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jaebeomsbitch · 7 months

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The Princess and Eggplant (E.M.)

Summary: Your boyfriend happens to be a foot taller than you...or Eddie is afraid to stick it all the way in, afraid to hurt you

Warnings: Minors DNI, size kink, pure smut

Pairings: Boyfriend!Eddie x Girlfriend!Reader

A/N: watching Sex and the City and couldn’t stop thinking about the size difference between Carrie and Aidan. As a 5'1 they/them I'm drooling. Literally finished this a while ago but couldn't find a good gif, I'm gonna start making my own banners

Like Eddie holding you up, your thighs wrapped around his waist, his big hands on your ass. His tongue in your mouth as he kisses you more and more aggressively until you can’t breath and your head is spinning. The way he manhandles you, impaling his thick cock inside you as he grits his teeth trying to control himself from being too rough. But his cock only fits half way and you’re clinging onto his shoulders moaning like a ghost in a haunted house.

You heave for air as his cock knocks the wind out of you. He lays you out on the bed, your hair fanning out as he yanks you to the edge of the bed.

“Fuck sweetheart” he groans looking at the way his cock disappears inside of you. His neck straining as he holds himself back.

“More Eddie, fuck give me more” you gasp, your nails digging into his back.

“S-shit baby, don’t wanna hurt you” he grunts, slowly pulling out and back halfway in. As he refuses to go deeper, his eyes already rolling back as your tight velvet walls grip onto him.

“Please Eddie” you whine, pressing the heels of your feet into his ass forcing him deeper into you. Your jaw slacks as you’re stretched open by your boyfriend.

“S-shit s-so fucking big” you moan pressing your chest into his.

“F-fuck you’re gonna kill me” he groans voice higher pitched then normal. He hisses, teeth clenched tightly as he tries to remain still. However you don’t give him the chance, you dig your feet deeper into his pale ass. Pushing him inch by inch slowly into you until his hips are flush with your ass.

Eddie knows that he needs to be the one to slow down, but it's hard when you feel this good - especially when you're moaning like that. He hasn’t even moved and yet you’re already cock drunk. You’re drooling and moaning incoherently as Eddie’s cock fits like a puzzle piece inside you, nice and deep.your pussy struggles to accommodate the stretch. Your walls pulse around him almost like it’s trying to push Eddie out.

His arms shake as he shallowly thrusts into you, little grunts leaving his lips.

“Fuck Princess, so fucking tight” he whines.

“S-shit it’s like you’re fucking choking my cock” he grunts out, looking at the slight bulge in your lower stomach every time he slides back in. The sight is enough to make him cum right then and there.

“F-fuck fuck fuck ohhhh fuck” you moan underneath him trying to grind into him but his grip on your hips tightens. You know he’s gonna leave bruises on you but you fucking love it. Love that he’s practically whimpering “princess” under his breath like a broken record, like he needs to burn the feeling and imagine in his head.

“More, Eddie please-” you whine, your pussy pulsing around him desperately trying to drag him back in. He shakes his head vehemently, his jaw tight as he grinds his teeth. No girl could ever take his full cock before and much less someone so petite.

“So fucking perfect Princess. Your pussy’s taking me so fucking good. Fucking stretching out to fit my cock baby” he grunts out starting to lose his reserve. His hips move slightly faster as he feels the burn deep in his gut.

“Made f’you Eds” you nod, eyebrows pinched together as he pulls the rubber band tighter. You flex your stomach trying to keep it together. Your moans getting louder as his his resolve starts to slack more and more.

It isn’t long until he’s snapping his hips into yours looking like a man possessed. He’s fucking feral, hair wild, pupils blown out, neck flexed. His whole body is tense as he pounds into you fast and hard completely breaking you down.

You’re more than cock drunk at this point. Babbling gibberish, writhing under him, pulling at the sheets, your eyes closed shut as you’re in your own little world taking Eddie’s thick cock.

“Jesus fucking Christ” Eddie moans at the sight of you. Most girls would’ve cried in pain, he always needed at least an hour of stretching and foreplay to get half way in and yet here you are taking it.

“M’gonna cum!” You cry, stomach flexing harder, your muscles tightening almost painfully.

“Fuck- cum on my cock, Princess,” he pants, his balls slapping into your ass, hand pressing into your stomach feeling the bulge of his cock.

“Ohh fuck- fuck- fuckkk fuckkk” you all but scream as you let go. You tremble under Eddie’s body, face contorted, jaw slacked, drool dripping down your chin. It’s like you’re high and drunk at the same time.

“That’s it Princess milk my fucking cock. Taking me so well, begging for my fucking cum” he grunts. His eyes rolling back as he clenched his jaw and comes hard. Thick white ropes paint your velvet walls already dripping down to your ass. Your pussy too small to accommodate both his cock and cum.

“Shit” he heaves, slowly pulling out not trying to hurt you further.

“I’m not gonna be able to walk am I?” You groan as he nuzzles into your neck.

He chuckles,”probably not.”

“You’re the worst” you mumble lightly nipping his bottom lip.

“Not what you were yelling two seconds ago” he murmurs against your lips. That’s dimpled grin on his face as he presses for a kiss and another and another.

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sweetbuckybarnes · 5 months

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Who is This? - Bucky x Reader

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Bucky had a wife during the 40s, she was left heartbroken after the telegram arrived (missing, presumed dead). It's surprising when 80 years later, she was working behind a bar in Madripoor of all places!

Masterlist | Series Masterlist | Part 2

Bucky followed Sam and Zemo into a loud bar, he immediately wanted to turn around and go home, why had Zemo demanded he go back to being the Winter Soldier (even if it was one night)?

The sound of heavy drums and guitars also deafened his hearing, a song he had come to learn was The Wild Boy by a band called Duran Duran. A few bartenders and waitresses were walking around, there was only one who stuck out to him - a dark-haired young woman who reminded him too much of his departed wife.

His heart breaks even more, thinking of the woman he had left behind, his girl. The love of his life. Bucky doesn't think he will ever 'get over' her.

The way the young woman walked, carrying a tray of empty glasses (before being tossed an empty bottle by a patron), was so similar to the way his girl walked in the hole-in-the-wall diner she worked in.

