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Sometimes, you just gotta sit back and draw this a-holeâš
#oh no I GAVE HIM SIX FINGERS?!?!#AUGHHHH PLEASE IGNORE THAT :'))#I both hate him but absolutely love him at the same time lol#Like no#YOU DON'T JUST TRICK GONTA AND GET AWAY WITH IT#I MEAN GONTA!! BEST BOI LIL CINNAMON ROLL#WHO DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG WHATSOEVER#but like hes still funny and antagonistic so I guess he's my favourite hehe#currently finished chapter 5 by da way#AGHHH I LOVE THIS SERIES SO FRICKING MUCH-#kokichi ouma#drv3 kokichi#danganronpa killing harmony#ndrv3#killing harmony#danganronpa#art#rendering is actually pretty fun though#i don't know what possessed me to make this#also I SPENT AN EMBARRASSINGLY LONG TIME ON HIS HAIR AGHH#But I somehow managed to figure it out yass
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borrowing without permission is stealing finny!!
@ordinaryfinn I want my crossbow back.
#no you better share!!#you know cinnamon rolls are my favourite#and donât call me leelee#now Iâm even madder because you donât even know what youâve done#wowww finn wowww#powerless rp#finn powerless#leenaâs battles âïž
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Hiii !!! I hope you're doing great !! I was wondering how do you picture Jungkook in Sleepwalking like for example the hairstyle, the clothes (i mean it's Rated Riot so obviously something rockstar style) but overall his look i'm curious from your pov hihi anyways thank you so much i love Sleepwalking so so so much đ€
hiii that's such a beautiful question đ„ș i think i've emphasised his dark clothing, heavy eye makeup, his wolf cut, tattoos and piercings a lot throughout the story, so that part's probably obvious dhsjfh
but really, i didn't even have to go very far to find inspiration for how i'd imagine he looked if he was in a rock band, because i think he naturally embodies a rockstar aura with some of his looks, and his overall energy? he's a cute dork with a killer stage presence in general, so that helps
but since you asked, i do have a folder of sleepwalking-coded jungkook pictures.......
so these are only some of the pictures that i've used or might use for header images in the actual chapters for the story, but they're almost an exact fit of the way i imagine him to look in the story!!
#ask#anonymous#taexual; sleepwalking#he's that 'looks like he could kill you is actually a cinnamon roll' meme in real life#you know what i mean? sjskfh#i love this question though đ€đ€đ€#any chance to spend an hour scrolling through pictures i have of jungkook :')))#BLESS calvin klein & vogue for those concepts tbh#and okay listen this is essentially a thirst trap response i know#because we're talking physical appearance / rockstar energy right??#and that's all đ„”đ„” and whatever#(so i'm going to sound like an absolute simp next)#but the way he smiles babe!!!! the way he fucking smILES#this tough dude??? looking like the cutest lil thing in the world when he smiles???#đ„Žđ„Ž#that's my favourite part about him in any and every concept
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#I love when my favs do the thing#my goth children#junhan#elder david#xdinary heroes#elders of the creek#if I had a dollar every time my favourite cinnamon roll went goth/edgy Iâd have three dollars#which isnât a lot but itâs delightful that it happened thrice#I'm blorbo-ing you junnie#I don't know which blog this goes onto whatever revealing myself as a kpop enjoyer <3
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Hey lovely, How about Hotch and wife!reader having their first family outing with new baby, a walk in the park or grocery shopping something like that you can pick.
Hope your having a good weekend lovely Xx <3 đŒ
ty for your request ily <3 âyou and Hotch juggle your small family for the first time. fem, 1.2k
âPlease hold my hand?âÂ
Having a baby has activated some intrafamily jealousy, but you donât mind. Youâre cooing at Noah adoringly when Jack interrupts, thrusting his hand in the air, the very beginning of a tantrum lining his eyes and his thin eyebrows pinched like a threat.Â
âBaby, donât you wanna come and sit up here with Noah?â you ask. Thereâs not much room next to the carrier, but Jack's slight.Â
He shakes his head, hand poking your tummy. Grocery shopping with Jack has always been hard, he wants to look at everything, wants to take the list, and doesnât ever wanna sit in the cart, but itâs proving harder today.Â
âAaron, you have to push the cart.âÂ
Heâs been begging you to let him for the last half hour. âItâs gonna tire me out,â he says, nudging you aside by the hip, âbut I think I can handle it for you. You did call me by my first name for once. We reward good behaviour in this family.âÂ
You roll your eyes and take Jackâs little hand. Calling him Aaron now youâve had a baby together should feel natural, but it doesnât. It feels more like a loving nickname than his actual name âover two years of calling him Hotch is hard to ignore.Â
Jack gives you a loving look that makes the fuss worth it. âThis is fun,â he says.Â
âThis is awesome.âÂ
You and Jack got used to doing grocery shopping by yourselves while you were on your maternity leave without his dad. With Hotch now on his own paternity leave to accompany you, it is admittedly easier, and much more fun. You and Jack swing your hands together as Hotch steers the cart and your baby into the cereal aisle, whichâll take hours to get through, no doubt, but it doesnât matter. What else is there to do?Â
You make it Hotchâs job to say no to the boxes that are mostly sugar, and, unfortunately for Jack, get distracted by Noah in his baby carrier where itâs locked into the cart. His eyes reluctant to open, tired, dark lashes threaded together at their corners, his tiny mouth. âAw, look at you, handsome, youâre nearly smiling. You look just like your daddy, he never wants to smile either,â you say, tapping his nose.Â
Your saccharine tone prompts distress. âY/N,â Jack whines, âyou need to help me choose the cereal.â He yanks at your hand.Â
âJack, donât start, bud.âÂ
âDad,â Jack pouts.Â
âNo, itâs okay. Weâre supposed to be sharing everybody now, so Jack gets to share me too. Iâll help you pick some cereal. I donât mind,â you say.Â
You sort of do mind, just a bit. This is Noahâs first time out in the world that wasnât sitting peacefully in the backyard, and you donât want him to be scared. Maybe babyâs canât be scared, you donât know. Itâs nicer to feel close to him in these big moments. But itâs Jackâs first time having a baby brother at the store, too, so youâll have to make it work.Â
âYou donât have to,â Hotch says.Â
âItâs fine, itâs okay.â You bend down to see the cereal selection. âThey have your favourite, Cinnamon Toast Crunch. And your second, Fruity Pebbles. Itâs up to you, itâs your treat.âÂ
Jack gasps and hits a box of Fruity Pebbles, âBarneyâs on the box now!â he says, pointing at the blonde character behind the cereal bowl.Â
You give a soft laugh quickly lost as Jackâs force topples the box. It hits the floor with a light crunch. âOh, whoops. Letâs pick this up,â you say, popping down into a crouch without thinking.Â
âHoneyââ Hotch says, which would surely be followed by a Should you be doing that? if you werenât already flopping onto one knee in pain.Â
Bad idea. Terrible idea. Having a baby tears a mixture of tissue and muscle, and while the fiery pain of labour has since become a bad memory, a spike of trauma erupts between your legs. âOw,â you yelp, eyes welling with unbidden tears.Â
âY/N!â Jack and Hotch say simultaneously.Â
âAre you alright?â Hotch asks, bending at the waist to grab you, never cruel but clearly perturbed as his hands grasp your shoulders. They slip down under your arms. âCome on, can you stand up?â
You blink away tears and force yourself to stand with his help. Heâs quick to pull you close, one hand on your wrist, head ducked to see your face. âAre you okay? What happened?âÂ
You let out a queasy breath. âSomethingâs not done fixing itself,â you joke weakly.Â
âAre you alright?â he asks again, lower.Â
âIâm fine.â Youâd love to sit down. The pain is a thrum like your heartbeat now, hurting but half as intense. âIâm okay. Really, it just shocked me.âÂ
He slips his arm around your neck to encourage you in for a temple kiss.Â
âIâm sorry.âÂ
You wiggle out of Hotchâs hold. Jack stands with a large pout near the fallen box of cereal, his hands twisting together over his tummy. âItâs okay,â you say.Â
âIâm sorry,â he says again, panicked tears slipping down his cheeks. âYou hurt getting it and it was mine, Iâm sorry.â His voice squeezes out of him in guilty pangs.Â
âItâs okay!â you repeat, leaning over with a wince to offer your arms, âItâs really okay, itâs not your fault. Donât be upset, baby, Iâm fine.âÂ
You hoist Jack into your arms as he begins crying in earnest. His crying startles Noah, who starts to whimper, and then sob despite Hotchâs gentle shushing. You look at one another in mild defeat, your hand cupping the back of Jackâs head as he clings to you for reassurance.Â
Noahâs sobbing is like a ringing bell. Jack says heâs sorry into your neck, and itâs such a desperate scene you let a laugh slip out. âAw, baby,â you say, smiling as you press your nose to his cheek, âitâs really okay. It wasnât your fault at all, it was just âcos Iâm out of practice. Iâm just tired.âÂ
âYou fell.âÂ
Noah gurgles behind you. âI know,â Hotch says quietly. âI know. Youâre okay, bud. Jackâs okay. Momâs okay. Shh, shh.âÂ
Itâs obviously not how youâd want your shopping trip to go, but Jackâs crying eventually slows, sapping all of his energy, and so he finally agrees to sit in the cart. The only problem is that he doesnât fit there as well as youâd thought he would. Hotch ends up carrying him the entire time youâre in the store, and Noah doesnât ever settle. Youâre like zombies when you get back to the car, a headache stark between your ears and evident in his pinched brow.Â
âLetâs try again in a few weeks,â Hotch suggests. âI can go by myself. Or we can make somebody else.â Â
You wish you had the energy to kiss his brow, giving a defeated nod as you slouch down into your seat, grateful at least for his hand on your knee. âOkay.âÂ
#aaron hotchner x reader#aaron hotchner x you#aaron hotchner x y/n#aaron hotchner#aaron hotchner fic#aaron hotchner blurb#aaron hotchner drabble#aaron hotchner imagine#aaron hotchner fanfic#aaron hotchner fanfiction#hotch x reader#hotch#hotch x you#hotch blurb#hotch drabble#criminal minds
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edited version can be read on ao3 HERE
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âNeed a hand with that?â
Derek didn't drop the tire he was carrying, but it was a close thing. He'd recognise that voice anywhereâwould know it in a sea of a thousand others.
