#fluffy fanfic

[thesecondhandwoman]

Ambessa with a diva reader like very pouty and such

ATTENTION SEEKER

Ambessa x f!reader

Synopsis: You, being the needy thing you always were, desperately wanted Ambessa’s attention, which was trapped on piles of paperwork. So, to try and change her mind, you begged with a pout to go to the bathhouse and have an intimate time.

Request: Anon 🤍

Ambessa Medarda was not an easy woman to distract. As a general of Noxus, she was hardened, focused, and utterly resolute. Nothing, not even the chaos of a battlefield, could pull her attention away from her work.

Except, of course, you.

And it was this power you wielded with a mischievous pout as you leaned against the doorframe of her study, arms crossed, watching her pour over yet another set of trade agreements.

Ambessa,” you whined, drawing her name out as though it physically hurt to say it. “You’ve been staring at those documents for hours. When are you going to pay attention to me?”

Without lifting her head, Ambessa replied in that low, commanding voice that sent shivers down your spine. “I’ve told you, my love, this needs to be done tonight.”

“But I need to be done tonight,” you countered, your pout deepening. You pushed off the doorframe and approached her desk, the silk of your robe whispering against the marble floors.

Ambessa finally glanced up, her golden eyes flicking over you briefly before returning to her papers. “Is that so?” she murmured, the faintest smirk playing on her lips.

“Yes,” you said, sliding onto the edge of her massive desk, deliberately placing yourself between her and her work. “You’ve been ignoring me all day. I’m starting to think you love your trade agreements more than you love me.”

Ambessa set her pen down with an exaggerated sigh, leaning back in her chair. “Don’t be ridiculous. You’re far more entertaining than trade agreements.”

“Then prove it,” you said, your voice dropping into a teasing lilt. “Take a break. Come to the bathhouse with me.”

Ambessa’s smirk widened. “And what makes you think I have time for that?”

You leaned forward, close enough that your breath ghosted over her jaw. “Because,” you murmured, “if you don’t, I’ll just have to entertain myself. Alone. In the bathhouse. With all that warm water and steam and—”

Her large hand caught your wrist before you could slide off the desk. “You’re impossible,” she muttered, though her voice was tinged with amusement.

You grinned triumphantly, tugging at her hand. “Come on, Ambessa. You’ll feel so much better after a soak. And so will I, once I have you all to myself.”

Her gaze lingered on you for a long moment, weighing her options. Finally, with a resigned sigh, she stood, towering over you. “Fine, but if I come with you, you’re making it worth my time, alright, little one?.”

“Oh, I intend to,” you purred with a wicked smile, already pulling her toward the door.

The bathhouse within the Medarda estate was nothing short of opulent. It was a sprawling chamber of marble and gold, with steaming pools of water that reflected the soft glow of lanterns. The air was thick with the scent of lavender and sandalwood, a heady combination that immediately set your nerves at ease.

You let your silk robe slip from your shoulders, the fabric pooling at your feet as you stepped into the water. The heat enveloped you like a lover’s embrace, and you sighed in contentment.

Ambessa, meanwhile, was slower to undress, her movements deliberate and unhurried as she shed her armor and clothing. When she finally joined you, the sight of her bare, powerful frame took your breath away, as it always did.

“You’re staring,” she said, her deep voice carrying a hint of amusement.

“Can you blame me?” you replied, letting your eyes roam over her. “You’re breathtaking, Ambessa.”

She rolled her eyes, though the slight flush on her cheeks betrayed her. She sank into the water across from you, leaning back against the edge of the pool with a contented sigh.

For a moment, the two of you simply basked in the warmth and quiet, the tension from the day melting away. But your patience, as always, had its limits.

Sliding through the water, you moved to straddle Ambessa’s lap, your arms draping over her broad shoulders. “See?” you purred. “Isn’t this much better than trade agreements?”

Ambessa’s hands settled on your hips, her thumbs brushing over your skin in slow, deliberate circles. “I’ll admit, it has its perks,” she said, her voice low and teasing.

“Only perks?” you asked, feigning offense.

Her lips quirked into a smirk. “Yes, only perks. Unless you can convince me otherwise, love.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. Leaning in, you pressed your lips to hers, soft at first, testing, before deepening the kiss. The taste of her, rich and heady, was intoxicating, and you poured all your pent-up need into the kiss, desperate to remind her exactly why she couldn’t resist you.

Ambessa responded in kind, her grip on your hips tightening as she pulled you closer. The heat of the water was nothing compared to the heat between you, the air thick with the crackling energy of your shared desire.

When you finally pulled back, your lips were swollen, your breath coming in shallow gasps. “Convinced yet?” you asked, your voice barely more than a whisper.

Ambessa’s golden eyes burned as she gazed at you, her lips quirking into a rare, genuine smile. “Very,” she murmured, her voice rough with want.

The two of you stayed in the bathhouse far longer than you’d planned, losing yourselves in each other. By the time you finally returned to your chambers, your skin was pruned, your legs wobbly, and your heart full.

Ambessa carried you to bed, her strength never failing to make you feel small and cherished in the best possible way. She laid you down gently, tucking the blankets around you before sliding in beside you.

“Happy now?” she asked, her voice low and warm as she pulled you into her arms.

“Ecstatic,” you murmured, nuzzling into her chest.

Ambessa chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Good. Now let me sleep before you come up with another scheme to distract me tomorrow.”

You grinned against her skin, already plotting your next move. But for now, you were content to simply bask in her warmth, knowing that no matter how much you teased or pouted, Ambessa would always give in to you in the end.

Because while she may have been a general to the rest of the world, to you, she was just Ambessa, yours, and yours alone.

A/N: Omg I’m finally posting something (I felt like it was way too long). Hope you guys enjoy this short lil request.

[icycoldninja]

OMG HII WELCOME BACKK im glad to see you again. I was rewatching Spy x family the other day. Can i request a vergil x reader story but theyre like loid and yor? it can be fluff or angst. I'd love to see your take with both eventually but either fluff or angst is fine. WELCOME BACK AGAINN❤️❤️

Hey! Glad to be back! I liked Spy x Family too, so this'll be fun to write. Gonna go ahead and screw with the multiverse by making this an AU where Nero meets Vergil first instead of Dante. Gotta say it turned out fluffier than I intended, but I hope you enjoy!

The half-devil and the devil hunter (Vergil x Reader AU)

Vergil, the storm that is approaching and dangerous half demon, capable of doing almost anything and destroying anyone, found himself in a precarious situation. A 4-year-old clone of himself refused to go to sleep and was begging for another story. When Vergil denied him his request, the boy broke down into tears and was currently thrashing about on the floor, screaming "Story! Story! STORRYYY!"

Vergil didn't want to disappoint the poor kid any more than he already was, but also wanted to demonstrate his authority as his father, so his child would respect him and not expect him to be a pushover, which Vergil adamantly insisted he wasn't. But when it came to cute little toddlers with their pudgy cheeks and teary puppy eyes, Vergil found his resolve wavering.

A few minutes later, with the tiny tot happily snuggled up in his lap under a blanket, Vergil began reflecting on how he even ended up with a child in his custody in the first place. To make a long story short, he had passed by an orphanage once while conducting some half-devil-related business and saw a little boy who looked remarkably like himself playing outside. Upon further inquiry and a DNA test, it was revealed that the boy was indeed Vergil's son, and had been left there shortly after his mother (whose whereabouts remain a mystery) had given birth. Overcome by a sense of sentimentality that normally would not be present within his cold heart, Vergil elected to adopt the boy (named Nero) and raise him as his own. However, in his gusto, Vergil neglected to consider the responsibilities of parenthood—not that he regretted this. He was actually quite content with his current situation.

A few weeks after adopting Nero, Vergil had the honor of running into you, an up-and-coming devil hunter, as you returned home from a mission. Thankfully, you wore a disguise that concealed your weapons, or else he would have caught sight of them and hightailed it out of there before Nero could even notice you were approaching. Enamored by the toddler's cuteness, you couldn't help but stop and say hi. Nero, normally not that chatty with strangers, took a liking to you immediately; Vergil falling for your unintentional charms not too long afterwards. Like father like son, they say.

