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theswordmaiden · 4 months

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The Only one I'd ever Worship

Lucifer Morningstar x Fem!Reader

first time writing for Lucifer, which has been sitting in my docs for 2 months (:

warnings: NSFW fingering, slight degrading/praise?, thigh riding, slight blasphemy?, etc // word count: 2507

The Lightbringer's hand tightened possessively around your waist, leaving the faint outline of a bruise in its wake — one you'd wear proudly for such devotion. A subtle reminder of who you belonged to, of who owned you, and it was a reminder that you welcomed greedily, relishing in the feeling of being theirs.

As they mindlessly traced patterns down your body, you couldn't help but shiver from the intimacy of their touch, the familiarity it felt to have their warm fingertips against your cool skin — fingertips molding against you like clay, leaving the faint tingling sensation that nipped at your flesh whenever they pulled away.

Allowing their touch to continue to roam, now crawling up your abdomen, nails scratching against the softness of your stomach, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps in their wake that left you shivering. Lucifer's hands now cup your breasts, kneading and molding them to their touch, a low moan escaping from your lips as you pressed yourself closer to them; a silent plea for more.

As their thumbs traced slow, lazy circles over your hardening nipples, your breath caught in your throat. Trying to suppress any further noises, you tilted your head to the side, sinking your teeth into the sensitive flesh of your bottom lip as they continued their torturous teasing. "What's wrong, my lamb?" They'd coo in faux concern against one of your ears, letting their hot breath ghost down the side of your throat, leaving your skin prickled with goosebumps in its wake. The Devil knew exactly where and how to touch you, bringing you to the brink of ecstasy, allowing you to feel Heaven's call to you with open arms, to welcome you back. . . only to hold you there, teasingly, never allowing you inside the gates of release until they deemed you worthy of such a feat.

Of course, they'd indulge in your pleasures from time to time, which was how you found yourself in your current predicament; Lucifer sat on their throne, the flickering flames that lined the hall giving them a false halo framed above their head, as you — their most prized possession, the sweetest angel so obediently eager to please your Lord — were perched on top of their lap, grinding your needy cunt against one of their thighs.

"Please," came your pleading voice, heavy with an insatiable thirst of desire, as your head fell backwards against their shoulder, fitting perfectly into the crook they so perfectly provided.

"Hm? Please what, my pretty pet?" they asked with a soft hum, amusement twinkling within their eyes as they peered down at you through long blonde lashes that wisped against the soft pinkness of their cheeks. Lucifer pulled you closer, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing your back against their chest. "Tell me what it is you desire, angel."

"Please, your Majesty," you'd beg once more, desperate for their touch and the release only they could provide you, that only they could give you. ". . need your touch." Your voice, so full of yearning and longing, so pathetic yet perfect to please your Devilish master with.

The Lightbringer chuckled darkly in a twisted mix of pleasure and power, reveling in how easily you fell into submission for them. They lifted a hand to the side of your face and traced the back of their knuckles down your cheek gently, before roughly gripping the sides of your chin and jerking your head back to meet their gaze. A quiet mewl drew from the depths of your throat at the action, leaving your clit throbbing as your hips continued to eagerly move against them, desperate to seek friction to relieve the ache.

"Look at you," Lucifer taunted, their gaze roaming down every inch of your covered form and back up again. As the Devil's arm unraveled their hold, their hand now found its way to your hip, guiding your movements back and forth into their lap at their own desired pace. "Spread apart for the Ruler of Hell," they sneered, "How desperate are you, silly angel? Such a pathetic pet, so willing to please your Lord."

The hand that was gripping your chin relinquished you, once again turning gentle as their fingertips slowly brush through your hair, tucking away any loose strands that were impending their access to your skin. "Does it feel good, you dirty little thing?" they whispered so softly, lips ghosting across the shell of your ear and moving to the newly exposed flesh of your throat. “To be the only one I’d ever worship?”