He slowly turned on his heel to find its owner sat in Derek's favourite tree.
Stiles.
âYou're here,â he breathed, not bothering to hide the mix of shock and relief that coloured his own voice and features.
StilesÊŒ lips twitched. âI'm here,â he confirmed, just in case Derek needed to hear it.
âHey,â Derek said, eloquent as ever.
âHey yourself,â Stiles grinned back.
Shifting his weight on the tree branch, Stiles then pulled himself up to standing. He wiped his hands on the ass of his jeans before proffering one towards Derek.
âI'm MieczysĆaw Stilinski. It's really nice to meet you, dude.â
StilesÊŒcheeks flushed an overwhelmingly pretty shade of pink, and Derek wanted to eat him.
Reaching out to take the hand in one of his own, the pads of his fingertips brushed the familiar Jack rabbit pulse at Stiles's wrist, for just a second, and it was both a calling card and like a huge sigh of relief.
He turned the name around in his mind.
MieczysĆaw. MieczysĆaw Stilinski.
It was unexpected, and very Polish, and Derek sort of adored it.
Looking a little antsy, Stiles said, âIt, uh, means 'sword' in Polish. If you go in for that sort of thing.â He blushed some more and then snorted at himself. âBut yeah, I know it's kinda... ÊŒSÊŒobviously why I go by Stilesâwhich was my Grandfather's nickname too, by the way.â
Derek's heart swelled in his chest.
This was what they could've had if things had gone differently for them.
He cleared his throat, took a deep intake of woodsmoke-laced air into his lungs, then said, âBroderick Seth Rodman Hale, third son of Talia and Seth Hale of the Hale Pack of Beacon Hills county, North California, and I'm very pleased to meet you're acquaintance. Oh, and do not call me dude, by the way.â
âBroderick? Are you shitting me right now?!â Stiles blurted, trying and failing to not laugh.
Derek rolled his eyes and it felt like breathing. âSeriously? I think you'll find you don't have even half a leg to stand on, MieczysĆaw.â
âActually, I have two, Broderick Seth Rodman Hale, and I diligently used the both of them to come out here to Bumfuck nowhere to find you.â
He shot Derek with ridiculous finger guns then blew away imaginary gunpowder smoke, and if it wasn't for the kid's beard it could've easily been thirteen-years ago.
Not a kid anymore.
Stiles looked amazing. A little broader, and a little fuller in the face, and the beard really, really suited him. At once, Derek had the desperate urge to sink his claws into it and paw at the pale skin beneath. He wanted to back Stiles into the bark of the tree and bury his nose in that long, mole-peppered neck he still had dreams about, to breathe in pure unadulterated Stiles.
He swallowed thickly, licking at his dry lips and wishing they were Stilesʌ. Had to force himself to unclench the fist not currently grasping Stiles's hand.
Derek had to try his best to pretend that he wasn't very aware of the fact that they were still very much holding onto each other.
âBroderick means 'brother' in Old Norse, if you go in for that sort of thing,â he offered, borrowing Stiles's banter.
Stiles's smile was easy, albeit tainted with a hint of sadness for that piece of information. He was sort ofâlooser. More relaxed, and definitely less agitated than he used to be. Though he smelled exactly the same as he always had: Of strong coffee and Bath & Body Oak shower gel and wild cinnamon and lemon sherbet dip, and that particular warm smack of something that Derek had always struggled to placeâthe very essence of MieczysĆaw 'Stiles' Stilinski.
The familiar tang zinged over his taste buds like popping candy, and his wolf took up its routinely impatient pacing at his core as if they had seen Stiles only yesterday.
âI'mâuh, I don'tâyou look good, Stiles. Really good.â
This human was the only creature on planet earth that had Derek Hale fumbling his words.
Stiles was smirking his signature smirkâonly there was something new pulling at the curve of that life-ruining mouth of his.
Unerring confidence.
Derek sniffed at the air and licked at his lips again so he could taste that, too.
âYou're look pretty fine yourself there, Sourwolf,â Stiles divulged, mirroring Derek again by licking his own lips. He shamelessly looked Derek up and down and said, âYour edges aren't quite so sharp, and you're little softer ÊŒround the eyes, like maybe you'reâI dunno. Something closer to being happy?â His eyes shone like the full moon in the dark when he told Derek, âAnd, dare I say it, maybe not even all that sour anymore?â
Derek huffed a breath out through his nostrils that was in the proximity of a laugh.
âYeah, maybe.â
âLooks good on you, man. Really good.â
Stiles was borrowing Derek's words, and if he kept saying things like that to Derek while looking at Derek the way that he was, Derek would have to restrain himself from picking the guy up by the scruff of his very nice sweater and kissing the words right out of his mouth.
Then everything sort of stilled, somehow, including the wind, and the birds, and them, as if the whole world had just halted for something incredibly important.
They stood there, just gazing at each other. Like there wasn't anything else they could or would possibly be doing right now.
Ten seconds. Fifteen. Twenty.
It was obvious to even the blades of grass on the ground that they both still felt it.
Slowly, slowly, they caught back up to reality.
Derek took a breath and found his voice again.
âMight've taken a few pointers from a kid I used to know,â he smiled, eyes never leaving StilesÊŒ.
Then he thought in for a penny and admitted, âI hoped you'd come looking for meâand I want you to know that I'm really, really glad that you did.â
Stiles squinted at him through the sun's afternoon rays that broke through the Colorado cloud cover like the heavens had suddenly appeared. In that moment, he reminded Derek of the beautiful golden Aztec Sanvitalia shrub that grew down by the little stream behind his cabin. He wondered briefly if that was the missing base note in Stiles's scent, and felt a little insane with it all.
âWell, I knew I'd find you,â Stiles shrugged, âbecause one: I'm like a dog with a bone, and two: You left a trail of breadcrumbs so fucking vague only a genius like yours truly would be able to follow.â
He then shielded those big brown doe eyes of his from a particularly bright sunbeam with a still-bony hand, and the squinted look on his face was so fond Derek had to sink his canines into his lip to hold in the pitiful whine that threatened to climb up and out of his chest and escape him.
He stepped closer to the tree; closer to the boy who runs with wolves, who was definitely not a boy any longer.
âYou make it sound as if we're in some sort of fairytale, Stiles,â Derek said as he attempted to blink Stiles's beauty from his eyes, knowing it would be a fruitless endeavour.
Finally, Stiles reached out to pull Derek down and into his lap, and Derek went like a force of nature.
He dropped the tire this time.
Stiles smelled like love when he said, âWeren't we always, Der?â right into Derek's mouth.
And Derek knew.
As Stiles leaned in and kissed him softly, and he kissed Stiles softly right back, he knew they both understood that although they had to travel far from Beacon Hills to find it, they had bothâat long lastâmade it home.
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on ao3 HERE if you'd like to leave me a comment <3
i saw the new dob shoot and my brain remembered the hoech one and went ping! this is for @wulfnerd seeing as they came up with the wonderful Broderick as Derek's full first name in the tags of a post of mine who knows how long ago...
unedited, please be forgiving <3
#sterek#happily ever after#sterek fic#stiles stilinski#derek hale#teen wolf#teen wolf fic#fic#fanfic#fanfiction#queer fic#queer writer#tcats writes#teencopandthesourwolf
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Hi sweetheartđ«¶đ»đ€
I was wondering if you could do a Hugh Jackman x kind! fem reader, where he's having a tiring day and comes back home. You've cooked him a nice dinner and made pumpkin spiced cinnamon rolls for desertđ«¶đ»He appreciates the settlement and wants to give something back, but it was his night.
I love your fics bbg <3
A warm fall night
Hugh jackman x fem!reader
Warnings: smut/fluff, minors dni!