Because you frequently traveled that road to get to work and to get home from work, and Vergil walked that same road almost every afternoon when he took Nero out for some exercise, you ran into each other all the time. It soon became something you both looked forward to. Every day, you would stop and say "hi", Nero would chatter about things like his toys and stuff he wanted to do, Vergil would mumble about the weather, and you would try very hard to pretend you didn't notice the deep blush on his cheeks.

Was it really any surprise that he asked you out on a date one day? Well, yes, because you honestly didn't expect he would gather the courage to do it anytime soon--you thought you would have to make the first move! But, you were pleasantly surprised, and both of you enjoyed your night out, making plans for another one sometime in the future. It started slow and awkard, but Vergil was the most intriguing person you'd ever met; the more you got to know him, the more you wanted to know more. While he wasn't shy about talking about his relationship with his brother and his past lover, who gave birth to Nero, he convienently left out his demonic heritage. He figured it would be safer for the both of you if you didn't know. You were keeping your fair share of secrets too, particularly about what you did for work. You simply told him you worked at an agency and had signed an agreement that prevented you from talking about any details. Just like Vergil, though you didn't know it, you thought it would be in both of your best interests if Vergil didn't know you were a devil hunter.

As time passed, you got to know each other better, and little Nero started treating you as his mother figure. Vergil decided that he loved you enough, and felt that you would make a perfect mother for Nero, so, rushed as it may seem, he asked you to marry him, and to his surprise, you agreed quite readily. You weren't planning anything nefarious, of course, you had just gotten attached to little Nero and since you were infatuated with Vergil anyway, why not? What was the point in dragging it out and making everybody wait if you were ready to commit?

Keeping secrets never gives benefits in the long run, though. Even though you're now a happy couple with an adorable son, there remains an incessant nagging in the back of your head saying that hiding the truth from your husband is wrong, and bad things will happen if you continue doing so. Vergil feels the same way and hopes you never learn he is a son of Sparda. Fortunately, as long as he refrain from using his powers around you and ensures you never meet Dante, his secret will stay hidden.

That is, of course, as long as little Nero didn't end up inheriting some of his papa's special talents.

[bunnis-monsters]

You get sick, and your two vampire boyfriends who haven’t been humans in centuries are scrambling around trying to figure out how to help you feel better.

“Should we drink from her? Bloodletting was a popular method of curing the ill in my time.”

Your other boyfriend blinked at the first incredulously. “Are you stupid? Hasn’t that been disproven for years now?”

“It was supposed to get the bad blood out! What if we’ve contaminated her with our depravity and now her human soul is in peril!?”

“She’s sneezing, not shriveling into a pile of dust.”

You are too amused to help them at first, watching as they fret over you and place their cool hands on your head, but soon you need some food and medicine to keep yourself from getting anymore ill.

“Just… some soup and Tylenol… that’s all I need…”

As quick as possible, they prepare you a bowl of (questionable) soup. It’s edible enough, and the Tylenol helps with your fever.

As you finally drift off, your lovers curl up with you, watching you as you sleep. They cling to your chubby form, using your low fever to warm themselves, and their cool bodies to keep your from getting too hot.

They have much researching to do, never wanting to be clueless about your needs again.

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[thesillymask]

D-Do I see Abel?

....

Can I request an Abel x Female Reader where the reader comforts Ab after a stressful day at work?

Yes! You see our beloved boy Abel! By the way, sorry for the delay! The last few months have been a bit busy for me.

Soft as wool, sweet as honey

Abel x Fem!Winner!Reader (Relationship established)

Genre: fluffy

⚠️warnings:Psychological pressure, possible triggers

Abel never wanted this to be honest, he never wanted to be the new leader of the exorcists. he just agreed to it to continue his father's legacy, even though his father doesn't give a damn about him.

To say he was nervous was an understatement, he was very anxious about the whole thing. Being the leader of the exorcists is a very high position and he was not at all prepared for it. He had to have an extremely long conversation with Sera about the rules and his duties as the new leader, in addition to having to train for hours to have some combat skills. And let's not even mention the paperwork, dammit! What's the need for so many documents!? Couldn't he just write down his name and make it official?

And if that wasn't enough the next day he had more work, and very early! He spent almost the entire day hiring new exorcists and running after new angelic weapons. That job really wasn't for him... But he couldn't give up now! Not when all the seraphim were counting on him and the exorcists needed new members and a new leader after the disaster of the last extermination. He had to do it, it was his duty... He needed to...

Once his work was finally done, he stretched and gave an exhausted sigh. He then gets up from the chair he was in and leaves his office. He locks his door, a tired look on his face as he takes off the mask, fixing his hair.

— "god... What a tiring day..."

He mutters to himself and then spreads his wings, flapping them lightly and then starting to fly. He must have to fly a lot until he finally gets to his house, after all his father's office (which was now his) was very far from where he lived. He gently opens the door, closing it behind him as he lets out a soft groan of frustration. he is then greeted by (name), his girlfriend, his gaze softening as he saw her

— "Honeybun... Hi..."

He gives a slight smile when he sees her, placing his mask on a nearby piece of furniture and hugs her, wrapping her in his arms while muttering softly. (name) notices his tired behavior and gently strokes his back.

— "hey Abel... How was work today?"

She asks, a hint of concern in her voice. She barely saw him all day and was thinking about him all day. Abel just nods and lets out a sigh, before breaking the hug.

— "It was... It was good... I think..."

He said softly, his shoulders slumping as he looked away. It was clear he didn't want to worry her, but it was obvious how stressed he was at that moment. (name)'s gaze softens and she puts her hands on his shoulders Abel, making him look at her

— "You don't look well... Do you want to sit down and talk a little?"

She says with a warm expression, wanting Abel to know that she was there for him. Abel looks at him for a few seconds before nodding slowly. She takes Abel into the living room, sitting next to him on the sofa. Abel was looking down, avoiding looking at her. She notices his tension and reaches out to touch his arm.

— "hey... Look at me..."

(name) says in a soft, sweet tone. Abel hesitates for a moment before looking at her, his eyes looking at her, you could see he looked agitated.

— "Tell me... Was work very stressful for you?"

(name) asks, her eyes never leaving his face. Abel lets out a sigh and nods, looking down at the ground again.

— "yeah... I had to endure over and over job interviews with so many candidates... There were so many and I was so agitated... They looked so serious and had a blank look in their eyes... Also I had to look for new angelic weapons for the new exorcists... I had to order several of them..."

He says in a frustrated tone, his hands clasped together as his fingers press together a little tighter, a sign of how nervous and overwhelmed he is. (name) looks at him with a soft and understanding look, I understand how stressful the day must have been. her hand moves down his arm to his hand, holding it

— "It must have been too much for you..."

(name) stops talking for a moment, before speaking again.

— "You know you don't have to do this, right?..."

— "Of course I do... Everyone is counting on me... I can't let them down now... I can't give up now..."

Abel says, turning to look at her, his brow slightly furrowed as he looked away. (name) reaches her other hand to Abel's face, cupping his cheek and turning his head to look at her.

— "I understand that you don't want to disappoint others... But if you don't want that... You can't force yourself to do it..."

Abel just lets out another sigh, burying his face in his hands.

— "I know I know... I just... I'm just tired... I'll be fine, I promise..."

He then takes his hands off his face and looks at her

— "I just need to recover..."

He says, trying to reassure her and convince her that everything was okay. (name) looks at him, seeing that Abel needed comfort more than anything. she suddenly pulls him into a hug, holding him close and stroking his back

— "ok... If that's what it takes..."

She says in a low, soft tone, making Abel feel a warmth in his chest. He hugs her back and buries his face in her shoulder, closing his eyes as he enjoys the feeling.

— "thank you... thank you very much... I needed this..."

he says, snuggling his face into the crook of her neck as he holds her close. They stay hugging like that until (name) has an idea and lies down on the couch, pulling him along. Abel lets out a soft cry of surprise, before relaxing and burying his face in her chest, letting out a soft sigh of relief. (name) begins to gently stroke his hair, humming sweetly.

— "Comfortable?"

she asked, earning a nod and a soft, muffled 'mhm' from Abel. an affectionate smile and continues to caress his hair, her fingers snaking through the strands, feeling the softness and smoothness. they sit in peaceful silence until Abel suddenly speaks

— "hey cinnamonpie"

he says quietly, earning a curious look from (name)

— "yeah?"

— "I love you..."

— "I love You too..."

