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foxy-eva · 5 months

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Snow Angel

Summary: Reader really knows how to get Spencer in a festive mood

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff, Smut

Content Warning: (18+, minors DNI) a hint at Spencer’s sad childhood, food mentions, heavy kissing, oral (fem receiving), handjob, unprotected penetrative sex

Author’s Note: This is my gift for @drgenius-reid ! I wrote it as a part of this year’s Criminal Minds gift exchange @cmgiftexchange

Word Count: 1.5k

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Spencer’s hand kept mine warm as we walked along a snow-covered path in the park. Seeing everything covered in a soft, white layer really got me in a festive mood, excited to have someone to spend the holidays with this year.

“So, Christmas is in a few days. Do you have any plans?” I wondered while gently squeezing his hand.

He turned his head to find my eyes as he cooed, “I was hoping to spend it with you.”

“I would really like that.”

He smiled at me for a brief moment before he averted his eyes to look at the snow beneath his feet. After taking a deep breath, he asked, “Can I tell you something?”

“Anything.”

Spencer stopped his movements to be able to fully look at me while he said, “Growing up in the desert with a sick mom, Christmas always felt like any other day to me. I never understood what people meant when they talked about how magical this time of year is. That was until I met you. I can’t wait to celebrate Christmas with you.”

I placed my arms around his neck to find his lips in a chaste kiss before whispering, “I love you.”

His breath felt hot against my face when he breathed, “I love you, too.”

It was then that I decided to make it my mission to show him how magical Christmas could be. There was so much about this time of year that he probably never got to experience and I was adamant to change that.

“Let’s make snow angels!” I chirped and was met with a surprised look.

“What?”

Without further explanation I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the ground with me. He watched my motions for a moment before he lay down in the snow himself, mirroring what I was doing. We both couldn’t hold back the fit of laughter falling from our lips.

When we got up from the ground, we took a moment to admire two perfect snow angels before rushing back to my apartment. Spencer’s cheeks were rosy when we got back into the comfort of my home, signaling that he was just as cold as I was.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the cold,” he muttered as he took off his damp coat.

“I know a way to warm you up,” I told him. “Why don’t you take a blanket and wait for me on the couch.”

When I returned to him with a mug of hot cocoa, he raised his eyebrows and chuckled, “I thought you had had something else in mind.”

“Naughty boy!” I laughed as I sat down beside him. “Don’t you know that Santa only brings presents to good boys?”

He just shrugged as he took the mug and said, “I’m okay with that, I already have everything I could wish for.”

I placed a soft kiss on his cheek before I turned on the TV to put on the corniest Christmas romcom I could find.

“Snow angels - check! Next on my agenda to experience the Christmas spirit are hot cocoa and terrible Christmas movies,” I announced.

Spencer playfully rolled his eyes but I knew that he was enjoying my enthusiasm. He took the blanket to place it over the both of us before wrapping one arm around me to keep me close to him.

When a scene of the main characters decorating a Christmas tree came on, I decided that we should do that, too. “We should get a Christmas tree for your apartment,” I let him know. “We could decorate it with purple ornaments.”

“That sounds really nice.”

I adjusted my position inside his arms until I could fully look at him to tell him, “And we need to bake cookies! I have a recipe for the best chocolate chip cookies you’ll ever taste.”

“Cookies sound great-,” Spencer agreed before finding my lips to mumble against them, “- but I’d rather have you right now.”

The movie playing in the background was quickly forgotten as we deepened our kiss. His lips felt soft and demanding at the same time and when his tongue met mine it was as if we melted into one another. It only took a few moments until I noticed a familiar warmth rushing through my body, making me eager to feel more of him. My hand wandered to the hem of his sweater, dipping beneath it to feel the heat of his skin.

“Are you still cold?” I breathed into the kiss.

“No.”

I broke the kiss to smirk at him as I purred, “Good. That means you can take your sweater off.”

Spencer chuckled at my words but did as I said. Slowly we helped each other shed each layer of clothing until there was nothing left to separate our bodies as we lay beside one another on the couch.

“You’re so beautiful,” he purred as he kissed down my neck.

His hands began exploring the curves of my breasts and I felt him smiling against my skin when I answered his touches with the sounds of my pleasure. His fingertips were soon replaced by his lips as he kissed every inch of my skin within reach. Gently, he pushed apart my thighs and lay down between them before he began nipping and licking along my inner thighs.

I knew that I was dripping with desire at this point but Spencer took his time to tease me. I was sure he didn’t do it on purpose. It wasn’t the first time that he lost track of time worshipping me, his eyes always filled with wonder when he kissed along all the curves and dips my body had to offer.

“Please…,” I finally whimpered. “I need you.”

It was as if my words had snapped him out of a trance. He mumbled, “Sorry,” against my thigh before his mouth finally focussed on my center. My hands flew to his head, my fingers intertwining with his curls as he brought me closer to my breaking point. I dared to look down at him and moaned at the sight of half of his face buried between my thighs. It looked downright sinful.

It took just a few more moments of his skillful motions until I entered a state of pure bliss. Spencer’s hands grabbed my hips to keep me steady as he guided me through my high. When my body began relaxing underneath him, he placed a few more soft kisses against my folds before finding his home inside my arms.

I was quick to reach down to find his hardness, making him shudder at the sudden touch. My fingers wrapped around him and began moving just the way I knew he liked. My motions were immediately rewarded by his sighs and groans. When I let my thumb brush over his leaking tip, he whined my name against my neck.

“Tell me what you want, love,” I cooed as I kept stroking him.

“I–,” he whimpered as he locked eyes with me. “I… wanna be inside you. Please.”

“I’m all yours, Spencer.”

It took him a few seconds to process my words. The thought that I had the ability to make the smartest and most eloquent man I knew forget everything else but me made me smile. He repositioned himself until he was kneeling between my legs, taking a moment to let his eyes wander over my body.

“I’m so lucky,” he purred as he leaned over me. “So lucky to have you.”

I reached between our bodies to guide him to my entrance. He took his time entering my body, a sigh falling from his lips with every inch that disappeared inside me. When he was fully inside me, he leaned down to kiss me. My arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him even closer against me until there was no distance to be found between us.

Slowly we began moving, our hips grinding against one another in perfect synchronicity. We got lost inside each other’s arms. As our bodies merched there was no way of telling where my body ended and his began. Together we chased the sweet relief with heavy breaths and accelerated motions until we fell over the edge together.

Each of the pulses of my walls around him was answered with him throbbing inside me, sharing his warmth with me until he had nothing left to give. He collapsed into my arms and buried his face into the crook of my neck as he tried to even out his breathing. Our bodies stayed connected for as long as possible but we had to let go of each other eventually.

After cleaning up I found my home inside Spencer’s arms, my head resting on his chest. His heart was still beating faster than usual but it slowed down after a few more moments.

“I can’t wait to spend Christmas with you,” he whispered. “And every holiday after that.”

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meowzfordayz · 4 months

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"fake" date — mitsuri, kyojuro, sanemi, giyuu

Author’s Note: initially planned to write a Giyuu x Reader one shot for this trope, but enough ppl voted for Hashira preferences that my plans changed. 😉 Pls and ty enjoy ~shorter snippets for Mitsuri, Kyojuro, and Sanemi + something a lil more fleshed out for Giyuu. 🤗 Varying degrees of angst ahead!

“fake” date — mitsuri, kyojuro, sanemi, giyuu

Kanroji Mitsuri x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader

Word Count: ~1,900

CW: explicit language, mild sexual content

~faqs~

“You look amazing!” Mitsuri gushes, eyes wide with their usual shimmer.

You step sheepishly through your bedroom doorway into the hall where she waits, stare fixed firmly on your sock clad feet.

“Aren’t you going to be cold though?” her voice dips with concern, “I’m sure they’d understand if you wore thicker socks. They’ll be covered by your shoes anyway.”

“I mean,” you shrug, finally glancing up at the warmth in her face that you’ve felt since the day you met, “The ceremony and reception are inside. I can survive in these from the Uber to the entrance.”

Grinning teasingly, she strides over to you, tugging on your overcoat with familiar care, “I don’t know, someone’s feet are always freezing when we watch movies together.”

“And someone else is a blanket hog,” you huff, mesmerized by the delicate imprint of her fingertips — that you know are just as capable of grabbing and tossing you over her shoulder.

Well I like when you snuggle closer to me she almost declares, cheeks reddening as she ducks her head aside, feigning an itchy nose.

“You’re sure it’s okay for me to come?”

The quiver of fear restricting her words coaxes you in, hand mindlessly grabbing hers as you nod reassuringly.

“Of course! They gave me a plus one. I guarantee I wouldn’t hear the end of it if I showed up alone.”

“So I’m doing you a favor?”

Her question tremors with the faintest of insincerity. You ignore it. It’s understandable, after all. Weddings are cumbersome and awkward and often far too fanciful.

“Absolutely, Mitsuri! I owe you one. And you look beautiful too!”

You’re still holding her hand, clammy and comforting as ever.

—

Her heart aches as she watches you stand in line, tiny buffet plate balanced lazily on your palm, overhead lights bathing you in a soft, unbearable glow.

And you look beautiful too!

She licks her lips, wishing she could ask you to dance.

I owe you one.

Wishing she could ask you to dance, and that you would finally realize what she was really promising.

“So… you’re asking me to go to your family’s Thanksgiving as your date, but not actually your date?”

Kyojuro hopes he doesn’t sound too disappointed, well acquainted with masking his simmering feelings beneath an exterior of exuberance and forwardness.

“Mhm,” you nod, resisting the urge to bite down on your tongue.

You’d love if not-actually-your-date was actually-your-date, but you’d hate even more to ruin your years of ease and friendship.

“But they know we’re friends?”

His head cocks with faux confusion, and you nearly coo at his cuteness. To you, his confusion isn’t pretend — you yourself aren’t entirely sure how you’re going to convince your nosy family members.

“Friends can get close,” you wink playfully, nudging his bicep as if to prove your point.

“How close are we talking?” Kyojuro quips, nudging you back harder.

He relishes in getting to steady you, warm hands wrapping large and protective around your shoulders, righting you before you keel too far off balance.

“Are you going to help your friend out or what?” you scowl jokingly, dramatically brushing your shoulders, knowing you’re going to feel the heat and strength of his touch for hours.

“Of course I’m going to help you! I just-”

His eyes widen involuntarily, and you notice that they stir a peaceful longing in you more deeply than any sunset ever has.

“You just?” you prod, pulse quickening at the prospect of something else.

What else, you have no idea. But sunlight slips through the crack nonetheless.

“Nothing,” Kyojuro grunts, “I forgot!”

You exhale slowly, emotions unfurling as you return to your soft, sunsetless reality.

“Alrighty then.”

“We’re not gonna fool anyone into thinking we’re dating,” Sanemi grimaces, brow furrowed as you take in his reaction.

“And why not?” you retort, arms crossed as you glare back, “The only person who knows you better than me is Genya. Maybe.”

And nobody knows me better than you.

Eyes darting from your lips to your glare, he sighs, jaw tight as he mutters, “Because we’ve never even kissed. What kind of couple, what kind of chemistry, would we have?”

You’re grateful he rambles on, because you almost quip So let’s kiss dumbass.

“Terrible chemistry,” he answers himself, “We would have terrible chemistry. If you really need a date to that holiday party, then you should ask Obanai.”

“OBANAI?!” you screech, too fixated on his horrible plan B to notice his pre emptive wince, a beat before you’d actually processed his suggestion, “You mean a man who’s already in a relationship?!!!”

“Yeah,” Sanemi deadpans, “Low risk.”

He hopes you can’t see how deeply his foot is inserted into his mouth.

“What the hell does that mean?” you hiss, “I sure as fuck haven’t kissed him!”

“Mitsuri would probably be amendable.”

He hopes you can’t hear him choking on his foot, gasping for air.

“To me kissing her boyfriend?!”

Ah shit.

“I’ll do it!”

That shuts you up. You blink, mind blank as you stare at him staring at you staring at him. His hair looks nicer than usual, fluffy with a light scent of dampness as though he’d showered prior to coming over. And his gaze, so strikingly mellow — drenched in lavender and longing. No you correct yourself, the longing is in your own unwavering expression, reflected in the glassiness of his pupils, mirroring the tension in your shoulders.

“Do what?” you murmur Kiss me?

