#gregory peck x reader

[oldhollywoodimagines]

Sick Day

A/N: requested awhile ago, I apologize for the wait, my life has been really busy and I’m dealing with a lot. I thank you for your patience! 😊 please be gentle with me as this is only my second writing for TKAM.

Pairing: Atticus Finch x Reader

Warnings: Maybe a typo and some terrible mechanical errors and grammar.

Word count: 1,003

Summary: Atticus is sick and you take care of him.

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The therapeutic smell of Vick’s Vaporub made your nostrils tingle as you made your way up the stairs to your bedroom. The tray you carried loaded down with soup, tea, and a sleeve of saltine crackers, all for your darling husband, Atticus, who you had all but held at gun point to take a few sick days.

Ever the worker though, upon opening the door, you found him sitting up reading a document that had been in his briefcase that had rested on the vanity. Had it not been for his red nose and hoarse cough every now and then that would all but rattle his bones, the picture would have been quite normal.

Settling the tray down on the nightstand, the gentle clinking of the silverware caused him to peer at you over the top of his glasses. Dark eyes slightly narrowed when you sat on the edge of the bed and removed his glasses.

“You’re supposed to be resting, darling.” A smile softly slipping onto your lips as you gently chided.

“And I am.” His voice coming out in rasp as he surveyed you with a coy grin. Setting, the documents on the nightstand he took your hand in his free one.

“You needn’t bother with me too much, I’ll be better by tomorrow with all the rest I’m getting today.”

“Atticus Finch, I’m shocked that you’d advise me not to bother with my husband.” You teased, leaning forward a bit to put a pillow behind him so he could sit up more comfortably. He grinned slightly, nestling down into the newly fluffed pillow, his eyes moving down to look at your fingers which had intertwined with his.

His thumb making gentle strokes on the back of your hand, “I can almost guarantee you that he wouldn’t divorce even if you didn’t bother with him.”

Eyes shining with admiration as he joked back and looked at you softly before tracing the plane of your face to your lips. At this a smile crossed your lips, eyebrow quirking upward as you leaned forward towards him, “how can you be so sure that he wouldn’t?”

Dark eyes now locked on yours he leaned even closer to you, “because I’m absolutely positive that he adores you.”

The statement followed up by his lips meeting yours in a delicate kiss, fingers tracing up your wrist and arm to trace along your collarbone. Goosebumps alighted on your skin at the gentle precision of it all, your lips moving with his as you melted closer to him. Pulling away, you rested your head on his shoulder as his arms enfolded you to him.

“You know if I get sick from you, Cal is going to have to take care of us both.” You smiled at him, moving your hand up to rest on his chest, your fingers absentmindedly tracing the length of the lapel of his pajama shirt.

“Sick? You’re sure I’m sick? Because right now I feel just fine.” Arms giving you a playful squeeze as you looked at him, your facial expression one of gleeful disbelief.

“You’re impossible.” You chided, placing a kiss on his cheek before moving to get up from your place on his lap. Replacing your own weight with the tray you had brought up, “now, I expect you to eat all this soup -“

The sound of the door swinging open and feet scurrying up the stairs interrupting you, you both laughed quietly and shared a knowing glance before the bedroom door flew open. Scout rushed in, offering you a small smile before turning her attention to Atticus.

Her face alight with joy as she jumped onto the bed, the soup nearly sloshing over the side of the bowl in the process, making your eyes widen a bit and a chuckle leave your mouth.

“Careful, Scount.” Atticus warned, his eyebrows arching at the young girl as he adjusted the tray on his lap.

“Today, Walter Cunningham was out on account of working with his dad again so -“

“Scout?” Jem’s voice echoed through the upstairs of the house before he appeared in the doorway, a glare fixing itself on his face as he gazed at his sister who was now busying herself looking at the tray on her father’s lap.

“Sir, can I have one of those?” Pointing at the sleeve of crackers, “Scout, I told you on the way here to let Atticus rest, and now you’re here doing just what I told you not too.”

“Nobody asked you to be in charge.” Scout shot back, not even bothering to move her expectant gaze off her father, as she looked between him and the crackers. Her face lighting up when he nodded at her, brow furrowing as she grabbed at them greedily before chasing Jem back down the stairs, their argument continuing the whole way down the stairs.

You and Atticus exchanged a smile and a knowing glance, before you were placing a kiss on his cheek once more, “I’ll be back soon to get your tray.”

Reaching out quickly to grab your hand, he brought it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against the supple skin, “don’t take too long to come back, hm?”

“I thought you told me not to bother with you?” A coy grin turning your lips upward, the tease making him chuckle slightly, “I decided I might need more bothering than I originally thought.”

“Oh? And why is that?” Your nails lightly tracing his arm causing goosebumps to rise up on his skin.

“It’s not very often that I get so much time with my lovely wife, I wanted to take advantage of it.” His hand squeezing yours affectionately as he beamed up at you. The comment so sweet and genuine it made you swoon and your cheeks flush a light pink.

“Well, in that case, -“ you began, sitting down on the side of the bed, “eat your soup.”

Nodding, he smiled at you brightly lifting the spoon to his lips.

[morgandr]

Imagine:

Gregory walking in on you talking with the man who works alongside you and who you have a crush on. Gregory who secretively likes you gets angry as he wishes to be with you.

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(NOT MY GIF!)

(Gregory Peck X Reader)

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(TAGS)

[i-killed-a-prostutute]

Kicking my feet and giggling ⚜️🩷🤤💖

I'm absolutely squealing trying to pick between Atticus Finch or Eddie Munson!

I'm currently working on something Eddie Munson related while in a complete Atticus haze, lol! While writing tho I just kinda assumed Eddie had a wallet/Jean chain.

WHEN I CHECKED HE HAS ONE LMAO!

Well since I'm fingerling for Atticus I remember you can pretty much always see his pocket watch chain!

Pics at top for context, lol

I just can't pick between the two rn! Atticus is so handsome and a papi! He fights for the rights! Literally! (Read to book to kill a mocking bird or watch movie - so good)

Eddie tho is cool but also a nerd! He plays dnd, and would be so sweet!! He's going places and you can come too!! 🙃🦇🏥

Ok, simp rante over if you'd guys like to see my Eddie Munson stuff as I work on it lmk 🥰🥰

(I also have some small Atticus Finch stuff I could edit and throw up 👀)

[ferntouchesgrass]

Ava Coleman Relationship HC'S (GN! Reader)

Guys, there is not enough content for ppl in abbot Elementary except for Melissa, and while I do love her, I think we should make just as much for everyone else so I'm gonna do that rn :-)

You are probably a part of the school staff if you're dating her

I feel like you would just run into her one day and start slowly getting wrapped up in all of her crazy little schemes

She would probably interrupt your class a ton before asking you out

"Look (name). I am just here to check on the kids don't get it twisted

It's kind of obvious, especially to everyone else in the building, but you guys have a cute chemistry thing going on

But she will make you pay for dates and such as she should honestly

She is like a boss bitch so expect her to listen to a lot of like Megan thee stallion,Rihanna,and Precious

She often has tons of business ventures, so definitely be prepared to help her with them and such

I imagine regardless or not if you have the proper qualifications, she will find some way to make you vice principal

She is probably small spoon leaning but does like to hold you every once in a blue moon

You have the code to her secret bathroom (which is amazing in comparison to the staff ones, lol)

The perfume she uses is Prada paradoxe, which smells sweet and is alluring, but it's not overpowering

Self-care days with her are often she will drag you to the salon with you to get pampered <33

[sabcandoit]

as you wish was an AMAZING fic!! ! i applaud to you :] for requests, i wass hoping you'd accept one where reader wears a pretty dress for Noir?? it can be either smut or fluff honestly!! or a little bit of both.

hope you have a lovely day!!