P in v (wrap it up guys), creampie, oral m!receiving, couch sex , slight mention of alcohol (not too much), reader has hair lmk if I forgot somethingđđŒ
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A/n: hi bb! Thank you sm for always supporting me! đ«¶đ» sorry it took so long, but I hope u like thisđ
The door to your home creaked open softly, and you heard the familiar shuffle of shoes against the doormat as Hugh stepped inside. The late evening sun cast an orange glow through the windows, but the air carried the first crisp hints of autumn. You glanced up from the kitchen counter, already knowing by the way he moved that it had been a long day. His shoulders were hunched with exhaustion, and the usual spark in his eyes had dimmed.
âHey,â you greeted warmly, putting down the dish towel and walking over to him. âYouâre home.â
Hugh turned toward you, his smile small but genuine. âYeah. Finally,â he said, his deep voice gravelly with fatigue. He placed his bag by the door and kicked off his shoes, letting out a heavy breath. He looked so worn down, and all you wanted was to make sure he left his troubles at the door tonight.
âYou look tired honeyâ you observed softly, reaching up to smooth your hand across his arm in a comforting gesture.
âLong day. I feel like Iâve been running on fumes,â he admitted, leaning into your touch. âBut itâs better now.â His eyes found yours, full of gratitude already.
âWell, I thought you might need something nice to come home to,â you said, guiding him toward the kitchen table. âSit down and relax. I made your favourite." He sat down and looked up at you,"you are my favourite"
Hugh looked at the food and raised a brow, and a slight smile tugged at the corner of his lips despite his tiredness. âYou didnât have to go to all this trouble.â
âOf course I did,â you replied with a soft laugh. âYouâve been working so hard lately, I wanted to make sure you could unwind tonight.â
The table was set simply but beautifully, with candles flickering in the center and a hearty meal waiting for him. Grilled chicken, roasted vegetables, and buttery mashed potatoes, comfort food at its finest. You placed a glass of red wine in front of him, watching as he took it all in. He looked touched, almost overwhelmed for a moment.
âThis looks incredible,â he murmured, eyes flicking back to you. âI canât tell you how much I needed this.â
âYou donât have to,â you said, smiling as you sat down across from him. âJust enjoy it.â
As Hugh dug into the meal, you could see the tension start to leave his body. Each bite seemed to relax him a little more, and you felt a sense of satisfaction just watching him unwind. It was rare for him to take a moment for himself; he was always giving so much to everyone else, always on the go. Tonight, though, you were determined to make sure he felt appreciated.
After a while, you cleared the plates and returned to the kitchen, a playful grin on your face. âI hope you saved some room,â you called over your shoulder.
âFor what?â Hugh asked, leaning back in his chair, his interest piqued.
You turned around, holding a tray of pumpkin spiced cinnamon rolls, the golden-brown swirls drizzled with a light glaze, still warm from the oven. The sweet scent of cinnamon and nutmeg filled the air, instantly making the room feel cozier.
His eyes widened as you set the tray down on the table. âYou made these? Youâve been busy.â
âJust wanted to make sure dessert was special too,â you said, sliding one of the rolls onto a plate and handing it to him. âPumpkin spice is perfect this time of year, donât you think?â
Hugh chuckled, taking a bite and closing his eyes in pure enjoyment. âYouâre spoiling me tonight,â he said, his voice filled with warmth. âThese are amazing.â
You sat down next to him, watching him enjoy the dessert, your heart swelling with affection. There was something so satisfying about knowing youâd given him a bit of comfort after such a hard day.
Hugh took your hand across the table, his fingers gently tracing patterns on the back of your palm. âI donât know how you do it,â he said softly. âYou always seem to know exactly what I need.â
âThatâs what Iâm here for,â you replied, smiling as you squeezed his hand. âTonightâs all about you. You give so much of yourself to everyone, I just wanted to make sure you get a little something back.â
He was quiet for a moment, his thumb brushing gently against your skin as he looked at you with a deep sense of appreciation. âYou donât know how much that means to me. Iâm so lucky to have you.â
You could see it in his eyes, the weariness fading, replaced by something softer, more relaxed. He had needed thisâa night to feel cared for, a night where he didnât have to be âonâ or worry about anyone else.
After dessert, you led him over to the couch, the soft glow of the candles still flickering in the background as you settled down beside him. He stretched out, pulling you into his arms, and you both melted into the cushions, the warmth of the evening wrapping around you.
âThis,â Hugh said quietly, his arm draped over your shoulders as you leaned into him, âis perfect. I feel like I havenât had a chance to just... be in a while.â
You nestled closer, your head resting on his chest as you listened to the steady beat of his heart. âYou deserve it. No need to do anything tonight. Just relax.â
Hugh chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. âI know itâs supposed to be my night, but I canât help it. I want to give something back.â
You tilted your head up to look at him, smiling. âYou being here is more than enough.â
But he wasnât having it. Gently, he shifted, pulling you on his lap and his lips found yours in a soft, lingering kiss. When he pulled back, his voice was low and sincere. âYou make everything better, you know that?â
You shifted slightly in his lap, feeling the warmth of his body beneath yours. As you moved, you could feel him growing beneath you, the subtle shift in his breath giving him away. His hands instinctively tightened around your waist, pulling you closer as you began to gently grind against him, your movements slow and deliberate.
A soft groan escaped his lips, his head falling back as he gave in to the sensation, eyes fluttering closed. The way he responded to you, completely immersed, sent a thrill through your body. You reveled in the control you held, the connection building between you.
But just as the heat began to build, you slowly pulled away, rising from his lap with a teasing smile playing at the corners of your lips. His eyes opened, clouded with desire as he watched your every move. Without breaking the gaze, you reached down, undoing the button of his pants, your fingers deft and patient.
You freed him gently, your touch light and careful, feeling the weight of the moment between you. You knelt before him, your lips finding his dick.
Each sound he made, each quiet groan or sharp intake of breathâspurred you on, filling the room with a charged energy. His hand flew to your hair, his fingers tangled in the strands as he guided you with barely perceptible movements, letting you set the pace. Every motion was filled with deliberate care, a mixture of affection and desire growing stronger between you.
You could feel the tension in his body mounting, the way his muscles tensed beneath your touch. His breathing became heavier, ragged with anticipation, and you knew he was close. His hips bucked slightly, and the warmth of his body against you sent a wave of satisfaction coursing through you. You could sense him nearing the edge, so you quickened your pace, eager to give him everything he wanted.
But then, just as his breathing hitched and his grip in your hair tightened, he suddenly stopped you. His hand slid from your hair to your chin, gently lifting your face to meet his gaze. The intensity in his eyes made your heart race, your breath catching as you realized how close he was. A soft whine escaped your lips, the loss of contact leaving you yearning for more, but his gaze, dark and full of desire, held you in place.
âNot yet,â he murmured, his voice low and husky, thick with need. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, making you shiver in anticipation. âI want you to ride me, babygirl.â
The way he said it, so calm yet commanding, sent a thrill through you. You bit your lip, a flush of heat rising in your chest as your mind raced. Without a word, you nodded and took your pants off, a smile playing on your lips as you shifted your weight and moved to straddle him. His hands immediately found your waist, guiding you into position, his fingers digging into your skin in a way that made your pulse quicken.
Slowly, you lowered yourself onto him, the feeling of him beneath you igniting every nerve in your body. His low groan vibrated through the air, and you felt his grip tighten as you sank down fully, taking him in. For a moment, you stayed still, letting the intensity of the connection settle between you both. The room was filled with quiet breaths and the electric hum of anticipation, each of you lost in the feeling of the other.
His hands slid from your waist up your sides, fingers grazing your skin as he urged you to move. You began to roll your hips, slowly at first, finding a rhythm that matched the deep, unspoken connection between you. His head fell back against the couch, his eyes closing as he let out a soft, guttural moan. The way he reacted to your every movement, the way his body responded so naturally to yours, only encouraged you to go further.
As you moved, your hands found his chest, your fingers tracing the lines of his muscles beneath his shirt. The friction, the closenessâit all felt so perfect, like the two of you were made for this moment. His hands never left your body, guiding you, lifting you, as you moved together in sync. His breath was ragged now, his voice low and strained as he whispered your name, filling the space between groans of pleasure.
The pace quickened, and the tension between you built with every movement, each of you caught in a loop of need and desire. His hands gripped your waist tighter, pulling you closer, urging you on. Your bodies moved in perfect unison, your breath mingling with his, the closeness of it all making your heart race.
Your pace quickened even more as you felt him tense beneath you, his grip on you becoming almost desperate. His groans grew louder, and you knew he was close againâthis time, you werenât going to stop. You leaned forward, pressing your forehead against his, your lips barely brushing his as you whispered, âIâ love you.â
With that, everything between you seemed to reach its peak. His body responded to yours in perfect rhythm, and together you chased your realease, both completely enveloped in the heat of each other. "I love you to sweetheart. So much.."he moaned as he came into you.
The rest of the night was spent in quiet bliss, the two of you wrapped in each otherâs presence. Hughâs exhaustion slowly faded as the night wore on, replaced by a calm contentment. For once, he wasnât thinking about work or responsibilities, just you, and the warmth of the home you had created together.