Lucifer's chest rumbled with a low growl as they scraped their sharp teeth against the pulse point, sinking into the flesh and sucking on it harshly. Marking you—Claiming you as theirs. Their perfect pet, such a desperate thing you were, weren't you? So pathetic that your hips rolled faster against their flexed thigh as you whimpered in response to their bite, a muffled 'God, yes' pulling from your throat in response to their question as you moaned. . .

. . . only to earn an amused huff from the Demon Lord as they pulled away, leaving behind a mark that they soothed with a soft and tender kiss. "God?" they repeated, the word dripping with bitterness as it rolled off their sharp tongue. "Aren't you just a good little angel, still having faith in Him.."

They leaned in close to your ear once more and whispered, "Tell me, my beautiful lamb. . Do you still pray to him while I play with your needy hole? Do you hope that He and your angel brethren watch as I make you cum over and over again on my just fingers alone?"

Your cheeks burned at the Devil's words, a mixture of shame and arousal washing over you while you squirmed in their lap, brows pinched together as you bit your bottom lip. There was certainly some truth to it, there was no denying that — just as there was no denying how depraved you felt at the thought of Him watching, to see just how low you've truly fallen for your lover. How your stomach fluttered at just the thought of riding their fingers, the walls of your cunt greedily pulsating around their lithe digits, wanting to milk the sensation as long as you could. .

..oh, patience is a virtue, little one. . .

But as the Lightbringer continues to tease you, their touch lowering to the bottom of that pristine white toga adorned on your body, grasping at the hem and gently pulling it up to bunch at your waist, all rational thoughts fled from your mind. All you could think of was them. Their touch, taste, smell — oh, it drove you mad with lust and desire. The throbbing heat between your plush thighs grew, and you were sure, no, absolutely positive, that your underwear was entirely ruined.

Thinking you've had enough of the torture for now... Lucifer's hands slowly trailed back up your body until they reached your chest once more, squeezing your breasts through the thin silk fabrics that covered them. "Such a sensitive little thing," they cooed, pinching and rolling your nipples between their thumb and forefingers for a moment before releasing. Sliding back down your stomach, their hands then move your legs further apart, nails scratching against the material of your panties before sliding beneath it and through the soft curls of your mound until finally reaching your wet slit.

"Oh, my poor pet," Lucifer purred in delight, enjoying the way you trembled against their touch, causing their leather wings to twitch and flutter proudly behind them on their throne, "you're soaked."

Two fingers swipe between your folds, pulling away just before reaching your swollen clit. As you whined in displeasure, earning a tut from the Devil, they brought their hand up to inspect their fingers — your arousal webbed in between, glistening.They turned to face you, bringing their hand closer to your lips.

"Open your mouth." Your mouth instantly falls open before the two digits now pressed against the velvety texture of your tongue, slowly curling downwards. Without needing further instructions, you happily wrapped your lips around the entirety of them and sucked the tangy taste of yourself off of them, tongue swirling around.

And if you were to peer up at your lover, you'd find the Devil watching eagerly with darkened eyes, a slight twitching just beneath the scar of their lip as a rumbling growl escaped from in between them. They slowly pulled back after a moment, a web of your spit connected from their flesh and your lips, more than satisfied with your obedient nature, now wiping the back of their fingers across your face to rid of your saliva before moving to your clothing.

"I want you to watch, sweet one.." their voice husked against your ear, the darkness of their gaze lowering to your chest as careful hands remove the straps of your toga and unfasten the golden belt, allowing it to cascade down your form like water to gather into a pile of silks on the ground. "..the way I touch my beloved pet." Two long fingers hook around the band of your panties and pull them down with ease, exposing your already pulsating cunt to the warmth of the Underworld's air.

Your hips bucked against the palm of their hand as it returned to your heat, the palm pressed deliciously against your clit as their slender digits spread apart your folds, tracing the tips of their fingers around your entrance and a pathetic whine escaping from your throat that left the Lightbringer chuckling.