Thank you! Here it is!

DESIRE

Spiderman Noir x Fem reader

Summary: The reader "puts on a pretty dress" and they go to a party for a friend of Peter's. As the night progresses, Peter finds himself unable to keep calm around you, overcome with lust, and overall he's just really entranced by your looks <3

Warnings: Fluff! No actual smut this time, but they get close haha. Its a good mix of both of you "taking control" here and there.

A/N: Thanks for all the love on my first fic, "As You Wish"! I love making these and it's great to see so much support! Also I cant help but imagine Gregory Peck as Noir lmao. He's so handsome too. My requests are open too, so don't be shy! Enjoy!

 “It's time to leave now darling!” Peter announced from the living room. You were in the bathroom, still trying on earrings and other jewelry.  You had no need to get so dressed up to show stop Peter with your looks, it didn't take much effort. He never stopped calling you “Beautiful” or “Lovely” even when you were in the laziest outfit and hadn't put any makeup on or done your hair. Now here you were, stalled in your mirror trying to look as perfect as can be simply for the fun of it. You were going out anyway, to a birthday ball of sorts, and would have others looking at you.  

You sported a dark red evening gown with straps and a mid-length v-neck cut, just long enough to show a small amount of cleavage. The back was zippered up and it cinched in perfectly at your waist. The fabric ran smoothly down from there, the skirt long and flowy. You had done your makeup with a fine red lip and a fancy updo, swept up and braided. The shorter pieces of hair that fell out were styled in a wavy, brushed-back look and pinned up. Simple gold earrings and a thin chain gold necklace adorned your body as well as equally delicate gold bracelets. Peter got you this set which surprised you. It was expensive and dainty, not the sort of thing he would especially pick out for you, but it stood out to him as something that would look beautiful on you. You were all ready, you just needed to grab your heels, handbag, and coat.

 As you exited the room, you saw Peter, dressed in a black suit and a black bowtie. His hair was slicked back, bits of it undone and curled on his forehead. He was putting on his black trench coat in the foyer when he saw you. His lips parted for a moment as his gaze settled. “Oh…” he said with a sort of delighted inflection. You smiled, looking down as you grabbed your shoes and put them on clumsily, chuckling softly. He smiled at you too, watching. As you returned, you grabbed your red handbag and a long black trench coat that matched Peter's. “Ready to go Spiderboy?” you giggled as his loving stare never dissipated. “Oh yes.” he snapped out of it. He was flustered and you were proud of it, yet you had to act oblivious. He fixed his black gloves on, stretching his long fingers out. 

“You look beautiful.” he stepped close to you, putting a hand on your back. “Thank you,” you responded as you both walked out of the doorway, grabbing his hat before leaving. You just grinned up at him lovingly. A gentle hand led you both to the car. He opened the passenger door and stepped back, outstretching a hand, “Sit love”. You nodded your head as you stepped in. He closed the door and walked over to his side and sat down, starting the old black Ford. As he drove to the party, you both listened to the quiet radio playing through the dark night. You could cut the tension with a knife, it was so thick even though the silence between you too was welcomed and comfortable. You both stole little glances and would smile when you caught each other. 

Peter finally was the one to speak up, “Have I commented on your dress yet?” he chuckled handsomely. “It’s irresistible on you, doll.” One of his gloved hands reached out and grasped gently on your thigh. You blushed as he caressed it more, saying in a lower voice, “I may not be able to control myself.” You only blushed more. “Peter…” you sighed. “Not now, love” you spoke again. His hand didn't leave your thigh but he did shut up, tensing his other hand on the wheel. 

You both now arrived at the party. Peter stepped out of the parked car and approached your door. As he opened it and you stepped out, you smiled at him. He straightened up, slightly flushed as he put his hand on your lower back again. He couldn't help but stare down at you, your body, and the dress. The jewelry! How could he not have noticed? “I see you're wearing the gold I got you,” he whispered enticingly in your ear as you both walked into the extravagant building, red carpet to greet them and all. “Oh yes, you finally noticed!” you teased, wrapping your arm around his, lightly touching his side in the process, making him gasp. Looking down at you, he saw your eyes looking intently back at him. “Handsome,” you mumbled, looking back down as you walked. He looked in front of himself, trying to keep his composure, your compliment almost melting him right there. As the escorts opened the building doors, the party was huge and bright. People were all over drinking and talking. Of course, you were here for one of Peter’s friends. You walked more in and eventually saw some people you recognized. As you dragged Peter to talk with others, he stayed suspiciously quiet. Maybe something was wrong? Was he not feeling well?

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NOIR’S POV:

That dress. Her in it. She’s too gorgeous for her own good. These men around us, are they all looking at her? If only they knew the things I would do to them if they laid a hand on her or said something even slightly inappropriate.

 I could care less about the people we are talking to, I just want to be with her, alone. Give her all the compliments I want. Tell her all of the things I want to do to her… I can't keep up with this anymore, yet we still have to wish my friend a happy birthday. But look at her body, the dips and curves, her smile and laughter. It's enough to make a grown man crumble. And that jewelry set I gave her, it makes her look only more ravishing. How I wish I could unclasp that necklace and slip off that bracelet… kiss the places where they once were… make her blush and fluster. Ah, the things I would do for this woman.

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“Oh, well I'm not sure that's how it went!” you chuckled, conversing about memories with an old friend. “It had to be!” your friend laughed back. As you both smiled and talked more, Peter’s hand touched yours. Perhaps it was accidental? It now fully grasped yours and you could feel his intense need. Now this was not accidental. You tried to listen to your friend's stories but couldn't focus, his hand was treading down your arm and playing with your dress.

 “Darling,” he leaned down to your ear and whispered, “I'm afraid we must leave.” Your eyes widened as you looked up at him with a sort of offended look. “Peter…” you stammered, looking into his lust-filled eyes. “Peter, we can't leave yet.” “Ah, forget about that.” one of his arms was now wholly wrapped around your waist possessively as he interrupted the conversation around you. “Excuse me, but my lady and I must be going. We have somewhere to go early in the morning and you know how hard it can be when you don't have a full night’s rest.” he chuckled with his free hand in the air. 

They all bid you goodnight as Peter led the way out into the parking lot. He walked slightly in front of you, holding your hand. You stopped, saying, “Peter, that wasn't very kind to the hosts. After all, you were the one they wanted to see”. He turned around and put one hand on your hip and the other on your cheek, pulling you in. He kissed slowly and passionately like he had been waiting for this. As you parted, you stood, out of breath. “Well…” your hands now up in front of your chest. He smirked down at you. It took you a moment to let go of his gaze, you needed to show him how he couldn't affect you like that. As you left his hold, a hand of yours lingered on his coat lapel, you walked in front of him to the car. 

As you made it to your side, he came quickly behind, opening the door for you. “Oh doll, don't be mad at me.” he playfully begged as you sat in your seat. You just rolled your eyes with a silly smile. As he got into the car he looked over at you, more serious and amorous. You didn't dare look back at him, afraid you would disarm at his loving expression. A strand of hair loosened, coming down in front of your eyes. He of course couldn't leave it hanging in the way of your beautiful face, so he brought a hand up, stroking it behind your ear, making you turn to face him. You locked eyes, his with intent want and yours softening. “My love… absolutely gorgeous.” he smiled gently before departing his gaze and starting the car. As he focused on the road, he spoke out to you, “It was a good idea of yours to wear that dress. You look stunning.”. You blushed, loving the attention. Maybe you could take advantage of this? 