She wasn't quick enough to duck under the bar before they got to the door leading upstairs (which was coincidentally next to the bar), Zemo was talking to the bouncer. "Excuse me, gentlemen," the young woman said, squeezing between the back of Zemo and the front of Bucky. Which is when he got a good look at her face.

There she was.

His girl. His wife.

He couldn't even say anything to her, as he was taken upstairs and away from his girl. He could only hope he would be allowed back in at the end of the night to see her.

Y/N Barnes made her way behind the bar, glancing up at the TV where the Kansas City Chiefs were currently playing the Buffalo Bills at Arrowhead Stadium, then down at her phone which showed the live score of the Dodgers game against the San Francisco Giants.

She had been a long-time Dodgers girl, even after she found out they had moved from Brooklyn to Los Angeles.

"Did you see the way he was looking at you?" Yasmine asked, pushing a dry Martini in front of a 26-year-old woman.

Y/N looked up from the glasses she was putting in the dishwasher. "Huh? What are you talking about?"

"One of the men who went upstairs. The way he was looking at you," Yasmine fans her hand for dramatic effect. "I would drop my panties for him in a millisecond."

"Like you don't do that every night."

Yasmine rolled her eyes and served the next half-drunk who had come to the bar.

"Don't listen to her," Anastasia told her, rolling her eyes as Yasmine flirted with her current flavour of the week.

"It's not often I do, darling," Y/N replied, fiddling with Anastasia's curls for a second, before spotting a patron. "What can I get for you, darling?"

He hung off the bar, obviously far too drunk to understand what was going on. "Another beer and your phone number," he slurred.

She shook her head, reaching over and grabbing him another beer. As far as the boss of the bar (whoever that was) was concerned unless they were unconscious- why should you stop serving them? Y/N thought it wasn't right, but no matter how often she voiced this - she was shut down.

She set the beer in front of him and then went to the register to add it to his bill (good thing she currently has his credit card behind the bar).

"Oi, sweet cheeks!" He calls, but Y/N doesn't pay attention looking over at Yasmine and Anastasia with a raised eyebrow. "Sweet cheeks! I asked for your number."

Y/N replied by simply raising her hand proudly displaying her engagement and wedding rings to the drunk. It was only a small diamond (given Bucky worked on the docks before he was deployed), and the plain band she inherited from her great-grandmother.

"What's the matter with that 'un?" He hiccups. "He got you costume jewellery or somethin'?"

Y/N shook her head. "I'm going into the back for a moment," she tells Aidan.

Little did the drunk patron know, all those years ago, this was the date she was handed the telegraph - putting in such blunt words. Her James was missing, they presumed him to be dead. It breaks her heart that they never got to have a proper funeral.

"You alright, honey?" Elizabeth (another one of the waitresses) asked, she had been outside on her break. Elizabeth was the only one who knew her true age and about her James.

"It's the day I found out James was missing," Y/N said, before bursting into more tears.

Elizabeth wrapped Y/N up in a hug, everyone oblivious to the fact that Y/N's presumed dead husband was now running through the bar, flocked by Sam and Zemo, and into the alley behind the bar.

When Bucky was sure Zemo, Sam and Sharon were asleep, he slipped out of the safe house and into the night - determined to find out if the woman he saw in the bar was that of his (presumably? should be?) dead wife.

He eventually made his way to the front door of the bar, the bouncers had long since gone home. He could see lights on in the building and just about make out words being spoken thanks to the Super Soldier serum running through his veins.

He grasped the handle and gave it a push, the door hadn't been locked, as it gave beneath the slight push.

He could see three young women sitting on the bar, a man who was counting the money from the register and another man who was dancing.

The young woman sitting closest to the bar, had golden curls hanging around her head. "Mark, you didn't lock the door!"

The man dancing, Mark, looked over at Bucky, eyes widening when he saw the size of Bucky. "I say we just serve him, then lock the door behind him."

As the bartenders and waitress argued amongst themselves, Bucky's eyes never left the woman in the middle. It looked as if she had been crying. "Babydoll?"

The woman stopped giggling, tipping her head back to normal and looked at him, before dropping her glass as tears welled up in her eyes. "James?"

The curly-haired woman gasped, setting her glass down and giving Y/N a push off the bar.

Bucky held his arms out to catch her as her feet landed on the floor. He couldn't stop looking at her big eyes, he'd always loved her big expressive eyes. He always knew how she was feeling by just a look in her eyes.

"James? Is that you?" Her hand came out slowly, and shakily, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing in front of her.

"Hi, babydoll," Bucky smiled, tears starting to fall down his cheeks, a heavy sob held tightly in his chest at the moment in time. As soon as her fingers met his skin, Bucky let out a heavy sigh of relief, reaching over and pulling her into his arms. Y/N's arms dug themselves away from his chest and up around his neck before her hand soon started fiddling with his hair.

The couple stood there for a moment, finally finding their slice of peace. Some came barging into the bar, and the dark-haired woman who had been sitting on the other side of Y/N practically demanded Mark lock the door before the Hounds of Baskerville came in.

Y/N was so happy to finally have her James back in her arms, but there was a whirling sound she couldn't let go. "What's that noise?"

Bucky looked from his wife to his arm and back to his bride. "I'll explain everything to you later, but... I lost my arm, and I now have a prosthetic one," he tells her, letting go of her for a moment so he could take his glove off and show her the black and gold Vibranium one he had made.

"Ok, James. It's a good thing you gave me this," she reached beneath her top and pulled a ring out from beneath, hanging from a chain. "Before you were deployed."

Bucky smiled, cupping her face so he could kiss her. Bucky pulled away chuckling a little. "Babydoll, will you please put my ring back on?"

She reached behind her to unclasp the chain, and slid Bucky's band off, "if it doesn't fit we'll get it resized."

"I don't care what size it is, as long as you put my ring back where it belongs," Bucky almost growled, a piece of him falling back into place with the ring back on his finger.

The next morning - Sam, Zemo and Sharon came into the living room, seeing Bucky sleeping on the sofa (Sam was expecting this, after being told by Steve), however, there was a lump lying next to Bucky they didn't recognise.

Sam slowly makes his way over, gently easing down the thick blanket lying over Bucky and the lump.