Here it is! I'm sorry if it wasn't what you wanted. I really tried my best

I'm so happy to be the first to do an Abel x reader, I love him so much! I want to hug him and never let him go 💖

[hotchsofficialwifey]

mike bf request :>

abby and reader having a girls day talking about boys and it being super cute! and mike being annoyed about all this he doesnt want abby to grow up it makes him upset she’s starting to find interest in boys in her class 😞🙈

this request is so cute, i'm obsessed! bf mike >>>

"oh yeah?" you tease gently, looking up from your drawing. "what's his name?"

"luke!" abby admits, excited but somewhat embarrassed. "he's really nice! he shared his halloween candy with me last week!"

you had been dating mike for about two months, but you had been babysitting abby for many more. in the months you had known her, the two of you had grown really close; and on this particular day, when the both of you were hunched over the living room coffee table, drawing and watching her favorite cartoon, she admitted she had a crush on a boy from her school.

you thought it was really cute, and you felt ever-so-slightly proud that you were the first person she told. mike was sitting at the dining table and, unbeknownst to you, listening to the conversation. you didn't realize he was upset until you got up to get a glass of water and saw him with his eyebrows furrowed and arms crossed.

"you good, mike?" you asked after taking a sip.

"yeah." he huffed out. you love mike with all your heart, but he is quite possibly the least subtle person you know.

"c'mon, what's up?" you take a seat next to him at the table. he sighs heavily, before explaining:

"i just think she's too young for all this boyfriend-girlfriend stuff. after all we've been through? after all she's been through? i don't know, I just-I just don't think she should be worrying about that stuff." you smiled softly, finding his concern really sweet. one of the things that you found most attractive about mike was how well he treated his little sister, especially after everything that happened at the pizzeria.

"well, i can assure you she's not worried about anything. she just thinks he's cute, which is totally normal for a girl her age! i started having crushes around that age too, it's really no big deal. you don't need to worry so much, mike, she's smart enough to know how to deal with this stuff."

he contemplated for a second, absorbing your words before the tension in his forehead and eyebrows melted.

"yeah...yeah, I guess you're right. sorry, i just don't want her growing up so fast. sometimes i wish i could put a brick on her head to stop her from growing." you both let out an airy giggle.

"yeah, me too. but she'll always be your little sister, whether she likes it or not."

"yeah," he replied, watching abby draw in the distance. "yeah, she'll always be my little sister."

[minnophee-writes]

Right Where You Were Meant To Be

Fandom: Avengers [Marvel]

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Plus-size Reader

Summary: The reader has a crush on Bucky the second she looked at him but she also has feelings of self-consciousness about her body and doubts she’d ever end up with Bucky or any guy like Bucky. That all changes one night at one of Tony’s parties.

Word Count: 2,760 words

A/N: This is a cute little one-shot idea I had and just wanted to write out. I feel there aren’t many plus-size!reader stories so I wanted to make my own. I’m a chubby girl and felt like I needed some love, lmao. Any mistakes I take responsibility for, this story wasn’t beta read, so I apologize for any mistakes. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!!! <3 <3 <3 [edit: this is an old fanfic lol]

It all started when you looked at him for the first time. He had just moved into the Tower, and you had just gotten the job as Tony's new assistant since Pepper had become CEO of Stark Industries. Because you worked in an environment with superheroes who were very fit and healthy, you had become self-conscious of yourself; whether it would be what you wore, the things you ate, or just how your body looked in general.

Being a bigger girl, it often took a toll on your mental health when you would notice the glances, the whispering, the judgmental stares, and how shopping for clothes in your size was difficult, and it made you feel like you had to lose weight to fit in and belong. You felt alone and isolated.

You didn't have any friends; you didn't even talk to many of your co-workers, and just kept to yourself a majority of the time. When Bucky moved in, you noticed he did the same. He didn't speak much to the rest of the team, he mostly stayed in his room, and only hung around Steve. Bucky was very fit, and his muscular body showed it whenever he wore tight-fitted clothing. You would never wear tight-fitted clothing for fear of having your plumpness accentuated.

After five months working for Tony and having a more friendly relationship with the rest of the team, you had built a few close bonds with some of the heroes. Wanda and Natasha were your closest girlfriends and would regularly have 'Lady's Nights' every Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. Tony, Clint, Sam, and Steve were like your older brothers and would look out for you.

You and Steve made it a routine to do small exercise and yoga in the afternoons just after 4 o'clock. How this all started was because you wanted to accomplish small goals for yourself, as Sam told you to do to help with your mental health.

"Steve," You called out as you stepped into the Tower's gym, the one place you knew where to find Steve if he wasn't in the common room.

"Oh, hey (Y/N)! What's up?" Steve turned to face you as he held the punching bag still while he watched you walk closer to him, noticing you fidgeting with your fingers nervously.

"I just... I wanted to start doing light exercises, you know, to boost my endorphins, and so I have something to do in the afternoons when I've finished with work." It wasn't a complete lie, but it just sugar-coated the fact that you just wanted to lose weight to gain confidence in yourself.

Steve had agreed to help you; he wouldn't push you too much either because he didn't want you to strain anything and not push you out of your comfort zone too much. Both of you would exercise for an hour each day in the afternoons. This routine had been going on for six weeks, and you were enjoying it. You felt better about yourself each week when you would check your progress and write down how much you lost during the week; you were more confident than you were all those weeks ago before asking Steve for help.

During one of those afternoon exercises, you and Steve were both in the Adho Mukha pose with Steve wearing his usual tight t-shirt, that you swore was a size too small, and shorts while you wore a loose, black tank top, and tight-fitted leggings that complemented the shape of your plump ass. You were so in the zone that you hadn't heard the gym doors open and the sound of footsteps coming closer to you. Bucky stood behind you and Steve, him getting an eyeful of your butt while he cleared his throat to catch his best friend's attention.

"Hey, Bucky! I didn't notice you were there. (Y/N) and I were doing some yoga, would you like to join us?"

You. Were. Mortified. You quickly stood up beside Steve and looked down at your feet, trying to avoid looking at Bucky after having your ass practically in his face.

"Uh, I kinda have to get ready for 'Girl's Night' tonight, but I think Bucky can keep you company." You nervously spoke, having your words jumble out quickly due to your inner-embarrassment. "I'll see you later, Steve!"

You bolted out of the gym as fast as your legs could go and made it up into your room without another incident. When you flopped onto your bed, you let out a loud, exhausted sigh before closing your eyes shut tightly. 'Why did I have to act like a nervous wreck? You didn't even let him talk for Christ's sake!' After beating yourself up over the little incident, you started to get ready for 'Girl's Night' with Nat and Wanda.

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It was two hours into 'Girl's Night' and you, Nat and Wanda had, at least, drank four glasses of Kraken Rum and about three shots of Vodka. You were more relaxed and carefree, enjoying your time with your best friends while gossiping about an episode of Criminal Minds you all saw the other day together.

"Not gonna lie, I would love to have a man like Morgan. Have you seen his muscles? And how he kicks down doors like a badass?" You gushed.

"That is true, and I fully believe Morgan and Garcia should be together. They have chemistry and look so cute!" Wanda loved her Morgan and Garcia ship.

"Eh, I like to have a super cute genius but that's just my opinion" Nat took a sip of her fruity vodka drink while shrugging her shoulders.

"Of course you would, you're with Bruce and that's a little bias, Nat." You gently shoved your red-haired friend playfully.

You and Wanda giggled like school girls when Natasha scoffed before she pointed an accusing finger at you.

"Well, says you, (Y/N)! You practically drool whenever you see Barnes."

That shut you up quickly. 'How does she know?! Play it off...'

"That's very funny Nat, but I don't know what you mean."

"Don't bullshit me, (Y/N). I've seen the way your cheeks get all pink and how your eyes are glued to him whenever he walks by. You're so smitten it's grossly cute." Then Wanda turned to you with a small smirk on her face.

"Maybe you should ask him to work out with you and Steve!"

Flashbacks of your embarrassment earlier that day made your face go pale. 'Absolutely not'. You shook your head furiously, staring at your two friends with fear. There was no way you'd have the guts to do such a thing, not after how you acted around him before. Plus, you didn't want him to look at you with disgust when he looks at you working out. You shake off all the negative thoughts before finishing off your last bits of rum.