And he nearly does, feet planted firmly on the worn tile of your kitchen, chest heaving as the weight of your question clings to his lungs. He nearly does. Nearly kisses your sarcastic tongue, the hazy drop of your eyelids, the way your body seems to lean toward him as he teeters toward you. Nearly.

“I’ll be your stupid date,” he mumbles.

“You are stupid,” you smile weakly, abruptly shifting your attention to your now lukewarm mug of tea Takes one to know one.

“I don’t understand,” Giyuu says, spine stiffening as he sits on your couch, “You want us to… fake, date?”

Of all the favors you could ask him for, why did it have to be a fake date? He would happily give you a real date, thank you very much.

“Not like! More than once! Just once! For my family reunion! They’re awful and boring and everyone older than like, fifty, asks me if I’m seeing anyone. My answer is always no and their response is always harassment and I…” you trail off, suddenly conscious of your rambling, cheeks hot as you mumble, “I care about my family and I want to attend, but I don’t want to be alone.”

I don’t want to be lonely.

“Have you ever thought that you could be the problem?”

You gape at your best friend, well accustomed to his poorly worded concern, but flabbergasted by his lack of tact regardless.

“GIYUU!”

He winces at your exclamation, quickly backtracking when he notices just how shiny your eyes are getting.

“I’m sorry, I know, that’s not what I meant,” he swallows thickly, fingers in knots in his lap as his mouth twists, “Will we need a backstory? A photo album of our entanglement thus far? Or will it be our first date?”

“Well,” you chew on your bottom lip, struck by his thoughtfulness, clammy at the realization that you wouldn’t need to create a fake photo album because your camera roll is mostly you and him anyway, “Most people don’t take their partner to a family reunion as their first date.”

“Unless they don’t like them and are trying to scare them away,’ Giyuu deadpans, wry glint in his gaze.

“Wouldn’t it be easier to just not date them?” you drawl, apprehension subsiding as amusement bubbles.

“Are you trying to scare me away?” he quips, legs crossing and then uncrossing as his posture slowly relaxes, “Because I’ll play the part,” gut roiling even as his heart urges him forward, “In the name of our friendship, I shall gladly date you,” releasing the tip of his tongue from the clench of his teeth, “Just once.”

You cheer exaggeratedly, hands clapping together loudly, foot bumping against his thigh from your end of the couch. He doesn’t seem to register your touch, distracted by your palpable relief, the disappearance of the stress crinkles at your temples, drowning in the sensation of What have I done?

—

If there’s one thing he’s grateful for, it’s the fact that you invited him to an arguably lackadaisical event. Not because Giyuu loathes wearing a suit and tie, but because he’d likely lose the ability to articulate himself reasonably were you to be dressed up. He’s seen you in nice attire, sure, but never as your fake date; never under circumstances so close to the sun — positively burning in its radiance.

“Your parents,” he stops mid stride, front door to your aunt’s house looming despite its normal dimensions, “Won’t they-”

“They know, they know,” you interrupt, practically shushing him, pushing your impending panic to the bottom of your stomach as you nudge him along, “They won’t tell on us.”

Tell on us the wording sits sour in his mouth, eager to lessen your burden and lonesome, yet resentful of its restrictions and underlying truth of the matter.

“Hey,” he murmurs, puffing out a wisp of hesitation before swiveling to face you, “You’re going to be fine, I won’t let you down.”

He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, the gesture more intimate than he intended, your heartbeat bumbling frantic and stunned in your throat.

“O-okay,” you manage to croak, rooted in place until he carefully tugs you back into action I know that.

Or maybe he meant to steal your breath away?

—

Giyuu is awkward. So awkward that your overwhelming anxiety gradually fades to the background as you watch him interact with your family. You can’t tell whether it’s accidental or on purpose, but he’s doing a great job at simultaneously alarming and charming your aunts, uncles, cousins, in-laws, once-removed-s, etc. His stubborn decorum and distaste for small talk make for an interesting clash of bound-by-honor and get-me-the-fuck-out-of-here, his introversion rearing its head every time he abruptly walks away mid sentence.

“What are you doing?” you giggle, poking his shoulder with mirthful fondness.

“I got bored, so I moved on,” he shrugs, nagging discomfort spurning him on to clarify, “But I only do that with conversations! Not with relationships!”

Not with you.

You snort, endeared by the flustered pink of his ears, “I know babe, not with relationships.”

He supposes your suggestive eyebrow waggle is meant to be teasing—a playful nod to the fakeness of it all—but he’s stuck on Babe, jaw twitching as you intertwine your fingers with his in an electrifying, wonderful, horribly casual manner.

“How about we check out the charcuterie board?” you grin, pecking his earlobe so softly that he wonders if you’d practiced the night before.

Perhaps on your wrist or your pillow, or the fogginess of your mirror after showering.

—

He follows you to the spread of food and beverages, unable to discern the excited, acheful, longing quiver in your step, too caught up in the same tremor of his own.

—

If the night ends with a bittersweet, we-would-never-dare, okay-well-I-guess-we-dared, This was fun, Fuck I hate this kiss… then that’s nobody’s business.

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onceuponaoneshotfanfic · 2 months

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Baby-Sitting Duty

Part of my Birthday Bash!

Request: “You look your cutest like this” and Roy.

Roy Kent x Reader

0.6k words

Warnings: Language, fluff, Phoebe in a little food coma

This Saturday night was supposed to be a date night. That is, until Roy’s sister called, begging her brother to take Phoebe for the night. Not that much begging was necessary; he’d never say no to time with his niece. His apologies and promise to make it up to you were also wholly unnecessary. You adored Phoebe, and honestly, you relished every opportunity to see Roy with his precious little niece.

And so there the three of you were, spending Saturday night with a table full of unhealthy snacks, bowls of ice cream on the kitchen counter, and the latest Disney movie on the television. Phoebe was long gone, having eaten far too much candy, despite your hisses to Roy to tell her to slow down. Your boyfriend had playfully rolled his eyes at your suggestion, mumbling something along the lines of, “She’ll be fine. If not, she’ll learn her limits.” You rolled your eyes back and told him that this was a child with sweets, not a twenty-year-old with alcohol.

Sure enough, that little girl had gorged herself into a candy coma, barely making it to the second musical number of the cartoon that still lit up the big screen. She was nestled between the two of you, under Roy’s arm, eyes closed and soft snores coming from her sugar-coated mouth. You had tugged a blanket over her, earning a soft look from Roy.

He loved seeing you with Pheebs. You took on the role of ‘aunt’ in stride, and you did it well. You knew all of her likes and dislikes, kept up with the latest classroom drama, took her side when she demanded Roy be the princess in Princess and the Dragon, and attended every single one of her football games. It warmed his often too-cold heart and always had him wondering about the right time to pull his grandmother’s wedding ring out of his nightstand.

Someday, he thought, flashing you a small smile over the top of Phoebe’s head. Someday.

You returned his smile with a shy grin of your own, shaking your head as you watched his fingers absently play with his niece’s blonde hair.

“What?” he whispered, checking to make sure he wasn’t too loud for Phoebe.

You shrugged, turning your body to face him properly. “I just like seeing you like this,” you answered quietly. “Doting on Phoebe, cuddling with her. You look your cutest like this.”

Roy put on his best scowl, hardening his face playfully. “’m not fucking cute,” he growled.

“Oh yes you are,” you teased as you threw a stray piece of popcorn at his nose. “Roy Kent is the cutest man in the world,” you declared. “And I love him for that.”

His face softened, your words making it hard to keep up his charade. “And I love you for not fucking telling anyone how cute I am,” he conceded. He glanced down at his little niece. “Her neck’s gonna get all stiff if I leave her like this,” he mumbled. “I’m gonna go tuck her in.”

You shook your head and stood. “I’ve got her,” you assured him. With that, you bent down and scooped the girl into your arms, offering loving shushes as she stirred. “Be right back.” As you walked down the hall to the guest room that was really Phoebe’s room, he could hear you murmuring to her, “I know, darling. I’ll bring you something for your tummy in a moment, alright?”

Again, Roy felt his heart soften. You took such good care of Phoebe. Of him. Of the team whenever you were with them. You were loving and kind and gentle with everyone. He loved that about you. Fuck, he loved everything about you.

He frowned for a brief moment before rising to his feet and tiptoeing to his bedroom.

He just needed to grab one thing from his nightstand before you came back into the living room.

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black-suns-rim · 7 months

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Cuddling a yautja

Summary: you had a hard time sleeping, so you went to go get a late night snack but ended up falling asleep right next to your yautja friend while watching a movie with him.

Contains: some wholesome platonic cuddles

The endless buzzing of the ship's interior slaving away to make sure it runs well was somewhat of a soothing noise that you've gotten used to after the past couple of months. Maybe buzzing wasn't the right word... more like humming or the sound of vibration. Almost every night you fell asleep to that noise, but this night you just couldn't. It didn't have the soothing touch you had experienced last night. Laying on your plush floor bed, your gaze wondered around your metalic room.

To the books that hung from your wall on smooth selves, from the warm yellow Christmas lights that dangled from the ceiling and the various other objects of entertainment, memorabilia, or every day use. Your mind could not just rest as your eyes grew tired. Huffing in agitation for your lack of rest, you sat up, tossing the furr skin blanket off of your body. You pressed your back to the cold metal of the ship's interior and closed your eyes.

You recalled the first day of agreeing to go on this mission, but you never truly knew what you were getting yourself into. You recalled how you freaked out seeing this alien ship from the outside and in. You recalled how meeting another life form that didn't originate from earth made you extremely anxious, nervous but excited. It's not everyday that you get to be part of a crew where one of your members wasn't human. The thrill of learning everything you could about them was something you never found boring. Even though it's only been a few months, you have grown pretty close to this alien. Closer than to any human you've known.

As the soothing cold metal wall began to warm up from your hot skin, you leaned forward and rubbed your face. You peeled open your eyes and sluggishly stood to your feet. Unlocking the padlock door, you exited your room and placed your hand on the wall, trailing the lines with your fingertips as you walked. You knew everyone was asleep by now, so you made sure to step quietly. It was easier to do so with some kind of padding on your feet, but your feet were bare. You just liked how the freezing metal felt compared to the slightly humid and muggy air of the ship.

Perhaps a late night snack would be able to get your mind to finally rest. The walk to the kitchen wasn't too long since the ship was a decently small one. Though it could hold well over 20 crew members, the design of the ship itself made sense and wasn't as confusing as the other ships you've been on. But then again, the other ships you've been on weren't alien in origin. You were somewhat surprised to see someone was already in the kitchen at this time, but when you realized who it was, your surprise left and it was replaces with understanding. The alien, the predator some called it, a yautja others said, the only alien on board that also owned this very ship, was cutting up some fresh vegetables and meat.

He turned his long-haired head towards you as you walked in. The metal jewelry in his hair-like tendrils hit together in somewhat of a musical way like wind-chimes in a breeze. His bulking but soft stature and body shape gave him the nickname "Big Papa" amongst the crew since not many knew how to pronounce his actual name correctly. His pearcing crystal watery blue eyes followed you as you sleepily grabbed an apple from the small fruit basket that had been undisturbed for a while. All the while, he kept chopping away. He slowly clicked his tusks together as he focused his attention back to the cutting board.

You still weren't used to the strange noises he made, but you found all of them fascinating. Just like his reptilian skin and earthly colorations. But the thing that you found the most striking about him was the brilliant crystal blue thin striped lines on his tendril hair. You leaned on the counter as you ate the sweet crisp and juicy apple. Though you struggled to keep your eyes open, your mind was still trailing off. The feeling of loneliness creeped in which caused you to rub your face and rub under your eyes. Big Papa picked up on you not feeling well. He had a knack for sensing ones emotions.

He ceased his chopping and you looked up at him. His mandibles rubbed together slowly, thinking. "What?" You grumbled. He let out a chuff with a small trill, turning his head to the cutting board and dumping the chopped pieces into a bowl. From what you gathered with the time spent with him, he couldn't speak English, but he understood it well enough to function with this crew. Sometimes he used a translator to speak to you and the others if things were dire or important, but most of the time he would gesture, grunt or mimic speech to communicate.

