeasurable lengths to make you see what he saw: utter beauty. An ethereal being, even. He’d climb Mt. Everest in a bathing suit if it meant you knowing how beautiful you are.

[mikasa-imadebiscults]

Hellooooooo

Could you perhaps…write some headcanons about the pairing between Donna x Reader x Bela? LIKE, RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS, PRE RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS, somebriefsmuttyheadcanons

Tysm!

(ALSO OFC TAKE AS MUCH TIME AS YOU NEED!)

(AYY TAR, HOW YA DOING? I hope you enjoy this my friend and have a wonderful day!!)

Beladonna x Reader Hcs

(Warning: Fluff and smut content)

- Pre-relationship, only Bela and Donna were dating and they both were content with everything in the relationship. That was until they met you- you turned their world upside down (in a good way ofc)

- They talked to each other about you and decided to come up with a plan to catch your heart. The plan was simple, approach and talk to you and see if a connection forms. If you start to have feelings for them, you can join their relationship (if you’d like)

- That simple plan worked wonders and eventually you started dating them.

- You are very protected when you’re around them, considering their fighting abilities. As long as they are there no one can hurt you (Anyone get the song reference?)

- Bela’s love language is physical touch and acts of service, meanwhile quality time and a little bit of words of affirmation is more Donna’s cup of tea.

- Bela loves to kiss you after she drinks some of your blood, watching your face scrutch from the bitter and metallic taste brings a sadistic smile to her face.

- Donna loves to surprise you and Bela with dolls she made for y’all. The pure talent she has at making dolls really shows, you can tell every detail was made with great precision and skill.

- If Bela catches you staring at her and Donna making out she’ll tease the hell outta you, while Donna quietly watches the fun with an amused smile on her face (she’s contemplating if she should join in or not)

- Bela is the dominant one in the relationship majority of the time, Donna is a switch it’s depending on the day and situation. Sometimes both dominate you (Save me Soft Dom Donna and Dom Bela SAVE ME) and other times you and Bela team up on Donna.

- Donna has a big praise/body worship kink, Bela’s 50/50 she loves to praise and degrade.

- Bela loves to make you feel so much pleasure while she drinks from your neck, while Donna whispers sweet praises in your ear.

- Aftercare is amazing with the three of y’all, they both take good care of you and make sure you have everything you need. You won’t even need to get up once.

Masterlist

[whitehartlane]

as a fan of another pl team i think your problem is that your captain is son. he's too emotional and soft and instead of demanding better of your players he goes around comforting them and protecting them from the refs. idk i feel like he's probably let the band get to his head a bit and now he's pushing people like PEH (who have proper authority) away from the refs, it's a bit weird. strange appointment. he's trying too hard

know him do you?

[1004tyun-archive]

crystal 🥺🥺🩷 i know you’re already awake but it’s mostly because of your period pains and i hate that you’re in mommy :(( i don’t like it i wanna make it all go away…

today i was thinking i need to get rid of some habits… guess what im already thinking about ice cream ;_; the wifey salad will NOT help… neither will the nectarines… i’ll have to repeat to myself that i’ll get ice cream tomorrow… IM SO SAD MOMMY 😭😭😭🩷 but i was really freaked out by my breakout… i’m aging i can’t eat whatever i want whenever i want anymore 😔 also one thing so many nectarines were actually not good i was so sad i had to throw away three :(

moodboard of bedrooms because you said you wanted me to visit your bedroom!! 🥺🥺🩷 i wanna meet snorlax whom i’m always so jealous of 🥹😭 and that poster >:( i’m gonna teach taegyu a lesson dhsjdjd 😭

my love 🥺🥺🩷 i was thinking about living together in one of the fairy castles that you reblogged yesterday 🥺🥺🩷 i want that so bad… i also wanna get to the nearby river so we can play and shower together (idk how hygienic that is… but ✨aesthetic✨) 🥺🥹🩷 i love you so much my little mommy 🥺🥺 i hope you know i’m here for you always and i wish i could make you feel better during your period 😖 my sweetie pie~ i love you so much and i miss you even now 🥺🥺 i scrolled up to look at your cute picture hehe you’re so adorable, my adorable mommy 🥺😚🩷💎

baby~ 🥺🥺🩵 you’re so sweet my cramps are feeling okay today actually! maybe they heard your intimidation and decided to back off 😳

aw it’s okay baby 😭😭😭 you really did try not to have any today and your effort was still worth it! if you have some tomorrow i’m sure it’ll be okay 🥺 i understand being freaked out by your breakout but i promise you’ll be okay 🥺🥺🩵 sorry about your nectarines btw i hate having to toss bad fruit bc you can’t help but think if you were a day or two earlier those could’ve been eaten :(( and i hate that we’re not in those same young bodies that could eat whatever and be completely fine though meanwhile nowadays if i have dairy two days in a row my body starts destroying itself from the inside out like wtf 😭😭😭

oooh the bedrooms you chose are so cute!!! 🥺🥺🥺🩵 and little tyunning in the middle 🥺 hehe i’m sure snorlax would be honored to meet you i’ve told him so much about you 🥹 djshsjs me and the poster are still beefing maybe if you teach taegyu a lesson for trying to assassinate me they won’t do it again since they clearly won’t listen to me -_-

that would be such a dream come true my love i want it so badly too~ 🥺🥺🩵🩵 bathing in river water may not be hygienic but it’s so romantic and that’s all that matters 🥹🥹✨✨ my little baby 🥺🥺🥺 i love you so much you’re so kind and caring and beautiful my cherry bonbon 🥺🩵 i know we’re literally talking right now but i miss you :(( the picture you sent yesterday is so cute i’m gonna go scroll up to look at it right now you just look so precious and peaceful 🥺🥺🥺 my sweet lovable cherry bear, my darling baby~ 🥺🩵🩵

