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darlingsfandom · 4 months

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I have a request for you for cillian x younger girlfriend reader based on his ‘a quiet place 2’ interview where he mentions he finds it a bit annoying hearing people with their text clicking sound on. Like imagine his girl purposely has that feature on just to playfully annoying him and be bratty so he gives her a spanking & chokes her to put her in her place 🤭

Please & thanks lovely 💕

thank you for the request 🥺

I will say that I agree with him though, that sound is annoying! I never have mine anymore so I get where he's coming from but I love the idea of being a brat for him!

"Shut it off!"

Gif credit : @nofckingfighting !

Warnings: choking, fingering, swearing, semi-public sex, slightly mean Dom Cillian! Spankings

It wasn't unusual that you went with Cillian on his interviews. It was like a second nature to you. You were sitting next to him while he was getting his hair done on your phone texting one of you best friends about how you got to meet Emily Blunt and how sweet she really is and yet all Cillian could hear was the sounds of you texting away with the little clicks and it was driving him up the wall.

Once his hairdresser left Cillian reached over and grabbed your phone.

"Hey!" You whined while reaching back for it. Cillian gave you the look and you knew you were pushing his buttons so you figured why not? He held your phone in his hand while you tried to fight for it back.

"Give it back !" You pouted your bottom lip and Cillian rolled his eyes.

"Turn dat damn noise off yeah! It's annoying! You know I don't like dat noise." He handed you back your phone and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek.

It was time for his interview and you walked with him hand and hand until he has to go sit in his chair. He gave you a loving kiss on the lips before letting you wander around behind the camera. The interview went on as normal until Cillian heard the noise he couldn't stand: the clicking! His eyes darted in your direction as you stood there, legs crossed and head down texting away once again. His interviewer asked him what's wrong and he started a whole dialogue about how people need to shut the clicking noise off when texting which made you giggle because you knew it wasn't about you, but it was still about you. It's not your fault he hates the noise but you wanted to have fun.

After his interview Cillian walked up to you, grabbed your hand and took you back into the dressing room.

"What da fuck was dat?" He threw his hands in the air while you stood there with the biggest smirk on your face holding your phone, that was until he grabbed it and tossed it towards the vanity.

"Hey! That's my phone! If you break it you're getting me a new one." You crossed your arms over your chest and stomped your foot which made Cillian glare. He pulled you by your arm until he was bending you over the arm of the loveseat in the room and gave no warning before his hand struck your ass which made you jump.

"Daddy!" You cried out as the sting burned over you ass cheek.

"Don't ya daddy me! You're being a brat." He gave you another hard spanking that made you grip the loveseat harder. "Tink ya funny are ya? Ya know I can't stand dat noise and yet ya did it anyway?" His hand found its way into your hair and yanked you backwards making you stumble onto your feet. Cillian wrapped his hand around your throat making you look at yourself in the mirror as he huffed into your ear.

"Been a fuckin brat for bout a week now! I buy ya what ya want, take ya wherever ya want and yet no tank yas, no please daddy! Nothin but a spoiled brat! Gonna teach ya a lesson pretty girl!" Cillian bit down on your ear lobe which made you gasp a little since his hand was still around your throat. His other hand slid up under your dress to tease you before bending you over the vanity and spreading your legs with his knee so he could use his free to pull down your panties.

"Only dumb little sluts get worked up like this when being man handled." His words struck you right between your legs as his finger tips traced over your folds before slipping them inside of you with ease. His chuckle was dark and when you met his eyes in the mirror they were dark and full of lust.

"Please!" You choked out with tears in your eyes as Cillians fingers worked you over.

"Dat the best ya got ya little brat?" Cillian pulled his fingers out before shoving them into your mouth making you suck on them. He pulled them out watching the string of spit follow down before he slid his fingers back inside of you.

"Please daddy! I'm sorry ! Please make me cum!" You whined loudly looking at him through the mirror.

"Dats more like it!" He pressed his cock against you making you feel how hard he was but right now it was about you. His fingers moved in and out of you quickly making your knees buckle until you felt a sudden sting as Cillian slapped your pussy. It wasn't just one or two , it was five hard slaps to your clit that made you cry out his name. Cillian smirked at you while you gripped the edge of the vanity , he knew you were close by the look on your face.

"Now be a good girl fer me and cum! Be a dumb little girl and cum fer me!" He groaned into your ear while rubbing hard circles over on your clit. It was only seconds later that you felt your knees buckling, thighs shaking and body on edge as you came on his fingers.

"DADDY!" Your voice broke as Cillian edged you through your climax. He watched in awe as you came on his fingers.

"See I knew ya could be a good girl." He kissed the side of your head gently while pulling out his fingers and letting go of your neck. "Now get yerself together, I'm not even close to bein done wit ya yet ."

#emsblurbs #Cillian Murphy #cillian murphy blurb #cillian murphy drabble #cillian murphy smut

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grimm-writings · 1 day

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can i request chilchuck making reader their favorite dish when they get back to the surface? like inviting them over for dinner to try and confess properly :3

the secret ingredient

…ft! chilchuck x gn! reader

…tags! fluff, post-canon, senshi being wise

…wc! 949

…notes! this is so cute… what da hell… enjoy your meal 🥺

“Shit, shit, shit, shit!”

The half-foot is running around the kitchen of his home like a headless chicken, which is coincidentally what he’s holding over his head rushing from the oven to the hob, and back to see if things are stable.

The one who remains perfectly calm and still, stirring a little pot of gravy is Senshi, glancing to look over at Chilchuck trying to stir some vegetables.

“...You forgot the–”

“I know I forgot the salt!”

With clear agitation, Chilchuck shrilly screams the words back at Senshi as he scavenges the cabinets around him for the salt. Senshi already showed disdain for how disorganised Chilchuck’s kitchen is. At the time, he had simply dismissed it, but now it’s biting back when he clearly doesn’t know where things go and how they got there.

Chilchuck tries not to overflow the vegetables with salt as he mutters to himself. “They’ll be here in an hour, we don’t have an hour to fix all this up – Senshi can you hurry the gravy up?!”

Giving his friend a sidelong glance, Senshi keeps stirring, as gravy shouldn’t be left alone. “No can do, Chilchuck. This takes time.”

“We don’t have—”

“Were you not prepping this all beforehand?” Senshi looks around at the already made meals. “I love food myself, but… this might be a bit…”

Chilchuck’s glare once Senshi turns back at him could kill. “What? Much? You think it’s ‘a bit much’?” He throws his hands in the air. “They deserve the best meal I can make for them! Aren’t you always talking about the best way to bond is through food?”

“Well, yes, but–”

“Listen, Senshi,” Chilchuck slaps his hands down on Senshi’s shoulder. “This… This needs to be perfect. I can’t go and confess to them if it isn’t.”

The dwarf takes in Chilchuck’s worries, before pointing behind him. “The chicken is–”

“SHIT, THE CHICKEN IS READY!”

Senshi turns down the heat of his part of the hob as Chilchuck runs off, and begins pouring the gravy into a jug. “I thought you’d know more than anyone that quality should be favoured over quantity,” he muses.

Chilchuck, upon retrieving the chicken from the oven, grumbles incoherently. He sighs. “I guess I don’t want to disappoint them…”

“I’m sure they’d love even just one portion of their favourite meal with you,” Senshi advises, patting Chilchuck’s shoulder. “Even with all of this food, you’re missing the secret ingredient.”

With confusion etched into his features, Chilchuck looks at Senshi. “What?” He flatly responds. Did he miss something?!

Senshi smiles – or rather Chilchuck learns that when his cheeks puff and his eyes close that he’s likely smiling – and chuckles slightly.

“Love, o’ course.”

Chilchuck looks like he is losing brain cells in real time. “Love,” he repeats, in slight disbelief.

“Yep.”

“Love.”

“That’s it!” Senshi takes a step back. “Do ya happen to know their favourite dish?”

Chilchuck can’t believe he’s about to learn some moral about love at a time like this. “...Yeah, why?”

“Let’s scrap all this. I can hand them all out to families around the place,” Senshi graciously offers. “Instead, make a two-portion meal, their favourite, for your dinner. And sprinkle in some love.”

The wink Senshi gives him results in Chilchuck’s skin going hot in embarrassment. Really? That’s his suggestion?

“I wanna impress them,” he says, quieter.

“I know ya do, but you can’t do that rushing around doing the bare minimum of cooking.”

The silence of the kitchen fills Chilchuck’s ears, and suddenly he’s aware of the heat of the room, how sweaty he is, and how tired he feels.

He really has been going overboard from stress, huh?

The half-foot takes a deep breath, grounding himself in this reality again and meekly nods. “Yeah. Fine. You can give all these meals away to the townsfolk.

Together, the dwarf and half-foot put the meals in appropriate containers and bags. Right before Senshi was about to leave, Chilchuck stops him.

“Hm?” Senshi turns as his attention is grabbed. He knows Chilchuck isn’t the best with his feelings by now, but as his friend, he feels it’s his duty to at least help him.

The half-foot doesn’t look him in the eye when he says, “thank you,” cheeks flushed.

Senshi perks up at Chilchuck’s gratitude. “Not a problem,” he returns, leaving the home.

Now alone, Chilchuck checks the time. You’ll be arriving in 45 minutes.

…Sure, he can make one meal by the time you show up. With his secret ingredient he can.

It takes a strenuous amount of precision on Chilchuck’s part, but with his line of work there’s nothing that he can’t do. His love is poured into the meal, from how he stirs the mix from how he gently places a little stick of parsley on the top.

‘Tis finished, the little Senshi in Chlichuck’s head heaves a sigh of relief.

Right on time too, considering the knock on the door. Chilchuck wipes the beads of sweat off his forehead and rushes to welcome you in, before noting he needs to get dressed into something nicer.

When he comes back, you smile that wonderful grin. “Thank you for making dinner for us, Chil.”

His secret ingredient shines through for you, from how he presents the meal to how he returns your smile, the lines under his eyes crinkling. “Really, the honour is all mine.”

He offers his hand out to you, and you accept. Even if you’re somewhat surprised, Chilchuck has always been quite a gentleman around you.

Chilchuck thinks that, maybe, he is able to confess with just his confidence and love alone. There’s no need for frivolities.

Just one secret ingredient seals the deal.

#✮ grimm's fics!#dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi imagines #dungeon meshi x reader #delicious in dungeon #delicious in dungeon imagines #delicious in dungeon x reader #chilchuck #chilchuck tims #chilchuck imagines #chilchuck x reader #chilchuck tims imagines #chilchuck tims x reader

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sinnabum45 · 6 days

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[Image description: Colored art of characters from Ace Attorney. There are multiple scenarios of a baby Miles Edgeworth and his father, Gregory Edgeworth. Miles is wearing a light pink onesie and Gregory is wearing a dark blue long sleeve shirt. Top left: Baby Miles chewing on a teething toy. Top right: Miles is chewing on his teething toy with tears in his eyes. Next to that is Miles crying because his teeth hurts. Middle: Gregory is holding Miles and kissing his cheek. Miles is happy and excited yelling, "ahh~! da da da!". Bottom left: Gregory is playing peek-a-boo and Miles gets surprised with Gregory's "boo!". Miles shrieks, "kyaa~!! daaahaha!!". Bottom right: Miles is being carried by a babysitter. He is sad with tears in his eyes while looking at Gregory, who is off screen. The babysitter says, "We'll take good care of him~". Gregory is worried because Miles looks like he's going to cry. Image is watermarked with, "Sinnabum45. Do not repost." End description.]

