#napping on napkins

[drowzyscatterbrain]

...gotta have some decent self control if you wanna sleep/nap alongside sans. i think.

look at him, just look at him.

so round and so cuddle material. i would not want to wake him up from getting off the bed

bet you'll ended up napping all day with him and royally mess up your sleeping schedule if ur not careful

[ghostlybartsoon]

maaaaybe i made a character base on a pun

[obsesssedblerd]

MORE SUKUNA WITH HIS LITTLE DAUGHTER PLS PLS PLSSSSS I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE ❤️❤️

Picky Eater

Sukuna takes a small breath to calm himself, then picks up the small bowl full of fresh baby food. What is it that you usually say? Third time’s a charm? 

He uses the plastic spoon to stir it a few times, then scoops some up to present to his daughter, who was sitting in her high chair in the kitchen. “Here. Eat.” 

The baby looks at the spoon full of yellow mush with her red eyes, then faces him and whines in disapproval. Sukuna groans in frustration. “You are not making sense, brat. You cry because you are hungry, but you do not eat. You did not want the green food, the red food, or this yellow food. What is it that you want?” 

Her little face scrunches up, and Sukuna knows it’s because she’s about to wail. When the first cry builds in her throat, he reaches forward to grab her from her high chair, putting her against his chest and gently patting her back like he’s watched you do countless times. “No, none of that. Crying will not get us anywhere. Besides, your mother is resting. Waking her up is simply not an option.” 

The doors to the kitchen open, and he sees Uraume there, holding a bowl of purple-colored baby food. “I apologize, Lord Sukuna. I left the other maids in charge of preparing food for the little princess, and they did not follow directions.”

The tiny girl in his arms coos excitedly upon seeing Uraume, and their eyes soften as they reach a hand out, allowing the baby to wrap her entire hand around a single finger. “She prefers when her food has blueberries mixed in it,” Uraume explains. “Lady [Y/N] and I discovered this two weeks ago.”

Without a word, Sukuna sets his daughter back in her high chair, then offers a spoonful of the new food to her. To his relief, she eats it. He exhales, then thanks Uraume as they exit. “So it seems that you are extremely picky,” he says to her as he continues to feed her, some of the spoonfuls far more messier than others. “That is not surprising. I also eat only what Uraume prepares.”

The doors open again, but this time, it’s you; yawning as you walk in, all refreshed from your nap. You analyze the scene in front of you, then snicker as you grab a wet napkin. “There’s food all over her face.” 

Sukuna sees that his daughter’s face is practically covered in messy purple blotches, then shrugs as he looks over at you. “She ate most of it, though. She—” He stops when he hears faint splashing, then turns his head to see the baby playing in the remainder of the food, making quite a mess all over her clothes, the high chair, and even a bit of Sukuna's face. 

“You brat,” Sukuna grabs the napkin from you, and begins to wipe her mouth and hands as you start laughing. “That is food, not paint for you to throw around the room.” Hearing you laugh, the baby joins in. Sukuna rolls his eyes, and you step in, grabbing your daughter from her chair. 

“Okay,” you say in-between laughs. “It was time for her to have a bath anyway.” Your eyes land on the multiple bowls of untouched baby food, then you look back at Sukuna, who was using a damp towel to get any of the purple mush off of his face. “I can tell you’ve been at this for a while. I should’ve told you that she’s picky.” 

“Picky and very spoiled,” Sukuna comments with a grunt.

“Mhm.” You hum. Your daughter giggles, and you kiss the only part of her face that’s not messy as you ask him, “And who is the one who decides to spoil her?” 

“Spoiling her is not my original decision. The little brat has inherited your technique.” 

You raise your brow in confusion. “I don’t have a technique, Ryo.” 

The princess is distracted by the bracelet you’re wearing, because she babbles excitedly as she reaches for your wrist. You smile while watching her, and unbeknownst to you, Sukuna is watching you both. Similar smiles, he notes for the millionth time since you gave birth to your and his daughter. Whether it was you or her, both smiles had the same effect: weakening his heart and getting him to do whatever you wanted. 

“You do,” he says simply. And it’s powerful, he doesn’t add.

[migiganteknapkindispenser]

I'm innocent, I swear

[lisenberry]

Middle-aged bachelor, battle weary Price loves babies. And they love him. He doesn't even mind when he's relaxing in a pub, eating his fish and chips, and they start to fuss at the table next to him.

He simply motions to you, the flustered and self-conscious parent, to hand the little muppet over so he can bounce her on his knee.

"Finish your dinner, dovie. I'll take it from here."

"No, I'm sorry. I couldn't. She's overtired, and I miscalculated nap time. I'm just waiting for the bill so I can get out of here."

But he doesn't listen. Instead, he wipes his mouth on his napkin and carefully plucks the irate, red-faced child from her carrier.

You barely have time to protest before he's sitting in the empty chair across from you, and your baby is...quiet.

Transfixed by the dark swath of his beard. Chubby fingers reaching for it as a dab of drool lands on his forearm.

"How did you do that?" You let out a long pent up breath, relief washing over you, and no doubt the other patrons.

"I've got three boys of my own. This little one doesn't scare me."

[inzaynety]

ice, ice, baby! ⤫

➢ summary: your boyfriend seeks warmth the same way every time

➢ content: zayne x fem!reader; 1259 words; fluff; one (1) suggestive joke if u squint; cold fingers lol; can be read as gn!reader

➢ notes: my first fic in a long time, i missed writing. hope you like it <3

Despite the nature of his evol, Zayne doesn’t do too well in the cold. 

You’ve seen it when getting caught in the rain where his hair and clothes were drenched and a seemingly permanent scowl was on his face. He was very quick to usher you both to a hot shower and didn’t even let you leave his side until he deemed himself warm enough. 

You’ve encountered it when he would pick up your drink orders and as he places your iced beverage down in front of you, he retracts his hand to clench and unclench before drying it off on a napkin from the condensation. He sits down across from you and you pretend not to have seen anything when he looks like he wants to put his gloves back on.

You even noticed it when he would lounge on the couch after a long day’s shift wrapped in a blanket, bundled in with a comfy sweater you purchased for him as he nodded in and out of sleep. This was one of the rare times that you had been the one to tell him off about getting a good night's rest. 

Of course, you adored his actions. They were endearing for a man of such stoic nature and you’d be damned if that all went away. All except one, however. 

You’re both relaxing on that same comfy couch, a show in the background that is nothing more than background noise to the rain hitting against the glass of your apartment. Zayne has you in his lap, his hands resting comfortably on your waist as you lean back on his chest as you feel his fingers tap your sides occasionally. There wasn’t a set rhythm or anything as he was doing it idly. 

No words are exchanged through the muffled sounds of rain and TV show characters for a good amount of time, so you decide to nestle further into him, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Sleepy?” He asks in a low voice. His actions don’t stop but it has you feeling content with your position even more. So you nod. He hums in response and brings his arms to wrap around you more. You’re about to fall asleep until you feel the sharp iciness right on your skin. 

You jolt in his hold and reflexively grab his wrists. His fingers had slipped under your shirt and you had lost the barrier protecting you from the unpleasant cold. 

“Zayne!” You narrow your eyes at him after whipping your head around. A hint of a smile is threatening to break on his lips but he knows he can’t let that through. Not if he wanted to see a deeper furrow in your brows.

“Sorry, I thought I could warm up a bit faster.” He doesn’t seem apologetic when he brings you back to him to place his hands and fingers in the exact same spot. You squirm but he doesn’t let you go, only rubbing the skin as he gradually gets warmer and warmer. 