[sleepy-kitten-of-mine]

[screampied]

First time f!reader face sitting on kento

sitting on nanami’s face for the first time ★

warnings. fem! reader, face sitting + riding, hair pulling, praise, talking you through it, pussy drunk nanami, mdni.

“but—” each of your shy protests only makes nanami’s smile widen as he’s gleefully entrapped between your thighs. you’re hovering, just a few more inches and you’d take your seat right on his face. a thumb of his caress the demure curvature of your hips whilst you’re stammering up what to say next. “but what if you can’t breathe? i- i don’t wanna crush you, ‘ken.”

he brings a damp kiss near the outline of your panties that were lazily tugged towards the side. “honey,” and his entire voice was smooth, lingering with pure silk. mousy, mahogany eyes of his meets yours and he’s so delicate with his fingers. he then drags it to make it roam near your exposed folds, bringing a chaste kiss towards your entrance. “i promise, that’s not gonna happen. ‘m gonna be able to breathe.”

you swallow thickly, feeling a surging pulse within you from how kind he delivered his words—you furrow a brow, pouty expression and all before adding another concern onto your worries, “but-”

“but, i love you,” he chimes in with a soft smile, a thumb running down your sopping slit to make your legs judder. another kiss gets planted against your cunt before he’s just pawing at your thighs to take its inevitable seat on his face. “and i want you,” he continues, watching as you were biting back your own sweet, melodic whimpers. “so allow me,” he purrs, brushing his wedding ring against your swollen folds before giving it a teasing lick. “sit on my face, sweetheart. i got you, ‘n don’t worry about making a mess. i’ll take care of that later, okay?”

a whine spews from your wet parted lips before you finally fall into his lewd embrace— nanami watches with lit eyes as you’re gradually lowering yourself onto his mouth.

“atta girl, my sweet baby,” he coos, and another raw gasp sneaks it way past your lips. once you’re sat all the way down, a few warm breaths from his nose aerates against your sensitive skin. with long fluttering lashes, nanami’s tongue starts to greet your pussy was a striping slurp.

you’re already moaning, trying not to crush him with your drifting weight too hard but that was the very least of his worries. you taste sweet, syrupy slick coats the stubble that’s growing against his chiseled jaw before he lays his tongue flat.

“k-kento,” you’d whine, a fervor making the entire lower parts of your thighs ache already,

with swaying hips, you dig frigid fingers through his hair. whilst your digits comb right through his well kept strands, your maw starts to pry open.

its dangling, cute little pants run out of your lips as you hear the sloppy squelches he’s making against your cunt. his favorite meal, nanami cranes his head a bit to the left,

then, right,

then left.

he repeats this same exactly technique—laid out tip of his tongue prodding against your most tender spots.

nanami was a respectful pussy eater, respectful with a tiny sprinkle of sloppy. momentarily, your lustrous slick starts to coat a sheet right across his mouth. his jaw feels a few tingles every few seconds and a grunt escapes out of him. it was throaty, something as simple as nanami’s groans against your thighs never failed to make you throb again.

pretty browned eyes of his were half lidded—on the verge of closing to sink into pure bliss.

the soft plush of your thighs wraps around him and he’s never felt any more happier. “such a sweet girl,” he murmurs in a raspy tone, bringing a thumb back towards the middle part of your clit. he swipes against the pulsating nub to watch you spasm all on his face. the grip your legs had around his face drove him crazy,

you drove him crazy.

nanami was quite precise—he makes sure to not miss a single spot. with his tongue swirling in and out of your puffy folds, you feel his sucking on your clit accelerate.

a coquettish smile ceases against both sides of his lips before gifting the outer part with yet another kiss. nanami was a simple man—he’d have you suffocate him with his thighs any day.

a trailing string of spit glistens on his lips as he pulls back to breathe—caramel eyes, perfectly dilated in all gives you a hungry stare. “kentoo,” was all you could mutter out, the jerking of your hips approaching quicker.

he finds it cute on how you just couldn’t hold still, just squirming within his firm grasp. you knew with a tongue like his, you weren’t gonna last. it wasn’t rocket science, with the way you steadily oscillate your hips back and forth against his mouth—it snatches another booming groan from him. nanami feels the tent in his pants arise before a right hand of his squeezes your ass. “you’re so good, s-so nasty kento,” you huff, hands still in his hair. tips of your fingers tangle within the musses of his blond, parted hair. as he’s briefly moving his head side to side, enlarged umber pupils locks with yours. “gonna c-cumm.”

