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i’m begging u to write fluff for luffy when u get a chance <3333

like literally anything PLSS like i just see smut for him and it’s disgusting…and on ur latest post u said grade 10s kicking ur ass? SAME!! but we got this frrr

ㅤ ೀ ㅤ۫ ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ㅤ ㅤpinky promise?

synopsis : waking up to luffy admiring you, leaving kisses everywhere on your face. just fluff in general!!!!!

a/n : pls all i wanna do is hold his face n kiss his forehead n YES WE GOT THISS 💪💪

your eyes flutter to the sound of the bed shifting, your boyfriend rolled over, now facing you.

his eyes open after a few moments and he smiles to himself, shuffling closer to you.

“are you awake?” he whispers. you hum in response, still too sleepy to say anything. he leaves a kiss on your nose, then on your forehead.

he admires your peaceful state, your slow-rising chest, hair all messy and standing up in different directions, your cheeks were a little flushed and your lips looked so kissable. “stop staring,” you mumble. he pouts “why? i like looking at you.”

“it’s too early.” you whine, lifting the blanket up and covering your head with it.

“its not that early!” he exclaims. you pout, “whatever..” he stares at you all lovingly before kissing you gently. his hand cupped your face as he gently rubbed his thumb your cheek.

“stoppp.” your lips spread into a smile that you were trying so hard to contain. he leans in closer to you, resting his head onto your chest.

you sigh, relaxed, you wrap your arms around him, “pretty,” he murmurs. you hide your smiling face in his soft hair, “what?”

“you’re really pretty when you wake up. and all the time.”

“thank you.” you mumble, all blushy now. “now please, go back to sleep.” you plead.

“im too awake now!” he defends himself. he leaves your arms, sitting up with his arms supporting him. “im gonna get up.. get up with me?” he asks, poking you.

“it’s.. 6am. we don’t sail till 8.” you stretch, rolling over onto your stomach.

“i knoww.. but i can ask sanji to make us pancakes?” he grins. you tried to keep a straight face but he was so cute. you let out a sigh, “i’ll be up in 10 minutes.”

“pinky promise?”

“what’re you five?” you tease him. he frowns and gestures towards his still held out pinky.

letting out a playful sigh, you bring your hand up and lock pinky’s with him.

“pinky promise.”

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Love at First Sight

Straw Hat Pirates x reader

Main Masterlist ♡ Miscellaneous TV Shows

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

I have never seen the anime or read the manga. I never heard of this until the show, but I love the show & have started to watch the anime.

Warnings: none. Maybe too much fluff?

Gifs & photos do not belong to me. Luffy @vinlandsky, Nami @goodsirs, Sanji @pedritosdarling, Zoro @valkubusqueen, Usopp @rrandomtthings

Summary: The first time they saw you with Sanji, Luffy, Nami, Zoro, & Usopp.

Luffy was looking around The Baratie with a massive smile on his face, like usual. This isn't the first time he has been here, nor will it be his last.

Him and the rest of his crew were waiting for their order to be taken as they talked amongst themselves.

"Hello, welcome to The Baratie, may I start with your drink orders, please?" He looked up at the sound of your voice, and the moment he saw you, he couldn't talk.

For the first time in his life, Monkey D. Luffy was speechless.

You took Zoro's order and worked your way around the table, and when your kind smile and eyes finally landed on Luffy, he opened his mouth to speak, but the only sound that came out was a squeak.

Usopp nudged him in the ribs, but nothing was coming out. "He will take a glass of milk." Nami spoke up for him.

"Thank you. I will be right back with your drinks and then I will take your order." Luffy watched as you walked away,

The moment you were out of ear shot, Nami and Usopp started to ask what was wrong with him, but Sanji spoke up.

"Good eye, Luffy." He said your name, and the whole crew watched as Luffy said your name to himself

"I am going to marry them!" Luffy proclaimed.

"Oh, for the love of," Nami complained, putting her head in her hands. Zoro rolled his eyes and sighed.

Sanji just smirked, and Usopp clapped Luffy on the shoulder, congratulating him on his upcoming marriage.

Nami was lagging behind the rest of the crew as they listened to Luffy talk about where they were, which is where he is from Foosha Village.

There were only so many windmills one could see, and they were all starting to look the same, but according to Luffy, each one had something different about them.

Nami was growing bored and was ready to say something to end this boring tour when they finally stopped in front of, no it can't be? Who knew this place had anything exciting?

A bar

Partys Bar was the name. "Are you guys thirsty? Hungry? Makino is an old friend of mine. Isn't that right, Makino?" Luffy said as he strolled into the bar, with the rest of us behind him.

"Luffy, is that you?" I am guessing Makino is the woman coming from around the counter to hug our Captain.

"And who are they?" She asked, but someone came out of the backroom, that caught my eye.

"This is my crew." Luffy said proudly. He said each of our names, and we acknowledged the woman.

"Makino?" We were interrupted by the same person that came from the back.

"Yes?" She said their name, and I repeated the name in my head a few times to hopefully remember it.

"Luffy, let me introduce you to my cousin." The three of them got talking as Usopp got distracted by a group of small children that wanted to hear our tales.

So Sanji, Zoro, and I were left to entertain ourselves. I listened to the two of them bicker over the same old crap, but my focus slowly went onto the Marino's cousin.

I didn't notice that I was being watched by the two men until I heard a whistle that brought me out of my trance. I saw them walk towards our table.

"Excuse me. I hope you do not mind if you can answer a few questions our good friend Nami has of this place." I wanted to slap the look off of Sanji's smug face.

"No, I do not mind. What is your question?" They turned their focus on me. "Have a seat. The two of us were about to go and see what we need to stock up before we leave. Come now Zoro." I could just kill the two of them for leaving me here alone.

I expected the cousin to turn around and walk away when I didn't say anything, but they didn't. They sat down and waited for me to talk.

"Luffy has never mentioned you before. Are you from here?"

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The two of us talked until I had to leave, but they gave me their number. I walked onto the ship, and Sanji and Zoro looked at me. One with a smile across his face, the other one looking bored, but I knew he was interested in what happened.

"So, are they the love your life?" Sanji questioned.

"I just met them." I said as I walked past the two.

"That wasn't a no, Nami." Zoro said.

"Who touched my sauce?" I yelled as I saw that someone added a bit of salt to my sauce. I was looking right at Zoro.

