Hi! I Know Some Of The Avatar Hype Has Died Down, But I Just Got This Going Through My Mind Right Now.

Hi! I know some of the avatar hype has died down, but I just got this going through my mind right now. I would like to request the avatar men with a human fem reader, where they have a friends with benefits situation, but they realize that they have fallen for the reader and want more. Thank you.

It doesn't matter if the hype is down, I'm still gonna be writing for these characters cause I love them.

Pairing: Jake Sully, Miles Quaritch, Tsu'tey, Tonowari x FemReader

Tags: nsfw, smut, friends with benefits, realization of feelings, confession, fear of rejection, denial of feelings, size difference, cuddles, tail shenanigans, mating cycles, jealousy

A/N: When I'm in a fandom I might have periods of time when I don't write for it as much cause burnout happens but I get back into it if I really liked it.

FWB!Jake Sully dances around the issue until he's absolutely sure that he's really in love with you. There were many close calls with him almost uttering the confession as he watched your ass repeatedly connecting with his abs while you moved up and down on his cock. He didn't expect to grunt it out in front of you while you were putting your clothes back on but so slowly he got another erection. The look in your eyes made him want to run and hide and never visit you again. Good thing he stuck around for a few more moments because the next thing he knew you embraced him, your tits at a perfect position to press against his cock but not distracting enough to not register the fact that you love him too.

FWB!Miles Quaritch was already in this relationship with you a few years. On and off, never catching feelings, both of you openly talking about other partners because you were nothing more then friends, teammates, fellow soldiers. But he changed since he got his Avatar, he's visiting you more, each fucking getting longer until one day he made you pass out and he was still rock hard. Every part of him wanted to mark you up in every way possible. He no longer wanted to be with anyone else and became irritated when others would flirt with you. Teasing was no longer just teasing and fucking was no longer just fucking, he would hold you against his chest as he rutted down into you, not letting you go even if you passed out.

FWB!Tsu'Tey hated that he lusted after a human woman so much that only your tiny, way too tight cunt could satisfy him during his mating cycle. A true blessing is the fact that you, as a human, couldn't be impregnated by him so he could finish inside every time. He hated that too, the fact that he had to finish inside you and that you would be begging him to breed you and the next you'd be leaving him like nothing happened. It was confusing but it worked. Even though he wanted a mate for life he couldn't deny the allure of this love-hate arrangement or the fact that lately you've both been leaning more towards the love aspect of it. The next time you have sex he's not letting you leave until there's a permeant mark on you.

FWB!Tonowari really wasn't happy with this arrangement of yours. He is a warrior but he wants stability in his relationship. In a way you could say that yours was, it was consistent at least, you visiting him for his every cycle and staying there for as long as he needed you, cuddling with him, listening to his stories while his fat cock stayed almost permanently hard inside your cum dripping hole. A strategy of his seems to be to keep you cuddling with him as long as possible by having one arm around you the whole time laughing as you playfully try to get free. Moments like these seem to go on forever, a part of you really wants them to, you want to be his forever. Just gotta take that step.

Thank you so much! I love these tag games!

Last song: Gorehound by Harley Poe

Favourite colour: Black

Last movie/tv show: Комиссар/Commissioner

Sweet/savoury/spicy: sweet

Relationship status: single 🥲

Current obsession: The Magnus Archives (seriously, I think I need help)

Last thing googled: "komisař anglicky" (basically how to translate the movie title above into English lol)

Tagging: @teacupcollector @frostcorpsclub @tivair @cptn-nash @r0ttingj3lly @monsterfloofs @just-a-sleepy-idiot

9 people I would like to get to know better

thank you to @bellaramslover for the tag!

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last song? - two headed mother by ethel cain

favourite colour? - dark green / sage green

last movie/tv show? - storm warning, 2007 (i do not recommend)

currently watching? - rewatching all the harry potter movies

sweet/spicy/savoury? - savoury (or sweet depends on my mood tbh)

relationship status? - long term relationship

current obsession? - hazel callahan/ruby cruz

last thing i googled? - (city i go to college in) weather

no pressure to the tags <3 :

@astroph1les @intotitties @seethesin @ieatstarsforaliving @mphountitled @heartshazel @ptolemaeacles @princesssmars @strawberryyivy

Screaming, crying, howling, laying on my belly and kicking my feet, giggling like an idiot, oggling, squealing, giggling, going absolutely fucking insane, losing my goddamn mind-

Stolen Moments

You chose the perfect moment to knock on Silco's office door, finding him in a rare lull between his ceaseless duties.

Pairing: Silco x gn!reader

Words: ~2.3k

Content: mostly fluff, suggestive, some power dynamics, newly established relationship, slow burn, not explicit but i'm gunna say nsfw-ish just to be safe (18+, MDNI)

A/N: Its been a long long while since I've written anything. IDK what I'm doing but I'm doing it.