"I love to hear how desperate my little lamb gets for my touch," they coo in the sickly sweet voice that leaves your face warm and a hue of pink blooming across the apples of your cheeks. "Look at how wet you are for me, I've hardly touched you." The Devil spoke so softly against your ear, pressing lazy kisses against the shell of it as they dipped the entirety of their fingers into you with ease, growling as they felt your walls fluttering around them.

"I could spend eternity between these legs, my darling girl.."

Lucifer's other hand reached up to return to playing with your nipples, rolling the taut buds before giving them a sharp pinch. Their name spilled from your lips as they began to move their fingers in and out, curling it into the spongy sweet spot that left you growing wetter — the sopping wet noises from between your thighs only spurred your Devil further, their pace growing a bit faster while their thumb stretched out to rub tight circles to your clit.

The way they toyed with you only made you more desperate to chase the taste of release, and -you ever so obediently- spread your legs as wide as you could for them. Lucifer purred in delight as they whispered soft nothings into your ear, once or twice pulling their fingers out of you entirely to deliver a quick slap! to your cunt before returning their fingers to where they belonged with a newfound vigor.

“Such a beautiful sight.” “You take it so well. . Like you were created just for me.” “Who does this belong to?” “That’s right. Mine.”

The fire in your body grew as Lucifer's fingers thrust in and out of you with ease, dripping desperately down the length of their fingers and your own thighs. Every touch, every whispered word, sent jolts through your body, building the already growing desire to cum for them higher and higher; always pushing you to the edge before pulling away when you spasmed too much, giving you a minute to cool down before returning right back to relentlessly tormenting the aching Heaven between your thighs. They'd chuckle at each of your mumbled words of protests, only to shut you up by returning to rub against your swollen clit.

"Luci-oh! Please. . ple- please," your poor little mind was too lost in your daze to form a coherent thought, eyes clouded over by a fog of pure pleasure as you mindlessly babbled. "Let me cum, please- please, my Lord." Your body - hell, your entire soul - sang with desire for them to the point it was almost overwhelming, tears building up in your eyes as they oh so cruelly denied such a blissful state to flood you. .

Lucifer could only chuckle, feeling their lips curling into a smirk at the sight of you, quivering and clenching around them. The hand that had been playing with your breasts slid up to gently wrap their fingers around your throat, applying just enough pressure to silently bring your attention to them. "Such a needy thing, aren't you?" they spoke gently, leaning in close so their hot breath fanned across the side of your face. Another squeeze, though slightly tighter, as if demanding a response.

"Yes.. my- my Lord," you somehow managed to form out through the tightness in your throat. "Please.. ah- let me cum," you continued to beg, unable to take the edging much longer.

"Cum for me," Lucifer spoke through ragged breath. "Show me just how much you need me." And with those words, their hand loosened from your throat and held your hip instead, leaving an indent to the flesh, as their fingers grew into a relentless pace. Your body writhed against them, arching off from their chest as your mouth fell open, the most unforgiving of obscenities spewing from your tongue as you grind harder against their hand.

With one final curl to their fingers that hit the most delectable spot, your orgasm crashed over you. Your entire body shook and trembled as you tightened around them, the Devil slowing their pace to allow you to ride your high, as every nerve grew hot with pleasure until you were nothing but a quivering mess in their arms.

Your legs — still twitching and now aching from the prolonged position, covered in a light blanket of perspiration — fell limp against Lucifer, dangling over the length of their legs and you collapsed back into them. Carefully their fingers withdrew from your slick heat once your breathing evened out, licking their fingers clean before wrapping a wing around you to keep you close. Reassuring praise and hums left their lips as they kissed and pecked at your cheek and down to your shoulder.