Lying there, practically on top of the 'bionic staring machine' was a young woman.

"Did he somehow pick up a girl?" Sam whispered. Sam and Sharon were trying to be quiet - however, Zemo (who didn't care) started clattering around the kitchen, causing Bucky to wake up in a start, which then caused the young woman to look up with tired owl-like eyes.

"What the hell is going on?" Bucky nearly demanded, keeping his arms wrapped around his companion.

Sam raised his eyebrow. "I could ask you the same question, Barnes?" Sam looked at the young woman in Bucky's arms. "Who is this?"

Bucky looked down at her, Sam watched as a smile grew on his face. "This is Y/N. Y/N Barnes. My wife."

#bucky fic #bucky barnes x reader #james buchanan barnes #bucky x reader #sam wilson #sharon carter #baron zemo #takes place in the falcon and the winter soldier #this had been going around in my head for DAYS!!!#1k #2k

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messers-moony · 2 years

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Summer | A.G

Pairing: Aidan Gallagher X Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader has a surprise for Aidan while he’s filming season three of The Umbrella Academy.

Aidan was in the middle of a live stream when he got the call; he didn’t think twice before answering even if he was in the middle of a Patreon stream, “ Hi, love. “

“ Guess what! “ The girl through the phone yelled, and he chuckled, “ What's up? “

She laughed, “ School is over, and summer is here! “

The stream's chat only kept going faster while his smile grew, “ I’m aware of that, my love. However, I’ll be taking summer classes as per usual. “ He replied.

“ I know! I have a fantastic surprise, sweet. “ The girl informed, and he laughed, “ Are you going to do all my summer classes? “ He teased.

“ Maybe? “ She replied, and he finally noticed the stream was still on, “ Hey, love can I call you back? “

She nodded but remembered he couldn’t see it, “ Oh shit! You’re live right now. I am so sorry! “

“ It’s okay. I’ll call you later, alright? “ Aidan asked, “ Yes, sir! Love you. “ She answered.

He smiled, “ Love you too. Bye. “

The smile on his face was hard to miss. It was bigger than everyone had ever seen except for his girlfriend, who he was just on the phone with. He set his phone down on the table and scanned the chat. It was filled with people asking who the person on the phone was.

“ So the important question now, who was on the phone. “ He laughed, “ The person on the phone is someone very close to my heart. They’re amazing, and that’s why you guys don’t know who they are yet. “

“ All you need to know. “ Aidan began, “ Is that she makes me extremely happy, and I feel contempt right now. “

To say the chat went wild would be an understatement, but he didn’t answer any more questions about the call or the girl he referenced. It was upsetting, but he needed to keep his private life separate from everything else. She agreed to be careful about the relationship. Not wholly hidden, but not entirely out there.

The cast for the Umbrella Academy knew about her. They’ve seen her and adored her. Aidan was on FaceTime with her when she met Emmy and Robert. They instantly lifted her day when she was going through a rough patch with school. But Robert seemed to do the trick, making her laugh.

Another week passed, and yet Aidan still didn’t know what the surprise was. It was a typical day on set. He started out in hair and makeup. Then got dressed and began filming scenes. He was unbelievably tired and just fatigued. The only thing that seemed to keep him going was her.

Her melodic laughter. Her jaw-dropping smile that melted his heart. The way words rolled off her tongue in such a satisfying manner. The deepness and thought she put into every single word. The way she has a thinking face before speaking, which she claims to be writing her ‘script’.

Suddenly a coffee was shoved in his face, “ Thanks. “ He stated, not even looking up at the person; he didn’t feel like talking.

It was when the person cupped both his cheeks and lifted his head did he finally get a good look at them, “ You okay, love? “ It was her.

For a minute, he didn’t say anything; he just starred as he sat in his seat. Carefully he set the cup of coffee on the ground beside his chair and pulled her impossibly close to him. His head laid on her lower stomach and his arms around her lower back. Breathing in the scent of her perfume, he loved so much.

“ I’m just fatigued. “ He replied, and she smiled, pulling away to look at him in the face, “ That’s normal. However, your surprise is finally here. “ Y/n stated.

“ Best surprise I’ve ever had. “ Aidan smiled, “ Now… will you do my school work? “

She scoffed, “ Absolutely not. I have my own school work. “

“ Why are you taking summer classes? “ He queried, “ I may have or may not have been accepted into a college near my house. “ Y/n answered with a cheeky smile.

“ I'm proud of you, love. So proud of you. “ Aidan murmured, holding her close again, “ Thank you. However, it’s a lot, and I’m a tad bit stressed. Which is why I’m taking my entire summer to spend with you in Toronto. “

Immediately he pulled back with a sparkle in his eye, “ What?! “

“ Surprise! “ Y/n announced, and he stood up to hug her properly, “ The entire summer? You’re staying the whole summer? “ Aidan questioned.

She nodded, “ Yes, love. The entire summer. “

“ I love you so much. “ He replied.

He took her cheeks in his and placed his lips on hers. It felt like it had been years since he had done so. Spending months away from his partner brought out a clingy and affectionate side of him he didn’t even know he had. She wasn’t complaining in the slightest. Finally, summer had arrived.

#aidan gallagher #aidan gallagher x reader #aidan gallagher imagine #aidan gallagher x you #aidan gallagher x y/n #five hargreeves #five hargreeves imagine #five hargreeves fluff #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves x you #tua #tua au #tua netflix #nicky harper #nicky harper x y/n #nicky harper x reader

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topguncortez · 1 year

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Ghosts | Prologue

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♰ synopsis: Word has traveled about the events at the Seresin wedding.

♰ pairing: Bob Floyd x female!Reader

♰ word count: 1.3k

♰ warnings: death, cursing, mentions of gun selling

Ireland, 3 years ago

It was one of the surprisingly nice days in Dublin. The thick dark gray clouds had rolled back to let the sun shine through. You had woken to the sound of the birds and little hands gently hitting your face. Your eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the bright light of your bedroom. Sitting in bed next to you was your little boy, enthralled with a book in his hands.

“Morning, my love,” You said, your voice still thick with sleep.

“Morning, mummy,” Cian said back to you.