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“Yes?” Silco's calls out with a hint of weariness, a frown creasing his brow as he anticipates yet another demand on his precious time. The knock on his door came right as the Zaunite leader had pulled a cigar out to enjoy before his next appointment and he was looking forward to a few rare moments of silence to gather his thoughts.

Standing on the other side of the door to his sanctuary, you smirk just before peeking your head in with a small "Hi." Sevika had warned you that he was in a 'mood' before you wandered into The Last Drop, and you hoped to bring him some relief, even if it was temporary.

Any hint of annoyance immediately melts away as his eyes meet yours — a low hum of pleasure escaping him as he waves you in, the freshly rolled tobacco still in hand. You slid into the chamber dressed in your usual attire, albeit with some extra flair... and you sensed that he noticed, just as you hoped he would.

"My little Dove," he purrs affectionately. The nickname sparks a fluttering sensation in your chest. You find yourself momentarily flustered, a light blush tinting your cheeks as you shift ever so slightly under his intense stare. The term manages to stir both a sense of closeness and shyness within you. The Eye of Zaun's gaze then sweeps over you, a mix of appraisal and undisguised interest. His eyes, sharp and calculating, soften momentarily as they trace the contours of your figure, hinting at thoughts kept carefully concealed. "What impeccable timing you have," he adds. His words linger in the air, filled with an unspoken understanding.

You beam at him, a soft chuckle escaping your lips bashfully. "I had a feeling you might be happy to see me." Your steps echo softly as you wander further into the room, your curious eyes scanning the various objects around his office. Each visit reveals something new, offering intriguing insights into the man across the room.

"Indeed, I am — I must admit, it’s not often that someone seeks my company without an agenda. Your presence is more appreciated than you might realize." He leans back in his chair, his orange eye glinting as he watches you intently. "Though my time is a luxury today. Come, let us make it count,” Silco says, his voice a blend of authority with an underlying warmth, instructing you to share in his moment of rest with a sense of urgency.

... And you are more than happy to acquiesce.

With a playful skip, you move around his desk, intending to perch on the corner, careful not to disturb any papers. Before you can settle, Silco reaches out, his fingers wrapping gently but firmly around your wrist. His touch, unexpectedly warm, sends a ripple of excitement through you as he guides you into his lap, his lips crashing into yours with need. You hum in bliss, your hand caressing the edge of his jaw, fingers weaving carefully through his hair, mindful not to dishevel it too much. Under your touch, the Industrialist's shoulders drop, tension melting away — his concerns, momentarily forgotten.

As you both part, Silco reaches for his lighter with deliberate slowness, his movements precise and practiced before spinning his chair to face the large, round window, its eerie green light casting long, undulating shadows across the room. The outside world vanishes, leaving just the two of you in this secluded, spectral sphere -- hiding you from any unexpected intrusions.

"Now, to what do I owe this pleasure, my Dove?" He rumbles, resting his cigar between his chipped teeth, looking up at you with that familiar, two-tone stare.

"I was in the area and... Well, I just wanted to see you,” you admit, the words sheepish yet sincere. “I know you're swamped, but...” Your voice trails off, leaving the sentiment hanging in the air, simple yet profound.

Silco raises a hand, acknowledging and waving away any concerns you might have. “This time, these moments – they’re yours,” he asserts, his tone softening. “Even if it’s just a fleeting respite from the chaos outside, they belong to us.” His words, both reassuring and commanding, further quell your concerns. You savor these rare, quiet interludes, and you're grateful that he does too.

As Silco returns his attention to the cigar, the flicker of his lighter momentarily casts a dancing glow on his face. The flame illuminates the rugged contours of his features, etching shadows that play across his scarred visage. His expression, usually so composed and unreadable, softens in the dim light, revealing a rare vulnerability.

You lean in closer, drawn irresistibly to the dichotomy presented by his hardened exterior and the fleeting glimpses of something more beneath. Each line on his face, each subtle shift in his expression, speaks to a life of resilience and unspoken trials. The green hue of the room bathes him in an almost ethereal light, accentuating the unique blend of strength and weariness that he embodies.

Silco, seemingly aware of your gaze, meets your eyes for a moment. In that brief exchange, a silent conversation unfolds. His eyes, a deep well of uncharted emotions, flicker with a blend of curiosity, caution, and a hint of something warmer. It is a look that speaks of battles fought, both outside and within, and of a guarded heart cautiously navigating the perils of intimacy.

The smoke from his cigar begins to curl upwards, weaving through the air like a sinuous dance. It adds a layer of mystique to the already charged atmosphere, a tangible reminder of the complexities surrounding both of you. Yet, in this shared space, surrounded by the spectral light and the quiet hum of the city beyond, there's a sense of peace.

Your fingers itch to trace the lines of his story, to explore the depths of his character that so few get to see. Throughout this cautious dance of intimacy, you've learned to tread gently, aware that delving too deep too quickly could fray the delicate threads of trust you've painstakingly woven between you. In this moment, under the interplay of light and shadow, you see not just the leader of Zaun, but the man behind the title — enigmatic, profound, and irresistibly human.