"Sh, shh, my darling," Lucifer cooed, gazing down at you with a soft smile as they took in your tired expression. "Such a good girl for me, weren't you? Hm?" You could feel their warm lips against your skin, both soothing and comforting, as you gave a quiet hum in response while you basked in the afterglow from your climax.

As your head rested against their chest, feeling the steady beating of their heart beneath your ear, they continued to hold you; slowly running their fingers through your hair, the sensation making your eyes grow heavier until inevitably falling shut. They'd hold you like this until you woke, only to repeat it all over again for the rest of eternity.

. . though who would complain?

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this is sick and i need to be put down. immediately. sorry this is horrible it's been a while. you can tell where i got burnt out at the end lol.

#lucifer morningstar #lucifer morningstar x reader #the sandman lucifer #the sandman lucifer smut #sandman lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar the sandman #gwendoline christie #gwendolinechristie #theswordmaiden

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blackbeelumio · 11 days

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pookie larissa as lady dimitrescu :)

#gwendoline christie #gwendolinechristie #larissa weems #principal weems #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #art #artwork #gwendolineuniverse

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rippersz · 6 months

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She pulls you into her strong long beautiful feminine arms…

#rippersz #fanfictionwriter #larissa weems #Larissa Weems Wednesday #Wednesday Larissa Weems #gwendolinechristie #gwendolineuniverse #Gwendoline Christie #Larissa Weems fanart #fanart #spiderwoman!larissaweems #spiderwoman!larissa weems #spiderwoman fanart #ripleysart

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gela123 · 5 months

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#gwendoline christie #larissa weems #principal weems #brienne of tarth #miranda hilmarson #gwendolinechristie #gwendolineuniverse #principal larissa weems #jan stevens

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readingtheentrails · 1 year

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Look, it's all of us when new Larissa/Miranda/Lucifer/Jane/Jan Stevens fics drop

#gwendoline christie #larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #gwendolinechristie #principal weems #gwendoline christie cult #gwendoline christie democracy #larissa weems fanfiction #miranda hilmarson #miranda hilmarson x reader #lucifer morningstar #lucifer morningstar x reader #jane murdstone #jane murdstone x reader #jan stevens #jan stevens x reader

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prettygreenpills · 6 months

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im not sure if you write for other gwendoline christie characters but if you do, gwen from ‘in fabric’ for kinktober dumbification would be amazing

Hello anon, here it is-

KINKTOBER day 21| dumbification - Gwen

warnings: dumbification, dom!gwen, strap!fucking, kitchen sex, marking kink, etc.

Over the kitchen counter

“Over the kitchen counter.”

You gulped as you heard Gwen behind yourself and you looked at her. She was wearing some underwear from her collection and your eyes widened as you saw a strap attached to her underwear.

“Yes,” you breathed out and bent over the kitchen counter.

“So eager,” Gwen noted in quiet voice and you breathed out, resting your cheek against the cold surface. When your naked boobs touched it, your nipples went hard immediately.

“Please,” you begged her softly and with your eyes closed. Gwen took a step closer to you what you could hear and you breathed out.

“You will get what you want sweetheart,” Gwen purred to you softly and you closed your eyes, waiting only for her touch. When she stepped closer to you and you could feel the cold silicone toy against yourself, you just gulped. “You look so beautiful from here my love. Presenting that pretty bum of yours to me like this.”

And as she said this, her fingers brushed over your naked and dripping wet core, collecting some drops of your arousal.

You only swallowed and couldn’t wait for the moment to feel her inside of you. To wrap her toy in your warmth. To take her.

Your thoughts went on and on, thinking of what Gwen would be able to do to you, when the tip of her little helper poked into your inner ass cheek, getting dangerously close to you.

“Are you ready for me sweetheart?”

“Yes Gwen. Please, I am ready to take you,” you said almost out of your breath and Gwen took the strap into her hand. She guided it to your core and when she created a little pressure onto the right place, you couldn’t wait anymore. “Please, don’t tease me-“

As you said this, Gwen’s hips were getting closer and closer to you, her toy sliding inside of your warmth, easier than ever. And you were taking every single inch of hers.