You huff and take it upon yourself to turn in his lap to come face to face with him. Zayne only looks up at you expectantly. You don’t say anything just yet but you do take one of his hands and lift it up to cup in both of your own. Just like that your expression grows concerned. 

“Is your evol acting up again? I told you this would happen if you didn’t take that nap during overtime.” Zayne chuckles and shakes his head. He loves that you care about him even if you needed to show your annoyance first. 

“Not anymore that it already is,” is what he says. It’s not really an answer to his nearly freezing temperature and it definitely doesn’t assuage your worries. 

“But—“

“I swear.” He says firmly, looking you right in the eye. You don’t question that any further. 

“Okay, then why not use your gloves? Or the blanket over there?” You say with a lilt and it lightens the mood a little. “I was so close to sleep, you know?” 

Zayne smiles gently, bringing one of your hands with his now even warm one to his lips. He presses a kiss to the back of your hand before wrapping his arms around you once more. But there is a slight look of confusion on his face. 

“What do you mean?”

“Hm? Don’t those help you warm up much quicker? That’s how your coldness goes away, right?” Now you had gotten confused. 

At the sight of you he laughs again and shakes his head. He brings a hand to the back of your neck and you brace yourself, but are met with no cold whatsoever. His palm is warm. 

“What are you talking about? I always use you.”

“What?” Now it was your turn to be confused. “You don’t. Not when you get cold like this.”

Zayne looks amused. “Name an instance where I don’t.” You think to yourself and come back to the same scenarios.

“When it rains, you immediately take a hot shower when we get home,” Zayne looks like he’s expecting more to the answer.

“Am I alone?”

No, he takes you with him. But you assumed it was to save water. That and well, other things. But as you’re about to answer that you see that he’s serious. Like he’s waiting for you to realize something. Have you missed something?

You try to think back. Those rainy days happened more times to the both of you, more than one might think, so there was even a routine had another one of those days come. You’d rush all the way home and try not to leave too much of a trail of water to the bathroom before stripping down and hopping into the shower. 

You did recall always standing in proximity, heck, he would keep his hands resting on your legs as you sat in the bathroom counter whole towel drying his hair. There was no a moment his hands were keeping your close. 

“No… well, what about cold drinks? You always have your gloves on right away afterwards.” He does, but he’s sighs inwardly at the fact that you never notice that he reaches out to hold yours first, after wiping his hands on the napkin. Zayne always realizes that you flinch subconsciously but hold his back and it’s because the stark contrast of temperature surprises you. That’s why he puts his gloves on. Though, he does notice how much faster he warms up after your touch. 

He says as such. You’re taken aback. Really? Your face gives it away, He nods.

It’s like he can see how the cogs turn in your head as you can’t believe how you’ve missed the hidden adoration he holds for you. You know his little gestures of affection, but your focus on them really did cover up the obvious. Your face flushes and your cheeks feel warm so you think to cool them down with his cooler hands, lifting them to your face.

Zayne obliges and watches as you close your eyes in embarrassment. 

Your voice is small. “I’m sorry, I didn’t notice.” He only responds by pulling you forward to rest your head over his shoulder. He nuzzles himself into your neck and sighs. 

“There’s always something else going on in that brain of yours; I don’t mind it. Just," he pauses, lifting his head to press your foreheads together. He closes his eyes before softly finishing his thoughts.

“Stay here with me a little longer.”

©inzaynety 2024

[teapartyprincess4two]

Parenthood- C. Sturniolo

pairing: Mom!reader x Dad!Chris

classification: SFW & NSFW head cannons

inspiration: request

warnings: some 18+ content, use of y/n, established relationship, I didn’t name the children but Chris has 2 sons in this 👍🏻

summary: head cannons of Dad!Chris.

Parenthood- M. Sturniolo (Matt’s Version)

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☆SFW

Fatherhood is something that scared Chris beyond belief, but when you broke the news to him he couldn’t contain his excitement. When your son was born, he fell in love immediately, and you both learned to navigate being parents. Then, when you were blessed with a second son, he was even happier.

☆ Chris cherishes every single memory, he’s really sappy about it all. He has a box full of pictures, baby socks, the wristbands from the hospital, everything.

☆ “Chris, some of this is trash,” you chuckle, filtering through the endless trinkets that all seemed to hold significance to him.

☆ “Our son’s first pair of socks isn’t trash, Y/n!” he snatches the box away from you, carefully placing everything back in.

☆ “Okay, but this dirty napkin?”

☆ “I wiped my tears with that. THANK YOU,” he snatches it from you, his sassy demeanor making you laugh.

☆ Chris loves spoiling his son, whether it be with toys and games, or with summer trips.

☆ He goes all out too, splurging on trips to Disney or to elaborate water parks, making sure to book the hotel and everything.

☆ “Babe, he’s 3. He won’t even remember this,” you chuckle, dragging luggage’s behind you.

☆ “Yes you will. Right, son?” Chris coos, bouncing the baby in his arms and blowing a raspberry into his neck. The baby giggles, the sound being music to Chris’s ears.

☆ The whole week it’s just you and Chris going on all the kiddy rides, snapping pictures of your son, and passing out back at the hotel.

☆ When you find out you’re pregnant with your second son, Chris does everything in his power to make your firstborn’s last months as an only child special.

☆ He takes him to the park, cuddles him to sleep every night, and showers that boy in so much love.

☆ Even though Chris is extremely high energy, being a working dad of two is very tiring.

☆ So, when the kids get older, he starts feeling comfortable taking ‘dad naps’ in random spots around the house.

☆ “Chris, babe, can you help me in here really quick?” you’re balancing a fussy baby on your hip, the other hand stirring whatever’s on the stove.

☆ You peer your head outside to see Chris knocked out on the hanging lounge chair. His chin rests on his chest, mouth open and arms crossed as small snores fall past his lips.

☆ Your oldest son holds a long piece of grass, tickling Chris’s nose with it. Your son whispers eerily,“Wake up daaaad. Wake uppppp.” You can’t help but giggle at the sight.

☆ Chris has successfully managed to cement his legacy as the ‘cool dad,’ or at least he thinks he has.

☆ He loves wearing funky graphic t-shirts when he’s chaperoning the kids, “I was young once too. I was the shit back then, kid.”

☆ Your oldest son just rolls his eyes playfully, but in reality he really looks up to Chris.

☆ Your youngest son loves dressing up like his dad, wearing his oversized t-shirts and beanies so big they fall past his eyes.

☆ “Look mom, I look like daddy!” he exclaims, accidentally tripping on the shirt as he runs towards you.

☆ Other times, Chris will throw on some sunglasses and try acting mysterious.

☆ The mysterious act doesn’t last long though, especially not when your youngest son cuddles up next to him for his afternoon nap or when your oldest starts asking for snack money.

☆ At family parties, Chris goes all out. He’s buying a bouncy house, cooking the burgers, renting an ice cream truck, and inviting all of his family.

☆ He loves playing games with his kids, usually forming teams and challenging them, “Alright me and Matt verses you two. Losers have to jump into the pool with their clothes on.”

☆ “Okay, but uncle Nick has to be on our team,” your oldest replies, fully confident in his ability to win his dad.

☆ Nick is then recruited, and surprisingly isn’t needed because your sons are completely obliterating Chris’s team.

☆ Chris isn’t a sore loser, it’s a trait he never wants to subconsciously pass down to his kids, so he’s jumping into the pool fully clothed as his kids watch in a fit of giggles.