"Why would I touch your sauce?" He asked me. I was growing angrier, knowing he had something to do with it.

"I know you did it." I sneered. This was the third time this had happened this week, and I was growing tired of him not admitting it.

"For the last time, I didn't touch your sauce. Why don't you ask the new person? I see them coming in and out of your kitchen."

"New person?" I was confused. I looked around and didn't see anyone.

"Yes, new person. Nami knew them from her days when she was with Arlong. They used to team up."

"Are you talking about me?" A voice came from the left of me, and I jumped as no one was there.

"Who said that?"

"I did." There was a small burst of light that had me covering my eyes, and to my suprise, there was a person standing there.

"You must be Sanji. Luffy has been talking about you nonstop. Oh, where are my manners." They introduced themselves.

"You ruined my sauce." I wasn't going to let up on this.

"Did I? Or did I make it better?"

"You added too much salt."

"Add some garlic, maybe a smidge of sugar, and it will balance it out." They said to me.

"Maybe add oregano." Zoro said from his spot. The two of us looked at him and said at the exact same time, "Oregano is for savages."

I looked over at our new crew member, seeing them now for the first time. "Maybe you didn't add too much salt. Please come and show me what you were making."

They walked towards my kitchen, and as I walked past Zoro, I heard him say, "You are welcome."

I stopped and was going to say something when my new sous chef just looked at me and smiled, making me forget all about the swordsman.

I couldn't take my eyes off of the one person in the crowd. For some strange reason they have caught my attention.

"I see that our teacher had caught your attention." Nami said as she sat down next to me. We were celebrating our massive win against Arlong.

"Teacher?" I turned my head slightly towards her.

"Yes, they teach the younger kids." She went on to tell me their name.

"I can see that. The young ones haven't left them alone." I watched as another child ran up to them to show what looked to be a rock.

"Why don't you go say hi?"

"We will be leaving soon. There is no need to get too acquainted with the locals." I told her.

"Okay then." Nami left me alone at that point, my attention now drawn towards whatever the hell Luffy was doing.

I am now in line once more, begrudgingly getting a second helping of Sanji's food, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I placed my free hand on a sword.

"Zoro." I relaxed slightly and turned around to see what Nami wanted, but not to my suprise, there was, with the Village teacher.

"I would like for you to meet Roronoa Zoro. Zoro, please meet." Nami was interrupted as the teacher told me their name.

Nami left the two of us alone after that. We walked a bit away from the prying eyes of the rest of the villagers.

"I have always heard stories about you, Zoro, the great pirate hunter. I never imagined you becoming a pirate yourself."

"Neither did, but Luffy has this way about him."

"Yes, I can see that. He seems like a peculiar fellow, but nice none the less."

"Peculiar?" I asked.

"Yes, I have never seen someone smile so much. You must understand that our village has been under the control and fear of Arlong for so long, that many of us, including myself, forgot to know what happiness is."

"I hope you can now find happiness now that you are free from their terror." I was very serious about that.

"Maybe just for this night, I will." They said as they stepped closer to me. I took a step closer to them.

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I didn't know this until much later, but Nami was standing to the side, her sister handing her some Berry.

The first time I saw them was at The Baratie. I was outside at the bar, enjoying the sea air while I drank my drink that tasted a heck of a lot like candy.

I bumped into them as I was trying to keep myself steady on the rocking ship. Or was it just me who was unsteady? Never mind.

"I am so very sorry." I said as I tried to steady them before they fell over.

"That is all right, Usopp." They know my name?

"You know my name?" I asked them as I looked into their eyes, and it felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest. It was like they were staring into my soul.

"Of course. I was here when you and your crew saved us. I have always wanted to thank the man who pulled me out of the water that day. I do not swim all that well."

"And here I am, almost knocking you into the water tonight. Please forgive me."

"All is forgiven, may I buy you a drink? As a thank you. I was hoping you would come back so I could thank you properly."

"I will have what you are having." I hope I sounded not so drunk.

"I am just having some water. It is a bit too warm to be drinking I find."

"Water is fine with me. It is about time I sober up."

I also didn't want to have a massive hangover in the morning and throw up like I did last time. That was horrible.

I heard them call out two waters, and we took a seat not far from where the bar was.

"I never asked. What is your name?" My mother would have been appalled at the fact that I never asked for their name.

They gave me their name, and then we started to ask questions to get to know one another.

I tried not to lie, but some of the tales kept spilling out of me. "No, it was you who took down Arlong? Well, another class of water is needed."

We talked all night until the sun came up. "Oh, look at the time. I must be going." They stood up and I did as well.

"Will I see you again?" I asked them.

"Probably sooner than you think Usopp." And they walked off, leaving me confused.

I walked back to the ship, almost in a fog.

"Usopp! They you are. I want you to meet the new member of our crew." Luffy called out once he saw me.

"Hello, Usopp."

"So this is what you meant?" I asked.

"Of course."

Luffy looked between the two of us, "I have no idea what is going on, but we must leave."

I chuckled as he turned to go and talk to Sanji about something.

"You coming Usopp?" They said as they walked towards the rest of the crew.

"Of course."

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Hi could I please request some Neo fluff? Maybe his s/o is tired and procrastinating so he helps them?

PS: love your work!!!!

thank you, lovely! here's some neo fluff for you— be warned, i haven't seen the matrix in, like, half a century so apologies in advance for any inaccuracies <3

you were overwhelmed to say the least. working on the nebuchadnezzar was not as fun as you initially hoped it would be when morpheus picked you to join his team. 

it seemed as if a bad omen was casted upon you all. all of a sudden the computers were short-circuiting, programs were going rogue, and approaching enemies were getting closer by the day.

you were drowning in your work. your fellow colleagues were depending on you, and you couldn’t even be bothered to face them somedays. the creeping anxiety of the swam of work piling up, was enough to make you want to block out the world from under your blanket.

it was the late hours of the night, and you were alone in the mainframe, running diagnostics. your vision was beginning to blur as the cramp in your neck stiffened the rest of your body.

“honey?”

you spin around in your chair, a soft smile hanging on your lips when you see neo slowly approaching you. he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, glancing at the screen filled with neon green numbers.

“what are you doing here? it’s so late,” he questions, his hand resting on the back of your shoulder, his thumb rubbing soft circles. your eyes flutter close for a moment at how good it felt.

“just trying to finish some..” you yawn. “.. work.”

