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ohtobealady · 2 days

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Love your cobert drabbles and fanfics!! Please write more!! Hope you are doing well 😘🥰😉

So I had a very, very old request for a long-lost prompt list. They requested #18 which was an angsty “All you had to do was stay.” I do not know where that request went, so I am answering this more open-ended one from 2020 instead. Thank you Anon of Bygone Times. I am doing well! And I hope you are, too.

Just felt like doing a little something! Hurt/Comfort really. Post ANE. Please forgive the clunkiness xoxox

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Angst #18 - All You Had to Do Was Stay

Her mouth felt as if it was stuffed with cotton and her tongue felt dry and thick. It was over, but the taste remained: mineraly and sharp, a bitter tang. It filled up her entire mouth and nose, the taste and smell indistinguishable from each other. She needed water.

Cora opened her eyes and immediately blinked. She worked for a moment to adjust her vision, pressing her eyelids softly and then peering into the afternoon rays of sun coming in at an odd angle to the room. Oh, her head pounded and throbbed. Water; where was the water?

She closed her eyes again and rested her head back against the thin pillow. She’d prayed it wouldn’t be like this. The first few times she’d done the treatment, as Doctor Clarkson had called it, she’d gagged, of course. But she managed the small measured portions of raw liver she’d been prescribed to eat over the course of the day. She could have the injections just as soon as they were shipped from London; this would get easier—less frequent. But after a week, and with the shipment still missing, she found she could no longer stomach it. She managed her portion at luncheon, just barely finding the strength to swallow the gelatinous mush in her mouth that had once been neat cubes upon her plate. But then the vomiting began at tea. And it didn’t stop. The smell of it, the vomit a dark red in the basin, set her mouth to watering and nose burning as a precursor to even more retching.

So Robert had taken her here the next morning—this morning—, in spite of her protesting, to the hospital.

Cora groaned. Whatever strength and newfound energy she’d enjoyed before was completely depleted now and what remained were aches and fatigue. She wouldn’t think of what it may mean—that the incessant vomiting of the last day and night had undone all of her progress—but instead tried her best to look at the bright side. The injections would be in soon, and there’d be less liver. Not no liver, she knew. But less. She could stomach less.

With this, she opened her eyes again. Late afternoon, she could tell. The hospital bed beneath her felt stiff and narrow. The quilt was rough. She attempted to ease herself up slowly, the blood in her head thumping and her stomach sore from its terrible labor.

But then the small creak of a wooden chair to her right, and the warm weight of his hand upon her blanketed shin stilled her.

“Lie back.”

“Robert,” her voice croaked softly, her protest pitiful and weak. “I’m alright.”

“You aren’t. You need rest.”

Despite her scoff, Cora did lie back. She hadn’t even the energy to roll her eyes. “I’m alright. Really.”

“So you said.” His voice was gentler in his contradiction than before, and even though her eyes were closed, Cora could feel the way he shifted in the wooden chair. She could feel the way he leaned closer to her, and she felt his hand move from her leg and to her arm. His fingers encircled it, and she felt him draw a soft line along the thin and fragile bone of the inside of her wrist. She sighed; her head hurt a little less. “We were pleased to see you’ve kept down the last portion.”

She hummed a reply. “Best not to speak too soon.”

“Doctor Clarkson says if you can keep down the next, he’ll send us home to bed.”

She swallowed down what she wanted to respond: She didn’t want another portion. The very thought of it prickled up beads of cold sweat upon her hairline. She did groan, but took in a long breath to steady herself. “I’ve been resting all day.”

“Yes. And he has given you direction to rest as much as possible tomorrow. That is, if you’re well enough to leave.”

“Oh, Robert,” she opened her eyes. “I don’t wish to take up a bed for anyone who may really need it.”

She felt the way his fingers moved upon her wrist. “I suppose you think you don’t?”

“I don’t need it. I’ve been ill, yes, but not ill enough for constant monitoring.” She shook her head, closed her eyes, and swallowed down the dry burn of her throat. Her voice was hoarse from the vomiting. “Besides, I’d like to see you try keeping all that liver down.”

His fingers tightened. The chair creaked. And in the absence of what she thought would be a low chuckle, Cora slowly opened her eyes to find him looking down at her.

“I wish I could do this for you.”

She sighed. “Do what?” she asked, even though she knew.

“All of it.”

She knew. Her chest ached when he looked away from her, his chin trembling. Yes, she knew. For she felt the same when he was lying in this bed a few short years ago and she was the one on the creaking chair praying that somehow they could exchange places. She’d suffer it for him, she knew. And he would suffer this for her. “Oh, darling.“

“I hate seeing you so ill. Last night. I’m so terribly sorry you must endure this.”

It took more energy than she thought she had to slip her wrist from his grasp and for her fingers to find his hand instead. She squeezed, quickly and firmly, and smiled when he at last met her eye.

“No. I don’t want that. No apologies or pity. Hmm?” She smiled wider for his sake, and she tried her best to level her voice, to not sound quite so weak. “All I want is this. For you to stay beside me. Holding my hand.”

He chuckled, softly and sadly. “You’ll have some of my pity. It can’t be helped.” At this, he brought her fingers to his lips and pressed them. They felt warm against her skin. “But I will hold your hand.”

#cobert #downton abbey #cora crawley #robert crawley #cobert drabbles

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alienaiver · 1 year

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hi ! can you do 28 with ushijima please ?

i certainly can! i admit, i love ushijima but i always struggle in writing him a bit - theres some vagueness for me to how his behavior in a romantic setting would be, so i just hope this is still within a range you enjoy!! 🥹🧡 (ALSO i have a confession to make... i counted wrong when i went looking for 28 but i didnt realize until AFTER id written this 🤡)

so the prompt was: "you don't have to hide your tears from me" and it's 1k words long! 🥰🧡

there're no warnings, it's fluffy! (tho reader is a little sad - for reasons i left entirely unspecified 🧡)

Ushijima bends down to pick up his runners from the bottom shelf of your shoe rack. It's his old pair -- they're still very usable, but he didn't want to buy two new pairs he'd have to break in at the same time and since he needed a pair for your apartment as well, he'd just brought the old ones here. It's barely past 6AM on a sunday, but he plans to take the longer route today, seeing as it is his day off. When he comes back, he's planning to prepare his protein pancakes for you, just to prove that they are able to taste sweet and good even if they're made with protein powder.

Plus, you're always complaining you're not strong enough to carry something whenever you're together. He doesn't mind carrying it for you, loves doing so, if he's being honest, but when it seems to be such a repeated issue, he decided he might help you in any way he's able (oh, how he's misunderstanding).

His run is refreshing. He mapped out a route in your area the first time he slept over. Both a long one for his days off and a shorter one before he has to go to the stadium. He passes by the bakery in a breeze and doesn't even notice his coach, Suzaku, in the window, eating a pastry - or the way that he guiltily chokes on a bite when he spots Ushijima.

By a traffic light, he reaches for his waterbottle in the small utilitybelt you'd given him for christmas. A small bottle made with the belt makes him able to bring water with him without holding it in his grasp. When you'd prompted him about why he didn't bring water on his runs, he had to admit that he subconsciously squeezed the bottles so hard they broke and that it wasn't practical.

He loves the way you listen to him, make mental notes of the small things and laugh at his jokes (not even Tendou laughed much at the same jokes back in high school, informed him that they hardly qualified as jokes). The added bonus of your gorgeous smile and beautiful laugh makes his heart squeeze too. Your jokes are infinitely better than his though, and nothing brings him greater joy than to sit you on the kitchen counter as he does the dishes next to you as you tell him about your day or recent work drama.

When he returns, he only mumbles out a small "I'm back" more from habit than to actually announce his arrival to you. He takes out his AirPods as he toes off his shoes, breaths still coming in puffs.

He hears your voice in hushed tones, but he can't discern the words from here, so he calls out to you as he walks towards your bedroom.

"Y-yeah, I'll say hi from you. He's here now."

You're still in bed, back turned to him and your phone by your ear as you end the call you were in. He wants to butt in and tell you to continue talking and that he'll just make breakfast but there's a tilt to your voice that he doesn't recognize. His stomach twists as he stands in the doorway, waiting.

You hang up and put your phone down. For a few beats all is silent before you inhale a sharp and deep breath, straightening your spine.

"Welcome back, 'Toshi!"

It seems you're willing your voice back to a familiar tone and rythm, but Ushijima's gut is telling him that it's a facade. He doesn't like that.

You throw the blanket away from you and sit up and Ushijima moves to your side of the bed, sitting next to you, all close and personal and so, so sudden.

You're not prepared for that action, so you hadn't come around to wipe the tears from your face.

You scratch at your eye in an effort to play it off, "Those damn allergies...."

Ushijima's mouth tightens to a thin line but he's not sure what to do, what to say.

You shake your head as you let out a perfomative sigh, clapping your eyes together, "so! What's the plan today?"

"What's wrong?"

You freeze.

You really like Ushijima. He's become a really important person in your life, even if your love is still new and in bloom. It's too early to say you love him out loud and it's definitely too early to show him this self-loathing, semi-depressive side of yourself... right?

Gently and very slowly, like he's handling a scared and feral animal, he takes your hand in his. It's not until he coos at you and starts making comforting circles into your wrist that you realize you've started crying again. Shit.

You heave in a breath and strain your eyes to stop the tears, willing them back with every fiber of your being, a tense laugh escaping you followed by a string of apologies.

"You don't have to hide your tears from me."

You look suddenly at him, like a deer caught in the headlights. You then apologize again as you lean your head to his shoulder, "it's just... you're so strong, 'Toshi, I don't want... to accidentally scare you away."

There's silence for a while, Ushijima's gears turning in his head. He's unsure which part of him you refer to as strong, unsure if it's supposed to be such a vague compliment. He then hums as he decides to make one thing clear for you, "it's not weak to cry. I want to be in your life - in every part of it, too. Just like I carry the groceries and the heavy furniture you keep finding off of Marketplace listings, I want to help carry the emotional burden, too."

You huff out a laugh at his jab on your impulse buys. You raise your head to his neck to breathe in his scent. There's still a hint of sweat on him and he definitely smells like he needs a shower, but you smile.

"I love you."

#aaaaah i hope you like this!!!! i left it vague-ish who said the last line hehe #i apologize for the wait! did not plan to get sick again tbh #the rest are slowly on their way as well! 🥰#haikyuu x reader #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #nohr.writing #nohr.hq #writing game

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ambrosiagoldfish · 2 months

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I loved your Adam x 3rd spouse piece! I think you really captured his personality! I also just really like you're writing style! You did an qmzyjob and I think you'll continue make amazing pieces like this? Have a wonderful day or night and continue to rest if you can! 🥰🥰🥰

Benefit of the doubt Pt.3

Adam x 3rd Spouse! Reader

Viewer discretion is advised

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Angsty, General Adam TW’s, Reader HIGHKEY has a complex about being loved, Reader finally talks about their issues, Lucifer and Lilith scout for new kissing partner but fails miserably/hj, Lilith will probably be OOC in the future (once Season 2 comes), Adam has abandonment issues, Adam is a puppy in private but a bitch in public, And the couch returns once again (why do all the sad things happen on this couch), This is set way before the show, and Gn! Reader! (Annnnnd We popped the Y/n cherry! It’s used only once tho)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Request box: Open

Word count: 3664

A/N: Hi!!! Thanks so much! I’m using your request as the ask for part 3 so I hope that’s ok! You all were so nice with all the love for part 1 and 2 😭😭🫶🫶 this part is also pretty long but I just couldn’t stop writing it. I wanted to do 1 more part set in the past before we jump to the angst that is the show. So I guess you could call this the penultimate part! A lot of people wanted to see Lucifer hit on Reader and try to do what he did with Lilith and Eve but with Reader. And I had quite a hard time coming up with a reason that could occur in the past but I think I figured it out.

Since Luci and Lilith would still be together at this time I’ve decided to add Lilith in as well for POLY GOALS. Also they may seem malicious but I genuinely don’t think they are (they just find Reader hot LBH) 😭😭 Also I added a few more people to the tag list!

Tags: @tired-of-life-86 @nervoussystemss @qopia @lovelyemily

It’s been a while since Adam first moved into your newly shared home. You weren’t sure exactly how long, it was hard to keep track of time in heaven. Days seemed to blur together. It made sense to you at least, it is heaven after.

After Adam moved in, your life was filled with so many new things to experience with him, and the same was true for him. While he may seem a bit brutish, (and at times he can be) he loved the new things you showed him, the new feelings you showed him.

You were so kind, so thoughtful and so, so patient with him. You never forced him to do something he didn’t want to do but you would still push him to explore new things, even managing to convince him to be a part of heaven's official duties. That’s why, at times like these, you knew exactly what to do.

The sound of Adam slamming the front door as he entered the house made you jump. Even from a few feet away, you could hear him mumbling curses about something as he plopped himself down on the couch. You followed quickly behind, gently laying next to him

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You try to keep your voice light and soothing. Looking at him it was obvious that something was bothering him. The gold feathers of his wings were unkempt from them flaring up, his halo was slightly crooked and his LED mask showed an almost snarled expression.

Your hand slowly caressed his wings, moving the out of place feathers back to normal. But no matter how hard you tried they would stick back out.

“It’s nothing, just some lame shitty meeting I have to go to tomorrow” he crosses his arms and looks away from you.

“Hmm? Something tells me there’s more to it than that, right?” You snuggle into his belly, rubbing it softly .

His mask pouts “Dammit’ bitch, how do you always see through me, huh?” He sighs defeatedly before continuing “You know how more people are starting to kick the bucket or whatever? Well, heaven’s worried about the surplus of sinners so they're having the aforementioned shitty meeting to come to a solution and…”

He pauses

“And?” You look at him anticipatingly

“And… He’ll be there.” Oh… So that's why he’s upset. “They’re having the meeting in their brand new “heaven embassy” down in hell.” His voice mocks

“Oh, I’m so sorry Adam, Have you tried asking Sera if you can sit this one out?”

Adam groans, putting his face in his hands “Yeah like forty fucking times but she keeps saying that it’s my “heavenly duty” and she won’t let me.”

You bring your arms around Adam’s neck pulling him in towards you. You weren’t sure what to do if you were being honest. There’s nothing you can do really, if even Sera won’t let him miss it. Hmm…

“Adam, I know it’s gonna suck but if you can’t get out of it, then that’s that.” Adam looks at you a little confused “but I can go with you, I’m sure Sera wouldn’t mind an extra pair of hands in the discussion.”

“What! Hell no!” He shouted as he sat up from the couch, shaking his head defiantly.

You look at him confused, “Why?”

“That’ll only make the whole thing fucking worse! If it’s just me, I don’t have to worry that he’ll get anywhere near you!” Adam’s mask turns into a slight grimace as he attempts to keep his eyes off you.

You make your way to him, the sound of your footsteps falling off as you stop in front of him. You grab his hand as the other one moves up to his face, cupping it.

“Adam…” you rubbed circles on his hand as you continued “We’re partners. You haven’t forgotten my promise right?” You play with the golden ring on his finger.

Adam groans “No, I haven’t… sigh Shit- Fine! But… just stay by me, alright?” Your face lights up before your arms wrap around his shoulders joining you both in an embrace

“Of course,” you rub his wings gently before you grasp his hands in yours, leading him by them. “Come on, you must be tired right? It’s getting late. Couch or bed?”

“Couch. I’m way not in the mood to make a bed right now.” You laugh at his comment as you pull him to lay on the couch with you. His soft, warm body pushes up against you as you both slowly drift off to sleep for the day ahead.

A not-too familiar sight laid before you, the pearly gates of heaven, guarded by the one and only Saint Peter. There was no real reason for you to ever come here. You never had the chance to die, which is when most, if not all Winners see it for the first time. No one’s allowed to leave heaven unless given permission by a higher up and on top of all that, you weren’t really that enticed to leave the oh-so perfect afterlife, so there had never been a reason to see these golden gates.

But now, here you were standing behind them with some other angels. You didn’t know most of them, the only ones you recognized were Sera and Adam. As expected, it was pretty easy to convince Sera to let Adam take you along. They even prepared an extra wide seat for both of you to share. How generous!

Ever since you woke up this morning, Adam had been… Nervous? Scared? The right word doesn’t really matter but he’s been sweating buckets and was clearly more agitated than normal. His feathers were once again unkempt and you tried your best to keep them in order but he always seemed to get them messy.

Eventually, right on schedule, a flaming portal opened in front of the group. Sera was the first to enter, then followed by the others. Finally it was just you and Adam but as you take a step towards the portal, Adam stops you

“What is it?” You look up at him.

“Just… stay by me, ok?” Adam’s voiced was softer than normal, a way he only did when you two were alone

Nodding your head with a smile, your hand comes down and interlocks his. One of his bright golden wings veils itself around you, bringing you closer to him. You snuggle into him slightly before you both step into the portal.

You didn’t know what to expect when you stepped through the portal but a sight that was almost like home awaited you. The familiar gold that heaven was so fond of was everywhere in the building, accents of white and orange were also present. All and all, it was a familiar sight in a not-so familiar place.