More bby Miles and papa Gregory 😭🤲💕💕

I love to think that even Gregory couldn't resist kissing and playing peek-a-boo with his baby boy 🥺 When Miles grows up, he becomes more "mature" tho, so it was harder for Gregory to know what to get him. (All Miles wanted was to be like and be with his papa 😭)

Links to help Palestine and other resources! 🇵🇸

[Plain text: Links to help Palestine and other resources! (palestine flag). End plain text.]

#image description #image description included #ace attorney #miles edgeworth #gregory edgeworth #art #digital art #fanart #SinnaArt #LITTLE BEAN BABY

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babyhatesreality · 8 months

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What if only ONE cookie is left (no others are in the house) who would she share the cookie with?

With her daddy’s? Or even others? 🥺🍪

What do you think?✨

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA Okay so I should be going in order and writing my other WIPs but....this is just too funny in my mind and this whole thing burst to life the second I read this prompt. @laurellaa i freaking adore you.

But I NEED it

Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x little f!reader featuring Bucky

Warnings: DDLG (SSC), f! reader, reader is named but name scarcely used, language, pouty baby, stern daddies, fluffity fluff fluff fluff.

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"DADDY!"

Bucky's head jerked around at the sound of your call. He knew you well enough to know that you just wanted his attention. You weren't in any danger. He put his book down and trotted to the kitchen to find you standing on your little step stool behind the kitchen island, looking at him expectantly, while keeping one hand behind your back.

"Hey munchkin," he greeted you with a smile. "What's up?"

"I need to borrow your knife, please."

Well. He didn't see that coming. "First off, no. Second off-"

"But I need it!"

"Absolutely not. Little girls don't play with knives."

"I not gonna play with it."

"Then what do you think you need it for?"

"Dis," you said simply, bringing your hand from around your back. On your palm lay a lone chocolate chip cookie. The look on your face gave Bucky absolutely no indication as to...anything that you might be thinking.

"That's a cookie, kiddo, you don't need a knife. Just eat it."

"No, I can't!"

"That's a first. Why not?"

"Because I wanna share it with you and Papa!"

"Aw, that's very sweet, baby. Is that your cookie from lunch?"

"Yes."

"Then you can eat the whole thing by yourself. I already told you that's okay, baby."

"But it's da last cookie before we make more and I wanna share it!" you said, stomping your foot. Bucky really tried to hold back his chuckle- your adorable consternation at wanting to share combined with the foot stomp was too cute. But even as he snickered- just the tiniest bit- he knew he needed to nip this in the bud.

"No stomping your feet, baby," he scolded gently, knowing that you were truly coming from a good place. "You know better. Use your words and tell me what's wrong, please."

You felt your face warm a bit at the mild scolding. You took a deep breath like Papa taught you when you were mad and blew it out slowly. Bucky smiled, so proud of you. When you felt better, you looked back up at him.

"I wanna share my cookie please. Is important to me. Please?"

Bucky's grin nearly cracked his face in two. "You are the sweetest sugar in the whole wide world, doll, you know that?" he said, coming around to your side of the island and picking you up, giving you a big kiss on the cheek. "Okay. We can share the cookie if you really want to."

"Tank you Daddy! Knife please!"

Not this again. "Baby, you don't need a knife to share. We can just break it apart."

You looked absolutely horrified. "NO! What if it doesn't break right? And da parts is all wrong?! We NEED a knife to make it da same, okay? So can I have your knife, PLEASE?"

"Puppy, you are way too little to be playing with knives. I told you this already."

"I not playing!"

"Okay, fair, but you're too little to even touch them. It's not gonna happen, kiddo."

"But....but...." Your eyes filled with tears. And Bucky couldn't handle that.

"Okay, hang on," he said abruptly. "What if....what if I cut it for you? Would that be okay?"

Your tear-filled eyes suddenly turned pensive. You twisted your lips to the side as you thought hard about his proposal. "But I wanna help please," you said tentatively.

"You can supervise."

"What's dat?"

"Means you can tell me what to do, but you don't actually do the work yourself."

"Oh, like you say Unca Tony does!"

"Exactly. Sound good?"

"Does I gotta wear a Iron Man helmet?"

"Not unless you want to."

"Can I has my shield?!!"

"Sure."

"OTAY!!" you squealed in delight, then hopped down off the step stool and raced away to your playroom. You brought back the mini Captain America shield that Tony had made for you last Christmas and held it in front of you bravely. "Otay, NOW you can use your knife for the cookie please."

Bucky decided that he should probably use a kitchen knife instead of one of his combat ones, so he quickly pulled a knife from the butcher block that they kept far out of your reach. "I think we're going to need a cutting board, baby..."

"I can do it!!" you shrieked in joy. You liked the idea of being supervisor but you liked helping way better. Before Bucky could stop you, you yanked open the kitchen cupboard door to the cabinet where the cutting boards were. You reached in and pulled out the big green one too quickly, causing the other cutting boards and two sheet pans to come flying out in the process, making a terrific crash on the kitchen floor.

It was at this moment that Steve opened the front door, just in time to hear the chaos. Fighting his natural urge to jump headfirst into the battle zone, he listened for a second to make sure that Bucky was with you at the scene of the crime. When he heard his husband laugh, he sighed with a grin and began to take his shoes off.

Back in the kitchen, Bucky stepped aside as you heaved the green cutting board onto the counter with glee. "Nice job, munchkin," he praised, making you wiggle your butt joyfully. "You wanna clean up the other boards and pans?"

"We gotta do dis first, Daddy!"

"What's the magic word?"

"Please!!"

"Good job. Here we go."

Bucky carefully cut the cookie into three equal wedges, making sure to subtly angle his body so you could see but couldn't reach the knife in your raging curiosity. "There we go, all done!" he proclaimed, handing you a cookie wedge. You squealed and jumped for joy, cheering.

"Good job, Daddy! When's Papa home?"

"Right now," Steve said, coming around the corner to your sheer delight. You bunny hopped over to him and flung yourself into his arms.

"Papa, Daddy did a good job cuttin' da cookie and now we can SHARE!" you shrieked, beyond happy. Steve grinned at Bucky, who handed him a cookie wedge.

"Cheers," Bucky said with a grin, tapping his own wedge with yours and Steve's. As all three of you chowed down, Bucky turned behind your back and spun the knife mid-air before dropping it innocently into the sink. Steve's eyebrows disappeared into his hairline as Bucky chuckled cheekily at him. Steve just rolled his eyes and set you down.

"Well, now that that's over, how about you clean up the other cutting boards that you dragged out, baby?"

You shook your head. "Imma supervisor, Papa. I don't do da work," you proclaimed smugly, before skipping off to your playroom. The howls of laughter behind you made you giggle.

#daddy!bucky #daddy!bucky x little!reader #daddy bucky #daddy bucky x little reader #daddy!steve #daddy!steve x little!reader #daddy steve #daddy steve x little reader #daddy steve rogers #daddy steve rogers x little reader #daddy!steve rogers #daddy!steve rogers x little #daddy stucky #daddy!stucky #daddy stucky x little reader #daddy!stucky x little!reader

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babyjakes · 8 months

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sweet surprise. [blurb.]

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event | august '23 general requests blurb night

summary | ransom has a surprise encounter with your little niece.

pairing | soft!ransom drysdale x auntie!reader (+ reader's baby!niece)

warnings | SOFT RANSOM IS BACK. just soooo fluffy, like unbearable amounts of fluff hehe. written from reader's pov, but most of it is just ran & da baby <3

word count | 689

requested by @brandycranby | hiiiiii eun ✨💕 for blurb night, maybe we could see a fluff or hurt/comfort + unexpectedly soft!ransom + baby? like a teeny tiny chubby wubby baby 🥺

an | aaaahhhhh i'm so glad you sent in this request brandy bby, i've been DYING to write soft!ran lately and this is just the sweetest idea ever ever, hope you enjoy sweet friend and thank you for the amazing idea!!

You don't hear Ransom as he returns home from work, tossing his bag beside the door with a quiet grumble. As always, he's not in the best mood after spending nearly six hours at his grandfather's, helping the old writer with the logistics of his business. He can't wait to spend time with you, the sunshine that always brightens his day and erases any worries that might be floating around in his mind. He doesn't see you as he looks around the living room, but what he does see catches him off guard. On the floor, across the room, sits a strange-looking contraption— some sort of swing. He lets out a gasp as he sees what's sitting inside: a tiny baby whose big, bright eyes are looking over at him with a darling sense of curiosity.

"Oh my," Ransom hums to himself. He stands frozen for a few moments, looking around the room again. You're nowhere to be found. "Now what are you doing here all alone?" he hums softly, finally building up the courage to start making his way over to the swing.

He stops several feet away, just observing the tiny being. Judging by the sweet pink lettering on her jumper that spells out Mama's Girl, he's able to easily guess the infant's gender. "My goodness," the large man whispers, his face softening as the sweet little girl smiles at the sound of his voice, "you're so tiny. What're you doing here, hmm? Was y/n looking after you this afternoon?"

He sits down cross-legged on the floor, scooting himself up a bit more as the baby sways gently in the swing, clapping her tiny hands together clumsily to show the stranger that she's happy to see him. Ransom bites back a smile, reaching out a hand to brush back the little one's thin tufts of hair. "Hi there, pretty girl," he murmurs, "Are you clappin' for me? That's so nice of you, sweetheart. What a smart girl you are."

The infant claps a few more times, giggling softly as a defeated smile finally crosses the brown-haired man's face. "You're too sweet," he admits, stroking the baby's chubby little cheek. "I wonder where y/n is, hmm? Have you seen her?" he asks comically, his grin widening as the baby just continues to wiggle and smile in the swing. "You wanna come out, sweetheart? C'mere, let me hold you."

His hands are steady and careful as he gently unbuckles her from the swing, being sure to support her neck and head as he lifts her up and brings her to his chest. "Oh my," his voice flutters as she tucks her tiny head against his shoulder, snuggling right up to him. "There you go, angel. I got you," he whispers, stroking her hair as he bounces her gently in his arms.

"Welcome home," you giggle as you enter the doorway to the kitchen, your heart swelling at the sight of the giant man holding the tiny baby so carefully, as if she's the most precious thing in the world.

"Look, there's y/n!" Ransom coos excitedly to the little one, causing her to look over at you and offer you a huge, toothless smile. "I bet she missed you!"

"Looks like you're Uncle Ran, huh?" you joke as you join the two on the floor, rubbing the tiny girl's back as Ransom sways and cradles her. "Never knew you liked babies."

"Me neither," the man chuckles, looking down at your niece with the gentlest smile. "But I think this little one might've changed my mind. Look at how tiny she is. So tiny and precious, aren't you?" he fusses her again, earning a chorus of giggles from the baby as he messes her hair carefully. "How long is she staying?" Ransom asks, looking back up at you. "Can we see her again soon? I'll take off work, Harlen won't mind— we should bring her over to see him! He loves kids."

"Hey, hey, slow down," you laugh, leaning over to kiss the sweet man's forehead as you remind him, "I haven't even told you her name yet."

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simp4konig · 8 months

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"Can I sit here?" König x Gender-neutral Reader (Part 2)

Word count: ~2700

König finally asks you out on a date!

*Slow burn

*Friends (to Lovers?)