"I think I'm going to head off to bed now, gotta wake up early tomorrow. Tony wants me to help him organize and plan a gala party to celebrate his newest project. And when I say to 'help him' I mean I'll be doing most of the work while he hides away in his lab with Bruce." You said before walking off and waving the girls goodbye.

2 weeks later...

You had most of the gala planned out. You had booked a cute catering company to organize some food dishes for everyone and even hired a group of people to decorate one of the large common rooms that would fit all the guests on Tony's guest-list. You had even bought a cute new dress to wear for the party. The party was starting that night at 7:30 and you would hopefully get everything done while having an hour and a half to spare to get ready.

When the decorating and planning finished, you quickly made your way to your room and got showered and changed. You stood in front of your mirror for quite some time, nitpicking every flaw you could see, judging your appearance because you knew how the other women at the party were going to look flawless and have every man swooping in for them. A sudden knock on your door snapped you out of your negative thoughts.

"(Y/n), you ready?" Wanda's voice called from the other side.

"Y-yeah! I'm coming now." You dashed for the door to get away from the mirror so you can't put yourself down even more. Once opening the door, Wanda linked your arm with hers, and both of you walked toward the elevator.

Telling FRIDAY which floor, you both arrived just as a few of the guests were mingling around; drinking, eating, and chatting. You glanced around, hoping to see the familiar faces of your friends, spotting Sam, Nat, and Clint near the bar where Natasha was serving the drinks. Tony was standing next to Pepper and being an absolute flirt as always while Steve and Bucky were standing near a corner with drinks in hand. Before you could make your way over to the bar, Wanda told you to wait where you were while she goes to quickly touch up her make-up, disappearing before you could say a word. You stood there awkwardly and looked around, making sure everything was going swimmingly until you felt a presence behind you. A tap on your confirmed that someone was indeed behind you.

You turned around to see a group of two slender women and three muscular men staring at you with smug and cocky smiles on their faces.

"Can we get some more drinks? And make them with a little more alcohol this time." One of the men quirked an eyebrow, waiting for you to scurry off to grab their drinks.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not part of catering. I'm-"

"You certainly look it though, I mean, you're not dressed like you're here as a guest. The dress you're wearing looks like the other catering staff." A woman spat, her eyes narrowed at you. You started to feel self-conscious about your outfit now, realizing the color-scheme looked very similar to the catering staff.

"Plus, the dress isn't that flattering for your body hun. We can practically see your muffin top and panty lines with how tight that dress is on you." The other woman commented while she leaned to the side to glance at more of your plush figure.

A stinging sensation began to appear behind your eyes, feelings of doubt, and an anxiety attack began to make themselves known. So looked away from the group and quickly made for the elevator, shooting Wanda a quick text saying you weren't feeling too well. 'How stupid of me to think I even looked good or that I could fit in at the party.' By the time the elevator doors reached your floor and the doors opened, hot tears were falling down your cheeks as you tried to furiously wipe them away with zero results. The tears kept flowing down as you began to walk down the hallway to your room; quiet footsteps barely making noise as they followed you. Just as your hand settled on the door handle, a warm hand clasped onto your shoulder gently. With a yelp, you spun around with a jump to look at your "attacker", only to find a pair of stormy blue eyes staring at your teary eyes intensely.

Bucky's eyes held hints of concern and worry, but it was hard to see because he was good at hiding his emotions, and the fact that your eyes were blurry from crying.

"You okay, (Y/n)? I saw you leave the party quickly and noticed how fast your breathing was." Bucky had to look down at you because he was so tall, or was it because you were just very short?

"I'm fine, Bucky. I just don't do well in crowded places or with so many strangers. I got a bit overwhelmed but it's fine now." You weakly smiled but he could see right through it, he always did.

"You had a panic attack after speaking to a group of people and judging by the looks they gave you while talking to them, I can only believe it wasn't a pleasant conversation." Bucky then brought both his flesh and metal hands to cup your face while he peered into your eyes more. "Tell me what happened, doll."

You sighed, you knew he wasn't going to let this go. Even though you both barely spoke to each other, he still cared for you like the both of you knew each other for years. Something about his calm voice and caring nature helped your nerves settle.

"They thought I was part of catering and asked if I could get them more drinks. I told them I wasn't catering, only for them to make snarky comments about my outfit and body. But it's fine, I'm used to having those comments made to me, I've dealt with those types of people all my life." Your hands gently held his and tried to move them away from your face but Bucky didn't budge.

"You don't believe them, right? I mean, I think the dress looks good on you. It shows off your curves and any man who doesn't get blown away is blind."

You gave a humorless laugh and shook your head at Bucky, looking down at the floor.

"You're just saying that to be nice to me, Buck. We both know girls like me don't belong in a place like this, or a party like that. You can go back to the party, I don't want to waste more of your time." You went to turn away when Bucky held your upper arms tightly.

"Not a chance, doll. I'm not a fan of crowds myself and was about to leave the party myself until I saw you run away. I'd rather spend my time with you and making sure you don't ever think that you don't belong."

You both stared at each other for a few seconds, his stare was intense with adoration and love while you stared at him in shock that he'd want to spend time with you. Before you could blink, Bucky leaned down and you felt his soft lips on yours, his arms wrapping around you and caging you into a warm and gentle embrace. Your hands rested onto his firm chest while his hands rested on your lower back, just above your butt. At first, you were in shock but then you gave in to the kiss and snaked your arms around his neck, your fingers embedded into his long hair.

The kiss was full of passion, and so much love that you didn't think it was possible. When the need for air was too much, you both separated and looked into each other's eyes once again.

"H-how? Why me? We barely know each other!"

"Because, (Y/n), I've been smitten for you since I first laid eyes on you but didn't have the guts to tell you. Steve's been a punk and trying to get me to join your work out sessions for weeks but I was too nervous to do it." Bucky's cheeks tinted red as he chuckled.

"And why's that? I was scared that if saw me working out, that you'd be grossed out by my body." You explained, chewing on your bottom lip.

"I could never be grossed out, sweetheart. I love a woman with curves and plumpness to her. I was nervous that if I watched you work out, I would try to make a move on you too fast and scare you away. I didn't want that to happen." Bucky grabbed your chin and leaned in again, his lips almost touching yours. "And you looked downright sexy in those tights, they shape your ass well."

You gasped and lightly smacked his shoulder while he smirked at you. His playfulness coming through. You made the first move this time and got onto your tippy toes to kiss him. It was quicker than the first but still held the same emotions. With so much strength you underestimated he had, Bucky lifted you up - your legs wrapped around his waist - as he opened your door and carried you over to your bedroom. Both of you watched a bunch of movies in your room; many kisses were shared before you both passed out, cuddled up under your fluffy blankets, safe in Bucky's arms. 

Right where you were meant to be all along.

[thesassypadawan]

Home For Life Day (Knight Obi-Wan x WifeReader)

Summary: It’s the night before Life Day and all through the house.  Not a creature was stirring, except you…whose waiting on that hopeful arrival.  (Inspired by and pairs well with *NSYNC’s Home For Christmas)

Warnings: Contains fluff, fluff, and more fluff!

Notes: Happy Life Day, lovelies! ❤️💚

riduur = wife/husband/spouse; cyar’ika = darling, sweetheart; ba’vodu = uncle; kar’tayl gar darasuum = love you

- “You can light the fire for me, darling…  I’ll be home, promise…”

- Sighing softly to yourself, you turned off the comlink.  You’d received the message in the early hours of the morning, listening to it over and over.  Feeling yourself fill with hope and excitement…anticipation.  However, as the hours ever so slowly crept by and the sunny rays of day faded into the purple hues of twilight…quietly extinguishing into the dark blanket of night.  So too did your faith that he would make it in time.

- But perhaps…maybe so…

- Shedding the snug fitting dress, you shrug on the tunic left behind from his last extended stay.  Surrounding yourself with his familiar, comforting scent; inhaling and exhaling in delight.  A gentle smile forming at the corners of your mouth, noticing the way it settles and stretches over your ample bump.  Knowing that soon enough…

- “Come on, little one,” you whisper.  Running a hand over, chasing after the tiny flutters with your fingers.  “There’s still some baking to be done…you can be my taste tester.”

- Carefully you maneuvered down the few steps in your cozy house.  Smile growing while you pause in the doorway of the now silent, tranquil living room.  Watching for a moment or two at how snow falls outside the window…how the flakes catch and glimmer in the glow globes’ warm light, the orange cast from the blazing hearth.  Then finally waddling towards the small kitchen, where a pot of something sweet and cinnamony simmers.