☆ Laundry day is easily Chris’s most hated day, especially with two messy children.

☆ He’ll ‘help’ you fold clothes, which really means that he’s toying with the same shirt and flicking through Netflix.

☆ When the kids are asleep, you and Chris will treat yourself to some takeout because that’s the only time you can order food that the kids don’t usually like.

☆ You two are like little rats, hiding in the pantry munching before the kids hear you and wake up.

☆ One small creak and you’re both frantically hiding the food. “THEY’RE COMING!” he whisper shouts, but when no one opens the door you both fall into a fit of laughter at the dramatics.

☆ As your firstborn son gets older, he starts becoming snappy and somewhat rude, as teenagers often do.

☆ And although Chris doesn’t like reprimanding his kids for the smallest things, he can be stern when it’s necessary.

☆ “Watch your fucking mouth, kid. I don’t want to hear shit like that from you again. Go to bed.” Your son is hanging his head down and trudging to his room.

☆ “Don’t you think you were a little harsh on him?” you whisper, holding onto Chris’s arm gently.

☆ “My kids aren’t gonna be disrespectful, especially not to their momma,” he replies, but when he hears your son sniffling in his room the guilt begins chipping away at him.

☆ It doesn’t take Chris long after that to enter your sons room and engulf him in a hug, scolding him in a much softer manner that informs your son that what he did was still wrong, but also that Chris still loves him.

☆ Baseball, basketball, soccer, lacrosse, hockey, football; your sons are doing it all.

☆ Chris is in the stands, cheering so loud that his voice is hoarse by the end of the game. Even when his kid’s team doesn’t win, he’s still so incredibly proud of their performance.

☆ Chris reps the jerseys, attends the practices, and coaches his sons even when they’re at home, “Widen up your stance then throw!”

☆ Whenever there’s an opportunity to make his boys laugh, Chris is taking it.

☆ He picks them up from school wearing big, fake teeth while playing silly songs on the stereo.

☆ Your sons are never embarrassed, they just hold their sides and laugh uncontrollably, “Dad I’m gonna pee, stop!”

☆ He doesn’t spoil his kids, but he definitely buys them an unnecessary amount of things. It’s mostly harmless stuff like toys, games, and sugary snacks.

☆ “They don’t need any more toys, Chris,” you scold, struggling to make space for all of it.

☆ “We don’t need anything, Y/n,” he replies, his inner child going crazy.

☆NSFW

As parents, it can be hard for you and Chris to make time for each other. Your schedules are packed with school, practices, work, and the few free moments in between are used for household chores. But Chris always makes time for you no matter what.

☆ For the most part, you have to be sneaky. During birthday parties or family events, you take advantage of how distracted your kids are and sneak away into an empty room like teenagers.

☆ Your adrenaline is pumping, clumsy fingers undoing his belt as he kisses you feverishly.

☆ “We have to be quick,” you whisper, watching hungrily as he lines himself up with your entrance.

☆ He doesn’t respond, knees wobbling and his animalistic grunts filling the room as he pumps into you quickly.

☆ Chris doesn’t last long, which is slightly embarrassing, but the times you guys have sex are so few and far between that you can’t blame him.

☆ “Sorry,” he whimpers, pulling out and collapsing next to you. “Don’t be sorry,” you smirk, straddling his hips and getting yourself off as he becomes an overstimulated mess.

☆ On date night Chris books a night at a nearby hotel, dropping the kids off with his parents and telling you to get all dolled up.

☆ He dresses up too, meeting you at the hotel bar and flirting with you like it’s his first time meeting you.

☆ “Hey beautiful, come around here often?”

☆ You play along, the butterflies swarming in your stomach despite sharing an entire life with this man, “I do. Never seen a man as handsome as you here before, though.”

☆ A few champagne glasses later, you’re both giddily walking back to the hotel room and making love under the soft lamp light.

☆ Some random mornings, he wakes up fully bricked and no matter how hard he tries to will the erection away it just won’t subside.

☆ “Y/n, baby, are you awake?” he murmurs, pressing soft, sloppy kisses on your exposed shoulders.

☆ You stir awake, a soft yawn escaping your lips as you reply, “I’m awake.”

☆ He pulls you in closer, his erection pressing against the back of your thigh.

☆ “Need some help there?” you chuckle, immediately understanding his intentions. He hums in response, letting you take over as he watches in a lazy haze.

☆ “So beautiful,” he moans, hands caressing and massaging every inch of your body. You can’t help but blush, hiding yourself in the crook of his neck.

☆ “Look at me,” he instructs, he doesn’t want to miss out on a single thing.

☆ “I’m the luckiest guy in the world,” his lips are latched to yours, an overwhelming feeling of love overtaking him as he blows his load inside of you.

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MASTERLIST

A/n: meow 😋 dad Chris anyone? 🎤

- L.A.M.B👼🏻💗

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[powderpinkandsweeet]

Ellie is a messy eater (nsfw, oral, fingering)

Like in the literal sense and otherwise. I can imagine you eating dinner together, and she doesn't realize that there's food on her face or in her teeth. Spaghetti for dinner means she’ll have orangey stains at the corners of her mouth and on her lips from the tomato sauce. You've always got her back, wiping at her puffed out cheeks with a napkin or your thumb. She always wipes the crumbs or food on her hands on her jeans, seeing no reason for a napkin or paper towel.

In the bedroom though she's a different kind of messy. She leaves no crumbs, for sure, but you would need a lot more than just a napkin to wipe the mess from her face this time.

In particular, I see loser!Ellie being ridiculously enthusiastic when she gets to fuck you. She can't help but be eager when it feels like her dirtiest dreams and fantasies are coming true. Sure, she'd come close by stealing one or two pairs of panties you hadn't realized were left on your bathroom floor, but she swore you were too good to be real. Panties still on, Ellie leans in close to take a long inhale of your scent.

She takes a long lick up your lips to get a mouthful and finally taste you. Moaning and sighing into your taste, Ellie is unable to stop even as you pull at her hair and thrash your legs. Her lithe arms are wrapped around your thighs, forearms strained to pin your hips against the mattress. Her muscles strained against your shivering thighs and bucking hips.

She never wants to come up for air so she huffs short breaths through her nose where it’s pressed against your clit. Ellie just can't get enough of you, so she'll keep eating until she's full up. As you whine and falter between begging for more or begging for a break, Ellie slips a hand down to fill your clenching pussy with two fingers. She sucks your clit into her mouth and pumps her fingers in and out of you. Ellie curls them up to hit the spot that makes your voice raise in pitch, and abuses it. Her forearm flexed and the veins in her arm raised as she pulled you toward an orgasm. Your voice left you, only able to pant and make choked noises as you came once again.

You tumbled head-first into another orgasm and Ellie refused to let up. She remained latched onto your pussy with her middle and ring finger jamming against your g-spot. You gripped Ellie’s hair tightly with both hands, attempting to yank her up. Her eyes remained closed and she remained firmly in place, a grunt of displeasure rumbling against your clit. With one hand still gripping Ellie’s hair, you reached down to where her left hand held your hip pinned to the bed. Weakly and with a trembling hand, you grip Ellie’s wrist, nails digging into her forearm. She hardly notices until you begin tapping on her arm repeatedly, the way one would when tapping out in a fight against her. Ellie’s hazy eyes open to lock onto your tired face. Realizing that you’d hit her limit, Ellie releases your clit from the suction of her mouth with an obscene “pop” that made you flinch. She presses a soft kiss to your clit and slowly withdraws her fingers from your pussy.