*FINALLT a Part 2 to 👉👉this fic rught here!! Tysm to those for being so patient in regards to part 2 kf this fic!!!😽 i hope u guys think this js good enoigh to be the sequel 😢😢😢 😢 Lots of fluff!!! 🥺🥺SOME suggestive themes but only if u squint 🧐

*Author STILL doesn't speak German!! 🇩🇪🙅🏼(im so sorru to any German-speakers thst xan see thru my Google Translate and whince in pain 😬Not mucj i can do abt it 🤷🏼‍♀️otber than spend 3 yrs learning the language and i do NOT ❌have time for thst‼️sorry😿)

...

Life on the barracks was still as mundane as ever for König.

With no new information on any recent targets or any gang syndicates appearing on their radar, he had to ease in to this rather boring lifestyle, his only source of entertainment being at target practice. Never really paying much thought to what he could get up to when he had free time — the truth was, he had never had any — he essentially was left twiddling his thumbs, this being the worst part about his job.

With no hobbies, König chose to kill time by going to the gym more often, working out with high intensity. On particularly slow days he'd enter the gym for a second time, going in when he knew no one else would be around so he would have the equipment all to himself.

He still wasn't a fan of the monotony, yet he grew more appreciative as a new factor entered his schedule, the recent recruit that had made his life more interesting: you.

Ever since that day when you chose to sit at his table, you always walked to the corner of the cafeteria where he was sitting with something new to tell, and König would listen attentively, not looking away from you once. Having you chat in front of him every morning and afternoon gave him something to look forward to during the otherwise uneventful mornings and afternoons, and he over time became more pleasant to be with and less and less awkward.

He'd wait eagerly at his usual table, looking forward to seeing your face. You made it your due diligence to prepare him something the day before, which would usually be the same that you would have, and the two of you would eat in a comfortable silence, König always being complimentary about the food no matter how simple it was to prepare.

"Mein Gott! Delicious, this is, maus! You really are talented," he'd proclaim, the sound muffled by a mouthful of food.

Maus. You had noticed König begin dropping in words like that when addressing you instead of your call-sign, yet you, being an ignorant Westerner, couldn't even Google their meanings as you had no clue how attempt to spell them. Maus, on the other hand, was self-explanatory; your height difference made you look like a "mouse" to him. You weren't sure whether to take it as a compliment or not, but you didn't question it further.

Shaking your head with a smile, you'd wave a dismissive hand at his remarks. "Eh, those are just simple pancakes. It would be hard for someone to not make them delicious, in all honesty."

"Nein, I mean it!" He'd reply in earnest, not breaking eye contact. "No one could replicate the... the flavour! The—" König struggled for words, his vocabulary limited enough as it was, yet with you in front of him he'd be unable to recall nothing that he had been taught in his English lessons.

Still, he'd persevere. "Das köstliche aroma! It's— so good. Very good."

A bashful laugh. "Okay, okay, König! I get it." You placed a hand on your chest, trying to downplay the rising blush on your cheeks. "Really, I'm flattered. Thank you."

To which König's eyes would crinkle, a sure sign of a thick smile under that hood of his. He was glad you couldn't see it, though, as he was sure he looked like an idiot.

When you'd be late by a few minutes, König could feel himself start to panic, his mind racing with possibilities at what could have happened to you. His anxiety was irrational yet his alarm was nothing short from genuine, only having good intentions; to keep you from harm's way.

He wanted to protect you, but he didn't know your schedule yet, thus hated not knowing where you were at all times. Tense shoulders visibly relaxed seeing you hurry through the double doors, and he'd let out a sigh of relief, trying to remember what he had planned to say, last minute rehearsals gone over in his head.

All of that careful planning went of out of the window, though, as the two of you would talk about everything and nothing, sometimes about something deep and philosophical; other times, your favourite type of cheese, and each rave about them respectively for five minutes flat.

You were a breath of fresh air for König, which was why he was now training with such vigour.

When working out, König made minimal noise, his movements quick and controlled. This time, however, he was grunting with effort, working until maximum exhaustion and completely drenched in sweat.

Before, he had never bothered with his appearance, only carrying the basic neccesities and wearing tactical gear that was comfortable enough and wasn't too tight. With his height, it was difficult enough to find form-fitting clothes to begin with, and damn near impossible when his bulk was considered, so any clothing that somewhat fit was good enough to König to wear on a day-to-day basis.

Yet, on numerous occasions, he found himself staring at his barren closet, contemplating over what outfit would look best with the few options he had.

Thinking of you made him want to look better for you, to make him worth your time, and he busied himself with searching on the internet and comparing reviews for the best cologne, for the best aftershave, even finding the best shirts from a niche private retailer that nearly catered to his needs to a tee, and he'd specifically select t-shirts that revealed his bulging biceps whenever he crossed his arms and would show off his body to you. A physique he maintained and would improve with you in mind, not necessarily for the sake of being the ideal soldier.

He would practice conversation in the mirror, thinking up of the funniest jokes to say, the most interesting topics to bring up. Suddenly, the English textbooks that were long forgotten about under his bed and the dust-covered German-English dictionary became of use, and he'd study the words, the idioms, the grammar, committing it all to memory. A pencil in hand and a lamp shining down on the notebook in front of him, he'd write late into the night, improving his sentence structure and mastering the expressions he had highlighted earlier, not knowing their definitions.

You were worth the effort, and he vowed to do this right. He wanted to impress you, and didn't want you to ditch him or think of him as less for the way he presented himself.

He'd shower and comb the hair back that you wouldn't see (yet he felt it a necessary thing to do, just in case), and generously sprayed himself with scented deodorant, before going to his usual spot at the cafeteria with his chest puffed out, hoping he looked immaculate.

And he did. His colleagues and lower-downs noticed this shift in his charisma and his growing confidence, actively taking advantage of his status rather than watching passively in the back of the room. They could sense his presence as he was walking down the corridors, yet rather than immediately looking down at the ground, instead saluted him with a respectful: "Good afternoon, Colonel Sir."

Really, he was elated. He had never felt this happy in years, and he was loving this feeling, walking around base now with a self-assured swagger to his step.

Waiting, though, was the worst part about your encounters. Minutes felt like hours as König held a hand over his bouncing knee to keep it in place, his stomach fluttering with butterflies as he waited in anticipation.

Truth was, you'd always be worn out after training after your instructor pushed you to your limits, and sometimes took longer in getting ready and making yourself look presentable than other times because your joints were aching and your clothes stuck to you from how sweaty you were.

Now, quickly combing your hair and rolling some deodorant under your armpits, you had a goofy grin on your face, excited to see König again.

König, the 6'10 giant who was really just a sweet Austrian man to you.

His dead enemies, however, would be rolling in their graves and yelling in protest at the thought of you calling the brutal murderer that snapped their necks like they were twigs "sweet".

Really, you were ignorant to people's stances on him, and would defend his honour on his behalf with innocent stubbornness, with naive certainty that you were right. After all, he was a gentle giant!

Even if his total 180 shift was true, you doubted the full extent of his brutality. So what if he got a little aggressive? Adrenaline could do a lot to a man!

Still yet to see the side of him that König was trying desperately to keep hidden from you, he intended to keep it that way for as long as he could.

Counting down the seconds on his watch, König was sure you'd come in any moment now. A minute passing and he imagined that you'd come rushing in though the doors, frantically apologising for taking so long before sitting down and giving all of your attention to him, giving him the attention that he had never received from anyone so attractive before.

This meeting, however, was going to be different. He had revised all that he had wanted to say and exactly how he wanted to say it, until the words were permanently engraved in his brain.

At last, the double doors opened and there you were, a lopsided smile on your face as you speed-walked towards his table, already apologising sincerely and explaining why you were late by a few minutes before you had even sat down yet.

Honestly, your kindness towards König was too much for him to bear, and his heart was near the point of exploding from joy from having you so concerned over punctuality, when he considered it a blessing that the engel in front of him would even spare him any time of their day.

Eyes crinkling in a smile, König shook his head. "Nein, schatz. There is not a thing to be sorry for."

"But there is! I always keep you waiting and It's my bad," you said, rubbing your arm. "Sorry."

He shook his head again, this time reassuringly. "Don't be."

Then, added. "You're worth the wait."

Not knowing what to make of this, you sat down, trying to hide the fact that his remark flustered you.

Coughing as you deliberately tried to change topics. "How was your day, König? Beat up any bad guys at all?"

A chuckle. "Das ist lustig," he admitted. "Funny, but I wish. Only been at the gym today. But I also have been devoting some of my time to studying English."

Raised eyebrows in admiration as you nodded your head. "Your English has certainly improved, König," you observed, noticing how König would commit fewer and fewer grammar mistakes when speaking, until he was confident enough to even use some colloquial idioms of his own. Of course, some of the German ones didn't translate so well, yet you couldn't deny that there was improvement.

Not having told König anything about it, you yourself had actually begun learning some German on your own to surprise him with it one day, yet with how you were progressing at the moment you thought that this would be better left unsaid for the time being. Your knowledge of the language only went as far as "Guten morgen" and "Mein Name ist King". So, nothing extraordinary.

You smiled, your eyes reflecting the cafeteria lights. "I'm sure by the end of this year you'll be the most well-spoken on base! You'll probably become more fluent than me soon."

König was lost in your sparkling eyes, his sight taking in all of your features. You were so beautiful, so perfect.

"Danke, schön, but I still have a long way to go." Momentarily glancing at your lips for a split of a second, before he quickly cleared his throat. "I had... I had actually something to ask you, maus."

You tilted your head, eyebrows furrowed. "Really? What is it?"

The expectant expression on your face made König's voice hitch in his throat, suddenly forgetting all that he had carefully rehearsed and had revised for consecutive afternoons. "Y-you see—"

A thoughtful pause as he considered his next words, weighing the pros and cons of risking it all. "—From the day you sat down at my table, I— I've never felt this happiness in all my years on this world," he began steadily.

"My childhood... was... not the best—" He winced, and did not elaborate further. You didn't push him to, and waited patiently for him to finish. "—But... you make all those times I was unhappy forgettable when I make new memories with you. I couldn't be happier when you're with me. And—"

König took in a deep breath. "...Will you— will you do me the honour... of going on a date with me?"

Shock. This was not what you had expected. At all.

Your eyes were wide and throat dry as you licked your lips. No one had ever asked you on a date before. You hadn't dated a single person in all your years of living, or even went as far as having your first kiss, which was embarassing to admit. Too afraid to put yourself out there and keeping reserved in fear that you wouldn't be good enough, those same doubts entered your mind as you imagined König with someone better, someone more intelligent and more attractive, someone that always knew what to say in moments like these.

Not you, this moron that couldn't even learn some basic German for him, and the family's disappointing child which enlisted in the military as a last resort, with no qualifications good enough to secure you another job.

As you looked at the floor, König regretted ever bringing this up.

Oh Gods, did he cross a boundary? What if you didn't like him the way he liked you? What if— what if you were already in a relationship?! What if you were too nice to turn him down and tell him the truth?

It suddenly occured to you that you had not replied to König's proposal for a whole minute, and you pulled yourself together, reaching despairingly for his hand with a trembling one of your own, fearing that you blew everything.

"Oh my God, König— yes. Yes! I'd love to go on a date with you!"

König let out a breath that he didn't know he had been holding. "—Really? You— want to go on a date... with me?"

You nodded emphatically, compensating for your lack of response. "Yes! Fuck, I'm so sorry for not saying anything, I just—"

Quiet laughter. "I know, you're late to things," he teased, your face red. "Schatz, I think... I think we can make this work. Is— is it okay if I pick you up at 6 on Friday?"