You finished your apple and he placed a hand on your should. Clicking his tusks together, he gently moved his hand to your back and rubbed it. You felt a wave of calmness hit you as you closed your eyes. You could feel yourself drifting to sleep when he suddenly stopped. A little disappointed, you opened your eyes to see him placing the bowl of chopped vegetables and meat into the cooling storage unit. It wasn't exactly a refrigerator, but you often called it that. The both of you exchanged glances before he left the kitchen. You threw the apple core into the compose bin and drousily walked over to Big Papa to catch up with him, "Wait-"

He stopped and gazed down at you, his eyes filled with such a tenderness to them. "Could we hang out for a while? I'm having a hard time sleeping... and I don't really wanna be alone." He nodded in response. He headed to the recreational room he had made just for the human crew. You followed right behind him. You almost felt like a kid following a parent due to the height difference. Though he was bulky, he tried to make himself as little indimidating as possible. The rec room had a couple of things from Earth like couches, chairs, board games, wooden tables and a TV with many DVD movies to watch. Big Papa grabbed one of the DVDs and was careful to take it out of its case. He had learned the hard way that DVDs were fragile after trying to take one out from iys case the first time around. He places it in the player and turned on the TV. This technology was very primitive to him, but he found it fascinating anyways.

He sat down on the couch opposite of the room from where the TV was mounted to the wall and you sat right next to him, a couple of inches away. The couch dipped down drastically from his weight and it felt like you were going to fall in right next to him. As if you were being sucked into a black hole. He hadn't taken much time, to your knowledge, to watch any of these movies. Seeing an alien like him watch something that was human was amusing to you. It was more of his expressions that you found funny and how he reacted.

You suddenly remembered a question you wanted to ask him from earlier today but didnt have the chance till now, "Hey, do you mind us calling you Big Papa?"

He looked down at you and shook his head no. He clicked his tusks together and turned his attention back to the TV. Halfway into the movie, you began to drift to sleep when you felt a warmth and pressure around you. It felt comforting and safe. Something you haven't felt for a long while now. You felt the need to open your eyes. You saw Big Papa's arm around you and you realized you were leaning against him. You were slightly embarrassed, but you felt too comfortable to move. You closed your heavy eyelids again and everything around you grew silent and distant.

When you woke up, you were smooshed between him and the cushions of the couch. He had his arms around you like a body pillow. His hot breath heaved down on your head but surprisingly it didn't stink like half of the other men's on the crew. You couldn't tell what time it was, but you felt like it was early. You couldn't hear any other movement on the ship from where you were. As you laid there, with his arms around you, you felt as if all of your stresses, all of your negative feelings, you felt that they just didn't exist anymore. It has been so long since you've laid with another being in a platonic way. You didn't want this to end.

You nuzzled your face into his chest, listening to him breath. He took in deep long breaths as he slept and it reminded you of a sleeping dragon. You still felt sleepy but now your mind was active. You realized that you've never cuddled up with this hulking mass of an alien before and you would've never guessed he'd be the type to cuddle. Maybe he was lonely too? Your thoughts were interrupted when he began to shift in his sleep. He placed a leg over yours and the heavy amount of pressure almost felt uncomfortable. Your body sunk into the couch and you shifted to try and feel a little more comfortable with the added weight on you. When you were finally comfortable again, his grip around you slightly tightened and now you felt you were being smothered and constricked.

You gave up on moving and just tried to relax. Closing your eyes, you already thought about the daily chores you'd have to do. Almost every day was the same which started to make you bored. You had all of the chores memorized by heart at this point. Most of your chores involved cleaning. Clean the kitchen, the bathrooms, the halls. Stuff like that. Big Papa would get upset if his ship was even slightly messy. You noticed how he liked things very clean and organized. The organization part you didn't understand though. He organized in a sort of messy way, but it was still organized... to him at least.

You moved an arm to reach over his side, but the air was surprisingly cold, so you moved it back to the warmth that had been accumulated between the both of you. Big Papa was like a heater. You thought it was strange since he was reptilian-like. You would think he was also cold blooded, but apparently not. You suddenly felt someone staring at you, so you opened your eyes just to see one of your co-workers looking at you and Big Papa. This co-worker was an early bird and she usually woke up around 6 am. She held a cup of coffee in her hand and her phone in the other.

"Don't you dare." You whispered. She grinned and took a picture of you being smothered by the alien. You knew this wasn't a devious act since she had a hobby of taking funny or silly pictures amongst the crew. The crew nicknamed her Pinkie because of her upbeat and hyper personality. It was also somewhat of an inside joke.

"This is so going into the scrap book." She whispered back and walked over to one of the tables nearby. Since the rec room was close to the kitchen, everyone ate their meals here. Soon, the other crew members would be waking up and you really didn't want to be teased for cuddling an alien, even if he was a good friend to you. You sighed and decided it would be best if you'd fall back to sleep. At least you wouldn't have to know who saw you like this. This time, it was easy falling asleep unlike the struggle you had last night. You weren't asleep exactly though, somewhere in between awake and asleep. You could hear everything around you, but when you had woken up again, Big Papa was gone and you had a large fur blanket covering you. You felt a little sad but relieved.

You sat up and stretched your body while yawning and rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You folded the blanket and set it on the arm of the couch. You made your way to the kitchen where a couple of your co-workers were making themselves breakfast. Time to get ready for a new day on the ship.

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justmeinatree · 6 months

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Hii I have a fluffy request! Based on Niall in Japan out in the rain in his white shirt!

Basic idea would be him and reader are watching TV in his living room, cuddling and being all cutesy, it starts pouring down with rain outside, Niall wants to go outside, reader says no because it's cold, Niall gets up and goes outside on the balcony and dances about in the rain, making the reader laugh, then he comes back inside and drags her back outside, they have a dance in the rain, maybe a cheeky kiss?

Niall in Japan is giving me all sorts of feels😫

Have the best day!❤️

fluff incoming !!! i hope you enjoy ✌️

Word Count : 600

“did ya get the popcorn ready ?” niall shouts from the living room, starting a movie, keeping it on pause for you to return.

“yes, yes,” you huff playfully, shuffling quickly into the living room, plopping yourself down on the couch next to him.

a shiver runs through you, feeling a cool breeze, making you shuffle closer to your boyfriend.

niall smiles widely, always accepting the cuddles, slinging his arm over your shoulders, pulling you into his side, kissing the top of your head.

as another cool waft of air flows through the room, you look over to notice the balcony doors open, “what the fuck ? go close the door !” you shriek, giggling, swatting at him.

“stop being a baby, s’warm in here,” he laughs, holding you tighter against him, your arms trapped against your body. “just cuddle with me, i’ll keep ya nice and cozy.”

“niall,” you whine, pouting at him, “seriously, m’freezing. and it’s starting to rain !” you exclaim, hearing the sudden rush of water droplets falling from the sky, the air somehow instantly feeling colder.

“christ, s’not that bad,” niall shakes his head, bouncing off the couch, heading for the door, “here, lemme show ya darling,” he hums, wide smile, stepping out onto the balcony.

niall turns towards you, arms spread out wide and high, getting absolutely soaked as he does a little shimmy in the rain.

you giggle, hiding your face in the blanket, questioning your boyfriend’s sanity for a moment, “you’re fuckin crazy !” you laugh, shaking your head at him.

“think so hmm ?” he smirks playfully, stepping back into your home, walking towards you.

“wait ! you forgot to close the door,” you peer up at him with pleading eyes.

niall’s quick to shake his head, smirk growing wider, “told you i’d show you that it wasn’t cold,” he explains, throwing himself onto you, arms wrapped around you in a big bear hug.

you shriek loudly, your clothes soaked in cold rain water, droplets falling off of niall’s clothes, leaving a small puddle on the couch. you were both laughing, cheeks hurting from the wide smile, lungs screaming for a proper breath of air.

niall stands back up, scooping you into his arms, running back out onto the balcony, getting you absolutely drenched, just as he is.

“fuck, fuck that’s cold,” you giggle, gripping onto him, niall twirling around with you in the rain, dancing like an overhyped toddler.

“would ya stop with that,” niall huffs sarcastically, setting you down on your feet, arms still wrapped tight around you, “dance in the rain with me, and then i promise to warm you up real nice.”

you find yourself smiling, despite the frigid water clinging to you, swaying back and forth with your boyfriend. you feel his arms wrapping tighter around your figure, in a comforting squeeze, making you look up at him.

niall quickly kisses you, lips pressed to yours, rain water having gathered on your skin. you couldn’t believe he still felt warm to the touch, despite the briskness of the night. you smile, melting against him, murmuring a quiet, “i love you.”

he smiles wide against your mouth, forehead resting against yours, “i love you too. lets get ya inside,” he hums, feeling a shiver run through your spine. “think you’ve indulged me enough now,” he giggles, “time for you to get all warmed up.”

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theveryfires · 11 months

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10 things i hate about you | eddie munson x reader

an: hi there lovelies! Apologies that i have taken such a long break from writing. I have recently finished university and with my dissertation and essays i ended up having no time to actually write anything worth while! for those that have stuck around, thank you for your patience and for those that are new, hi! This is essentially the full version of my earlier piece titles 'crush' that i posted months ago! i hope you enjoy and as always if there is anything i can do better please dont be shy to let me know!

“What’s got you all riled up this time, Munson?”

Gareth’s voice felt distant, drowned out by the sound that had been distracting Eddie since he stepped foot into the cafeteria. His eyes were fixed on the table a few feet away from his own domain. Populated by the slightly more socially acceptable nerds, they would probably be cool in college. All dressed in the same thick knit jumpers, deep blue denim flares, wild hair. He squinted, almost wincing as the sound seemed to grow to a crescendo. There you were, one hand clutching your stomach, close to tumbling out of your chair, the other hand covering your mouth and completely useless at muffling your laughter. it almost bubbled, tinkling and pouring, coating the rest of the usual lunchtime white noise in a thick syrup like blanket. The air had almost turned to honey, and nobody else seemed to notice. Tears were sliding down your face, glasses seconds away from falling off your nose. Eddie’s chest felt cramped, his face growing hotter when your eyes met his for a brief second.

“Not what, dear Gareth. But who.”

Eddie’s rivalry with you was well known throughout the Hellfire club. Although his reasonings were not as widely known, not even to Eddie. There was no definitive motive, no moment in time that started all this distaste. He simply didn’t like you. You had been aware of one another throughout your time at Hawkins middle and high school. Something about you had always given him a headache, made his palms itch, his overall being sweaty. All of this coming to a head when you accidentally walked in on a extremely important Hellfire meeting. You had cut your hair, it was shorter and your glasses had glowed in the low candlelight. He remembered distinctly the way you tripped over your words as you apologised, the glimmer in your eyes as you mentioned something about fire regulations. Your voice was teasing, pulling him out of his seat when he abruptly stood up. It had kept him awake at night, plaguing his dreams for weeks on end. Of course you occasionally caught his deathly glare, but it always softened slightly. The usual cold brown some how warming. You had just figured he was glaring at the jocks that sat a two table’s over. Of course you were unaware of your rivalry with the infamous dungeon master. Totally clueless.

“Is this about Temple of Doom again man? I don’t get why you don’t just bring it up with Keith.”

Eddie couldn’t quite believe that you worked at Family Video. For so long it had been a place of safety and comfort, until he had walked in to find you sorting through the horror section and chatting away to Robin. You were chewing on gum, from the looks of the lurid pink it was watermelon flavour, his favourite. He had never seen you with your hair tied back, little strands falling about your face and practically begging to be pushed back behind your ears. Robin and Steve had actually got a bit worried when they didn’t see him every afternoon like usual, quickly picking up on the fact he only came in when you weren’t working. Eddie had been going in virtually everyday asking after the new Indiana Jones movie. He was convinced you had somehow figured out he wanted it, and cooked up some plan to keep it from him. But Steve told him the actual truth, that you had booked it for three weeks specially for Dustin’s birthday. “Personally i couldnt watch a film that many times but…well you know Henderson.” Eddie had nodded absentmindedly, his eyes glazed over with a strange look. “How does she know Dustin?” His voice had sounded strained, piquing Steve’s interest as he raised an eyebrow. “She’s his babysitter, his actual official babysitter. Has been since I’ve known the kid.” Eddie had only known Dustin a month or so at that point, but it did something to his chest knowing that you cared that much. He continued to complain to Gareth about you, of course…to keep up appearances. But something was different.

“What? Oh no that…thats sorted now.”