You’re both outright messes. You've become a puddle on the sheets, slicked with sweat, cheeks stained with tears, drool dripping down your chin, and resting in a pool of your own cum. You feel like you're floating, fucked dumb and ready for a nap. Ellie, though slightly more composed than you, looks a bit like she's run a marathon, if you exclude her face and fingers. When you regain your senses and see the brunette above you, she's sucking your cream off her fingers, sighing at the taste and seeming almost disappointed after it's gone. She leaves nothing behind, laving her tongue between her fingers to lick up the frothy white cum at the base of her fingers. She pulls them out and gulps down her mouthful, a rumble of “mmm” leaving her closed lips. The best part of it all is the big, dumb grin on Ellie's face when she takes in the view.

Ellie steps off the mattress to yank her phone from the nightstand. She swipes up on the cracked screen and enters her pin to open the camera app. You’re startled out of your haze by the flash of Ellie’s phone camera. She grins down at the picture and changes it to her Lock Screen.

[sturnslcver]

chris keeping reader warm when it gets cold in the evening and they are like out with the friend group

ੈ✩‧₊˚ CHILLY NIGHT ˚.°: ₊˚ ୨

— chris sturniolo x fem reader —

— fluff, no warnings!

chris peels the blanket from your body, lightly rubbing his knuckles up and down your arm. he slowly leans down. “hey” “hm” you reply groggily, repositioning yourself so that you’re laying flat on your back, still half asleep. “we gotta get going. everyone’s waiting.” “five more minutes?” you plead. chris delicately removes your hair from your sweating cheeks and takes your hands, pulling you upright. “we gotta go now.” chris chuckles. you let out an exasperated sigh, but oblige.

the both of you pull into the parking lot before you unbuckle your seatbelt and turn to face chris. “you ready?” he beams. “yeah” you nod, smiling back at him. you plant a soft kiss to the corner of his lips as he unbuckles his seatbelt, before making his way around the car to your door and opening it for you. the both of you arrive inside to find that none of your friends have appeared yet. “come on.” chris places a few soft taps to your side, guiding you to an empty table in the corner. “i’m gonna get something to drink while we wait.. you want anything?” you curl up in the corner of the booth toying with the napkin dispenser attached to the side of the wall and shake your head. “you sure?” he prys. you nod.

you begin to doze off once again until you see a coat being tossed against the table abruptly. you look up to find madison wiping her brow. she sighs an exasperated sigh, leaning down to greet you. “hi!” she exclaims excitedly, ryder trailing close behind her. she yanks you into a hug “hey! you look - beautiful!” you beam. she slides herself swiftly into the other side of the booth beside ryder, evidently scanning you. “so do you” she delicately runs a few fingers through your hair which was still sticking up from your previous nap. “you tired?” ryder jokes. “how’d you know?” you chuckle sarcastically.

chris returns with two drinks in his hands, despite your clear indication to not wanting anything. “i know you said you weren’t thirsty but they had your favorite, strawberry lemonade, so i brought it back for you just incase” he shrugs. you nod appreciatively, widening your eyes as if pointing to madison and her brother, signaling him to acknowledge them. he rapidly leans down giving madison a friendly squeeze and dapping up ryder. “what’s up, man? you guys know what you’re getting?” “yeah, we’ve been here a thousand times. just get me and madison the 50 piece nuggets to share with extra sweet and sour sauce.” ryder proposes. “got it.” chris turns to face you. “you hungry, baby?” you hesitantly shake your head. “just bring me back a small fry” you mellowly suggest.

chris reappears and slides a tray across the table with one hand, setting down two more cold sodas with the other. “i got you and ryder dr peppers” “thank you” madison replied swiping the soda from the middle. chris took a seat beside you, the sides of your thighs touching as he handed you your fries. you sigh contentedly and move your head to rest on his shoulder, slowly munching away when he feels you shiver against him. your goosebumps are extremely noticeable. chris is mid conversation with ryder when he effortlessly removes his jacket, engulfing you in it. he places his palm over your leg, gingerly rubbing your goosebumps away as you zip up his jacket. his hand continues in a soft, slow up and down motion until he feels the goosebumps begin to reside, now replying to ryder.

“i’m gonna get a refill” madison announces, scurrying away. chris nods and faces you. “youre freezing.” he quietly states. you nod lazily, your head still against his shoulder. he places a warm, lingering kiss to your temple as his hand snakes around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he lightly squeezes your side. “wanna go on a walk? it’s nice and warm outside” chris whispers gently, a loving smile growing on his face. his fingers intertwine with yours, your hands now in his lap while his thumb gradually caresses the back of your hand.

authors note: not my best work but i wanted to post :) hope u still enjoyed

[moo-blogging]

Some late night fluffy thoughts with Dad Levi before bed..

You heard the familiar beep as Levi locked the car. Levi's home! Your baby was sitting in a circle of toys, blabbering happily as she fed herself another zebra. You gently removed the slimy zebra from her, cooing "dada's home!"

Your baby's face lit up immediately. She now could recognised words like dada, mama, her name, milk, toys, nap, and no, don't put in your mouth. You carried baby into your arms, wiping her saliva on a napkin as you knelt behind the shoe cabinet. You lowered your body, shushing your overly excited baby. You were going to surprise Levi.

You both listened as Levi's keys giggled from his pocket and twisted the door knob. A loud click echoed in the quiet room. You watched expectedly from the floor with baby by your chest.

Levi was slightly confused as he stepped into the house. His eyes scanned the horizon for you and baby. The living room was littered with colourful toys; soft, boiling sound was coming from the kitchen and the whole house smelt of mushroom soup. He smiled softly. He knew you were hiding to surprise him again. He called to you.

"Y/n? My love? Baby? Where are my babies?" Levi removed his shoes and as he bent his knees to reach for his shoes, he felt eyes on him. Lifting his head, two pairs of gleaming eyes greeted him with big smiles. The moment your eyes met, Levi's face broke into a big grin.

Your baby squealed happily, bouncing on your hand as she reached for her dada. You lifted her toward Levi and Levi took her into his hands, carrying her into his arms. Your baby was kicking and giggling as Levi kissed her chubby cheek. Baby smelt of baby powder, sweet milk and tiny tinge of shampoo you washed her just now. Levi exhaled in relief. Baby rubbed her face on Levi's, her tiny arms wrapped half way around Levi's neck.

Grinning, you collected his shoes and dropped them into the shoe cabinet. Levi pulled you by the waist into his arms. Your lips locked as soon as you turned to face him. Levi kissed you again as you pulled away. This was your kiss, the double kiss. When you were dating, Levi said one kiss was too less, three kisses would lead to somewhere hot, while two kisses were just enough. And the double kiss was now your kiss.

Baby squealed for dada's attention. Levi turned and kissed her cheek again. "Let me kiss my wife, little girl!" He teased her. Baby clumsily kissed his nose, leaving a thread of saliva as she pulled away, giggling.

You watched as the love of your life laughing and grinning with the baby you made together. The light in his eyes made you so happy. You squeezed him tighter in your arms as you leaned your head on the crook of his neck. The baby with the exact same hair colour and porcelain skin blabbering children language to her dada, while Levi trying his so very best to answer everything she said. Life was beautiful.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Allergies

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Jessie Fleming x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Jessie saves your life

You're riding around on Jessie's shoulders the day it happens.