“You are so ready as I see,” Gwen let out a soft chuckle and she pushed the whole toy inside of you at once, filling you up to the maximum she could. You moaned at her length and rested your forehead on your hands with which you were supporting yourself on the kitchen counter.

“Fuck-“

“Okay?” Gwen stopped as she heard you swear and you nodded your head only.

Her strong hands took your hips. As strong they were, that soft the touch felt. You moaned and arched in your back, trying to get even more of her silicone toy. And then… she softly pulled away.

“Baby do you think we can do it the way I like it?”

“Yes Gwen- please-“ you answered even if you didn’t know what was she talking about. Gwen softly took you by your waist and when her fingers clenched around your soft skin, you smiled for yourself. Gwen was a kinky one.

She didn’t say anything. Without any warning, she stated fucking you, slow at first. You were enjoying every single movement of hers, the way she made you swing forwards and backwards, the way she felt inside of you, her hands holding on your body… it was amazing.

And after that, when you thought it couldn’t get any better, a surprise came.

“I think you need to be fucked properly darling. Like a little whore you are,” she whispered into your ear as she leant in and you moaned.

“Yes please- fuck me dumb Gwen- give me everything you’ve got.” You moaned softly, throwing your head back. Swallowing your saliva, you shook from excitement when Gwen’s fingers trailed down on your body.

Her hips thrusted against you. Before you could even realize, she thrusted into you again, making you move together with her body softly.

You were standing on your toes and oh the feeling and the realization of that it was really happening…

“That’s a good girl,” Gwen cooed and you whined at her praise.

“You feel s-so good in me!” You whined out and with that you shut your eyes closed.

“I bet I do sweetheart,” Gwen breathed out and she started moving a little faster. Her hands holding your hips and pushing you against the kitchen counter. You grabbed the edge of it and clenched your teeth.

Gwen was soft at first. Her hips were meeting your ass and you were satisfied by the feeling of her hands roaming over your naked body. Moaning at her touches, you even bowed your head, trying to remember every single imaginary handprint she was leaving on your body.

“Fuck Gwen,” you reached with your hand behind yourself and placed it onto her stomach. Gwen was fucking you properly and as she saw you laying on the kitchen counter, she moaned softly.

“You look so beautiful like this darling,” Gwen breathed out and you clenched your teeth, not realizing that you were clenching around her as well.

Without any other words, she took your hand and leant in to kiss your back. When she did so, shiver ran down your spine. This woman knew how to multitask. A second later, she took your right hand and she was holding them behind your back, fucking you slowly.

“Oh my god-“ your eyes rolled back into your scalp when Gwen started pushing herself a little upper inside of you. Your body was signalizing that she was getting closer and closer to your special spot and you knew that she had to find it fast because if she wouldn’t-

“Baby you feel so warm- so good for my cock,” Gwen moaned softly even though she didn’t have a clue how did it feel to be inside of you. But you didn’t care, she got what she had wanted to earn with that note of hers.

Her hips were meeting yours every few seconds. Making sure she would make you feel like you deserved, she kept pounding into you and hitting the same spot for few times in a row.

“Gwen- fuck-“ you moaned and then you let out a shaky breath. “Oooh-“

“That’s it darling. Don’t hold back those pretty noises,” Gwen gave you instructions and you moaned again, taking her as she was fucking you.

You didn’t even realize when did her hand slide down between your thighs. As she started drawing small and tight circles on your clit, you shook, being afraid of that you wouldn’t be able to keep standing.

“I’m- please make me cum!”

“That’s my intention darling, don’t worry,” Gwen agreed to your wish and her hand and skillful fingers kept working. Moaning out loud, you let her know that she was doing so good for you. “Now, can I?”