You wrapped your arms around his little waist, and pulled him down to lay next to you. He let out a squeal followed by those precious giggles as you pressed kisses all over his face and tickled him lightly. You let out a sigh in content as he settled in next to you, laying his head on your chest. He picked up his book again, a beat up copy of ‘Where the Wild Things Are’, flipping through the pages as if he understood the words. You hummed a lullaby as you ran your fingers through his soft sandy brown curls that matched a very familiar head of hair.

It seemed as though every day the little boy looked more and more like his father. Cian had almost bleach blonde hair until he was about a year old, and then it slowly started to turn darker. His ocean blue eyes and strong nose were almost identical to his father. The way he talked, already sophisticated for a three year old, sounded just like him too. You were certain that if you had stayed together and raised Cian with him, Cian would’ve developed a southern twang in his speech. Cian was a constant reminder of what you had left behind.

“What do you want to do today?” You asked your son.

“Go to the park?” Cian asked softly and you nodded.

You gently detangled yourself from him, swinging your legs over the side of the bed. Cian crawled off the bed and followed you into the bathroom. The two of you booth stood at the sink, Cian on his stepstool next to you, as you brushed your teeth. Occasionally you would send a goofy smile over to him, making him giggle. His giggle was a sound that could play forever and you’d never tire of it. When you were finished brushing your teeth and washing your face, you walked back into your room, heading for your closet, Cian right on your heels.

“Mo scáth beag,” You said to him and he just smiled. You helped Cian get dressed, he insisted on his dinosaur shirt today. You listened as he rattled off facts about dinosaurs as you finished getting yourself ready.

The two of you walked hand in hand down the grand staircase of the house, smiling at the butlers and maids as you passed. Cian always greeted them, knowing some of them by name. It made you smile having such a kind, soft boy. Another inherited trait from his father.

The second that Cian’s foot crossed the threshold of the dining room, he was sprinting towards his uncle, your older brother, Aidan. Aidan picked him up and twirled him around in a circle. You glanced over to your father, Galen, seeing him deep in conversation with someone over the phone. You trained your ears to try and listen to what he was saying, but he was speaking quickly in Italian.

“Oi! Aidan, put the boy down!” Your mother, Maeve, scolded.

Aidan obeyed and set your son down on his feet, “Look what you did, ceann beag,” he said, “Got us in trouble!”

“No, Uncle Aidan!” Cian shook his head, a bright smile on his face. He skipped over to the other side of the table, where your younger brother, Cillian was sitting, scrolling through his iPad, more than likely checking the stock market. Cillian’s favorite thing in the world was watching stocks, which was what made him so good at his job with the family. He ran all the marketing reports, took care of the stocks, and made sure that the family was making a profit off of selling guns. Aidan was the businessman, the sweet talker, the one who set-up the deal, while Cillian was the one to secure it.

You smiled at your family, watching as your mother placed various plates of food down on the mahogany table. Despite having chefs to cook for her, she always insisted on making breakfast. Pancakes, muffins, bacon, eggs, you name it, it was probably on the breakfast table.

“Who is Da talking to?” You asked, noticing that your father had started to pace the floor. Maeve sat a plate of muffins and fruit in front of Cian, and the little boy quickly reached for one, “Eh! Let Uncle Cillian help you,” You scolded. The little boy wrinkled his nose and sat back in his chair.

“Call from the Brits,” Maeve said, taking a sip of her coffee, “Something happened at the Seresin Wedding.”

Your heart stopped at the mention of the last name. You knew of the wedding that was happening, everyone in their world did. It was a big deal that Rafael Santiago had trusted another man to marry his daughter after everything that had happened. You were always on high alert when the last name was mentioned, knowing that a part of their family was living in your house. You looked over at your son, who was happily munching on a muffin, and then to Aidan.

“I-is he. . .”

“Not sure,” Aidan said, “It was an attack on Jake and his bride, Athena, I think they call her.”

“Oh god,” You said, feeling nauseated. Suddenly the weight of all your decisions felt like it was crashing down on your shoulders. Your knees started to shake as you gripped the chair in front of you. Maeve noticed your face grow pale, as she moved over to you quickly.

“Let’s take a seat,” She said. You nodded and let her pull out a chair for you to sit down in, “Deep breath,” She handed you a glass of water, “Drink. Calm yourself, you can not let Cian see this side of you.”

There was an unspoken rule when it came to being a parent, and it was to never let your child see you become weak. The life you lived was not an easy one, and it certainly wasn’t normal. There was no room for weakness, especially as a parent. You had to be on alert all the time. You never knew what monsters lurked in the dark, waiting for the chance to get their revenge.

Galen had joined the family, a look of worry on his face as he approached you and your mother. His face held no emotion, but his eyes always told the story. He placed a hand on his wife’s shoulder, gaining her attention.

“Is everything alright?” Maeve asked her husband, rising to her feet.

“No,” Galen sighed, “The Santiago girl is dead, and so is Jake.”

The room went silent, all eyes looking at Galen. Even Cian, who had been munching away on some eggs, set his fork down, noticing the sudden tension in the room. Without word, your nanny walked over and grabbed the little boy, whispering a promise of lemon cake as they left. When Cian was out of the room, Cillian and Aidan joined around you and your parents.

“I don’t know much,” Galen started off, knowing his kids well enough to know they had a thousand and one questions to ask, “The details were fuzzy, but Athena was killed during the ceremony, and Jake took his own life after.”

“Rafael? The boys?” Maeve asked.

“Unharmed,” Galen answered, “They caught the assailant, he’s dead.”

“And Bob?” You asked, not even thinking as the words left your lips.

Galen clenched his jaw, setting his hands on his hips, “He’s the head of the family, now.”

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Translation: (this might not be perfect cause I used google)

‘Mo scáth beag’ - my little shadow

‘ceann beag’ - little one

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aidansplaguewind · 9 months

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would you ever take RPF reqs? like aidan x reader?

No, I'm sorry. I haven't written anything, period, in forever. I just haven't felt like it. And reader fic has never been something I've written. I don't even read them. I find it hard to get into something where you keep seeing (your name).

I can't say I never will write one because I never say never. I could get a wild hair up my ass one day and it suddenly sounds like a good idea. But I'm not doing any requests for it and giving myself an obligation to complete.