“Why thank you. You always look well put together in a suit.” you traveled a hand up to his neck, caressing for a moment before pulling on the bowtie and loosening it. A visible blush was creeping up his cheeks as he glanced over at you. As you completely freed the bowtie from his neck, you tossed it to the side, unbuttoning a few of the buttons on his white dress shirt. “Sweetheart,” he groaned. “What?” you teased, one of the straps holding your dress on your shoulders slipping down. He noticed this, causing him to inhale sharply. 

He couldn't continue driving. His self-control was not that strong. As he pulled over and parked, he turned over to you, took off his suit coat, and rolled up his sleeves, the top buttons all loosened. You blushed and backed up in your seat, the skirt part of your dress riding up and the neckline lowering showing more cleavage. He started taking off his gloves, pulling one finger off at a time as he looked over at you periodically, each time with intensified hunger. After he successfully got them off and threw them at the side he moved over in his seat, grabbing onto your face and giving you a fiery kiss. As you both moved your hands around each other’s bodies feverishly, you mumbled into a kiss, “We can't get much done in here, Peter.” giggling. “Nonsense.” he desperately gripped at your hips. “Allow me to demonstrate.” he chuckled attractively before feeling for your dress’ zipper and pulling it down, warm hands grazing along your back.

[evieelyzabethh]

Hi me again! 👋🏻

I was wondering if you had time maybe to write a small fic (or one shot whatever you’re comfortable with) where the reader is Buffy’s cousin ( also library assistant or whatever you would like ) and the reader and Giles are in a secret relationship ( maybe smut?? ) and they’re navigating that and Buffy finds out and it’s this whole thing. If you’re busy I totally understand or if you just don’t want to, again it’s okay. I really do enjoy your work 🥰.

Not Unavailable, More Unimpressed

pairing(s): Giles x Summers!Reader

summary: what started out as a short term fling has gotten increasingly complicated when the reciprocity and sincerity of feelings is called into questions. pt.1 of ???

warnings: smut, fem!reader, drinking, hand job, a bit of breast worship, clothed grinding, riding, slight choking, age gap (Giles is in his mid to late 40's, reader is in her late 20s/ early 30s), reader has nipple piercings bc I said so and I think they are hot

an: This fic will contain smut so be warned. You are responsible for your own media consumption, read at your own risk.

The man at the bar was a mystery to you. He didn't quite fit into the bar atmosphere. He wasn't one of the barely legals or illegals who snuck in eager to drink, he wasn't one of the old guys who came to hit on the bottle girls, he didn't smell like a smoker or shoot whiskey like a drinker. He was also British, something that left an odd taste in your mouth.

You couldn't call yourself a regular here, more often than not you found yourself at the Bronze, purely per Buffy's request, which had okay enough booze and slightly better music. Here, some place clearly meant for an older crowd called Jack's, is where the older man sat. Alone, he sat at the far corner, sometimes looking longingly at the stage like he was a performer. He didn't look like a performer though.

He was older than you. He was greyed out and looked like he came from when TVs were still in sepia tones. He looked like Gregory Peck in To Kill a Mockingbird, like he was always a moment away from scolding someone. It didn't help that he always looked tired, like a lot of his age came from stress. If that was the case, it still didn't make sense as to why he chose a bar to be his spot to wind down.

It was loud. Not in the way that the Bronze was, a type of loud filled with life. A loud spurred by rowdy souls, people who couldn't let loose at home, so they came to one of the only shitty bars in the small town to drink a shitty beer and watch their favorite sports team lose. Not to mention the countless barely legals who got into fights with the bartenders after they failed to get their underage friends a drink. Jack's wasn't a place to have fun, it was the place to avoid doing something reckless during your midlife crisis. You were only there because of convenience, and after being there for a half hour were already beginning to get a migraine.

Job hunting was rough. When you moved to Sunnydale on behalf of your aunt, she offered to let you stay under her roof, but being a grown woman who got up to grown woman shenanigans, it would be more than distasteful to do it in Joyce's home. You were lucky enough that the housing market was great in the area, with all the supernatural happenings so one chose to move to Sunnydale, but that still didn't mean that a decent looking apartment wouldn't cost you a nice sum of money every month.

I could just work here, was your first thought. You were once a young college student also desperate for money, you had bartended, you could always go back if you lacked self-respect. You had a degree dammit, sure you didn't have a doctorate, but you shouldn't need one to get a nice quiet desk job. Neither option was all that fulfilling, but something told you that bartending in a town when demons just roamed the streets didn't seem like a great idea.

The mystery man looked like he had a nice job. Maybe a nice car. Possibly a nice house. He looked financially stable, and fuck was that hot. What did he do? What was there to do in Sunnydale? You could ask.

You looked at his hands to see if there was a ring or any indication that there was someone waiting for him wherever he came from. Maybe a picture of a kid, maybe a photo of a significant other. Nothing. Nothing.

You slinked over to the seat beside him, not meaning to make your presence immediately known yet he still looked up as he felt the heat of someone else beside him. His glasses perched low on his nose and his grey hair tussled. His eyes were green. He was pretty.

"Hello?" He looked at you confused. He took a moment to drink you in. Younger, gorgeous, clearly bold.

"Hello."

"Are you waiting for someone?" You shook your head.

"No. Are you?" and he'd be lying if he said he was.

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"You know, I don't do this often." He said between the rare breaths that were allowed in between suffocating kisses. Whatever he took up in his free time must've involved a great workout regimen. His hand sat comfortably at your neck, and you basked in the warmth that it provided in his cold apartment. His other held your cheek, his thumb mindless rubbing against it in a way that was hypnotizing. It almost had a numbing affect, your skin not being able to get past the feeling making your brain pause as he kissed your lips.

He tasted like fine wine. He smelled like old books. You half expected him to quote a classic at you, you didn't know him well enough to gauge if he was the type. His tongue contradicted his previous statement. These weren't the kisses of a man out of practice, that or he did it so much in his youth it was impossible to forget. Something like riding a bike.

"For a man who doesn't do this often, you're mighty good at it." He smirked; you could feel it against your lips. You wished you could see it, but he had the lights in his bedroom turned low and you weren't sure you wanted to open your eyes in the fear that you were dreaming. It was warm, he was so warm. So warm it was noticeable when his lips left yours and moved to your neck, hovering under your ears. His breath fanning against your neck was enough to send shivers down your spine.

"You haven't even seen how good I am, darling." The pet name alone made you weak in the knees, but you would be damned if you swooned at someone called you darling. Granted, you couldn't help how your mouth went dry or how your pussy clenched at nothing, but he didn't need to know that. He was going to find out, but he can find out later when your lust ridden brain stopped listening to reason and pride.

"Show me, then."

He dipped his head to kiss you, grabbing a fistful of your hair to tip your head back and you let him, grabbing on to his broad shoulders to stabilize yourself. You were pressed between the wall and him, pressing him even closer as you fisted his shirt to pull him closer, but he was hesitant to oblige. He was teasing, you could tell by the way he smiled into your kisses, pulling away like he needed air while you chased after his lips.

"You having issues breathing, old man?" The hand at your neck squeezed, not enough to choke you but enough to make your head even dizzier. His other hand travelled to any piece of skin he could get his hands on. Feather light, his fingers ran across your arms, then your collarbones, before knocking the straps of your dress off your shoulder. His kisses moved slow, his tongue damn near like languid waves that you were somehow managing to drown in.

Still, you chased after him, and still, he ran. His lips ran to the corner of your mouth, to the skin of your neck his hand didn't engulf, to where your strap lay useless. His kisses scorched your otherwise cold skin, his mouth sucking hickeys and then immediately soothing them.