As you both drifted off into sleep, tangled in each otherâs arms, you couldnât help but feel that tonight had been exactly what he needed. A reminder that no matter how hard the world was on him, there was always a place for him to rest, always a place where he was cherished. And that place was with you.
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âż soft and gentle abby who knows you get home a little later than she does, so she never hesitates to stop by your favorite flower shop, look around the different flowers, wishing just to buy you all of them, but almost knows that you would probably complain about there being no space for such beautiful plants, still she backtracks, spots the pretty roses on the far right instantly and thatâs what she quickly picks up, kindly asks to be wrapped up and decorated neatly for her girl. her next stop is your favorite pastry place, you could never go wrong with those, she knows how much you adore them, which is why she subtly grumbles under her breath when she notices the cinnamon rolls that you love so much have sold out. they were the best seller, and now she was fighting with herself on what to get you next. always going with the next best thing after many arguments with herself, those apple pies with the small pastry heart on the top. youâll love them, she thinks to herself once sheâs paid for everything and walks out.Â
âż soft and gentle abby who spends a full hour setting up the dining table, with all your favorite fine china, new cutlery that you splashed out on randomly out of nowhere, makes sure to have your most loved wine glasses, and wine on standby. finally after minutes that felt like hours, a deep breath when she hears the door unlocking from the kitchen. the sound of you dropping your bag and shoes on the floor, then the long drawn-out sigh that exhales from your lips had her lips curving up into a smile because youâre seconds away from doing what you always do. her body relaxes subtly and suddenly when you appear out of nowhere, you usually take a minute for yourself and get into something comfortable, but you donât, you reach her and press your chest against her back, and slump against her. cheek squished against into her shirt. âmissed youâ was all you mumble, enjoying the peace and safety she brought.
âmissed you more,â abby chuckled, placing a hand on the one you had around her stomach, and patted lightly. âgot you your favouritesâ
âhm?â
âthey ran out of cinnamon rolls, but i got you those apple pies you like. with some of your favourite flowers, theyâre in the living room. along with a bath that is waiting, rose petals and a lot of bubble bath, because you know, you are such a spoiled bratâ abby muses, biting on her bottom lip when you slapped her chest playfully. âmâkidding baby, but go and take a bath. dinner wonât be ready for another hour. you deserve to relaxâ
her words had you melting against her, burying your face into her back as you tried to hide your shyness towards her words. âthank you, absâ you mustered out, finally squeezing her body gently. âyou didnât have to, but i appreciate it, i love youâ
âiâd do anything for you, now go and relax. iâll be in if you need anything or need my help.â she smiled, carefully stirring the sauce in the pot before turning her head slightly and kissing your temple softly. âi love you more, by the way. always moreâ
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poison: l.hamilton.
pairing: lewis hamilton x black!girlfriend reader
tags: 18+, mdni, usage of drugs (weed), nudity, making out, explicit sexual language, no actual smut. no plot - just a scenario. NOT EDITED
summary: sometimes the best way to relax is to share a bath with your lady and smoke on some sativa.
notes: Iâm not quite back yet - but this scenario was sitting so heavy in my mind. I also needed to give you guys something as I get my shit together. Please like, comment and reblog I love you đ©·
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Baby đ©”: Hi Princess, my flight just landed. Hope youâre still at my place. I really need you right now.
You: Hi baby, of course. I canât wait to see you đ.
His assistant had already sent you the time that his flight was going to arrive at Heathrow so you were already awake, getting everything ready for him. Starting off, you make him a full brunch bowl of ackee with tomato, garlic mushrooms, cinnamon coated plantain with charred corn and toasted sourdough. Your passion had always been cooking but since your relationship with Lewis began, you spent more time working on vegan based food that the both of you can enjoy.
As his plate is in the warmer, you freshen up and get the bath salts and rose petals ready. Considering that it was only 3:43pm, you decide that it was a justifiable time to get your stash box out. Blue Dream was already in your grinder and after the weekend, Lewis had - this was something that he was going to need. You roll two joints and place them back on your rolling tray.
Once everything is prepared, you walk back to the living room and just as you sit down, you hear the chiming of the security system.
âPrincess!â You hear Lewis call out for you. You hop up from the couch and run towards the foyer. Seeing your face causes a tired smile to spread across his lips and he opens his arms. You jump into them and wrap your legs around his waist.
âHi my baby.â You whisper against his cheeks as you place kisses all over his face repeatedly causing him to chuckle as he tightens his arms around you.
âHi.â He mumble back as you finally capture his mouth. âMmm.â He hums as your lips move passionately against each other. You giggle into the kiss as his hands move to your ass and cup the flesh into his palms.
âI missed you.â Lewis sighs as he pulls away.
âI missed you too.â You reply as you get down from his waist and bring your hands to his face and you begin caressing his cheeks. He curls into your touch which causes your heart to melt. âLetâs get you settled in.â You tell him.
As he was eating, you wall back to the bathroom and prepare the tub and you turn on the jets to keep the water warm. Once everything is ready, you call for Lewis to come to the bathroom.
âCan you get naked for me?â You instruct. Lewis smiles at you as he begins to strip from his travelling clothes. Before the soak in, the both of you take a shower where you are washing him. This is the best part of your day. You love taking care of Lewis.
Getting to do this for him is one of your favourite ways to show Lewis how much you love him. With you, he just gets to let you take care of him.
Then you got into the bathtub, with a few candles lit and music playing in the background. Youâre sitting on his lap with your thighs on each side as you bring the joint to your lips and spark it alight. You can feel his eyes on you and it warms your body far more than the water.
âYou know I shouldnât be smoking that.â Lewis muses as you take in your first inhale. You exhale the smoke over his face and you smile as he blinks through it.
âYour next race is in over a week. Youâll be fine.â You reply as you bring the joint to his lips. He takes a couple of puffs, inhaling the smoke and letting it settle in his chest before he exhales. You places the joint down and wraps your arms around his neck.
âYour presence is so calming.â Lewis compliments.
âMe or the sativa?â You ask with a quirked eyebrow.
âBoth.â Lewis chuckles. He wasnât much of smoker anymore so he is feeling the effects of the weed a lot faster than you are. Youâre already halfway through the first joint thus seeing his reaction to it is a little hilarious.
As you speak, Lewis lays kisses on your chest and caresses the skin of your back.
âHow have you been baby? Talk to me.â You say as your thumbs lightly brush the back of his neck.
âSince the announcement, I feel like thereâs been this bad energy hanging above my head.â Lewis confesses which causes you to pout.
âAwe baby.â
âIâve always been the one to pick everyoneâs spirits up at the factory. But for the past couple of years, I feel like no-one is really having my back.â
âI know theyâve been with you for close to thirty years now but with them, you know that the only loyalty theyâll know is to the check that pays them.â You explain. âBut at the end of the day, you made the best business decision for you. Donât let anyone on that team make you feel bad about that when they chose what they think is the best for them.â
âYou really think I made the best decision?â He asks you as he licks his lips, looking up at you.
âWeâre not even halfway through the season, alongside me, there are millions of your fans who would agree with me that you indeed make a good business move.â You lean forward and place a soft kiss on his jawline. â2025 is going to come and youâre going to show them why they fumbled the baddest bitch to ever do it.â Your last statement causes Lewis to laugh.
âThe baddest bitch huh.â He raises his eyebrow as watches you take a hit from the second joint. You shift your body so that you press your back against his chest and he takes the joint away from you and takes a puff.
âYouâre right though. I canât keep feeling guilty about the carâs poor performance and taking it onto my shoulders when they barely do that for me.â
You hum in agreement as you stroke his arm, drawing patterns nonchalantly over his tattooed skin. âYouâre bigger than the sport. When you leave, theyâre going to be nothing without you.â
âI love the way you gas me up.â He chuckled as he leans down and places kisses along the length of your shoulder.
âNot only are you the undisputed goat of the sport, youâre my man. Itâs a part of my duty to make sure that you never forget that.â
Lewis continues to place kisses on your neck and shoulder with his arms wrapping around your front. You sit there in silence for a while as you share the joint, just holding each other and enjoying the music in the background.
âYou got any projects coming up?â He asks you. That was the end of the previous conversation, which is fine with you. Recently, youâve began to hate speaking about Formula One. It has become draining for the both of you - which is telling because, youâre Lewisâs girlfriend, witnessing everything from the sidelines. You couldnât possibly imagine what it feels for Lewis to be living in it.
âIâve been curating some pieces for some people to add onto my blog. Iâm helping to style Megan in a few days so Iâm really excited about that. Oh! And the readers really love when I upload the pieces Iâve done for you.â
âYou should just be my full time stylist at this point.â He states as he passes you the joint.
âHell no.â You immediately answer. âI love you and I love styling you but you take a lot of work - youâre a perfectionist and thatâs annoying especially when I know what works for you and what the girls want but you argue with me.â Rolling your eyes at the end, a move that causes Lewis to laugh.
âI know what I like.â He shrugs his shoulders.
âAnd I know what you need. Fashion is more than putting a good two piece on.â
âOkay, okay.â He relents as his quiet laughs vibrate through you.