But there was definitely something that wasn’t familiar in that place. Sitting in a chair at the end of the room was him, Lucifer Morningstar. The aura he had definitely made him seem angelic but there was clearly something about him that separated himself from divinity. Though you do have to admit that he was much shorter than you anticipated.

There was something that surprised you however, to his left sat a tall woman with long blond hair and horns. It took you a second to put 2&2 together but when you heard Adam mutter “Shit…” you knew immediately it was Lilith. And from Adam’s reaction even he wasn’t expecting her to be there.

You squeeze his hand gently as comfort, giving him a smile before you both walk to your seat. Your body is pushed closer to him as his wing wraps tighter around you. Looks like there’s no calming him down.

Finally the meeting starts, Sera begins by explaining the issue of the fast growing population in hell, leading to groups trying to form uprisings against heaven. To be honest you didn’t really understand it too well, just a lot of business-y sounding words that weren't really your forte. So you just stayed quiet.

From what you could tell, the meeting was going… well? They haven’t been able to agree on a proper decision even with Sera leading the conversation. Adam though, was being eerily quiet. You don't even think he’s said a word since you both got there. Sera seemed to notice this.

“Adam, want to share any ideas?” Sera spoke in an encouraging tone slightly gesturing to him. This seemed to catch Lucifer and Lilith’s attention. Maybe they didn’t recognize Adam because of the mask?

Adam was caught off guard but still talked “Oh uh… Man, I don’t know, can’t we just fucking kill them?” Both you and Sera looked over in surprise, “What? That would solve the problem wouldn't it? “ He shrugged

Sera sighed “Ok, how about we take a short recess to clear our minds to let in new ideas. We’ll resume the meeting in 30 minutes”

With that, everyone went their separate ways for the time being, you and Adam were the first to leave the board room, he practically was pulling you along and you could tell he wanted out of there. You both ended up in the lobby, neither of you saying a word.

The silence was so very loud. The only sound was yours and Adam’s breathing. Adam’s hand was still firmly tied to yours, not even the slightest hint of letting go. You rubbed your thumb in circles over his hand when a voice echoed through the air

“Adam, may I have a word?” Sera’s voice echoed lightly through the lobby. She gestured to a door next to her. You both made your way over to her and was about to go in when Sera put her hand in front of Adam stopping him

“What the hell Sera?!”

“Alone, please.”

Adam’s LED eyes widened his mouth slightly agape. He looked down with a scowl before turning his face to you. Your free hand going up to his mask, caressing it.

“Go talk with Sera,”

“But-“

“Shh, I’ll be fine,” You give him a kiss on the cheek, the cold of the metallic mask reaching your lips, “I’ll just be in the lobby, I won’t go anywhere till you get back. Ok?” Adam didn’t look at you, clearly avoiding eye contact, you grab his chin lightly and gently turn him to look at you,

“Ok?”

Adam’s mouth formed a frown and he groaned “Fuck- fine, ok…” You gave him a smile as Sera walked into the room, you felt his grip loosen and loosen, until finally his soft hand left yours as he walked into the room. He gave one final look back before closing the room's door.

Silence filled the air once again. It wasn’t like it was with Adam, that comfortable silence that you shared ever so often. This one laid in the air, thick and heavy, threatening to suffocate you at any given moment. You sat on one of the many yellow and white sofas in the lobby.

You tried your best to ignore it. Paying attention to less important details about the scenery around you. The weird zigzagging pattern of the carpet of the floor, the intricate designs on the doors, the huge windows. Heaven sure had a unique taste in interior design.

You tried so hard to ignore the silence that you eventually ignored the sound that broke said silence. Footsteps began echoing through the lobby approaching you. You didn’t realize someone was next to you until you heard a voice say.

“Ahem Hello!” A male voice startled you as it chimed in with a sickening sweet tone. You look towards the direction of the voice only to be greeted by the king of hell himself, Lucifer. You jumped back to the other side of the sofa in shock.

“Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to scare ya.” He chuckled softly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m Lucifer, But judging on your reaction, I guess you already knew that. I’ve never seen you before so you must be relatively new, right?”

You nodded your head sheepishly to answer his question. You honestly didn’t know what else to do, what could you do? You slowly picked yourself up from the sofa.

“I’m sorry but I have to go-“ you turn to leave only to bump into a tall woman. You must have been so surprised by Lucifer that you completely missed Lilith coming up behind you.

“But we haven’t even learned your name yet, Dear.” The woman’s voice sounded both somber but also welcoming, it was quite frightening how much it could calm your nerves if you kept listening to it. “How about we talk? No harm in it, right?”

“That’s a wonderful idea, Darling!” Lucifer came up from behind you, a sharp smile on his face. “Come on, sit and chat!”

Crap… they had you cornered. You had no telling what they’d do if you set them off, you wanted the meeting to go as smoothly as possible, for Adam. A few minutes to indulge them. that’s it.

You bit your lip but sighed “Ok… but just a few minutes”

“Great!” Lilith took your shoulders moving you to sit down beside her as Lucifer sat on the other side, sandwiching you between them. “So, I’ll ask again, what’s your name?”

You hesitated for a moment but decided it was better to get the conversation over with as quickly as possible.

“Y/n”

“That’s a very beautiful name,” Lucifer spoke, his tone trying to make him sound almost charming, almost. “So, if you don’t mind us asking, who are you to… Adam?” He gestured over to the door Sera and Adam went through earlier.

“I’m his spouse.” This time you answered with complete confidence, not even a shred of hesitation in your voice.

“Ah!” Lucifer nodded his head in understanding. “How’s that going?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I for one know how much of a hassle that man-child is,” Lilith laughs, covering her mouth slightly “I asked around, is it true he hasn’t taken that ridiculous mask off since he got it, hmm? Has he even shown you his real face yet?”

“No but-“

“He can be so… tiresome at times, don’t you agree?”

“No. I don’t. Adam is the best thing to ever happen to me-“

“Exactly.” Lucifer interrupted you as your eyes furrowed “You don’t have anything else to compare it to. Of course you’d see trash like the “first man” as the best thing ever.”

Trash. That word really set you off, at least it would have, if it wasn’t for the next sentence .

“But hey! It’s fine! Eve was the same way! You too are honestly very alike, let me tell you-“

Thousands upon thousands of thin threads binding you up. That’s what this conversation felt like. Each annoyance was just a new thread getting tighter and tighter as they were pulled taut, threatening to simply slice through your body, your soul. But they didn’t, instead they kept stretching past their limits until finally those words came.

Like… Eve. It felt like each of those tightly pulled threads were all cut at once with those words. Any and all tension suddenly seemed to disappear. A strange sensation of losing any care about your situation.

You know what? To hell with the meeting! You quickly stood up from the sofa causing them both to jump slightly. You turned toward them, your voice was louder than you thought was possible for you. You weren’t sure what had gotten into you but you felt so… Angry.

“I am nothing like Eve. And I’m especially nothing like either of you.” You had enough, it was untelling what would happen if you stayed. You started walking toward the room Adam was in when Lucifer grabbed your arm

“Wait! That’s not what I meant-“

“Don’t touch me, snake” you stared daggers at him before quickly grabbing his hand and shoving it off.

“We’re sorry if we upset you Dear, but that’s no way to talk to someone” Lilith walks up to you, putting an arm in front of Lucifer in a protective stance.

You walk up to the tall woman, she was at least two heads taller than you but still, you barred your teeth before speaking “Oh! You really think I care about what the first whore thinks of me, Huh?” Your voice dripped with poison from every word.

Even Lilith seemed caught off guard by your sudden change in demeanor as her face turned into a scowl. Red horns protruded through Lucifer’s head, his eyes turning red with anger. You turn your attention back to him.

“What are you gonna do?” Lucifer’s gaze slightly softened with hesitation “Exactly, nothing. Less’ you want to dig yourself deeper into this cyst pool you’ve created for yourself and end up on even worse terms with heaven.”

Without even sparing them a glance, you try to make it to the room, only to be greeted by Adam and Sera standing by the door. How long were they standing there? You must have not heard them over your screaming..

“What the fuck are you assholes doing to them? ” You rush over and grab him by the hand, the action startling him “Babe, what happened-“

“Nothing. Sera. Open a portal back home.”

“But-“

“Sera!” Your voice was gritty and rough “open a portal. Now... Please…” your voice cracked at the end

Sera had never seen you show so much anger before, but here you were, your entire gaze filled with nothing but pure unadulterated wrath.Threatening to burn anyone who got in your way. Whatever happened clearly set you off like nothing else before.

Sera nods her head “Understood”

“Thank you…”

A familiar flaming portal opened up, you quickly made your way through it with Adam following suit. The portal ended up right inside your home, closing as you both were fully through. You honestly didn’t know where you were going but eventually your body couldn’t go any further than the couch

Feeling the soft couch beneath you made your aching muscles feel like they were melting away, and only then did you realize that you were crying.

Adam crawled next to you, hugging close to you. “What the happened out there, Babe?”

You felt your body slowly break down, as more tears left you then you had cried your entire existence. Adam hugged you tighter, his wings coming over you like a blanket.

“H-How much did you see?” Your voice was shaky as you sniffed slightly.

“Not a lot, just some shit towards the end,what did those bastards say to you?”

You cleared your throat slightly. “I only talked to them because I didn’t want them to get upset and ruin the meeting and make your day even worse than it already was”

Adam’s LED mask shifted into a small sad frown “Sweetheart, you never have to talk to any motherfuckers you don’t want to, let alone for me. “

You smile but look away “it wasn’t… it wasn’t…” you tried to get the words out but couldn’t. You took a deep breath before trying one more time,”It wasn’t the only thing that set me off.” Adam looks at you curious

“They said that I reminded them of… Eve, and it just made me so… angry. I was created for you, to love you-“ your tears start swelling back up as you spoke “I want to be so much better than Eve, than Lilith for you. And then she pointed out how I’ve never seen Your face, which I’ve always been fine with, but at that moment, I started to think ‘what if they’re right?’ What if the reason you don’t want me to see you is because I also remind you of Eve”

You choked back tears “So to be compared to her when I’ve tried so hard… if I’m not better than her for you, then what is even the point of me! I was created to make you happy, if I can’t do that better than someone who hurt you so bad then I’m just useless-“

Soft lips met yours, cutting you off. This felt different than what you normally got on the cheek. It was warm compared to the cold metallic feel you’ve felt previously. Your eyes opened slightly looking at Adam’s LED mask… or what you thought was going to be a mask. He had pulled his mask off while you were crying.

You pulled back from the kiss “Adam your mask!” Adam just kisses back again

“That fucking thing doesn’t matter right now.” He paused “You're not useless and will never be useless to me. Fuck- I love you because I love you! Not because you were created for me or some stupid shit like that! You make me so fucking happy. I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like you were just some object that was made to make me feel better, because you aren’t.”

“Adam…” to think tears could roll down your face this harder than before “I love you so much Adam” you cry into his soft chest.

Adam kisses you again “I love you too Sweetcheeks.” Adam paused before clearing his throat “So umm… how do I look? I hope I didn't disappoint you…”

You look up at his newly unveiled face, just as you had been told, short brown hair, golden eyes, and a little bit of stubble on his chin. By all accounts, he was completely ordinary. So ordinarily perfect.

“Perfect. So so perfect. What’d I do to end up with such a handsome husband, hmm?”

“Oh stop, now you’re just being fucking cheesy” he laughs, he would never admit it but his eyes were a little watery just from hearing you say that.

“It’s true though” you lean in and wrap your arms around him, killing you both with a deep kiss.

Truly ordinary. You couldn’t be happier

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 5 months

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hello!! im not sure if you're still doing requests for miguel, but i'd love to read a miguel x reader where they both find out they enjoy daddy kink and miguel just absolutely spoils them rotten 🥰 can be smutty and fluffy, like a headcanon style thing!! thank you so much <3

hii!! I don’t personally like daddy kink, but I did this in a way that’s similar just bc you asked so nicely (it might even actually be what you wanted lmao, but im not sure) thanks for requesting, hope you like it 💌

MIGUEL BEING A PROVIDER ;) HC’S

miguel o’hara x female reader

warnings. 18+ only! dacryphilia, size kink, tiny mention of sir. mdni

// fluff and smut are split in half (fluff first)

fluff hc's:

— one thing about miguel is he's a provider, always taking care of the special people in his life. he's the kind that loves to give (i say that loosely), especially to those he loves

— he loves to treat his little love: giving them lavish gifts, spoiling them - getting them things they could never afford. nothing has a price tag for his girl

— I imagine him frequently surprising you with dinner and flowers. dressed all smart, fancy car pulled out front, waiting to spoil you for the evening: wines, cheeses, 3-course meal, a violinist playing in the restaurant (which he booked out for the evening btw) all the extravagant things he often does for you, and only you !!

— you never have to lift a finger, never have to work, never have to clean, never have to cook your own meals (unless of course, you wanted to) he believes it's his job to take care of you, and all he wants in return is for you to love him, and give an occasional back rub

smut hc's:

— again, he thinks it's his job to take care of you - to meet your needs, but that doesn't mean he's opposed to an impromptu blowie when he's in the home office/ lab

— don't think he likes being called 'daddy,' so 'sir' would be a good substitute. he likes it when you say it on accident, all breathy and whiney between strokes

— he loves how small you are compared to him. the sheer size of him towering over you, so I def think he loves a bit of missionary or mating press - he's just so massive, and he gets to cage you against the mattress which he loves !! he gets to watch your face as he slowly fucks into you. he gets a bit cocky (??) and says all these things that make you really fucking weak in the knees, "whose fucking you this good?" "like it when I fuck you like this?" "no one does you this good, do they?" but it's all low and quiet, breathy and husky. THE king of, "oh, yeah?" and "mhm-hm,"

— when he's on top - he holds your face in his MAMOTHLY LARGE hands !!! rests his forehead against yours !!! softly grunts against your lips !!! kisses away your tears !!! compliments and praises you for taking him so well !!! sandwhiches his chest with yours so you can't move !!! hikes your legs over his hips/ thighs !!! he's slow with the strokes, letting you feel every SINGLE centimetre. he surprises you with a snappy jab occasionally just to feel you shudder and to hear the harsh moan you make - and when you bury your face the crook of his neck and dig into his back and and and

— THOUGH he does like you on top sometimes. watching you struggle to use his huge cock, whining pathetically when you can't get it to feel good. he'd cave and grab onto your waist, gripping you so he can fuck himself up into you. pounding you from below - balls slapping, skin sticking, the lot. makes you cry with his cock, and he loves it

— also you have to cum at least once before he even gets his dick out, sorry it's his rules

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#request #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel headcanons #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara #miguel o’hara headcanon #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara fluff #miguel x reader #miguel atsv #miguel o’hara hcs

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norrisleclercf1 · 2 months

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i’m OBSESSED with jenson and reporter reader !! can we get more of pregnant reader? i love an overprotective man 🥰 your writing just HITS btw xx

A/N: Jenson is 100% an overprotective Dad/Husband

Sitting down, you don't think twice about kicking off your shoes and putting your feet up. You were relaxing outside the Williams hospitality and enjoying the feeling of the sun. The only bad thing was that you couldn't be on your feet for to long until it started to hurt.

4 months into this pregnancy and it was okay so far, a couple of bumps but nothing major that had Jenson up in arms about you still working. He didn't mind you working, but also would death glare at your camera crew if he saw you standing longer than normal.

Closing your eyes, you let the sun soak into your skin before a shadow is casted over your body. "You're hovering," You mumble knowing damn well who it was. "I'm not hovering, I'm standing." Jenson chuckles, and you pry open your eyes at the lame dad joke. "What? Gotta practice for the little man," His large hand is placed on your baby bump.

Pulling up a chair he sits across from you and kicks up his own feet. "Save the jokes Jensie, shouldn't you be working now?" You ask and smile at Logan and Alex sitting down with you. You can't help but eye the other half of Logan's sandwich.

Noticing it, Logan slowly pushes it over to you as he calmly keeps talking to Alex as you four just relax. "Mrs. Button?" You hum about to take a bite of the sandwich and sigh seeing that the camera crew was ready for you. "It's time," You assistant sighs, hating to interrupt you but needed the shot.

Jenson gently places a hand on your shoulder and pushes you back down. "You can get your shot in 2 hours, leave her alone." Jenson pushes some apple slices your way and smiles seeing the way your eyes light up. Biting into the apple slice you smile, "Mr. Button, but we really need," Jenson turns around and gives your assistant a look which has them scurring off.

"You'll have to apologize for that," You moan, biting into the sandwich. Jenson scuffs at that, "I will not apologize for taking care of my wife and child." Jenson steals an apple slice and turns to Alex and Logan, talking as you giggle and move your chair closer and rest your head on his shoulder. Looking over, he kisses your forehead and you two enjoy your silent lunch as Logan talks about the upcoming race.

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dontaskmemybias · 10 months

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Nightmares and Wet Dreams

Pairing: Non Idol!Hwang Hyunjin x afab reader Request: Yes Theme: Friends/Roommates to Lovers, Sharing a Bed. Contains: Oral Sex (F&M receiving), marking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks). Word Count: 2,049 words Note: MINORS DNI!!! This is a work of fiction and does not portray any of the members irl. Sorry this took so long, I loved the idea and I hope you enjoy it! Leave a comment if you liked it I like reading what y'all say 🥰

"Can't sleep?" Hyunjin mumbles sleepily when he sees you standing in his doorway before glancing at the clock that reads one a.m.