"It's more than okay! It's perfect, König!" A goofy grin as you couldn't contain your child-like excitement. Then, a sheepish rub of the neck. "And... I pinky promise that I will be ready on time. I wouldn't miss our date for the world."

Later on, as he was rounding the corner and knew no one could see him, he punched at the air enthusiastically, feeling like he had just won the lottery; only, the grand prize was you.

Locking his bedroom door and immediately crossing off the date on his calendar, his body dropped on a chair.

With his head on his palm, he smiled.

He couldn't wait to see you again.

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Note: I fed u guys with a fluffy fic in preparation for my upcoming one as imGONNA BREAK UR HEARTS INTO A MILLION PIECES WITH THE NEXT ONE U READ👺👺my next fic is angst Angst ANGST and u habe to be mentslly prepared for it... 💔

If u are sad throighout it and feel empty inside dont say that i djdnt warn you beacuse its gonna be some REAL shit rjbht there and abojt to get HELLA Depressing🗿🗿

Thankfully it is going to have SOME sort of happy conclusion to rub less salt in ur wounds🥲 and on top of that I posted this first so u dont get a doible whammy of angst<33

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forever-rogue · 1 year

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might I request the process of nurse steve painting and setting up the nursery getting teary eyed at all the little clothes and shoes

also what blobs first stuffie would be?

AN | No, but please this made me so soft 🥺

Warnings | None

Pairing | Nurse!Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2k

Masterlist | Steve, Main, Nurse Steve

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“Pastels?” you asked softly, more to yourself than anything else. Steve turned to you, eyebrow raised but you didn’t even notice him as you paced around the kitchen. The two of you were making dinner, but your head was clearly miles away. You stopped and turned to him with a big smile on your face, “pastels!”

“Pastels!” he repeated and held up his best jazz hands as he still didn’t quite follow what you were getting at, “pastels for what exactly, sweetheart?”

“The nursery,” you grinned as though it should have been obvious. You hadn’t even discussed the idea recently. In your pregnant mind it was obvious, but Steve wasn’t about to say anything, “what do you think?”

“What, you don’t want to do everything pink?!” he pretended to be shocked as you snorted in amusement.

“Just because we’re having a girl doesn’t mean we need everything pink,” you scoffed lightly, “it’s such an antiquated idea. But - but - I think pastels in all the colors would be darling. What do you think?”

“I think whatever you want to do will be perfect,” he kissed the side of your head as he reached to grab something out of the fridge. You looked at him in surprise, “what?”

“No opinions, Mr. Harrington?” you teased, “that’s shocking.”

“I’m just excited that this is all happening,” he confessed, a pretty rosy blush coloring his cheeks, “really. I mean, I have you, my wife and we’re going to have our first kid. Like…that’s all I could ever dream of. So, in comparison the color for the nursery seems like…not a huge deal.”

“You’re such a romantic,” you beamed at him and he wanted to just melt into a puddle, “I love you. So you’re okay with pastels?”

“I love the idea of pastels,” he put an arm around your waist and pulled you in as much as he could despite your bump that seemed to be growing every day, “plus, if we ever wanted more in the future, it would work for a boy or girl. Pastels are gender neutral…I mean all colors are. They’re just colors - but that’s a different discussion altogether. You’re staring at me with that look, what’s wrong?”

“If we want to have more in the future?” you touched his face, palm to his cheek as he shrugged shyly, “if? I thought you wanted like six?”

“Are you saying you’d go through this again?” he almost whispered his question, “it’s really up to you. You’re doing the work.”

“Yes, Stevie,” you promised softly, “I’d do this anything. But that’s a discussion for after we have her.”

“I love you,” he was the human embodiment of heart eyes, “terribly.”

“I love you too,” you pressed a kiss to his lips, “and so does blob.”

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“Whatddaya think?” you stepped into the empty room that was going to be turned into the nursery and held out your hands in a ta da gesture. Steve had the cans of paint by him, all the edges taped off, drop cloth on the door, everything ready for him to start painting. It didn’t hurt that he looked pretty sexy in his old t-shirt and beaten up jeans…or maybe that was just the hormones speaking.

“About what?” he asked tentatively for fear that he was missing something incredibly obvious.

“My outfit,” you gestured to the overalls you were wearing along with the fitted t-shirt and your ballcap. You’d artfully left one side of the overalls undone, opting to wear them more for fashion than anything else. Just because you were pregnant didn’t mean you’d have to look frumpy, “cute right?”

“Baby,” his grinned, playfully wolf-whistling at you. Of course he thought you were cute - also beautiful, sexy, gorgeous, all of it - and he would always think that, “you look amazing but you don’t seriously think I’m going to let you paint or do anything like that, right?”

“I can help,” you insisted with a pout that you knew he could hardly resist, “but some of the smaller stuff! Like the door, o-or I can sit and do the baseboards! I wanna help, Stevie.”

“I don’t if it’s-”

“It’s safe,” you insisted, “you know that just being around paint for a few hours won’t do anything to me or the baby, Nurse Harrington.”

“You’ll let me know if you anything feels off or you get tired?”

“Swear it on Blob,” you promised, taking the few steps over to him and pressing a kiss to his cheek, “I love you, handsome. But come on! No time to waste - the shower we paint and let it dry, the sooner we can pick up the crib and everything else and do the fun part!”

“You’re something else, you know?” he tugged on the snap of your overall and pulled you closer.

“Yeah, but you married me so,” you sighed sweetly when he stole another kiss, “you’re stuck with me and the kid.”

“I wouldn’t want anything else.”

“Me neither,” you promised, “now crack open the paint and let’s do this!”

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The following day, Steve had stripped the room off all the dropcloth and tools and the two of you were able to admire his handiwork. Well, yours and his, but admittedly your work was minimal so you’d let him have all the credit.

The room was a soft lavender, a color you’d fallen in love, along with soft white trims, and the dark hardwood floors. It was perfect, and definitely made you tear up a little bit.

“It’s lovely,” you promised him, “you did a wonderful job, my love.”

“Couldn’t have it without my wonderful assistant,” he grinned, “and today we can go and pick everything up!”

“The fun part,” you grinned, “the decorating and put all the stuff together ourselves-”

“I’ll put the stuff together,” he raised his eyebrow, as you smiled sheepishly, “sorry clumsy girl, but I think I should do the assembling…”

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” you huffed, only affection behind your words, “but you’re right…this time. I’m only agreeing so I don’t hurt myself and possibly Blob!”

“A true sacrifice,” he teased, “come on, let’s get going so we can start on the fun part, as you like to say.”

“Can we get breakfast first?” you asked sweetly, as if Steve Harrington would ever deny you anything, “your kid’s hungry!”

“Sure angel, we’ll go and get breakfast first,” he promised as squealed in delight, “we’ll go to that diner with the waffles you like.”

“You’re the best!”

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The nursery slowly came together over the next week. The day you brought everything home, including the crib, changing table, dresser, and rocking chair, both of you had been exhausted. It probably didn’t help that you insisted on dragging Steve to a bunch of stores to start getting accessories and little touches for the room, along with lots of clothes.

Probably too many clothes, but let’s be honest, both you and Steve were suckers for all the cute little things. Plus, you’d already decided that anything you didn’t need would get donated to people that did need them, or passed along to other friends with babies. It was a win-win you decided.

“This rug was a great decision,” you’d purchased a large white, fluffy, and lux rug that covered most of the hardwood. It felt like heaven under your tired, achy feet, “it’s magical, I swear. Do you think some pictures on this wall or the opposite one?”

“That one,” Steve agreed after a few moments of contemplation. He was currently on the floor, putting together the last time that remained - the crib. It was a pretty white one and you’d fallen in love with it instantly. Just like the man that was currently putting it together, “doing okay?”

“Just tired,” you admitted, “she’s moving around a lot today, I wonder if she knows we’re getting her room ready. Or she just likes the sound of your voice.”

“Both,” he grinned, “definitely both.”

You hummed in agreement as you set the frames you wanted hung up against the wall. You weren’t even going to try and do it yourself; Steve would handle it later.

You opened the next bag and made a small sound of excitement when you realized you’d reached all the clothing. You took a couple of onesies and held them up, internally squealing over how much and small they were. You’d gotten some clothes that were more typically girly but had made it a point to mostly gender neutral clothing. It was as much of a statement as it was about the reality of it - clothes were clothes, anyone could wear anything. Plus, everything for babies was cute, so there was no way to lose.

You started to hang up some of the outfits in the wardrobe and it wasn’t long before you were sniffling softly.

“Angel?” Steve picked up on it immediately, as he always did, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you wiped away your tears with the sleeve of your sweater, “these things are just so precious and I can’t believe that we’re having a baby.”

“I know,” he set down the part he was working on and came over to you, standing behind you as he wrapped arm around you and pulled you against him. You hummed in content as he pressed a few kisses to your shoulder and gently rubbed your belly, “but it’s very real.”

“It is,” you sniffled softly, “I’m so excited to meet her - look at all these little clothes, she’s going to be cute!”

“Just like her mother,” you hear the emotion in his voice too. This had been something you both really wanted, “I think we did a pretty good job with everything…including the clothes.”

“They’re so small,” you held up one of your particular favorites, “and precious.”

He turned you around so you were facing him, and gently cradled your face in his hands, admiring you as he so often did. You see that he too was teary eyed and that served to make you just that much more emotional, “you’re amazing.”

“Steve,” you huffed lightly but still preened into his touch, “so are you. I can’t wait to see everything all finished, it’s going to be just perfect and she’s going to love it!”

“I’m sure she will, angel.”

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Steve worked hard to make your wish come true. He had a few days while you had worked and spent the time finishing up the nursery. He hung all the pictures, mirror, and other things you had wanted, made sure all the furniture was put together and in the right spots, and put the last of the decorations away.

The last touches he had saved somehow felt the most special of all. The two of you had picked out a pretty mobile and he hung it up, almost a goner with how sweet it was. He studied one of the soft, lightly colored stars before giving it a small spin. It played a little melody and he grinned at it. Everything in the room felt just right; it had been a labor of love after all.

The thing he had saved for very last felt the most special of all. In the crib he tucked in a small, soft stuffie for her - her first one ever. It was a cute little pink and white dolphin that had a tiny rattle to it; apparently that was supposed to comfort babies if the store clerk was being truthful.

It had called to him for some reason and he wanted to get it for her. He hoped that even when she was older she’d remember the little dolphin or still have it. Steve gave it a gentle pat before taking a step back and admiring the room as a whole. Yes, this was it, he thought to himself, this was magical.

Now all he needed was his baby girl.

But that, the very best part of all, would be coming soon enough.