That was another thing that he hated, you were always doing stupidly kind things for people for no apparent reason. A week or so after mentioning the whole Temple of Doom saga to Harrington, Eddie had been, as he described it, accosted in the student carpark. He had just pulled up, giving himself five minutes before dragging himself to English where you would surely be already waiting. On top of everything you shared quite a few classes with Eddie, meaning he didn’t really ever get a chance of not being around you. He always knew when you were coming, the telltale smell of coffee that had too much cinnamon and not enough sugar intermingling with your vanilla perfume seemed to surround you. Drifting down the halls, clinging to your locker, english books, pens. He knew this because you often let him borrow a pen and a spare book when he forgot them. But that morning he was surrounded before he had chance to prepare himself. A blush had attacked his face, tinging his ears that luckily were hidden under his mop of curls when you appeared suddenly in front of him. Eddie had watched you eye the cigarette in his hand, caught in the way you inhaled a little deeper, breathed out a little slower. He was left illiterate, only managing to just keep his cool whilst he raised a ever bored eyebrow in your general direction. He had smirked when you sighed, rolling your eyes and shoving the box towards him. “Steve mentioned you were ‘hankering’ for this. Technically i still have it for another four days but…i think if Dusty watches it one more time the tape will break. It’s all yours.” You hadn’t even waited for a thank you, already turning on your heel and walking away. Leaving Eddie with his mouth open, cig caught on his lip and smoke tumbling out of his mouth. He hated the way you left him feeling, all red in the face, heart racing, like an idiot.

“So, what’s the problem?”

Eddie was certain he hated you, was completely convinced of the fact that there was a high chance of you hating him too. But after the past few months, after being forced to actually spend more than the usual minimal amount of time with you, hate didn’t feel like the right word. You treated Dustin like a little brother, actually all the kids clearly looked up to you. You were always on time for picking him up, but never complained about staying a little later. Eddie found himself loving those sessions more than anything, sneaking glances at you as you watched wide eyed at the world of Hellfire. But he had hated you, all through school he had found every inch of you irritating. From the little crop tops you wore in summer to the grandpa jumpers that appeared in the winter. He had hated you for the way you made him feel. Setting him alight every time you were near, making his stomach twist and churn when you caught his eye, god help him if you ever spoke to him properly. And yet…and yet all that was changing. He hadn’t even realised it until Erica had made a pointed comment after catching Eddie drooling over you during one of the later Hellfire meetings. “Are you just gonna sit there all goo-goo eyed over Dustin’s babysitter or are we actually gonna play, I’m missing a key episode of MLP for this yknow?”

“It’s…complicated.”

A few days prior, Eddie had passed you on your walk home from work. He had been driving back from a gig at the hideout, his headlights illuminating the downpour as he slowly made his way back through Hawkins when he spotted you. You were drenched, hair sticking to you face, clothes practically moulded to your body, shoes sodden and squelching on the pavement. At first he had just drove past, only making it a few feet up the street before he reversed back down the road. Robin and Steve had taken the afternoon off to take Dustin to some science fair with Mike and Lucas. Leaving just you and Keith to lock up. Usually you were fine with that, but it left you with no ride home as on that particular day your own car was at the garage. A perfect storm, resulting in you having to brave the autumn downpour on the thirty minute walk home. “Are you crazy?!” Eddie’s voice had scared you, nearly making you slip as you turned to see him staring at you wide eyed from the safety of his van. Eddie watched you turned your face towards the sky, a soft smile taking over the weak frown on his face as you basked in the downpour. “Possibly!” You grinned as you yelled back, an awkward moment growing with you only getting wetter as Eddie struggled to find the words. “Are you offering me a ride or not Munson? Not that it isn’t lovely to chat but uh…” He barely nodded but it was enough for you to run round and jump into the passenger seat. Eddie had glanced at you, frozen and suddenly unaware as to what to even say never mind do. He worried he had forgotten how to drive under your stare. “Theres…theres a spare t-shirt in the back if you…want a dry one?” You had forgotten all about your wet clothes after getting into the warmth of Eddie’s van. The shock of realising just how see through your white crop top had gone making you laugh as you happily accepted a new shirt.

“How could it possibly be more complicated?”

The whole drive back to your house Eddie had felt..strained. He could feel your eyes on him, the gentle burning of them making the van feel uncomfortably warm. Every few seconds he let himself look at you, his breathe quickly being stolen as the sight of you wearing his shirt. A ‘Corroded Coffin’ shirt to be exact. He felt like his head was going to explode, and then you started talking and that only made everything worse. You were trying to fill the silence, not able to bare the awkward quiet. You were rambling, a habit you and Robin seemed to share. Going on about work, looking after Dustin, the latest project for English, whatever film you and your friends were going to see at the weekend. Eddie was drumming his fingers, scrunching his nose and dragging a hand through his hair as he forced himself to focus on the road. A frown on his face that he had perfected for when he was alone with you. “Sorry, am i annoying you Munson?” You had noticed more and more that not only was Eddie not listening but he purposefully was ignoring you. He had done this a few times in the past, but never so blatantly. Eddie was weird, but you had also seen the caring and lovable side of him over the weeks he had spent with Dustin. So why did you get the cold shoulder? For a second those hardened brown eyes melted to chocolate buttons, glancing over at you as if finally caught in the headlights. “You were rambling, and I’m…im trying to focus on the road so we don’t crash. I dont really want to die with you in the car, princess.”

“It’s just…theres…we uh…there uh…”

The lunch that had been sat in front of Eddie continued to grow cold. Gareths stare only hardening as he noticed a strange glazed look coat Munsons usual death cold glare. Eddie replayed the night in his head. The silence that followed his use of ‘princess’ , the painful wince that had flooded his system as he realised what he had said. The look on your face when he had finally worked up the courage to face you. Your face was hard to read, blank almost whilst trying to process what had just happened. Eddie Munson. Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson had just referred to you as princess, whilst he was giving you a ride home, wearing his bands shirt and from the smell of it, it had been worn by Eddie a few times over. The rest of the journey was haunted by a heated silence that came to a grateful end when the van came to a stop outside your home. Eddie remembered you’re stutter, committed it to damn memory as if one day it would save his life. “Thanks for the ride Munson, I uh, well i guess i owe you one.” There was a cheeky tinge to your words, only made clear by the small smile you sent his way. “I’m keeping this shirt by the way…until next time sugar.” Eddie had watched you walk into your house, his hands gripping the wheel with the might of Thor. He could practically hear his heart in his chest, feel the blood rushing around his body. He couldnt sleep that night, or the night after. He couldnt even focus on DnD. All he could think about was that little smile, the way you fitted his shirt like it already belonged to you, how normal it felt to have you by his side.

“Theres been a disturbance in the force of something man.”

Gareth dropped the sandwich he had been happily enjoying whilst Eddie stared off into the distance. He knew all too well what that meant for Munson. The freak was in some dangerous waters. And if the stolen glances you had ben sneaking over at Eddie meant anything, so were you.

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strawheart-pirate · 6 months

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Comfort

Portgas D. Ace x gn!Reader

December 9th 2023 Words: 857 CW: modern AU / SFW / non/pre relationship, insecurities, fluff and comfort

Every Saturday before Christmas, you have a movie marathon with your best friend Ace. You went over to his place and were ready for a cozy and fun evening.

"Out of the way, Ace!" As soon as you took off your jacket and shoes, you ran to the fireplace to warm your frozen feet and hands. The heat instantly drove away the cold and a cozy warmth crept into your bones. You sighed happily and Ace laughed as he sat down on the couch.

"It's not that cold outside, you know..." He teased you with a sly grin.

"It's freezing! The roads are a mess, you can literally skate on them! Just because you seem to have a higher resistance to the cold..." You shook your head in disbelief. That man just never gets cold. When everyone else is bundled up in thick jackets and scarves, he still wears T-shirts.

Ace laughed and walked over to you with a blanket. "Come on, let's wrap you up nice and tight for our movie marathon."

You walked over to the couch and he wrapped you in your favorite blanket. Once he was sure you were comfortable, he went to the kitchen to get the hot chocolate and marshmallows he had already made.

"Oh wow, I could get used to your service. Thanks." I chuckled softly and took my drink from his hands.

"Just don't tell my brothers." We both giggled and he made himself comfortable on the couch as well. He grabbed the remote and flipped through the various Christmas movies. "So what do you want to watch first?"

"How about we start with 'Love Actually'?

"Alright, here we go." Ace started the movie and you both sipped your hot chocolate as the movie held your attention. This movie was one of the classics of your annual Christmas movie marathons.

You were halfway through the movie when a question popped into your head.

"Ace? Am I lovable?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. Ever since the holidays began, you've felt incomplete. Like it's Christmas and you need a partner. And it's not that you didn't want a relationship, you just wanted something serious and not just a situationship.

He put his hot chocolate on the table and turned to you with a serious look on his face. "What?"

"I mean... I've been single for so long now, no one has shown any serious interest in me, even though we've been out almost every weekend trying to find your special someone or mine. What's wrong with me? Do I stink? You would tell me if I did, wouldn't you? I just don't get it and it's frustrating. Especially at Christmas..."

"Do you know how many times I've asked myself the same question? Ever since my father left me..." He was silent for a second and you realized your mistake. You knew about his past and the struggle to be lovable, even to be allowed to live....

"I'm sorry. I... I didn't mean to..." You put your own hot chocolate on the table and silently put a hand on his.

"It's okay. It's not about me this time, and I don't want to talk about my old man anyway." He smiled at you reassuringly. "It's about you, and I'm sorry, but what you're saying is bullshit. You are lovable. I really love you very much. You don't stink and you're not weird... most of the time..."

"Hey, I'm not weird!" You pouted and hit him with a pillow, but as soon as he grinned, you both laughed and his mission to make you smile was successful.

"That's right, you're the weirdest, and I'm your handsome sidekick." He declared proudly, and another pillow hit his head. The situation escalated quickly and you both threw pillows and wrestled on the couch until he was on top of you, holding your wrists above your head. He grinned, knowing he had won. He made no move to get up, forcing you to look into his eyes.

"Look, I think you're a smart and good-looking person. Anyone who doesn't honestly see that doesn't deserve you. And don't let society fool you. You don't need a partner to have a merry Christmas." He smiled a genuine smile at you and rolled to the side when he saw you taking in his words.

A smile formed on your face and your doubts were gone. You were thankful to have a friend like Ace. "You're the best, Ace." You took the blanket and wrapped the two of you in it as you gave Ace a warm hug. You sighed happily as you snuggled together.

"That's exactly what I am." He grinned. "Should we continue the movie or watch something else?"

"Let's watch something else. I'm sick of romance movies." I chuckled and laid my head on his chest.

Ace smiled softly and started 'The Grinch'. He crossed his arms behind his head and enjoyed the coziness of it all. It was comforting to know that Ace always had your back. The warmth surrounding the two of you didn't help you stay awake, so it wasn't long before he could hear you snoring softly. He adjusted the blanket and turned down the volume on the movie. He put an arm around your back before falling asleep himself.

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pyramid-of-starrs · 7 months

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It's not the same tho!

Pairing: Seungmin x gn reader

Genre: Fluff

Warning: Reader is a brat but Seungmin loves it

A/N: This fic is for @atiny-dime-p1ece everyone else close your eyes lol

"I know they are in here, where did he hide it?" You said to yourself. You were currently on your knees digging through your boyfriends closet. It was the hellish season between fall and winter where it was cold but not super cold but chilly and not super chilly? You wanted to warm yourself up a bit, but a blanket wasn't doing the trick, so the next best thing? Stealing one of your boyfriends many, many hoodies, but was it stealing though? You had a right to those hoodies! Seungmin however thought otherwise but he was just gonna have to get over it to be honest. Luckily, he was out at practice still and you were watching movies in his dorm waiting on your puppy to comeback and snuggle you. Honestly wearing his hoodies wasn't just about being warm though, it was about how good it made you feel, how fuzzy you got thinking about him, the smell of his cologne and the thickness of the hoodie feeling like a warm embrace. He did ask you specifically to stop taking his hoodies but again he was going to have to get over it!

While you were digging you suddenly felt a pinch on your butt that shocked you and you let out a yelp while turning around to sit on your butt to see who it was.

"Wanna tell me what you're doing going through my stuff Y/N?" your boyfriend said standing a healthy 5 feet and 10 inches.

"W-well I was just looking around for something I forgot…" You managed to stutter out.

"Something you forgot? And what exactly did you forget in my closet?" He said raising his eyebrow.

"Um… THIS ISN'T FAIR!" you yelled out while standing up to demand a hoodie like it was your birth right.

"You always come over and take all my hoodies! I told you I will buy you your own if you want them so bad." He said refusing to back down.

"It's not the same! I want yours!"

"I’ll buy the same one twice then, one for me, one for you." You rolled your eyes then shook your head.