"Had a bad dream, can I stay with you for a while?" Hyunjin was used to this, you frequently had bad dreams that led you to coming to his room late at night so he just smiled at you sweetly and opened the covers for you. You got under the covers and he pulled your body close to his, stroking your hair to try and calm you down.

"It's okay sweetheart, I'm here, just try to relax and get some rest." You hummed in response and nuzzled your face into his chest.

"Thanks Jinnie, I don't know what I would do without you." He smiled and kept petting your head until you fell back asleep.

~✨~

You woke up again a few hours later, the nightmare had stopped but you could still feel the adrenaline running through your body. You and Hyunjin had moved a bit so that now he was spooning you from behind. You smiled at the familiar comfortable feeling of him wrapped around you and tried to let sleep come back to your body. You froze however when you heard a whimper come from your friend. You brought your hand up to his arm, stroking the skin comfortingly, worried he may be having a nightmare. Then you heard him let out a moan.

Definitely not a nightmare.

Hyunjin's grip on you tightened and you gasped when you felt his semi-hard dick rub against your ass. Your face heated up at the action.

"Y/N." Hyunjin moaned almost directly in your ear.

Your brain started running at full speed. Was your best friend having a wet dream about you? You rubbed your thighs together a bit, suddenly feeling very hot and bothered.

You felt Hyunjin's hand slide a bit further around your body and another small groan left his lips. Should you wake him up? If you did what should you do? Pretend you didn't hear anything or tell him what happened? It's not like you had never seen Hyunjin that way, he was the most beautiful man you'd ever laid eyes on and during certain lonely nights he was the only thing that could get you off.

But did he feel that way about you? I guess there was some hard evidence that he does share the feeling pressed against your ass right now. You finally decided that you would wake him and see what to do from there.

"Jinnie, wake up sleepyhead." You shuffled so that you were facing him and ran your fingers across his cheek. He mumbled some incoherent words and you moved your hand to run through his hair.

"Jinnie? Wake up." He grumbled and tightened his arms around you before slowly blinking open his eyes.

"Y/N? Is everything okay?" He grumbled, his low sleepy voice sending shivers down your spine.

"Yeah, you just, whimpered in your sleep. I was worried you were having a nightmare." You half-lied. Even in the dark you could see the flush spread across his cheeks.

"You're sweet, but I'm okay, I was having a really good dream actually. No need to worry." He smiled at you and started rubbing gentle circles on your back.

"What was the dream about?" He froze and cleared his throat before scooting his butt out a little bit, realizing he was now fully hard and trying to hide it from you.

"Oh... I-I don't really remember." He stammered out. Cute. He seemed a little flustered, although, you were as well. Still remembering the way he moaned out your name in that beautiful breathless whisper. You decided to prod a little further, wanting confirmation that what you had heard was correct.

"Really? I think I may have been in your dream, I heard you say my name. Is that ringing any bells?" You carded your hand through his hair. His body was tense. He had said your name? What could he do? It's not like he could just tell you that in his dream he was railing you on this very bed, marking you as his like he has wanted to do for ages. But the way you mischievously smirked at him made him think that there was more to it.

"Did I- did I say anything else?" He hoped that he hadn't, he didn't want to make you uncomfortable. But the way you were caressing his hair and you shuffled just the slightest bit closer to him made him think you were definitely not uncomfortable. But there was something about the way you were acting that made him think there was more to the story.

"No you didn't really say anything else." The emphasis you put on say made his stomach twist.

"Did I do something?" His voice was barely above a whisper now. You face was mere inches away from his own.

The way Hyunjin was now breathing heavily, his eyes semi-lidded while he looked at you gave you the confirmation you needed to be bold.

"You make the prettiest noises when you're all worked up Jinnie." You brought your hand down and caressed his cheek. He closed his eyes at the contact and sighed.

"Fuck don't tell me that angel." The nickname had you swooning. You closed your eyes and let out a content hum.

"Why not?" You all but whispered.

"You make me think I might actually have a chance with you." Your eyes shot open to find Hyunjin staring back into your own.

"You do."

At your words Hyunjin closed the distance and kissed you passionately. You let a small moan escape and he moved his hand from your back to your ass to pull you in closer to him. You put a leg around him and felt his hard-on pressing against your clothed core. Hyunjin let out a deep groan and deepened the kiss, tongue clashing with your own. Your hands roamed through his hair and down his back, caressing every part of him that you could reach.

He pulled away for a second to look into your eyes, he brought a hand up and cupped your jaw.

"You are so beautiful, if you'll allow me I'd like to show you what my dream was about." You clenched at his words and smiled.

"I'd love that."

Hyunjin smiled and laid you back on the bed, hovering over you he began planting kisses down your jaw and neck, sucking and biting, leaving his mark on you. Your breath was staggered, letting out small moans whenever he would hit your sensitive spots. He tugged off your shirt and tossed it on the ground behind you. He took his time kissing down your exposed chest and tummy until he reached the hem of your shorts.

He looked up at you with a teasing look in his eyes as he played with the hem of your shorts. You breathed heavily looking down at him with a smile on your face. He finally, slowly, began pulling your sleep shorts down revealing your cotton panties with a little wet spot on them.

"Fuck, I am the luckiest man on the planet right now." He threw your shorts away and started slowly moving his palms up your legs. You normally would've snapped at him for taking so long but something about the way he looked up at you with blown out pupils and a sexy smirk told you it would be worth the wait.

He finally after what felt like ages reached your clothed core. He used two fingers to rub up and down your soaked panties and you let out a breathy moan at the pressure. He smirked at you and after playing a bit he finally pulled off your underwear and threw them across the room.

"You have such a pretty pussy angel, I can't wait to taste you." Your breath hitched in your throat when Hyunjin brought himself to hover over your cunt, his warm breath on your entrance had you eager for more.

"I'm gonna make you cum so hard the only thing you'll remember is my name how does that sound angel?" You didn't have time to respond before his beautiful lips were on you. You always knew Hyunjin to be a passionate man but the way he was eating you out made you think that this is what he was really meant for. Moans and declarations of his name fell past your lips uncontrollably. You had never received head like this. Hyunjin was analyzing you the whole time, figuring out what made you shake and moan loader and abusing it constantly. You felt the band in your lower stomach tighten.

"FUCK Jinnie right there don't stop, I-I'm gonna cum!" He doubled down on his efforts, desperate to send you over the edge.

"J-JINNIE FUCKFUCK CUMMING!" You screamed as he sent you over the edge. Panting and shaking he didn't stop his assault until you had stopped writhing.

"Jesus baby that was so hot, I love when you call me Jinnie." He grinned, your juices coating the lower half of his face. You finally felt your breathing slow down as he made his way back up to kiss your lips. He moved so he could whisper in your ear.

"We aren't done yet though angel, I promised we would reenact my dream." He bit your earlobe gently before pulling back and stripping himself. Your eyes were raking over his figure, you'd seen him shirtless plenty of times over the years but never in this context. He kept his eyes on you as he pulled his sweats down and you could see how hard he was from the prominent tent in his boxers. You bit your lip as you sat up and grabbed the hem of his boxers.

"May I?" He smirked and nodded. You slowly pulled his boxers down and let his cock spring free from its confines. He smiled and cupped your jaw, bringing you in for a kiss. He followed you back down onto the bed and lined himself up with your entrance before he stopped for a second and looked at you, mildly panicked.

"I-I don't have a condom." You smiled and kissed him.

"It's okay, I'm clean and I have an IUD, if you're clean too we don't need one."

"Fuck." He whispered. Then he began to push into you. His forehead pressed to yours as you both moaned at the feeling of him inside you. Once he bottomed out he gave you a second to get used to the feeling before picking up the pace.

"Fuck I've wanted to do this for so long angel you are so perfect for me." He moaned out.

"R-really?" You asked, a little breathless from how good he was fucking you.

"Really." He looked into your eyes and bent down to kiss you, it was a sweet kiss given the circumstances but it quickly got heated as he started thrusting harder.

"Fuck angel I don't think I'll last much longer you feel so fucking good like this."

"I-I'm -fuck- close Jinnie." Hearing you were close he started fucking you harder. He brought one hand down to play with your clit and it sent you over the edge.

"FUCK cumming Ji-Jinnie!" You saw stars for the second time that night as your best friend-turned-lover fucked you through it. His hips started stuttering and you knew he was close too.

"Shit angel I'm gonna cum where do you want me?"

"Mouth Jinnie wanna taste you!" Hyunjin looked completely fucked out when you said that and pulled out. You sat up on your knees and took him into your mouth and began sucking.

"Fucking hell angel you're so good at that -shit- I'm gonna cum." You doubled down on your efforts and after a few sucks he came in your mouth. You swallowed and smiled up at him, fully satisfied.

You both laid back down and Hyunjin wrapped his arms around you to bring you close to him.

"So.." He seemed a little flustered and nervous. Cute.

"Do you um, would you want to be my girlfriend?" He said it quickly, afraid you'd react poorly. Instead you wrapped yourself tighter around him.

"I'd love that Jinnie."

#skz smut #stray kids smut #stray kids hard hours #stray kids hard thoughts #hyunjin smut #hyunjin hard thoughts #hyunjin hard hours #hwang hyunjin x reader

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your-nanas-house · 3 months

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I have an idea, Cillian and his girlfriend/wife Victoria's Secret model🤭

Sorry if it took me so long, loved this pairing so much!! 🙇🏼‍♀️💅🏻

Missing you

◇ Pairing: Cillian Murphy X Victoria's Secret model!Reader

◇ Warnings: smut, age gap (both off age), model reader, sadness, missing each other, masturbation, phone sex, Cilly takes care of "business", she calls him daddy once, fluff.

◇ Summary: Cillian misses his girlfriend who is on a work trip.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

The sky was getting dark in Dublin, Cillian’s eyes could see it… his light blue eyes staring absently at his window while his focus on the book was completely gone.

Happened sometimes during the day that he started to dissociate, losing himself in his thoughts… especially now that his girlfriend wasn’t there for him because of work.

He really missed her and was feeling kind of lonely but the older man didn’t want to bother her knowing well how work was important and that she needed to focus on it.

She wasn’t an actress but a model, a quite famous one.. since she worked for the brand Victoria’s Secret and was one of the angels.

Cillian was in trance for almost 5 minutes when his phone lit up and interrupted his trail of thoughts, bringing him back to reality that way.

His baby blue eyes glanced at the black screen as his hand reached for it, his whole body moving from the armchair while the book dropped on the small table.

‘Hi, honey. I’m finally on break! How was your day?🥰’ Y/n’s text showed, making Cillian smile softly as he walked closer to the window to close the curtains before replying.

His girlfriend answered again just a couple of minutes later, lighting the dark room with just a message and warming his evening as well.

‘Can I call you?’ the older actor texted her hesitantly, his free hand rubbing slowly against his lips and chin as if he was nervous but still thinking

‘Of course!’ she replied quickly, as soon as she read it.

As the phone started to ring, Cillian’s heart started to beat harder, his body reacting as one of a teenager in love even though he was already in his 40s… and then the world disappeared around him completely as soon as her sweet voice interrupted the beeping of that object.

“Hi love” Y/n hummed softly, noises of rubbing fabric in the background, she was probably busy with the clothes she had to wear at the fashion show she had the next day “How was your day, Cilly?” she added after he whispered a greeting.

The young woman could feel the atmosphere and the mood that was slowly getting at her and just wanted to be sure her boyfriend was alright, even if she had a pretty stressful and long day.

“Cilly” she urged him softly, waiting now patiently still and worried on the sofa of her hotel room, her eyes moving around the room. “I miss you” the Irish man revealed with a tired sigh as he headed to the kitchen and grabbed a cold beer from the fridge “Missed you so much today” he emphasised his state of that moment.

A small smile creeped on Y/n’s face, her cheeks heating slightly up at her boyfriend’s sweetness. It was really one of the qualities she loved most about him.

“You did, baby? I missed you too” she cooed, not finding any discomfort in babying an older man, a soft pitiful smile on her face as she imagined to be there with him, his piercing baby blue eyes staring in hers as his he would rest his chin against her tummy… just watching her with pure love and devotion.

“Missed you all day long, been thinking about you. It’s pretty cold the bed without you next to me and I miss to cuddle… and make sweet love to you” she murmured in a soft tone, hearing Cillian inhale sharply, hesitating… creating that way an unbreakable silence before finally letting his inner battle end

“What are you wearing?” he rasped out, catching her a bit off guard but in a pleasant way.

Although he did not anticipate it, Cillian smiled slightly when she replied without hesitation, her tone becoming more alluring and appealing... as she played along with his idea of evening.

“I’m wearing a pink see-through tank top and short pants” she hummed, biting her bottom lip, lying carefully down on the bed “you can see my bare breasts, the shape of them and my hard nipples… the short pants are pretty pretty short, my thighs are showing off divinely” she described with a purr.

Her tongue daring out, licking her bottom lip slowly as she heard Cillian working on his clothes through the phone.

“You know what I would do if I were there with you, honey?” Y/n whispered softly, her eyes glancing at the phone since he took a bit of time to breath out an answer “What?”.

Her small smirk became wider as she heard Cillian’s desperate voice “I would kneel on the cold floor of our living room, my body would stretch slowly before I would start to crawl closer to you… you sitting on our favourite armchair, thighs spread just for me” the younger woman explained, letting a moan slip out of her mouth followed by a low purr.

The actor's body moved on its own, his whole weight dropping on that specific armchair… his beautiful eyes remaining closed as his breath became quicker and heavier.

“My hands would slowly run up… caressing slowly your calf… then your knee.. now your thighs” she continued, smirking as she heard a small whimper coming from the other end of the phone “I'm unbuttoning your sexy old man pyjamas pants” her sensual voice added, her tone becoming mocking as she teased him for his outfit… before returning back to her lustful mood.

Cillian hands stroked slowly his clothed thighs before undoing his pants as she kept talking.

Her voice echoing in the room as if she was there with him, her small moans and dirty sentences making him shiver in anticipation.

His fingertips brushed against his now bare hairy thigh… not touching his throbbing cock at all.

“I'm holding it now, my tongue is teasing your tip and you taste so good, baby” Y/n commented, squeezing her thighs together as her man groaned softly, spitting on his hand to wet his tip before taking care of it.

His hand slowly wrapped around his length, following the exact dynamic that Y/n was narrating for him.

“My hand is squeezing it slightly as my mouth is sucking on your sweet spot on your jawline” she whispered, adding a moan and a soft whimper as she whispered his name under her breath.

Her hands were busy preparing herself a warm drink before relaxing too, finally ending that busy day.

“Oh fuck daddy” she fake whimpered, adding sugar in her pink cup…. Cillian groaning automatically in response, his hand tightening the grip a bit as he worked his cock like she did and… like he knew he enjoyed it.

His breath got heavier as his hips moved upwards, meeting his movements.

“Oh darling” the older man groaned, caging his bottom lip with his teeth after letting a soft curse slip his mouth.

“Yes, yes! Just like that, Cilly” Y/n moaned eagerly for him as she took a seat on the comfortable sofa of her hotel room.

His hips shuttering as he shot his load, dirtying his hand and his thighs other than his lower tummy.

Silence fell by the both of them, Y/n could only hear the heavy breathing of her man while Cillian was still too lost in the pleasure to register anything else.

“I love you, Cilly” she hummed softly, a shy smile on her face since it wasn't long ago that they started saying that to each other.

Three simple words so powerful that could light up the day of anybody.

“I love you too, love” Cillian whispered back with a soft smile on his own freckled face.

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forever-rogue · 3 months

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I have a pretty personal request ❤️ (and I completely understand if you don't feel comfortable writing it.)

But I have been struggling with self-esteem and acceptance of myself since gaining some weight. I know I'm beautiful, but that stupid, nagging voice in the back of my head can be a bitch.

I came up with an idea about reader who's in an established relationship with Joel Miller. They've settled into Jackson, and with the changes that come with that stability, she's noticed the changes in her own body and has to deal with it. I can just imagine how soft and fluffy Joel would be once he's made aware of what she's dealing with.

Or maybe I just really need a Joel of my own to cuddle and tell me I'm beautiful 🥺🥰

Thank you!!

AN | Here you go, I hope you enjoy! Also, a friendly reminder that you're lovely just the way you are 🥰

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language, Weight Discussion

Word Count | 2k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

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This was the first time you'd looked at yourself in a mirror in a long time. Like properly looked at yourself. You'd been in Jackson for a few months now and were experiencing a stability that you hadn't known in so long. It still felt odd some days, waking up next to Joel in a warm, soft bed without having to worry about anything. But it was slowly becoming your normal life and while it was an adjustment, you were beginning to love it.

Happiness and peace looked good on Joel and Ellie. And you. But, and this was what had been nagging you, lingering in the back of your mind, you'd noticed some physical changes as well as everything else. You'd felt them before you'd fully looked at them - at yourself.