The wait would be worth it.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington one shot #nurse!steve #joe keery #st

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stevebabey · 1 year

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Hi hi hi!! Congratulations so much on your milestone! I haven’t been following for very long but you are one of my favorite Steve writers, bar none. Thanks for sharing your writing with the internet 💖

📽 If I may step behind the beaded curtain of Family Video…

Post-battle, one of the many you’ve shared with Steve, and you just want to stop thinking. Thinking hurts, especially when you think about the fact that you almost just lost each other!! Steve is being lovey and sweet and altogether way too nice while you make out so you bite his lip, ruck your hands through his hair, roll your hips a little harder. He lets you flip him underneath you, but it’s still not enough, so you’re pulling at his mouth and fisting his shirt in ur hands and avoiding eye contact bc if you cry that’s it, it’s over, he won’t fuck you like you want it. But of course he notices, and tries to soothe you, “baby baby honey. Please. Shhhh. Talk to me” with kisses on your cheeks and petting at your hair and worry creasing his brow. And godammit if he doesn’t make you talk to him like a healthy adult who processes their feelings 🙄 before eating you out while holding ur hands for comfort. And maybe he doesn’t fuck you like you want it, but definitely how you NEED it. He always knows 🥺

(I’m sorry if that’s too long I just got so excited to share this and talk with you and if it’s not your style I totally understand and congrats regardless!!!!)

anon u came to the RIGHT place for some tender loving sex i am ALL for that shit!!! also hello!!!! i’m so very pleased to have u here!! u make me blush honey, and yes indeed come behind da beaded curtain hehe - also DAMN i do not know how to shut up apparently, i sat down to write this, fixed myself a g&t and clearly went a bit insane <3 hope u love! 18+ content below the cut MDNI

maybe it’s a bit too much of a close call this time, or it’s just that you’ve been here too many times but either way your nerves are frayed tonight— and the solution lies in steve’s arms. there’s something bout the skin-to-skin that soothes one part of you entirely while setting another part aflame- you love him and you nearly lost him tonight and it sets you about with a burning desire, nearly delirious in how his lips feel against yours, how he feels pressed against you when you grind in his lap and clutch at his shirt- you’re tugging at the fabric but don’t even pause your kisses for a moment, just try to tug it up and off. it’s the first sign to steve that tonight is different, that you’re needier than usual. he murmurs his assurances of love, soft and low, “it’s alright, honey,” he mumbles between the heated kisses, “we’re both alright, we made it out,” and he gives what you want, his shirt off and then your own

but he’s being soft, all delicate and caring with you and normally you adore that- the sweet lovebites scattered along your neck that’ll be gone by morning- tonight, instead it feels like you’re treated like glass, like in your mind maybe he’s still preparing to say goodbye in some twisted final way — so you use your hands to press him down, knees straddling his waist and try your best to let the message sink in; if he fucks you rough, it’s like none of the hurt of tonight happened, like the shit you went through didn’t happen at all. hands in his hair, hips rolling down sinfully and pulling groans from his throat, you reattach your mouths and desperation pours from your lips- you don’t want to slow down, to think about what you’ve both barely escaped and agonisingly, steve can tell — his hands grasp your face and halt your kisses but the moment you pause, you won’t look at him, can’t look at him. suddenly you’re embarrassed and steve is all quiet murmurs, “hey, hey, honey, what’s this? what’s going on with my girl?” and his nose nudges against yours, encouraging u to answer and your voice is smaller than ever as you give some pititful excuse, some line that usually riles him up, “just wanna feel you, stevie, just wanna fuck you,” and you grind down on him

steve knows you better than that though and though he hisses, pleasure spiking at the grind you give, he moves his hands to stop your hips- the movement they pause, his hands climb up and cradle your face as his features give away his worry. there’s a terrible furrow in his brown, eyes pooled with concern and he pulls you close, dozens of kisses against your cheeks, your nose, your forehead as he murmurs to you, “honey, please, talk to me,” and you do exactly what you’d been trying to avoid, fat tears welling in your eyes and shit, now you’re crying but it’s like it’s exactly what steve’s expecting — his arms are ready to hold every piece of you together while you cry shakily, whispered fears and confessions of love he’s already heard before and steve listens to it all- his kisses take your tears and when you calm, fear finally taking the back burner in your mind and breathing normal, he’s ready n waiting for you. “d’you want to just sleep?” he checks, lovingly and your shaking your head no quickly; you weren’t lying before, there’s an itch under your skin that can be sated only by his touch. steve doesn’t seem surprised but rolls the both of you over, kissing you with a bit more fervour now that he knows you’re truly alright - then he’s moving down the bed, kisses against your collarbones, down your sternum and when you voice your confusion steve’s raspy voice just says, “shh, it’s alright, lemme take care of my girl, yeah? you gonna let me take care of you?” his rough hands are already teasing the inside of your thighs so you can’t help but sigh out a yes

and he does take good care of you, one hand intertwined with yours as the heat of his mouth works your cunt, drawing whines and whimpers out- you’re clutching his hair and feeling hot in your skin, squeezing his hand as steve whispers his praise to you, “that’s it, so good f’me, doing so well,” until you’re spilling over the edge and quivering beneath his touch- but steve’s not done and he can tell you aren’t from the look in your eye. he’s somehow managed to melt away an extra layer of stress that you only notice in its absence so when he kisses back up your tummy and stretches you nice on his cock, you keen and melt into him, completely unwound— steve’s just as he was in the beginning, soft and sweet, all i love you’s scattered between the moans but you can tell know this is exactly what you need. you’re chest to chest and only trying to get closer, fingernails clawing at his back- you’d crawl into his skin if you could- and steve fucks you through it perfectly and you somehow come apart at how he just knows — he knows you, knows what you need and when to give it to you and that’s a kind of love you don’t think you’ll ever get used to- it’s a flurry of rushed kisses and sweet words, steve urging you with a rasp to cum with him, pleading and whimpering into your neck until you both come undone. you fall asleep in his arms to the ghost of a kiss in your hair

#it's tender loving sex and yet: no one look at me #maybe he doesn’t fuck you like you want it but definitely how you NEED it. He always knows #WHAT A PROMPTTTTT #its true i wanna be fucked like that omg #mdni #this was a delicious thought anon thank u for sharing #ruby writes steve #stevie drabbles!#steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #steve harrington #steve harrrington x you #ruby's very own tour of hawkins #as emma was the one who first pushed me to write smut now every time i write anything smut related im like EMMA!! LOOK! LOOK I DID IT! AGAIN #hehehe

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skeleboiii84 · 2 years

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Can you do more mafiafell sans/mafiatale sans x reader If you can.I love it :)

Yessssss you may I've secretly been waiting for asks of more of these precious mafia husbones! ❤💙

Enjoy Darling! <3

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Please just five more minutes 🥺💙❤

(A mafiafell sans/butch x mafiatale sans x reader) fluff

"Good morning bubs" you tiredly rubbed your eye to see both your husbands cuddling up to you in your huge bed. "Nmmh, mornin' princess" sans yawned before pulling you closer. You felt his boney hand slip up your shirt just a tiny bit and resting his skull in the crook of your neck.

Sans yawned before kissing your cheek lovingly, you shifted to press to his teeth. You two were then rudely interrupted by the sound of butch snoring, you and sans tried too hard not to laugh at him you just lay there uncontrollably snickering to yourselves.

" *yawnnn* hnnmh.. The hell are you two doin up so damn early for", uh oh it seems your snickering accidentally woke him up (even though it was like 12:30AM but anyway-). Sans chuckled "sorry hun didn't mean ta wake ya", you snuggled up to butch's chest and gave him a good morning kiss too.

He happily co-operated by placing a firm hand right on your ass. "Nmm we- shuld Prabhubly- mm get reahdy far nmm wark", butch struggled to speak through the kiss. Sans was getting up outta bed when you pulled him back under the sheets with you and butch.

"Wha- oof! Ah, come on sweetheart I gotta get ready for work", sans said with a smirk and a sigh. "So? " you said, "So we gotta damn job ta do princess" butch let out a low chuckle before putting a hand over his face.

"Hmph, fine go leave me here all alone", you huffed and puffed your cheeks out at them. " daww come on babe don't be like that", sans snuggled up to you, "you know we'd stay here all day long if we had the choice", you looked at him " ya can say that again " butch scoffed.

You grabbed both their arms before giving them the biggest and saddest puppy eyes you could the look you gave them to really shatter their souls about leaving you all alone. "Hey don't look at us like that! " they said and you could hear the heartbreak in their voices.

You tried to force One single tear out before saying "pleeeaaseeee just five more minutes pretty please", after about a minute of you saying the same thing and them saying no, they gave in.

You had a celebrity party in your head as they both snuggled up to you once more. When you three woke up again though- oh dear they were LATE asf.

With multiple fucks, shits, missed calls from papyrus, blaming you for your cheek while you felt extremely proud of yourself , let's just say they were in a lot of trouble.

But don't worry they'll get they're revenge no matter how many cuddles it takes.

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Here you go sweetie enjoy da fluffy mafia husbones!

I'm glad you like the poly husbones because I can't express how much joy it brings me to write them! 🤣❤💙

#undertalefics #ut au #headcanon #husbones #mafiafell #mafiafell sans #mafiafell sans x reader #mafiafell sans X mafiatale sans #mafiatale sans x reader #mafiatale #mafiatale sans #mafiatale sans X mafiafell sans #mafiatale sans x mafiafell sans x reader #undermafia #polyamourous #fluff

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hajimeiwaswife · 2 years

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Hello. I must admit, that I fell in love with your writing from the first word. It's so good and delicious. Thank you for your efforts.

You're taking requests now, right? If not, then, please, forgive me. Just accept all my admiration for you and your blog. If you accept them, then can i have a jealous and, a little, possessive? daddy Erwin Smith, who, a little, loves his baby daughter too much, please? Maybe, he's even considering the idea, of making her his baby wifey someday. After all, she old enough for him and for this.

Hello! Thank you for your kind words, it makes me happy to know you enjoy my writing 🥺. As for requests, I don’t really accept them as they are, but more as in thirsts. I will, though, write a little scenario about this concept because I found it too tempting as for not. If you want something longer or more specific, I do accept commissions.

Warnings: incest, a little yandere!Erwin, creampie, baby trapping, reader is +20. MDNI

You could just moan against your dad’s mouth, who’s tongue was finding its way to your lips in order to lick them. His hips were snapping against yours, the wet sound of your pussy welcoming his cock so embarrassing and, at the same time, lustful.

Your lips found his once his thirst for your throat and jaw was satisfied, sharing a much heated kiss. It showed his anger, frustration and desire to posses you whole, making your walls clench around his dick.

“Say it.” Erwin demanded, his nose touching yours as his thrusts became harder, “Say it, little one, who do you belong to?”

“Da-daddy!” You mewled, trying to gain more friction in your aching clit with his pelvis.

“Of course you belong to me.” He repositioned again, angling his hips in a way that had the tip of his cock brushing against the perfect spot.

“Yeah, ah, I’m y-yours. Daddy, please!” Nonsense came from your mouth, being too lost in pleasure.

“More, baby? But you don’t deserve it. Or should I remind you who you were with just before I came?” Erwin asked, stopping the movement of his hips immediately.

You found yourself losing the last train of thought you could have as the building pleasure towards your orgasm felt interrupted. Protesting, you grabbed your dad’s wide shoulders with your petite hands.

“Daddy, daddy, please.” The blond man found you, his baby, so adorable in such a vulnerable situation, that he couldn’t help but coo.

“It’s okay, baby, I forgive you.” He started moving his hips again, his cock brushing against that spongy spot once more and bringing your legs to his shoulders. “At the end of the, fuck, day, I’m your commander.”

“M-my daddy, my commander.” You repeated, babbling the only words you could remember as you felt your orgasm build again.

“Levi can’t make you feel like this.” Erwin said, his thrusts becoming erratic as his climax was imminent, “Only your daddy can, because he knows you best, he knows his daughter best. Fuck baby, you feel so good, I made you just for me.”