âWould you even pay me?â
âI would pay you and then some. Even give you some special favours.â
âOh? What kind of special favours?â You enquire even though you know what type of favours they would be. Lewis turns you back to face him. You position your legs on each side of his waist. You could feel his soft cock against your inner thigh but you werenât going to turn your attention to that. Youâre more focused on how faded he looks, how faded the both of you are.
His eyes are sitting low, his beautiful lashes nearly touching his cheeks with a slow smile playing on his lips as his hands go under the water and settle on your ass.
âYouâd get to be with me more.â He begins but you interject.
âIâm practically with you all the time as it stands.â
âYeah.â Lewis mumbles before tucking his head into your neck and nibbling on your skin. âIâd get to touch you, youâd get to touch me. Whenever and wherever.â
You bite on your lip and then you begin to feel his fingers curling and gripping into the flesh of your ass to pull you closer.
âOh, I like the sound of that.â You take the joint from the rolling tray to take a big puff and then grab him by the jaw before exhaling the smoke into his mouth and put the joint back down. Lewis lets out a light grumble as your hand curls around the back of his neck and you pull him forward to meet his lips.
You moan into his mouth as his tongue swirls around yours as you continue making out. Lewisâs hand travels up the length of your back, putting pressure on you so that your chest is pressing against his. You nibble on his bottom lip, pulling it into your mouth as your manicured nails dig into his shoulders.
Lewis moves his head so that your lips donât part any further and one of his hands grips one side of your head, keeping you in place as he makes love to your mouth. You sigh softly as rushes of pleasure shoot up and down your spine before settling in your abdomen.
You love the way he kisses you. It completely consumes you every time. The way his mouth moulded against yours, his tongue entangling with yours, his fingers exploring your body like it was the first time.
Itching to be closer to him, in an act of frenzy - you grind your hips forward. His dick begins to harden beneath your thighs but youâre too enthralled with the way heâs kissing you. It sends shivers down your spine. Lewisâs jerk upwards when you roll your hips again which causes you to giggle and finally pull away from the kiss.
âI think this bath has done what it needed to do. I need you in bed. Now.â His voice is low and full of arousal and your thighs clench at how deep his voice has gotten. He slaps the side of your breast which causes you to squeal.
You jump out of the water and reach for the drying towels.
âDrop those towels Princess. Youâre not going to need it for what weâre about to do.â
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spice & honey
bucky x baker!reader
summary: cinnamon buns and wickedly strong coffee must be the only reasons James Buchanan Barnes visits your bakery daily, despite the inconvenience of driving to a small town on the outskirts of Upstate New York. right?
warnings: first dates and crushes (absolutely classified as warnings), mead consumption, a curse word or two, soft!bucky
word count: 4,565
author's note: i've been watching Gilmore Girls a little too much lately (hence the little easter egg). on another note, autumn is my favourite season, so prepared to be sick of James attending harvest festivals and drinking apple cider đđ„§đ
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September 21st marks the official arrival of Autumn. Though the weather has been rather cheerful lately, todayâs air is much crisper and heavier with the promise of looming rain. The streets of Eldermont remain far too green to your dismay, but Spice & Honeyâthe bakery youâve owned for the past five yearsâis rich in shades of marigold and copper. A wide assortment of mugs, mostly in various shapes of pumpkins, and spiced teas, line the shelves, while the fresh jars of apple butter are neatly stacked alongside the register. Besides the usual treats, the glass display teems with seasonal favourite pumpkin tarts and apple cider donuts.Â
The everlasting chatter of customers and soft sounds of a vintage record you scored at a neighbourâs garage sale just last month saturate the space as you place the second batch of cinnamon rolls on the counter. The clock reads 10:57 AM, and though youâve been attempting to conceal your excitement, Vivienne could sense it the second you stepped through the door, teasing you about the very special visitor whoâs always in need of sugary buns and black coffee at exactly five past eleven.Â
James Buchanan Barnes is a regular customer, you often argue. The nervous babble, flustered movements, and beaming smiles convey otherwise. And so yes, you might have a little bit of a schoolgirl crush on the freakishly tall, muscular brunette who brings in the latest editions of The Culinary Canvas magazine each Monday and notices the smallest of changes in your recipes. Just maybe, you reluctantly ponder when your thoughts inadvertently wander to that charming grin and baby blue eyes every time you knead the dough for his adored treat â a dessert once reserved for Autumn suddenly available year around.Â
âStaring at the entrance wonât make time pass quicker,â Vivienne whispers, arranging butterscotch cupcakes by the pumpkin tarts.Â
âI donât know what youâre talking about,â you whisper back, covering the pans with aluminum foil.Â
Perhaps hiding the pastries, a favourite amongst Spice & Honey shoppers, is not the best business decision, but Eldermont is merely a small town in Upstate New York. If it wasnât located a thirty minute drive south of the Avengers compound, most people wouldnât be aware of its presence in the first place. And besides, everybody in Eldermont is connected to everybody â the town holds no secrets, including the pastries you keep warm and frost fresh.Â
âThe tall, dark, and handsome man,â she points out, âstill has a few minutes. Perchance the preparations of Eldermontâs Annual Harvest Festival made it trickier to find parking.â Vivienne turns to you with a mirthful grin, the cupcakes resting perfectly positioned in the glass case. âYou should invite him. Heard Brad brewed an incredible batch of apple cider mead this year.â
You sigh, snatching the golden tray out of her grasp. âIâm not asking Bucky out.âÂ
âAh! Bucky!â The womanâs grin widens. âForgot his name for a second.â Shades of mischief dance in her tone as she marks Elijahâs, the eccentric owner of Marigold Meadows flower shop across the street, special order of fifty maple bacon BLTs as completed.Â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?âÂ
âOnly that you mention Bucky at least seven times a day.âÂ
âSevenâs oddly specific,â you note and swiftly, âalso I do not,â disagree.
âBucky smelled great today,â Vivienne mocks your voice, the grin youâve come to loveâand hateâremaining on her features. âShould I add apple to the cinnamon rolls? I wonder if Bucky would enjoy apple cinnamon rolls with brown butter and maple icing unless heâs a creature of habit. Maybe I should suggest a sprinkle of nutmeg in his coffee to test the waters firstââ
âVivienne,â you groan, yet she persists.
âWhatâs the worst that could happen? Bucky could say no. Bucky could also choose The Sugared Whisk. Bucky wouldnât. I adore their croissants, but the coffee is terribly weak, and even their tea selection is mediocre. Indigo should include spiced teas. And sure, Luke's doesn't offer spiced teas, but Lukeâs sells great coffee and danishes, except the danishes are only available on Wednesdays.â She recites a recent monologue of yours, and if you werenât mortified, youâd actually be quite surprised at Vivienneâs ability to remember conversations as if they happened minutes ago.Â
The doorbell chimes before she has the chance to finish, and youâre highly unsure of whether itâs a saved by the bell kind of situation or if youâd rather the floor magically swallow you whole.Â
âGood morning.â James smiles, and itâs then that you decide youâd rather the floor split open because youâre awfully flustered by his entrance despite secretly anticipating the moment since the sun arose.Â
âHiya, Bucky,â she returns the favour, secretly nudging your side. âHave you ever been to the annual Eldermontâs Harvest Festival?âÂ
âCannot say I have,â he chuckles, breaking eye contact between the two for just a second to glance at her.Â
Though youâd never admit it aloud, those eyes, baby blue on sunny days and resembling the ocean on the ones of rain, cross your mind more than a pair of eyes should. This infatuation borders on obsessive, you often contemplate. James Buchanan Barnes is an Avenger for heavenâs sake, and youâre almost sure a man of his maturity and composure wouldnât agree to a date with a baker, a clutz one at that. Itâs not that youâd want to, nevertheless. The two of you have a great thing together â you serve coffee, he survives on coffee, and if time allows, the lighthearted conversations you have bring colours to otherwise monotone days.Â
âThe decorations, the food, the people are phenomenal.â You might have to assign the redhead to kneading duty if sheâs heading to that territory. âThis beauty right here could take you on a real good tour. Eldermont is gorgeous this time of year.â Enjoy kneading bread, Vivi.Â
âIs it?â James grins, his stare flicking between you and Vivienne.