Captivated and unable to resist further, you gently trace the scar around his left eye, your touch tender and inquisitive.

"What?" he asks, one brow arching above his sea-foam eye, a hint of suspicion in his tone at the attention being paid to the other.

A pause hangs between you as you ponder your next words. "... You're beautiful," the words escape your lips in a whisper, almost hesitant. You watch as they land on him, seeing the way his eyes widen imperceptibly, a crack in his usual stoic armor.

Silco’s response is a momentary silence, a rare loss for words, before a quiet, almost incredulous chuckle escapes him -- as if to deflect the tender compliment. “That’s a first,” he murmurs, a note of surprise coloring his tone as his eyes scrutinize yours for any hint of insincerity or taunting. But he finds none... just your genuine touch, continuing its exploration in silence.

... He quickly realizes that you mean it, and that unexpected honesty catches him off guard, stirring a tempest of emotions within the hardened leader.

As you pull your hand away, Silco's chest tightens, a storm of conflicting feelings swirling inside. His gaze lingers on you, seeking anchorage in the present amid the tumult of his thoughts. To buy time, he takes a slow, deliberate draw from his cigar, the smoke curling around you both as he processes…

The l u s t -- For the stunning creature in front of him that he snared in his web.

... And an adoration for your willingness to stay that way.

A drop of guilt ... For coveting such a soul like yours.

... But also, an unyielding resolve to never let you go.

The FEAR... For what could be l o s t if he wasn't careful.

... Yet hope for what could be if he was.

Above all, honor — for your choice to be with him, accepting all that he is ...and all that he is not.

Every. Single. Time... So far, anyway.

These emotions swirl within him, a maelstrom of desire, fear, and awe. But then, with a subtle exhale, he releases the smoke, along with the knot of thoughts threatening to draw him away from this moment of connection.

Your face starts to fall, worried you've overstepped, and you part your lips to apologize. But before you can speak, Silco wraps his arm around you, pulling you deeper into his lap.

"You're too pure for this world," he whispers, the warmth of his breath against your skin. His hold tightens, a gesture not just of possession but of deep care. "But don't worry, my Dove," he adds, a sly smirk playing across his lips as he gently rocks his hips, his growing affection evident against you, "...I'll take care of that."

His voice is murmur, a blend of mischief and promise. The intensity in his gaze suggests a longing that goes beyond this stolen moment, restrained only by the call of duty.

And as if on cue, a knock ripples through the tranquility of the office, serving as both a reminder and an interruption. "Boss, your next appointment is ready," Sevika announces from the outside world, her tone carrying the weight of his responsibilities.

A flash of disappointment crosses your face, mirrored subtly in the mismatched eyes that watch you. Silco catches it, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "… Tell them I'll need a few more minutes," he responds, his voice smooth yet firm as he takes another draw from his cigar. The unspoken words hang in the air between you with the smoke that was slowly dissipating — if not for these duties that bind him, this moment would have stretched into something more.

Sevika's footsteps retreat in silent acknowledgement, granting you both a brief extension of your private world. "A few stolen moments are all we have sometimes," he says softly, the usual hardness in his eyes giving way to a tender sincerity.

You let loose a soft sigh, resisting yet ultimately accepting of the situation. "I'll take whatever I can get," you breath, careful to not disturb the moment too much. His hand, warm against your back, pulls you a fraction closer and you lean forward to rest your forehead against his in quiet gratitude for another few beats.

You can feel the Zaunite shift as the minutes are spent, resisting the return of his hardened facade as the anticipation of his next task intrudes on his fleeting reprieve. "… I'm afraid duty calls," he says, a hint of regret lacing his words. “But trust me, there will come a day,” Silco says, his voice low and laced with a promise, “when I can give you not just moments, but hours, days... uninterrupted. Just be patient with me, my Dove.”

This time, it's you that is caught in a stunned silence. His words, a promise veiled as a whisper. In his embrace, you find a reassurance that goes beyond the confines of time and duty. It's a pledge of more — more time, more often, more of him.

As you reluctantly disentangle from his hold, preparing to step back into the world outside, Silco's gaze lingers on you with an intensity that speaks of future encounters. “This isn't the end, only a pause,” he assures you, his voice low and resonant. He leans forward, the distance closing as his lips brush softly against yours, each second savored.

In those final moments, as the green light bathes you both one last time, you understand the weight of his promise. It's not just words, but a vow — a vow to make up for every second lost to the demands of his world, a vow to explore the depths of what you both could be, when time finally allows.

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As the day finally began to come to a close, Sevika stepped into the dimly lit office and closed the door, her posture rigid with an urgency that commanded attention. Silco, still seated behind his desk, looked up from his paperwork, an air of expectancy in his gaze.

“Boss, we need to talk,” Sevika’s voice was firm, brooking no room for dismissal. “It’s about your most recent muse,” she nodded towards the door you had exited through some time ago, her expression serious.

Silco’s hand paused, the paperwork momentarily forgotten. “Go on,” he prompted, his voice betraying none of his thoughts.