The bathroom boasted a large mirror but you usually didn't spend a while lot of time looking at yourself. You hadn't for years, so why start now?

Well, the simple answer was that now the changes were undeniable.

With a heavy sigh, you closed the bathroom door and glanced at yourself. Your face was a little fuller than you'd remembered, the darkness around your eyes lessened. Your skin looked good and your hair was styled and shiny. These were the changes you liked to see. You noticed the same, more or less, on Joel and Ellie too.

It was the rest you were worried about. You shucked off your sweater and pajamas pants and slowly allowed yourself to look over your body. You didn’t fixate on your body too much; for a long time survival and getting through your day to day was all that was on your mind. But now it felt like you had all the time in the world.

As you looked yourself over, you could see that there had been some physical changes. You looked softer, your tummy and hips fuller than you’d remembered since you were young, your thighs bigger as well. You sighed to yourself and turned on the showers before you could think too much about it. It wasn’t a big deal, you reminded yourself, it wasn’t a big deal.

You heard a knock on the door before it was slowly pushed open and Joel poked his head, “hey sweetheart, got room for one more?”

You panicked for a moment, trying to figure out how you could manage to get out of this one, “umm, I’m almost done actually. I’ll be out in a second and then its all yours.”

“Alright,” he lingered for a moment; you knew that he knew that something was up. Joel wasn’t stupid and he was very perceptive, “sounds good. Everything alright?”

“Of course,” you almost choked on the lie, “everything’s fine.”

Joel made a small sound before gently closing the door. You tried to swallow back your tears but soon enough they were running down your cheeks and mixing in with the stream from the shower.

It was just another change and it would be okay. You’d get there eventually…you hoped.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Hey baby,” Joel found you as you were in the kitchen, chopping vegetables for dinner, a small smile on his face. He’d noticed that you’d been acting a little off but didn’t want to push it, he knew that you’d go to him when you were ready to.

“Hi Joel,” you looked up and offered him a smile you hoped mirrored his own, “what’s up?”

“Nothing,” he insisted softly as he came over to you, “just wanted to see my girl.”

You tutted at him softly as he came to stand behind you, wrapping an arm around your middle as he leaned his chin on your shoulder. You froze for a moment, sure that he was going to make some sort of comment about how soft or squishy your body was but he said nothing, instead pressing some kisses to your shoulder. You stopped what you were doing, closing your eyes and leaning into him, “Joel.”

“I love you, you know,” he whispered before you slowly turned around in his arms so you could face him. He reached up and put his hand on your face, slowly brushing his thumb over your cheek.

“I know,” you promised, leaning into his touch and turning your face so you could press a kiss to his palm, “I love you too.”

He watched you for a moment before leaning in to kiss you. You decided not to think too much about, not to worry about anything, and instead leaned into him and kissed him right back. It had been a bit since the two of you had a bit of time alone, and you hadn’t helped anything but pulling away from him whenever it was just the two of you. But you’d missed this and missed him, his touch, his everything.

You relaxed into his touch, letting him kiss you dizzy. Eventually his hands wandered down to your hips and that caused you to freeze up. You put your hands on his forearms and pulled away from him, breaking the kiss. Joel, good man that he was, stopped immediately and let go of you. You shook your head, more at yourself than anything else and blinked back your tears, “sorry, I just…it’s me.”

“It’s alright,” he whispered softly, “you don’t have to apologize. If you want to talk about whatever’s been going on, I’m here. You know that, I ain’t going anywhere. I love you.”

You inhaled deeply before slowly letting it all out and nodded, “thank you.”

“Do you want a hand finishing dinner?”

“Yes,” you appreciated the kind and gentle man that he was, “I’d like that a lot.”

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You walked into the bedroom, finding Joel already in bed and reading. You closed the door and leaned against, looking him over for a moment. He paused after a moment and looked up at you before marking his page and setting it to the side, “penny for your thoughts?”

You nodded slowly before making your way to the bed, sitting cross-legged on top of the covers next to him. There were a few moments of silence as you sat there and picked at a few loose strands on the hem of your sweater. Joel reached out and gave your knee a gentle squeeze. You reached for his hand and weaved your fingers through his, “I don’t want you to hate me.”

“Baby,” a small huff of laughter escaped him but his voice was low and gentle, “I don’t know what you could have done or do that would ever make me hate you. That’s impossible.”

“It’s just…I don’t know,” you shrugged, reassured a little bit that he wouldn’t hate you anyway, “I really like it here in Jackson. I’ve liked it since we’ve been here. But I think I’ve gotten too comfortable.”

“Too comfortable?” he repeated slowly, “ain’t that a good thing?”

“It’s….my body,” you admitted reluctantly, “I look different…I’ve gained weight. I don’t look like I used.”

“Okay,” he brought your hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. You were a bit taken aback by his nonchalant response, “I guess I don’t understand why it’s a big deal. But I want to understand.”

“I…because I look different and I was worried that you wouldn’t want me anymore.”

“That’s the silliest thing I’ve ever heard,” he tugged on your hand in a small attempt to pull you closer, “there’s nothing you could do to make me love you any less. That includes your body changing - happens to everyone. I’ve grown a little softer around the middle since we’ve been there but I haven’t heard you complaining. We’ve all grown comfortable here, but that’s a good thing, it means we’re safe and home and we’re living. Not just alive, but living.”

“I…hadn’t thought about it that way,” you whispered, “I hadn’t really noticed anything different about you.

“See? It didn’t matter to you, why would it matter to me? And even if it wasn’t any of those things, it wouldn’t matter to me. I love you,” you were perched on his lap now, looking at him with soft eyes. His hands settled on your hips and he gave them a gentle squeeze, “besides, ain’t nothing wrong with a little thicker, baby.”

“Joel,” you were laughing now, but a few tears managed to run down your cheeks; but these ones weren’t of sadness. He wiped them away tenderly, “thank you.”

“Nothing to thank me for,” he insisted, “I’m just telling you how it is. Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Is this why you’ve been avoiding me and only had sex in the total darkness?” admittedly it sounded silly when he said it like that. Your face warmed up as you bit your lip and shyly nodded. That look on its own was enough to make him practically melt, “oh baby.”

“It didn’t seem stupid at the time!” you burrowed your face in your hands to try and hide but he pulled your hands away from your face, “don’t laugh at me.”

“I’m not, it’s affectionate,” he grinned, “you also don’t think I noticed anything. I might be dumb at times, but I ain’t stupid.”

“But you didn’t…say anything,” you cocked your head to the side as he raised an eyebrow.

“Again…why would I have?”

“You’re the best,” you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned in to hug him, clinging onto him like a koala, “I love you so much.”

“I love you,” he pressed a kiss to the side of your head, “no matter what either of us look like. You’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

“No you’re just trying to flatter me,” you snorted in amusement as you pulled back to look at him, “don’t look at me like that with those big brown eyes, Miller. That’s cheating!”

“It’s not flattery, it’s the truth,” he said, “and I’ll look at you any which way I want. Okay?”

“Okay,” you teased, “whatever you say.”

“That’s right,” he nodded in agreement, “now take off this sweater and leave the light on…only if you want to though.”

“Now that I can do,” you grinned, “gladly.”

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x fem!reader #joel miller imagine #joel miller one shot #tlou #pedro pascal

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shycloudkitty · 4 months

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JUST A LITTLE TOUCH

Summary: You have been in a friends with benefits relationship with Leon for almost two years. After one of your *stress relief* sessions with Leon, things start to change between you both when he takes one small step in opening himself.

Pairing: RE6 Leon Kennedy! × Fem! Reader

Tags: Mentions of sex in some parts, pure fluff, drinking, angst with lots of comfort.

A/N: Hello guys! I am so so excited for my first fic ever!!! I am so happy rn. Happy new year to you all🥰🥰🥰. Hope you all enjoy this!! Don't forget to show your appreciation by liking it, commenting on it and reblogging on it. A huge thanks to @nexysworld @luniaxi @elfven-blog @kennedyswhore for encouraging me🥰🥰🥰.

Words in bold and italics are Leon thoughts. Like this…

Also guys there's only one sentence which is only in bold and not italics so be careful about it. 🤭🤭

Word count : 5.2K

The room was warm after the shared moments between you and him. Sheets crumpled, Hair messed up, scent of sweat and sex still lingering in the air a little bit. You were lying in bed sleeping and resting yourself after one of many wonderful moments you had with Leon.

Your eyes flutter open slightly and you stretched your arms a bit. As you did you realised he wasn’t lying beside you… That definitely you woke up. Even if he wasn’t that much into cuddling he still used to be beside you. You frowned and sighed tiredly then slowly sat up. Looking around the room you rubbed your face to get the sleepiness out of you. Two years of doing this and by now you could probably guess what he was doing by now.

Probably needed a drink.

That’s what he usually did…You knew after sex he tended to be a bit *disconnected* his mood used to be off. After you guys were done and saw him spacing out, you often used to hold his hand, squeezing it gently and kissing his cheek lightly. He used to give a small smile and sometimes… you did catch him blushing once in a while which was adorable.

You slowly got up from bed and stretched your arms above your head and sighed softly. You wore your shirt and your shorts. And made your way towards the living room.

There he was… Reaching up to his liquor cabinet and taking out one of his whiskey bottles. His back turned to you. Wearing one of his blue shirts and grey sweatpants. You swear you never saw that cabinet empty, sometimes it was even more stocked than his fridge.

He took one of the glasses and poured himself a drink. “Want anything to drink?” His gruff voice echoed in the room. He didn’t had to look up and turn his back to see you were awake. His senses were sharp after all.

You walk towards him and lean against the counter and smile at him. “Sure… Would love one right now…” You never liked it when he used to just get so lonely. You just wanted to help him… a little bit. It was hard not to care for a guy like him.

He sets a second glass In front of you and pours some for you. Still looking pretty unphased. He finally looks up at you and passes you the glass. You could see it in his eyes that he was there… but not there at the same time. But you knew him long enough, had an understanding of each other, even if he’s not openly emotional, he appreciates the company.

You decided to break the ice when you just saw him staring at you… spacing out a bit. You gave one of your playful smiles and in a teasing tone asked. “Why the long face? Am I really that terrible in bed?” taking a sip of your drink.

He doesn’t take well to teasing sometimes, but that gets a rare chuckle out of him. “Maybe” he teases back.

You scoff lightly, giving him an offended look and playfully say “Ouch. Didn’t know we were giving each other reviews… want me to give you one?”

He chuckles again and with a cocky smirk says. “I guess it will be 10 out of 10 considering how much I had you begging for more at the end of it.” His voice sultry.

More like 11 out of 10 but who’s counting anyways?

You scoff and look away to hide your flustered face. “You… are insufferable.” Not wanting to admit the fact he was right.

Leon chuckles for a while, his mood slightly better but after a moment he sighs and says. “Just… been thinking.” He usually didn’t admit what he was feeling at the moment always kept his true feelings and face hidden.

You look up at him and softly said “About work?” He nods and that’s all you get. He walks over to the couch and sits down with a light huff “Mmhmm”.

You sit beside him on the couch and slowly ask “Is it important or just overthinking”. He looks down at his drink, thinking. He sighs. “Bit of both, really…” He chuckles lightly. He can’t deny how right you were. It’s eating at him a bit.

There’s a stretch of silence between you two after that. Leon looking at his drink and taking a small sip of it while you sit beside him thinking how to comfort him on that. Like… What do you even say to the person who had a much rougher life than any normal person had? After much thinking, you then scoot closer to him and gently pat his back and give him a soft smile. You don’t know if that action was awkward or comforting. You looked like you were patting a sad child. But you didn’t know what else to do & you really wanted to be there for him.

He was surprised a bit, looking over at you he couldn’t help himself but smile at your action. It did help him, even a little bit. “I just…” He stops, a hint of pain in his voice. “I just wish I could tell you…everything.”

What? Did he really said that? Did he really felt like that? Your eyes widened and you stopped smiling momentarily. That was so unusual of him… You then slowly regained your composure and slowly asked him. “Oh so… do you wanna talk about it?”.

“No” He replied almost too quickly, shaking his head. “I mean…Look, I can’t.” And gulps down his whiskey in one go like it was water. He’s never quite been this… vulnerable around you before. It’s like he’s a little taken aback at his own actions.

You still smile at him and kiss his cheek lightly. “That’s okay…” He can’t help a slight blush, before looking away. “…Thanks.” God was he awkward.

He sighs, looking over at his liquor cabinet. He considers getting another drink. He gets up and glances at you briefly for a second and says. “I’m gonna…go get a refill.” “Want anything else?” He asked.

Now that you think about it, you could use something to eat. “Mmm… yeah I am a bit hungry.”

He nods and says “Hungry, huh? I’ll order us some food.” He grins a bit as he walks away, heading towards the kitchen. “We can watch a movie till it gets here.” He says, over his shoulder and pours himself another drink.

You chuckle lightly and say in a light hearted manner. “Uh huh.. A movie you say? Which one?”

Leon stops for a moment, his back still facing you and simply say. “Horror movie. I wanna scare you a bit.” You groan and he glances over his shoulder at you smiling. “Or maybe I should be the scared one?” Chuckling a bit at his own words. “I know you love horror stuff.”

No you don’t. At what part of you hiding your face behind a pillow whenever a jumpscare comes and scares the shit out of you, was loving ‘horror stuff’? You roll your eyes and look at him raising an eyebrow at him. “Oh come on…You just wanna watch me scream. That’s what you really like.”

You mentally face palm yourself as you realize what you just said and watch as he smirks and starts to say. “I mean I do make you scream whenever you are here so…”

You narrowed your eyes at him and he laughed seeing your reaction. You groaned. Him and his cheesiness. “I didn’t mean it that way and you know it… You are such a big meanie.”

He chuckled and poured himself his third drink and doesn’t turn around and sarcastically says “Am not. I’m a big softie.” A big smirk present on his face.

“And hey, I’ll let you choose the movie. So go ahead. Pick it out.” Coming back to the couch and taking his phone out to place order for two pizzas which doesn’t take long to order as he does remember your favourite. It wasn’t like this was first movie night you guys had. You used to have them whenever he was bored or wanted to keep his mind off things. Eating pizza or ramen while you rambled to him about your day while he patiently just listened to each word. Although… you both soon got distracted and moved things to the bedroom… so it will always ended on a splendid note.

You laugh and teasingly say. “Ohh… don’t give me that much power or I will make you watch a chick flick with me.”

He laughed and looked up at her and gave her a dramatically sigh. “I mean, I could suffer through it. You’re worth it.” He grins when he watches you blush and shyly look away.

He was never going to admit it out loud but he loved making you blush, watching that rose pink colour slowly filled your cheeks. He always thought that it suited you. And he didn’t even had to do much, he could compliment you anytime and you would shyly look away trying to show his words weren’t affecting you but the colour on your cheeks told him everything that needed to know.

He then shrugs and says. “But really, I’ve never been all that scared of horror.” As if to prove his point, he pulls his sleeves back a little, revealing claw marks and scars on his forearm. “I’ve been through a lot worse than a jumpscare and some spooky music.” Chuckling a bit at the end.

You bit your lip and looked at his forearm with a sense of pity. There were old scars which had faded replaced by new ones. You knew he used to work in DSO and fought bioweapons. Yeah he told you, reluctantly when you probed him about his job. But that was it. He never ever shared on what he had to go through in his job. And honestly looking at it… you really couldn’t even begin to imagine on what he had to see or face through.

And it isn’t really the first time seeing them but looking up at them close…That was different. You slowly bring your hand and gently trace his scars with your fingers. A bit curious how they were formed in the first place. You looked up at him concern visible in your eyes.

He doesn’t say a word at your touch. He notices your hesitation but was too focused on the fact that you touched them willingly. Don’t you find them ugly? It’s not like they were pretty to look at. He doesn’t often show anyone his scars, and he’s never quite let you touch them before. He looks down at you, surprised at your curiosity over them. Looking back down at your touch again, not quite knowing what to do or say. Should he have stopped you? He thinks to himself.

You then hesitantly asks. “...Is that what you always go through?” Your voice low as you tried to imagine the horrors he had to go through.

His eyes follow your touch as you continue with it. He watches you with a sort of silent disbelief as you ask your question. To him, his work is just…normal. But you look at him like you just asked him the world. He sighs and says. “I've been in plenty of bad situations, yeah,” he chuckles lightly and sips his drink. “But its… it’s what I do. Someone’s gotta do it.”

You removed your hand as he started to roll down his sleeves a bit hurriedly, hiding them away before you asked something else. You look up at him and say. “Must be hard… that’s very brave of you…” you were a bit surprised on how casual he was about all this. But all he did was shrug and reply “I can’t really say I’m brave, just doing my job. Like I said, someone’s gotta do it.”

He drains his glass, looking at it and scoffing to himself a bit and replies. “But Thanks…” sensing the topic was over you didn’t probe him further than that.

Soon his door bell rings and he gets up to receive the order. Comes back and sets down the boxes. He looks at you and raises an eyebrow. “Wanna eat and choose the movie?”

You chuckle and nod. “Sounds good…” You pass him your glass to refill it and he does that. Keeping the bottle on the coffee table as you browsed on Netflix on what to watch. “So how about conjuring..?”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Pick something scary. That’s nothing.”