- Buzzing, flittering all about.  Diligently gathering up the last remaining ingredients, you eventually come to hover over the rickety stove.  Swaying back and forth slightly, humming a tune your mother sung during this special time of year. 

- So swept, caught up in your own thoughts; blissfully stirring away.  You don't even hear the front door creak open, let alone the two (then one) set of footsteps thumping loudly down the cramped hallway.  Until…

- Strong arms wind around your waist; settling beneath, cradling the swell of your stomach.  Rich, silken voice fills the aromic air; muttering lovingly from above.  “Whatever you're making smells absolutely delicious.”

- A string of giggles bubbles up from your throat as he leans down to nuzzle the side of your neck.  The scruff of his not so neatly trimmed beard tickling, sending sparks through you.  That smile of yours widening even further still.  “You’re favorite…what else did you expect?”

- “How did I get so lucky?”  Chuckling against; lavishing your skin with tender kisses, nipping occasionally at that one spot.  His palm glides, follows the curve of your belly.  Rubs soothing circles along the way, series of weak kicks trailing behind in its’ wake.  “I truly don’t deserve such a wonderful riduur.”

- Abandoning the spoon, your hand reaches up and behind.  Fingers tangling and burying in his shaggy, auburn locks; nails scratching lightly.  “Hush, cyar’ika.  You do; everything good in this galaxy, the next.  Including me and-”

- “Master, help…I’m out numbered!”  A certain lanky teen comes abruptly stumbling in.  Expression of mischief and joy plastered on his face; despite a grinning child hanging from each of his limbs, a fifth riding on his back…and, lastly, a sixth speedily crawling after.  “I stopped to admire the glow orbs and…they ambushed me!”

- “Play with us, ba’vodu!”  They chorus and laugh, holding tightly to his baggy clothes.  “Yeah, play with us, Uncle Ani!”

- Tilting your head, you exchange a knowing look with one another.  The very same as always…as that faithful day you two first met, when you started this amazing journey together.  The one that speaks volumes, silently says…kar’tayl gar darasuum.

- Before turning both your attentions back to your beautiful, incredible family.  “Happy Life Day…  It’s good to have everyone home…”

Tag List: @cacti5539, @espinathena-17

[marvelobsessed134]

The girl who works at the hot chocolate stand at Rockefeller

Reposted from my Wattpad.

This is part of my 12 days of fics

Pairings: Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Summary: in which Kate Bishop buys too many hot chocolates

It's that time of year again. The temperature drops, tiny snowflakes fall from the sky, everyone scrambles to get their holiday shopping done, while making cookies and getting bundled up in red PJs to watch Christmas films. Some people drop the needle down on their Christmas vinyls.

You love everything about this time of year. The cozy vibes, magical feeling, and family gatherings. Which is why you work the hot chocolate stand at Rockefeller center every year. You love watching people ice skate and gathering the tree for the lighting. When you're off your job you join in, and enjoy the holiday magic.

As you prepared orders, you thought about what to get your little sister for christmas. And decided on an American Girl doll. She loves those dolls and has always wanted one, even though they're crazy expensive. But you've saved up a lot for presents this year.

You heard some people whispering and pointing to the entrance. Curious, you looked up to see The Avengers walking around. You heard rumors about them visiting this year as a group, but here they are.

They walked up the stand and got in line.

You made many cups of coco, from ex assassins and super soldiers, to a witch, a guy who can run really fast, a guy with an iron suit,an Asgardian god, and a hulk. And the two world's greatest archers.

One of them, being Kate Bishop. The raven haired girl studied you for a moment. She thought you were extremely beautiful. She got too caught up in her thoughts when she didn't notice you had finished making her drink.

"Uh, Ms. Bishop? Your drink is ready." You spoke up and she shook her head and took the warm styrofoam cup. "I'm sorry, thank you..."

"Y/n." you responded with a warm smile.

She smiled back at you.

"Y/n." she repeated and she walked back t0 the group of supers.

"Well...you seemed very occupied over there." Natasha smirked while Yelena let out a laugh.

Kate rolled her eyes.

"Okay, whatever."

"Come on guys! Let's go ice skating!" Steve exclaimed. The team started skating around, but Kate couldn't keep her mind off of you. She wanted to see you again. So, she bought another cup of hot chocolate. And another one. And in the words of DJ Khaled, another one. Till you finally spoke up about it.

"You must really like hot chocolate, don't you?"

Her face turned crimson.

"I-uh, yeah. I guess you could say that. Um, when do you get off?"

You smirked at her question.

"Whenever I can. Which happens to be right now." you responded.

Kate smiled and you closed up the stand, getting bundled back up in your mittens and coats. And your All Too Well scarf you bought from Taylor Swift's merch store.

She took you by the hand.

The two of you talked for awhile before the tree lighting ceremony started. You stood with Kate by the rest of the team. And as soon as the lights on the tree came on, she grabbed your face in her hands and pressed her lips to yours.

You happily kissed her back.

This was definitely the most magical Christmas you've ever experienced.

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[shawtyfromdirtydocks]

Had an idea and I just have to share it with you guys so enjoy this ramble or whatever the fucking terminology is

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Slowly

König x Reader

Content: Fluff, fluffy fluff mcfluffing fluff, black!reader as always, mentions of cooked meat (sorry vegans, I love soul food), slow jamz and intimacy. Enjoy <3

P.S. this was not at all proof read and I'm falling asleep

König loves to be present and enjoy moments before they become memories. Which is perfect because you do too. It's what keeps your relationship intimate and lovely. Grown and sexy if you will.

In the beginning he watched you cook Sunday dinners. Slow jams or soul and R&B sounds flowing oh so sweetly from the big speakers he bought you when he figured out you worked better with music.

He longed to glide around that kitchen with you. Washing the dirty dishes you used to cook as you stood at the stove. Coming up behind you as you flipped whatever meat you were cooking for the night. Kissing your shoulders and wrapping his arms around your waist, relaxing into the sweet smell of your cocoa butter coated skin.

Oh but he just couldn't take his eyes off you. You were just so captivating. The way you hummed a melody or occasionally sang a duet with one of your favorite singers never failed to make him smile. He was absolutely astonished by your beauty. How could he have gotten so lucky?

You taught him that he should always make memories whenever he could though. Before you, he didn't really have a reason to.

He didn't speak much about his childhood but he mentioned the reason for his social awkwardness being that he was picked on growing up, and that was really all you needed to know. Before you, he didn't think his life would be worth looking back on. You made him appreciate his life more.

The power you held over your life inspired him. So he decided to join you in the kitchen one day. Offering his help eagerly because you were clearly the one in charge.

Learning the classics and a few recipes, but most importantly, making warming memories while strengthening the connection you both shared. He couldn't be more grateful for you teaching him to start living his life more slowly.

[leclercslet]

Just A Little Bite of Your Heart

Lestappen - 11.5k - Available on AO3

“Hm, what are you…” Charles began to say, but was interrupted.

“Can you feel it, schatje? Can you feel my heart?” Max asked in a low and calm voice. Charles swallowed, looking at his own hand on that huge chest, before looking into the narrow blue eyes again. Determined, full of passion. They seemed to be on fire. “Do you understand now what I'm trying to say? Do you think there's anyone else in the world who can make my heart beat like this?” Charles's eyes filled with tears again. He closed them and sighed.

“Max…”

“I love you, Charles. I love you. Can you understand that?”

Charles and Max have been in love since they were 7 years old. They've been secretly involved since they were 15, until the moment Charles decides to end the relationship. However, Max doesn't agree with it.

[thesecondhandwoman]

can you make sevika having baby fever but is just so subtle about it because she doesnt want reader to find out? bonus if you'll also write about them finally having a baby in the end

BABY FEVER

Sevika x f!reader

Synopsis: Ever since you and Sevika had gone to the market and saw a small little bundle of joy, a tiny child, Sevika has been experiencing baby fever, but tried to hide as much as you tried to hide the fact you were pregnant.

Request: Anon 🤍

The bustling Undercity market was alive with energy, a chorus of voices rising and falling like a symphony Sevika had learned to navigate with ease. Stalls lined the cobblestone streets, hawking wares ranging from fresh produce to mechanical trinkets that sparked faintly in the dim light. You had begged her to accompany you here, and though Sevika wasn’t one to enjoy the chaos, she couldn’t deny you anything.