“This relationship, it’s a risk. It makes you vulnerable, and vulnerabilities in our position can be fatal,” Sevika’s tone was unwavering, her concern clear.

Silco regarded her silently for a moment, his eyes reflecting a complex mix of acknowledgment and defiance. “They’re not the first to catch my attention, nor will they be the last...” His voice trailed off, uncharacteristically, as his own words sunk in and stirred a fierce rejection of his own statement.

“Bullshit. I see that look in your eye when they're around. This is different.” Sevika pressed, “And have you considered how Jinx might react to this? She's volatile, and if she senses she's losing your focus, it could lead to trouble. We can’t afford more instability.”

While the turmoil bubbled beneath his skin, Silcos hardened expression remained, unwilling to let Sevika know she's right nor unable to ignore her words of caution. "I'll handle it." He states flatly, returning to the documents on his desk.

Sevika pauses and studies him for several long moments before clenching her fists, sensing Silcos resistance yet knowing the discussion has been concluded. “... Just be careful, Boss. We can’t let our guard down. Not now."

After Sevika left, Silco turned back to the window, his mind a tumult of thoughts. In the reflection, his eyes held a depth of emotion seldom seen — a mix of determination and an unspoken conflict within. This connection with you had indeed become stronger than he expected, and Sevika wasn't wrong…

… This was different.

bodyguard!leon and bodyguard!luis who hover at the base of the stairs, just as you requested, unable to deny your ask even without the allure of a paycheck. and when you descend, hips clad in ivory ribbon, delicate lace trimmed by a hem that sits at the height of your thigh, you don’t miss how their gazes betray them; wide stares, shared, both their eyes snapping to the other before being laid to rest on the pearls at your throat, bared skin and bone. though their stunned nature turns to uncertainty, quick, for leon’s head tilts slightly and luis folds his arms across the broad expanse of his chest (one that you dream of all too often). he grins and mumbles something like should you really be going out like that?, conveying a glimpse of that inherent protective streak, one that is integral to the both of them, with you revelling in how his accent thickens with the poorly masked intrigue. your pulse stutters, feverish, in the ensuing silence, their focus intent, weighted, burdened by a desire that they cannot cave too, and yet you will smile, soft, with glitter powdered into your skin because at least you know whose attention you dress for — it is not for cooperate praise, but for them.

it does eat at you, however, such forced distance, that divide between their occupation and your connected potential for more. it eats at your heart, your ribs, manifests as some incurable plague upon your mind, thoughts constantly drifting to one or another, (or both, even). and you know that you will, eventually, succumb to temptation. there exists too many fleeting touches and unabashed compliments for you not to, one day, drown in the wells of their withheld affection — you will drag them into some elevator set to the highest floor and the air will turn heated in the necessitated proximity, the tension breaking in the faint crack of leon’s knuckles, an old habit. it is then that you will suggest it, solicit it, more than aware that, given the chance, they will take it, such bottled infatuation growing too much for the two to bear.

it will be but moments before you have leon press you to the inner railing, pinned by raw strength as you permit him between your thighs, letting your lips stain the corner of luis’ mouth rosy with your love, have your hands embedded in rich curls as he murmurs affirmations of your beauty into tender flesh; it will be clumsy, lazy, a truly smitten union, linen shirts unbuttoned to their hearts, ties loose around their necks, (from where you gently tug them closer, a willing leash), and their hair a mess, tousled by the violent grip of your fingers. but when the elevator doors inevitably open you will make a collective attempt to recover that edge of professionalism, dishevelled, and have them quietly begging to do it all once more.

Suddenly, I can't wait for friday as well

Bunny Ears (Part 17) ~William Afton X F! Reader~

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CW: Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 30's), divorce/processing divorce, Afton being a sarcastic hot ass, Henry being such a dad, grumpy x sunshine . Faz-Fuck TM. Cringe scenes ft. Henry.

The ringing phone turned your peaceful sleep into a groan and soft 'thwump' as you rolled out of bed, swearing as you picked yourself up out of bed and padded through to your phone. Rubbing at your eyes as you took a moment to yawn before glancing at the clock on the wall that you'd finally gotten round to mounting. It wasn't too early you supposed, but you wanted to sleep in on one of your days off at least.

"Hello?"

You heard your name being chuckled through the phone, the gravelly voice sending shivers down your spine as you woke up a little more. Rubbing at your face as you tried to listen to the familiar voice.

"Good morning, bunny. It sounds like I woke you up." His own voice was deep in a way you hadn't heard before, making you smile as your finger twisted the phone cord idly whilst you talked, making an approving hum.

"You sound pretty tired yourself this morning, Will." Making him chuckle and you could faintly hear the rustle of cloth in the background as it took him a moment to answer.

"Well I did just wake up myself. I haven't even left my bed yet." Your cheeks flooding with heat at the image that flashed in your mind of William. Laid in bed and sprawled out, holding the phone to his ear and talking to you in his half-asleep voice. The thought made you wish you had a mobile so that you could say the same thing back to him. "I'm shirtless too, if that helps your little daydream." Practically hearing the smirk in his voice.