“Yes- please-“ you whined and clenched your teeth. Waiting for Gwen to do something about it, you were waiting anything, but not her to continue in stimulating your clit and becoming rough.

“That’s my good little girl,” Gwen purred and you were whining more often than before.

The tip of her cock was hitting your g-spot and her fingers were doing a really beautiful kind of magic with your clit. You had to bite down onto your lower lip and you were sure it turned white as soon as you did so.

“Please- I’m cumming-“

“Go ahead-“ Gwen allowed you while still pounding into you roughly. You let out a soft scream from your lungs and you rested your body on the kitchen counter, as she kept fucking you rough through your orgasm.

Not even realizing how many minutes or hours had passed, you were pushed to your fourth orgasm of thee day, not feeling your legs at all by then.

“Please- I can’t no more!” You whined out and Gwen pushed her hips up. Hopefully for the last time.

You kept your thighs together and you were grabbing the kitchen counter. Shaking from the overstimulation, you realized only one thing. The beeping in your ears.

When Gwen pulled out, you were all swollen. And that much swollen you could feel it.

“What would you say to a little cleanup and then resting?” Gwen suggested and you hummed.

“If you are able to do that all alone then sure. I don’t think I can walk,” you said while you were still dripping.

“Ooh, did I fuck you a little too much?”

“Shut up Gwen,” you breathed out and as the woman let out a soft chuckle at your reaction, you smiled softly.

#writers on tumblr #fluff #smut #gxg #larissaweems #prettygreenpills #nevermoreacademy #harry potter #narcissablack #nevermore #Gwen #in fabric #gwendolinechristie #gxgsmut #lesbiansmut #KINKTOBER #KINKTOBER day 21

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kvskiii · 1 year

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i believe in larissa weems supremacy

oh what a woman

#larissa weems #wednsday addams #principal weems #wednesday #addams family #gwendolinechristie

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thelesbianalien · 1 year

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my family was trying to decide which movie to watch and i totally just suggested the darkest minds so i could look at gwendoline christie

#gwendolinechristie #gwendoline christie #the darkest minds #lady jane #anyways yeah so now i’m secretly thirsting over her #off in the corner #ik she’s such a minor character in this #but still #i’ll take what i can get

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nightingalespen · 3 months

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This is the 8th time Gwen has viewed my Instagram story all the way through and I like to think since I’ve met her in person, we are basically friends (I’m delusional).

#gwendolinechristie #gwendolineuniverse

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opheliauniverse · 3 months

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Gwendoline Christie closing the Maison Margiela Spring 2024 Couture Show

#gwendoline christie #gwendolinechristie #gwendolineuniverse #paris fashion week #paris fashion week 2024 #pfw 2024 #larissa weems #maison margiela #i adore this so much omg #real life porcelain doll #so beautiful i can’t #fashion

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theswordmaiden · 3 months

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Love Bug

Miranda Hilmarson x Fem!Reader

valentine's day, domestic lifestyle, and unspoken words. fluff ensues. clingy little cuddle bug who adores covering you in kisses, but sometimes needs reassurance. word count: 1700... @vivendraws

“In here, babe!” your voice rang out as you heard the front door open and shut. Miranda kicked off her work boots and tossed her keys onto the coffee table before quickly following the sound of your voice and smell of food. You were in the middle of cooking up some late night dinner for the pair of you, humming out a ‘hello’ as you felt big arms wrapping around you from behind.

"Hey, love bug," she murmured softly into the messy locks of hair, lips pressed to the top of your head. A pleased hum left you both at the action and you turned your head to glance up at her, the warmth of her breath meeting your cheek, tinted with the lingering scent of cigarettes that greeted your nostrils. Miranda pouted, gingerly tugging at the bottom of your shirt, a silent gesture to ask for a kiss.