He was so soft. Soft in how his hands found the back of your dress, soft in how his eyes looked into yours, asking permission without even saying a word, soft like the way the fabric slipped of your body and onto the floor. Soft like the bed he laid you on. Even soft in the way he continued to tease you, his knee meeting the crotch of your panties and him meticulously unsnapping your bra as if you couldn't tell he knew how to do it.

He then paused for a minute, finally coming across something he hadn't experienced before. His fingers took the ball of cool metal between his fingers, and you moaned at how it pulled ever so slightly at your nipple.

"What are these?" You chuckled.

"I got 'em pierced ages ago. Drunk night out with a few friends my senior year." He continued to play with the metal ball, well aware of how you keened and ground yourself into his knee.

"So, I can play with them." Fuck. It was how he said it. Like a nerd you might've messed around with in school because he was a good tutor but also because he had that nerdy charm to him. Like playing with your body was a game of Operations he had been so eager to play and was determined to get good at. It was easy to imagine Giles like that, fogged up glasses, eyes concentrated and focused on figuring out what buttons to press to get a prize. There was the curiosity in his lust-blown eyes, and in your lust addled brain you were fine with being his toy.

"Please do." He didn't need to be told twice. Avid learner he was, he went in, his large hands easily covering your breasts. His fingers pulled at the bars, drawing whimpers out of you the more he prodded. It wasn't too rough, Giles was too soft to ever be truly rough, but the feeling of his gaze, your clothed pussy rubbing against his soft slacks, and his large hands over your chest was getting a bit much. And he hadn't even put his mouth on you yet.

It didn't take long for him to realize the feeling of your pierced tits in his mouth was one of the best things he's felt, and it felt even better for you. A wet patch had long since been growing and he certainly felt it too, it egged him on. He wasn't even in you, he hadn't even tasted you, and you were almost there. You were so close.

You grabbed at anything you could, his shirt, his sheets, his hands that held yours as you rocked yourself onto his knee until you saw stars. Then he grabbed your face and swallowed your moans as he kissed and kissed you until you came down. A moment of clarity hit you, and you pulled on his shirt. "Off." you told him simply, and he obliged. You smashed your lips into his, peeling off button after button until the shirt was thrown to the side and his undershirt beneath was discarded with even less care.

"Issues with patience, darling?" You shook your head.

"Not fair I'm practically naked and you were fully clothed." His retort was cut off by your lips as you sat up to meet him, his hands absent-mindedly finding your breasts and yours finding his belt and making quick work of it before he even realized what was happening. You kissed him through it, anyway, still chasing after him as he pulled away to curse at the feeling of your hand around his dick.

"Gods." he muttered, words tumbling out clumsily as you rubbed the tip of his cock. He never had the control to pull away fast enough for an adequate breather, just a second to get a breath out and pray. You were flattered. His hand seemed like it wanted to swat you away, but it didn't have the strength to betray his brain like that. It felt good. Too good. So good he couldn't even think, and Giles never stopping thinking and now he was drawing blanks. He was sure you had mocked him once or twice, which went through one ear and out the other.

He caught himself thrusting into your hand before he caught himself, grabbing your wrist. "Hang on." He choked out, but you didn't listen. Your hand moved up and down his shaft terribly slow, and it was almost worse. Watching you spit on your hand and collect pre-cum from his tip and spread it like some sick simulation of what it would be like to be in you, and yet he couldn't help but watch his hand completely cover yours as you pumped him. Don't cum yet.

"I said hang on." His breath was ragged and his voice was deep. This time he meant it. "There are condoms in the top left drawer. Take one out for me, love." And you did as such. Did it with so much assurance that you slid it on without him even needing to ask you. Slid your panties off and sank down so fast neither one of you was ready.

You both sat there a moment, feeling your nerve endings tingle and burn, like you were both on fire. But you were on fire together. Like you could feel every atom in your body, like it had all been reduced to nothing but water, you were both feeling everything and anything yet absolutely nothing at the same time. So much feeling any nuance got lost in the moment. Just being there, breaths away, with a complete stranger you were sleeping with because he was pretty and looked financially stable.

You kissed him, a real kiss. Spontaneous. One with a feeling neither one of you could decipher and both assumed meant nothing. You rode it out until you had both exhausted each other, you falling on top of him and him catching you.

"Would you like to use my shower before you go? Did you need a ride home?" You cheesed to yourself. And they say chivalry is dead.

"Yeah, that would be nice." You had already rolled out of his bed in search of your dress and waiting for feeling to return to your legs. "I never got your name."

"Giles. Rupert Giles." You giggled as you shook of your dress after picking it up from the floor. Sounds about right.

"And what do you do for a living, Mr. Giles."

"Do these things typically end in interviews?" He made no effort to get out of his bed, he even had the decency to turn away while you get dressed as if he wasn't just balls deep in you.

"No, but I am new to town and would like to not be broke."

"I'm a librarian." Of course, you are. "Have you any interest in literature?" You did. You were a nerd. You had tried convincing yourself you weren't for years, but you majored in philosophy and minored in classic literature; and no one likes philosophy majors.

"I dabble a bit. Got a degree from all the reading I did if that counts." He looked at you like he knew you were trying to make yourself sound cooler. Nerd calls to nerd.

"Well, plenty of places are always hiring. The turnover rate is quite atrocious here." And even new to town, you believed it.

"I just might."

☽✯☾

You did end applying, you even ended up getting the job. Apparently, your little cousin's high school was in desperate need of a library assistant. You also had the pleasure of freezing when you saw Giles again and watching your little cousin greet her favorite teacher.

It was almost worth it for the look on his face, though.

[lovehypegirl]

・:〃➜ on god? platonic!childe x f!reader modern!au

You and childe settled into your bed late after school post project

He sat on the wall side of your bed and you sat by your nightstand with the fan pointing toward you hair to dry it quicker so you could do your heatless curls

In between you legs and childe's sat your computer where Legally Blonde played

A candy bowl sat on your lap since childe had his big back activities trying to eat all the candy in one go - so naturally you had to confiscate it

"I still don't get why you find Emmett attractive" the ginger commented as he tried to make a sneaky reach for the candy bowl

You slapped his hand away "I don't wanna hear your opinion bitch. You look like one of them motherfuckers from the lucky charms box"

"LUCKY CHARMS-" Childe whipped his head to you dramatically "I'll have you know that there are LOTS of people in this world who find gingers attractive"

"Yeah who?" you asked as the scene switched to Emmett driving Elle in his car "The voices in your head?"