You like Jessie a lot. She's super snuggly and warm and she always plays with you when she comes over. She's friends with Niamh and they both hang around with Zećira so you see them a lot.

After Zećira, Jessie's one of your favourite girls at Not-Wolfsburg. She likes to sit with you on the coach and you watch movies with her before she wraps you in blankets and naps.

Jessie's great and you love her a lot.

She's not as tall as all of the other girls but, together, you make a tall person so that's okay.

You're riding on her shoulders because Morsa's talking to Coach Emma and Momma's doing media. It's media day which means it's boring for you and Jessie's got a gap in her schedule so she's come over to where you're set up with girl-swan and girl-moose and now you're on her shoulders.

You're giggling and Jessie's pointing out what everybody's doing.

"There's Sam!" You say, pointing to where Sam's sitting with somebody and a plate of food.

Jessie carts you off towards her.

"Hi, Sam!" You chirp, reaching down to shake Sam's hand because sitting up so high on Jessie makes you feel all special and powerful.

Sam laughs.

She must have something on her hands because after she's pulled away, your skin feels all itchy and little red welts appear where she's touched you.

You scratch them as Jessie takes you off her shoulders.

"What's that?" You ask, pointing at Sam's paper plate.

"It's a kiwi," Sam says," Would you like to try it?"

"Never had a kiwi before," You say, thinking for a moment," Just a little bit please, Sam."

"You've got it."

She hands you a chunk and you pop it into your mouth.

You've got kiwi juice on your hand and it makes it go all red and itchy. It makes your throat go all itchy too.

"Don-Don't like it," You say. Your voice is all wheezy and choked up like your throat suddenly doesn't want to be open anymore. You try to cough but it doesn't work and tears appear in your eyes.

"J-Jessie!" You cry," Hurts!"

But your words barely make it out of your mouth and it's largely unintelligible.

Jessie and Sam are looking at you horrified as your face gets redder and redder and puffier and puffier.

You're panicking now and your tummy feels all bad, like you're about to throw up.

You think you do throw up. You're not too sure but you feel all woozy because your throat is all closed up and you can't breathe.

There's a clamour of voices around you and you drop like a bag of rocks.

Pernille watches it happen in slow motion. You get redder and redder and then you're down.

She leaves her interview without even making an excuse, sprinting towards you.

You've got vomit all over your top and your face is all swelled up and red. You're grasping at your throat, clawing at it so much that your little nails make deep red lines down your neck.

You're growing weaker though and you slump to the ground.

There are shrieks from everyone as you go down.

A crowd has formed, of players and media alike. Magda shoves through the crowd just as Jessie shoves her way out and Pernille kneels down to check your pulse.

It's hard to locate under all the swelling but it's there, weak and thready.

But it's there and that's all she can focus on.

"What happened?!" Magda demands, looking around wildly," What happened?!"

Pernille's desperately trying to find a way to help you.

You look terrible and your breathing is getting shallower and shallower. Someone (Pernille thinks Magda) gives her a napkin to mop up the vomit on your chin and she moves you onto your side so you don't choke.

Your eyes are swelled shut and you're making these terrible wheezing noises on every inhale.

"I don't know!" Sam is yelling," She ate some kiwi and completely swelled up! I didn't know she was allergic!"

"She's not allergic!" Magda snaps back before screaming out," Medic! Come on!"

Jessie fights her way through the crowd again and Pernille's watching in slow motion.

"Call an ambulance!" Jessie orders, more authoritative than Pernille's ever heard her. She rolls up your shorts and jams a big pen-like thing down into it.

The effects are almost instantaneous. Your face slowly begins to unswell and your breathing evens out. As you wake up, you immediately burst into tears, blubbering and whining out words that aren't even words.

"We still need to get her to the hospital," Jessie says, looking around wildly," It's my epipen. It's meant to be for adults. I don't know if kids have to have different ones."

Thoughts come rushing through Pernille's head at such a speed that she can't fully understand. She remains in this state even when the ambulance comes and everyone's loaded inside.

Media day has been cut short and Pernille knows that the rest of the team will be following in their cars.

"What...What did you mean, epipen?" Pernille manages to ask as she stands outside your hospital room after being kicked out so the doctors can work.

"Epipen," Jessi repeats," They're for allergies. It's like a shot of adrenaline or something."

"She's not allergic to anything," Magda says, speaking for the first time in a while. She's just staring at you through the window.

"My parents thought I wasn't allergic to anything until I went into anaphylaxis too," Jessie says quietly.

The doctor slips out of your room and shakes Magda and Pernille's hands.

"She's fine," Is the first thing he says, clearly very used to settling worried parents," Your friend did the right thing, giving her the epi. Usually, we'd see some bad effects with an adult dose on such a little girl but your daughter's allergies are severe enough that only an adult dose would have helped."

"And it's definitely allergies?" Magda asks.

"Definitely allergies," He confirms," You'll have to bring her back in a few weeks for proper allergy testing but you said it was a kiwi?"

"Yes," Jessie says," Kiwi."

"Then I'd keep her away from bananas and avocado too. They tend to be grouped together with allergies and latex too."

"But she's going to be okay?" Pernille says," She's going to be alright?"

"She's going to be just fine," The doctor assures her," Her reaction was pretty extreme so far as symptoms go but she's going to make a full recovery. I'm going to prescribe her some epipens for the future and all you need to do is make sure she keeps them on her at all times."

"Thank you."

They're all let into your room where you sit playing with the tube of your IV.

"Leave it alone," Magda says softly," How are you feeling?"

You make a face. "Sam's kiwi was a bad kiwi."

"I think all kiwis are bad for you, princesse," Magda says with a little laugh as she brushes her hand over your hair.

"Kiwis are blergh!" You declare sticking your tongue out. You turn to look at Momma. "When can we go home? Jessie said that we could play zoo."

"I think they want to keep you a few more hours," Momma replies," And then we can go home."

You sigh like this is a big inconvenience to you. "But then Jessie has to go home too," You say," And she said that she'd play zoo with me."

"We can play zoo here," Jessie says as she comes in," Sam and Erin dropped off your backpack. Have you go any zoo animals in here?"

You perk up. "I do! I do! Morsa, Momma, can we play zoo here?"

Magda smiles. "You can play zoo here but no jumping around. I want you to sit nice and pretty in your bed. And no playing with your IV!"

You sigh. "Fine."

[unluckywisher]

You turned tiny! A strange Wanderer causing fluctuations affected you, and even after you defeated it, you found yourself no taller than a water bottle. Your Hunter's Watch analyzed you, determining that the effects would be over after a full day. ...but what until then? You should probably call one of the guys...

(Mainly fluff with a bit of crack)

(I have also written the reversal of this scenario)

If you spend your day with Rafayel:

Well, first of all, he laughs. He puts his hands on his knees and doubles over in laughter.

If you were already short: "I don't think your body knows how growing works."

If you were tall: "Now blankets will finally be able to fit you."

He picks you up by your middle and sits you on his shoulder. You hang onto his hair and ear, which he complains about. "I'm not gonna drop you, you don't need to grab me so tightly!" He blushes.

He takes you back to his house to "take care" of you while you're in this state. Which consists of him taking several pictures of you, to your annoyance. But seeing you angry only makes him laugh, you look too cute to be taken seriously, your tiny fists beating against his crouching legs.

In the end he relents and stops taking pictures, but then he moves on to the next activity: Making you little paper clothes. Treating you like a dress-up doll, he ends up making a whole closet worth of clothing.