“you’re exhausted, you’ve been overworking yourself for days,” he kneels down next to you, pushing the chair so you were now looking down at him.

his worried, brown eyes gazed up at you.

“i can’t.” you quip, spinning the chair back to the computer screen. granted you were moments away from your eyeballs practically melting out the screen, with how long you’ve been staring at it— but you were determined to get this work done.

suddenly, the sound of a chair scratching the floor snaps you out the trance. 

“neo, what are you doing?”

“i’m going to help you.”

“i don’t need your help, i’m perfectly capable of doing this on my own,” you scoff, a little offended your own boyfriend couldn’t trust you to do it— let alone the other people on the ship.

“i know you can, sweetheart,” he places a comforting touch on your thigh. “but, if you let me help, we can get this done faster. and you and i can finally sleep in the same bed for the first time in weeks.”

you press your lips into a thin line, contemplating for a moment.

you didn’t want to be seen as incapable, and constantly dependent on someone else’s help to get stuff done.

but, you really missed being able to rest— especially with neo. your dreary face, and red eyes triumphed over your pride as you scooted your chair to the side, allowing more room for neo.

“that’s my girl.”

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They’re turning back the stars :)

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Night at the Museum (Steven Grant One Shot)

Pairing: Steven Grant x GN!Reader

Rating: Pure fluff, gender neutral pronouns throughout :)

Word Count: 1.7k

Author's Note: My Christmas gift to all the Steven Grant lovers, I feel like I've been writing a fair amount Steven smut lately so here a sweet sugarplum fluff for him :) Enjoy, and my requests are always open for sweetie Steven 💕

Night at the Museum (part of my Christmas list)

Glittering decorations, festive cocktails, a beautiful string quartet. Even though you'd insisted that this did not fall under you job description when Donna practically forced you to plan the staff Christmas party this year, you couldn't help but feel a little proud of how well you had pulled the little soirée together. Now there was just one final step to your plan, the reason you had accepted the task in the first place - talk to Steven.

The gift shop employee had caught your eye from the first conversation; his bright passion, his brilliant mind, his obvious sweetness inside and out. After a couple of months curating a new exhibit for the museum, you had come to the conclusion that as beautiful and kind as the man was, he was clueless when it came to picking up the signals you were clearly sending out, and if you wanted to be more than a colleague, and then more than a friend, you were going to have to take matters into your own hands.

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"I know I usually hate Christmas but I can't miss the party!" Steven muttered under his breath, trying not to think too much about the fact that he was confiding in a stuffed hippo from his little counter, because he couldn't talk to his goldfish until he got home. "You know exactly why I want to go - for (Y/n)." He sighed, resting his head on his hand and his elbow against the counter with a smile as he watched you walk through the grand foyer, seemingly unaware of his longing stare as he racked his brain for any excuse to go talk to you. As if you felt his eyes on you as you moved, you glanced over to him, giving him a smile and wave as you continued your march to Donna's office, needing her sign off on yet another tedious matter for the party. As he tried to return your wave he forgot he was using his arm for support, lifting it to wave and letting his face fall right onto the counter with a thud. Steven almost didn't want to raise it again in his embarrassment, sure you must think he was an absolute idiot for the way he always managed to make a fool of himself around you, but as he glanced up he was glad he did, the blushing giggle he could see on your cheeks worth the slight knock to his. As soon as you disappeared around a corner, he went back to his goddess-themed plush toy and their conversation, "So now you see why I've got to go to this party! But I keep looking like a numpty every time they come near me, so I've got to make a plan. What do you think I should say?" He paused as if the toy was going to give him an answer, disappointed when his thoughts were the only thing he heard,

"Well I can't just say I love you to a colleague I've never even asked on a date! I'll look insane! No, I need to play it cool."

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Steven felt decidedly less than cool as he walked into the almost empty museum that night, closed to the public for the staff party, giving him less people than usual to hide behind when it came to the sea of judgemental eyes. He pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind, tugging on his slightly ill-fitting suit and focusing instead on his objective for the evening - talk to you.

You could feel your heart jump a little bit as you heard your name called out over the festive melody filling the air. Steven always said your name like it was filled with excitement and wonder, not like someone he went to work with day after day.

"The museum looks amazing tonight, you did a great job party planning!" He said happily, leaning forward as if he was going to greet you with a hug before doubting himself and settling for a small wave instead.

"Thanks Steven, I'm really glad you came." You replied sincerely, relief that he had actually come tonight boosting your confidence more than a little.

"I never miss a party, me." He lied, frowning as the words came out of his mouth, searching for a new topic before you could follow up on his fib, "I heard your exhibit getting expanded, congratulations! Ancient gemstones right?" he questioned, ignoring the voice in his head suggesting he offer you a diamond then and there.

"Thanks, I can't wait for the new artifacts to arrive, there's jewellery in there dating back to some of the first human civilians." He nodded happily along as you described your plans for the exhibition, thrilled to see you speak with such devotion, proud just to know someone like you, "I always think there's something beautiful about the fact that as long as humans have existed, they've wanted to sparkle." Steven grinned the sentiment, almost captivated by the joy with you approached your work and your life, the happiness that seemed to fill him whenever he got to spend time in your presence.

"Well you certainly do." He offered sweetly, eyes widening in panic as if he hadn't quite realised a compliment was leaving his lips before it was too late. Not wanting to risk sticking around to watch you shoot him down he quickly excused himself, desperately hurrying to a quiet corner to pull himself together. You watched in confusion as he stepped out for some air, mumbling to himself and wringing his hands together as he went, his chest rising and falling intensely as he brought his heart rate back to a safe level, unsure whether to be proud of himself for finally (almost) flirting with you, or kick himself for running away before he could see the fall-out.

You let the party continue to pass, keeping an eye on Steven as he finally plodded back in, reluctantly listening to a rant from Donna and correcting a few people on his name, looking a little bit downtrodden by the end of it,

"Steven. Pst." You beckoned from behind him, leaning against the corner of a long stretch of corridor undisturbed by party goers. He pointed up at himself as if there was anyone else you could be talking to, only taking a few uncertain steps forward when you nodded and used one finger to gesture him towards you. "I wanted to show another Christmas decoration I put up for the party." You explained, the curve of your smile making Steven's heart beat harder against his ribs, grateful and terrified to actually have a moment alone with you. You took a few slow steps backwards as you beckoned Steven towards you, finally coming to a stop and pointing up at the ceiling, hand struggling to hold still with the anticipation.