Erwin closed his eyes, his head hidden in your neck, breathing your essence. He wanted to cum in you, no other thought in his brain, and he was absolutely not asking for consent, you were his daughter, after all.

“You gonna have my baby, right? Have my fat, big baby on your belly.” He asked, grunts becoming moans as his orgasm neared.

“Ah, daddy, there!” Whether you didn’t hear him or were just too far gone, he ignored. But when he came in you, releasing a loud and deep moan, he felt happy.

Rubbing your clit, he brought you to your own climax moments later, having you trembling and tossing under him, mewling how good of a father he was.

He gave you a minute to calm down, positioning the under part of your knees on his shoulders so you could relax your legs and keep his seed on your womb.

Both your breathings returned to normal little by little, and Erwin kissed your forehead, cheeks, nose and lips in a very tender way. You looked blissed, eyes half closed and a fucked up smile directed only at him.

Observing the dirty and pure state you were in, he thought that if you were going to have his babies, then he better marry you if he didn’t want any scandals among the nobility, right?

#tw.incest #erwin smith x reader #erwin x reader

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variety-fangirl · 7 months

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HIIIII!!! How are youuuu?? I was wondering you could write some fluff with Jimmy Keene? I loved ur recent imagine!

You Know You Want Me Sweetheart / Jimmy Keene x fem!reader

Summary: Jimmy regularly visits the bar you work at, you know his order off heart as soon as you see him walk in. For weeks he's been asking you out, begging you to give him a chance. Will you give in?

Warnings: Not much. Teasing and flirting, alcohol, lmk if I missed anything.

Author's note: hello sweetheart! 😁 I am good thank you, I hope you are okay also! Absolutely, of course 🥰 Thank you so much 🥺 it means the world to me. Thank you so much for requesting, I hope you like it and it turned out how you wanted. Just a cute fluffy short one 😁 Thank you for reading. Reblogging, commenting, and liking really helps me out. Enjoy!

Word count: 859

It had been a surprisingly quiet night for a Friday, which was normally filled with people who'd just finished a long shift at work and wanted to relax. But, it was mostly your regulars and a few small groups of people your age happily drinking. You didn't really mind because you hadn't had a break in hours, since your work wife called out sick, there were only two of you serving tonight. The quietness allowed you to clean down the bar, refill the snack pots of nuts and restock anything that needed to be done. You felt more relaxed now that everything was in order and sorted out, just in case it got busier in the next few hours. Which was likely to happen, quiet and bars don't go well together.

And you were right because before long, two large groups of 6+ each walked in. It was going to be another long night ahead of you but you were thankful you got off at midnight. You were just going to keep yourself busy enough that the hours fly by and you'll be home in your nice warm bed before you know it. A shower sounded absolutely divine right now, you could practically feel the hot water running down your skin. You watched as Lisa, your work colleague, took the groups orders with a smile and made her way over to you. You could see the deflation in her shoulders, she looked as exhausted as you felt.

You were just finishing the second tables order of drinks when your favourite regular walked in a large smile on his face when he spotted you. You roll your eyes with a smile as you pass the tray to Lisa and get his order ready, a scotch on the rocks. You place it on the bar on top of a napkin as he sits down in front of you, a smirk on his face as he grabs it appreciatively. "Hello, gorgeous." His husky voice affects you more than you would like it to, causing shivers to travel up your spine. "Jimmy, how very unsurprising to see you." you tease as you wipe down the bar top, anything to avoid the piercing stare of the gorgeous man sat in front of you.

He chuckles deeply, the sound going straight to your stomach. "Awe, were you waiting for my arrival?" he teases as he leans closer to you, a devilish look on his face. You give him a 'really?' look and roll your eyes, "Oh yeah, cause all I do all day is wait for my favourite customer to come visit me." you try to sound as convincing as possible, you actually had been waiting for him, as you did every day. But you weren't going to tell him that. He chuckles, "You know you missed me, princess, I certainly missed you." you tried to hide the warmth in your cheeks as best as possible but a small smile betrayed how you felt, "you're cute when you blush." he complimented with a teasing tone.

He knew what to say to get you riled up, you shake your head with a smile as you poured him another drink. "So, have you thought any more about my offer? Are you finally going to let me take you out?" He questioned smugly, knowing he was breaking down the wall you tried to hold between you both. You raise your brow as you lean on the bar top as casually as possible, "Are you going to stop coming to the bar if I do?" you were secretly hoping he wouldn't, his visits were the best part of your day but again, you wouldn't admit that out loud to him, his ego was already big enough. He smirks as copies you, "Probably not, so is that a yes?" your faces were extremely close and you could cut the sexual tension with a knife.

You lean close enough so that your noses brush and you look down at his lips, "Okay, fine, you can take me out. This Sunday, 8 o clock." you whisper and then pull back as you meet his eyes again, he wasn't the only one who was a flirt. Jimmy's lips are open just a tad and his eyes are lustful as he stares at you, you swear you hear him release a breath. You smile as you walk over to a patiently waiting and smiling Mac, one of your lovely older regulars, to take his order. "Tease!" Jimmy calls quietly with a smile, you look over your shoulder at him with a smirk. "I'm going to make you work for it handsome." He groans in despair, making you giggle to yourself.

But you did not in fact make him work for it because two days later, at the end of your date, Jimmy had you pushed up against the door of his car as he kissed you passionately. By the end, you were both a panting mess, "See, I knew I'd convince you, sweetheart," he jokes before kissing you again. That's when you knew you were a goner, far too hooked to ever let go.

#y/n #fluff #black bird #jimmy keene #jimmy keene x reader

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messrmoonyy · 2 years

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Can I ask for Moonboys and Layla comforting plus size reader when she’s insecure? Like a Drabble or hcs or something? Thank you 🥺

Sweet anon I felt this one fr. As a chunky gal myself I felt this a million times. I got you. And just remember you are perfect how you are and all the boys and Layla would adore you. So here’s some drabbles that can’t really be classed as drabbles really cause I got carried away. Enjoy my sweet

Moonboys and Layla comforting you when you feel insecure:

Warnings: afab reader but I do try to keep mostly neutral. mentions of insecurity over weight, mentions of eating/food , implied/ alluding to smut if you squint real hard

Masterlist - open for any and all requests! Also reblogs and comments are appreciated <3

Steven:

Steven came home bounding with energy as he always was when he knew you were home. He had a gift bag from the shop in one hand and a bag of groceries in the other, balancing them carefully as he unlocked the door. The gift shop had gotten a new shipment of plushies in, all patterned with various Van Gogh paintings. There was a travelling exhibit at work, which meant a whole new range of merchandise. And as soon as he’d seen the sunflower bear he knew he had to get it for you. Even if your collection was beginning to get ever so slightly out of hand. He just couldn’t help himself but treat you.

“ Hiyya love I’m home! “ he called, dumping the groceries on the kitchen counter. When you didn’t respond immediately like normal, he panicked. A million thoughts of any possibly bad thing that could’ve happened to you. He didn’t know why he always expected the worst. Maybe something niggling in the back of his head about how many enemies Marc had made over the years…. He was over reacting. His flat was open plan, there wasn’t exactly many places he could lose you. So he headed straight for the bathroom, the only real place you could be hiding away.

You were probably just taking a bath or something.

You startled when he poked his head into the bathroom, stood in front of the mirror in your underwear. He knew what you were doing immediately and he placed the bear down on the sink, hurrying over to you.

“ heyyy love “ he said softly, and jumped in between you and the mirror with his hands softly on your arms “ now what are you doing in here? “ you refused to look at him, curling your arms around your waist to hide from him. Which was silly. He’d seen you in your underwear- and far less- before a hundred times.

You were usually confident, happy knowing that you were just fine the way you were. That Steven loved you just the way you were. But every now and again it blipped. Your confidence plummeting to the ground at a million miles an hour. It wasn’t that he didn’t reassure you enough, hell the man complimented you every minute of the damn day. But sometimes you had those days where you felt the need to analyse every fault you thought you had.

You didn’t know what to say to him and he nudged your chin up to look at him.

“ what’s got you feeling like this love? Has someone said something? I can… tell me who and I’ll… I’ll. I’ll do. Something “ that made you smile a little.

“ what defend my honour? “ you teased softly, losing the grip on yourself slightly.

“ absolutely “ he cupped your face in his hands and pressed a kiss to your forehead “ now stop hiding in here yeah? You’re perfect y/n. And I adore you. Just how you are. Like the gods made you themselves. Bloody incredible you are. Wouldn’t want you any other way “ his hands then moved down to your arms and gently pulled them away from your body “ now stop hiding from me, yeah? Beautiful wanna see all of you “ your cheeks flushed as his hands fell to your waist and squeezed softly “ I know what’ll cheer you up. I got you a present“

He let you go and hurried back over to the discarded bear before returning, thrusting it towards you “ ta da! “ a smile blossomed across your face as you took the gift, examining the detailed artwork printed in its fur.

“ oh it’s beautiful Steven. Thank you “

“ like you “ it was cheesy. It was goofy. But that was him. And it made you smile again which was quite possibly his favourite thing in existence.

“ I don’t think I can quite be compared to a priceless art piece by Van Gogh “ he shrugged and gently pulled you close to him again, arms around your waist.

“ I dunno. Priceless to me “

Marc:

Marc watched you intently from his spot on the sofa, watching you at the other end as you picked at the food in your bowl. It was your favourite, he’d made it special seeing as you’d been in an odd mood the last few days. But you weren’t eating. Hadn’t all day from what he’d seen. He knew that sometimes on your period you didn’t want to eat. But that wasn’t due any day soon he was sure.

So it was odd. His brow furrowed as you pushed the food around with your fork, looking at the tv but your face showing you clearly weren’t paying it any attention. He picked up the tv remote and flicked it off.

“ y/n. What’s wrong “ you looked over at him like a deer caught in the headlights.

“ what? “ he sighed and shuffled closer to you on the sofa.

“ baby don’t play with me. I know you. What’s wrong? “ he nodded down at the bowl in your hands that had barely been touched “ it’s your favourite and you’ve hardly touched it “

“ I’m just not hungry babe I’m sorry “

“ and this morning? And yesterday? Don’t think I haven’t noticed. Did you actually eat anything today y/n? “ tears started to pool in your eyes and he took the bowl from you, placing it onto the coffee table and pulling you into his arms “ tell me what’s wrong “ you sniffled into his shirt and shrugged “ y/n “ his tone was slightly warning. But because he was mad. Because he was worried. He loved you more than anything or anyone in the world. He don’t want you to treat yourself so poorly.

You sat back and he brushed the tears gently away from your cheeks with the back of his fingers. You were the only person ever allowed such tenderness.

“ at work “ you started softly and he stayed quiet to let you speak “ one of the guys they just… just made a comment that upset me. It’s stupid I’m stupid. I’m fine “ he held your face in his hands and tried to remain calm. He always got angry too fast, especially concerning you.

“ what did they say? “

“ don’t make a big deal about it Marc.. “

“ I just want to know. Please “ your eyes met his and his heart ached seeing them glassy with tears, hurt swimming in your gaze.

“ it was Jessica’s birthday. She brought in donuts for everyone to share. Dave just made a stupid comment that I should only have one because I didn’t need the calories. They laughed. It was a joke I guess “ he let out a steady sigh already plotting a completely accidental run in with fucking Dave. No one was allowed to talk to you like that. No one “ don’t do anything stupid okay? You can’t just go around fighting anyone that says something bad to me “

He almost laughed at how well you could read him.