"I-I wasn't- I... You..." It was too early to have your boyfriend fluster you in such a way, hearing him chuckling as you stumbled over your words and hearing the rustle of cloth that you now assumed was his comforter being moved as he shifted in the bed. Wondering what colour it was. You could totally see him rocking black satin sheets somehow.

"Sorry bunny, I couldn't resist. You sound so adorable all sleepy and flustered like this. I'm now far more tempted to make these calls a regular thing." The thought made your knees weak and suddenly you were all to eager for the mornings if he followed through with it. Giggling as you bit your lip and tightened your grip on your phone cord.

"Don't threaten me with a good time, Afton." Hearing his chuckle before he made a little noise that you tried to imagine was him stretching, letting out a satisfied sigh afterwards as if to confirm your theory. Wondering if he understood that he kept finding new ways to surprise you and make you even more smitten with him, if you had the same effect on him despite not being as experienced in the whole 'dating' thing.

"Oh I'd say worse if I wanted to do that, honey." A slight scratching sound making you think he'd run his hand over his beard, perhaps wiping the sleep from his face just like you were doing. "Anyway, I wanted to call and ask if you wanted to go out together today? Henry texted me last night that him and Sarah are going to a new mall that opened and apparently she's eager to spend some more 'girl time' together."

It was sweet to you that Henry's wife clearly thought to highly of you, your cheeks flushed and looking at the clock, nodding to yourself despite the fact that he couldn't see you. Freeing your hand from the cord and touching your hair, wondering if you should shower that morning before you went out and deciding that it was probably for the best.

"Sure, I'd love that William. Are you up for socialising today?" Teasing him as you heard a slight grunt and shifting cloth again, a low hum before he answered you in that deep gravel that made your knees weak and body ache.

"Got at least one thing to sort before I'm acceptable to be out in public, but I'll always make exceptions to 'no socialising' if I get to spend more time with you sweetheart." You giggled at his affectionate use of nicknames for you, wondering if he would only ever use your name if you were in trouble or in a professional setting. Chewing on your lip as he yawned down the phone, building the image of him in your mind during the call. "Oh, and I want to ask something."

"Sure Will, what is it?"

"Can you not wear my hoodie today? Not that I don't love seeing you in it, I just...have a present to give you and now seems like a good time. But it requires you to be jacketless." He explained, voice somewhat sheepish as you smiled into the phone. Raising an eyebrow as you tried to figure out what it was that he was going to give you.

"You don't have to get me anything Will." Speaking softly and hearing him chuckle as he spoke again, speaking lowly as he stretched again on the other side.

"No, I know. But what else am I supposed to do with this money I've saved aside from treat you, my beautiful girlfriend?" Making you blush as you shrugged your shoulders and thought for a moment before speaking again.

"Pay off your mortgage? Pay off your car? Spoil Vanessa rotten?" Hearing that chuckle become more awake as you talked, making you smile wider as you heard what sounded like him turning over in bed.

"Baby-girl, bunny, I own my own house and my own car. I already spoil her rotten, so what if I want to spoil the other girl in my life too?"

"Owning your own home and car is probably the sexiest thing I've ever heard." You joke, pulling your phone away from your ear as William laughed loudly into the landline, making you beam with pride that you'd made him laugh like that.

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Sarah and Henry had picked you up a few hours later, dressed in a black skirt and a baggy t-shirt from a metal band you'd forgotten you even purchased a few years ago. Deciding to apply a little lip-gloss and mascara, as well as some eyeliner like how Sarah had showed you, although yours wasn't perhaps as skilled as hers had been. The pack of used make-up wipes and the slightly red skin around your eyes from the what felt like hundreds of attempts attested to your practise however.

"You look like the kind of girl we would have tried to set Will up with in college." Sarah laughed when she saw you, making you blush as you'd climbed into the car.

"Is that a good thing?"

"Absolutely. He's going to faint when he sees you." Henry confirmed, grinning at you before heading out. The drive had been a little long, but when you finally arrived, you found yourself scanning the lot to try and spot William's car.

Walking just behind the couple as you all headed inside, scanning the bright banners that advertised the grand-opening and the sales going on inside because of it. Smiling as you saw Sarah practically vibrating with excitement at the prospect of a bargain, Henry staring at his pager for a moment before waving his hand to get you to follow him. Sarah linking arms with you and letting him lead as Henry looked at the mall map and tried to figure out where to go, presumably from a text from William.

"He's in the food court, wanted to get coffee and some food before we spend hours in here." Henry laughed, making Sarah roll her eyes and scoff at the thought, looking around at how busy it was since it was the opening week of the mall.

"We're going to miss out on the best sales!"

"Babe, I love you, my darling wife, but they are aware that a lot of people would be coming so probably over-stocked a lot of the shops." He explained, looking at her with a gentle smile, receiving one back from his wife before he moved off.