"You just don't get it!" you walked over to his bed and put yourself in the corner to hug one of his pillows that he called your pillow and pout. "I'm mad at you!"

"You'll get over it." He said deciding that arguing with you was no use, you were his spoiled little brat and he had no one to blame but himself for making you that way.

"No, I won't! I'm going to be mad at you for the rest of my very cold days." You muffled as you stuffed your face in the pillow.

"Stop being dramatic." now he was the one rolling his eyes.

"I'm not being dramatic you're being mean!"

"Would a mean boyfriend offer to take you to get the new plushie that you've been wanting that released today?" He said smiling at you to try to pique your interest, you had to admit he was good at that. "And take you too boba after." Your eyes looked up from behind the pillow, you wanted to resist, no, needed to resist.

"I'll only take you if you stop being mad at me." He said opening his arms for you to give him a truce hug. You stayed quiet, it killed you, but you stayed quiet. He sighed knowing you were good at getting him to crack.

"Did I forget to mention that I stopped by our album distribution center and grabbed you my photocards for this comeback as well?" He said pulling out a brown mini photocard binder that had cute puppies on it and was filled with fresh photocards, oh it was like a sword to your heart to not say anything, but you couldn't give in now and risk looking weak.

He sighed once again then suddenly left the room for a moment, you were confused. Were you perhaps being a bit to bratty or mean? You didn't want Seungmin to think you were really mad at him, you were just being playfully spoiled but then he reentered the room with a gray hoodie in hand, he tossed it too you as it landed on your head.

"Fine, here you big baby." He said, he just truly could not tell you no.

"Yay! Thank you Minnie!" You slipped on the hoodie then got off the bed to jump on him to give him a big hug.

"Yeah, yeah you're welcome." He said squeezing your waist and pecking your lips. "Come on so we can get your plushie and boba."

Again, you were his little brat and he loved you that way.

#skz fanfic #skz fluff #skz scenarios #skz imagines #skz x reader #skz seungmin #stray kids fanfic #stray kids #skz #stray kids fluff #seungmin #kim seungmin #seungmin fluff #kim seungmin fluff #writenbypyramidofstars

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kyufessions · 7 months

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children

synopsis: a cuddling session with your long term boyfriend leads to a serious discussion

pairings: boyfriend! changmin x g.n. reader

word count: 0.7k

genre: fluff, domestic

general taglist: @jwnghyuns @eaudenana @soobin-chois

tbz taglist: @ilovechanhee

snow fell onto the windowpane, each snow flurry different from the last. Child’s Play 2 played on the television, a bowl of popcorn half empty on the coffee table that was occupied by empty mugs of hot cocoa and both of your boyfriends feet propped up on the surface. the navy blue fuzzy blanket covered you both, keeping you warm along with each other's body heat as your legs were thrown over his lap. your arms wrapped around his waist as he played with your hair. everything felt perfect, almost as if it were a movie.

even though you loved your life with changmin as is, you wanted more. as you grew older, you had started having growing baby fever. of course you’re still young and wouldn’t mind waiting a few more years, but your want for a child kept growing each day. just earlier at the coffee shop down the road, you noticed a mother pushing her baby in a stroller. the sight of the few month old bundled up in a big puffer jacket and a cat beanie sent your mind into orbit, the smile on your face refusing to leave as you watched them in their own world. it was moments like that that made you daydream of having a child, maybe even children. you don’t know when this feeling came about or why, but it’s stuck with you and not leaving.

changmin watched you zone out for a few seconds, trying to read your facial expression. but when he couldn’t put a finger on it, he spoke up. “babe, are you okay?”

the sound of his voice brought you back into reality, turning your head to him and nodding slightly. “i’m okay, sorry.” you laid your head on his shoulder with a sigh, drawing circles into his skin. “just thinking.”

his fingers running through your hair brings you immense comfort, making you melt further into him. his eyes don’t leave your face, concern filling him. “what about? are you okay? what happened?”

you chuckle, looking back up at him and noticing the worried look in his eyes. pecking his lips quickly, you readjust yourself on his lap and rest your chin on his shoulder. “i’m okay, it’s just-“ you pause, taking in your bottom lip between your teeth. “how do you feel about children?”

he’s taken aback, but thinks for a moment before responding. “i don’t mind children, why?”

“would you ever have any of your own?” the silence is deafening as you await his answer.

he shrugs, his fingers never leaving your locks. “with you, i wouldn’t mind having some.”

you smile at him, butterflies erupting in your stomach at the thought of mini ji changmin’s roaming around your future home together. “some? not just one?”

“unless you want just one, that’s fine too.” he brings his lips to the tip of your nose, leaving a small kiss before brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “whatever you want, i would be happy with. if you want kids, we can have kids. if you want a small army of cats, we can have a small army of cats. i don’t care as long as we’re in the same story.”

the smile from ear to ear never left your face as he spoke, the words going in through one ear and storing itself away into a part of your brain. if you could see yourself in cartoon form, your eyes would be replaced with hearts and your heart beating out of your chest. changmin returned the smile, laughter escaping his lips as he tilted his head in confusion.

“is this all that’s been on your mind?”

you nod, cupping his cheek in one of your hands. feeling him turn into mush in your hands made your heart race, the butterflies shifting into a zoo. “yeah, i’ve been having really bad baby fever for the past few months. i was scared to bring it up to you in case our views differed.”

his lips placed a chaste kiss to your palm, his eyes never leaving yours as a cold breeze crept down his spine. “it’s not my decision to make about kids because it’s your body, not mine. regardless, i'm happy as long as i'm with you.” his one hand creeps into yours, fingers intertwining under the blanket to keep warm. “when do you want to start?”

eyes widening, you softly smack his thigh in a playful manner. both of your laughters bounce off the walls, smiles being exchanged. “put a ring on my finger and we can finish this discussion later.”

“but chucky and tiffany weren’t married when they-“

“babe, i love you, but please don’t compare us to serial killer dolls.”

#kyufessions tbz #tbz #tbz changmin #the boyz #the boyz changmin #tbz fluff #changmin fluff #tbz ji changmin #ji changmin #ji changmin fluff

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eskawrites · 4 months

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the other day i caved and made a document folder that just says 'lowkey an untitled fantasy trilogy' and iykyk so uh have some third movie tenlark if the third movie took place in winter instead of spring/summer like it actually does in the fic

The fire was getting low, but there was just enough snow on the ground to make the quickly falling night a little lighter. Light enough to see a small figure out in the shadows, huddled in on herself as she stared through the trees.

Lark sighed and pushed to her feet. Moss tilted her head up to follow the movement, watching her silently. Lark nodded toward Arren, still fast asleep beneath the blankets.

“Keep an eye on things, yeah?”

Moss nodded. Simple as that, because of course it was. Lark didn’t even have to ask, really. She walked out of the tent, past the fire and out of its weakening light, into the silvery shadows of the increasingly snowy forest.

“Hey,” she said, quietly, not wanting to spook Tenar with her approach. But Tenar didn’t flinch, or look her way, or even tilt her head to show that she had heard her at all. Lark bit her lip, then stepped closer. “It’s, uh, it’s getting colder. You should come back. I’m about to throw another log on, cook us some dinner.”

Tenar said nothing. The snow lingered in her hair, down and messy across her shoulders in a way Lark had never seen before. The chill left bumps on her skin, her arms bare in her ruined dress. Lark sighed.

“Look, Arren isn’t awake to be anxious about your well-being, so I feel it’s my duty to be a bother in his stead. Come back to the fire. Drink some of the tea Ged made. You don’t even have to talk to us, just come get warm.”

“No.” Tenar’s voice was cold. Not harsh, just cold. Like the dark, dead silhouettes of the trees around them. Like the hard, frozen stones half-buried beneath the fallen snow. She tilted her head toward Lark, finally, barely, and there was a stoic, practiced politeness, and no warmth at all, as she added, “Thank you.”

“Your Highness—”

Tenar shook her head, sharp and sudden, harsh and angry and distraught—more reaction than she’s let herself show since Lark brought her back to camp. Lark swallowed hard.

“Tenar,” she tried again, timid, and this time she saw the rigid line of Tenar’s shoulders start to break, to crumple in on itself. “I don’t know what happens next, for any of us. But I know it doesn’t involve you freezing to death out here. Come on. Come eat something, drink something. We can get you out of that dirty old dress—”

“No.” Tenar turned back to her, and Lark realized—her heart jumping up to her throat—that the anger was not gone yet. “And don’t touch me.”

Another realization: her hand was hovering between them, reaching subconsciously toward Tenar. She drew it back hastily.

“I-I’m sorry, Your Highness, I—”

“No,” Tenar said yet again, softer now. “I’m sorry, I didn’t—I’m sorry, Lark. That was completely uncalled for. I should never have lost my temper. I apologize.”

She meant it, as stiff as the words sounded to Lark. It gave her the courage to step forward again. When Tenar didn’t object, she closed the space between them and crouched beside her—still more than an arm’s length away, but close enough that when she looked over, Tenar was really all that she saw.

“I think it’s understandable, losing your temper after all you’ve been through. And you can afford to, with me. Lose your temper, I mean.”

“That doesn’t mean you deserve it,” Tenar said, looking out into the trees again.

“Yes, well, none of us have gotten what we deserve, lately.” Lark followed her gaze, but she found she couldn’t stare out into the forest for long. She turned back to Tenar.

They were quiet for a while. Lark felt vaguely as if she was waiting for something. The cold was starting to get to her, just a little, but she ignored it. She wasn’t particularly packed for winter—the storm had been too sudden, and besides, they were all supposed to be back at the castle by now. But she was better off than Tenar in her ceremonial dresses, now torn to shreds and soaked with snow and mud. And blood, if Lark looked closely enough.

She didn’t mind waiting for Tenar, she realized. In fact, she found it much preferable to the suddenly harrowing idea of leaving her out here.

“It was my mother’s.” Tenar’s voice was smaller now, almost like she didn’t want to be heard.

Lark looked at her, but Tenar, too, seemed to shrink under her gaze—a sight so out of character that Lark felt panic tighten her chest. She kept herself from reaching out, though, and turned her gaze back to the trees. She heard Tenar’s exhale beside her and closed her eyes in relief along with it.

“The dress, I mean,” continued Tenar. “One of the first she'd had made for her after she was made queen. She said she was always fond of it, even after it went out of style. She said it made her feel confident as she sat in the council rooms, even on the days she had no idea what she was doing.”

Lark couldn’t look away anymore. She faced Tenar, but Tenar’s gaze was far away. She was shivering in her tattered, precious dress. Shivering within the memory.

“She gave it to me that morning. She—she told me I didn’t need it, really. That I didn’t need anything to help me in the council meetings, because I—I was already so much better than she could have hoped to be at my age.”

“Tenar,” Lark whispered.

“She told me she was proud—”

Her voice broke, then, and Lark saw the tears as they started to fall down her pale, frozen cheeks. She couldn’t help but reach for her now. Tenar did the same, her hand darting out to grasp at Lark’s as soon as it became available. Her fingers were icy, her grip shaking from the cold and the grief and the desperate strength with which she clung to Lark.

“The dress stays,” Tenar whispered.

Lark nodded quickly. “Of course. If I had known, I never would’ve suggested—”

“I know.”

#and then scrub this from your memory just in case i ever do make this an actual story #idk man it's been a weird day and a weird week have some tenlark #it ends suddenly bc that's where my notes devolve into me talking to myself in grammarless italics #anyway #tenlark #erathia #celebrity fake dating au

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t3acupz · 14 days

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🩻🤍💉 Brownham Medwhump May 💉🤍🩻

9. Self-inflicted

The first time, it happened by accident. Will was gutting a freshly caught trout, running the thin knife across its belly when his hand slipped, and he nicked his finger. He was surprised when the pain felt… good. That nightmarish scene flashed in his mind like a movie on an old VHS tape. Grainy images, seeing himself in third person, like it wasn’t really him watching Abigail bleed to death. He touched the smile across his abdomen, Hannibal’s parting gift to him.

“You’re bleeding!” Matthew hurried over to Will from the cozy fireplace where moments before he was petting Buster. The younger man took Will’s hand, and brought him to the sink. “Let’s wash off the blood, okay?” Matthew would sometimes catch Will in these dazed states but they were becoming more frequent. Will didn’t have to tell him what was troubling him, he already knew by the name he refused to mention. Even when Matthew would bring up Hannibal Lecter, Will would get quiet, and mumble that he needed to go work on his boat or take the dogs out for a walk.