When you inevitably get hungry, he orders some sushi and feeds you grains of rice and salmon bits, eating himself the rest.

He keeps you the whole time either on his shoulder or on top of a table, so he'll know where you are at all times and won't accidentally trip over you.

You get to watch him paint from a unique perspective, his eyes focused on the canvas and his breathing relaxed, even as you accidentally pull his hair while trying to change your sitting position.

At one point he just caresses your hair and face affectionately, unable to resist how adorable you look. His fingers gently trace your features.

When night arrives, he lays you down on his chest and covers you with his hand. You can hear his steady heartbeat as you fall asleep.

The next morning you realize you're back to your normal size. You're on top of him, your head still on his chest, and the hand that was covering you now on your nape.

As he wakes up and realizes, he turns red, but he doesn't even move, saying, "You're lucky your cuteness levels stayed the same even after changing back."

If you spend your day with Xavier:

He crouches, staring at you with a mixture of wonder and pity. Then he chuckles softly, but without malice.

He lowers his hand to the ground for you to step on, then brings you close to his body. You climb inside his jacket and wrap your arms around the belt across his chest.

"Don't worry, I'm here." He reassures you.

He takes you to his apartment, since your fingers are too small to activate the fingerprint lock on your front door.

He kneels by the couch, letting you hop down. He doesn't know how comfortable you'd be with him grabbing you in this state, so he prefers to let you move by yourself.

Mainly he carries you by letting you step onto his palm, or he simply lets you sit on the couch, on top of a few arranged pillows.

He lays down next to you to nap, and once you assure him repeatedly that you're fine with it, he cuddles you like a plushie.

You wake him up when your stomach growls. He offers to make something, which you quickly shoot down, so he orders some pasta from a nearby restaurant.

He smiles as he watches you struggle to eat a whole spaghetti noodle, carefully helping you clean the sauce on your mouth and hands with a napkin. He eats the rest.

Afterwards he offers some of his books for you to pass the time, but it proves to be a tiring activity, as the books are taller than you and you have to move your head almost 90° to read a line, not to mention how bothersome it is turning the pages.

He offers to read them to you, so you sit on his lap, but he ends up falling asleep while reading.

You resign yourself and decide to wake him up so you both can properly head to bed and sleep. He cuddles you again, careful not to squeeze you too hard.

As morning comes, as you find yourself turned back, your head is resting against the crook of his neck and his arms are around you.

He stirs and wakes up, smiling as he moves his head to look at you. "Even though you're not plushie-sized anymore, can I cuddle you like this again sometime?"

If you spend your day with Zayne:

Even if the situation is comical, he's still worried. He kneels down and looks you over, making sure you're fine apart from the obvious.

He even scolds you lightly for being so careless while fighting Wanderers.

He scoops you up and puts you in his jacket's breast pocket, your hands grabbing onto the edge. There's a wrapped mint at your feet.

He takes you to his apartment, looking down at you every once in a while to make sure you're still in his pocket and doing fine.

Once home, he doesn't leave your side. Well, more specifically, he doesn't let you leave his side, because now you could get hurt very easily. You're either in his pocket or on his desk, the latter only because he had some documents to finish reviewing and he doesn't want you out of his sight.

You seize this moment to play with the things on his desk, annoying him as revenge for not letting you do anything. Clicking pens, walking over his keyboard, shuffling some papers... He ends up putting you back in his pocket, sighing.

"It seems getting smaller didn't affect your ability to cause me trouble." He pinches the bridge of his nose.

He brings you to the kitchen to cook some food, and even lets you help him, although he completely turns down your idea of cutting the ingredients with your now-tiny sword.

You eat a small portion of mashed potatoes that you could swear Zayne has calculated in accordance with your size, but you don't see the math to prove it.

After eating, he asks you to check your Hunter's Watch again to make sure you'll be back to normal tomorrow, stating that it would be a hassle to take you to work, but he says it in a way that lets you know he actually cares.

Even though he rarely sleeps a whole night, this time he makes an exception for you, and goes to bed at an adequate time. He lays you down on the pillow so you'll be as comfortable as possible, bringing the covers up at your level. His face is right next to you, his eyelashes fluttering as he closes his eyes.

The alarm wakes both of you up. He blinks softly as he sees you're back to normal, your forehead touching his and one of his hands resting on your waist.

"I was starting to worry I wouldn't be able to kiss you any time soon."

Sylus part here.

[heartfullofleeches]

Fast Food Reader: Man... I'm tired. Yo, Lambchop- Wanna take a nap in the breakroom.

[The mascot nods - silently following Reader into the back.]

The Janitor: Why do they alway ask the goat....

Bathroom Succubus: Dude- what are you talking about? Y/n literally asks us to skip work and hang out all the time! You just end up running off or making up some dumb excuse to avoid making an ass out of yourself in front of them.

[The Janitor knocks a stack of napkins off the counter with their broom.]

The Janitor: Oh. No. There's napkins everywhere. It's going to take me a while to clean all these up. Long enough for you to forget this conversation and never question how I act around Y/n again.

[harleehazbinfics]

Cannibal Overlord!Reader [Cannibal Chef!Reader Spin-off!]

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a/n: I've seen a few fics about reader owning Alastor's soul, so I'm gonna put my own spin on it in Cannibal Chef. >:]

"Madam, the table is ready."

"Oh, thank you Alastor!" You groan, leaning against your chair clutching your aching head.

"These demons can't do anything right!" you roared slamming your fist down on the table sending papers flying, which Alastor calmly collected and places back on the table.

He smiles and waits for you to stand. On your own two feet, you latch onto him and whined, "You won't leave me won't you, Alastor? I'd hate for my most important and capable person to leave!"

"I wouldn't dare think of it, Madam," he replies as he covers your hand with his as he guides you to the dinner table, where several plates of food you loved was presented so fancily. You gushed at the food, and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before sitting down and tasting a few pieces of everything.

Alastor recovers from your affectionate gesture and pushes your chair in and drapes a napkin over you to not soil your clothes that he meticulously picked.

This was (Y/n), one of the most powerful overlords who reigned over Pentagram City. She controls quite a number of souls from decades of ruling. They say she manifested in hell, seemingly overnight, toppling overlords who were once held an iron grip over the denizens of hell. Tall tales were spread about your fearsome power and your signature cleaver. After establishing your position, you opened a meat shop and restaurant. Cannibal and non-cannibal options of course. You were crazy, but you had class, okay?

Many are frightened at just the thought of you alone, some sinners say that all demons that crossed you would end up on their plate. To set a clear stance what would happen if they dared question her power.

"Oh, Calastor! Good morning, my love! Did you have a good nap?" you ask picking up the red cat who gave you kitten licks on your face.

However, all Alastor could see was a very cheerful and clumsy woman. He recalls the first time he met you. He was roaming and analyzing where he was and how the power was at play arriving here shortly in hell. Unexpectedly, he got caught in a crossfire between you and large dinosaur like demon. When he saw you transform into your larger demon form, he was mesmerized at such power. You didn't hesitate for a second to go for the kill.

After capturing the dinosaur demon and keeping him in your inventory to make a meal out of later. He failed to dodge the hand that grabbed him and pulled him closer to your face.

"And who might you be?" you asked sultrily with a dissonant voice that overlapped with each other making him gulp at the wonders it was doing for his body to react a certain way towards the sound.

"Alastor, Madam. Pleasure to be meeting you!" he replies with his usual transatlantic tone, keeping composure despite seconds away from being crushed in your hand.