As you weaved through the crowd, her larger frame provided a shield against the jostling bodies. You stopped at a fruit stall, inspecting the goods and chatting with the vendor. Sevika stood close behind, her attention elsewhere—until she heard your soft, delighted laugh.

“Look at that baby, Sev!”

She followed your gaze and saw her: a chubby, gurgling baby nestled in her mother’s arms. The child cooed, her tiny hands reaching for her mother’s hair, and Sevika’s heart stuttered in her chest.

“She’s adorable,” you said, your voice tinged with that warm tone Sevika loved so much. You turned back to the vendor, but Sevika lingered, watching the baby with an intensity she couldn’t quite explain.

The rest of the day passed like any other, but something shifted in Sevika. She couldn’t stop thinking about the baby, the way you had looked at her with such soft admiration.

The change started subtly. Sevika wasn’t the kind of woman to wear her emotions on her sleeve, but she found herself lingering in certain moments more than usual. It began with your kitten, Smoky, a mischievous ball of gray fluff you’d taken in months ago.

“Sev, you’re spoiling her,” you teased one evening as Sevika sat on the couch, Smoky sprawled across her chest. She was gently stroking the kitten’s fur, her usual gruff expression softened into something unreadable.

“She likes it,” Sevika grunted, though her voice lacked its usual edge.

You tilted your head, watching her closely. Smoky purred loudly, oblivious to the unspoken shift between you and Sevika.

Then came the way she watched you, specifically your stomach. At first, you thought you were imagining it, but the lingering glances became impossible to ignore. She’d sit at the kitchen table, her eyes following you as you moved around the room, her gaze always flicking down to your midsection.

“Everything okay?” you asked one day, catching her in the act.

“Yeah,” she said quickly, looking away. “Just zoning out.”

Her tone was casual, but the faint blush dusting her cheeks told a different story.

Sevika also started spending more time near the market, a place she typically avoided unless absolutely necessary. She claimed it was for “supplies,” but you knew better. She’d linger by the square, watching the children playing with sticks and scraps, their laughter echoing through the streets.

What Sevika didn’t know was that you had a secret of your own. For weeks, you had been debating how to tell her, nervous and excited all at once. You were only a few months along, but the thought of becoming parents had filled you with a joy you couldn’t contain.

You noticed little changes in your body, like the way your clothes fit differently, the occasional bout of nausea that left you gripping the sink. Sevika, even as observant as she was, hadn’t seemed to catch on yet.

One afternoon, as you folded laundry in the bedroom, you found yourself holding one of Sevika’s shirts, her scent faint but familiar. You pressed it to your chest, imagining her holding your child, her strong arms cradling the tiny life you’d created together.

The thought had nearly brought tears to form in your eyes, and you knew it was time.

One evening, as you sat together in your small home, you decided it was time. Sevika was at the table, sharpening her prosthetic arm with practiced ease. Smoky was curled up in her usual spot by the fireplace.

“Sevika?” you called softly.

“Hm?” She didn’t look up, but her focus wavered, the sharpening tool pausing mid-stroke.

“I have something to tell you.”

Her brow furrowed, and she set the tool down, turning her full attention to you. “What’s up?”

You took a deep breath, your hands trembling slightly as you forced the words out of your mouth, “I’m pregnant.”

For a moment, Sevika didn’t move. Her expression was unreadable, her dark eyes fixed on you as if trying to process your words. Then, slowly, her lips parted.

“You’re serious?” Her voice was quiet, almost disbelieving.

You nodded, a smile breaking across your face. “I found out a few weeks ago. I was waiting for the right time to tell you.”

Sevika stood abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor. She crossed the room in two long strides and pulled you into her arms, holding you tightly.

“You’re amazing,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “You’re so damn amazing.”

You laughed, tears welling in your eyes as you clung to her. “I was worried you’d be scared.”

“Scared?” She pulled back just enough to look at you, her hand resting gently on your stomach as tears began to form in her own eyes. “No. I’ve been thinking about this for weeks, since that day at the market. I just didn’t know how to bring it up.”

“You had baby fever?” you teased, your grin widening.

“Shut up,” Sevika muttered, though the corner of her mouth twitched into a smirk. “Fuck, baby, we are gonna be parents.”

Months passed in a blur of preparations and quiet excitement. Sevika was by your side through everything, her rough exterior melting away in private moments. She’d talk to your growing belly, her voice soft and full of wonder, and she never missed a single appointment.

When the day finally came, it was nothing short of chaos. The birth was long and grueling, but Sevika was there every step of the way, her strong hand gripping yours as you brought your child into the world.

“She’s beautiful,” Sevika whispered, her voice trembling as she cradled your newborn daughter in her arms. The baby yawned, her tiny fingers curling around Sevika’s prosthetic thumb, the sight nearly causing her to cry again.

You leaned against Sevika, exhausted but filled with a profound sense of love. “She looks like you.”

Sevika chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Lucky kid.”

As you both sat there, your little family finally complete, Sevika realized she had never been happier.

A/N: I’m sorry this is so short, but I absolutely loved writing this cute, fluffy request.

[icycoldninja]

FLUFFCEMBER DAY#15: (Vergil x Reader)

Cuddles & Kisses

Throughout all of your somewhat lengthy life, there has never been a happier moment shared between you and your loved one, the very reason for your existence—your motivation. Laying on the couch, comfortably wrapped up in his beefy arms was the most relaxing experience you'd ever had, and the opportunity to press kisses to whatever part of him was within reach was even better. You knew he was enjoying it too, how could he not? Even big strong bad boys like him want to be cuddled.

"I love you," You told him for the 190-somethingth time that night. "Love you so much."

"Thank you," Mumbled Vergil, who couldn't figure out another way to respond without seeming like a lovesick fool (at least in his eyes).

"You know, I think this is the longest we've ever gone without getting interrupted by Dante or someone else," You remarked, just because you felt like talking.

"Indeed," Vergil agreed, absently patting your shoulder. "Now hush, lest you jinx us."

"Right, right," You laughed, before grabbing his hand and kissing it. In response to that, Vergil let out a little rumble and returned the favor by giving you a peck on the crown of your head. Of course, you wouldn't let him have the last laugh, and retorted by twisting your head to press a kiss to his neck.

"Hmph," Scoffed Vergil; a wordless declaration of war. He leaned down and kissed you full on the lips, wrapping one arm around your waist and using the other to push you forwards so you couldn't escape him. He was merciful, however, and released you after a few moments, a tiny smirk present on his face.

"OK," You admitted, grinning. "You got me with that one."

"Satisfied now?" The question was a foolish one to which he already knew the answer.

"Heck no," You giggled, flinging yourself onto his chest and latching your arms around his waist so it would be impossible to pry you off. "Hold me some more."

Vergil answered you by kissing your forehead, which could have been interpreted as another wordless invitation to battle, but you decided to let it go. Vergil could take the win this time, but come nightfall, you would have your revenge.

[redbleedingrose]

Traditions ~ Cassian x Reader

 Summary: You teach Cassian a family tradition 

Warnings: slight angst, infertility, tbh mostly fluff

A/N: OMG 2.7k-ish words later!!! I am so sorry to have kept y’all waiting. I know you asked for an Azriel piece but this one was just stuck in my mind. Anyway, I guess this is the time to thank you all for 1.3k followers! That is huge and totally unexpected. I am forever thankful! Please leave your thoughts in the comments below, I always appreciate your likes, and love your reblogs. Let me know if you want to be added to my general taglist. Enjoy! 

Your mate gaped at you from where he was seated on your large bed, several feet away from your vanity he had built with his brothers as a mating gift when you had finally accepted the bond. It had been nearly an hour since you had emerged from the bath that Cassian had first started after your supper. You had joined him when the water was still piping hot and as the water had gone luke-warm, your needy husband spent the entire bath running his large, calloused hands all over your body, massaging your sorest parts every now and then, and squeezing at your soft flesh in any place he could without earning a smack on his thigh. The warm pot roast with mashed potatoes settled into your stomach with a glass of red wine to follow, had you feeling sated and cozy while you rested against Cass’ chest. Time well spent cooking with the general, who was barely able to keep his hands off you, until you nearly kicked him out of the kitchen, settling for the occasional spank on your ass. 