Matthew could live with the fact that some wounds won’t heal. That living with Will also meant living with the memory of Hannibal. It was a peculiar love triangle, one that Matthew acknowledged, and Will pretended did not exist.

The second time was deliberate. The shower was on but Will was in front of the mirror, staring at his own reflection until he could see after images of Hannibal’s face when he blinked. He took one of the razors in his medicine cabinet, and ran a finger over the edge. A red droplet stained the porcelain sink. You and I have begun to blur. He pressed down on his wrist, going in a vertical line, watching the blood trickle out like the branching pattern of a sprawling tree’s roots.

Matthew had given Hannibal those wrist scars, by proxy. But the ownership of them belonged to Will, and Will alone.

He was about to begin on his other arm when the knocking on the bathroom door became louder, more frantic. “Will?! You’ve been in there for an hour, please, open the door.” Matthew begged, falling on his knees and hitting his fist against the doorframe.

Will felt like he was under water but he wasn’t standing in the shower. He was in a stream, watching the Ravenstag move across the dappled sunlight on the edge of the forest. He could hear a distant banging, but he didn’t know where it was coming from.

Matthew broke down the door with a final hard kick. Will was on the floor of the bathroom, water was pooling all around him from the overflowing bathtub.

“NO!! WILL— GOD NO!” Matthew picked up the unconscious man, and brought him to the queen sized bed. He quickly ran down the stairs to fetch the first aid kit, and spent the next hour stitching the four inch long cut on Will’s left wrist.

Will was pale, his body felt ice cold. Matthew wrapped him in layers of blankets as Winston laid by his master’s feet, warming his toes. Hours had gone by, and the younger man was about to call an ambulance when Will spoke with a hoarse voice. “Don’t.”

Matthew threw down his phone, and cradled Will in his arms. “You don’t have to kill yourself,” He cried, grabbing Will so tightly that the older man was starting to become faint again. “He’s still out there, he’s alive. We’ll find him one day, I promise. But don’t leave me here alone.”

Tears welled up in Will’s eyes. “I can still feel him. He’s everywhere and nowhere. He’s in my head.” Will sobbed into Matthew’s shoulder.

Matthew grabbed Will’s face with both hands, and forced Will to look him in the eyes. “I don’t care if you still want him. I love you. I will always love you.”

“Then let me mark you as mine,” Will answered. It wasn’t what Matthew was hoping for in response but it was better than nothing at all.

“My body is all yours to do with as you please.” Matthew’s green eyes were so besotted with love that Will had to look away.

Will took Matthew’s left hand, and kissed the back of it. “‘Til death do us part.” Will whispered, taking Matthew’s ring finger, and biting down into the flesh as hard as he could. The pain radiated up his arm, Matthew flinched but didn’t move away.

“Now do the same to me,” He spoke, presenting Matthew with his left hand.

“Only if you promise me that you would never hurt yourself again.”

“I promise.”

Matthew hesitated for a moment but took Will’s ring finger, and created a matching pair.

After bandaging their wounds, and cleaning up the bathroom, Matthew slipped into the bed beside Will who was sleeping more peacefully than he had ever seen before. Matthew didn’t know if this meant they were friends, lovers or whatever the hell Will had in mind when he scarred them but he didn’t care. It meant Will was still here, with him — alive. Matthew held Will closer, putting a hand to the sleeping man’s heart, grateful he could still feel it beating.

#in this timeline #hannibal is still alive #mizumono happened #and matthew has been living with will for a few months #i love will’s intrusive thoughts <333 #brownham #medwhump may #matthew brown #fic

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sl-ut · 2 years

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edge of seventeen

pairing: robin buckley x fem!reader

description: y/n becomes an honorary member of corroded coffin. robin is happy for her, but quickly begins to miss her girlfriend while she’s practicing.

warnings: implied smut (but no actual smut), swearing, jealousy, groupies

words: 2.5K

date posted: 02/11/22

“Are you even watching the movie?” Robin murmured, careful not to alert any of the others of the attention that she was receiving beneath the cocoon of blankets she’d wrapped around both herself and her girlfriend.

Y/n nudged her head away from Robin’s neck, lips swollen from leaving purple marks along her flesh as her cold fingers slipped beneath the hem of her shirt. She narrowed her eyes at the blonde, “Are you complaining?”

Robin sighed, shaking her head slowly and sighing as the ministrations returned, her own hands tugging her even further into her lap tightly. She tried to keep her eyes on the screen and her breathing steady, but each graze of her lover’s teeth against her long, slender throat made it increasingly harder for her to not drag her off to the bathroom and have her way with her. Her eyes slowly fluttered shut, neck craning to allow her more room, quickly getting lost in the heat that began to brew in the pit of her belly with every stroke of her fingers against the outside of her bra.

Then, she felt a slight tug on her blanket, followed by a quiet psst. Y/n paused very briefly, body stiffening with annoyance as she attempted to return to giving her undivided attention to her girlfriend before she felt it again, once again being accompanied by a louder psst.

Robin peered over the blanket, scowling as her gaze found Eddie on the floor near their feet, the edge of the blanket grasped in his fist as he tugged again.

“Ignore him,” Y/n told her, reaching out and swatting his hand away.

“I won’t stop,” He smirked, grabbing at the blanket again.

Y/n reached out once again, this time grasping a fistful of his dark curls and giving them a firm tug, giggling as he let out a shout of dismay.

“Are you guys done?” Steve craned his neck to stare over Max’s head, brows set low over his eyes as he scolded the older teens.

“Yes,” Y/n answered, glaring as Eddie spoke over top of her with a stern no.

“What the hell is going on?” Robin’s mind immediately thought the worst.

They’re in love, Eddie’s trying to get her to leave me. No, she wouldn’t–they killed someone together. Mike hasn’t been around in a while. Yeah, they definitely killed Mike.

“Y/n’s depriving the world of her glorious pipes.”

Robin’s eyes widened, “Pipes? Okay, what the hell are we talking about?”

“I’ve got a Friday night spot at the Hideout, and Gareth’s gonna be out of town. Y/n here, has the voice of an angel, and is selfishly refusing me to fill in.”

“I do not,” Her face grew warm under all of the attention.

“Yeah you do,” Max affirmed, “I heard you singing in the shower.”

Y/n tilted her head, “When have you heard me singing in the shower?”

Max shrugged, “You left your window unlocked. Anyway, you should do it.”

“Okay,” Y/n pinched the bridge of her nose, “We’re coming back to that.”

“Don’t forget the time that you did karaoke all night at that New Year’s Eve party,” Steve added, “You were pretty far gone, but you still sounded good.”

Robin pursed her lips, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you sing, like really sing.”

Eddie clapped his hands together, “Perfect, you can hear it next Friday night when Y/n sings for us.” He turned to her, “C’mon, this could be huge for us. If we back out now, who knows when we’ll get another shot.”

Y/n frowned, exhaling sharply through her nose as she glanced over at her friends. Steve and Max nodded enthusiastically, Eddie continued to grip the blanket in his hands pleadingly, and Dustin snored loudly from his spot next to the metalhead. Finally, she turned to Robin, who smiled encouragingly.

“I mean, if you’re really as good as everyone says, I wanna hear you. I think you should do it.”

Y/n sighed, turning back to Eddie’s pleading stare, “Fine.”

He leapt to his feet, kicking Dustin square in the ribs on his way up as he shouted in joy. The boy woke with a startled gasp, staring up in confusion as Eddie snatched the girl out of Robin’s grasp and began to spin her around giddily.

“Woah,” She pushed against him, “You’re gonna make me puke.”

“Sorry,” He placed her back on her feet as she poked his chest.

“I have conditions,” She placed her hands on her hips, “I get to pick four songs.”

“One.”

“Three.”

“Two.”

“Deal.”

– – –

A week and a half had gone by, and the Hideout was filled to the brim with a mix of individuals. Bikers filed in one by one and settled in the back near the pool tables, while drunks milled around the bar collecting drink after drink. Robin was willing to bet a heavy sum of money that she was the youngest person in there by at least five years, save for Steve. The kids had put up a fuss about not going, but Steve and Robin figured it would be less likely for them to be kicked out if they weren’t trying to wrangle in their gaggle of teenage children.

“You okay?” Steve asked, glancing over at Robin as her fingers gripped the glass in front of her tightly.

She hummed in response, knee bouncing anxiously as she took in the crowd. In all reality, there was nothing wrong with her. A bit uncomfortable in the setting, yes, however the true issue was entirely different. Robin would never admit it, but she was just plain ol’ horny. It had only been a week and a half since Eddie had talked Y/n into performing with him, but it had seemed to take up every free second she had after school. Saturday was their typical ‘date night’ where they would simply have a movie night at Y/n’s place. The movie would usually be at least half way through before one of them made a move, but Robin was a bit too riled up to wait. Her fingers had slid dangerously high up her thigh as her lips began to trail up her neck, whispering sweet nothings into her girlfriend’s ear in hopes of prompting a good reaction out of her. Her attempt was soiled, though, as she was only met with a soft snore, craning her neck to find Y/n’s face tucked into her shoulder, face drooping with sleep. Robin worked Sundays, while Y/n, of course, had band practice.

“You sure?”

“I’m sure,” She held her breath and downed the last of her drink, “Get me another one, would you?”

He frowned, “Why can’t you get it?”

“I’m not twenty-one.”

“Neither am I.”

“You look older, though,” She nodded, “Besides, you already got the first ones.”

He grunted something she didn’t understand, but she was sure it had something to do with her being a mooch, which was a completely true statement–not that she had any ambition to change that fact.

Eddie and the other members of Corroded Coffin took the stage tuning their instruments obnoxiously as Robin scanned the stage for her girlfriend, though she was nowhere to be found. Her fingers began to tap nervously on the polished tabletop.

“Christ, you’d think you were the one going up there,” Steve snorted as he placed yet another whiskey sour in front of her, “Relax, she’s gonna be great.”

Robin wanted to tell him off, to say that she knew that Y/n would do great, that she wasn’t concerned for how nervous she may have been. She wanted to tell him that she had no doubt in her mind that Y/n would be fantastic, but she just couldn’t wait until the show was over so that she could drag her home and not let her get even a wink of sleep that night. Then, she started to wonder if she was a bad girlfriend for being so focused on the lack of sex she’d been having instead of the fact that Y/n would be taking the stage any moment and was likely suffering from stage fright.

Eddie’s voice echoed through the bar, welcoming the crowd like a true professional, though Robin could easily see how anxious he really was beneath his cool front.

“We actually have a special guest joining us for one night only,” He glanced to the side of the stage, where Robin finally spotted the top of Y/n’s head. “Let’s hear it for Y/n!”

A chorus of cheers sounded throughout the bar as she timidly made her way on stage. Robin tilted her head at her appearance, clearly having been dressed by Eddie that night as she appeared in a maroon long sleeve shirt and quite possibly the shortest denim skirt that Robin had ever seen her wear overtop of a pair of fishnet tights, neck and fingers adorning heavy silver jewellery and hair just as messy as Eddie’s. Her eyes were lined with thick, and her lips were painted in a dark colour that Robin couldn’t entirely make out under the lights.

Her fingers grasped the microphone tightly, her weight shifting back and forth as she glanced anxiously over her shoulder at Eddie before leaning in closer to speak into her mic, “Uh, hi.”

The speakers squealed under her echoing voice as the bar fell silent. Panic flashed clearly across her face as her eyes scanned the crowd, settling on Robin’s face. Her lips parted into a relieved smile, and Robin nodded at her, clapping her hands around her mouth and letting out a thunderous cheer of her name. Steve was quick to follow, igniting at least half of the bar into the cheer. Eddie nudged Y/n, asking if she was ready, grinning at her and beginning to strum the opening notes as she nodded.

Robin was shocked as the lyrics began to flow smoothly out of Y/n’s mouth and through the speakers, feeling pinned to her chair as she slowly began to visibly loosen up on stage and started to move along with the beat. The time slot they’d been given was only enough for one set, and Robin found it easy to tell that Y/n was feeling glad that it was almost over.

The final song began, Jeff strumming the easily recognizable chords. Robin grinned, mentally kicking herself for not guessing that they would be playing it. It began as Robin’s favourite song, and then grew into Y/n’s favourite song, to which she declared that it would be their song.

“Just like the white winged dove

Sings a song, sounds like she's singing.”