"Says the girl who listened to boyfriend ASMR for three years straight" Childe bit back as you fed him a gummy worm "Ew bitch I hate this flavor"

"Just swallow the damn thing" you said as he twisted his face up in disgust "Oh Jesus Christ it can't be that bad"

"It issss" he whined

"Cry baby" you playfully nudged his head and his slammed it onto your shoulder

"Ow bitch! What was that for?" you yanked his hair

He let out an annoying little giggle as he took the opportunity to steal another piece of candy

"Man you're all over the place today" you guided his head onto your shoulder again as the movie continued to play

"What actors do you like?" he randomly asked after a while

"Miles Teller and Gregory Peck"

He paused and sat back up "Okay I get Miles Teller but GREGORY PECK??!! Girl bye"

"Whaaatttt? He's so beautiful though" you narrowed your eyes at him

"He's dead" Childe deadpanned

"Man you just don't get it now do you" you closed the computer when the movie ended and got out of bed

Childe followed you as you grabbed your silk curling rod and silk scrunchies

"Can you get my bonnet from my dresser?" you asked Childe

"Sure" he grabbed the pink silk bonnet and followed you into the kitchen

"Alexa play Chill House Music Mix"

"Playing Chill House Music Mix" the AI responded

Plisplaat by Bonkers began to play and Childe pulled up the curtains to let the sunset in as you pulled your hair into the heatless curlers and shoved your bonnet onto your hair

"Y'know...I've known you since what....kindergarten? And how could I never know you were into dead guys"

You tossed a box of strawberries and a bag of grapes onto the counter "I'm not into dead guy, but I think he's attractive" you shrugged as Childe got the sugar down from the top shelf of the pantry

"Okay but like...he's dead"

"Man, how many times are you gonna say that?" you washed the fruit and cut of the strawberry tops

Childe began to stab the fruit onto the skewers "Well I mean he is attractive...I guess...wait-" he slowly turned to you

"What?" you added the water and sugar together and put it over a medium flame

"Is that why you were acting up in freshman year of high school when we watched To Kill A Mockingbird? 'Cause you were tweaking whenever we watched it"

"Yo I wasn't tweaking" you shot back, kicking his leg as the water-sugar mix came to a boil

You and Childe took turns dipping the fruits into the sugar mix and placing them in cold water

"Please bitch you were. Oh and remember that time we went to Texas?"

"Why'd we go there anyways?" you replied as you got started on another skewer

"Girl i dunno but you met this guy at a rodeo what was his name...."

"Dallas somethin'-with-an-H"

"Dallas Hayes! Anyways, you were drooling over this guy like serious work"

"Who wouldn't drool over a guy who's 6'4", blonde, sun-tanned, built as FUCK, and a gentleman?" you raised your eyebrows

"He had his shirt off like all the time"

"Bitch please. No he didn't"

"Whatever, you went home going on and on about how hot cowboys were"

"Yo i'm tellin' you somethin' about them is just to UGH"

"Yeah no"

"See that's your issue you're so damn negative" you replied as you placed the finished tanghulu on a plate and made a new batch

"And don't even get me started on your whole Nightwing obsession"

"Man I ain't having this argument with you"

"It ain't an argument, bighead"

"Yeah it's verbal beration"

"Lookit you usin' your big girl vocabular-"

SMACK

"Watch it ginger"

© 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀𝙃𝙔𝙋𝙀𝙂𝙄𝙍𝙇 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 | modification and translation of my works on any platforms are strictly prohibited

[oldh0llyw0od]

Here’s my masterlist, hope you enjoy 🥀🥀

Rating: 18+ content (minors please don’t read!!), mature, explicit.

Gregory peck

Roman Holiday Imagine (Joe Bradley x reader)

[southernbluebellereader]

You read my mind!Which is why I wanted to combine these 2 together: A betazoid and a vulcan!But SNW version (because I like Ethan Peck, his granpa was THE GREGORY PECK!)

OMG STOP NO WONDER HE LOOKS SO FAMILIAR. This is such a cool idea!

A/N: I'm not 100% familiar with the Star Trek: Strange New Worlds Plot since I just started watching the show. I took a little inspiration from Star Trek: The Next Generation because I'll pull most of my Betazoid knowledge from there. Also, Betazoids have telepathic abilities. As far as I know, Vulcans have telepathic abilities through the Mind Meld, but for the sake of this fan fiction, Spock also have regular telepathic abilities, though perhaps not as advanced as the readers. Purple text is telepathic thoughts.

A/N 2: I hope you like it! It's kind of wonky, but I may write a part 2 because of it. I hope it's not too vague!

MASTER LIST

Pop of Color

Spock x F! Betazoid (Star Trek: Strange New Worlds; Inspo from The Next Generation)

Word Count: 696

Summary: Y/N is the ship's quartermaster - while serving as the ship's emergency seamstress, aside from Lieutenant Kirk constantly finding himself at her office, Spock tagging along with him to ensure that his Lieutenant actually gets his clothes mended - and maybe start bringing his own clothes to be mended.

First Officer Spock. “Lieutenant Kirk, you’re not here because you need to switch your quarters again, are you?”

Ms. Y/N. Sorry for Intruding. Again. Spock sighed as Y/N chuckled, both of them watching as Lieutenant Kirk unloaded a bag of ripped-up uniforms and trousers, and handed them to her.

“Oh Y/N, you know me!” Lieutenant Kirk chuckled bashfully as he handed her.

“You know me, I’m the ship’s seamstress at this point, gentlemen.” Y/N briefly looked through the uniforms and placed them to the side, “I’ll have them done by the end of the week, Lieutenant.” 

Smiling at her, the young Lieutenant gave her a thumbs up, then turned around and went on his merry way, leaving Spock and Y/N in her office, Spock sighing once more.

I don’t understand how you don’t find him amusing, Mr. Spock. One thing Y/N appreciated about Spock was his telepathic abilities, though perhaps not as great as hers, she found that it reminded her of home.

His behavior is very illogical and carefree, Miss Y/N. Spock shook his head slightly. But I have to get back to the bridge. Spock started to turn around but stopped when Y/N spoke to him again.

You don’t need anything mended, Mr. Spock? Y/N smiled gently at the Vulcan, who turned his head back to her, the corner of his mouth curving upward ever so slightly.

Not today, Miss Y/N. 

—

“Captain Pike, I know you’re nervous about this ceremony, but I need you to please stand still,” Y/N exhaled sharply as she placed several pins in her mouth, one by one sticking them through the Captain’s green dress uniform so that it would fit him more snuggly.

“I’m sorry, Miss L/N, but are you sure I need to be here for this? You couldn’t have gotten my measurements from my file.”

“Yes, I could’ve, but remember what happened last time?” Y/N stood up from her stool and beckoned him to undress, Spock looking at her and Captain Pike in amusement as the Captain undressed, mumbling under his breath, “Your other green dress uniform ended up being too small, Captain.”

Y/N wrote down the correct measurements of her Captain, then turn towards Spock, “Alright, Mr. Spock, your turn.” Y/N beckoned the Vulcan to step up before her. C’mon, Mr. Spock, I might as well take your measurements too, just in case.

“I assure you, I do not need my measurements taken, Miss Y/N.” An eyebrow rose, which did nothing to hide the ever-so-slight green flush of his cheeks that Y/N manage to catch. She shot him a small smirk and beckoned him once more to step in front of her as she sat back down on her stool. No need to be shy, Mr. Spock. You know I don’t bite. It’ll be quick.

“Make it quick, Miss Y/N,” Spock chuckled as he approached her, allowing her to line her tape measure along different parts of his body, Captain Pike enjoying the scene, “No, please take your time Miss L/N.”

—

See, doesn’t it fit better now? Y/N approached Spock and stood beside him. He’d opted to wear his formal uniform that she’d previously made alterations on, and added a few touches of her own.

Yes… But you could’ve done without the… embellishments, Miss Y/N.

Y/N chuckled at the telepathic groan that Spock gave her. A ‘thank you’ would suffice, Mr. Spock. Wouldn’t you rather be overdressed than underdressed? I know I would. Y/N met the Vulcan’s eyes and winked at him. His eyes traveled quickly from Y/N’s eyes to her colorful and embellished attire. He couldn’t help but agree, accepting her point. Point taken, Miss Y/N. Care for a drink?

An ensign walked up to them with a tray of alcoholic beverages.

Oh please!

Nodding, Spock took a hold of two glasses, one for himself, and handed the other to Y/N, “Thank you, my dear.”

When did we get so acquainted, Miss Y/N?

When you admitted that you like the embellishments I added to your uniform, Mr. Spock.