You calmly moved into the next step of your nighttime routine, circling your aloe cream into your cheeks and under eyes, ignoring your pouting mate who whined in the background, trying to get your attention to pull you away from your seat and into your bed. When you had walked out of your shared bathroom, you wore nothing but a silk robe that ran down to right above your knees, exposing your newly moisturized legs that smelled of his favorite honey and milk lotion. Cassian was feeling almost feral at the sight of you, wanting nothing more than to toss you over any surface so he could have his way with you for hours. Maybe, you wouldn’t be getting the rest you had planned on, and you were okay with that. But, right now? This was your time to relax, to ease into the night, to let the various worries of the day slip out of your mind and into the dark abyss of tomorrow. 

So, he sat. 

He sat on the large bed, with his arms crossed over his chest, huffing and puffing with his jaw hung open as you heated the fresh hyssop oil in your hands, coating it in your palms before running your fingers through your hair. You hummed in contentment, sneaking a glance at your impatient husband, sending him a sneaky, yet, gentle smile before massaging the silky liquid through your scalp all the way down to the roots of your hair. You watched him through the mirror, as you continued to hum, staring at you with his head tilted to the side in curiosity, his pupils blowing out his cinnamon mixed with copper iris’. 

Not once had your dear husband ever asked what it is that you were doing, not once did he ask what your nighttime routine actually was. He never asked why it took so long, he never asked why you had so many steps in the process. He only stared at you in wonder. You weren't exactly sure why Cassian never felt the need to ask, but you had assumed it was because it didn't matter, despite how strange it looked, as long as you were at peace in the end. 

It was simple, really. A tradition that had run in your family for centuries. Oiling your hair that is. Your great grandmother had done it to your grandmother, your grandmother had done it to your mother, and your mother had done it to you. It was a form of love, of devotion, and of doting on someone you love. It always brought memories that felt like balm after a long, difficult day. Your mother used to sing you hymns as she settled you between her knees on the floor, rubbing the oil through her hands to warm it before pressing it into your hair.

 She would run her hands through your hair softly, “it will open up your mind, my sweet little bird,” murmuring to you her love as she would bounce her fingers against your scalp. After she was done, she would press a kiss onto your forehead before braiding your hair and then sending you off to bed. The tips of your fingers played with the ends of your hair that you had weaved into that simple braid, sliding it over your shoulders, and easing back into the soft white chair you were seated in before calling out to your mate, “C’mere my love.” 

He shot out of bed obediently, rushing over to where you were seated, grinning as you spread your legs open, slowly and sensually, till your knees were fully spread apart, exposing your glistening sex. You tilted your head back with a smirk, watching his reaction. The poor male was nearly drooling at the sight of his mate all spread out for him, his pretty eyes sparkling with what could only be described as pure hunger for his mate. “Get on your knees, Cass.” Not a second later, he fell to his knees, right in front of you, growling at your scent that seemed to bleed into the room, his soft hair falling forward over his shoulders as he leaned over to take a huff of your essence. You couldn't help but let a breeze of laughter escape you, resting your foot flat against his shoulder and pushing him back without much force. “Sweetheart,” he started with another growl, reaching up to rest his hand on your ankle, “Not yet, General,” you interrupted with another chuckle, “turn around.” 

“B- But–,” his hungry smirk fell into a forlorn expression that made your smile widen, “Nuh uh Cassie baby, turn around,” you twirled your finger around in a spinning motion, trying to motion for him to turn faster. Your poor mate sighed before following your order, willing to do whatever you wished, even if it meant tasting your cunt later in the night rather than right now, like he so craved doing. He expected you to be playing one of your games, though he wasn’t sure what it was. Even after centuries of being together, you still managed to find ways to surprise him, keeping him on his toes, or rather, his knees, and keeping the spark alive in your relationship. You sent a stroke of love and satisfaction down your vibrating bond, soothing his restless soul as his thumb continued to stroke and press into your outer ankle that was resting on the padded floor next to his hip. 

You lifted the vial, using the dropper to access the oil that you had used only moments prior, humming the same tunes your mother used to when you sat in the same position as Cassian is now. You settled the vial back onto the glass vanity, warming the oil in your hands as you leaned forward towards your mate, pressing a kiss into his temple. His eyes fluttered shut, resting his cheek against your knee before turning his head to drop a swift kiss onto the exposed skin. He lingered for a moment, smiling into you, pulses of an overwhelming sense of adoration and warmth emanated through your bond from him. It was so clear to you how smitten he still was with you, how devoted he was with you, how he still delighted in your presence even if it meant pushing off your most intimate display of affection for whatever it is that you have planned for him. 

He more or less whined as your soft fingers burrowed into his hair, running along his scalp, his head nearly falling back into your lap, reveling in the feeling of you bouncing your fingers into his skin. His jaw fell open further as you gathered even more oil before running it through his silky ink hair, making sure to cover every single strand with it. It glimmered in the soft lighting emitting from the fireplace as you brushed his hair back with your fingers, pulling the tips to the top of his scalp to coat every end. Cassian couldn’t even force his eyes open to watch, his head had begun to lightly pulse at the sensation of his beautiful, wonderful mate playing with his hair. He hadn’t felt this relaxed in weeks with the new conflicts in Illyria sending him and his brothers over the edge with tension and anxiety. His lips lifted of their own accord into an open smile every time he felt you press a sweet kiss into his forehead, smoothing down any residual wrinkles of stress. It was when you pushed his head back up with such ease that he sat back up, thinking you were done with whatever it was that you were doing.

 He found, pleasantly, that he was wrong. 

Your fingers shifted through his hair, pulling it back into what he could've sworn would be a ponytail, but you let his hair go, letting it fall back to his shoulders. He could feel you hesitate, shuffling closer to him and pressing your legs closer into his side. He waited patiently, unsure of what your next step would be, startling slightly when you began whispering as your hands ran up his spine, “Have you ever wondered why I put this oil in my hair, Cass?” Basking in the feeling of you so near, your warmth radiating off you, your scent almost overwhelming, he murmured an agreement, pressing a kiss onto your other exposed knee. You grinned down at your mates euphoric state, a state similar to the ones that only happened after hours of love making, continuing with your mistrations at his shoulders before threading his hair in your warm grasp to form a simple braid. 

Words began slipping out of you like sweetened tea, and Cass listened intently, always wanting to bury every single statement you uttered into his memory so he would never forget, “It’s a tradition that has run through my family for generations. It is said that hyssop oil that is freshly pressed is extremely hydrating to one's hair, and that it helps refresh a person's aura. And so, as tradition goes, my mother would do this for me, warming the oil right in her palm as a form of love, nearly soaking my scalp and hair in it, following that with a simple braid to let it enrich my hair and my aura. And she would sing some hymns to me in the old language while doing so. If there ever were a way to calm me down, it would be this. I guess you could say, it is a way to show your affection to someone.” You rambled softly, hoping that Cassian wouldn’t mind you doing this for him, that he would understand, and that hopefully, he would let you do this again. 

His warm hand was now fully pressing into your ankle, squeezing it thrice every so often, an easy smile lilting his beautiful rugged face while you babbled on, “It’s sweet though, if you think about it, Cass. My grandmother did this to my mother. And my mother did this to me. And maybe one day…” you paused, anxiously looking down at your mate who had finally opened his burnt cinnamon eyes to look up at you like you were a goddess to be worshiped. He squeezed your ankle once again, this time more firmly, stabilizing you before pressing a hard kiss into your plush lower inner thigh to reassure you into continuing. You cleared your throat, pushing down the small, painful lump that had formed, “And maybe one day, I can do it for our future babe, whenever that will be.” 

It had been almost three years of you trying with Cassian to have a babe, and it still hadn’t happened. No matter how many potions Majda had given you, no matter the reassurance Cass and your friends from the inner circle had given you, especially Feyre, it still hurt. It still didn’t make any sense to you as to how it hadn’t happened yet. And you knew. You knew that sometimes, it could take decades for fae, even longer for Illyrians. But that didn’t mean it hurt any less. That didn’t mean it was any less difficult. You and Cassian had both hoped that it would happen relatively quickly, given how quickly Feyre had gotten pregnant with Nyx. But that didn’t seem to be how it worked out for you both. 

And it was hard. 

It was painful. 