You frown at him and say. “Hey that’s scary…” Leon shakes his head and takes the remote. “Give me that…” and starts browsing.

You scoff and try to take back the remote and say. “No way, last time you chose hereditary and I had to sleep with lights on that night.”

Leon doesn’t give back the remote and say. “Well I won’t choose that then. What about midsommar?”

Your eyes widen and try to take back the remote again and say. “No way, give me that. I hate cult movies.”

After 10 minutes of you guys fighting on which movie to see. You both decide to watch IT. Which already has you hiding your face behind a cushion. He chuckles seeing you that way and pats your knee lightly and puts an arm around you. “Don’t worry, I won’t let that clown take you down the drain with him and make you float.”

You chuckle and teasingly say. “Aww… will you keep me safe and tucked away from him?”

Leon rolls his eyes and chuckles. He replies sarcastically. “Yeah yeah I will…be your knight in shining armor.” Looking at you with a cocky smirk which had you giggling.

You shake your head and eat your slice and so does he as you relax and watch the movie. He looks over at you as you hide your face in his shoulder when it got scary, peeking a little bit to watch the screen not wanting to miss it. He smiled to himself.

You were really so cute to him… so innocent and sweet. Sometimes all he wanted was to tuck you away in a safe place and watch over you, keeping a sweet thing like you away from every horrific things he had witnessed.

“Are you cozy?” he asks suddenly. But your body language gives it away-he can tell you’re comfortable. He feels his heart pound in his chest as he feels something fuzzy inside. What am I even doing?. It was clear that he was enjoying this too but he really didn’t wanna show that he was enjoying this too much. You smile and nod.

“Yeah It’s really cozy… you make a really cozy pillow you know.” Chuckling softly at him. He chuckles too finding your description of him amusing.

“Oh am I?” His gaze returns to the screen. He was definitely trying to be flirty as he felt his cheeks warm up a bit. But a nagging feeling deep inside his mind just keeps eating him. This is…dangerous. Can’t stay like this for longer.

While his mind runs wild with all the chaotic thoughts bubbling over while you were looking at the same forearm which had rolled up a bit giving another peek at his scars. You couldn’t help but get distracted by it. His whole attitude about how this was just work and how aloof he was about the whole ordeal. It just didn’t sit right with you. He couldn’t be numb to all of this… or was he? You think for a moment. He never got this close. Like never. And you never forced him either, it’s not like you were obligated to know about his work or nightmares…or his demons.

Your curiosity bubbled over and slowly brought your hand and shifted his sleeves a bit more to look at them. Doing it slowly so to not disturb him in that moment. And gently tracing small, slow circles on one of the scars.

His eyes widened a bit and looks down at your slow touch, calming him down almost instantly and pulling him to reality and away from his drowning thoughts. Your gentle touch, the circles you create. He feels a warm sensation run up his arm, and he suddenly feels… odd. He looks over at you, but can’t meet your gaze for more than a few seconds before he looks back down. He stares at your hand touching his arm, not moving away or resisting. His heart pounds faster. He doesn’t feel cold anymore. He feels too warm. It’s hard not to melt under your touch. You then ask him softly. “You never allowed me to touch them like this before...” your gaze fixed at the scars.

This will never be ‘normal' to you. Will never make you think like this wasn’t a big deal or that the things he used to do weren’t ‘brave' or that it was 'just a job’. Even lasting this long in this field was an achievement in itself. This job took so much away from him… but he’s still standing... But at what cost?

“I didn’t want you to be worried, that’s all. Like I said, it’s… normal to me. Like any other day.” He tries to brush it off and return his focus to the movie. But he can’t help but find himself sneaking glances at his arm. And your fingers making slow, even circles on his skin. He feels his stomach sinking, but he doesn’t fight it like he usually would…

You shake your head and look up at him. Biting your lip a bit and softly whispering. “No… I mean… you didn’t let me touch them like this… is that the only reason you didn’t let me touch them before?”

Leon swallows, realizing what you’re trying to say. He looks back at your hand looking at your loving touch, his heart pounding in his chest was not helping him either. And he wonders If she’s this intimate with me… Why did I try to shut it down earlier? Is this how it feels?

“Were you… Afraid? That I would judge you?” Your soft voice bringing him to reality once more and making him think about that answer. Torn between telling you the truth or lying to avoid being vulnerable further and be dismissive about it.

But maybe it was your voice that gave his poor soul a hope that someone gave a damn about him, your eyes which were curious but also concerned for him or your soothing touch which had some miraculous power to be able to quiet down his anxiety and trauma driven thoughts. So he opens up. Just once.

He's silent for a few more moments and nods. “… yeah. I was.” He says after a while, his voice quiet. He looks down at your fingers again thinking why would you even bother making him feel better about himself. “You've never been close… like this with me… so… intimate.” He murmurs. “I was scared to let you get this close, I… I wanted it. But I…” He doesn’t need to complete that sentence, you can guess what he means.

He feels a soft peck on his cheek, feeling your soft lips lingering there for a moment. Just a little kiss to calm down his nervousness. And it works… he’s distracted that you did it but also so grateful. He looks over at you, still not used to expressing your attraction to him in these intimate ways. He blushes slightly, a look of soft confusion on his face once more, but he doesn’t seem to mind this time.

“Right…” He mumbles, glancing back at the screen and getting shy. He was so awkward he couldn’t express himself like you could but he also wanted to show you he cared so he brought you close just a little bit as your head was still resting on his shoulder and leaned into you slightly. It’s only a bit. Just enough to get a response, but not too much that he’s pushing the line.

You noticed his efforts and looked up at him with a smile. You couldn’t help but admire the way his hair fell perfectly across his face some of it concealing his blush but just enough to reveal he was blushing and was shy. And his icy blue eyes that shows that he isn’t completely numb to everything life has to offer…

You scoot closer to him almost cuddling with him. And squeeze his arm gently and touches his scars again but this time drawing small stars on them. “Is this uncomfortable?”

He tries not to make a sound afraid that he might ruin this moment. As he feels all these new feelings flow through him making his heart skip a few beats. His body language is soft and comfortable with you.

He swallows and shakes his head. “…no. It’s nice.” He mumbles. He doesn’t move away, or push your hand off him. He then looks down at your hand drawing stars around his scars and sighed softly. A soft smile on his face. He then looks back at the screen but his thoughts focused on you. The movie was almost finished but you both continued to watch it in comfortable silence. He’s always been a nervous guy, but these nerves are the good kind.

You then slowly stop drawing stars and gently hold his hand, intertwining his fingers with yours and he feels like his heart could burst out of his chest right now. Feeling your skin on his, your warmth flowing into his soul. He looks at the movie, then at you. How did we get here? When did things… change? Is this for the better or worse? Why even care for a monster like him? He wonders. He looks at your hands intertwined in his. And he swallows hard. He doesn’t pull away, or move your hand. He lets it happen.

“Can I ask you something?” your soft voice comes through and he looks down at you. He nods without hesitation, his head still facing the screen even if the movie was finished and credits were rolling. “Go ahead.” He says, his voice low but still soft.

You clear your throat. You were a bit nervous to ask this questions cause well…it was personal. “You know you don’t have to answer it or anything but I am just curious…Umm…On your missions. Did it ever feel like you won’t return?”

He thinks for a moment, then softly chuckles. “Once or twice…” He mumbles still not facing you. “But I guess when you do this every day… you get used to it.” He swallows hard and sighs. “I have…considered it before though.” He says after a few moments. What would my funeral be like? He had wondered before. Would you even care enough to show up for the last time? Will there be other people there singing how great he was like they did now or would he be tossed aside like trash and replaced by someone young and better, forgotten by all of his peers? Would you just… move on to someone else without giving him a second thought? He shook his head to toss aside those thoughts but he couldn’t. They plagued his mind day and night like a curse.

You nod listening to his words, seeing him space out once more in his thoughts. You then softly say. “And what did it felt like… when you actually returned home? When you thought it was probably your last day on earth… What did it felt like when you came back?” you imagined he was relieved of course but you wanted to listen to him.

You were probably the first person who actually cared enough to ask what he ‘felt’ after & during those awful, god-forsaken missions. You were also the first one who wanted to listen to his story who wouldn’t dismiss him saying ‘this is part of the job’ or ‘everyone goes through this… suck it up’. No you were more kind hearted than that and he couldn’t help but slowly succumb to that kindness.

He swallows hard, glancing at you. He closes his eyes for a moment to think about your question, your hand still intertwining his. Giving him something to ground himself and calm him down. He sighs, and opens his eyes again.

“Relief.” He says simply.

“Relief that I’m not dead. Joy that I came back alive. And… and…” He pauses for a moment, searching for the right words – only to fail to find them. He looks down again looking at the joined hands.

You smile from his words and try to complete his sentence. “Grateful?”

He looks at you, considering your words for a moment. He looks back down and swallows hard and nods. “Yeah. Yeah, grateful. Definitely.” He chuckles, his voice soft and quiet. “And…” He pauses for a moment and adds. “Sometimes a little guilty.” He whispers, looking back at the screen.

That catches you a bit off guard. After all why would he feel guilty when he came back alive? Not expecting him to say of all things. And simply ask “Why?”

“Some of my teammates… they… never made it back. And I should be with them.” He glances back at you. “But I don’t want to be…” He says after a few moments.

He needs a hug. He looks at you, wanting to bury his face in your neck and wrap his arms around your waist and hold you tightly till your warmth envelops him and make him feel safe. But he feels awkward asking for it. Like…would you consider him a weirdo if he asked you for it? He looks away from you and tries not to show the fact he needed someone to just hold him.

You squeeze his hand gently not knowing how far you can go… afraid that he would pull back at any moment after opening so much to you. And softly said. “I am sorry about that…”

He looks down at your hand, your soft skin was a direct contrast when compared to his. His hands calloused and rough but that didn’t stop you from being gentle with him. He then nods, “Thanks.” He says softly and sighs a bit in relief. Feeling a bit better after talking about it.

But he couldn’t help but realize that he was falling for you just like this? And it all felt… so nice? Is that how it feels when you fall in love with someone?

You then look up at him and clear your throat once more. This time you more nervous cause you had a *small* confession to make. “Uhh… by the way… just so you know. I do care, wondering when you will be back. I always wish you come back in one piece.” A blush rising in your cheeks after saying that.

Leon looked down at you surprised and after few beats of silence he softly asks. “Really?” His expression soft and vulnerable.

Honestly, it was a bit hard for you to open up too. You both have never been so… emotionally close like this during the time you have been together. So it’s a bit unnerving but if he could open up so much, you could too.

With a smile you replied. “Well yeah… I mean who would tease me with their awful cheesy jokes when we have movie nights like these…” Trying to make the moment light-hearted with a bit of teasing.

Leon couldn’t help but laugh a bit from the comment and roll his eyes and says. “Yeah? That’s what I am for? Make you laugh with my ‘cheesy jokes'?”

You chuckled and playfully nodded. “Yes… obviously.”

“I can’t believe you are using me just for jokes.” Playfully narrowing his eyes at you.

You couldn’t help but laugh “Well… I can’t help it. I just love your jokes which make me roll my eyes and groan at how stupid they are...”

After a beat, you both share a laugh and Leon playfully says. “You are more cheesy than me.”

“Your fault by the way…” Making Leon smirk a little bit.

You rest your head back on his shoulder and sigh contentedly.

It feels better now that you both have talked about your ‘feelings'. Much more relaxed… Maybe feelings don’t have to be complicated. Walls that you both made back then to protect oneself from a possible heartbreak were slowly crumbling down and you didn’t seem to mind it and neither did he.

Leon sighs and softly says. “Thank you… By the way… I know I am not easy to be with…” Holding you closer and caressing your arm gently.

You shake your head and reply softly. “No, it’s not that… it’s okay. I am actually… okay…with how you are.”

“Really?” He asks, with glancing at you look at your expression. He swallows, his heart racing once more.

You bring your intertwined hands closer and press a kiss to the side of his hand and smile at him. “Yeah… I never found you difficult to be with. I am more myself when I am with you…” Your own heart races at your another small confession, which was huge to him.

Leon swallows, he was sure that you made his heart stop with your words and that little kiss. He looks away from you for a moment and takes a deep breath then looks back at you.

“You don’t find me difficult? A bit too much to be with? Am I…too much?” He asks, his words quiet. He doesn’t want to sound too needy but he is. But there’s no hiding that right now.

You then shake your head and gives him a small smile. “No… I mean.. I get it you know… your job is difficult and you need to be at your best at every moment… But even then, you are just the right amount.”

He blushes a deep red and tries to maintain an eye contact with you but can’t help but shy away. Can’t help but a surge of emotions flowing through his so called cold heart. Finding himself looking at your lush lips- and he struggles to say anything at the moment.

“Just the right amount? Not too much… not too little?” Leon asks cautiously still finding your words hard to believe. Some one who didn't find him too much. It had to a be a dream.

Is this real? Can this be real?

“Yeah you are…” You answer him honestly. And cup the side of his face and caress his jaw gently, softly whispered. “You are perfect to me.”

My heart…

“Can… can I kiss you?” He whispers to you.

“Yes…” You whispered back.

He doesn’t hesitates as soon as you say yes, He leans in and kisses you. Pressing his lips gently against yours. He’s so close you can feel the heat from his body as you kiss. It wasn’t like you never kissed each other… But this one gave you both intense butterflies and made your heart pound like crazy in your chest.

My god…

He pulls away after a moment, his lips soft. He looks back at you, your eyes meet his and tries to speak something but can’t find anything to say. Opening his mouth trying to form words after he kissed the love of his life but words just got stuck in his throat.

You smiled and cupped his face and kisses him on the forehead and softly whisper. “It’s okay… I know… Just relax with me for a moment…”

Wrapping your arms around him and hugging him tightly and he does the same. Hugging you back just as tightly and resting his forehead against yours. Kissing you softly on the forehead before softly whispering.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

PHEW. God I am nervous about this one... Wish you guys a very happy new year and enjoy the holidays. And I really hope this fanfic made your day! 🥰🥰🥰

Until next time❤

-Bella

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kana-de · 6 months

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I SAW UR REQS ARE OPEN AND RAN AS FAST AS I COULD 🏃🏃🏃🏃🏃

Could I pretty please have a fluffy wanderer smut with a cuddly reader 😢 u write him so well 🥰

★ summary: wanderer x fem!reader. cuddly smut w soft wanderer.

☆ cw: nsfw. fluffy smut. cuddling. a lot of cuddling. soft touchy wanderer my love. sleepy sex. sex with feelings. wanderer is called 'kuni' in some replicas. 921 words.

you snuggle up closer to wanderer while you're both laying on the bed - so close to each other it even seems there's not much room for the air itself. his breath is on your forehead as your hands find themselves tightening around his body, your face just near his collarbones.

if it'd be someone other than you, he'd break every and each one of their bones.

but it's you.

you whine as a tip of his finger starts to gently, slowly rub your clit through your already wet panties. "mmn... wande-"

"sshhh... i know what you need right now." wanderer coos into your ear gently, and you let out a soft mewl yet again at how his soft, sleepy and raspy voice never fails to make you shudder.

you can't help all the sleepy whimpers that escape your lips as he continues his doings, fin hand now slipping inside your panties to slide the tips of his fingers over your folds, smearing your slick on them.

"inside... please..." you mumble, fingers tugging at the cloth of his bodysuit on his back. "mmm, c'mon.."

wanderer chuckles. "impatient, aren't we? but fine, i won't make you wait too long." he says, his fingertips gliding past your folds, slowly inserting his middle and ring finger inside your cunt - he wouldn't want to overwhelm you right now due to your sleepiness, so he's taking it slow, his digits moving along your clamping walls sensually, so you'll have the time to feel everything.

you bite your lower lip to suppress the need to let out a long whine, instead converting it into a muffled mewl that ends up being with a shaky exhale as his fingers curl up against that sweet spot inside you.

"love my fingers that much, huh?" he grins, laughing quietly as he picks up the pace of his fingers' movements. you nod, humming something inaudible in the crook of his neck.

you, involuntarily, but stop him, grabbing him gently by his wrist and - as much as you didn't want to - pulling his digits out. "mmmn- wait. let me just..."

you quickly make your way out of your undergarments, pushing wanderer to lay on his back as you straddle him, pulling his shorts and boxers in a few swift motions.

"oh, feeling needy now, aren't you?" wanderer taunts, a small chuckle interrupted with how you grind your cunt's folds against his cock, making him exhale shakily. "how greedy of you..." he mumbles in the end.

his hands make their way from your hips to your shoulders, bringing your upper body closer to him, basically hugging you while you're getting ready to ride him. close and tight - just how you like it.

slowly, adjusting yourself, you start putting in his cock inch by inch, biting your lower lip yet again until it's fully settled within you, and you can't help a whine that leaves your mouth. "k-kuni..." you breathe out, voice nearly breaking into a moan from how good it all feels - being so close to him, both you holding eachother in your arms and having him inside at the same time truly is the best compilation to you.

wanderer nearly moans at the feeling of your walls clenching tight around his length as you start moving your hips up and down - how he missed these sloppy, sleepy little sessions of yours.

he holds you close to him, closer than ever before, his hands rubbing gentle circles on your back, and he senses you pressing your forehead into his shoulder, trying to suppress a moan - but failing miserably.