Robin bobbed along to the song, cheeks flushing pink under the direct stare of her girlfriend as she sang, practically serenading her. Steve nudged her with his elbow, a knowing smirk crossing his features as she scarcely tore her eyes away from the stage to glare at him.

The song ended, and the crowd roared to life as they chanted, Robin leaping to her feet to applaud and hoot and holler as loud as she physically was able to. She watched with teary eyes as Y/n tried to suppress her own excitement, especially as the cheering grew louder when Eddie motioned for her to take a bow.

Robin and Steve waited patiently–well, Steve waited patiently–for the band to return from packing their equipment away in Eddie’s band. Robin was thrumming in excitement, eyes scanning the bar for any sign of Y/n’s reappearance and rushing forward as she finally spotted her.

“Baby!” She cried, engulfing her girlfriend in her arms tightly, “You were so good! And you look… you look hot!”

Y/n grinned up at her, fingers digging into her forearms as Robin cupped her jaw, resisting the urge to kiss her in front of such a large crowd and outing both of them as town pariahs. Instead, she bumped their foreheads together as they shared a knowing look.

“That was–”

Eddie appeared behind her, grasping her bicep to catch her attention, “Hey, the groupies are looking for you.”

“Groupies?” Robin snorted.

“We’ve never had them before, just some chicks that wanna buy us drinks,” Eddie smirked, noting Robin’s scowl, “Relax, Buckley. Nothing wrong with accepting a free drink, right?”

She pursed her lips, “Yeah, right.”

Y/n frowned at her, “I don’t have to go, Rob–”

“No, no,” She forced a smile, “Go get yourself a free drink. See you in a few?”

Y/n nodded, allowing Eddie to drag her towards a group of girls at the bar, all of them seeming to be a few years older than them, and while most were busy stroking the egos of the boys, one girl seemed particularly interested in Y/n.

Robin didn’t even try to hide her annoyance from next to Steve, scowling and growling to herself as she watched the girl slide closer to her girlfriend and whisper into her ear before sliding a large drink across the bar to her and reaching up to push a bit of hair out of her face. Finally, she pushed herself up, ignoring Steve’s call after her as she marched through the crowd and towards the crowd of groupies that had formed.

She placed her hands on Y/n’s back, catching her attention as she pushed up against her. The girl’s eyes narrowed at the intrusion on their conversation, but her hand failed to fall away from her thigh.

“Hey,” Robin smiled at Y/n sweetly, “I was looking for you.”

Y/n furrowed her brows, but chose not to question her, “Oh, sorry, I was just talking to…”

The girl frowned, stating her name harshly, annoyed that Y/n had been so easily distracted from her with the simple touch of her girlfriend.

“Right,” Y/n grinned at Robin, leaning into her chest, “Rob, do you want a drink?”

Robin shook her head, pressing a discreet kiss to her temple, “No thanks, baby. I actually wanted to show you something out in Steve’s car.”

Y/n’s eyes darkened at her words, chewing on her lip as she quickly understood the implication of Robin’s words.

“Okay,” She smirked, “I think I have a few things to show you, too.”

She rushed back over to where she’d abandoned Steve, grasping his arm tightly, “Steve, I need your keys.”

He furrowed his brow, “What? Why?”

Robin gave him a knowing look, “Steve, please give me your keys.”

Steve frowned, “Seriously?” He leaned up and began to fish them out of his pocket, “Make it quick, I’m ready to leave soon.”

She shrugged, snatching the keys before rushing off, grabbing Y/n’s hand as they hurried towards the exit, “We’ll see.”

“And put a blanket down!"

#robin buckley x you #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #stranger things s4 #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things smut #stranger things

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jungle-angel · 2 years

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“Mo cheann beag” (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: The littlest ones are often the ones who have a deep impact on our lives

Notes: Title roughly translates to “My Little One” in Gaelic

Tagging: @eagerforthesky I promised ya’ll a fic and I have delivered (lol)

Movie nights were something that you and Bob loved above all, even if the kids were too young to understand what was going on.

You and Bob had let the kids stay up a little bit later to watch the movie “Rudy”, a movie that you and Bob loved and had bonded over when you had first met and knew that the kids would appreciate when the time came.

Deidre giggled as the family mutt laid down beside her, all of three of them curled up under their little blankets while you and Bob had taken the couch. The work on the ranch was done for the day, the cows and horses in the barn and the snow falling softly outside, the winters of the Midwest beginning to arrive.

You rested your head against Bob’s, his arm around you with one hand on the bump in your abdomen that was beginning to show a little more each day. “God I love this movie,” he murmured. “Reminds me of when my Dad went to Notre Dame and played football.”

“Your dad went to Notre Dame?” you asked him.

“Yep,” Bob answered. “Got a full ride on the GI bill and everything.”

You and Bob watched, totally absorbed in the story of Rudy’s struggle and drive to play football for Notre Dame. You felt your little one, not yet born, beginning to stir inside you, the little feet pressing against the top of your bump as Bob’s hand moved over the spot where you felt the kicking. “Guess the little one has spoken,” you chuckled.

A laugh escaped your husband’s throat as his hand gently began rubbing circles where he last felt the kicking. Deidre, Patrick and August suddenly jumped up when they finally saw Rudy’s big win, chanting his name as though they too were in the stands. You and Bob couldn’t help but laugh, amazed at the connection your kids were having with this movie.

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“Alright honey, you ready to find out if it’s a boy or a girl?” the doctor asked.

“Ready as we’ll ever be,” you chuckled.

Bob helped you lay on your back as you rolled your shirt up to just below your tits, exposing your abdomen. You shivered a little as soon as the cold gel hit your skin, the probe tickling a little bit as she pressed it against your skin. Bob was just as nervous as you were, even though you had already been through it three times.

“Alright, here we go,” the doctor said cheerfully as she pointed to the screen. “So there’s the head, there’s the little heart right there, there’s the little feet....”

You felt Bob’s hand getting a little sweaty as it gripped yours. The build up to these moments were often when the excited nervousness crept in.

“Looks like there’s a little something, right there,” the doctor chuckled as she pointed to a spot on the screen you and Bob could hardly make out. You looked a little bit closer and Bob’s eyes went wide behind his glasses, his hand clamping over his jaw which caused you to laugh. “Oh my God,” he said, his voice muffled behind his hand. “Is it really?”

“Congratulations you two,” the doctor said excitedly.

“Oh man,” Bob chuckled, shaking his head a little. “Deidre’s gonna flip when she finds out she’s getting a baby brother.”

You laughed and kissed the back of his hand. Bob returned the kiss, happy beyond words that the rest of the squad were going to have another nephew.

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No matter how many times you had done this.

No matter how many times it had brought you and Bob unimaginable joy.

Labor SUCKED.

You leaned against Bob as the warm water in the bath relieved some of the pain in your lower back, one of his hands gripping your own and the other rubbing up and down your back. “I love every one of them,” you groaned. “But this one is really putting me through the ringer.”

Bob felt your hand tighten around his, you drawing in a shaky breath and letting it out as the muscles in your belly tightened and relaxed. “You’ll make it through, baby,” he assured you. “I promise you will.”

It went on for what felt like an eternity, both Bob and the midwife assuring you that everything was going smoothly You could feel it already, the pressure, the sweat standing out on your forehead and the shakiness in your body. You didn’t fight it. The minute you felt the need, the midwife told you to push.

It was quick. Five good pushes and in no time at all, you felt that familiar relief wash over your body. The midwife lifted your son out of the water and into your arms, the little one’s face scrunched as he let forth his shrieks. You and Bob couldn’t believe how tiny he was, fitting perfectly into your arms, his fingers and his toes barely the size of yours.

“Oh baby, shhhh, it’s ok,” you murmured trying to calm your baby boy’s cries. Bob gently stroked his son’s hair, the baby’s hands clenching into little fists. He still could hardly believe that the two of you had made something so perfect.

“You wanna hold him Daddy?” you asked him.

“Of course,” Bob answered.

He slipped his shirt off as the midwife helped you in turn, gently taking your newborn son in his hands, towel and all and cradling him against the bare skin of his chest. “It’s ok baby,” he whispered. “We’re gonna get you all warmed up and get you back to Mama once she’s all ready.”

Bob felt the baby growing a little warmer as he held him, switching out the bath towel for the crochet blanket his mother, Irene, had made, the yarn shades of blue, gold, white and pale bronze. “There we go,” he whispered. “Now you’re nice and warm.”

Bob was still in disbelief that such a perfect little human had been made by the two of you, the tears beginning to form in his eyes. “Welcome to the family, mo cheann beag,” Bob murmured, the baby squirming as a gentle little coo escaped him.

You were laid up in your bed in the bedroom of your house, with Bob beside you a short time later, your son rooted at your breast as he fed, his eyes half closed as Bob stroked the baby’s soft tufts of dark blonde hair. “You know he’s gonna need a name right?” you pointed out.

Bob made a face, realizing that the two of you hadn’t decided on a name yet. You went through every possible name for boys that you could think of for a boy, but none of them sticking.

“Guess the only name we haven’t mulled over is Rudy,” Bob said.

To your surprise, the baby let go, his head turning sharply to look right up at you with his little eyes that had gone just as wide as Bob’s. “Did you see.....?”

You laughed, nodding until you felt the sharpness of the baby suddenly having let go of your nipple. “I think the little one has spoken again,” you half laughed.

Bob kissed the top of his son’s delicate little head. “Rudy,” he murmured. “Rudy.......babes, it’s perfect.”

Rudy Sean Floyd’s name was put beside the names of you, Bob, Bob’s parents and Bob’s siblings as well as Deidre, Auggie and Patrick’s. You couldn’t help but smile as well when you put him in his warm little pjs, dark blue and emblazoned with a little teddy bear holding a football and big gold letters that read “Notre Dame” across the top. When you had taken as many pictures as you had wanted, Bob picked Rudy up and placed him in the crib at the foot of the bed, covering him with the blanket. “Goodnight Rudy,” he whispered, placing a kiss on his tiny little cheek.

#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #top gun maverick short stories #dagger squad

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marvelettesassemblenow · 2 years

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Tati's Flufftober Five - “Oh no, you’re a Morning Person!”

Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Summary: You spend the first night over at Steves place

Word Count: 600

Warnings: none, I think

A/N: This is my fourth entry for @flufftober

Spending the first night at your new partners place is exciting. You were nervous, because what if he didn’t like you after that night? Would you snore? Does he snore? You prayed that you wouldn’t fart in your sleep or hog the blanket. Did he have a special ritual that you were interrupting? Would he mind your cold feet, did you pack everything?

“Are you okay?” Steve’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts. His hand that was holding yours grounded you and of course he was carrying your bag.

“Yeah, of course,” you said and suddenly you felt calmer. Steve nodded and pulled you a little bit closer until you reached his apartment. Steve told you you could change into something comfortable before you would eat. You had already picked up something and decided to watch a movie, but when you spotted the switch in Steve’s apartment you both got into a competitive game of Mario Kart. The tension was gone until both of you got tired and decided you’d go to bed. Steve let you use the bathroom first and when he came back, he wondered why you were sitting on the edge of the bed.

“I didn’t know if you have a side?” you shrugged.

“If it would be okay, I would take the one facing the door,” he asked and you nodded. You made your way to the side with the window and slipped under the blanket. Steve started to remove his shirt, but stopped. “Is it okay, if I take off my shirt?”

“Of course, I want you to be comfortable and it’s your home!”

“And I want you to be comfortable.” He bent forward and gave you a kiss on the nose.

“Well then, I would be very comfortable when you take of your shirt,” you replied cheekily and a smirk took over his face. You talked a little bit in bed and laughed, until your eyes started closed a few times. “Come here,” Steve said and pulled you against him. He was very warm and soon sleep took over before you could worry again.

You woke up when the sun shone in your face. The confusion lasted only a few seconds when you recalled that you were in Steve’s bedroom. A turn around told you he wasn’t there. You took the chance to take a quick trip to the empty bathroom and brushed your teeth, before you went searching for your boyfriend.

“Good morning,” Steve greeted you happily. He took a few steps towards you and kissed your lips once, twice. “Do you want breakfast? Are you a coffee lover like Clint? I swear that guy won’t function without it in the morning! Bucky prefers smoothies to start his day and Natasha eats, you won’t believe me. She almost eats as many eggs as me. I have everything here.”

There it was, there was the catch that was missing last night. And you clearly didn’t have a filter as “Oh no, you’re a morning person!” slipped your lips.