You smile and replied, "You're polite, how cute. You wouldn't mind if I keep you right?"

Without even a chance to reply, you return to your castle where you changed him into a butler uniform and bombarded him with your troubles and how you were so lonely that no one wanted to be friends with you. So, when you saw him ogling you, you couldn't help but keep him to yourself. You couldn't bear the thought of someone else picking him up other than you.

Alastor, in all his years, didn't once try to escape despite his situation. Sure, it was peculiar and sudden, but he never once felt uncomfortable in his setting. On the contrary, he felt very much at home with you, and even accepting your affectionate gestures.

A few pecks on the lips, cheek and neck wasn't disgusting when it was from you. He enjoyed your warm hugs where you'd eventually fall asleep on him and have him take you to your room. Only for you to pout and pull him on the bed with you and sleep with him.

He just couldn't say no to you. After all. He did love you. He was yours, as you were his.

IM TAKING ASKS FOR THIS ONE TOO

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[spookysteddie]

The Very First Date

Modern!Steve Harrington x college!fem!reader

Part two to "lemon drop martini" ... Read part one here

18+ MINORS DNI

desc: you finally call Steve for that first date. And it goes better than you imagined

cw: alcohol mention (reader is not in the slightest drunk), slight Dom!Steve, cocky!Steve begging, pet names (baby, sweetheart, angel), unprotected sex, p in v, creampie. (let mw know if I missed anything)

wc: 2.8k

a/n: I hope y'all enjoy this! based off of this ask who asked me for a part two a while ago (I am so sorry). My writers block has lifted after like a year and here we are! So expect more fics soon!

...

Three days. 

You’d waited three days before calling the number on the napkin. 

Well that’s a lie. You actually called the number the next day (after eating a greasy meal, drinking a shit ton of water, and downing some aspirin… nothing like a hangover) from your roommate Alixs phone. But the second he answered, you hung up very fast. 

Alix, of course, called you a little baby back bitch and told you that you needed to call him. That it’d be nice to have some perks around your little college town. 

You rolled your eyes at the sentiment. 

To say you were nervous talking on the phone with him would be an understatement, in fact you were shitting myself. Scared he’d be able to hear it in your voice how nervous you were. Or, worse, that he wouldn’t remember you. 

Four days ago: 

“This is Steve Harrington speaking. How can I help you?”

You took a deep breath, putting a smile on your face in the hopes it’ll translate through the telephone.

“Hi, Steve. I-it’s y/n. From the bar the other night.” You cringe at the slight stutter and the wave in your voice. “You gave me your number on the napkin.” 

You can practically hear the smile in his voice, coolness seeping from his voice, “lemon drop martini girl. Of course I remember you, sweetheart.” 

You quietly sigh in relief that he remembers. 

“Oh good! I’m sorry for not calling sooner. I was a little hung over and then I had to study and take exams. Finals season.” You laugh awkwardly, cursing yourself for rambling and making a fool out of yourself. Alix would be rolling her eyes. 

Steve laughs on the other end of the line, “ah yes. I hated finals. Very frustrating. Hence why I dropped out, much to my fathers dislike.” 

One thing about you is that you love oversharing. But you love when other people overshare even more. There’s nothing like bonding over a trauma dump. 

You giggle into the phone which makes Steve giggle too, the sound mimicking a sweet song. All you want to make him do it again. 

“Anyway, sweetheart, I was wondering if you had plans for Friday night?” His tone is cool and relaxed. You could only wish to sound like that. 

Your heart pounds in your chest, words failing you for a moment. “Oh! Um, nothing actually.”

“Perfect. Hows ‘bout you and I go on a little date? I know a great place. Kinda fancy. What do you say?” 

You could kick your feet like a little girl at the prospect of going out with him. You, also, are tempted to make him wait. To give him just a little bit of a hard time. It was what you'd usually do to the men you like. But there was something in the back of your mind begging you not to. 

“I-I would like that, Steve.” 

“Great! I’ll pick you up at 7. Give you time to study and get ready. Take a nap even.” 

…

 “I can’t do this. I can’t go. I mean, fuck, I have nothing to wear.” 

Nothing to wear was an understatement. You could hardly see the floor of your bedroom, clothes littering it with only a small path for where you keep walking from the mirror to your closet. 

Alix sits on your bed, drinking some wine and eating some popcorn. “I liked the black leather. I don’t know why you won’t just wear that one. You look hot in it.” 

You slide your hands down the front of the blue, sequence dress you have on. “I just feel like that’s not enough. And isn’t it a little … short for a dress for a nice restaurant?” 

Alix shrugs, “I mean, probably but who cares. You look hot.” She sips her wine and says again, “well you look hot in everything.” 

You look over at her, “while that’s sweet, he’s going to be here in fifteen minutes and I need a few shots to calm my nerves so help me pick a dress, please.” 

She rolls her eyes at my dramatics, downing her wine. “I think you should wear the short black one you wore two weeks ago. Not the leather one, the velvet one. Makes your ass look great. Oh with your Louboutins! You spent a lot of money on them and have worn them once. It’s a sin.” 

One thing is for sure, you did spend a lot of money on them, charging them to your dads credit card. 

One change and two shots of vodka later, you were walkin down the steps of your condo to an awaiting Steve. He’s in dark jeans, a black t-shirt and a gray jacket. His hair is just as perfect as the last time you saw him. (which was via instagram… gotta do the research right?)

He whistles long and low as you approach, and in a quick stroke of confidence you decide to do a little spin. He claps slowly as you face him and so, you bow. Just slightly so you don’t accidentally flash him. Not the way you want to start this date. 

“Well hello to you too, Harrington,” you say as you smirk. 

He slips his hand in his pockets, a smirk on his lips that you feel right between your legs. “You look very pretty tonight, sweetheart. I mean you’d look pretty in a potato sac but,” he shrugs. “We should get going.” 

You smile and nod at him. 

And the bar is clearly in fuckin hell, because him opening the door for you makes you want to jump his bones. But then again, no man has ever opened a door for you so… we can let it slide. 

“Such a gentleman.” “Chivalry is not dead sweetheart.” 

… 

Steve is very thoughtful. Sure, he asked all the usual questions you ask on a first date. 

What’s your major?

Do you have any siblings?

What do your parents do for work?

Oh, your dad is in sales? Funny mine too.

He gives you guilt money? Mine too! Look at us 

He also, orders you and him a bottle of wine (he has great taste) but lets you order your own meal (again the bar is in fucking hell). The place he takes you to is nice and the food is the best food you’ve had since you left home after summer break. 

“So Steve, what made you decide to open up a bar in town?” You eat a spoonful of dessert, eyes never leaving his. 

He takes a spoonful of his own dessert. “I was sick of working for everyone else. I knew if I made a unique bar, something you and your friends have never seen, others would want to check it out. Then you’d tell all your friends, who’d tell their friends, etc.” He grins as he talks, keeping eye contact with you. 

It felt like a game of ‘who is going to look away first.’ A game you weren’t going to lose. Slowly, you pull the spoon out of your mouth, dipping it back in to your dessert. “Interesting. Great concept if you ask me.” 

He huffs a small laugh through his nose, “I’m glad you enjoyed my bar.” 

You scrunch your brows, the wine making you bold, “who said I enjoyed it?” 

Now he really laughs, “you seemed to really enjoy all those lemon drop martinis. So much so you had a hangover the next day. I tried giving you waters but you threatened to gut me.” 

Your jaw hangs open, “fibber.” 