It was pretty quick to spot William in the food court, sat at a table, one leg brought up to rest on his knee, leaning back into the chair did little to hide his tall stature and he was broader than most of the chairs were seemingly designed for. A purple bag sat on the floor besides him as he drummed his fingers idly against the metal table, expression a slight frown as he waited.

You couldn't help but blink and admire him in a lighter colour pair of jeans and another tight t-shirt, black with some design that had faded but you could recognise as some punk bank you'd vaguely heard of. He looked good. His glasses perched on the end of his nose as he reached up to adjust them, seemingly lost in his own little world and failing to notice your approach.

Grinning widely, you broke away from the group and ran up to him. Throwing your arms around his neck and bringing him into a hug as he grunted from the slight impact, his arms wrapping around you and one hand landing on your thigh just because of the fact he was sitting whilst you ran at him. Hearing laughter behind you, you assumed his expression was mildly confused. Taking a second to register who was holding onto him before he turned his head and let his stubble scratch across your cheek and planting a kiss along your neck. Pulling you tighter to him and his large hand pressing into your back and his other one moved from your thigh.

"Well hello to you too, bunny." He laughed into your neck, making you shudder as the hot air brushed your skin. Planting a soft kiss to the top of his head before pulling back to grin at him.

"I couldn't help it, I wanted to hug you." Playfully pouting at him, watching the lopsided smile grow before he planted a firm kiss on your lip, humming into it and licking his lips when he pulled away, the slightly sheen on your gloss visible on his lips and making you giggle.

"Well I'm never going to say no to that now, am I? And I approve of that cherry flavour, I quite like cherry." William grinned as he went in for another kiss, waving off Henry as he wolf whistled whilst taking a seat at the table.

"Get a room love-birds!" He teased, earning a smack on the arm from his wife as you parted from William's lips again, both smiling as he ran his hand up and down your back soothingly. Finally seeing what you were wearing and pausing, blinking and eyes widening as he saw you in the skirt, boots and metal t-shirt. Seemingly processing what was before him as Sarah laughed.

"Told you he'd break a bit." William seemed to snap out of the comment, shooting a sideways scowl before smiling at you again, taking a barely perceptible shuddering breath. Resuming the path of his hand on your back and making you feel relaxed under his touch.

Reaching down, he brought up the bag with a smile, waggling it in front of you and kicking out a chair for you to sit on. Making you raise an eyebrow curiously before you opened it. Glancing at the matching bracelets that both of you constantly wore with a smile before untying the little ribbon at the top of the bag. Brow furrowed in concentration as you undid it and looked inside. Gently taking out the material inside and thumbs brushing over it. Something faintly spicy hitting your senses before you let the material unfold, revealing a large hoodie that would surely look baggy on Afton even. Black with a zip down the front, eyes widening as you realised there was a little embroidered part in black thread over the breast. A little leaping bunny, looking closer at it as you saw a speck of purple. Grinning wider as you realised it was wearing a tiny purple bow-tie.

"Thank you Will, I love it!" Throwing your arms around him and his arms came up automatically to wrap around you this time, holding you close and planting a kiss on your cheek as he laughed slightly at the second over the top hug you'd put him through for the day.

"You're more than welcome, bunny. I know it's subtle, but I thought you'd get a kick out of it." He whispered to you, planting another kiss and taking a deep breath, squeezing you slightly before he let you go. Allowing you to slip the massive sleeves on and shrug it onto your shoulders, the size absolutely drowning you as you felt the soft material against your skin. Realising that the spicy smell was his cologne that he always wore, you came to the conclusion that either he'd drowned it in the stuff, or that he'd secretly been wearing it for a few days to get the scent there. Either one made you incredibly happy and made your chest tighten and flutter.

"Good job you got a zippered one Wills, she might look she might have nothing else on otherwise!" Henry laughed, earning an eyeroll from Sarah as she all but dragged him up to go and get coffee and some food since that was what you'd gone there for. Leaving William to take your hand and stroke his thumb over the knuckles before planting a kiss there, your cheeks flushing as he raked his gaze across your body before meeting your curious eyes.

"Oh, trust me. She's already been occupying my thoughts with such delicious ideas today." Whispering it as Henry was clearly intended not to hear it. Making you shudder and feel your thighs press together slightly as he held your gaze hungrily, placing a conversely chaste kiss against your knuckles again.

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Henry and William had gone off to look at some of the stores that took their interest, and you and Sarah had split off. Chatting together idly and Sarah making you laugh and blush as you talked about various things together, her teasing you about breaking your boyfriend with your outfit. You hadn't been in many stores. more following Sarah until your eyes drifted to a dark store-front, brow furrowing as you tried to figure out why the windows were darkened with minimal branding on it, but the door was propped open to welcome people inside.

Sarah noticed your gaze with a wicked grin, practically sprinting and dragging you behind her to go inside despite your protests that you weren't sure it was even open. Blinking as you adjusted to the low light inside and felt your cheeks heating up as you realised that it was a discreet lingerie store. Eyes flickering over racks of lace and satin, cheeks burning as you tried to avoid looking anywhere in particular but feeling yourself curiously looking at certain pieces.