[softcallofdutyimagines]

Heyy!! Do you write for Bell/Stitch? or maybe William Peck/Reader? If not do you know someone who does? •ᴗ•

Baby, I'd write Hudson x Menendez if someone requested it. There's hardly a ship I won't write lmao. Gotta say, you're the first person I've ever seen to request Peck anything 👀

I have to be honest, he's so annoying I use to haaaaaate him, but idk I started missing him when mauer dropped 😭😭 I'll do hcs for both ships 😌

Bell x Stitch

Ok, honestly?

I seriously hc that Bell and Stitch were together when Bell was still running with Perseus

Bc I also hc ship my Bell with Adler, and the DRAMA if Adler found out that Bell's ex is his arch nemesis is just 👁️👄👁️🤌🏻

Anyway, I feel like Bell and Stitch's relationship is kind of like a loving "bro" style relationship

Like they're not super touchy feely or emotional with each other

It's a lot of "pushing each other to be better"

They first met through being agents of Perseus and naturally didn't trust one another very much

But, they're been on several missions together and bit by bit they won each other over with their impressive skills

The relationship started out as training partners basically, and sure that part did stay as I said, but their feelings, trust, and admiration of one another grew deep

They're basically perfect matches

Stitch is absolutely devastated when he here's Bell's been killed by Arash, it's the most emotion anyone has ever seen him display

And when he finds out that Bell is alive, but under Adler's control...

Oh, it's every reason more for him to hate Adler

It takes all of his strength not to kidnap Bell back, or brutality massacre Adler when he gets his hands on him

Stitch never gives his heart to another after Bell

He know no one could ever take their place

Peck x Reader

Whoever peck's voice actor is deserves a freaking medal or something, bc I literally have never heard a more insufferably annoying but not cheesy character in all my life

Peck gives me "super smart, gifted kid who was mercilessly bullied in school, so he swore he'd be the best there ever was as vengeance and also developed an abrasive personality to keep himself from being hurt again as a trauma response" vibe

That is to say, he has an ego and a personality both the size of a planet

But, despite that fact that he thinks he's the be all end all... He seems incredibly affectionate towards his wife (?) Martha

Which kinda makes me feel like he's the type of person who's actually really self loathing/conscious so he just acts like he doesn't give an F

As anxiety icon, Queen Marina Diamondis said, "I feel like I'm the worst, so I always act like I'm the best"

A relationship with Peck would be super clingy and highly affectionate I believe

You do have to get past his ego first, but like I said, that's just a front tbh

He really just wants some who genuinely, actually likes him, but for whatever reason, he's afraid to be open, so instead he acts insufferable and keeps everyone at arms length

When you two are together in public, everyone will probably come up with some not so nice assumptions as to why you two are together

I mean... Who in the world would want to be with such an ass of their own free will?

There's a low chance he'll try to fight off any rumors, mostly because he really just doesn't care what other people think

You are the one and only person in the whole world who's opinion matters to him and he would seriously do anything for you

In public, he's really not much into PDA (although he will constantly hold your hand if given the option), but in private, he's a huge cuddle monster and you'll need a crowbar to get him off you lmao

[imperial-martian]

So, this is sorta random, but is anyone that has read or seen the movie, “To Kill a Mockingbird,” interested one me publishing an Atticus Finch x Reader oneshot I just finished? I know I don’t publish much of the other fandoms or characters I write for here, but would anybody like to read it?

[oldhollywoodimagines]

Let’s Get You To Bed

A/N: Not a request just something that I dreamed up. This is my first time writing anything for TKAM so please be gentle with me. 🤍

Pairing: Atticus Finch x Reader

Warnings: Bad writing, typos, terrible grammar, etc. slightly suggestive dialogue at the end if you squint really hard.

Word count: 1,125

Summary: Scout wakes up not feeling good and comes for help.

~*~

It was well past midnight when you heard it. The slow creak of a doors hinges followed by the light patter of a child’s feet. It wasn’t until your bleary eyes met her dark tear stained ones that you were fully awake. She stood quietly for a moment, hands clutching at her worn out teddy bear as she rocked back and forth on her heels.

You sat up on the edge of the bed gently, looking back over your shoulder to make sure that your sleeping husband, Atticus, remained asleep. He’d had a rough few days and deserved a good nights sleep.

Running a hand through your hair, your eyes once again connected with hers and you reached for her. Smiling softly when she wasted no time in coming to you, releasing her teddy bear and letting it fall to the floor with a gentle “thud”, she clambered onto your lap. Head resting in the nook between your head and shoulder as you cradled her gently.

“Scout, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Your voice hushed in an effort to not wake her sleeping father.

“I don’t feel good…” she paused, hands grasping your nightgown tightly before carrying on, “and, Jem said to go back to bed but I can’t.”

At this you nodded, wiping stray tears that rolled down flushed cheeks, hand molding to her forehead in an effort to check her temperature. A small smile quirking her lips upward as she nuzzled against your palm, enjoying the attention.

“You do have a fever.” You whispered back, placing a kiss where your hand had been, “let’s get you back to bed, hm?”

She nodded, rubbing her eyes tiredly as you carried her back to her room. Little fingers playing mindlessly with the seam on the shoulder of your nightgown. The simplicity of it making you smile for a second before you laid her back down, pulling her covers back up.

“I’ll be right back ok?” You assured, gently combing your fingers through her hair only to have her shake her head from side to side, her hand grabbing at your arm.

“Don’t go.” She pleaded, fingers lacing with yours.

“Scout? Y/N?” Jem’s tired voice echoed quietly from across the room, before he appeared at the foot of the bed.

“Scout, I told you not to make a fuss and go to sleep.” He scolded, eyes narrowed at his younger sister.

“Shut up, Jem.”

“Quiet you two.” Your interjection grabbing both their attentions, “are you feeling ok?”

Your attention now turned to Jem as you shifted to face him. The look on his face as stoic as one his Father would fix someone with. The sight making you want to smile for a second, before looking over him. He too had slightly flushed cheeks, but being in the stage of life that he was, he’d pretend it was nothing.

“Come here.” You motioned, beckoning him toward you with your free hand. Resting your wrist on his forehead you decided he felt a bit warm too, a fact that made you bite down on your lip.

“You go get back into bed too, I’ll be there in a second.”

“But, Y/N -“

“Hush.” You smiled at him, before standing up to make your way to the bathroom. Wetting a washcloth and grabbing some aspirin, you made your way back to their shared room. Shaking your head humorously at the sight of Jem now sitting on the corner of Scout’s bed.

“Here, both of you take these.” Passing out the pills to both outstretched hands, only to be met with Jem telling you there was nothing to take them with.

“Put this on your sisters forehead and I’ll go get some water.” Passing him the washcloth, a grin turned the corner of your lips upward at the sound of them chattering, “what’s this for?”

“She’s trying to bring your fever down.”

“It’s cold!”

“It’s supposed to be! How else would you expect it to work?” Jem’s voice a bit more stern now as he explained.

“Whisper your Dad’s sleeping.” You chuckled, passing them both water to take the pills.

“I told Scout not to wake you or Atticus up but she doesn’t listen.” He stated, fixing a glare at his yawning sister.

“It’s ok.” You assured, placing Scout’s glass on her bedside table, “let’s get you back to bed too.”

Nodding tiredly, he moved across the room to his own bed, surprising you when he let you pull his blankets over him.

“If you guys need anything else…” you paused, tucking the blanket under his chin, “holler and I’ll come help you.”

He nodded tiredly, eyes almost shut as he whispered a nearly silent “thank you, Y/N.”