“I haven’t been called a fibber since I was a kid,” he smiles. “But yes you did tell me you would gut me. And then you left and I thought I’d never hear from you again.” 

You can’t help but feel slightly guilty inside for not calling sooner. Well, you did call sooner but chickened out. 

“And here we are.” 

“Yes, here we are.” 

He seems to think for a moment, sipping his wine (one he ordered that would go well with the dessert. He was right.)

“Wanna get out of here, sweetheart?” He looks up at you through his lashes, tongue rolling down the inside of his cheek. 

He wasn't… demanding. You knew without a shadow of a doubt that you could turn him down. That he would take you home with a smile on his face. There would be no fuss, no fight, no name calling. No pressure. 

And for that very reason, with a smile on your pretty face you answer him, “yours or mine?” 

… 

You’re not even through the door of his apartment before his mouth is on yours, his large hands on your face. The kiss starts soft, testing the waters and it isn’t very long before you deepen it. Your tongues dance but there is no fight for dominance, you let him win. You want him to win. 

His lips trail over your jaw before slowly moving down your neck, gently nipping at your skin. 

“Such a pretty girl,” he says in between kisses. 

He sucks a bruise into your shoulder, easy to cover up, just in case. You let out a soft moan, hands coming up to tug at his hair. 

“You-you’re pretty too.” 

You can feel him grin against you, head lifting as his body cages you in, “I don’t think anyone has ever called me pretty. Well besides Eddie but that was mocking.” 

You laugh, moving in and kissing him slowly, sweetly, “you are a very pretty boy.” 

You can feel his hard dick jerk at the sentiment, and you keep it as a mental note. You know, just in case you need it. 

“Fuck, can’t say shit like that.” 

“No? Why not?” 

“Cause it makes my cock hard. And it’ll be very embarrassing if I cum in my pants. Can't ruin my reputation.” The smirk on his face makes you almost pass out. You swear to God you can feel every word in your core. 

“Hmmm, we can’t have that can we?” You push his jacket off his shoulders before running your hands down to the hem of his shirt. “Should take me to bed so we don’t risk you cumin’ early.” 

It’s all the permission he needs. His lips are back on yours, his hands under your ass and picking you up. You wrap your legs around his waist, hands in his hair as he carries you to the bed. 

He puts you down gently, his lips never leaving yours. Not for a moment. Not until he pulls away to tug his shirt over his head. You take the moment to take him in, his body lithe and toned.  You also can’t help noticing the scars on his side that look a little like bite marks. Bite marks from something that isn’t human, something you make a mental note to ask him about at a later date. 

“Sculpted from marble, god damn.” You don’t mean to say it out loud, never wanting to stroke a man's ego. 

Steve just grins as he finds the zipper on the side of your dress, pulling it down slowly down, his knuckles slowly touching your skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake. You shiver under the touch and he notices. You’re quickly learning that Steve notices everything.

It isn’t long before he’s pulling the dress down your body, leaving you in only your underwear. Underwear that barely covers you, a wet patch on full display. If it was anyone else, you’d be embarrassed. 

“Are you this wet for me?” His tone is mocking and he’s practically cooing at you, “go on. Answer me.” 

Your eyes widen. Men have been demanding in the bedroom, plenty of them thinking they’re little tough guys. But none of them get that from you, none of them deserving. You’re not sure why you want to give that to him. You’re not sure what makes him different. And honestly, that is a problem for future you to talk about in therapy. 

“Yes,” you reply, voice a little higher than usual. “S’all for you.” 

The smirk he gives you makes your heart speed up. “Such a sweet, pretty thing. God, I want to devour you.” 

His lips move to your chest, sucking a peaked nipple into his mouth. You can’t help but arch into his mouth, a small moan falling from your lips, his hand coming to play with your neglected breast. And it isn’t long before he swaps sides, his teeth nipping and sucking. 

“Please. More.” 

He laughs, moving to oblige you and kissing down your sternum before settling between your legs. “May I?” 

Him asking makes your heart stutter in your chest, “yes. God yes. Please.” 

Steve tugs your underwear down your legs, tossing them to meet the rest of the clothes on the floor. “I think I could get used to praying to me.” 

He doesn’t give you time to answer before he licks up your cunt, stopping at the top to suck on your clit. The moan that comes out of you is loud and you’re thankful the windows are closed. “Fuck, Steve!” 

He pushes a finger inside of you, curling them to reach the spongy spot inside you. “And you moaning my name is even better. Why don’t you do it again, angel” 

He pushes another finger inside you, the burn causing you to grip his hair. “Steve please!” 

“Please what, sweetheart?” 

He moves his fingers faster, continuing to hit your sweet spot over and over again. His mouth moves to your clit, sucking gently. He keeps his eyes on you, observing, listening to every sweet moan and sigh that comes out of you. He files them away in his brain so he never forgets what drives you crazy. 

“Need to… I-I need” 

He sucks hard before pulling back, “need what? Go on, use your words.” 

You gasp, “to cum. I- please.” 

Begging wasn’t what you did for men. If anything, they begged you. Begged you to let them cum. 

Steve doesn’t say a word, just grins and uses his free hand to press on your stomach. That is your undoing. “Steve!” You pulse around his fingers, breath getting caught in your chest. You feel warm all over, head emptying as he works you through it. 

“That’s it baby. That’s a good girl. Bet that feels so good doesn’t it?” 

You try to answer, you really do. But all you can manage is a small nod. 

“Gonna let me fuck you?” 

Again, you can only manage a nod. 

“That’s my girl.” 

And before you can even process his words, he flips you over on your stomach, hands pulling your hips in the air. You’re on full display for him. He can see everything. But you couldn't care less, all you want is him inside you. 

And you get your wish. He moves slow, making sure he doesn’t hurt you. He’s big and you can feel every inch of him stretching you. It’s a tight fit even with how wet you are. 

“Holy shit this pussy is amazing baby. Squeezing me so tight.” 

His other hand braces himself by your head before dropping down to his forearms. He’s so close to you now, inside and out, his hips moving slowly so you adjust to him, and his breath fanning across your face. 

“F-faster. Faster.” Your hands rake down his back, nails digging into his back, making him hiss. 

He snaps his hips faster, grinning down at you. “Just so needy huh?” 

You nod feverishly, “yes. F-feels so fucking good.” 

He laughs at you now, kisses you. “Such a dirty mouth, baby. Pretty girls aren’t supposed to swear.” 

“Says-says you… swear all the time. L-like a sailor.” 

He hums. “Dirty mouth for a dirty fuckin girl.” 

“That-that’s me.”

He fucks you faster and you feel like coil growing tighter and tighter inside you. You wrap your legs around his waist, not wanting him to get too far away. He groans and you can tell he’s close. 

“Want… no need you to cum inside me. I’ll d-die if you don’t,” you beg. You know you’ll probably regret it in the morning, all that you’ve said here in this bedroom. But at the moment you can’t find it inside you to care. Mainly because he was taking up every inch of you. 

“Yeah? Need it? I’ll give it to you baby. Will give you anything you want.” 

And it’s all you need to fall over the edge, walls clenching around him so hard he falls with you. A mutual “fuck!” falls from both your and his lips. 

You're both panting as you come down from the high. He pushes your hair out of your face and kisses you sweetly. Suddenly Steve is giggling, his head falling into the crook of your neck.

“What? Why are you laughing?” you ask with just a little bit of worry. 

“I am so fucking glad you ordered a lemon drop martini.”