"w-wanderer... kuni, h-hah-" you mutter, voice so weak it even surprises you. wanderer plants a gentle kiss to the crown of your head, on your hair, a subtle attempt to calm you, before one of his hands comes to rest on your hip, guiding your rhythm and making it more fast, with sounds of skin slapping against skin echoing through the dimly lit room.

"[name], f-fuck- go faster." he whispers, biting at your neck after talking, instantly hearing you whimpering and speeding up your movements. the knot of pleasure that forms in the pit of your stomach is basically going to explode in the next minute if you'll keep up with the pace.

"g-g'nna cum, nghh- i'm gonna-"

he hums quietly in agreement to your words, interrupting you when he feels your cunt tightening around his cock. "i know, i know, just cum with me... you can do it." wanderer mutters encouragingly, hand slightly squeezing your butt to add more to the pleasure.

your hand grips the bedsheets beside him more firmly now, another hand resting behind his back tugs on his clothing too, as you whimper in desperation.

"k-kuni, kuni- ngh- aah!.." you both cum in the same moment, and wanderer unintentionally pulls you even closer to him, his hands hugging you tighter as he hears you moan out loud into his shoulder, biting lightly. he whimpers as he feels his cum shooting deep inside you, the warm sensation spreading within you.

you mentally debate if you should pull him out of you or stay like this for a while longer, and your sleepy self decides on the latter, as you let yourself relax on top of him.

"was this what you needed?.." wanderer whisper-asks quietly, not wanting to startle your peaceful, sleepy state. "did i guess it right, huh?" he smirks.

you hum in agreement, nodding subtly, too sleepy to speak.

he smiles, making a note to clean you up in the morning as he pulls a blanket over both of you.

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se4son-of-the-witch · 4 months

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tease - matt sturniolo

a/n: i wrote this so long ago….first time writing some horny shit like this so i apologize if it’s not good. anyway matt driving makes me wanna 😝🤗😈🥰

matt x fem reader !

Usually, you had no problem going on a late-night drive with Matt, but tonight something was different. You could not keep your eyes off of him. The way his hands gripped the wheel, the way he bit his lip in concentration just made you feral. It didn't help that his hand was resting on your thigh.

Matt noticed you squirm in your seat, "you alright?" he asked, not taking his eyes off the road.

You averted your gaze away from him and looked out the window. "I’m fine, why?" you blurted.

"I just felt you squirm, and I wanted to make sure you're alright," he said, turning to look at you. You allowed your eyes to meet his. Butterflies erupted in your stomach as he smiled at you. Another squeeze on your thigh made you leave the trance he had you in.

As his eyes made their way back to the road, yours made their way down to your leg. The way his fingers looked gripping your leg made you melt. Just then, he began to move his fingers up and down, tracing random shapes.

Goosebumps arose as he moved his fingers. A snicker brought you out of your thoughts. "What?"

"I gave you goosebumps," he said with a shit-eating grin. You turned to look at him. He had a smug look on his face, which made you blush. "Don’t be embarrassed, baby."

"Trust me, I’m far from embarrassed."

"Oh, tell me how you really feel then." This made your breath get caught in your throat. He always knew what to say to make you flustered.

"Are you sure you wanna know?" you asked, slightly teasing.

"Gimme every detail."

You took a deep breath before you spoke. "Well, it's taking every bone in my body to not pounce on you right now." His head whipped around so fast, not even giving you the chance to take a breath.

"Oh yeah?"

His tone alone made you wanna drop to your knees. "Yeah. You just look so good tonight. Watching you all concentrated makes me wanna rip my clothes off."

You could see a smirk starting to form on his face. "There’s nothing wrong with that, baby." He turned to look at you. You met his gaze, which was full of lust. Your cheeks immediately heated up, a blush spreading furiously across your face.

To make things worse, you felt Matt’s fingers make their way up your thigh. They stopped right where your shorts were cut off. He squeezed your leg, hard, sure to leave a bruise. He then rubbed back and forth, stopping at your inner thigh. This caused you to grip the seat, trying to keep your composure.

He didn't move his hand for a few minutes, letting you cool down. But, after a little while, his hands found their way down your thigh. He used his hand to pry your legs open. The exposure sent shivers down your spine.

His hands trailed between your thighs, right where you needed him most. He slowly rubbed you over your shorts, causing you to gasp. You weren't expecting him to do that. His lips curled into a smirk, satisfied with the reaction he was getting.

Feeling bold, he moved up to the top of your shorts. His fingers found their way down, stopping at your core. You let out a whine as his fingers grazed past your clit. His fingers traced up and down your folds, teasing you.

He eventually found his way inside, plunging a finger into you. This caused you to bite your lip, hard. "I wanna hear you, baby. Don’t hide from me," he lowly said. He began to make a curling motion with his finger, causing you to let out a low moan. "There she is."

As Matt continued to finger you, you felt a knot forming in your stomach. A loud gasp escaped your lips as he pressed his thumb onto your clit. He knew that would get you. You began to squirm in your seat, letting out moans as he continued to work his fingers.

"Matt," you whined, gripping onto his arm. He looked over at you, licking his teeth. "Please," you pleaded.

"Please what?"

"Don’t stop," you breathed out. He added another finger, which completely sent you over the edge. As his fingers pumped in and out, you felt yourself getting close. "Fuck, I’m so close."

His fingers kept plunging into you, making the most lewd noises come out of you. If he said he wasn't hard he would be lying. Watching his girlfriend squirm in her seat was enough to make him cum in his pants.

Just as you were about to cum, Matt pulled his fingers out of you. A whine escaped your lips at the loss of contact. "Matt," you breathed out. He wore a grin on his face. "Why’d you stop, I was so close."

"You have to wait until we get home," he smirked.

So there you sat, desperate for Matt to touch you. Writhing in your seat, squeezing your thighs together, trying to find some sort of relief for the ache between your thighs.

#matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut

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jobean12-blog · 6 months

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That's the Way Love Grows

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Beefy!Plant dad!Bucky AU)

Word Count: 1,687

Summary: You and Bucky have your first official date this weekend but he can't wait to see you so he shows up at your apartment on his bike...a dream come true.

Author's Note: Missed him so I wanted to write a little something with plant!dad Bucky again! Hope you all enjoy! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰 You can see the shirt he is wearing HERE.

This is part of my plant!dad Bucky AU. It can be read alone but here are the first two stories for him:

Rooted in Love

Love in Bloom

Warnings: soft and sweet fluff and plant talk

‘Hey doll face. What are you doin’ right now?’

The moment you see his name your whole face lights up just like the screen of your phone.

‘Just being lazy.’ You reply and send him silly emoji’s to go along with your text.

‘Well….’

The next message comes through and you wait, staring at the text bubbles for what feels like an eternity.

‘I’m outside your building.’

You drop your phone and run to the window, pushing the curtain aside and looking through the glass.

He’s leaning against his motorcycle, long legs crossed over the ankle and his leather jacket pulled tightly around his biceps.

His fingers twinkle with a wave.

You open the window.

“You wanna go for a ride?” he yells up.

You stare at him for a beat, trying to sear the image into your brain and then answer back with, “yeah I do!”

You don’t even have to think twice about it.

He whoops and throws a fist in the air.

“Make sure you wear jeans and a jacket doll.”

A few minutes later you appear at the double doors of your apartment building. Bucky rushes over and pulls one open, stopping dead in his tracks when he sees you.

“You look gorgeous.”

Your thank you is lost when he steps into your space and drags you into his chest, kissing you hard and fast.

“Sorry,” he murmurs when he pulls away.

“For what,” you whisper, leaning into him.

You toy with the zipper of his leather jacket and then slowly pull it down, spreading the sides open to look at his shirt.

“I had to see if you had another funny plant shirt on,” you giggle.

You smooth your hands over his chest, mostly just so you can feel the hard muscle beneath, but also so you can read the print on the fabric better.

“Things I do in my spare time…” you start. “Water plants,” and you press your finger to the first picture of a potted plant on his shirt. “Repot plants, propagate plants, buy plants, rearrange plants…” Each time you read it’s with a press of your finger and as you get closer to his abs he starts to laugh.

“I’m kinda ticklish,” he admits.

You pay him no mind and take extra care to wiggle your finger over the last picture and it’s text.

“Talk with plants,” you finish with a smile. “That one is my favorite.”

He smirks and slides his arm across your shoulders, walking you toward his bike.

“Speaking of plants…” he hums. “There’s something I…”

As you get closer to the motorcycle you press a hand to his chest to stop him.

“Wait.”

Your words make him swallow hard.

“Our date isn’t until Saturday,” you say quietly. “Are we still on…or?”

His brows draw together and he crushes you against him. “Doll…”

He kisses you again, slow and sweet this time but it steals your breath just the same.

“I know we have our date this weekend, but the moment I left your apartment the other day, all I wanted was to see you again. I couldn’t wait any more. So I thought we could go for a ride.”

His confession makes you melt further into him.

“Ok,” you breathe out. “I’m so happy you’re here.”

He takes your hand and pulls you the rest of the way to his bike, holding up a finger as he turns to his saddle bag and opens it.

“I have something for you,” he says.

He takes out a small bag and reaches inside it. When his hand reemerges he’s holding a small potted plant.

Your smile grows as he begins to explain what it is.

“It’s from my jasmine plant. I repotted this piece in one of the cat planters I got from Etsy…thought you would like it.”

He starts to look slightly shy, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand as his eyes fall to the plant.

“Bucky,” you squeal. “It’s amazing! And so cute! I love him!”

“Phew,” he laughs. “And don’t worry I can help you take care of him.”

“Ok good, because I know jasmine smells beautiful and I’d love to have one in my apartment.”

With one more quick kiss he places the plant back in the secure bag.

“Should I bring him up?” you ask. “I don’t want him to get hurt.”

“I always carry my smaller plants on my bike. As long as you position and secure them right, it’s fine.”

With a lopsided grin he kisses your cheek then grabs his helmet.

Lifting it up he carefully places it on your head and buckles the chin strap.

“What about you?”

“I’ll be fine,” he answers. “I won’t go too fast.”

With that he grabs the zipper of your jacket and pulls it up to your chin then throws one leg over his bike with an easy swing.

He holds his hand out to help you on the back and you immediately wrap your arms around his chest and press yourself into his back.

“Hang on,” he says, “and if anything is wrong just give me two squeezes.”

You nod into the soft leather of his jacket and hang on tight.

He revs the engine and pulls away from the curb, being mindful about his speed and remembering that you’re putting full trust in him to keep you safe.

He’s in complete control and the ride is smooth as he traverses the curves of the streets until the Brooklyn Bridge lights up the night sky as it comes into view.

The smell of salty air hits your face as you get nearer to the ocean and when he slows down and rolls into a darkened spot under the bridge you can hear the water break against the rocks.

He shuts the engine and plants his feet on either side of the bike and then reaches down to tap your leg, signaling you to get off.

With careful movements you put one foot on the ground and do an awkward hop to get your other leg up and over the seat without hitting him in the back.

You manage not to hit him but your legs are slightly wobbly, still vibrating from the ride and your knee buckles.

“Eeeek,” you screech, the sound echoing under the bridge and causing some hidden pigeons to squawk and flap away to a safer spot.

Your fists grab handfuls of air but Bucky somehow manages to dive and catch you around the waist with his metal arm.

“You okay?” he asks, his grip tight.

He waits, staring at you with concern in his eyes.

“I’m good,” you say on an exhale.

He relaxes slightly and releases you to adjust the handlebars and put down the kickstand. Once the bike is secured he gets off gracefully and helps you out of his helmet.

You look around and smile. “This is an amazing spot.”

“Isn’t it,” he echoes. “Just lemme get a blanket.”

He opens the saddle bag and sifts through it.

“Can you please check if my plant is ok?” you ask, smiling sweetly when he winks at you.

“Just fine doll,” he tells you after he shines his phone light into the bag. “Now come ‘ere.”

He takes your hand and leads you over to a clearing closer to edge of the water.

“Careful here, watch your step.”

He assures your footing with a firm hand at your back and once you’re settled on the blanket he follows and makes himself comfortable.

“Thank you for comin’ with me tonight doll.”

“Thank you for asking me. It’s beautiful here.”

You look out over the water, the city lights shining like diamonds across the vast blackness and dancing along the small waves.

“Yeah it really is,” he murmurs.

You can feel his eyes on you and realize that he’s complimenting you instead of the stellar view.

A small laugh bubbles up in your chest. “Have you used that move before?”

He drops his chin to his chest and chuckles. “Aw man. I haven’t but it’s that bad huh?”

You run your fingers along a strand of hair that’s fallen in front of his face before tucking it behind his ear.

“Not bad at all. In fact I think you’re really sweet.”

His eyes bore into yours. “I think you’re perfect.”

His hand reaches out to trace your lips, the pad of his thumb rough against their softness and once he’s relished in their flawlessness he slides his hand along your jaw to cup the back of your neck.

The small space between you disappears and you press your lips to his. Your hands weave into his hair and you gasp out his name, the sound igniting him. His tongue slips past your lips but he takes his time, teasing and nipping even as he tastes you.

He pulls you closer, sliding you into his lap and smoothing his free hand up your back.

The shock of bright lights shines through your closed eyelids and you jump in surprise, breaking the kiss. You lay your hand over your squinting eyes as Bucky looks over his shoulder, hissing at the brightness.

The car stops for a moment, the headlights boring into your small hidden space, and then thankfully it turns back to the street and drives off, returning you once again to the quiet of the night and the sounds of the ocean.

Bucky turns back to you, your eyes meeting.

“Hey,” he whispers as he traces the curve of your jaw.

“Hi,” you answer before peppering his scruffy cheek with kisses.

When your gaze finds his again he asks, ��will you watch the sunrise with me?”

You nod and then wrap your arms around his neck, snuggling against his shoulder and breathing him in. A breeze blows over the water, carrying the chill of night and you shiver in his arms. He tucks you closer and grabs the blanket to wrap it around you both.

“I promise I’ll keep you warm,” he whispers as his head dips and he brushes his lips to yours.

@book-dragon-13 @hiddles-rose @randomfandompenguin @goldylions @kmc1989 @lizette50 @buckysdollforlife @blackwidownat2814

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hellodarling1357 · 3 months

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Could I request Cass trying to seduce and get readers attention who’s playing hard to get? I need more flirty Cass 😩

Touched by an Angel - Cassian x Reader

This request was so much fun to write!!! Thanks for sending it in lovely anon, hopefully you like it 💕

Excuse the cheesy pickup lines, you know I had to do it…

I’m slowly working through my WIPs and inbox so please send me some more requests!!

Enjoy 🥰

Word Count: 3k

Regardless of the fact that you and Mor had been friends for well over two centuries, Rhy was only just now granting you access into Velaris after much persuasion from his cousin. The plan being you were to stay with Mor for two weeks while she had some time off from her work so that you could properly catch up after being apart for far too long.

Your first night in the City of Starlight was an eventful one to say the least. During the day, you had let Mor show you around the markets and the Rainbow, stopping to have a late lunch along the Sidra, before she dragged you back to her place to get ready for a night out at Rita's. You had heard a lot about the club over your years of friendship, so you were excited to experience a night there for yourself.

After a few too many glasses of wine over the time it took to get ready, you were well on your way to being very, very drunk before you even stepped inside the crowded establishment. Straight away, Mor was pulling you to the bar before promptly placing a shot glass of some pink-looking drink into your hand, followed by another, and another, leaving you feeling giddy with excitement and the overwhelming desire to dance.

So dance you did.

The hours passed and you briefly remember being introduced to some of Mor's friends, not paying much attention as the music and sway of bodies consumed you. However, the overwhelming heat of the swarm of fae pressed so tightly around you eventually got the better of you. You turned on the spot, looking for you friend to tell her you were going to take a breather, only to find her wrapped around a female and very clearly distracted. With a grin spread across your face, you pushed your way through the masses and headed towards the door.

The fresh air was a welcoming change to the stuffiness you had walked out of. But it was the sight before you that had an expression of awe sketched across your face. Velaris had been pretty in the daylight, but at night? You had never seen anything like it.

"It sure is something, isn't it?" You whipped around to face the deep voice that had spoken from behind you.

"I know you." It wasn't a question. The male in front of you did look familiar.

"Yeah, I'm Cassian. One of Mor's friends. We met earlier?" You nodded with a vague recollection of the tall, muscled figure who had seemed to tower over the rest of the dancing fae.

"Right," But you were distracted by the slanted smirk of his full lips, the slight alcohol-induced haze in his eyes tracked your every movement.

You lent side-by-side against the alleyway wall, talking about whatever mundane thing came to mind before an 'acceptable' enough amount of time had passed, then Cassian had you pressed against said wall. Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, his mouth attacking your neck with bruising kisses, while you moaned out, not caring who heard, at the feel of him inside you. With a final cry, you became undone in his arms, squeezing around him until he came with a guttural groan. You held onto him for support as he helped steady you back onto your feet, afraid your knees would give out as you panted into the chill night air, the thrum of music and excited chatter reminding you of where you were.