"Oh." Was all Steven could breath out as he saw the little green branch with its white berries hanging over him - Mistletoe. The first thing you'd dug out when you agreed to plan the party, hiding it far away enough from the foyer that you wouldn't be disturbed. Steven didn't dare move a muscle as you stood toe-to-toe, sure he must have misunderstood, certain you couldn't be thinking what he was thinking.

"You know the tradition for the two people under mistletoe right?" You prompted, the crimson colour spreading across his cheeks as he began to lift his trembling hands enough to make you sure this was something you both wanted.

"To - to kiss." Steven stuttered out, short of breath as you nodded, leaning slightly forward until the tip of your nose brushed softly over his as you did.

"Do you want to kiss me Steven?" You almost whispered, faces barely an inch apart, feeling the heat radiating from him as he nodded, bringing his twitching hands to cup your cheeks as his lips finally closed in on yours. It was soft. Tentative. Like part of Steven still didn't think this could be what you wanted. You brought your hands to his waist, slowly snaking around to pull him closer, encouraging him to apply a little more pressure the kiss. You leant into it, opening your mouth slightly and tilting your head to feel more of his soft, plump lips, slightly wet as his tongue seemed to hover just shy of yours. He let one hand brush over your cheek and fall to your neck, holding the nape of it as if terrified you might disappear if he couldn't feel you, and taste you anymore. You let your tongue lightly brush his, feeling him eagerly respond to your movements by deepening the kiss again, lips moving against yours like he'd never need to take a breath again, surviving solely on the feel of your mouth against his, the perfect fluttering building in his chest.

Finally you pulled away, leaning back just far enough to notice Steven's frantic breathing, the awestruck look in his eye as his gaze danced around your face looking for any sign of rejection before staring back at your lips, the only thing he could picture himself thinking about for a very long time. And then you smiled, and he was sure his heart was going to explode then and there, the affection as you rubbed his lower back and held him close the sweetest thing Steven could ever remember feeling.

"Happy Holidays Steven." Otherwise at a loss for words at what to say to this man looking at you like maybe there should be a museum dedicated to you alone, like you had single handedly hung every star in the sky along with the festive decoration above you.

"You wouldn't be free on New Year's Eve would you?" He asked, attempt at joking betrayed by his utterly pleading tone and the pure elation in his eyes when you nodded. Maybe Steven didn't hate Christmas anymore.

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Y/N: Love is a five letter word.

Steven: What?

Y/N: Because it's incomplete without u.

Steven: [smiles] Lovue?

Marc & Jake: No-

Steven: Louve-

Y/N, Marc & Jake: Stop it.

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They Return To You After a Long Mission | Star Wars

Anakin Skywalker

When Anakin returns to you, you two will immediately run to each other as soon as no one else is around. Anakin wouldn't care nonetheless but it was your choice, as you didn't want him kicked out of the jedi council.

"Anakin!" You'd say, only loud enough for him to hear. Tears filling your eyes. He would smile widely and run towards you at full speed, before picking you up in his arms and spinning you around, gently wiping your tears away.

"Oh my love, I'm so glad to see you again," he would say gently, the separation obviously tugging at his heart. You would smile right back and pull him in for a long kiss.

"I love you, please, don't ever leave for that long again" you would ask, his smile faltering slightly. He knew he would have to leave again at some point. But, at least he got to cherish these small moments with you.

Obi-Wan Kenobi

When Obi-Wan returns to you, he'd try to keep calm about. Bowing to you respectfully even though ever fiber of his being wants to hug and kiss you furiously, he would keep his cool until the right moment.

"Hello y/n, here to welcome us after a long mission?" He would ask, a smile playing at his features.

"Well of course master Kenobi, who would I be not to greet the only ones who protect us?" You would reply, your smile wide, unable to hide it.

Of course after everyone leaves he would be all over you. Immediately his arms are around your waist, pulling you into him. He would then place small kisses on your forehead before you pulled him in for a real kiss.

"I missed you Obi, how did the mission go?" You would ask, your eyes tearing up. Obi-Wan would smile gently and wipe them away.

"It was far too long, I would rather be here with you my dear, next time a mission like this comes up I'm denying it," he would joke, smiling at your laugh.

Luke Skywalker

When Luke returns to you, he would be in shock. Mostly because of how stunning you look. His gaze would look you up and down before finding your eyes. Upon contact he would grin and run to you as fast as he could, scooping you up into his arms, spinning you around (like father like son).

"Y/N!" He would shout while running to you, his grin getting bigger by the second.

"Luke!" You would shout as well, running to him to meet him halfway. While he spins you around tears cascade down your cheeks and when he sets you down, he frowns.

"Oh sweetheart, you don't have to cry for me, I'll always come back to you, okay?" He would reassure, wiping away the tears. You would only smile and nod, before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.

"Don't leave again."

Han Solo

When Han returns to you, you would be quite mad at him. He and Chewie left to for a mission not telling you where or how long he would be gone, only to waltz in like nothing happened. You were fuming, mostly because you were worried.

"Han Solo!" You would shout upon seeing him, his whole demeanor changing that second.

"Hey sweet cheeks-" before he could even start his lame apology, you smacked him. Everyone in the room going silent.

"Okay, I deserved that. But I'm back aren't I?" He would say, shoulders shrugged. Rolling your eyes you simply turned around and walked away. Han would scoff but follow you, and before you got too far, would gently turn you around only to see tears running down your cheeks. Han would be concerned of course, immediately pulling you in for a hug, his head resting upon the top of yours.

"Darling, I had no intention of leaving you. I never do or will, you can't get rid of me that easily, alright?"

Darth Vader

When Vader returns to you, he immediately gets soft. Overtaken by your pure beauty whenever he sees you. By now you'd think he'd have your beauty imprinted into his brain, but he always falters when he sees you. After the initial reaction he would speed walk to you, ignoring everything and everyone in his path.

"Vader!" You would cry out, his gaze set straight on you. When Vader reaches you his hands are around your waist pulling you in gently.

"It pains me to have been away this long, my love." He would say, letting you rest your head against his helmet.

"Oh honey, I hate it when you leave," you would say, tears falling down your cheeks. Vader would quickly wipe them away (gently of course) and pick you up, bringing you to your shared space.