“ I never said I was going too “ you raised an eyebrow in question and gave a small laugh, shaking your head.

“ sure “ he tucked some of your hair behind your ear, eyes drifting over your face. It was quite scary how protective he felt of you, how much he wanted to protect and keep you safe.

“ I love you. And I don’t want you to think that people talking to you like that is okay “

“ I know… I love you too “ he pressed a kiss to your lips before reaching over for your bowl. It was still warm enough to eat and he handed over to you

“ good. Now eat “ you snuggled into his side and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head when you finally took a bite.

“ promise you won’t do anything to Dave? You’ll let it go? “ the way Jake was already nattering away about what he wanted to do to the bastard that had bad talked you, he didn’t quite feel he could promise that. So he settled with humming an answer and began making preparations with Jake.

Jake:

If there was one singular thing Jake loved most in the world. It was you. Every single inch of you. Everything. Your eyes. Your smile. The perfume you wore. Every word you spoke. Every laugh you gave him the pleasure of listening to. Every bump and line and curve that your body had to offer to him.

And he greatly enjoyed making sure you knew it too. He was quite confident in the fact that there wasn’t a single inch of you that he hadn’t smothered in kisses, shown his upmost care and attention to. And majority of the time you were more than happy to let him.

He hadn’t seen you for days. And he’d missed you. He’d practically jumped you the second you’d come home from work, but had kissed him back with as much eagerness as he had. But in the last minute or so you’d shifted. He could read you like a book and he knew when something wasn’t right with you. He’d felt the tiny way you’d stiffened as his fingers had tried to find their way under your shirt, your breath catching in your throat in a different way to usual.

“ all good mi amor? “ he asked, detaching his lips from your neck.

“ I- yeah. I’m fine. I’m good…. Tense. Stressful day at work that’s all “ he didn’t quite believe you, but you tugged him back down to kiss you so he didn’t question it further. Maybe it was just because you had a busy day and he was over thinking.

“ ah well I have a solution to help you relax “ he said lowly against your lips, kissing you once more before sitting up. His hands ran over your thighs and up to the waistband of your skirt, pulling it carefully down your legs. He dropped it to the floor and his hands went back up to what their previous mission had been. Getting you out of your shirt.

But the second he grabbed the hem of the material your hands flew down to stop him. He let go immediately, never doing anything unless you wanted it “ y/n? “

“ can I just… can I keep the shirt on? Please? “ it was an odd request. You’d never asked it before. His brain immediately went to the bad end of things, wondering what you could possibly be hiding.

“ are you hurt? Did someone hurt you? Who? Y/n? Puta madré “ he went to get up and find whichever bastard had dare lay his fingers on you, without any real understanding or vague idea of who. But you grabbed his hands.

“ Jake. Jake! “ he looked at you with a frown and you closed your eyes for a moment and sighed “ I’m fine. Look if you don’t believe me. I am “ you hesitated a moment and pulled off your shirt “ see. I’m fine “ he rotated his finger, signalling for you to show him your back too. Which you did with another sigh before laying back down and covering your face in embarrassment.

“ then what? Why are you hiding from me? “ he reached gently for your hands, pulling them away from your face “ princessa “ you refused to look him in the eye and sighed again.

“ I just… didn’t want you to see. Me. My body it’s embarrassing look at- “ he shut you up with a hard kiss, making you gasp into his mouth.

“ none of that. No no “ he kissed you again, a little more gentle the second time “ you are perfect. Don’t I show you that? “ he thought he did. He didn’t quite know how else to “ and I have seen you before. Many times “

Your cheeks flushed with heat and your lip quivered. For a moment he was worried you were going to cry on him.

“ I’m sorry… just one of those days you know “ you pushed yourself up onto your elbows and he brushed your hair away from your face “ I look at you and you’re just… well. You. And then I look at me and…. You could do so much better “ he raised an eyebrow simply out of amusement. The idea that there was anyone out there better suited to him than you? It was a laughable idea. He was almost tempted to check if it was April fools.

“ there is no one better “ he confessed “ no one. I love you, princessa. Every part of you. Look at you “ he started kissing at your neck and felt you relax underneath him “Eres perfecto, tan perfecto” he said lowly against your skin, hands roaming wherever they could reach. Now practically desperate to prove his point. That he adored you. Every part of you. And he wouldn’t change a single hair on your head “ let me show you how much I mean it? “ he asked, his kissing going further south. Between your still covered breasts and down your stomach “Estás hermosa “

He looked up at you for some final consent, happy with the nod of your head, and pressed his face between your legs.

Layla:

Layla woke up unsure of the time. Her sleepy eyes refusing to fully open as they squinted at the alarm clock. 3am. Still plenty of time to be sleeping and definitely not time to be awake. She wondered what had woken her up and rolled over to pull you back into her arms and drift off again. But she turned and hit cold bed sheets.

You had shuffled away from her, right to the edge of the bed. One turn and you’d be on the floor. She immediately started thinking what she could have possibly done to make you mad. You had been fine when you went to bed, in fact more than fine. She’d absolutely ravished you until your legs were jelly and her jaw ached. She’d fallen asleep with you tightly snuggled in her arms.

Maybe you had just rolled away in your sleep. Or maybe she’d taken up too much space or accidentally wacked you. She was an active sleeper and often wiggled around. Either way she wanted you back in her arms again.

She scooched up behind you, draping an arm around you gently in an attempt not to wake you. But it seemed you were already awake. The second her hand came to rest on your stomach, your hand was on hers and pulling it off and onto your waist instead. Layla frowned. What In gods name had she done to upset you?

“ habibti? “ she questioned softly “ what did I do? “ you said nothing at first so she squeezed your waist softly to get your attention.

“ Layla don’t “ now she was really confused. She sat up and flicked on the lamp beside the bed, a frown etched on her face.

“ y/n what’s wrong? What did I do? Honestly I’m wracking my brains here and I cannot think of a single thing “ you rolled onto your back and avoided her gaze.

“ your hand… I don’t like you holding me there. My tummy. I’m gross it’s so gross “ she frowned and looked at you like you were insane.

“ when have I ever said that? “ she’d never even dream of it. She was obsessed with you. She told you all the time.

“ never. It’s just. It’s a fact “ Layla tugged gently on your hand to make you sit up, pulling you into her arms when you did. She held your head to her chest, pressing kisses to your head.

“ don’t talk like that. Ever “ she rubbed soft circles into your back as you started to cry softly, soaking her T-shirt with your tears “ I love you right? Everything about you. You really think what weight you are or where you have fat, bothers me? Really? “ you shook your head slightly “ you think there’s anyone else I’d want to be here with right now? What you think just because someone is slimmer than you I would love them more? I’d find them more attractive or something? “ she was a little hurt you’d even think that. But she understood. She knew you had your insecurities and she always tried her best to be gentle with them. With you.

“ I’m sorry “ you whispered, lifting your head and looking up at her

“ don’t say sorry to me. Apologise to yourself. I love your body. You need to take care of it. It carries you around, it protects you, it heals you. It makes you… you. Yeah? I love you. I want to be here with you. Just as you are. Okay? “ you were crying again but she assumed it was from her words this time. You leaned up and kissed her, savouring how sweet she was. Inside and out.

Translations: - correct me if any are wrong I’m trusting Google

Estás hermosa- you are beautiful

Mi amor- my love

Princessa- princess

Puta madré- motherfucker

Eres perfecto- you are perfect

Habibti- my love

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m-jelly · 2 years

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Hiii !

Hope you’re doing fine and that you have a good day ✨

May I request a writing on Levi with an elementary school teacher ? Pretty please 🥺 ! It could be modern, canon, SFW or NSFW, all are good for me, your choice !!

Thank you, have a nice evening !! ✨

@kenkopanda-art

This has got me thinking

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, married couple, Reader is a teacher, cute, fluff, detective Levi, fluff.

Concept: You ask your husband to come in and visit your kids to tell them about being a cop. Your kids go crazy for Levi as he talks to them and plays with them. Levi decides to stay all day to play and chat. When the kids go home, Levi asks if you and him could try for a kid.

Levi gripped the car wheel as he felt a little tingle of nerves. He loved kids but talking to them about being a cop was scary because he did scary things, but he was hoping this would go okay. He was bringing the cop pup with him too, one he often worked with using because he was a nice friendly boy with a great nose. Plus, he lived at home with you and Levi.

He pulled up at the school and sighed as he gazed at it. “Alright, Buddy, you better be a good boy.” He slipped out of the car and allowed Buddy to jump out. He stared at the school and sighed again. “Come on Buddy.” He walked into the school and moved to the welcome desk. “Detective Ackerman. I’m here to see my wife?”

The receptionist gasped in delight. “Mr Ackerman! Your wife let me know you were coming in.” She pointed to a tablet. “Sign in here and I’ll get you a visitor badge. The kids are going to love you.”

He tapped away and hummed. “Could I put a badge on my dog? I think the kids would like that.”

She leaned over and looked at a buddy sitting patiently. “What a good boy.” She handed the badges over. “Here you go.”

“Thanks.” He clipped his on and then Buddy’s on his collar. “I’ll go to her class. Thanks!”

He walked down the hall with Buddy staying right at his side. He peered into the window on your door to see your bright, colourful and decorated room full of kids very invested in what you were saying. He lightly knocked on the door and waved to you.

You gasped when you noticed Levi looking at you. You ran over to the door and smiled at your kids. “Kids! My surprise is here!” You opened the door. “Ta-da!”

Levi walked in with Buddy to see all the sweet little kids light up in delight. “Hi, I’m detective Ackerman and this is my partner Buddy. He is a cop dog.” He saw a girl with her hand up. “Yes?”

She gasped and hummed. “Are you married to Mrs Ackerman?”

Levi smiled softly. “I am. I’m her husband.”

“Wow! She’s so pretty.”

“She is.” He leaned over and kissed your cheek making the kids giggle. “I love her a lot.” He knelt down. “Alright, who wants to meet Buddy? Take it slow and sit down for me.”

You sat next to Buddy. “Buddy is a working dog. He’s our pet, but he also works for the police. He sniffs out bad things and bad people.”

Levi nodded. “He’s super smart but also super friendly and he loves fusses from kids. We’ll take it one at a time as your teacher answers questions.” He offered his hand to a little girl. “Come here and say hello to Buddy.”

You smiled at watching Levi guide the girl and reassure her. “So, who has a question for the detective?” You pointed. “Start it off Tommy.”

Tommy grinned. “I umm.” He giggled. “Do you help ducks cross the road?”

Levi chuckled. “I have, yes.”

“Cool!”

You pointed. “Amber?”

She wiggled on the floor. “Have you driven your car super fast to catch a bad guy?”

Levi nodded. “I have. I put the lights and siren on and I chase them down.”

“I like the lights! They’re so pretty.”

“They are.”

You hummed a laugh and looked around at your small class. “Oscar?”

Oscar blushed a little. “Um. Can we see your badge?”

Levi nodded and put his hand in his pocket. He pulled out his badge and showed the group. “This is a detective badge.”

“What's a detective?”

“So, police wear a uniform and they are the ones that rush to you when you call for help.” He smiled. “As a detective, I get called in when something needs investigating. So, if it’s a lot of work and a big case, I will look at it and solve it.”

You rubbed Levi’s back. “He’s the big brains behind being a cop. He finds lost people and he makes sure bad guys are caught.” You fussed Buddy. “Buddy here helps out.”