“but sweetheart,” he smooches a single kiss towards the inside of your entrance. it’s slick could have been used as exemplary lip gloss against his lips. his tongue effortlessly laps beneath your swollen folds, blowing near the very front of it to watch you squirm. a thumb of his trawls down the puckering opening before air seeps into his thin nostrils. “can’t help but be a little nasty for my wife,” and he’s smothering your entire arousal with many kisses— you feel the pang of a throb kindly erupt within you before your thighs shatter into a million pieces. “especially when she’s this wet for me…goddd just listen to it, listen to her.”

you’re whimpering, jerking against his face and the same sheepish smile that yanks against both sides of his lips remains imprints itself there. his features, the more you stare, the more you wanna ruin his face with your syrupy slick even more. nanami lolls out his clean pink tongue, spiraling the tip against your labia before you hear the sloshes your own cunt produces.

it’s fucking sloppy.. indeed it was, your stomach was in knots and that’s when he brings a hand to give it a light spank.

“oh my,” he seductively purrs, your immediate reaction was to mewl out his name and you only contribute further to the rising boner aching in his pants, stashed away devastatingly in his buckled up work jeans. you’re pulsing right in front of his eyes— pretty pretty pussy, he could stare at it all day. his tongue knows the entire layout, laying flat against your jittery folds before you finally came.

nanami’s brows furrow, a playful smile compressing on his lips as you’re losing yourself. a hand of his rubs in a circular rotation against your sweet. he relishes in your pleasure, unstable hips of yours practically gives out to where he’s holding you upright with a strong hand.

the small jaded like material of his wedding ring brushes against your skin before you whine. with your throat becoming insignificantly dry. your hips stutter and you’re met with the most kindest eyes.

“oh, you’re so gorgeous when you’re a mess for me, my love,” and he’s gentle now. the squashy tips of his fingers tenderly caress against your pussy, gifting it a final kiss as he watches you heave for more full breaths. “ah, such a good girl,” he hums before sliding his tongue across his lips, savoring your slick. “but tell me, i must know. how was it, baby? is this—is this something you’d want me to do more of? allow you to sit on my face?”

he sits up, you’re still straddling his face before replying in a shrilling, “y-yes, please,” and he’s caught by surprise once you give his smooth strands a thirsty tug. with a bottom lip poking out, you whine. “again, ‘ken. can you do it again, please?”

“anything for my wife,” he presses a wet kiss against the crevices of your thigh. you moan, sliding yourself back against his mouth and he shoots you a look of pure softhearted slyness.

“although,” he whispers, stopping himself from digging in. your pouty expression grows, wanting him to just dig in. nanami’s voice pitches a deep huskily low, still soft and sweet before he gives your pussy a gentle passionate kiss just like he does just for you on a daily. after all— in nanami’s mind, your other lips deserved attention too.

with a mere whisper, feverish breath fanning against your sopping opening, he flashes you a devious grin. “how about this time, let’s see if i can make my messy wife squirt.”

[syluslovies]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ What are the boys’s favorite positions? ੈ✩‧₊˚

We all know, no matter the position, they love fucking you full and thorough, any way you’ll let them have you. But everyone has their favorites.

︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿ ︵‿୨♡୧‿︵

For Rafayel, it’s cowgirl. He gets to look you in the eyes and witness the way your pretty little face scrunches in pure euphoria- he gets to wipe at the drool that drips down your chin due to your cock-drunk expression. All of this whilst he has the ability to feel your tight little pussy massage his dick like it was born to do so, letting you take control of the speed of your bounces. It’s a win-win-win, really.

Now, call Zayne old-fashioned, but he loves missionary with you. He gets to stare at your visage, a sight he’d never thought he’d see again, in complete awe and love. He can memorize every freckle and mark adorning your face whilst pleasuring you in new ways- over and over again. Best of all- he gets to make out with your soft lips whilst stuffing you full, fucking both your mouth with his tongue and your cunt with his cock. He’s able to keep you truly satiated like this.

Xavier loves doggystyle. With the extreme amounts of golden retriever energy he exudes, it was basically destined. He’s like a puppy in every way, and that doesn’t change in the bedroom. With doggy, he can lean over you, warming and shielding you with his bigger body whilst jerking his strong hips against your ass, fucking slutty little “uhs” out of you. He can whine and beg in your ear for that sweet creamy cunt like it’s a treat (it absolutely is a treat for him).

Sylus isn’t content unless you’re in his arms, which is why standing carry has to be his favorite. When his whole world (you) is in his arms, he’s content. when his whole world is in his arms and cumming on his cock, he’s elated. Simple, really. He’s naturally protective and possessive of you (to an excessive level) and this position elevates these instincts tenfold. It’s animalistic, the way he bounces your small body on his cock as if you were nothing more than a fleshlight, growling sweet nothings. “I’ve got you princess, gonna bounce you just like this ‘til you gush all over… I’ve got you…”