"Come, we shall spend the rest of the day together."

Din Djarin

When Din returns to you, he would already have his helmet off, knowing you would need a kiss. Although tears were filling both of your eyes, you would be smiling at each other, happy to see him safe.

"Cyar'ika..." he would whisper, pulling at your heart strings. Unable to keep yourself calm anymore, you stifle a sob and run into his arms. The arms that protect, comfort and keep you and Grogu safe.

"Din, oh Din.." you would say quietly, your foreheads finding each other.

"I promised you I'd keep you and the kid safe, no matter what." He would say to you, sprouting a smile from you. He would say this often, as I'd to remind you whenever your thoughts lingered in worry.

"I love you, and if you ever leave again I'm chaining our wrists together,"

Poe Dameron

When Poe returns to you, he would immediately ask BB-8 where you are, of course not wasting anytime to find you. When he sees you, a grin spreads across his face, and he quickly runs to you.

"Y/N! Babe!" He would shout, running to you with BB-8 hot on his heels.

"Poe! You asshole!" You would shout back, tears in your eyes. Although you were mad at him whenever he had to leave, you were happy beyond a doubt that he was back safe.

When he reaches you, you two hug each other so tight, as if one of you might disappear.

"Please, don't leave me again," you would ask, already knowing the answer. Poe would smile gently and wipe away your tears.

"No matter how many times I have to leave, I'll always come back."

Kylo Ren

When Kylo returns to you, he would use the force to seek you out. Not wanting to spend another second away from you. Already discarding his helmet, he would falter when seeing you. Always looking so beautiful.

"Kylo!" You shout upon seeing him, running to him as fast as possible. A smile breaks out on his usual brooding face and he welcomes your hug with laughter.

"Oh my love, I'm so happy to be back with you," he would say, pressing kisses onto your head. You would cup his cheeks and pull him down, giving a longing kiss.

"I thought I might not see you again," you'd say, watching as his eyes softened. Wiping away your tears Kylo would hold you.

"Nothing will ever stop me from coming back to you, my love."

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Cupcake

Pairing: Steven Grant x reader, slightest mentions of established Marc Spector x reader & Jake Lockley x reader

Word count: 777

Summary: waking up on your birthday to your favourite person

Warnings: just some good ol' Steven fluff, mentions of eating and food

a/n: feeling like a bit of a flop but it was my birthday the other day and this just sorta happened so I hope you enjoy it. Please be kind, sending you all love and a hug in case anyone needs it🖤

It was warm when you’d started to stir from a blissful, long sleep. Wrapped up in blankets to fight off the growing autumn chill, only little peaks of the low sunlight poking through the curtains. However, it’s the body pressed against your back that supplies the most warmth. A strong arm securely wrapped around your middle and delicate kisses placed on one side of your face. You start to quietly rumble, the soft affection a perfect way to wake.

'Good morning my love,' a kiss to the cheek and you twist a little to face him, eyes still shut as the last remnants of sleep cling to you. This time a gentle peck to the corner of your lips that makes a smile spread across your face, 'happy birthday.'

The soft fabric of Steven’s sleeve brushes against your face as his slightly covered hand holds onto your cheek, thumb slowly brushing along your cheekbone. You reach up to press a chaste kiss to his lips before your head falls back against the plush pillows, ‘thank you.’

You’re both locked into a moment of pure love and adoration, studying each other like it was the first time. Hands moving with gentle strokes against each other’s skin, smiles never leaving your faces.

'Stay right here,' Steven breaks your quiet little moment, another kiss pressed to your lips, 'don’t move okay?'

'What’re you up to Mr. Grant?' You give him a quizzical look as he tries to part from your hold.

'I have plans. None of your business. Stay there.' He punctuates every sentence with a kiss before he reluctantly moves out the bed. Leaving you to stretch out your aching limbs alone in your little warm bubble. He hasn’t returned to his spot after a few minutes but you can hear him moving around so you prop yourself up on your elbows. You can see him shuffling around between the slots in the bookshelf that divides the room. You can hear the quiet song he’s humming in the silent apartment, and you relish these moments that are just for you and him. No outside interference, any problems are forgotten and it’s just pure blissful happiness.

'Right, close your eyes!' He calls out from the little kitchen so you sit up properly and do as you’re instructed and you can hear him get closer. 'Okay, open.'

When your eyes open you’re met with a smiling Steven, a cupcake held out in his hands with one lit candle. You can’t help the way tears start to well in your eyes, no one has ever cared for you the way he does and it can be overwhelming sometimes, 'Steven…'

'Oh no, please don’t cry love, it was supposed to be a nice thing!' His immediate concern makes a breathy laugh fall from your lips.

'No, no honey, it’s not that. I just- I just love you so much.' His face softens and a smile grows. You wipe at the corners of your eyes, getting rid of the wetness that had pooled there.

'Come on then, blow out your candle and make a wish.' Steven sits on the bed, an arm wrapping around your shoulders and the other hand still holding the cupcake out. You smile at him before closing your eyes tight for a moment thinking of what to wish for when you have everything you want right next to you. Then your eyes open and quickly blow out the candle before smiling up at Steven again, 'what’d you wish for?'

'I can’t tell you that,' you take the cupcake from his hand, removing the candle and placing it on the bedside table, 'won’t come true then.' You take a bite of the cupcake, immediately humming at the taste.

'Marc and Jake helped me make them,' Steven kisses your temple but his words make your eyes go wide- there’s more??-, 'yes there’s more in the kitchen.' He laughs and rubs the top of your arm, cuddling in closer. You raise the cupcake toward him and allow him to take a bite so he can see how good his unknown baking skills are.

'Good?' You giggle as Steven lets out what can only be described as a quiet moan.

'Look I’m not one to toot my own horn but-' you burst into a fit of giggles that are closely followed by Steven’s own laugh. And what a perfect way to start off your birthday, full of love and laughs with your favourite person. You almost don’t want to leave the moment but the promise of more surprises has you giggling as you follow Steven to the shower to get ready for the day.

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really enjoyed werewolf by night, but i had some suggestions

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Imagine:

Loki and Steven agree to work together just to save you but Loki soon regrets it because Steven gets on his nerves every five minutes.

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Drawing for my friend @frightshack ty for getting me into mk and daredevil lol

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Anakin: Hey Master,

Obi-Wan Kenobi: Yes Anakin?

Anakin: Can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it’s on?