#anon

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luna-writes-stuff · 3 years

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Fics have a summary in the masterlists. Headcanons do not. * Female Reader + Male reader (If not specified; GN!Reader)

Multiple characters (headcanons):

- The type of person my favorite characters would fall in love with (with Merry, Pippin, Boromir, Éomer, Éowyn, Fili, Kili, Thorin, Bilbo, Tauriel)

- How would the Durins react to their s/o cutting their hair? (with Thorin, Fili and Kili)

Find the Kili fics on Wattpad! Kili Durin: - Kili in a forbidden relationship * - Kili learning his s/o to use a bow and arrow would include... - Mixed signals with Fili (platonic Kili x reader) * - Crushing on Kili while dating Aidan Turner * - Kili with a pyrokinetic s/o - Kili with a s/o who loves physical touch * - Kili with an s/o who had a kid pre-relationship (with blurbs)

- Kili with an intimidating s/o who is affectionate in private

- Starcrossed Losers series Summary: Where the sole survivor of the Asha race, seeks revenge to the dragon who burned her home to the ground. When coming in contact with the old pilgrim, Gandalf the Grey, she gets thrown into the company of thirteen dwarves and a rather uncomfortable hobbit. While culture clashes against each other harshly, a young dwarf can't help but feel gravitated towards the strange girl. She hates his uncle with her guts, and he knows, yet he cannot seem to escape his eyes from observing her from afar, knowing she was his one the moment she set foot into the wild.

- Birthday Cake * Summary: You have always enjoyed baking and Kili loves to join when you're in the kitchen. Your birthday is coming up and Kili wants to surprise you with baking you a cake. Only his surprise doesn't truly stay a surprise. - Stupid Things * Summary: Kili has been pining over you for months, but you cannot take a hint. When his feelings accidentally slip out one night, you think he's joking and start laughing at him. He gets embarrased and flustered, eventually leading up to him truly confessing. - Little Thief Summary: Kili has finally been taken by the meetings. You grow bored and seek dessert after dinner. Upon finding a little dwarfling attempting to steal cake, you help him. Chaos ensues.

- Faith Summary: Kili has never been scared of anything. Not until he met you. The minute he set his eyes on you, he knew you were his One. But he grew scared of rejection and never told you. But now, five months after reclaiming Erebor, he finally takes his shot. And it ends up in the cutest way possible.

- Obvious* Summary: Getting used to living inside the mountain had been difficult for you. Even more with the incredibly cold temperatures. When the cold wakes you up earlier than Kili one morning, you decide to snuggle into him for extra warmth, to which he wakes up. Fluff ensues.

- POV Summary: Kili had expected that the teasing about his stubble would have stoppen when Erebor got reclaimed, but much to his disappointment; it didn’t. And it became too overbearing for him. So he runs to his room to let go of faking for once. And that is where you find him. And you will not leave until he feels better.

- A Moment Of Solace* Summary: When Thorin keeps mentioning Kili’s injuries he suffered during the battle of the five armies, the dwarf retreats to his chamber, trying to heal his wounds even quicker. You find him there, and help him take care of himself.

- Your Forever Summary: Kili was never meant to fall for you, but he couldn't help himself. He was the one who managed to cheer you up whenever you did not feel like it. He made you a version of yourself you could have never imagined. And now, you lost him.

- Destined For One Another Summary: You and Kili have known each other for as long as either of you know, but when friendship begins to blossom into something more, you remain oblivious to his actions. Up until Fili points it out.

- Nervous Confessions Summary: When you are the first one to confess to Kili and give him your courting gift, anxieties take over. Thankfully, Fili is there to help you. And all with good consequences.

- She Loves Me Summary: Sweet moments of your relationship with Kili while having a child pre-relationship. Includes both headcanons and blurbs.

- Doubtful Proposals * Summary: Kili knew he wanted to marry you the day he met you, yet he knew he needed to be patient. And when he finally decided that it was time to propose, all insecurities begin building up. He knows as a member of the royal family, he has certain rules to follow. And those rules make him uncertain of his future with you. But, as Bofur discovers his bead one day, he might not have a choice but to simply state that which has been bothering him.

-Wildest Dreams Summary: From the moment he met you, he knew he wanted to marry you. And from the moment you saw him, you knew you’d let him. But growing older wasn’t fun. Especially when you were promised to another. And now you and Kili have to deal with the aftermath of it.

-Right Where You Left Me Summary: Pt.2 of Wildest Dreams. After your marriage with Fili, Kili begins to distance himself. After weeks, it becomes to much for you and you go to seek him out. A bittersweet moment of mutual pining is shared, before you finally part ways.

Fili Durin: - Fili giving you a book bouquet - Training with Fili would include... - Fili with an s/o that overworks * - Being in an arranged marriage with Fili would include... * - Fili and his s/o mutually pining over each other - Mixed signals with Fili (Platonic Kili x reader) * - Fili with an autistic s/o - Fili crushing on his s/o - Fili with a s/o who enjoys singing - Your wedding day with Fili (his pov)

- Into You* Summary: You and Fili have been courting for a year now and you decided to join the quest to Erebor. Fili was hesitant at first, but eventually let you join him. The fic shows the events that happened during the journey.

- Needy* Summary: Upon reclaiming the mountain, the inhabitant begin gossiping and spreading rumors about you, causing you to feel unsafe. One evening, you accidentally reveal those doubts and thoughts to Fili, but force him not to do anything about it, as you should be the one to handle it. As middle ground, Fili intends to show you how much he exactly loves you.

- Fake Smile* Summary: When the role of your marriage with Fili begins to take too much of a toll on you, you run away from one of the royal parties, breaking down in your shared chambers. The millions of thoughts flow through your head, up until Fili enters the room.

- Everyone In The Room Summary: Fili never got jealous. Until you spend a little too much time with someone he doesn’t know. And it leads him to confess some hidden feelings. Ones that you were too blind to see.

-Everything Has Changed * Summary: All day, Fili has been waiting for you. Longing for you. And when you finally return to your chambers after a day out with Kili, all Fili truly wants to do is hold you and share memories with you.