âDrop dead,â she reiterates, âmuch like the women.âÂ
âVivienne,â you suddenly cut in, âthe coffee station is out of paper cups. Could you bring some from the back?âÂ
She gives you another grin, less mischievous and more understanding, nodding at Bucky before she disappears into the kitchen. The heavy wooden doors create a boisterous sound once they close, and you couldnât be happier for a distraction because you cannot look at the brunette just yet. The bakery is sweltering, and your hands are sweaty, and, if it wasnât evident youâve been nurturing a crush on James, Vivienne practically plastered a HEAD BAKER IN LOVE WITH SERGEANT BARNES sign out front.Â
âThe stationâs out of cups?â
âYes!â You glimpse behind the shoulder, deciding to keep the lie alive. âSpice & Honey gets busy during the afternoons, and we run out quickly.â The words leave your mouth rushed and a bit muttered, but the effort is there. âBlack coffee and a cinnamon bun?â
âItâs a habit,â his smile is as charming as always. James hesitates for a beat, observing you locate the plastic to-go containers. âThe festival Vivienne touched on, have you ever been?â
The atmosphere stills for an awkward second as you gawk at him. âOh, sure,â you answer at last, praying her babbling wasnât too obvious because you couldnât fathom Bucky choosing The Sugared Whisk. âEvery year since I was four. The festivalâs great. Brad brews the best mead, and Johnny, the mayor, is comically strict about the decorations, so itâs all pumpkins, and string lights, and festive garlands,â you mumble, scrambling for the pan and cream cheese frosting. âIâve even heard whispers of fireworks this year. Itâs next Saturday if you want to drop by. Cassie bakes the best apple pies.âÂ
âBetter than yours?â
âI donât serve apple pies,â averting your eyes to study the grinder seems like the best decision to avoid his piercing gaze.Â
âIâm sure theyâd be the best if you did.â Bucky beams, leaning against the counter as he observes you make coffee.Â
âThank you,â the expression of gratitude melts into somewhat of a question despite your best attempts at keeping your voice level, âbut the pies I bake often turn out horribly wrong. The apples were overcooked, and the dough raw last time I tried.âÂ
âHow undercooked?âÂ
âThe trash can enjoyed most of it.â
James laughs at that, the sound of it hearty and endearing. âIâm sure it found the pie delicious.â If heâs flirting with you, you canât tell, and you donât exactly want to, for expectations are the foolâs hope. âIf youâre not terribly busy during the festival,â he speaks after a protracted moment of doubt, âIâd love to take you up on that tour Vivienne mentioned.â
âTour?â The man in front of you must almost all but hear your heart pounding rapidly inside your chest.
âThe tour of mead, pies, and decorations.âÂ
âOh?â You tinker with a couple napkins, peering at him. âIâm not sure I could give you a real good tour, Iâm barely a guide, believe me. I got lost in that new Target on Cedar Lane, and I cannot understand maps, andââ
âIâm asking you out on a date.â Bucky chuckles at your flustered visage, baby blues never once breaking the eye contact.Â
âShit,â the curse word leaves your mouth before you can stop it, and you silently reprimand yourself for the rash impulse of colourful words. âAlright.âÂ
The sergeant titters at your sudden reaction, a shy smile dancing on his lips. âWe donât have to do this if youâre uncomfortable. I just thought we might have something between us, chemistry of sorts, and that it mightâve been fun,â he briefly pauses, eyes wild and roaming around your face. âItâs just that Vivienne mentioned Eldermont being gorgeous in the fall, and it got me thinking that Iâve never truly experienced it, because the only thing I visit in this town is your bakery, not that itâs the only place worth visitingââ
âBuckyââ
âThere are many stores I should probably check out, and Samuelâs birthday is in a couple of days, which is convenient. I wouldnât describe Sam and I as the best of pals, but Steve likes him, so I should probably get him a gift.âÂ
âWhoâs Samuel?â You ask puzzled, but the flustered soldier standing before you continues to ramble.
âSomething small to indicate I remembered but not necessarily care. Something that screams Iâm not a total jerk, but you are for reminding the whole compound that your birthdayâs on the twenty third. A wooden statue of a bird. Sam likes birds, particularly Redwing, though Redwingâs not technically a bird. A wooden bird statue would certainly insult him, so itâs settled â the plan is to visit Artists & Wood on Land.âÂ
âThe shopâs name is Woodland Artistry,â you correct with a gentle smile.Â
âRight!â James clicks his tongue, studying your softly amused features. âWe should probably forget this conversation happened. It was a stupid idea tooââ
âYes,â you interject. âI mean no.â Surely, this scenario is a strange dream that wicked mind of yours created to punish you for the sins you assumably committed in every single one of your previous lives. Itâs the only possible explanation for the sergeantâs flustered behaviour. âI would absolutely love to go on a date,â you say and pinch the flesh of your thigh for reassurance, but the scene remains as it was, âwith you.â
Gently placing a twenty on the counter, James gleams at you. âIâve never actually given you my number, have I?âÂ
"No," you shake your head to indicate disagreement, pinching the flesh of your thighs once more. âOnly the pleasure of our little chats,â the response makes you wince. The pleasure of our little chats? Somethingâs definitely wrong with me.
Chuckling, James grasps one of the pens you keep by the cash register and scribbles down a series of numbers on his receipt. "If I don't reply, Steve must be holding me hostage.â
"Duly noted," you grin, folding the piece of paper to tuck it into the back pocket of your denim shorts.
He stands there for a second as if absorbing the situation. âGood. Itâs a date, then.â he smiles in the end, taking the coffee and the plastic box, and peeks at you behind his shoulder. âAnd keep the change, please. These treats of yours are more than worth it.â
A timid smile spreads across your lips at the compliment before you sink your teeth into the soft of your bottom lip, observing the soldier scramble out of the bakery, the phone in his flannel jacket ringing for attention.
âNext time,â the redhead appears beside you once James disappears out of sight with a final wave goodbye, âyou should give the man coffee and buns on the house," Vivienne nudges you, "both of them."Â
A surge of warmth rushes to your cheeks at her innuendo. âItâs great you suddenly possessed the ability to teleport and all, but the dough back there wonât knead itself.âÂ
âNo,â she gasps, and you only laugh at her realisation, turning to help the next customer.Â
Itâs a date.
The evening of Eldermontâs harvest festival is pleasant, neither too blazing nor cold, but despite the temperature and the appropriate sundress youâve chosen for it, youâre on the verge of fainting. I cannot faint on our first date, you think and decide itâs the man next to youâs fault, really. The smell of his cologne is too addicting, the hints of pine and cinnamon in his aftershave too intoxicating. James is a gentleman, which you expected and appreciate, but itâs overwhelming, the way he holds your hand to lead you through crowds and attentively listens to your overdrawn stories about the origins of pumpkin carving. Heavens help me.
âHave you checked out the corn maze yet?â Brad asks cheerfully. Heâs surrounded by large beverage urns and stacks of disposable drinkware. âMary mentioned Elijahâs still in there,â he chuckles, pouring two paper cups full of steaming apple cider mead. âThe fool mustâve gotten lost or something.âÂ
âMustâve,â you glance at him, the corner of your mouth quirking up into a half smile. âHappens every year.â
âThe two of you should go,â Brad speaks once again before smiling at Bucky. âItâs a great first date activity.â
James chuckles, and you wonder if he regrets asking you on a date. The small town you call home is ludicrously close, and if Vivienne didnât spill the beans to Mary as she promised, Mary mustâve spread the ârumoursâ around herself. The townâs beloved bookshop owner is an incredible woman, but she loves to gossip, and you shouldâve expected the second person after Vivienne to consistently insert themselves into your dating life to jump to conclusions. Though the situation isnât precisely comfortable for you, it must be worse for James. Whilst he has never outright mentioned, the soldier has important reasons to stay under the radar. Bucky has witnessed a lot, horrors youâve even heard about on the TV, and currently, every resident of Eldermont is aware that James Buchanan Barnes is on a date. With a local baker, nonetheless. Participating in acorn tossing and harvest bingo and conversing with Brad Monty about all kinds of sneaky activities couples get up to in the corn maze. You're certain that James is bound to vanish without a trace due to the town's antics if your diffident and often rather awkward behavior hasn't already scared him away. The anxious parts of your brain have even compiled a mental list of today's disasters:Â
Johnny wiped his sweaty hands on Buckyâs jacket, realising the blunder only to mumble âI love this jacket, Sergeant Barnesâ, and pretending he wanted to initiate a hug before he disappeared.
Cassie offered you a sample of pecan pie, which you eagerly tasted due to Buckyâs âIf I had to choose the second best pie after apple, it would be pecanâ comment, and completely choked on.Â
Vivienne located you in the farmerâs market to say âhelloâ, and persuaded James to purchase a pair of beaded bracelets, the two of you had ridiculed moments earlier, for âevery first date needs a souvenir to remember it byâ.Â
James guided you to Maryâs bookstore because you conferred a series of rare hardbacks Mary hides in the back for special customers, and the older woman steered you towards a selection of intimacy guides.Â
Indigo, The Sugared Whisk owner, pleaded with James for Captain Americaâs number in the middle of a busy intersection and discussed his âtimeless looksâ for the next couple of minutes until a car almost struck the three of you.Â
Elijah phoned you in distress, panicking about âhaving to live out his best years in a smelly corn mazeâ, which disturbed the sergeant and resulted in an âElijah will find the exit eventuallyâ monologue on your side.Â
You accepted to take a photo of a tourist couple, accidentally dropping the wifeâs phone and shattering the screen because James stood so close, your hands wouldnât stop shaking.Â
âThanks, Brad,â you fumble with your wallet, hastily placing a ten on the stand. âSee you around.â
âDoll,â Bucky doesnât move once you attempt to remove him from the nightmare that is the situation the two of you found yourselves in. It gives you a second to evaluate his expression, and much to your surprise, his features are as soft as ever. James is blushing, too. âI wanted to pay for that.â
âYou paid for the apple pie,â the words slip past your lips mumbled because the only thing you can truly concentrate on is the fact James is blushing. Blushing as a result of Bradâs stories about couples so in love they simply cannot be bothered to locate the labyrinthâs exit before proving their emotions to the world. Couples that could be the two of you. Possibly. A sane person shouldnât rush to assumptions unless they earned the sweetest nickname from a dream of a man. Youâve never paid much thought to whether you would enjoy being called a âdollââyou do, but you would probably adore every label heâd choose. The notion steers your head toward unexpected and dirty waters, and you couldnât be happier for Bradâs decision to chime in.