"Don't tell me you've never been in a lingerie store before?" Sarah teased as she noticed your burning cheeks, your eyes widening as she seemed to say it all too loudly over the quiet music playing in the store.

Shaking your head slowly and making the older woman squeal in delight that she got to introduce you to another new thing, taking your arm and walking you through the racks. Grinning widely as she thumbed through the racks and occasionally glancing at you. "So, do you have any big dates planned with William?" Her voice sing-song as she pried and clearly fished for a reason for you to remain in the store for a bit longer.

"I-I mean, I'm going to his house on Friday?" You stammered out, making Sarah pause and raise an eyebrow at you. Checking you were serious before her jaw dropped and her eyes widened, suddenly squealing happily and seizing you by the arms, jumping up and down slightly, catching you off guard.

"Girl! Dear! He didn't even invite his ex-wife around his house until they were engaged. Even then it took her suggesting it for a month before he reluctantly agreed. Did he ask you?"

"Y-Yeah?"

"Oh my god, he's probably cooking for you too then! I bet it's going to be such a cute date!!" The blonde squealed in excitement and made you feel a little self-conscious as other patrons of the store threw questioning glances your way before returning to their own browsing. Planting a kiss on your cheek before she looked about conspicuously, taking you to some back corner away from the most prying eyes and speaking quietly to you. "Have you thought about..you know?"

"About what Sarah, there have been a lot of thoughts recently." Crossing your arms over your chest, fiddling with the sleeves to help calm your nerves, William's cologne helping to relax you despite your nervousness.

"Have you thought about...Well, no delicate way to put this...Whether you want to have sex with him?"

You were sure your cheeks couldn't get any hotter, but somehow you were proven wrong as they increased in temperature again. Shoulders tensing as your mind froze and then began to race. Feeling embarrassed that Sarah had asked you so blunty, but then you supposed that this was the same woman who had told you your boyfriend was a player in college in a restaurant bathroom whilst reapplying her lipgloss.

"I um...Maybe? A-A few times maybe...I mean...That's normal, right?"

"Of course it's natural sweetie. But, I was thinking you probably want to feel sexy and cute for that time, so why don't we shop for something for you and you can wear it when the time feels right? Men love this shit, and it can make you feel like a million dollars too." She suggested, returning to her normal, calming voice once she saw how nervous you were. Nodding your head slowly and playing with the sleeves more on your hoodie, letting Sarah gently take your arm and guide you around to look at various styles.

She talked lowly and slowly for you, whispering to you about the pros and cons of each style and material and after a few minutes of her patiently walking you through everything, you felt glad you had a friend who seemed to know about all these sorts of things. Relaxing a little more as she talked you through the various bits and pieces that you were clueless about.

Eventually, something caught your eye and your fingers reached out to brush the delicate chiffon fabric. Picking up the hanger and fingers moving over the lace cups, the slight strap that went down the front. It looked almost like a see-through slip, and Sarah hummed over your shoulder as you looked over the item.

"That's a baby-doll set. They're super comfy and breezy, plus they offer a little more cover than some types, whilst still being revealing." She explained lowly, making you nod in understanding as you bit your lip. Chewing it slightly as you admired the sheer black fabric, the details on the cups forming flowers and leaves. A small vine-like design moving from between the cups and forming a sort of halter-neck strap alongside the two shoulder straps. You guessed it had something to do with lines and how people tended to let their eyes move over a person.

"I-I think I like this one." Blushing as Sarah nodded and squeezed your arm lightly, leading you towards the cashiers with a few selections of her own, after she made sure you had the right size for yourself. Letting you pay for it and beaming with pride as you took the bag, the discreet branding of it meaning you didn't quite feel a burning guilt that everybody would know where you'd been.

"Let's go find something pretty to put over the top of it now. We've got some time before the boys come back after all." Sarah giggled, taking your arm and leading you again. "And I think you chose well. William, from what Henry has said, is a man of...tastes."

You raised an eyebrow at her, but she refused to elaborate, only grinning at you wickedly and focusing on her hunt for an appropriate shop for her purposes, woman on a mission as she tried to guide you through the art of feeling sexy for yourself.

Suddenly, you couldn't wait for Friday. Even more than you had been before.

I'm literally foaming at the mouth-

I lovelovelovelove how it's not just that the reader struggles and needs help, but that they try on their own as well, but in some instances it's too much, I apprecuate that soooooooooo much <3333

Also, don't be worried about the fic being with Alec, honestly, I was kinda hoping you'd write it with him (but Aziraphale and Crowley would be interesting to see in that scenario, as well)

All in all, I am SO glad I discovered your blog, I wish I had stumbled upon it sooner.

Unconditional Support

Alec Hardy x GN!Reader

Summary: It takes a while for you to get used to receiving love and affection, but this time it was just a little too much.