Thorin Oakenshield: - Thorin with a s/o who has insomnia - Thorin leaving for Erebor * - Artificial Intelligence AU with Thorin - Thorin taking care of his sick s/o - Thorin coming home to his wife * - Thorin with a s/o who's a witch + - Soulmate AU (Seeing grey until meeting soulmate) *

- My Hair* Summary: When arriving at the town hall in Laketown, Thorin seeks you out, asking you to fix the braids the journey messed up. Yet, as you obey his order with love, things slowly begin to escalate.

- Time With You Summary: Thorin tends to forget the people around him once it comes to royal duties, and at first you were fine with it. But as the days grow longer, you express your concern to Dis. Unable to help herself, she discusses it with her sons, who are keen on the idea of letting you and Thorin spend some quality time together again.

- All Of My Love Summary: When the company finally reclaims Erebor, you set out on the travel to the kingdom to meet with your husband again. However, upon a arrival, you notice that a lot more is on his mind than he tends to let on. You try to comfort him the best you can.

Bagginshield: - The Mistletoe Mission Summary: When Christmas tends to get a bit more hostile, you and Fili try to lighten the mood with a mistletoe. Only question is, how will you get both Thorin and Bilbo under that thing?

Aragorn: - Learning to wield a sword (including Éowyn x reader) * - Being suddenly transported into Middle-Earth

- Daydreamin'* Summary: You have known Aragorn for a while now, and as his journey around Middle-Earth begins, you have been the only thing he could think of. He starts recounting the moments with you as his heart finally make its decision for him. This is just pure fluff.

- True Love* Summary: You spend Christmas Day with your dearest boyfriend, purely admiring him. Three hobbits ruin a cake, but it’s really a subplot. It leads to adorable moments.

- Gondorian Tales Summary: Having to aid your husband in his ruling of Gondor can be quite exhausting, and all you really wanted to do as soon as you entered your chamber was to fall asleep. But when you hear Aragorn arrive not much later with a gift from a citizen, you propose for him to read you a chapter. Something that would eventually lead up to a new habit.

-Paper Rings Summary: The night before the wedding is meant to be spend apart from each other. But the rooms are cold alone, and you find yourself longing for Aragorn more. And when you do encounter him, you find he has insecurities of his own to deal with.

- Francesca Summary: When you joined the fellowship, it was in order to protect the ring bearer. You had never been in a true fight, nor had you ever slain anyone before. Your first battle had been a gruesome one, and you struggle to compose yourself afterwards. Aragorn comes to your room to comfort you.

Éowyn: - Learning to wield a sword (including Aragorn x reader) * - Éowyn with a s/o who's a healer - Braiding headcanons with Éowyn * - Cooking (and failing) with Éowyn - Being with Éowyn as Legolas' sibling

Frodo Baggins: - Be alright Summary: Frodo seems to be unable of getting any sleep after the quest to destroy the Ring. So you spent the evening talking to him, unknowingly lulling him into sleep eventually. This is just pure fluff.

Peregrin Took: - Kiss Her You Fool* Summary: When the War of the Ring is finally over, Pippin decides that he should finally tell you how he had felt about you. For nearly as long as he'd known. He wanted you by his side for the rest of his life and he knew it. All he had to do was let you know.

- Hopelessly Devoted To You* Summary: When Merry manages to stumble into you on a Friday night, his cousin becomes entranced by you. And from the moment he first saw you, he knew he had to see you ago. And so Pippin does everything in his mind to lay his eyes on you once more.

Meriadoc Brandybuck: - Dance To This* Summary: You and Merry decide to stay home while the Green Dragon Inn is having another party. Because of your future baby, you cannot accept the alcohol, and Pippin would notice. And Pippin had yet to know of your pregnancy. So you and Merry dance to the music of the tavern from your own garden, spending a nice afternoon together.

#tolkien #lotr #lord of the rings #the hobbit #eowyn #aragorn #kili #fili #fili and kili #thorin oakenshield #kili x reader #fili x reader #thorin x reader #thorin oakenshield x reader #eowyn x reader #aragorn x reader

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misscarolineshelby · 3 years

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The Last Semester – Part Six

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Words: 1,156

Warning: Age Gap, Cliffhanger

Original Blog: @queenshelby

Previous Parts: Part One; Part Two; Part Three*; Part Four*; Part Five*

*SMUT, NSFW

Back in Dublin

It was 9am on Friday morning that Cillian arrived at Dublin airport and his brother Patrick had kindly offered to pick him up.

‘How was the flight brother?’ Patrick asked, knowing that the weather had been terrible for the past few days now with heavy winds and rain.

‘Turbulent’ Cillian responded just as he was turning his mobile phone back on and texted you, telling you that he had arrived safely after you were worried about the weather warning.

A second later you responded, evidently having waited for his text message and Patrick couldn’t help himself but look over Cillian’s shoulder as he noticed the wide smile across his brother’s face.

‘Who is Y/N?’ Patrick then asked and Cillian put away his phone quickly.

‘None of your business’ Cillian chuckled.

‘She must be special if you send her an emoji’ Patrick laughed.

‘Fuck off’ Cillian said playfully, laughing as Patrick was teasing him about it.

‘So defensive. You must like her a lot’ Patrick went on to tease him.

‘Would you just stop’ Cillian chuckled and Patrick eventually gave up when they both got to Patrick’s car.

After Patrick had dropped Cillian off at his house, he asked whether he wanted to take the boys to the summer-fair on Sunday.

Patrick had children around the same age as Cillian’s two sons and had already asked a few other friends to join them.

‘John and Dwayne are coming too’ Patrick said, hoping that Cillian would agree to come along.

‘I need to talk to John and Enda about the play later this year’ Cillian responded as their two friends, John Conner and Enda Walsh, were two playwriters working together on a play with Cillian for the Christmas period.

‘Well, you text Enda then and we will all catch up at the pub after. He got back to Dublin yesterday I think’ Patrick said and Cillian agreed with his suggestion.

Back in London

Meanwhile in London, you finally spent some time at home which raised some questions with Emma.

‘I cannot believe that you honour us with your presence’ Emma joked and you couldn’t help but laugh about her comment.

‘Believe it or not, I am going to be home all weekend’ you responded with a smile just as you put your phone.

‘How come? Where is your mystery man?’ Emma asked.

‘Spending time with his children on the weekend’ you responded, immediately realising that you shouldn’t have volunteered this kind of information.