âCassie outdid herself this year,â he nods. âIâm most definitely going to dream about that blackberry pie tonight.âÂ
âYes,â James agrees never once breaking the eye contact with you. âThe pies were delicious, and it was my pleasure to pay. It was me who demanded a tour.â
âYou may pay for the maze then,â you smile at him, âbut leave the ten â Iâm not that great of a tour guide, and Iâm afraid of the dark.â
âDates should be fun,â James suddenly speaks. âWe couldâve skipped the labyrinth.â
The corn maze is high and intimidating, but Buckyâs presence and the soft glow of an orange sunset manage to silence your fears a bit. The passages are almost entirely empty except for the two of you, and each corner you take makes your heart jump at the possibility of encountering spooky surprises.Â
âThis is fun,â you reassure, taking a sip of mead. James shoots you a look you cannot truly decipher, but you decide the meaning is somewhere between worried and teasing. âIt is,â you hesitate for a beat. âI just keep remembering the haunted corn maze in Greenwood. They have scare actors there, who jump out of the bushes when you least expect it and completely startle you. Vivienne took me there last year, and I cannot shake the memories.âÂ
The expression on his face melts into sympathy. âIf itâs any consolation, I would protect you against all the zombies and monsters this maze might throw at us,â he speaks before, ânot that it has any,â adding.Â
âIf themeâs anything to go by, I think weâre OK,â you chuckle at his offer, referring to the cutesy signs and charmingly painted pumpkins scattered throughout the labyrinth, âunless Johnny decided to include a couple gory scenes at the end, though itâd end worse for him than it would for me.â
âJohnny The Mayor?âÂ
âJohnny The Mayor,â you take yet another sip, nodding. The beverage is barely warm twenty minutes into the attraction, providing only the comfort of a soft alcohol tipsiness.Â
âHeâs a charming little fella,â Bucky notes, and you donât have it in yourself to deny the statement. âIâve never experienced someone initiating a hug by wiping their hands on my jacket.âÂ
âSorry,â you offer sheepishly because what could you say after an occurrence so bizarre. Everyone in this town is strange? James mustâve caught on to the fact by this time.Â
âItâs alright, and besides, I now have a humorous story to recount at parties, which is a first,â he gleams at you. âIt may come as a surprise, but Iâm not usually the life of it.â
âCan I ask you a question?â You shift to gaze at him before emptying the cup of mead to steady your nerves.Â
âI donât promise to answer,â James grins, fiddling with the beaded bracelet, âbut yes.âÂ
âWhoâs Samuel?âÂ
âThatâs your question?â He laughs as his flesh arm slithers to rest upon your waist. At least you think itâs his flesh arm. The man wears gloves whether the sun shines or the rain pours. Youâve seen pictures, though, and read stories of The Winter Soldier in possession of a metal arm. Neither raise concern, not for the reason youâre smitten with Bucky. Rather, because James was manipulated and stripped of free will, and if heaven would descend, perhaps because that metal arm is sinfully attractive. Itâs a thought forbidden to be mentioned aloud, for the gloves are a large indicator heâd enjoy staying silent about the matter. âWhoâs Samuel?âÂ
âYes,â you sputter. The butterflies his simple action caused you donât mention. âI want to hear about this Samuel. Iâve been informed he likes birds, especially Redwing, whoâs not technically a bird?â
âThe Samuel I was babbling about is Sam Wilson. The Falcon, if youâre a fan of CNN,â James teases, steering you into the left pathway of the maze. Despite your instinct to choose right, you stay silent. âRedwingâs a drone of sorts Sam uses on missions, and, this is a direct quote, for surveillance. I despise the thing.â
âIf we get lost, forget the second date,â you playfully threaten. Though the coziness of his body pressed to yours is intoxicating, it does nothing to ease the goosebumps painted on your skin, and as the sky bleeds in shades of crimson and purple, the sun melts into the horizon, teasing you for forgetting a sweater. âI wouldâve categorised holding a grudge against an object as below you.âÂ
âIf the shoe fits,â he chortles, leading you down a long passage before abruptly stopping. Hesitating for a beat, he drapes the flannel jacket youâve come to love on the man around your body. The garment is red and weighty, and it smells of James. The gesture makes your heart swell with admiration, but you ignore it. Dates should be approached with a blank slate because expectations are easily shattered. âI shouldnât deliver Steve that womanâs phone number, should I?â Buckyâs arm finds your waist again.Â
Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, âon the bright side, Indigo is quite a pleasant woman,â you verbalise the thought. James observes your expression, baby blues studying the same features he cannot resist thinking about at nightfall. Blood rushes to his cheeks at the notice of your fingers on his lower back, the heat of your skin piercing through his charcoal henley. âSheâd certainly treat Captain America right. On the downside,â you pause, âIndigo is the exact opposite of Steve as the media portrays him. Come to think about it, both of us are.â
âHow so?â
âThe media portrays supersoldiers as courageous, but Indigo and I once had to call Luke to get rid of a teeny spider. Steveâs active in politics, whilst we often skip the townâs meetingsââ
âEldermont holds town meetings?â James chuckles, subconsciously drawing you in closer.
âOnce a month, always on the first Tuesday,â you gleam at him before drawing in a deep breath to calm your violently beating heart. âLast time, we discussed the very pressing issue of Halloween decorations. Johnny insists every business on the main street must participate in the festivities. Indigo and I escaped out the back before the mayor could finish his speech. At the least, Steve wouldâve stayed in that meeting, and at the most, he wouldâve managed it.â Â
âPeople do say opposites attract.âÂ
âHeard that before,â you agree. The loose strand of Buckyâs auburn hair tempts you to tuck it behind his ear, but you halt the impulse of committing such a ludicrous decision. âIt must be true because you drink coffee black, and I prefer lattes. You have cinnamon buns for breakfast, and I, if time would be gracious enough for breakfast, would choose danishes.âÂ
âThe juryâs decided, then.â The corners of his mouth quirk up into a lazy and wickedly attractive smile, and, you almost wonder if Buckyâs aware of the effect he has on your body because if he isn't, your buckling knees mustâve given it away. âOpposites do attract.â His wildly confident attitude is a new discovery, but you decide you like it. âIt would be a shame to ignore matters of the universe.â Confidence is a good shade on him.Â
âIs this your way of asking me on a second date?â You tease the man, memorising the pink hues veiling his cheekbones.Â
James guides you around the corner, observing the corn mazeâs exit, and halts his movements. âOnly if the lady agrees,â he shifts to stand before you, catching your forearms in his gloved hands, âwhich Iâm sincerely hoping she does.âÂ
Resting your arms on his shoulders, you gift yourself a quick moment to explore his features â the stubble gently lining his sharp jaw, the little scar above his eyebrow, and the red lips you, despite hiding it, wanted to kiss since he first visited Spice & Honey. âThe lady would love to go on a second date.âÂ
âGood,â an emotion you cannot comprehend waltzes in his eyes, but, for the sake of your composure, you abstain from thinking it could possibly be lust. âThe gentleman is looking forward to it.â There's an argument happening inside him, you can sense it by the way he keeps drawing you closer until the space between your bodies is virtually erased, but retains his posture straight and almost rigid. The weight of should he or should he not lingers in the air around you before James catches your stare and smiles timidly, shattering the flicker of hope you have for him to kiss you. You donât exactly yearn for him to kiss you. In theory, kiss-less first dates are a great idea, paving the way for deeper conversations and a closer bond. They build anticipation. Anticipation is good, you ponder for a second, but all you can truly focus on is whether James would taste like apple cider mead or the sugary desserts you two savoured earlier. âThe night is still young," he speaks, the tone of his voice light and reticent. "It would be a shame to end the date this early."Â
âLukeâs open if you want to grab a quick dinner,â you say with a grin, stepping away from him. âThough we should probably exit the maze first.âÂ
âYes,â Bucky laughs and extends his arm towards the light at the end of the passage. âLead the way, pretty lady.âÂ
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Those Hands.
Masterlist of fan fiction
Fandom: The Hobbit
Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Insecurity, comparison, angst, sexual references, mutual pining, idiots in love.
Comments/Notes: From the imagine, "Imagine that Thorin is in love with you (from the race of Men) but constantly compares his body and features with other men, thinking you find him disgusting." Requested by multiple readers and anons. (THANK YOU!)