His smile fell shortly. Maybe you were too hard on him. If he had prepared for everything maybe he was nervous too. “I guess I’m like Clint then,” you said. “Give me like 10 minutes and then I’ll talk to you.”

“Okay, I can manage that. Is touching off limits too in the morning?” He asked.

“No that is encouraged. I bet it will help me wake up way faster,” you said and opened your arms to welcome your lover.

“Noted. Coffee, cuddles and kisses. I can do that,” he said enthusiastically and you smiled.

#flufftober2022 #day5 #Steve Rogers x reader #marvel #steve x reader #steve rogers x you #fluff

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strangesmouth · 2 years

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Brewing Coffee

REQUEST} GRUMPY Stephen walking around in a robe that’s really Cloaky in disguise with the eye of agamotto hanging over his bare chest while he makes his coffee.

PAIRING} Stephen Strange x Female!Reader

WARNINGS} Fluff, smut.

WORD COUNT} 2,571

-} Request for maria- @/azirastrange on twt thank u for leaving me this idea

-}he is a sinful piece of human, gif owner, thank u

“Mmm. Good morning, Stephen.” You hummed awake as he squeezed you tightly and kissed your forehead. He let go of you before lifting the covers to sit up and put his feet on the floor. He had his head in his hands, trying to gather the courage to get up and face the day. Trying to get up to make coffee before showering.

“Good morning, my darling. How did you sleep?” He asked as loudly as he could. His voice was gravelly and deep. You could feel the vibrations of his voice in your core.

“I slept okay, given I wasn’t allowed to sleep for half the night,” You murmured. “I was so tired by the time we finally got to bed. There were a lot of movies.”

“Let me go make us some coffee then, my love.” He tried to get up as soon as possible.

“Don’t leave, yet. It’s only 7 am. Don’t go, Stephen. Cuddle with me, please. Keep me warm.” You pleaded. “We’ve been having such a great nap. Come on.”

“I wish I could. I have to get up.” He muttered groggily.

“Why?” You whined. Laid comfortably, and warmly in between the mattress and the sheets.

“I have to go get stuff done today.” He persisted, and he got up and walked towards the rack where both of your robes were and pulled his on.

“No. Stay with me, today” You murmured sweetly.

“I wish I could. Let me go make us some coffee, my darling. Stay here, stay warm. I’ll be back.” He leaned over your side of the bed and pecked your cheek while you tried to scooch even closer to his side, where the bed was warm and smelled like him. You were probably just taking up the entire bed at this point. “You’re so goofy. I’ll be back with coffee, my love.” He whispered.

“Okay, Stephen. Don’t take too long.” You managed to mutter through the comfort and warmth that was soothing you back into your sleep.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He whispered to himself as he left the room with his red robe.

He knew it was kind of stupid to turn Cloaky into a robe, but he did it so he wouldn’t be so cold in the mornings. He loved the idea of it, his little secret helper whenever he needed it. As he got to the kitchen, he sighed and walked up to the counter to begin making your guys’ coffee. He rinsed out the french press while yawning and pulled out the coffee grinds to put into the french press. He then boiled some water and poured it into the press. He let the coffee steep for a few minutes as he gathered two mugs, some creamer, and some sugar.

You walked out into the kitchen right before he was going to strain the coffee.

“I thought you were still tired and in bed, my love.” He stated as he finished straining the grounds. He looked up at you and saw you completely wrapped up in the comforter that covers the bed you two shared.

“It was getting too cold in there all alone. Plus, I thought I heard you tell me you weren’t gonna take too long.” You mumbled into the blanket that covers your frame.

“It takes a maximum of ten minutes to make coffee, my love.” He chuckles. You noticed something on his chest.

“I was hoping you’d aim for five.” You confessed as you leaned up against the counter near him to watch him finish making your cup of coffee.

“What are you wearing?” You asked, pointing to your own chest so he could tell you what was on his chest.

“My robe…” He seems reluctant to finish the sentence.

“No, on your chest. I can see the bulge of it from behind your robe.” You questioned.

“The eye?” He answers. “More sugar?” He continued, you nodded your head.

“Wait, are you wearing the Eye of Agamotto naked?” You realized as he slid your mug over to you. You picked it up and felt the warmth of the mug against your skin.

“YN-”

“Oh my god you are!” You were definitely awake now, and not a drop of caffeine had to hit your lips.

“Oh, leave me alone.” He takes a sip of his coffee. “I’m supposed to protect it.” He continues.

“With your dick?” You asked as you took a small sip of your coffee, and his face lit up red. He started to walk away. “Oh! Come on, Stephen! Let me see it!” You joked with him

“YN, No.” He seemed too stern for the Stephen you knew existed.

“Stephen, please just show me.” You pleaded and laughed as you tried to block him from leaving the kitchen.

“Will you let me pass you if I show you my chest?” He offers, now looking just slightly annoyed that he couldn’t go back to the bedroom and find you cuddled up to his pillow in his spot.

“Better yet, Strange, I'll lead the way.” You dealt.

“Deal.” He huffed, and he began to take his robe off, he swung it around and cloaky was revealed. The cloak reallocated itself around Stephen’s shoulders and you can now clearly see the Eye of Agamotto laid upon his bare chest. You try not to let your eyes wander down his abdomen but you couldn’t help it.

“That isn’t what we agreed to look at, is it?” Stephen furrowed his brows at you.

“No, it’s not. But it’s so distracting, I can’t contain it.” You said as you walked over to him and pecked him on the cheek. You leaned into his ear, and whispered, “Although now I see something I’m much more enthusiastic and interested in.” And walked away from him and to the room you’d both been sharing.

“Deal’s a deal, Strange.” You dropped the blanket at the door, revealing that you weren’t wearing anything but some underwear. He didn’t even realize that he was drooling at the sight or what was happening until he couldn’t see you anymore.

“YN, come here!” You can hear Stephen yell for you while he hurries as quickly as possible to get to you.

You were sitting on the bed, your chest was now covered with a pillow. “Oh…” Stephen exhales.

“What, my darling?” You beckoned as he gets a good look at you from the door.

“You little-” He walked over to you with a cocky smile, pushed your back so it was flush with the mattress, and straddled your waist.

“What’s on your mind, Stephen?” You asked as he sat on top of you for a moment to stare at your beauty.

“You. Just you.” He took a deep breath and kissed you.

“What about me?” You inquired further.

“Everything about you.” He answered.

“How sweet.” You smiled at him warmly. Your hand slid up his abs and rested on one side of his chest.

“Come here, please.” He said as he wrapped his right hand so that it was gently holding your head. He continued to leave love bites all over your lips, jaw and neck. He invokes some tired grunts of pleasure from you.

“Stephen, that cloak is not staying on.” You exasperated through his kisses.

“Why not? Would it be different if I was straddling you in the robe?” He asked.

“No, not unless the robe wasn’t red.” You confessed with a bright smile.

“Okay, the cloak comes off.” Stephen agrees. He grabs the neck of it and throws it off. The cloak stays where Stephen had thrown it, and it doesn’t move.

“You heard YN, there’s no room for you in here.” The cloak doesn’t have a face, but by the way the cloak storms out of the room and slams the door shut behind it, you can tell it was mad.

“And there goes the grumpy.” You whispered when the door shut. Stephen laughed and rolled over onto his back, pulling you on top of him. A perfect opportunity for Stephen to remove the pillow from in between you two. It was a swift movement. You were kind of caught off guard by it. You exhaled when you finally settled on top of him.

“I like it this way a lot more.” He said. “I can tell you do as well.”

“Can’t argue with that comment.” You confirmed.

He pulled you in for another kiss and you let yourself puddle on top of him. His skin was warm and soft. You held onto him by letting your fingers travel to his waist and letting your hand rest there.

“Mmm, Stephen. You taste like coffee.” You pulled away from his lips.

“That check’s out, doesn’t it, my love?” He asked you and tried to pull you into another kiss. You don’t budge. He let out a noise that signaled that he was annoyed with this action.

“It does check out. I watched you make my coffee with your cloak disguised as a robe, and the Eye of Agamotto around your neck. It’s a view I’ll never be able to get out of my head, and yet, I don’t think I want to.” You teased him by lowering to kiss him, and moving quickly to kiss his jaw instead. He moaned at the sudden feeling of your warm, wet lips touching his skin.

“I don’t think I want you to, either.” He joked, and you giggled against his neck. “Do you like these underwear?” He asked you.

“Um, they do their job, but not really, why?” You tried to get an answer before he did anything.

Stephen stood up, and placed you on your feet. Confused at the gesture, you tap his forearm for an explanation. He looked up at your puzzled face and whispered, “Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing, my love.” He responded. This did not ease the burning questions in your head.

“Relax, my love. If you do not like these underwear, then why do you wear them?” He questioned. He crouched down so that he was eye level with your stomach. He hooked both of his first two fingers into the front band of your panties, and he ripped them off. “Can I have some fun with you before I have to go do my job?” He requested, your face was burning hot. You didn’t even hear his question, he saw your dazed smile, stood back up and leaned into your ear.

“I’m going to lay you down on the bed now.” He said.

“Yeah… O-okay…” You could barely get yourself to speak, let alone move.

Stephen picked you up and brought you to the edge of the bed. He spit in his hand and played with himself before he lined himself up at your entrance. He slipped inside you and all you could manage to do was shudder under his body. Your shoulders lifted off the bed to try and sit up to kiss him in a desperate haze of whines and breathy moans. He obliged happily and met his soft lips with yours. Your moans turned into hums into his mouth as he began to slowly thrust in and out of you. You knew he was tired, but the feeling turned some switch on inside of you.

Now, all you could focus on was the intense feeling in your body. Essentially every nerve in your body felt like it was on fire. Your fingertips were already leaving red marks down his back, but you didn’t care. You knew he could take a few tiny scratches.

“You look and feel fucking delicious right now.” He whispered into your ear as he continued his slow pace.

His words send an unexpected shock to your core. Your torso twitched under him as he continued to sloppily chase his release. You felt tension building so quickly, you could barely utter a word before you realized you had just come undone. Once he was done, and slumped on top of you for a second, he caught his breath.

“God, you’re perfect. So perfect.” He slipped his hand in between your bodies and massaged you gently. You bucked your hips in response, and he sighed.

“Just lay there. Relax.” He cooed at you. His fingers bagan to massage your folds. You let the feeling of his warm hands take over. He was on top of you, anyway. He was going to be leaving soon. Those thoughts rang in your head right before he started to insert his digits inside of you. It made the tension start to build almost immediately, once again. He was working slowly but diligently, letting the pace of your breath decide his. Feeling you tighten around his digits alone, it drove him crazy.

“Fuck-” You were trying to hold in as much as you could, now you were breathing heavy for him. Your eyes closed tightly, a big difference from the haze he previously had you directly on. Something changed, a sense of urgency in his pace had erupted. Like he needed to feel you unwind on his hand. Like he wanted you to scream on his hand.

You opened your eyes to see if you were right about his change in pace, and his eyes were right there, staring straight at you.

“I’ve got you, my love. Be a good girl. Feel my hand pound into you until you cum.” He said in the sweetest tone he possibly could without being snarky or cocky. You could tell he resisted from teasing you when you were in this dazed state. He remembered an instance in this moment, where you said that “That looks like it is the perfect way to start a morning,” while you two were curled up on the couch watching a romantic comedy with the two love interests waking up in a gorgeous messy bed, your choice of course, but he didn’t mind a single bit for you.

You groaned at his words alone, letting the nerve feeling in your stomach light up. You could barely breathe, but that didn’t stop you from taking deep breaths as Stephen stood up at the end of the bed to ride you through your release as closely as possible. Letting you scratch his shoulders and arms up as he guided you. You could only see white stars at this point as he slowed to a stop, pulled his digits out of you, and got closer to your face to whisper a few words, “You deserve to wake up this way all the time. I have to get ready now, would you like me to draw you a bath before I leave?” He asked sweetly while leaving kisses on your jaw and hickies over the base of your neck.

You groaned in post-sex pleasure, remembering the real world exists. “Yes, please.” You muttered. You saw his smile before he pulled away.

“Of course my love.” He answered, and he came back after getting dressed, and told you your bath was ready.

“Towel and everything is in there, my darling. Have a good day.” He beamed before leaving to go do his job.

“He will be back…” You babbled, and you took your bath.

#stephen strange smut #stephen strange x reader #stephen smut #doctor strange smut #doctor strange x reader #strange x reader #marvel smut #stephen filth

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