Your heart melting slightly at the sight of the two children. They were so precious to you, and you were so happy that they’d accepted you the way the did. It was hard to have a stepparent, but they’d seemed to have taken it in stride. The smile that covered your face, dissipating into a look of shock as you spotted Atticus leaned against the door frame.

Glasses on and hair mussed from sleeping as he surveyed the room. The moonlight highlighting one side of his face and lacing through his ebony colored locks resting heavily on the few gray hairs that had taken place on his temples. The sight soon making the shock disappear as soon as it had appeared.

Ushering him away from the door, you left it cracked slightly as the two of you tiptoed out into the hall.

“Are they ok?” He inquired, eyebrow raised quizzically as he peered back toward the door you’d left ajar.

“They’ve got fevers, they’ll have to miss school. It’s probably the flu, Maudie said it’s going around.” You explained, smiling as his fingers traced your jaw before his hand rested on your forehead.

“And you, how’re you feeling?” A teasing smile flirting on his lips, replacing his hand with a tender kiss.

“I’m feeling much better now.” Smiling up at him you returned the actions, “and how are you feeling, Mr. Finch?”

Your tone hushed, as you whispered it against his skin, eyes doe like as you pulled back to look in his onyx colored ones. Placing one last playful smooch on his cheek, which flushed under your lips.

“I’m feeling a bit warm.” Resting his arms around your waist he embraced you, your head taking up residence against his shoulder, “especially now.”

“Maybe we should get you back to bed too?” You suggested coyly, pulling back so that your gaze rested on him.

“I think that’s a marvelous idea.” A smile covering his lips with his hand resting on the small of your back as he guided you back to your room

[morgandr]

Imagine:

Gregory Peck being completely infatuated by your beauty.

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(NOT MY GIF!)

(Gregory Peck X Reader)

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(TAGS)

[lipstickbisous]

sweetpea

PAIRING: dad!andrew garfield x reader

SUMMARY: andrew's first words to his little girl.

WARNINGS: fluff, mentions of childbirth

A/N: i struggled to make that summary sound non-sexual...i didn't choose a name but i did make it a babygirl! it's short. gif by gregory-peck. inspo

WORD COUNT: 731

the following work is my own writing. do not plagairise or copy and paste my works onto another platform. message me about credit.

MASTERLIST

It was peacefully quiet enough for you to rest. Even in your sleep, you could hear the beeping of heart monitors outside the room and the bustling of doctors and nurses outside in the halls of the hospital. Even better, you could hear her husband murmuring to your baby.

"Hi, sweet girl," Andrew whispered, rubbing his thumb over his daughter's cheek. Her skin was so soft and plush compared to his calloused fingers that were the size of her head. "Look at how perfect you are."

In his arms, he cradled someone he'd been waiting nine months to meet. "Gave your mum such a hard time, but she'd say it was worth it," he chuckled, his smile reaching the corner of his eyes. Andrew gently bounces her against his chest. "Anything for you, sweetpea."

There was something resonating inside of Andrew. He felt a warmth growing in his core, a sensation of home. "I feel like I've been so lost, you know?" His eyes were attached to her closed ones. "When I heard you were coming, I felt so scared."

He strolled over to the window, pulling back one of the curtains so a slight ray of sun flowed into the room. "That's the whole world out there," he whispered, noticing her eyes were just barely peaking open. “It’s my job to protect you. I’ve gotta make sure you never hurt.”

Finally, her eyes opened. They were just as brown as his, perfectly matching her dad. Andrew let out a stifled cry when she could finally piece out who she was looking at, shuffling slightly around inside her wrapped blanket. “Hi, darling.”

There was a knock on the door as it slowly creaked open. A nurse with curly, brown hair tip-toed into the room, careful not to wake your sleeping. She held a small bottle filled with ivory milk. “Hi,” she whispered, cooing at the bundle in Andrew’s arms. “I figured she might be a little hungry, and we don’t want to wake mom up.”

Andrew’s heart fluttered at you being called a mother. You and him were finally parents, and you were parents to the most beautiful girl in the world. “Of course,” he stayed quiet, taking your baby over to the nurse.

“Would you like to feed her?” The nurse offered, noticing how Andrew didn’t take his eyes off of the baby. Not once.

Instead, he slowly smiled and nodded. “Yes, please,” he murmured so quietly, scared that his voice would crack. The nurse handed him the bottle that was too small for his hands. Andrew sat down on the small, uncomfy couch he’d slept on during the night, only this time, he sat with his daughter.

“Just so gently, against her lips.” He nudged the tip of the bottle against her small mouth, watching as she began to lightly suckle. Andrew’s chest caved in as the nurse was called to another room and he was alone with his little girl again.

He started to quietly hum to himself, tilting the bottle until it was empty and there was nothing more for her to drink. “I love you so much,” he whispered, setting the bottle down and caressed the small wisps of hair on her head.

His heart was immensely swelling with every passing second. Andrew could swear that in that moment, it was just him and her. You were there, of course—the mother of his baby would always be in his mind—but it was just him and the bundle in his arms.

“I can’t wait to teach you everything. You’re gonna learn…” he chuckled to himself, realizing that she couldn’t understand anything he was saying. “Never mind. But we can do whatever you want. I’ll take you to ride a bike a-and we can go the aquariums and zoos. We have a tiny puppy at home waiting for you, you’ll love him.”

Her mouth gently curled into a small form of a smile. She yawned and curled into his arm. “Over there,” he pointed to you sleeping on the bed. “That’s your mum. She loves you so much, worked so hard for you. Treat her well, okay?”

Andrew pulled her up so her forehead brushed against his lips, leaving a small kiss against her. Her eyes began to close again. “Go to sleep,” he shushed her, cradling her hand with delicate, shaking hands. “I love you, sweetpea.”

[flower-slut004]

I was wondering if you could do more Rodrick x Reader x Platonic! Greg? I don’t have any siblings so reading the headcanons with Greg being “a brother I never had” made me so happy 😭

Like A Brother.

( aww i’m so happy 😭, you got it!! Imma also write a couple of scenarios)

Cooking with the Heffleys.

“Rodrick can you please pass me the chocolate chi…Rodrick please…are you eating what I think you’re eating…” You raised your eyebrows at your boyfriend.

“No….” he spoke ignoring the chocolate chips falling out of his mouth. Sighing, you shook your head and gave him a peck on the cheek. “You’re lucky I like you…”

Turning around you faced Greg who was peaking around the corner “Hey Greg. Whats up?” you smiled as he fully stepped into the doorway.

“I heard noises and I wanted to check them out” he informed looking at the cookie dough. “Dont think of it brat… this is me and Yn’s date night”.

Rolling your eyes, you shook your head at Rodricks comment. “Don’t listen to him. Come, you can help us. I’ll even let you eat some chocolate chips”

Greg’s eyes lit up as he came forward to the sink to wash his hands. “Hey! How come he gets to eat them and I get yelled at?” Rodrick whines.

“Greg won’t stuff his face, you…” your hand rose up to wipe some chocolate off his lips. “Are covered in it..”

Rodrick frowned as he lightly pressed a kiss to your thumb. “Fine…”

“Okay Gregory, you can stir the batter” you smiled as you turned to face him.

Picking Him Up From School

“Greg Heffley, get in the car it’s pouring!” You exclaimed as your car came to a halt.

Greg grumpily got in the passenger seat and avoided eye contact. “Where’s your idiot brother?” you sighed as you continued to drive down the street.

“I waited two hours and..” you quickly cut him off “Two hours? Greg it’s been pouring all day!”

“Don’t you think I know that!” he snapped. You glared at the younger boy “Sorry…Rodrick and I just got into a fight and I should’ve known he wouldn’t pick me up.”