CW: angst, light crying, hurt/comfort, hiding things as a trauma response, mentions to past trauma (non-specific)

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You loved to dote. Gifts, compliments, adoration. You loved to dote on your partners. You always had. Alec hadn’t quite known what to do with that when the two of you first got together. While he was incredibly loving, it took a while for him to grow comfortable enough to reciprocate. Sure, he’d gotten you flowers and held your hand walking to and from dates and things, but in terms of true and unadulterated affection? Well, that took a hot minute. 

And you were fine with it being that way. In some ways you even preferred it. You’d never been huge on physical touch, and receiving gifts? Even small ones were not within your comfort wheelhouse. 

And when Alec started bringing you home trinkets and gifts from work, or just because he could with his new promotion, well, you weren’t sure how to handle it. It had gotten to the point where you had started withdrawing from Alec, shrinking back from cuddles and only allowing small pecks on the cheek or the lips. 

The two of you still lived separately for now as this was all still relatively new and he had his daughter to take care of. In a panic one day you had shoved all his trinkets and gifts into a trunk under the end of your bed. You got things out if he was planning to come over for dinner, but other than that they stayed locked away where you didn’t have to think about it.

That lasted for a little while before you’d begun to heal. Bit by bit you started to deprogram yourself from making those responsive choices. Now, you had the items out, decorating your rental place and while they still made you vaguely uncomfortable to look at, you just kept reminding yourself that while you felt you didn’t deserve the love and the kindness, the gifts were reminders that you received it anyway. In some small degree of hope, you thought that with prolonged exposure to them, you might grow to have different opinions. After all, if Alec didn’t think you deserved them, he wouldn’t have got them for you, would he? 

“What’s wrong, love?” Alec asked, snapping you completely out of your thoughts. The two of you were at dinner, enjoying a meal that wasn’t the Broadchurch standard of fish and chips. You’d never understand why Alec didn’t like chips. They were a food staple. At least in your opinion, anyway.

You held the little square box in your hands, ribbon still tied over the top. Alec was looking nervous. Today was your anniversary, and he’d just handed you your gift. It felt like a weapon, sitting there in its soft silk ribboned wrapping. It felt like it was a grenade about to explode in your face. You hoped Alec didn’t notice that particular expression as you weren’t always good at schooling your expressions. 

“Nothing, darling,” you responded with a stiff smile. “It’s fine, this is good.” You’re not sure if you’re trying to convince him or yourself. 

Alec frowns, starting to fidget uncomfortably. 

“If you don’t want it, I can- erm, I can take it back.” You’re pretty sure you’re not imagining the hurt in his tone. He reaches out to brush your wrist and you yank your hand away as though you’d been burned. Alec looked away, shrinking back in his seat. He puts his hands in his lap, no doubt fidgeting with them there.

“No- I,” you chew on your lip hard enough to break the skin. “I don’t deserve this?” It’s phrased like a question, but- in actual fact, you mean it as a statement. You don’t deserve this. Gifts like this? Especially expensive big declarations-of-love-gifts. 

“What d’you mean?” Alec asks, making eye contact with you. The look on his face was heartbreaking. “Course you do. And it’s not about ‘deserve’, anyway.”

You averted eye contact, feeling much akin to a turtle wanting to hide in its shell. You felt tears springing up in the corners of your eyes and Alec was suddenly beside you, concern evident on his features. 

“Shit, are you alright? Maybe it was too much. I just thought- Y’ken, it’s our anniversary.” 

You were doing your best to keep the tears from falling, though one escaped anyway. Alec wiped it away with a soft tut.

“I’m sorry,” you say. “I’m just- I’m not great with gifts. I don’t know how to process them?” Again, not a question of itself, but a question begging for Alec’s understanding. 

“I see,” was his response. You dared to make eye contact. His expression was thoughtful. You could almost see the cogs turning in his mind's eye. 

“How long’s this been goin’ on then, eh?” He asks. You should have known he’d have some sort of training in understanding trauma responses. 

“Uh, for a while.” 

“Mm,” Alec hums. “Y’could have told me, love.” 

You shrug, nudging your way into his side softly. A silent plea. He wraps an arm around you and presses a kiss to the side of your head. Of course, Alec does. Alec always knows exactly what’s going to make you feel better. 

“Alright, forget the gift, eh? Let's just eat. ‘M starvin, aren’t you?” 

You’re not really all that hungry, but you nod. Grateful for the way he surreptitiously scoops up the box on his way back to his seat. He sits down again, pocketing the box. 

He doesn’t bring the box up again, not anytime soon, anyway. He doesn’t return it to the store though. 

Alec keeps the gift safe and sound. He gives it back to you one day a couple of years later- when you’ve worked through some of your trauma and he knows that he can gift it to you without incident. 

It’s a necklace with an ‘A’ in the centre. It’s gorgeous, and you wear it with love from that day on. It serves as a reminder of all you’ve overcome both individually but also as a couple as well. Alec’s heart swells with love every time he sees it glint in the sun. 

He really does adore you. You never have to question that again.