"Well, I should probably...," you motioned behind you towards the door, "Mor is probably looking for me."

"Right. I'll see you later, yeah?"

Cassian waited until you had walked back inside Rita's before deciding to call it a, very pleasant, night and flew back to the House of Wind.

*****

You awoke the next morning with a pounding headache, your stomach churning in a sickly way as the sunlight pooled in through the open curtains.

Mor let out a groan next to you, slamming a pillow over her face before soft snores sounded again. With a groan of your own, you forced yourself out of bed and headed to the bathroom.

You looked like absolute shit.

Your hair was a mess on top of your head, strands having escaped the band you used to pull it out of your face. Dark smudges were smeared around your eyes, a stark contrast to the pale and clammy complexion of your skin. Your eyebrows furrowed even further at the sight of the splattering of hickeys that trailed along the side of your neck and across your chest. Clearly it had been a bigger night than you thought because you had zero recollection of how, or when, they got there. Or, more importantly, who gave them to you.

"You look like you've been attacked by a leech."

You shoved Mor as she stood beside you, observing herself in the mirror with a frown. She looked just as bad, if not worse, than you did.

"You can fuck right off, thank you very much." Your friend just shot you a stunning, if not slightly pained, grin.

"Ugh, come on. Showers then we're going to Rhys' for breakfast," She chucked you a towel before walking out to give you some privacy.

As if in after thought, she threw over her shoulder, "Want me to leave a scarf out for you to cover them up?" You slammed the door in her face, the wooden panel not blocking out her laughter as she asked, "Or would you prefer a jumper? Something with a high neckline?"

*****

Walking past the gate of the High Lord's town house, you knew should definitely be feeling somewhat nervous as the prospect of having a casual, albeit hungover, breakfast with him and his inner circle. But the fact that you were hungover, and that the heavenly smell of bacon was wafting towards you, had all pretences flying out the window.

You and Mor were the first to arrive, or more like, the first to drag yourselves out of bed, so had first dibs of the spread of food before you.

Looking a little green, Mor mumbled something about needing to get some fresh air, leaving you alone to eat your eggs in peace. That peace was short lived, however, as the sound of heavy footfalls coming down the stairs reminded you that there were others in the house, and whose house it was for that matter.

Mor waltzed into the room at the same time as the three Illyrian males, you knew Rhys straight away, having met him a few times throughout the years, but the other two only looked vaguely familiar. You were sure you could pinpoint their names if you thought about it hard enough but, alas, your brain was still not properly functioning.

There was a chorus of muffled "mornings" but other than that, everyone was content to eat, and suffer, in silence.

You eventually got up, taking a pile of dishes into the kitchen, vaguely aware of one of the males following behind you.

He let out a low whistle before saying, "Well, I clearly left an impression."

Your brows furrowed in confusion, turning to face the male as you studied his face.

"Do I know you?" Under normal circumstances, you wouldn't have been so blunt. You would have at least tried to feign some sort of confusion, 'I thought you looked familiar', 'of course, what was your name again?' but with your head still spinning you couldn't bring yourself to care.

"Yes," He let out a laugh that quickly faltered as your evident confusion remained, "We had sex. Last night…"

You blinked as he waved a hand towards your neck, where the marks were still very clearly visible. But before you could say anything, laughter sounded from the other room as a stream of taunts filtered in.

"I thought you said that you were good in bed, Cass. That's just embarrassing, not even a few hours later and poor Y/N has already forgotten all about you."

“Left an impression, my ass.”

Cassian

That's right, you could place him now. Him, and the somewhat blurred memory of frantic and passionate kisses, muscled arms holding you tightly, the sounds of...

Yep, you remembered.

Clearly not deterred in the slightest, Cassian gave you a dazzling smile, running a hand through his tousled hair before saying with a wink, "That's alright, I'll just have to make it more memorable for you next time."

You scrunched your nose at the implication. Sure, he was attractive. Honestly, one of the most attractive males you had ever laid eyes on. But you knew better than to fall for the clearly tried-and-tested smirk that you had no doubt had been used on countless females before you.

"Thanks," You noted the glint in his eyes as he continued fixing you with that intent glaze, "but I'll pass."

You walked towards the collection of snorts and laughter as you left Cassian standing in the kitchen with the stack of dishes, a slightly dumbfounded expression on his face.

*****

A few days into your visit, Mor had left you to your own devices for a few hours, which was how you ended up stretched out on one of the seats in the town house's garden, a book in hand as you basked in the sun. You were slightly aware of the back door opening and closing but paid it no real heed, that is, until the shadow of someone standing in front of you pulled your eyes away from the page.

You looked up expectantly, already anticipating the direction the conversation was heading in; having grown accustomed to Cassian's flirtations and not so subtle attempts of wooing you since that first morning.

"Is this seat taken?"

You looked towards the empty seat he was pointing at, and the one beside it, and the one beside that.

"Yes, it is. No go away, you're blocking the sun." You looked back down at your book, not sparing him a second glance.

"We can't have that now, can we, sweetheart?"

For a moment you thought he had actually listened to you and was heading back inside, that is until you quickly glanced up and found him sprawled across the glass, staring up at you with a smirk.

"What? You said that seat was taken. And at least from down here I'm not blocking the sun. You don't mind if I join you, do you?"

You stared ahead in frustration before letting out a huff as you returned to your book, not missing the grin that had spread over Cassian's face at your reaction.

A few minutes of silenced had passed, you had almost forgotten about Cassian's presence until he let out a soft laugh and said, "I hope you don't mind me saying, but you, right now, the way the sun is shining on you, you look like an absolute vision."

You shifted in your seat trying to ignore the irritation that simmered away.

"What is this? What are you doing?" You snapped back, not giving him a chance to answer, "Is this your way of flirting with me?"

Without missing a beat, Cassian answered, "Yes. Is it working?"

The wink he sent you had your indignantly moving your book up to block him out, and to prevent him from seeing the traitorous blush that spread across your cheeks.

*****

A few night later, you were having dinner with Mor and the rest of the inner circle, having grown quite close to some of them over the week you had been staying.

"You know what I don't get?" Cassian, who sat across from you, asked, "What I don't get, is how someone as beautiful as you could possibly be single. And, the funny thing is, I also happen to be single, but we can easily change that. How about it, Y/N? Fancy a drink?"

"Oh, I would but... I've already got one. Thanks anyway." You gave him a pretty little smile as you raised your glass before turning back to your conversation with Mor and Amren.

"Better luck next time," You heard Azriel say through a laugh as Rhys ruffled Cassian's hair.

*****

The next time you saw Cassian, he had run into the kitchen at an alarming speed, a slight look of panic in his eyes as you cautiously observed him.

“Y/N, I’m being serious, I need your help,” Your eyes crinkled in concern, “Please. Can I please borrow a kiss? I promise I’ll give it back.”

The faux-panicked look was quickly overtaken by a wide cheesy grin as he leant in towards you.

“Cassian,” You yelled, whacking him with a tea towel, “You prick! I thought something serious happened.”

“Something serious did happen, Y/N. The night we met, and you stole my heart… That alleyway will never be the same after what we shared there.”

You threw the tea towel at him as you stomped out of the room, passing a confused looking Mor, who, upon seeing Cassian standing there with a lovesick grin, rolled her eyes and followed after you.

*****

“I don’t get why you don’t just say yes,” Mor said as you heavily sipped from a glass of wine back at her apartment. “He’s one of the good ones, Y/N. Take away all of the cringy pick-up lines and I think he’s serious about wanting to take you out, he really does like you.”

“It’s not that easy…”

“No? What’s not easy about it?”

You starred at her, not wanting to say what was on your mind. She was just as stubborn though, if not even more so than you, so stared right back with a quirked eyebrow as she waited for your explanation.

Huffing in defeat, you flopped back onto the couch and let out a sigh.

“It’s not easy, Mor, because there’s no point. I leave in a few days so why start something up when it’s not going to last.”

“You don’t have to,” Mor sat herself beside you, wrapping an arm around you as you leant your head on her shoulder, “leave that is. You could stay.”

“Right,” You let out a sharp laugh, “Let me just pack up my whole life and move across Prythian for a guy I’ve known all of ten days.”

“Or,” Mor counted, sending her elbow into her ribs, “You could move across Prythian for your dearest friend who has missed you like crazy and knows that you’re miserable back home. The guy could just be a nice bonus on the side.”

You sat up, staring at your friend as you mulled over her words.

“Move here? Is that allowed? Where would I even live?”

“Yes, it is. I already spoke to Rhys about it, he would love for you to stay, said he’s already got some potential work lined up if you’re interested. And, obviously, you can stay with me until you find your own place.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

Huh. Now that was a thought.

“If I moved, that’s an if, not a yes, it would be for you, not because of…him”.

“I would hope so. Though I’m sure Cassian wouldn’t mind in the slightest.”

The knowing grin and wink she gave you had your cheeks reddening as you lifted a pillow to cover your blush. Mor just pulled you back against her side, knowing that your hesitancy to move was just a front and that you would be packed, moved and settled in Velaris within the week.

*****

It was, technically, your last night in Velaris before you went back home to pack up your belongings. After talking out the logistics with Mor and Rhys, you had excitedly agreed to move and become an official citizen and member of the Night Court.

You had spent the afternoon with Mor looking at potential apartments before making your way to Rita’s for a ‘goodbye’ drink with the rest of the inner circle.

After tossing and turning all of the previous night, you had come to the decision that moving to a new city, a new court, signified the beginning of a new chapter. So why not throw caution to the wind and see how things played out with a certain Illyrian male who was currently standing by himself at the bar while he waited to be served.

“Hey,” You somewhat yelled over the music and laughter of the fae around you.

Cassian did a double-take before dramatically clutching at his chest, “Y/N, it should be illegal to look that good, it’s not fair on the rest of the females here.”

You rolled your eyes, but your usual snarky remark didn’t follow.

“I know our time together is limited,” Cassian continued, the dramatic tone still lacing his voice, “But before you leave us behind, would you at least just grab my hand, just for a moment, so that I can tell everyone I’ve been touched by an angel?”

Shaking your head as he grinned down at you, you relented and grabbed his hand. He was quick to slip his fingers through yours with a satisfied smile.

“I’m not leaving,” You said, very much aware that your fingers were still laced together, “Well, I am. But Mor convinced me to move here, so I’ll be back in a week or so.”

Cassian’s eyebrows shot up, shock settling over his features. Clearly no one had told him of your plans.

“Oh?

“Yep.”

You were interrupted by the bartender as Cassian ordered you both a drink before turning back to you with a quizzical expression.

There was a beat of silence in which your hands were still interlocked, Cassian’s thumb absentmindedly caressing the back of your hand, and you watched one another for a moment, as if seeing each other in a different light.

“Your way of flirting is truly awful, by the way.” You teased with a small smile. With the way Cassian was looking at you, there was no chance of attempting to stop your blush.

“But is it working?

“Maybe…”

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aclowntiny · 7 months

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Hi! First of all, belated congrats on the 800 followers! 🥰🥰

Can you pls do how ateez would react to you calling them pretty boy? would they find it funny, get a bit emotional, be confused..

Thank you! ❤️

No, thank YOU 🥰 Ooh I can SO see some of the reactions already, truly a full spectrum here 😆 let’s get this 🍞! Warning: a bit suggestive in two, super silly in another 🤡

Ateez When You Call Them ‘Pretty Boy’

Hongjoong

You’d asked if it was a good day to pay a visit to the studio, and it was. Grabbing Hongjoong’s coffee order for him, your favorite for yourself, and an extra little treat to split, you swung by to see the hardworking man you adored.

“How’s it going, pretty boy?”

Your words fell out affectionate, honeyed as your eyes were when they fell upon your love.

“Good, beautiful.” Hongjoong replied instantly, but you can see the way his face ducks out of your view with a wide, shy smile.

“Good,” you repeated, “I brought you some caffeine and sugar to keep you going.”

“First I’m pretty, now this? No wonder I thought I was dreaming when you walked in,” Hongjoong replied, leaning over to plant a kiss on your forehead.

Swinging open the door with sugar coating your words and gaze as you had, you couldn’t help the flush you felt creep across your cheeks when it was handed right back to you. “Oh, stop it,” you waved off his compliment.

“You started it,” the love of your life shook his head and smiled, pulling you down into his lap, arms snaking around you, “so let me keep it going, hm?”

“Ok, pretty boy.” You couldn’t see Hongjoong without twisting, but as you rested your hand against his cheek you could feel warmth, smiling with satisfaction.

Seonghwa

“I-I don’t know, (y/n), what do you think?” Seonghwa was trying on a new outfit, something similar to a photoshoot ensemble he’d be modeling, and if his tight posture was anything to go off of confidence wasn’t running high.

Not that you could understand why- his body proportions, intense eyes, skill at owning a concept, all of them blew you away. “Are you kidding?” You waved an arm over him as he stood beneath a corporate dressing room spotlight. “You look amazing in that! You’re so tall and handsome they’ll beg you to switch to modeling. I know you’re feeling shy about the crop too, but there’s no reason to, pretty boy.”

With a glance down, Seonghwa repeated your words shyly.

Pride colored your smile as you took a step closer. “Beautiful man.”

“(Y/n), stop it,” he chided sheepishly, but all that did was encourage you.

“Why, scared of the truth?” Your hands found the collar of his top, tugged you closer in.

His ears were red. “No, I just…I do really appreciate it. Sometimes I worry my body could be better or that I won’t work the concept well or… I don’t know.”

“We all feel that way, hun, but trust me when I say you’re stunning, ok?”

Seonghwa’s eyes returned to yours, pink still dusting his cheeks as he smiled at you, your hands still on his chest. “Well, if I’m stunning, then you’re positively celestial.”

Celestial? Alright, then it was your turn to blush as Seonghwa pulled you into a quick, messy hug before disappearing back behind the black dressing room curtain.

Yunho

You crawled on top of Yunho where he lay flat, one hand propping up his head.

“Joining me?”

“If I may,” you teased, hovering above him in a rooting splay of limbs.

“Anytime,” he remarked, the hand not resting behind his head finding the small of your back and gently coaxing you all the way down, “you’re my favorite blanket, you know.”

“And you’re my favorite pillow.” You breathed in response before leaning in for a kiss, one Yunho deepened immediately, sending you gasping into his parted lips and fixing him with a wide-eyed smile of disbelief as you pulled slowly apart. “Little warning next time, pretty boy?”

The teasing glint in your eyes was contagious, it seemed, twinkling in Yunho’s as well. One corner of his mouth turned up in a smirk. “What did you call me?”

No beating around the bush, not if that was how he was playing it. “Pretty boy,” you repeated with a smirk of your own, one hand sassily supporting your chin.

Before you knew it, Yunho’s hands had encircled your hips and he slid out from beneath you, taking your place as the one hovering over. The bed creaked beneath each shift, the newfound pressure of his elbows.

“Call me that one more time, I dare you.”

You dared.

Yeosang

“Do you mind grabbing me a water while you’re up?” Those words came from Yeosang, your boyfriend, as he reclined on the dorm couch, a long day of work settling into his bones. Even in a somewhat tired state, he was gorgeous, his jawline accented by the way his head tilted back against the vertical cushions.

From the kitchen, you looked upon him fondly, not even tearing your eyes away to pop open the refrigerator and produce the requested bottle, your fingers closing around a familiar cold and plucking it forth. You made your way back to the living room with anticipation glimmering in your eyes.

“Whatever you say, pretty boy.”

At those words, Yeosang sat up. “What?”

“I said whatever you say, pre-”

“No, I heard you, I just…” He tilted his head like a cat, lifting a giggle from you. “I don’t know how to take that.” Yeosang’s face was serenely blank, only the tiniest hint of a furrow across his brow.

“Take it as a compliment. Or would you prefer ‘handsome man’ next time?” You ask, leaning an arm on the edge of the couch, head ducking closer to his.

Looking satisfied, Yeosang nods, a little smile playing on his lips. “That’s right.”

“Alright,” you tease, playfully swatting him, “getting a little bit cocky, are we, pretty boy?”

“I thought we agreed on-” You cut him off by presing your lips on his.

San

Faintest strands of light filtered into the room through the blinds, but they were not nearly enough to pierce the fluttering lids of your content eyes. San lay at your side, pressed just about as close as humanly possible to you, his nose gently nuzzling into your neck as if he could breathe you in.

His arm was thrown around you, your legs tangled in a mess of pooling pajama fabric upon the mattress.

“(y/n)?” Something about the way the little rays struck his shining hair, the utter content in his voice, his dark eyes peering upon you, had your heart soaring.

“Yes, pretty boy?” You replied before even thinking about it, the first sweet words that came to you rolling forth. He gave pause, lips parted soundlessly as his gaze softened even more- if that was possible.

Eyes shining, San broke into the widest of smiles, adorable dimples revealing themselves as he wrapped both hands around you. “You- you really think-”

An involuntary giggle escaped you at his surprise, the heart-fluttering way he clung to you, but your response came as immediately as the endearment itself. “Of course.”