You scoffed “Fucking Hell Rodrick….” you scoffed. Greg raised his eyebrows as he heard your language.

You pointed at him and shook your head “You never heard that and I better not hear you use it”

Greg huffed as he looked out the window “Thank You for taking me home” he mumbles.

“Sure thing Gregory and tell Rodrick that he better sleep with one eye open” you sighed as you pulled into his drive way.

Random One

“Why do we need to include that worm in our date nights!” Rodrick groaned as he watched his brother walk away to get popcorn

“Because, he’s in a fight with his best friend and he needs some company” you kissed his shoulder. Rodrick smiled softly as he leaned into you.

“I want just your company. Not my brother tagging along” he whines

“Rodrick, if you got into a fight with your best friend wouldn’t you want someone just to hang with?”

Rodrick mumbles “I guess. Why are you so nice to the worm?”

You let out another sigh “Because Greg is like the brother I never had. I love you Rodrick… I see Greg as someone I should protect. Your family, whatever you like it or not, is my family too” you kissed his lips softly.

“Yuck” Greg groaned as he appeared back.

“Can it dork!”

“Rodrick!”

[aimless-imagines-for-fun]

Need

Pairing :: Clark Kent x short/petite fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, NSFW/SMUT, Slight Size Kink

Word Count :: 1,328

Summary :: A little make out session between you and Clark gets heated and this time, you two get to go all the way.

A/N :: It’s been roooough. I needed something a little mindless to write to help me.

Maybe I’ll write a part two, idk.

Clark had been with a few women(despite the crowds that threw themselves onto him when he wore a certain red cape) and wasn't a stranger to what happened in the bedroom. After he started dating you though, you always managed to turn his brain to mush. You turned him on like it was as easy as flipping a switch.

If you gave him a quick hug it was fine, but if you or he prolonged it Clark would start to notice the clear height difference. He'd think about how easily he could sweep you off your feet and throw you over his shoulder.

When you whispered into his ears, he'd tense up trying his hardest not to hold you against him. If your lips brushed against his earlobe, his hand would shoot out after yours before quickly apologizing.

While watching you take a quick nap at either of your places after a long day of work, he'd watch your chest rise with each breath. He wondered how you would look pinned down, squirming beneath him

Despite how much you turned him on, he was afraid of losing himself with you. Clark always had to hold back and was pretty good at it. However, with the effect you had on him he was worried he wouldn't be able to and break you.

You weren't blind to how hesitant the reporter was to be intimate. Respecting his boundaries, you chose not to question or push him. Clark was the kindest guy you'd ever met. You didn't want to make him uncomfortable.

It was a bit disappointing each time he pulled away right as it was starting to get hot between you two. You wanted to beg him for more but could never bring yourself to do it. 

What would he think? You were about to find out.

-

You snuggled into Clark’s hold, the two of you seated on the couch watching a movie in his apartment. You held the hand of the arm that was wrapped around you, a small smile on your face.

The movie playing was ‘Roman Holiday’, one of your personal favorites. The scenery was beautiful, the story amazing, and you had a teeny weeny crush on the male lead. 

The movie ended, Clark turned off the tv. You two remained on the couch though.

“So Joe was your first childhood crush?” Clark asked, referring to Gregory Peck’s character.

You nodded. “Yup! You gotta admit, it’s kinda funny how my first childhood crush was a reporter, and now I’m dating a reporter.”

He let out a chuckle. “Who do you like more though?”

“Hmm… I don’t know, that’s a tough question,” You teased.

“Oh? And why’s that?”

“You’re both nice-”

“He was going to exploit her.”

“But he did the right thing and didn’t. Both amazing reporters, and good-looking.” You let out a dramatic sigh. “I can’t decide. You’re both great.”

You looked up at him, giving him a shrug. Clark raised a brow.

“Well, I know something I can give you that he can’t.”

“What?”

Clark leaned in, softly pressing his lips against yours. You smiled into the kiss, placing a hand on his cheek to hold his face close. He nibbled lightly on your bottom lip. Your lips happily parted allowing his tongue entrance. 

Lost in the kiss, you somehow found yourself straddling Clark’s hips. He had one hand wrapped around your waist and the other on your thigh. You still had a hand on his cheek, and your other hand wrapped around his neck, starting to play with the curls of hair on the back of his head.

Both needing air, you pulled away momentarily. You started peppering kisses along his jawline, soon finding your way down to his neck. As you softly bit and sucked little patches of skin, you could slowly feel his body tense up beneath you. His hold on your thigh tightened for a moment. He pulled you closer into his chest.

With the skirt of your dress pushed up so you could sit on his lap, you could easily feel something large begin to harden beneath you. In response, your body grew warm and panties dampen.

His bulge got bigger, pressing firmly against your clothed core. Without thinking, you started grinding your hips against him slowly, still kissing his neck.

“(Y-Y/N),” He panted out.

“Clark,” You moaned softly.

You kept rocking your hips against him, your slow pace slowly growing. You shifted a bit, but it was just enough to start rubbing your clit against his denim-covered erection. Breath now hot, focused on your own pleasure, you stopped kissing Clark. Your face buried into the crook of his neck, letting him clearly hear all the soft noises you were making.

Clark’s grip on your thigh tightened again, but this time it seemed more like a warning. “(Y/N), wait…”

You looked up at him with dilated pupils, cheeks lightly flushed. “Please Clark,” You begged, “I need this. Please.”

Clark mentally cursed, hips bucking up. You let out another moan. He had never heard you make these noises before. So aroused by the scene playing out before him, he could no longer hold back.

Letting go of your thigh, he pulled your lips into another kiss, one far more passionate and needing than he had ever given you. 

Your panties were now fully soaked, a wet patch being created on Clark’s pants.

He pulled away from the kiss for a second only to tell you one word, “Up.”

You lifted your hips without hesitation. He started working on his pants, opening them up in a few seconds and releasing his fully erect member. Without warning, he ripped your panties clean off, causing you to yelp.

You were about to give him a small complaint until you felt his head poking your entrance. He pushed in the tip, you moaned into the kiss. 

Slowly, he started to lower you onto his cock, but the more he pushed in the more you worried he wasn’t going to fit. He was so big. You could feel yourself being spread apart by him, a painful pleasurable feeling. You were trembling.

By how you gripped his hair, he knew you needed a moment to adjust to his size. He tried to give you your time, though when your cunt tightened around him, he let out a groan and pushed in more.

Eventually, he managed to put his full length in you. You bit your lip, holding back the tears threatening to fall out. You felt like he was splitting you in two. In hopes of easing the pain, you moved a hand down to start rubbing your clit. 

The pleasure from that distracted you enough to start moving yourself up and down on him. Clark wrapped his arms around you, helping you move until you began bouncing in his lap.

You stopped rubbing your clit, gripping his shirt with both hands. Your breath was fast, clearly close to your release.

Then, Clark began thrusting up into you, pulling you down with each bounce trying to hit you harder. Your lips were parted, moaning his name.

Hot breaths of pleasure were leaving Clark. His jaw clenching as you tightened around him. He could feel his cock start throbbing inside of you, eager to finally unload in you.

“Ngh! Ah!” You gasped, shuddering around him.

You stopped bouncing momentarily, feeling yourself cum around him, hot juices pouring out.

Clark wasn’t done yet. You wrapped your arms around his neck, panting while you continued to bounce on his dick.

It didn’t take long after feeling you tighten and the release around him for Clark to cum. His hold on you was tight, forcing you still to feel each hot spurt of cum in you.

With a heavy breath, you were finally able to fall into his chest. He brushed some hair out of your face before stroking your hair.

“I hope you don’t think we’re done.”