Levi smiled. “He’s a great help to me because he can sense things with his ears and nose that I can’t.”

A little girl frowned. “Is it cause he has a special nose and ears?”

“That’s right.” Levi patted Buddy. “He has extra sensors in his ears and nose that we humans don’t.”

“Cool!”

You clapped your hands together. “Okay, everyone has fussed Buddy it is lunchtime! Go get your lunches out and I’ll get out the juice and milk for everyone. Once you’ve eaten, you can go outside and play.”

A boy pouted. “Can Buddy play with us?”

Levi nodded. “I’ve got his ball. He’d love to play with you.” He got up and walked over to you. “Need help?”

You hummed a laugh. “I’m good. Could you help the kids out?”

“Sure.”

You got the tray out and loaded the little milk and juice cartons for the kids. You glanced over at Levi to see him laughing and chatting to the kids as they sat at their desks with their lunches. You smiled softly when he opened things for them. You blushed when Levi looked over at you as a need and desire built between you both. You looked away and picked up the tray and brought it over to the kids and let them help themselves. You opened the door to the playground and went to your desk and got out lunch for you and Levi.

Levi sat on a chair next to you and sighed. “They love to talk, it’s so cute.”

You handed him his lunchbox. “They’re adorable.”

Levi ate his food for a bit and looked over at you. “Do you like kids? I mean, I know you teach them but liking them and teaching them is different.”

You hummed a laugh. “I love kids, I really do.” You blushed a little. “Do you?”

He nodded. “I do.”

You nibbled your lip and hummed. “So, umm.”

“Miss?”

You looked over to one of your kids. “Yes, love?”

“Can Buddy come play with us?”

Levi stood up. “He sure can. I’ll bring him outside. Head out and I’ll join you in a bit.” He waited for the kids to run off before turning to you. “Do you want to try for kids?”

You blushed and nodded shyly. “I’d love to.”

He smiled at you. “Great! I’m so excited.” He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry, umm…sorry. I’ll go play with the kids now. I umm, I can’t wait.”

“I can’t either.”

He chuckled before running out with Buddy. “Come on Buddy! Let’s play!”

You looked out at Levi running around with the kids and playing with them. You felt your heart skip a beat at how cute it all was. You knew very that you and Levi could do anything together and he was going to be a wonderful father.

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OMG WHAT THE HELL ..C&f jungkook is gonna be a Da— *chokes on doritos and we are getting something please tell me you are gonna write it .. imma lick all the crumbs you throw at me Rid no matter how small 🥺😭 i actually miss them alot and tumblr is fucking up my asks again for the 100th time..and it is so freaking annoying cuz what do you mean that it has been 10 days and not a single author of mine has answered my asks even though they are actively answering other asks ..😑 imma sue this bitch Rid fr ..it swallows all my asks and here i am checking my tumblr for a single notif like ..Even AFTER the UPDATE !!@!! I cant believe i wasted my precious data on this useless bitch 🥲 back to fangirling my precious man ..i cant freaking wait to see how he would react and behave with his baby ..i just cant help but imagine him being a girl dad , giving her piggy back rides, making her wear tiaras and cuddling his baby on his chest omg it is just soft though ..feeding her and cooing ..whispering soft and sweet things ..smooching the hell out of her cheeks cuz he couldnot get enough.. getting teary when she takes her first baby step 😫😩💗 He would give his all to his precious baby ........

C&f jk: how is your married life going , you bored already ? What changes(good ones if) did you experience after getting married cuz i bet you are missing your bachelor life 😁? Any heated argument in between which was diff than than the other ? 🧐

C&f y/n : How many babies hmmm?😏👻

Jungkook: "Hmmm... I wouldn't say I miss the bachelor life. I was useless and broke quite a few hearts, which is nothing to be proud of. But it's been over a year and I can barely remember."

Jungkook: "So those changes just feel like life now. A glorious one, however. I am lucky. Looking at where I am now and who I am with, I would not want to swap with anyone because..."

Jungkook, zones off, then comes back: "I'm... content with married life."

OC: "Oh... how many? Hm. One of the best things about us is that we do not plan but let everything happen. So time will tell."

OC: "...But. Morethanone?"

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nawh i'm sorry love, tumblr might be eating asks yeah, the site sucks sometimes!!! 😭 hopefully it doesn't happen again :') and yes!! daddy jk is on his way for sure, and idk how ready we are for it... :') <3 (ALSO PLS NOT THE GIRL DADDY SCENARIOS I WILL PASS OUTTTT)

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Jack and reader smoking 🍃 and just vibing and shit while stuffing their face in food and just watching the shittiest movie they could find on Netflix or something do what else u want with it just randomly thought of this hope this is good for u

This is literally my fking DREAM u don’t understand bro 🥺🥺🥺🥺

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“Sprite?”

“Check.”

“Chips?”

“Got em.”

“Cookies?”

“Your favorite ones.” Jack smiled at you, waving the bag of cookies.

“Pizza.”

“Duh.” Jack gestured at the pizza box that was on the bed.

“Okay baby, lesssss do iiiiitttt.” You winked and shot finger guns at him. Jack laughed and sat up against the headboard next to you. You got up to open your window, luckily it was a windy day, meaning the smoke wouldn’t be a problem to clear.

You jumped back into the bed and reached over to your nightstand and picked up the joint you rolled earlier and your ash tray.

“Do you have a lighter?” You asked, turning back to Jack.

“Here, baby.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter you hadn’t seen before. You took it from him and inspected it. It was a personalized lighter, with a picture of the two of you stretched across each side.

“Oh my god, Jack-“ you laughed looking up at him, meeting his boyish smile.

“D’ya like it? It’s us!” He smiled. (a/n: 🧚‍♂️ anon :D)

“I love it, stink. This is so cute.” You chuckled, pulling him in for a kiss. He cradled your face with his hand, nipping at your lip before you pulled away. He let out a whine in complaint and you laughed at him.

“Later.” You winked.

You laid back and flicked the lighter on, pulling it to the end of your joint as you inhaled. You held the smoke in your lungs for a few seconds before inhaling. You repeated the action a few times before you felt a certain heaviness in your eyelids. You turned towards Jack who was looking at you in pure adoration.

“What?“

“You’re so cute baby. Your eyes get all low and red and you get this hazy smile on your face. I love it.” Jack said smiling you. You blushed and ashed the joint before passing it to him.

“Here.” You said.

“Thanks, beautiful.” He replied with a kiss to your cheek before grabbing the joint.

He put the filter to his lips and inhaled, holding in the smoke for a few seconds just as you did, before exhaling.

“Okay baby, what movie are we watching?” You asked him reaching for the remote and scrolling through Netflix.

Jack took a few puffs, telling you what sections to scroll through to see what was available.

“Oooh!” He stopped you

“That one.” He pointed at the movie entitled We’re the Millers (a/n: lmfaoooo this fking movie). You grinned and pressed play as you snuggled into Jack’s side. The two of you cuddled like that for a while, passing and feeding each other food and snacks and readjusting your position every so often.

“What do having boobs feel like?” He asked out of nowhere.

“Seriously, Jackman?” You turned to look at him with a “da fuck” look on your face.

“I wanna know!!” Jack defended himself laughing.

“I don’t know, they feel like boobs. They’re just apart of me. Mine are killing my back though, I won’t lie.” You told him.

“Yeah? Lemme help you with that mamas.” Jack said before placing his hands atop your clothed breasts and started to massage them.

“It’s my BACK that’s killing me, not my tits Jack.” You rolled your eyes at him and took his hands off you.

“Right I know, I just wanted to make sure both sides were equally massaged. Now cmon baby, lay on me.” He said clearing the bed before laying on his back with his arms stretched out, waiting for your embrace. You couldn’t help but smile at his stupid answer and laid on him, your head under his chin as you turned your face towards the movie.

Jack gave your forehead a kiss before he started massaging your back. He kneaded and rubbed your muscles and knots, causing a few soft moans to slip out.

“Fuck, Jack…” you groaned as he helped melt away a particular knot in your back. You felt his hard dick underneath you, and even though you thought it was so typical of Jack to get hard right now, your couldn’t help but also feel turned on. Your nipples were hard and pressed through the undershirt of Jack’s you were wearing against his chest.

“Hmm? Feel good baby?” Jack looked down at you with pink tinted hooded eyes and a smirk across his face.

“Yessss… keep doing that.” You moaned. You started grind your hips into his when he worked his way down your back and onto your hips. He knew how much tension you held in them and loved to massage it out.

“God that feels so good baby, why didn’t you do two careers? Rap and be a masseuse?” You asked him. You felt him laugh under you before answering.

“You want me massaging other women?” He asked slyly.

Your eyes flashed open as your realized the predicament.

“Nevermind, forget what I said, I was tryna pay you a compliment idiot.” You said closing your eyes and tapping his hands to signal for him to get back to what he was doing.

Jack laughed again and squeezed you in a hug and kissed your head and face.

“I know, I’m just kidding baby. You know you’re the only one I wanna touch. Especially like this.” He said before reaching under your cotton panties to slide his fingers against your slit from the back. You moaned, your fingernails digging into his shoulder. He slipped two fingers in and started to thrust in and out of you, the pads of his fingers rubbing up against your wall deliciously.

“Fuck, fuck just like that-“ you cried into his chest. Jack pulled on your hair with his other hand, making you pull your head up so he could kiss you messily. You moaned into his mouth as you rocked against him.

“So wet… fuck, I love you.“ he muttered against your neck as he mouthed at your skin.

“Fuck Jack, I’m so close.. please-“ you pleaded.

“Cum for me pretty girl.” Jack whispered in your ear and you clenched around his fingers as your let out a cry, biting his chest.

As you were regaining your breath, Jack slipped his fingers out of you and into his mouth.

“Mmm, always taste so good.” Jack hummed.

You were slumped against him and Jack could tell it was time for bed. He laid you on your back and gave you a kiss before getting up. You whined and Jack chuckled.

“M’just getting undressed sweetheart.” He said pulling his pants down and peeled the duvet back, removing any extra items on the bed to the table or the floor of your room. Jack turned off the lights and the tv and settled into bed with you.

You both laid there for a few minutes silently, enjoying each other’s presence, until you let out another whine.

“What’s wrong baby?“ Jack asked, rubbing your arm.

“Too hot.” You said before slipping your shorts and undershirt off, leaving you totally naked. You settled back into Jack’s chest before he felt you tug at his undershirt.

He opened one eye and looked at you, the both of you having adjusted to the dark now.

“Too hot.” You repeated, and took his undershirt off. Next were his briefs.

“Still too hot.” You whined, tugging his underwear down.

“Okay, okay baby.” Jack chuckled at you. You were both naked and you were finally satisfied with the lack of clothing you both had on.

Jack thought you were done until he felt you tussle and put a hand on his chest to help you get up from his grip.

“Y/N we literally have no clothes on, you can’t still be hot?” Jack asked you.

“Not hot anymore. Empty.” You whispered.

“Empty?” Jack asked with a light tone, knowing what you meant.

“Empty.” You nodded.

Jack smiled a soft smile at you and gestured for you to come back over. You smiled happily and straddled his hips and sank down on his cock. You let out a soft “ahh-“ in relief as he filled you. He always fit you so snugly it was bliss.

“Better now, baby?” Jack asked.

“Mmhmm. Love you.” You yawned against his chest.

Jack leaned down to kiss you before laying back and letting out a relaxed sigh.

“Love you too, stink.”

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