‘He’s got kids? Fuck’ Emma asked before making an observation. ‘This means he is older. Good for you. Older guys are generally more fun in the bedroom’ Emma said and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

‘Yes, he is older’ you responded shyly, hoping that she wouldn’t ask any more questions.

Luckily for you, she didn’t and quickly changed the topic, at least so she thought.

‘I really need to make a move on the older man who I am interest in. Please, if you have any suggestions, let me know’ Emma giggled and you couldn’t help but sigh nervously.

‘I think you should not pursue this, Emma. I am fairly sure he isn’t even single’ you said, knowing that she was referring to Cillian.

‘According to Wikipedia he is’ Emma said with determination.

‘Yes, and we all know how reliable Wikipedia is a as a source’ you laughed before trying to change the topic once again, asking Emma about the movies on Tuesday.

Emma, Jeremey and Thomas were going to the cinemas every Tuesday, which is when students could get cheap movie tickets. Usually, you didn’t go with them but the three of them had been trying to convince you for ages so you finally agreed.

‘Perhaps I should ask Cillian to come too’ Emma then grinned and you shook your head once again.

‘No, you should not Emma’ you laughed as, suddenly, your phone rang and you quickly picked it up ensuring that Emma wouldn’t see Cillian’s name coming up on the display.

Sunday Surprise

After having spent the day at the Dublin fair with his sons, their cousins and some friends, Cillian went to the local pub at 7pm to see Patrick and some of his friends.

His sons Hendrix and Charlie were being looked after by Patrick’s wife together with Patrick’s two children, allowing the brothers and their friends to catch up and talk over a beer or two.

‘So, what’s new Cilly?’ John asked as he handed Cillian one of the pints he had just brought over from the bar.

‘Not much really’ Cillian said but, just as he responded to John, Patrick gave him a nudge.

‘There is a woman in London which means that he is finally getting some’ Patrick said with a big grin on his face.

‘For fuck’s sake Paddy’ Cillian said, causing John and Enda to laugh.

‘Well, I am glad I gave you that packet of condoms then…for good luck you know’ John said with amusement before asking what the name of the mysterious woman was.

‘Y/N apparently’ Patrick responded, causing Cillian to roll his eyes at the fact that he was answering questions on his behalf.

‘Nice name’ John chuckled.

‘Nice name?’ Cillian laughed, somewhat surprised by John’s comment.

‘It’s my daughter’s name too. It’s nice. Although my ex-wife chose it, so there is that’ John laughed.

‘I don’t think we ever met your daughter’ Enda went on to say, changing the topic to help Cillian out.

‘Cillian would have met her’ John said.

‘No, I don’t think so’ Cillian said, relieved that Enda had changed the topic away from his love life.

‘Well, she told me a few weeks ago that she was enrolled into the UOL drama project run by you and Aidan Gillen’ John explained.

‘There is no one by the name Y/N Conner in the project’ Cillian said somewhat confused before taking another sip from his drink.

‘Well, my ex made the kids take her surname. So it’s actually Y/N YL/N’ John said and, just as he did, Cillian’s heart stopped a beat and he choked on his drink, coughing rigorously.

‘Are you alright man?’ Enda asked, knocking his palm against Cillian’s back.

‘Yes’ Cillian huffed, recovering slowly from his cough, the thoughts in his head running wild when he realised that you were John’s daughter.

‘So how is Y/N doing?’ John eventually asked when Cillian calmed down.

‘What do you mean?’ Cillian asked with his mind elsewhere.

‘In the drama project. How is she performing?’ John chuckled.

‘Yeah good. You know, I really need to get home, spend some more time with the boys before going back to London tomorrow’ Cillian quickly said before finishing up his beer.

Movie Night Surprise

Meanwhile in London, Emma made you and Jeremy watch yet another three episodes of Peaky Blinders, when you received a text message from Cillian at around 10 o’clock.

‘We need to talk. Can I call you now?’ was all it said.

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy imagine

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legolaslovely · 3 years

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A/N: The Kíli smut is here and the head-hopping is fixed! If anyone has any advice about avoiding that/noticing it happening before the piece is done, please tell me! Also, please friends, **read the warnings.** This might not be for everyone so please stay away if it’s not your jam.

Pairing: Kíli x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,671

Warnings: Modern AU, smut, toys, anal play

He woke you with his hands.

It wasn’t unusual for him to find you in the night and wrap himself around you in sleep. In the hours before dawn, the bed would transform into a den of tangled limbs that featured two bodies congealing into one. He’d hold you to his chest, nose buried so deeply in your hair, it was as if your closeness transcended him past the need to breathe.

Then he’d wake. Always before you, ever the hunter, eternally energized. He very rarely waited for you and only sometimes watched you dream. Most mornings, he’d slide out of bed to make the coffee or pick up something special for breakfast. His morning routine never included the same steps twice, but it was a routine in that he never overslept. It wasn’t his way.

Still, more often than you’d admit to another soul, Kíli would wake you up in more… creative ways. Ways that left you satisfied for the entire day, but always thinking of him and always wanting more.

This was one of those days.

***

His tender touch down your sides, over your hips and under your arms very slowly lifted you from sleep. With your eyes closed and your lips tilted into a smile, you leaned back into him, allowing him more access to your belly and chest. His hands were refreshing- cool against your sleep-warm skin.

“Morning, my love,” you said.

“Good morning.” He kissed your shoulder. “Tell me. Are you, by any chance, feeling generous this morning?”

“To you? I supposed I could be.”

His hand surfed up your side to give your breast a squeeze. “You’ll do something for me, then?”

“Anything you want.” The options were swirling through your mind and something even more exciting was pressing into your backside.

“Open your legs for me, baby.”

He wouldn’t allow you to fall onto your back or open yourself completely to him. He only closed his fingers gently around your knee and lifted it into the air until he could play with your warm core.

Then there was a buzz that just about sent you to the ceiling.

“Relax,” he chuckled, giving your neck a reassuring nudge with his nose. A small vibrator, this size of his thick thumb that so often found its way to your clit, was tucked between your folds as it buzzed in a deliciously stimulating pattern. Then you were told to close your legs. You did what you were told.