You had spent nights crying yourself to sleep over it not happening. Every month, when your cycle would come, it felt like another stab to your already bleeding heart. You couldn’t help but feel as though you had failed. Failed at reproducing. Failed at being a female. Failed at being a mate. 

But Cass never let you feel that way for long. His constant reassurance and strength had been the only thing in recent months that had been helping you push through this period of difficulty in your life. He was the perfect male, the perfect husband, the perfect mate really. Not even for a second did he blame you for your troubles with infertility. Not for a second did he make you feel incapable. He was truly your rock against the crashing waves that kept you standing. 

And you loved him for it.

And he loved you for it. He always would.

You were so deep in your thoughts, you hadn’t noticed Cassian was now turned towards you, sitting up on his knees and staring at you in concern, his calloused hands resting on your cheeks, stroking away the stray tears that had slipped out. You sniffled, trying to smile at your mate as you snuggled into his palm, raising up your own hand to rest against his, “your braid will slip open my love, turn around so I can tie it.” He started to shake his head, “Sweetheart– ,” you hummed, not letting him finish what he had planned to say, patting at his broad shoulders with a small grin rising on your face, “C’mon Cassie, quickly.” 

His iris shifted between yours, looking for any signs of remaining sadness that had seemed to slip out of you as quickly as it had come. And when he found none, he nodded slowly, pecking your lips before turning silently and resting his ass against his shins. You remove the hair tie that has been wrapped around your wrist, gently tying off his braid before running a finger down the length of it. He catches your wrist, pulling it around his body towards his front and planting kisses right along the inner portion, resting it on his chest to where you can feel his heart beating at your fingertips. You blushed at the sensation, the pulses of love he sends down your already buzzing mating bond provide a source of comfort that you could not begin to describe. 

“I love you, sweetheart, so much,” his voice barely above a whisper, but you heard it loud and clear, “and we will have a beautiful little babe that you can do this with.” He shifted, hooking his arm under your thigh and swiftly pulling you out of your chair and into his lap. You landed in his embrace with a yelp, his arms pulled you further into his hold allowing him the access to peck your flushed cheeks, the tip of your nose, the edge of your jawline, the base of your forehead, and finally, your lips. His kiss sent tingles from your lips down to your heart which morphed into butterflies that exploded in your soft tummy. Cassian held you there, moving his lips in gentle succession until a smile formed against your lips. He ended the kiss with another soft peck, “But until then, you can continue your traditions with me. All that affection and love you are saving for our future babe, you can give some for me to hold onto until the mother blesses us. What do you think?” A huff of a breath escapes you in a barely formed laugh, your smile too large for you to contain as you lean up to kiss your husband again, nodding once while watching his own smile widen, right before returning your lips against his.

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stealing kisses

read on ao3 | masterlist/s

description: you and buffy end up sleeping in the same bed and sharing not one, but two kisses.

relationship: buffy summers & fem!reader

a/n: anyways so reader is kinda a part of the while gang, we have Xander x Anya mentioned and Willow x Tara mentioned! Not sure if I ever implied the reader in female, though that was in my mind when writing this.

wc: 1,174

You and the gang haven’t been that close lately, everyone was busy with their own stuff, so Buffy eventually decided to take matters into her own hands and with some help from Willow, they threw a sleepover at Buffy’s house.

All was well, until it was time to go to sleep, Tara and Willow took their bedroom, Dawn slept in her room, Xander and Anya took the living room and you were left with no place to sleep in. Heading back home was a dumb idea considering how late it was and the fact that you drank a beer or two and the alcohol has not left your system.

The alcohol was what probably caused Buffy’s suggestion, you felt sober immediately when you heard her proposition, but you agreed, as there was really no point in fighting and there was no other solution.

There you were, in her room, which you’ve seen many times, still now it felt… different. You changed into your pyjamas, a pair of shorts and a bra, as it was hot outside. Buffy walked in, her hair down, to her shoulders, her face now clean, with no makeup on. She was already in her pyjamas, which were adorable, it was a matching light pink, pastel like set.

“I swear there was an extra mattress.” She grunted as she sat down on the bed, clearly upset as she cane back empty handed.

“It’s okay…”

Was it really though? Where would you sleep, in her bed? Not that you’d complain…

“No, it’s not, this whole night it’s just— not right.” She covered her face with her hands as she sat there, so distraught, you truly wished you could do anything to help her out, but you had no idea how.

You sat next to her, her sheets were fluffy, the mattress slightly bending below when you sat, you placed your hand on Buffy’s back as you gently rubbed it, the silk material of her pyjamas sending a shiver down your spine.

“I can just, take the floor,” you smiled lightly at her, you really didn’t mind, as long as you didn’t have to share a room with either of the couples, especially Xander and Anya, “All I need is a blanket, really.” You tried to be more reassuring, your voice definitely played the part, the smile on your face making it sound more cheerful.

“No… Maybe I take the floor, you’re the guest.”

She looked at you, moving her hands down to her knees as she let out a long sight, your eyes scanned her face, her skin was so smooth, there were light blueish eye bags under her eyes, her lips moved into a thin line.

You just sat there for a moment, her staring at you, you staring at her, a sudden knock on the door caught you by surprise, you immediately jumped up and away from Buffy, who got up to open the door.

“Hey, we just.. wanted to say goodnight…” You heard Willow on the other side of the door, Buffy replied with a simple goodnight and after so did you.

After a good minute of debating back and forth it was settled, you were to sleep together, Buffy was the host and obviously was tired, so she deserved to sleep in her own bed.

You were a guest, Buffy thought it was wrong to make you sleep on the floor, especially on the cold wood with no mattress underneath.

You settled in the bed and once Buffy got in it, a shiver went down your spine, your heart immediately sped up, especially when her leg brushed against yours. You felt a pang in your heart when she moved it away with a whisper, “Sorry”.

She turned the light off and you turned your back to her.

You faced the window, your eyes traced the tree outside of it.

You tried to close your eyes, to count sheep or do math in your head, but nothing helped you fall asleep. Buffy’s breathing was irregular, jagged, as her back faced yours and her mind wondered to all sorts of thoughts… about you.

“Hey, you asleep?” You whispered in the dark, the only light was that of the moon.

“No…” She whispered back.

You could feel the mattress sagging under her as she moved, which made you move.

You two were face to face now, inches away, your eyes drifted to trace ber features, not caring that she could see it. You watched the rays of moon as they shined on her face, she was so beautiful.

Buffy’s demeanour was now more stoic, her lips were parted with a little shine on them, in form of a lip balm, her hair was messy from shifting around on the pillow, her eye bags were less visible in this light and her eyes… oh those eyes.

Her eyes traveled on your face, exploring the depth of it, every shadow casted on it and every light, her gaze lingered on your face, as if she was trying to always remember you, how you looked in this moment.

God.

Why was she so… perfect?

You gulped the saliva down your throat, as you blinked rapidly, before moving closer to her.

You felt your heart, pounding in your chest, faster and louder the closer you got to her.

Bum, bum, bum, bum.

The rhythmic sound of it was deafening in the silence of the night.

“Can I…” You let out a whisper, a whimper almost in a pleading tone.

“Y-Yeah…” Her voice was just as shaky as yours.

Buffy could feel the heat building in her stomach, the way she burned for your lips, your touch, for you. She burned for you. She couldn’t see herself in that moment, but considering how hot she was, she could guess her cheeks were flushed, she was almost shaking, the mix of excitement and anxiety were taking away her ability to think straight.

Your lips met hers, yours were more harsh, her were soft, softer than one could imagine and tasted like marshmallows, but that was probably just her lip balm. The kiss was shy at first, your lips gently grazed hers and hers grazed yours.

You never wanted it to end, the feeling of her lips on yours, her hand on your hip, her warm breath ticking your cheek. It was like the whole world disappeared, all you could smell was her, all you thought about was her, all you could feel was her and the butterflies flying in your belly.

Buffy pulled away, she kept close to you still, her eyes looked from one of your eyes to the other, her breathing continued to be chaotic, even more that before, she looked into your eyes, like she needed something, she wanted more, a conformation it was fine.

You were melting just looking at her, feeling her, smelling her…

She smiled lightly as she kissed you again, this time with more confidence, she pulled you in, grasping your hip harder, she never wanted to let you go.

[graycious-tea]

I read the sunshine court and will need at least 10 business days to recover from the emotional turmoil I am currently suffering