You turned around in her embrace, arms moving naturally to find their place around her broad shoulders, as you pushed up on your toes to meet the blonde's height and press your lips to hers. It was sweet and simple, a display of how much she'd been missing you while she was busy all day at work, lasting for a few moments before you were first to pull away. "I missed you.." she mumbled, gazing down at you with puppy dog eyes.

"I missed you too, Mir," you replied softly, unable to hide the smile that tugged at your lips at the sight of your lipstick faintly smudged against her own mouth. It makes your heart swell with affection, and a blush begins to work its way across your cheeks and down your throat. As the vegetable stir fry began to crackle in the pan, you spun back around to face the stove, pushing the spatula around. "How was work?"

Miranda sighed quietly, unable to keep herself from frowning ever so slightly as you pulled away, though she didn't quite want to let go of you. Her arms slid down to wrap around your waist once more, palms cradling the softness of your stomach as she leaned her chest against your back, perching her head against your shoulder to watch you cook. "Hectic, as always," she nuzzled her nose against your cheekbone, desperately growing clingy, which she often did after a rough day. "But I'm fine now that I'm with you..."

You chuckled, feeling the comfortable weight of the blonde's head against your shoulder as you continued to stir the sizzling vegetables. "I'm glad I can make you feel better, then," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath, not wanting to disturb the gentleness between the pair of you.

It was moments like these —such mundane domestic tasks— where you'd find solace in each other's presence. Her life was fast paced and constantly moving, yet the simpleness of coming home to just.. you made her heart soar. Miranda could never see herself 'settling down' before you came into her life, but the thought of it being with you was enticing enough.

She began to get lost in a dream-like trance, a happy grin plastered across her face as she got lost in the thought of such a life with you, and all she could do was pull you closer when you suggested she go take a shower while you finished up with dinner.

Miranda's grip on you tightened every so slightly, yet still gentle, as she sighed contentedly. "And miss out on the chance to help you cook?" she murmured, her voice laced with fondness. "I think I'll stay right here. . ." And once more her lips met the top of your head as she hummed happily, beginning to lightly sway the pair of you to an invisible rhythm while you cooked.

Of course, you knew better. By her 'helping', she simply meant distracting — not that you minded much. You’d happily be distracted, if it meant being engulfed in her affections. Her presence was a balm to your tired soul and vice versa, soothing away the fatigue that'd accumulated after a long day.

"You know," she began quietly, her tone light and playful but sincere, "I could get used to this.. coming home to you every day, I mean." The warmth of her words seemed to radiate from the blonde, beginning to spread throughout your chest. "Though, your cooking is definitely a plus.." she added lightheartedly, causing you to laugh.

You knew the older woman would survive purely off of cigarettes, stale beer, and chinese takeout if you weren’t around to take care of her. If she couldn’t throw it into the microwave to reheat it? She wouldn’t touch it. You happily spoiled her with weekly home cooked meals and treats that never lasted longer than a few days in her fridge.

Miranda reached towards one of your hands and began to slowly spin you around to face her once more, and you obliged, turning the stove on low before finally turning your body the direction she wanted. She kissed at the back of your knuckles as your eyes met, grinning proudly at the blush that adored your precious face. As her lips pulled away, you stepped closer, free hand coming to rest at her side to bring her closer until your bodies met.

Your head found itself resting along the comfortable space of her shoulder, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her chest against yours, while you listened to the comforting thrum of her heart and softness of her breathing; getting impossibly lost in the scent of her. The two of you were content with being in each other's silence, allowing you both a chance to unwind as you continued to sway together within the space of the small kitchen, your breathing falling into sync with hers.

The blonde remained the lead in swaying your bodies together in a waltzing motion, the hand not holding yours traced idly along your waist, lightly stroking the material of your shirt as it moved. She enjoyed the calming effect your body seemingly had on hers, muscles easing and exhaustion fizzling into nothing.