Obi-Wan Kenobi:

Obi-Wan Kenobi: Where’s Y/N?

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How Steven is indeed WALL·E: A thread (pt.1?)

They both have the same Rubik's cube (that they can't solve).

2. They both protect something important from the villain (and do a clumsy job at it).

3. Their lil hands habit???

4. They got themselves a dangerous weapon and immediately freaked out (+ did something wrong with it)

5. Ummm pet?

If you have read this far, might as well check out my newest Steven x fem!reader headcanon where he is your Wall·E and you're his Eve lol ok tks byeee -> here

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robbers

summary: you comfort stephen after he makes the world forget who peter parker is.

pairing: stephen strange and fem!reader

warnings: the events of no way home, descriptions of a panic attack, stephen’s hands, and scars.

word count: 568

author’s note: thank you to the anon who sent in the request to have the reader comfort stephen!

“Stephen?” You ask, and quietly open the door to his bedroom, careful not to wake the rest of the Sanctum. “Are you okay?”

Stephen shakes his head and mumbles a few incoherent words, his hands trembling in his lap — he doesn’t know if it’s because of the damaged nerve endings he’s never quite been able to heal, even with magic, or the fear that’s running through his veins, paralyzing every inch of his body.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, and close the door behind you, turning the lock. “What happened?” You question him, even though you already know the answer. You felt it, the tingling sensation that ran through your body that you recognized as some kind of ancient spell, a darker ritual than any you have ever experienced while living between the Sanctum and Kamar-Taj with Stephen.

“I feel like I did something bad,” he says, his voice raw from the cries that had escaped his throat only moments before you walked in. “I feel like I took something from someone, like I robbed them.”

You hum in response, and make your way to the bed, sitting beside him. “What do you feel like you took from them?” You ask gently, reaching over and taking his hand in yours, rubbing soothing circles into his scarred knuckles.

“I don’t know,” he says, closing his eyes in concentration. “It feels like I stripped them of — of their identity, but I don’t know who it was, or how I did it.”

“Stephen, I need you to listen to me. Carefully.” You say, your tone gentle, with a hint of sternness. “I don’t think you’re only one going through this, you’re not alone,” you wrap your arms around his shoulders and let his head fall into the crook of your neck, his lips pressing light kisses to your skin. “I felt it, too,” you continue. “I felt the sensation in my body, the feeling that I didn’t really know what was going on, but I did at the same time, like I was in some kind of haze.”

“I’m sorry,” Stephen whispers, his voice catching in his throat, and pulls you closer to him. “I’m sorry that I made you feel that way, that whatever spell I casted messed with your mind. I swear, I never want my magic to effect you like that.”

“It’s okay,” you hush, and run your fingers through his graying hair. “It’s not your fault, you always do everything for a reason, and I trust that you did this for the right reason. You’re a good man, Stephen Strange.”

Stephen’s eyes well with tears, his scarred, damaged hands shaking. He reaches for your hand that rests in his hair, wanting to feel every inch of you that he possibly can right now.

“It’s okay, honey, I’ve got you,” you say, and nuzzle your face into his hair, kissing the top of his head. “Let it all out, Stephen. I’m here.”

“Please,” he says quietly. “Please, please don’t leave me. I can’t lose you, either. I can’t lose you after whatever, or whoever I just lost.”

“You’re not going to lose me, I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying by your side, right where I belong.” You whisper, and close your eyes, breathing in the familiar scent of his shampoo, needing his comfort just as much as he needs yours.

“Just,” he whispers. “Stay.”

@anothermansjeans @openheart12 @multiverse-mxdness @classickook

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Liability

Fandom: Bullet Train

Pairing: Tangerine x Female Reader

Characters: Tangerine, Female Reader, Lemon

Tags: Bullet Train, Arguing, Friendship, Insecurity, Fucking, Fingering, Smut, Mild Angst, Kissing, Interupted Sex, Aftercare’s a bit shit, Moustaches, Tangerine & Lemon, Lemon & Reader are tight, established friendship, Female Reader, Penis in Vagina Sex, Fucking against a wall, quickies, if one of y’all speaks Japanese I am very sorry, Readers Codename is Peach

Summary: Reader and Tangerine fight and make up

Notes: that bit where tangerine 🍊 gets interrupted yeah it’s a bit different

‘Whoever killed him has that suitcase,’ Tangerine said.

‘A diesel,’ Lemon said, clicking his finger and pointing at me. I smirked as Tangerine’s jaw tightened.

‘A Diesel definitely has that briefcase,’ I said looking at Lemon who sat across from me.

‘Will you stop comparing everything to Thomas the fucking tank engine?!’ Tangerine snapped as his fingers pinched the bridge of his nose. Lemon and I fell quiet for a moment as we watched him heave a heavy sigh. Silence fell between the three of us, well four if you counted the contractors dead son who was sitting beside us blood staining his cheeks. Finally, Lemon piped up, ‘Well it’s not an Edward who’s got it is it?’

‘For fuck-‘ Tangerine started but I cut him off.

‘Oh don’t be so narky,’ I snapped back, ‘besides the blokes dead now nothing we can do about it. I say we find the briefcase-‘

‘Oh so the white death can chop off just one limb each instead of both-‘

‘Well what do you suppose we do? We can’t magic him back to life but we can find the briefcase it’s on this train somewhere for fuck sake,’ I said, irritation riling inside of me.

I loved Tangerine. Adored him but sometimes he was really fucking irritating. Always looking on the black side of things. Always worrying. We’d always got out of things before. Why would it be any different this time?

‘Yeah well maybe if you had kept track of it like you were supposed to we wouldn’t be in this fucking mess,’ he spat.

‘Oh is that right? All three of us were responsible for it not just me. Because this job was for the three of us if I remember rightly.’

‘Well maybe I liked it better when it was just the two of us,’ he grumbled.

‘Tangerine-‘ Lemon interjected but I was hot on his tail that rage bubbling up.

‘Oh is that right?’ I said, ‘you’d rather it was just you? Just the guys?’

‘You know what…yeah,’ Tangerine said. His jaw was set and his eyes stony.

‘I’m just a liability huh?’ I said. My arms were folded now trying to hold myself together. I could feel the ache around my chest as I looked at him, almost egging him on to say all the things I’d worried about since I’d first joined the boys.

‘You’re not a liability-‘ Lemon said, looking between me and his brother as if we were two tennis players slinging the ball across the court to one another.