“Good girl,” he rumbled. “Feel good? Or too much?” He caressed away the new tension in your limbs and belly.

“Good.” You clasped your thighs together, sending the intense vibrations exactly where you wanted them. “Really good.”

He followed your lead, cupping you and pressing his fingers up into you to make the sensations even stronger. “And you’ll tell me if it gets to be too much?”

“Yes.”

From there, he let you enjoy it. You were free to wriggle around, circling your hips and grinding into the little toy for brief, quaking flirtations while his fingers roamed over your body. He brushed your hair away from your face and neck so his lips could explore and his teeth could spur you on.

Still, it was his hands that did the heavy lifting. In the competition of giving you the most pleasure, his rough palms and strong fingers rivaled even the vibrator that rocked against your core. He thumbed at your breasts, rubbing the nipples that grew from smooth valleys, to hills, and then to pointed, pink peaks. After thoroughly kneading the surrounding landscape, he moved south to your bottom, pushing and pulling at the globes there. He spread your cheeks, and like a thief, slid his middle finger between your folds to gather your wetness and bring it back closer to him. Your slick coated his finger as he circled your puckered hole with enough pressure to leave you whining his name.

“Kíli, please. I need more.”

He rubbed harder as your juices pooled around your holes. “More than this?”

“Yes.”

You were past the point of teasing. You needed constant pressure. You needed-

You reached behind your back and took his erection in your hand, giving it a few long, yet tight strokes. The flesh was hot and rigid and wet of its own accord- dripping with precome.

“Kíli,” you whined, guiding him to you.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he admonished as if you were a child with a handful of sweets before supper, instead of his lover with a handful of his hard cock. “Not yet, my love. Hands to yourself now.”

But he defied his own rules. His arms surrounded you, pulling you back into his chest, even further into his overheated body- into soft, furry skin over hard muscle. A hand slid down your back and guided his member between your legs. As he thrust forward, his lipped head pushed past your gushing folds and pressed the toy up into your clit, sending the shared sensations into his own sensitive tip as well.

He jerked away from it, pulling his erection backwards until his entire shaft was free from the hot encasement of your soft legs.

“Still don’t want my hands?” you asked, teasing him, guessing the vibrations were too much for him.

But Kíli never gave up a game very easily.

His only answer was a groan in your ear as he thrust forward again, partaking in the pleasure of the toy and your shared arousal.

“Fuck, baby,” he said at the squelching sound his movement made. “This thing’s got you wet.”

“Your fault too.”

He gave a proud hum. It was the same sound he made when Dwalin commented on his hand whittled arrow stuck straight in the bullseye, or when Thorin set a heavy hand on his shoulder after an afternoon in the forge. It made frequent appearances in bed as well, after a much deserved song of praise.

His palpable pride sent a rush of possessiveness through you, even while you were so lost in his ministrations and so close to your finish. Your hands clenched around his arms like iron shackles, barring him to you as he continued to thrust against your shining skin. Each time he drew back, you could feel strings of your slick tying the raven curls above his cock to your backside. It made your mind wander to the exploration of his fingers earlier in your tryst.

You wanted him to return there, to the uncharted territory. Reaching back to release his hand from its grip on your hip, you moved his fingers between your legs once more. You asked for it.

He immediately found your soaked asshole once again and stroked it for you.

“You like this?” he asked. The little hole winked at him as he touched it, squeezing hard each time his cock head pushed the vibrator closer to your clit. “This feel good?”

You moaned your confirmation, arching your back and pushing into his hand.

You couldn’t see him behind you, but it was clear to you that he must have contorted himself to pleasure you like this- stimulating this new pleasure point and driving through your thighs to help the vibrator between your folds. The things he did for you, to make you feel good. He’d stop at nothing. It made your hips stutter and your mind whirl, drifting off into a lustful cloud of What was he thinking? Did he like it, did he want this too?

You guessed he did. His knees wobbled against the backs of your legs, shaking from the intensity as he pressed his long, thick finger against the wet rim of your hole until it fell inside. A hiss escaped him then and your mind raced. Did he feel the same desire? The urge to stretch you? You certainly felt that. It sent a jolt through your gut and into your core.

“Yes, Kíli, please,”

He cursed- loud and short and almost unrecognizable- as his next finger massaged your hole. You knew he’d pulled away to watch his own movement there, and it gave him the leverage to thrust past your thighs and up into your folds with more vigor. The pressure of the vibrations was even more consistent, which pushed you further and further towards the edge.

Kíli, however, was gone. Between these new discoveries and the confinement of your thighs around his sensitive cock, he lost himself in pleasure. He held tight to your hips, clutching your softness into his own searing skin as he came over your thighs with those addictive, deep grunts you were sure only Kíli could make so delicious.

After yanking himself away from overexertion, he replaced his hot cock with his hand to provide the backboard for you to press yourself against and grind on the vibrator.

“Come for me, baby,” Kíli said to you. He pressed his own spunk into your skin as you rubbed against him. “Fuck.”

It didn’t take long for your orgasm to travel upwards from your toes. As you pushed against Kíli’s come filled palm, leaving tracks in the bed sheets with your nails, you groaned his name and came on the toy, on his hands, and in his arms. He took perfect care of you, helping you ride out your high and moving the vibrator off of your clit just in time before it could painfully overstimulate you.

You sighed deeply when he relieved you of the intense vibrations. After rolling close to him, your hand found his cheek in a caress brimming with a sweetness that rivaled the rough treatment that same hand had given the sheets just a moment ago.

He kissed you. “You’re feeling very generous today, hm?” he asked.

“As I said, my love. Anything you want.”

A smile spread over his face. Wide, cheeky, and wolfish. “Well, then. We have some new things to try.”

He dove to your neck, placing light, tickling kisses all over your skin and leaving you squealing laughing into his wild hair.

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#modern au #modern kili #kili #kili ktuesday #kili x reader #kili smut #the hobbit #the hobbit fandom #the hobbit fanfic #the hobbit fic #the hobbit fanfiction #aidan turner #aidan turner x reader

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queenshelby · 3 years

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The Last Semester – Part Six

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Words: 1,156

Warning: Age Gap, Cliffhanger

Original Blog: @queenshelby

Previous Parts: Part One; Part Two; Part Three; Part Four; Part Five