Sapphire orbs peered down at you, drinking up every detail of your side profile when you weren't paying attention. Every mark, blemish, and hair had been memorized to heart, yet the sight of you never failed to make her heart skip a beat or two.

The soft cadence of Miranda's voice broke through the silence, whispering against the shell of your ear. "I don't know what Gods I must've pleased to deserve you," an uncharacteristic vulnerability creeped into her voice, you knew, leaning up to stare at her sympathetically as she continued, "I just- I dunno. I really, really love you.. and I don't want this feeling to end, y'know? Like, what if I do something.. wrong, and you decide you've finally had enough of me and leave like the rest of them because I’m too much to handle, and—"

Before the blonde could finish her babbling, you leaned up to press a reassuring kiss to her lips, hoping to soothe the insecurities that lingered within her soft heart. A tender smile formed on your face as you pulled away, bringing a hand up to cup her face, brushing your thumb gently against a cheek.

"Hey," you began softly, trying to regain her focus. "Listen to me.. You have nothing to worry about when it comes to that, okay? I promise you, you aren’t too much to handle, I love the way you are just fine. You deserve all the love and affection in the world and more. There is nothing you could ever do wrong that would make me even think about leaving you, do you hear me? I love you, all of you, the good and bad. . My angel, flung out of space."

By the way her eyes searched yours, looking for any hint of deceit or doubt, you could tell it wasn’t often she received such assurance in the past. She was the one constantly putting in the work, the one chasing after the other, the one fighting to make things work—never having someone be the one putting in the work for her. And then there was you. It was a foreign concept to Miranda, but one that she was more than willing to learn to accept.

Tears threatened to form in her eyes as the words sank in, as if some invisible weight had been lifted off from her shoulders, relinquishing her of the pent-up insecurities that'd been plaguing her. You could still feel the weight of her vulnerability while holding her in your arms, but it wasn't so heavy now. She gave your hand two tight squeezes, as if to say 'thank you for loving me when I struggle to love myself', without needing to verbalize it.

You understood. Old wounds took time to heal, but she was worth waiting for. Worth tending to. Your hand squeezed hers in return, repeating the silent message right back.

The next few minutes were spent gently murmuring and crooning soft nothings into her ears, pressing the slowest, most gentle kisses across the apples of her cheeks until her aching heart settled and her face was painted red with lip prints. Soon she was back to smiling, returning the show of affection by spinning you around and dipping you low — hands clutching onto you tightly as she pulled you right back up soon after, pressing a kiss to your forehead, nose, then settling on your lips.

She released you as the timer on the oven rang, silently ushering you to the table so she could plate up dinner while you sat and relaxed for a moment, not even bothering to wipe off her face. Plates were laid out, scooping a hearty helping of stir fry onto both, making a pit stop to the fridge to snag two beers before she'd make her way over to where you sat — a certain pep to her step that wasn't quite there before now.

Your chin rests against the palm of your hand as you watch her move around the familiarity of the kitchen, the sight of her not-so-graceful movements bringing hearts to your eyes, and a fluttering to your belly. Miranda grinned down at you as she placed the plate in front of you, quirking up a brow at the way you stared at her, but making no comment as she quickly began to chow down; talking with a mouthful about something she remembered happening at work she’d been excited to tell you about all afternoon.

. . . you definitely could get used to this.

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a/n: you know it's serious when you gotta pull out the Carol reference.

viv kept doing sad miranda stuff in the groupchat, so i felt the need to dabble with some fluff for them—first time writing both that and mir. i do hope they'll like it. (: when she's sweet, i definitely picture miranda to be just the clingiest thing imaginable. and so this was born.

and, if you're curious, here is the playlist i made/listened to while writing this. all of my gwen character playlists are there as well.

#mirandahilmarson #miranda hilmarson #miranda hilmarson x reader #gwendoline christie #gwendolinechristie #gwendolineuniverse #topofthelake #topofthelakechinagirl #top of the lake #theswordmaiden

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