‘Well she’s not a fucking help,’ Tangerine said in a low voice that almost sounded like a growl. If I wasn’t so angry I’d be turned on with how he looked right now. His jaw was clenched, his eyes dark and flaming. His arms were pulsing against his shirt, tight and taught against his muscles.

We locked eyes for a moment, neither of us wavering until finally I broke contact. I turned in my seat grappling with the coat I had thrown across the head rest.

‘Peach,’ Lemon said as I stood up next to Tangerine who rolled his eyes. I was trapped in my seat and he didn’t seem to want to move, no doubt seeing that as giving in somehow.

‘Move,’ I said, looking down at him with a look of disgust.

‘Look Peach,’ he said, holding a large hand clad in thick rings in front of me.

‘I said move,’ I repeated withholding the urge to knock that hand out of my way. He and Lemon shared a look before he swivelled his legs to the side of his chair creating a small and awkward valley for me to shimmy through. I manoeuvred carefully through the gap, trying to save some face and hopefully not fall over. As I got out he moved his long legs back under the table and rested his hand upon it his fingers interlaced.

I looked at them both for a moment and then turned my gaze on Lemon solely.

‘I’m going to go and search this half of the train,’ I said pointing towards my right. I could feel Tangerine’s gaze upon my face but I refused to look anywhere but Lemon’s direction. He was trying to pay attention to me but his gaze kept flitting to his twin, what I assume he thought was unnoticed.

‘If you could do me a favour and search the other side, that is of course if you can tear yourself away from playing the blame game and actually do something useful,’ I said and without looking at anyone else I turned on my heel and strutted down the carriage and through the door to the adjoining compartment. Once I was through the door I darted into the toilet amidst the two carriages and locked the door behind me. I threw my coat on a peg on the door and went to look in the mirror. As I stood in front of the mirror, my hands gripping the sink in front of me, I realised I was shaking. With anger or insecurity I didn’t know.

I had been with the boys for a few months now. We’d met on a job and I had gotten them out of a tight spot. They had thanked me endlessly and promised me they’d make up for it. I’d told them that I wasn’t the kind of girl to hold onto a promise. So I cashed it in straight away and asked them to add me onto the team. I needed back up. And I figured having me there added an extra layer of believability to their outfit. Sometimes things needed a woman’s touch.

And sometimes being a woman was really fucking hard. I don’t know why I had gotten so upset. I knew that it had only been months but I thought I had become…one of them. I thought we were a team. I wanted to be part of the team. Not someone to sling the blame at when things got sticky. Not someone who was held to a different standard. Not a liability.

I let go of the sink and stood back assessing my appearance. My hair was slicked back in a hair clip and my outfit was simple. A tight sweater and a short leather skirt with knee high boots that were surprisingly easy to fight in, not to mention the heel packed a punch when sacking someone in the Crown Jewels. I decided not to bother taking my coat as I left the small bathroom figuring I’d come back for it later. I peeped a glance down the window to the carriage I had come from. Lemon was still sitting there though he didn’t notice me at the door as he was deep in conversation. I moved out of the small connection and into the next compartment quickly reminding myself of what I was here for. I needed to forget everything. I needed that briefcase.

I walked along the carriage slowly, my eyes roving over every nook and cranny the case could have been stuffed into. I mumbled general ‘hellos’ and offered smiles whenever I crossed paths with someone which fortunately was few and far between on this side of the train. My path continued through a few more carriages though as I got to the back of the train I realised my mission was ironically, fruitless. I had made it to the back of the train now, a room full of controls and panels. I bent down a little my eyes scanned every single one trying my best to commit it to memory though it being all in Japanese did hinder me a bit. I spoke minimal Japanese and my reading skills weren’t much better. I sighed and pulled back deciding to head back and find the boys.

As I opened the door to the control room stepping back into the stock room. It was jam packed with cupboards and trolleys that the staff used to dole out snacks and beverages. And there, leaning against one of the snack trolleys was Tangerine. I stopped in my tracks when I noticed him. How long had he been there? And why was he just lingering?

I folded my arms across my chest which made him smirk.

‘Come to check I’ve done my job?’ I said coolly.

‘Just making sure this side of the carriage is done,’ he said leaning up off of the snack trolley. We stared at each other for a moment until I broke and moved towards the opposite door heading back to the carriages but he was quicker and before I could get there he was stood in my way.

‘Tangerine,’ I grumbled trying to step around him.

‘Wait,’ he mumbled. I looked up at him and he was watching me with a soft expression, pleading in his eyes.

‘Why should I? Besides thought you wouldn’t want to be hanging around to much with me. What with me being a liability and alll,’ I said trying to move past him again but he grabbed my shoulder keeping me in place.

‘You can’t even let me apologise without that smart fuckin mouth interrupting huh?’ he sighed.

‘Funny, I didn’t hear much of an apology coming at me,’ I griped folding my arms across my chest but they were only there for a second as the dropped to my waist as I stood there stunned now feeling his large hands on the sides of my face as his lips met mine.

He kissed me with fervour and I allowed him too, then, once my mind caught up with everything that was happening I kissed him back. My arms wrapped around his neck as his hands trailed down my body finding my waist and pulling me into him so our bodies were forced together.

‘What was that?’ I said breathily as I pulled back.

‘Me trying to say I’m sorry,’ he smirked, ‘figured it was the only way to shut you up.’

‘You kissed me to shut me up?’ I snapped trying to pull out of his grasp. Panic flooded his face as his grip tightened around me stopping me from moving, ‘no, no, look I didn’t mean it like that.’

‘Then what did you mean?’ I said.

‘Look,’ he said, ‘I really am sorry okay?’

‘Oh yeah what for?’

‘For blaming you,’ he said, ‘it wasn’t your fault. The briefcase I mean…it was mine. I watched you put it away and I didn’t say anything…I didn’t say anything because I was too busy staring at your arse in that skirt. In fact I’ve been too busy staring at you a lot of the time…’

‘Tangerine,’ I sighed as he leaned down and kissed me once more. And again. And again.

‘We can’t-‘ I said as he walked me backwards until my back collided with a snack cart. I groaned as his lips met my neck and he sucked a little, making me shiver in my core.

‘I know,’ he said, kissing my neck again as his hands roamed down my body, cupping under my ass so he could lift me up onto the top of the trolley counter.