“I can’t even begin to tell you how beautiful you are to me,” San replied, tone soaring with emotion, “but this moment right here is the closest to heaven I’ll ever get. Thank you…just for being you. I love you, (y/n).”

Your gaze shyly flitted between the sheets and San’s loving eyes as you smiled. “I love you, too, pretty boy.”

Mingi

The two of you are play-fighting, just halfway to having a fake wrestling match when you land a soft “blow” on his chest. “Take that, pretty boy!”

“Pretty boy? Coming from the most beautiful?”

At that point he’s frozen, you’re frozen, both of you are just staring at each other. Mingi’s ears have gotten a bit red. And all at once everything in you gives into the flush of his words, your head falling shyly onto his chest.

“Hey, don’t get shy on me now,” he says, tilting your head up with a finger under your chin.

“Ok,” you agree, leaning forward to connect your lips, smiling as Mingi’s arms wrap around you.

You lower your joined bodies down, and the moment you separate, Mini giving you a lovestruck grin, you press a hand to his chest, lightly pinning him down. “I won.”

“Nope, you kissed me,” Mingi argues, leaning his forehead against yours, “so I’d say I won.”

Wooyoung

In all honesty, you thought you were being sexy. Wooyoung and you were tossing banter back and forth, then you crossed your arms stubbornly and hit him with the holy grail of corny fanfic flirts: “Oh yeah, what’s it to you, pretty boy?”

His eyes widen, though, and soften. “You think I’m pretty?”

Of course the first thought crossing your mind is to clarify, to object on the grounds of be more turned on, but as you fix your gaze on him Wooyoung looks so…enamored? Overjoyed? You just can’t kill his enthusiasm because hey, he’s not wrong in the slightest.

“Of course I do,” you agree, banter almost entirely forgotten now in place of a more earnest tone, “you’re surprised?”

“I guess a little,” he replies, sliding over to your side to kiss your cheek, “but I’m happy. Someone as beautiful as you really thinks I’m pretty too!”

Jongho

How had it even started? Someone teased someone, you were sure, but nearly all your thoughts had faded, your entire being focused into the pumping of your legs as you ran from Jongho’s chase, a mad little laugh escaping you as you rounded a tight corner.

Venturing a swivel of your head, you saw Jongho bearing quickly upon you. Curse his soccer legs, the man was a fast runner. Speed would not be your method of victory.

Evasion, then. Eyeing the kitchen, you sprang up onto the counter like a cat, folding your legs as you scooted into the corner where cabinets met just enough distance above the smooth surface for you to compact into. Folding your legs into a froglike crouch, you smirked at Jongho as he barreled into the kitchen after you. “What are you going to do now, pretty boy?”

The moment the words reverberated from you, Jongho’s nose was wrinkling in apparent disgust. “Pretty boy? Oh, that is it.”

Without warning, he scooped you back off the counter and into his arms, holding your back to his chest as you protested. “Why do you have to be so strong?”

“I thought you loved it,” he replied, breath warm against your ear with each of his teasing words. You could feel his heartbeat against your back from all the running.

“I do, but I also like winning,” you pouted.

“Too bad,” Jongho chuckled as he spun you around into a kiss.

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 7 months

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Hello darling. Hope you had nice day and that I'm not disturbing ☺️. Please drink some water, eat something and take your meds if you take any.

Now . Hear me out. Sub!Larissa x Dom reader. Larissa had really bad day and r comforts her. Slowly things heat up and basically ends in L drooling and moaning with every hole stuffed to the brim. (R is type of outcast that can clone themselves but it disappears at will) . Some fluff and aftercare as well. Cuz heavens know this woman deserves it.

My that sounds dirty 😂 I'll understand if you are uncomfortable with writing this love, no pressure. Have nice rest of the day/night.

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Heyyy, 💤 anon!! Thank you for your patience. Yes, I love this idea 🥰 I love Sub!Larissa Weems content! And I won’t judge you, this is a safe, dirty-friendly space 💗 Anyways, hope you Enjoy!! ♥️

In Times of Need ~Sub!Larissa xFem Dom!Wife!Reader

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, strap-on fucking, eating out, body admiration, cloning, crying, kissing, drooling, anxiety, implied anxiety attack, stress, stress aches, overstimulation, etc.

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Larissa walked through your front door and closed it behind her. You heard the click and your eyes flickered to the clock.

9pm… On a Friday…

She made it into the middle of the ground floor when she suddenly stopped.

“Hey Love!” You exclaimed from the kitchen.

But you got no response. You had heard the blonde come in but you hadn’t heard or seen her… Puzzled, you threw the towel which you were drying your hands with aside, and you walked into the living room which connected to the front hallway.

And there you found your wife, standing frozen in the middle of the hallway. Her shoulders were tensed, her lips pursed, her hands clutching her briefcase tightly, And her eyes were moving frantically from side to side.

“ ‘Rissa…?” You softly spoke.

Larissa’s eyes blinked and she was pulled from her thoughts back to you. She sighed incontently.

“I’m sorry, Darling… Lot of my mind…” her lips moved imprecisely in a combination sigh and mumble.

“Oh Love… Bad day…Lots on your mind…?” you comforted, lightly correcting her choice of words and coming up into her personal space.

Her eyes darted away and began its frantic movements once more. Your hand went to her cheek, caressing her face.

“Forgot my anxiety medication today…” Larissa whispered and nodded, her eyes still frantic and now starting to tear up.

Suddenly she dropped her briefcase. You sighed lightly and began to coax her out of her coat.

“I’m so sorry, ‘Ris…” you comforted the blonde.

You got her out of her coat, taking it and placing it away on its designated hook.

“It’s too much… I… no meds… got yelled at… I… c-can’t… think anymore…” the tall principal choked out.

You sighed and ran your hands lovingly down her shoulders, leaving your hands in an embrace with hers. You squeezed her hands reassuringly.

“Let me, Love…? Let me help…” you cooed.

The woman bit her lip and nodded.

“Deep breaths for me ‘Rissa please.”

Larissa listened to you and took a few deep breaths.

“Have you eaten?” You asked.

She nodded.

“Stress eating…” your wife mumbled.

Your face was filled with concern and care at her the more the blonde spoke.

“Alright, well let’s get you upstairs.” You softly cooed.

Larissa nodded and follows your lead as you brought her with you upstairs and into your shared bedroom. You placed the woman on the edge of the bed, sitting behind her. You began removing her tight pins, pin after pin, while also massaging her tight muscles. The blonde let out many small whimpers and sighs of pleasure along the way.

Once you had let all of your wife’s curls loose, you helped her stand up slowly. You unzipped her dress slowly, letting it pool to the ground. Once Larissa had stepped out of the garment, you took it and placed it in the laundry basket. You then guided the woman to the middle of the bed.

You laid down next to her, her figure inside yours, as you spooned her. One of your hands massaged her hair and scalp, and the other wandered her body, slowly massaging the tension away.

“Breathe, Baby… Deep breaths… Let me take care of you” you whispered into her ear.

Larissa let out a sigh of relief at your words. She felt safe in your arms.

“T-thank you…” she mumbled, a few tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

“Of course, Love… Anytime” you comforted.

At your words, the blondes tears fell down her cheeks.

“I… my make up… mess…” Larissa stammered.

“It’s alright, don’t worry about it…” you cooed, moving her body to face you and looking her in the eyes, “I’ll help you with that later…”

More tears flowed from the woman’s eyes as she nodded. You then placed your hands on her shoulder and hip, and lovingly pecked her lips, effectively picking up a good amount of her lipstick onto your lips. You then began to kiss her neck, transferring her lipstick from your mouth to her skin.

Larissa’s breath was evening out the more skin contact you made. You went back up to peck her lips once more, and then started kissing her shoulders, so that both her neck and shoulders were littered with kiss marks. After yet another peck to the lips, you marked the valley of her breasts with smudges of red. At this, the blonde moaned lightly. You looked up at your wife to check in with her.

“Is this alright…?” You gently asked.

Larissa nodded vigorously.

“Yesss…” she breathed out.

You looked up to the blonde and smiled at her response.

“You wanna talk about it…?”

You received a strangled sigh from her in return.

“I… I just have so much to do, all of time time…” Larissa whispers, “And it all piles up. I go to bed with things I couldn’t get done, then I wake up, and I’m behind because those things and ten others need to have been done in the days before” she rambled.

“I hear you, love… But remember, you’re doing the best that you can. You’re amazing, and you’re giving it your all.” You lovingly hummed.

“I just can’t remember the last time… a time where I wasn’t this stressed and—” the blonde’s voice chocked out for a second, before she continued, “and anxious… I just live with constant anxiety, my body aches all day long from the stress… Sometimes I wish I could just scream at the top of my lungs and get it all out” she answered.

Your face was filled with concern and care. You continued your administrations as Larissa let out all that had been bothering her. As you went on, she started to let out breathy whimpers and light moans more and more, while you worked the stress out of her body.

Eventually when Larissa had talked herself out for the time being, sitting up, you moved yourself to sit in between your wife’s legs. You then doubled yourself. Your clone moved to sit behind you, placing Larissa in between your clone’s own legs. Larissa’s eyes widened lightly and looked at the original you in question.

“Easier to cover more ground” you quipped with a light smirk.

You and your clone then took turns kissing the tall woman’s lips, then kissing, marking, littering her body with the lipstick smudges. Larissa leaned into both of your touches, lightly purring with delight. Her breathing had evened out. But you could still feel some tension in the tall blonde’s body.

“What do you feel for most of your day? What emotions do you carry with you the most, ‘Rissa?” You caringly asked.

Larissa let out a deep sigh at your posed questions. She had to think about it for a minute.

“I suppose… I feel trapped for great portions of my day… and I also feel lonely and inadequate…” she confessed.

Your heart ached at the words and meanings coming from your lovers lips. You wanted to take all the pain away from her, carry it on you back for her.

“Im proud of you for expressing yourself, love.” You praised the blonde, while unclipping her bra and removing it out of sight and mind.

Larissa sighed in relief at the harness of her breasts and back being relieved. You began to pay special attention to the newly visible skin, making your woman get goosebumps as you kissed her bare breasts. Your clone was massaging the parts of her back, which were sore from her bra.

“Can you tell me a bit about what it’s like for you to feel trapped…?”

You heard her take another shuttered, deep breath, needing a moment to compose herself, before going to answer your question,

“I feel— I feel like I’m stuck in a loop or tornado, where I can’t get out. No matter what I do, I never do the right thing. I can’t change anything. I can’t satisfy what others need of me, even though that’s all I try to do, all day long…” she vented.

Tears has started to come back to your wife’s eyes. She was trying to hold them back as best she could. You kissed each tear away as it fell down her cheek.

“Hey, hey… It’s okay to cry…” you whispered near her ear, nipping at her earlobe lovingly.

The blonde nodded in recognition of your words and croaked out a soft thank you. You nodded, then slowly moved down from her ear, making your way down Larissa’s figure, leaving litterings of lipstick stains and kisses everywhere you went.

“How about feeling lonely…? Can you expand on that feeling in your day?”

Larissa’s breathing had gotten shallow once more, but it wasn’t because of her anxiety this time. Your clone was sucking on her pressure point, as you kissed her up and down her inner thighs. When she didn’t seem to recognize your question, you pulled up slightly to look at Larissa. She was leaned back against your clone, her eyes screwed shut and her mouth open, taking ragged breaths.

“No no please…” Larissa breathlessly groaned, her eyes immediately perking up, “Please don’t stop…”

“Ok… But try your best to answer my questions, alright?” You chuckled lightly, and while doing so, beginning to slowly remove the blonde’s knickers.

Larissa sucked in a breath in recognition of what you were asking of her, and she nodded. You then fully removed her undergarments, and the woman swiftly spread her legs for you without needing to be asked.

“Good girl…” your clone breathed out under her breath, right in the shell of Larissa’s ear.

Your wife caught your praise and it send shivers straight to her core. Her face lit up with redness too, and you couldn’t help but admire how beautiful she looked.

“So… you had said that you feel lonely…?” You prompted Larissa, before lowering your mouth to her heat and slowly exploring her folds.

Larissa’s eyes flew shut and she nodded vigorously. Your clone now took to teasing the blonde’s perked buds, making it only more difficult for Larissa to reply to your asks.

“Yes I… I sit in my office all day long… alone, except for meetings… N-none asks me how I’m doing, no one stops to say hello, no one knows when my birthday is, I have no f-friends…!” The blonde breathlessly whimpers, “faster please…!”

“Because you answered my question and asked so nicely…” you hum in delight, speeding up the pace in which you lap away at her sex.

Larissa’s hands tightly fist the bedsheets and her head is rolled back against your clone’s body. The blonde rocks her body against your tongue, chasing her much needed high.

“Want… wanna cum… please help me—! Need more…!!” Your wife pleads with you.

“I’ve got one more question for you…” your clone purrs in Larissa’s ear, “and then we’ll let you cum.”

The blonde lets out a strangled moan and nods in recognition. You continue stuffing your face in the woman’s cunt, your tongue fucking into her walls and tasting her delicious juices.

“Tell me about the last feeling… inadequacy. How does that impact/feel in your life?” Your clone caringly asks.

This time, it really takes a lot of concentration from Larissa to give you a solid answer.

“It’s like I—I step into ever-y room and and… Oh God—!”

Your bringing Larissa right to the edge and then pulling her off of it, over and over again.

“And I’m always… always in-nadeq-quate, always not worthy not enough, t-too difffferent! Please please please…!!” She whimpers.

Your clone has her mouth attached to one of Larissa’s nipples, sucking on it teasingly, while Larissa’s hand is driving your head further into her pussy.

“I’m— I never enough! Outcast lesbian tall woman shapeshifter…! Please Y/N Mmm gonna cum…!!!” Larissa cries out.

Your clone releases her mouth from the blonde’s tit with a pop!, her hands replacing where her mouth was.

“Cum for me, ‘Rissa” your clone purrs into Larissa’s ear, and you purr into her pussy.

The tall woman lets go with a loud cry, her body trembling as the waves of euphoria wash over her. Her mouth hangs open and her knuckles go white as she clings to the bedsheets.

Your tongue guides her through her through her high, and you happily drink all of her squirting goodness. Meanwhile, your clone whispers words of praise into Larissa’s ear and uses her hands to massage and comfort the blonde through her climax.

Eventually, your wife’s eyes flutter back open and her body’s shaking calms down to more of small shivers. You come up from in between her legs, glistening cum all over your face, and you meet the blonde face to face, connecting your lips to hers. She hums in delight as your tongue gently enters her mouth. You kiss her lovingly, letting the woman taste herself on your tongue.

You pull away and meet Larissa’s content yet at the same time wanting more expression. You cup her cheek, caressing her face, before you and your clone slip off of the bed.

“We’ll be right back” you reassure the blonde who nods with anticipation.

When you’re both ready, you and your clone come back into the room, revealing matching straps to the blonde on the bed. Larissa gasps and bites her lip, nodding eagerly in approval. You came up the the blonde and positioned her so that she was trapped between you and your clone.

You both then eased into Larissa’s holes, effectively stretching her out and making her keel over in pleasure. Her lips quivered and spewed forth strings of moans and whimpers. Once the blonde gave you the go ahead, you two and your clone began to fuck her deeper and more intense, but keeping the pace slow and painfully pleasurable.

Larissa’s mouth hung open and her eyes were rolled far back in her foggy mind. Her creamy thighs trembled, but you quickly supported the blonde’s frame lest she collapse on you. Your clone took the opportunity to palm your wife’s tits, only making Larissa cry out in pleasure even more.

“Mmmmmm Darling…! S-so closssse…!!” The woman cried out.

You brought your fingers to Larissa’s mouth.

“Shhhh, sweet girl…” you cooed, “I know, Baby… You’re all drooly for me…”

You smirked at Larissa’s drool, traveling down her chin, as you stuffed your fingers into her mouth. She gladly accepted them, moaning at having another hole of hers stuffed.

“Cum for me, ‘Rissa…” you purred into the blonde’s ear.

Your words sent Larissa into a frenzy, and with all her jokes being so tirelessly worked, she tipped over the edge once more with ease.

Her high left her limp and panting. You were about to continue, push her further, when her voice interrupted you.

“Red D-darling… too much…” Larissa breathlessly stammered.

You immediately understood, making your clone slowly pull out of her and then making the clone disappear. You then slowly pulled out of the blonde, and set your strap-on aside.

“Thank you for telling me. I’m so proud of you.” You caringly comforted the woman.

You then went to the bathroom and returned with a washcloth. You cleaned Larissa up, gently and taking your time. Afterward, you guided her into the bathtub. You ran the water, and got in the tub as well, starting to lovingly clean and caress the goddess in front of you. You made sure to clean the make up of her face as well.

Larissa was all ready for bed once she’d had you help out on her nighttime clothes. She practically fell face first on the bed. You giggled lightly, before joining the woman. Snuggled up into each other’s bodies, Larissa spoke for the first time in a while.

“Thank you, Love. I mean it.” The blonde whispered.

“Of course, ‘Ris… Anytime” you cooed in a hushed tone, then kissing the woman on the forehead lovingly.

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Larissa Weems Masterlist

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