‘The case,’ I grumbled but my thoughts were disappearing one by one until my mind was only on his lips which were showering kisses all over whatever flesh was on show.

His lips moved back to mine and we kissed deeper than before until he broke away and said, ‘I’m not gonna finish anything if all I can think about is fucking you.’

He looked at me watching me closely as if waiting for permission but I didn’t say anything instead my hands grabbed fistfuls of his shirt and pulled him into me. As we made out my hands danced up and made their way into his hair pulling on it. I felt one hand on my thigh pushing up until it was fully under my skirt his fingers grabbing on my hip as his thumb trailed across my underwear instantly making me shiver.

I moaned biting on his lower lip as his fingers moved rubbing through my underwear which was getting slicker by the minute. My hands left his hair as I started fumbling with his pants trying to get them unbuttoned as fast as I could. I could feel him underneath the fabric. Pressed up against it tight and rigid begging to be relieved. My palm rubbed over it making him grunt as his mouth returned to my neck.

All of a sudden he was missing. His hands, his fingers, his mouth. All gone. And as I looked up I spotted him now across the carriage shifting uncomfortably as he straightened up and a train attendant stepped through the sliding glass door with her trolley. She smiled at me and then at him and we both smiled back trying to sell the illusion that nothing was amiss.

She nodded at me and it was only then I realised I was still sitting on top of the counter. I hopped off smoothing my skirt out and trying to ignore the warm stickiness in my knickers.

‘トロリーから何か欲しいものはありますか?’ She asked looking at me and then at Tangerine. Who, entirely unlike himself, looked like a deer in headlights which made me smirk.

‘No?’ he said though it was more a question than an answer.

‘Īe, dōmo arigatō,’ I smiled at her. Even if I wasn’t too sure of what she actually asked my confidence in the reply seemed to land right with her as she turned her attention away from the both of us. She busied herself with her cart stowing it away and placing everything where it should be. I stepped around her and though he was still flustered I grabbed him by the waistcoat and pulled him outside. He followed me willingly as we got into the adjoining my eyes scanning for anywhere we could hide. Spotting a toilet I pulled him inside and our bodies collided again, the interruption long forgotten.

He pushed me up against the wall as his mouth returned to my neck and his hands carressed down my body. My fingers grappled with his waist coat pulling it open. He shirked it off of his back barely losing contact with me. As my hands focused on his pants he hiked my leg up around his waist, his fingers returning to their position from before. He moved my underwear to the side teasing between my folds with his fingers before he inserted two fingers into me. He stopped as his rings became flush with me instead opting to pump in me shallowly his thumb now honed in on rubbing my clit. I shivered under his touch my hands now frantically trying to get his pants down. As I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them out of the way along with his underwear he sprung out.

He was thick, uncut and slick with precum. It oozed along my fingers as I grabbed hold gently moving my hand back and forth. He moaned as I touched him panting against my neck.

‘Fuck me Peach,’ he grumbled.

‘I’m trying to,’ I chuckled, grinding against his hand. This seemed to rev him up into another gear. He pulled back looking at me with a smile which widened as I gasped when his fingers left me. With one leg already hiked up he found the other and forced it to join making me wrap my legs around him. One hand gripped behind my back, which was pressed against the wall partly holding me up, and his other pressed the wall next to my head. My hands gripped around his neck praying he wouldn’t drop me.

The hand against the wall came down between us as he took over where I’d left off tugging himself until he was lined up with me. He looked at me carefully teasing my slit a little as he waited for permission. I nodded and in one swift movement he entered me down to the base.

I hissed as he bottomed out. His fingers were a good warm up act but this was a lot thicker taking me a minute to adjust.

‘You alright darlin?’ he asked and I nodded pulling him in towards me so I could kiss him. I could feel him smirking as I kissed him then as he started to move in and out of me he mumbled, ‘good because I’m not stopping.’

He was moving quicker now building momentum as that old familiar feeling climbed higher and higher like a wave waiting to crash back down. One hand stayed wrapped around me whilst his other held my hip so he could pound up into me. He held me so tightly I knew I was going to have bruises later on. I didn’t know what to do. I was gripping onto him for dear life, relishing in the pleasure each movement gave me. My lips attacked him everywhere kissing, nipping, sucking wherever I could get and pulling whatever fabric I had to out of the way so I could continue.

That was when I heard the change in his breathing and felt the rhythm change in his hips. He wasn’t going to last much longer. And my climax was coming too.

‘Kiss me,’ I mumbled pulling him towards me.

‘You’re the boss,’ he said leaning in and locking lips with me. It was slightly more tender than I anticipated but I didn’t care. I ground down against him, creating friction against my clit which knocked me over the edge.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuuuck,’ I whimpered as I came, my walls convulsing around him making him grunt and pick up the pace. He moved quicker chasing his high and I shivered suddenly feeling tender as he hammered into me. His eyes were closed as I watched him but they opened as my fingers pushed an errant hair that had fallen in his face out of the way. My fingers traced down his face, stroking it gently as my thumb ran across his bottom lip.

‘Cum for me baby,’ I whispered. He nodded as if it was any simple instruction and a second later I felt him spill into me. He moved in and out a couple more times before he fell against me, pinning me between him and the wall. His head came to rest in the crook of my neck for a minute. His breath was heavy and wet but in all honesty I didn’t care. In fact, I found myself stroking his face. We stayed like that for a moment until we both seemed to come to our senses, or rather back to reality.

He slipped out of me and helped me until I was standing on my own two feet. I could feel wet stickiness pooling between my legs and I cursed myself for not taking my underwear off. Now I was going to be sitting like that all night. As he tucked himself back into his pants and redressed I grabbed a couple sheets of toilet paper and cleaned up a little, washing my hands after. As I stood at the sink I felt him come up behind me. I looked back at him in the mirror and smiled. He smiled too as his hand rested on the counter top, trapping me in between them. He leaned down and kissed my cheek and before I could do anything he left, leaving me standing facing myself in the mirror.

As I did, regret and anguish flooded through me. What had I just done? We had a case to work. A job to do. He couldn’t stop thinking about my arse before how was I supposed to carry on without thinking about everything that just happened. I’d thought with my vagina not my head. I’d potentially fucked up our entire working dynamic. I mean, he was to blame too but if I hadn’t opened my smart fucking mouth maybe this wouldn’t have happened. He was right.

Maybe I was a liability.