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Thorin watched every little interaction that you had with other males, whether they be Dwarves, Men or Elves. He couldnât help but watch you blush, avert eye contact and use self-soothing gestures, such as touching your face, curling your hair with your fingers, or rubbing your upper arms.Â
Since Thorin had been crowned King of Erebor, and re-building was underway, many people visited the mountain. Bard came from Esgaroth, often meeting with Thorin in council, to discuss trade deals and assistance in building. Much to Thorinâs distain, Thranduil of the Woodland Realm, also came. Again, he joined the council to converse around the subject of trade deals in precious metals and gemstones. Â
Your relationship with Thorin was entirely built on trust. The two of you had been companions out on the road during the quest to re-take Erebor. He had always valued your opinion, spoke with you in private, and kept you close to him on his council of advisors. Erebor was now your home, despite you being of the race of Men. Your family were all gone, meaning that the Dwarves had now taken that place, welcoming you into the fold and treating you as one of their own.Â
One morning, council was busy. Neldra, one of the kitchen staff, was on hand with jugs of cold drinks and pots of tea. Then once all the drinks were laid out neatly on intricately laced doilies, she came back with a trolley of fresh pastries.Â
The smell was divine; you took an inhale and let the scent overtake you. Apple and cinnamon were among the selection: your favourite.Â
You reached out to take one of the pastries, only to feel another hand graze yours. âI apologise,â a voice came, from the direction of the hand.Â
It was Bard, from two seats down to your right hand side, who had stretched across to grab one of Neldraâs famous delicacies. âIt was no bother,â you replied. âYou first.âÂ
âLadies first. I insist.âÂ
Thorinâs blue eyes studied the scene going on before him. No one else had noticed the exchange between you and Bard. Upon the impact of yours and Bardâs hands, Thorin felt a jolt in his chest. It rose up into his throat, and he closed his eyes for a brief second. The red hot sensation bore into him, feeling as if it were forming a hole straight through him. Upon opening his eyes, Thorin looked at his hands, then glanced across to Bardâs. The manâs hands were broad, but his fingers long and slender. Very much unlike Thorinâs. The Dwarf Kingâs fingers were short and bulky, with stubby ends. Surely Bardâs hands would have the dexterity and skill to caress your skin, drawing shivers from you. A Dwarfâs hands would be too calloused and thick to evoke any kind of pleasurable sensation upon a woman from the race of Men.Â
Chatter continued, along with eating and drinking. In that time, Thorin tried his hardest to push the negative thoughts from his mind, and concentrate on the conversation at hand, which involved the realms of Erebor and Esgaroth exchanging skilled workers and apprentices.Â
Thranduil was also present and merely rolled his eyes as the conversation got underway between Bard and Thorin. The Elven King did not like to waste his time, and being in this council meant that there were stints of time where his input was not needed.Â
âWould you like another drink?â you asked Thranduil, picking up the nearest china pot of tea.Â
âI would much prefer wine, but since Iâm not within my realm, I would not say no.â
Thorinâs gaze darted over to Thranduil, and then to you. He saw you brush a piece of hair behind your ear, and then look up at the Elven King sat opposite you. Your ears were small, with one golden hoop earring in each lobe. Then Thorin looked at Thranduilâs ears; pointed at the tip, finely structured. They werenât big, round and sticking out. Thorinâs ears were ugly, and thankfully he could keep them hidden under his long hair. Secretly, he had always imagined you whispering against them, your lips brushing them. It made Thorin shiver.Â
Once council had concluded, Thorin left the chamber and headed back to the royal wing. Once inside and he stood in front of his full length dress mirror, staring at the protruding ears on the side of his head. Then he studied his large hands, thinking back to Bardâs.Â
The males from the races of Men and Elves made you blush in a way that Thorin never had. Their bodies were more finely crafted, which complemented yours. They had finer features with smaller noses and brows.Â
Thorin shifted back and sat on his bed, his hands in his lap. He took one more glance at them, feeling disgusted at what he saw. They would never be good enough for you. None of his body would ever be good enough for you. Everything about him was oversized, not delicate and handsome like Bard and Thranduil. Both of them had lost their wives, and may have wished to re-marry, so they would make better husbands for you.Â
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The following day and Thorin was sat in the council room, signing documents. His quill scratched loudly against the parchment.Â
You walked in, holding a further stack of documents in your hands. âThese should be the last ones,â you said, offering a smile.Â
Thorin looked up at you. No blush on your face to be seen.Â
âIs everything alright?â you asked. There was something in his eyes, a thoughtfulness. Maybe even a sadness. You sat down in an empty seat next to Thorin. âWhatâs wrong?â On impulse, you placed your hand on top of his.Â
Thorin looked at your hands, watching your thumb gently caress his knuckle. How huge his hand looked against yours. But how right it felt, as if the size did not matter, and they were still able to fit together as one.Â
âThere is nothing wrong,â Thorin said, forcing a weak smile. âI hear that Bard is leaving this afternoon. Will you not be wishing him farewell?âÂ
âI barely know him,â you replied. âIâd feel it strange to do so.âÂ
âWould you wish to get to know him?âÂ
âI donât know. Why do you ask?â
âSurely you find him handsome,â Thorin continued, pulling the new stack of documents over towards him.Â
âNot really. Canât say I do. Thereâs some reason to you asking this, Thorin.âÂ
âWhy would I have any reason?âÂ
âThereâs always a reason to anything that you ask. I know you enough by now. Talk to me. Youâve always given me more trust than I deserve, and never questioned me liked this before.âÂ
Thorin took a deep inhale and looked at you, dropping his quill. âWho do you find handsome? If not Bard, maybe Thranduil?âÂ
You couldnât help but laugh. âWhy ever would you think Iâm attracted to King Thranduil?â The whole idea was so comical that you couldnât help but keep giggling. âIt takesâŠ.â You couldnât stop the giggling. âA specialâŠ.kind of womanâŠ.toâŠ..âÂ
Thorin also began to chuckle, watching your face turn red in amusement and delight. His heart somehow felt lighter as he watched you, and that overwhelming love for you rose. It was a love that would allow him to do anything to make you happy. It was a love that would make him sacrifice his very life to keep you safe. It was sacrificial and unconditional.Â
You could see the glow in Thorinâs eyes and the smile which curled his lips upwards. He was the one you found handsome, above all others. The intensity in his eyes made butterflies swarm in your stomach. His proud presence caused you to shiver whenever he entered a room. His voice was enough to make your imaginations travel to another place where only the two of you were, locked away in comfort, pursuing wondrous pleasure.Â
You edged closer to Thorin. âYou said you want to know who I find handsome?âÂ
Thorinâs heart was hammering now and he was sure that you would be able to hear it.Â
âItâs you.â Your voice was a whisper. âItâs always been you. How could it not be you? Why would you ever think Iâd be attracted to Bard and Thranduil?âÂ
Thorin closed his eyes in embarrassment. âMy features and body are not like theirs.âÂ
âSo why would that not make you handsome?âÂ
âMy handsâŠâÂ
âYour hands?â you giggled. This time a blush did hit your cheeks, and it was even more vivid than it had ever been when in the company of any other man. âYou have found out my secret.âÂ
âWhat secret?â Thorin asked, shifting ever so slightly closer to you. He had never wanted you any more than he did in those moments. The very thought that it was him that you found handsome was making his whole being rise, but anticipation was now racing down his spine in shivers.Â
âI have had a fantasy for some time now, since meeting you, of what you could do to me with those hands,â you said, biting your lip.Â
Thorin couldnât hold back any more and moved even closer to you, his hand cupping your cheek. His breath was elevated and his eyes were sparkling with so much joy, but slight fear.Â
His lips crashed against yours and you both groaned upon impact. Within seconds and the kiss had grown deep, your tongues both meeting. You couldnât help but whimper as Thorinâs lips left yours and trailed down your neck. His beard tickled your skin and then as he grew more impatient, you could feel the tickle become a bristling, sharp sensation. Your hands became lost in his hair as he nuzzled at your neck, groaning and grunting.Â
Thorin felt your fingertips brush over his ears, and it drew an overwhelming shiver from his very core.Â
âI love you, Thorin,â you said again. âNow show me what you can do with those hands.âÂ
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Doughnut Review ~ Brothers!Sturniolo Triplets
Summary: Based of the video where they try twelve doughnuts and you, their little sister, join too.
Warnings: possible swearing, nicknames, teasing, fluff
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You were in LA with Nick, Matt and Chris and about to join in with their video.
"You ready, kid?" Chris asked.
"Yeah!" You cheered. Filming a video that involved doughnuts must excite any four year old.
You sat on Matt's lap, knowing Nick was going to be getting up the most to pick the doughnuts, whilst Chris was fidgety, sometimes more than yourself.
You sat quietly as they filmed the into, waving to the camera and at Nate, who sat behind it pulling faces at you. He was like another brother.
"As you can see we also have our little sister, Y/n." Nick introduced.
"Hiiiii!" You exclaimed, making them laugh.
"Bub, on a scale of one to ten, how much do you love doughnuts?" Matt asked you.
"Umm nine! I love cupcakes more." You answered.
He chuckled as Nick got the first doughnut. You watched as Matt carefully cut the doughnut into six pieces, a piece each of you, including Nate, and a piece for the review.
You took a bite of the first doughnut, not really liking the icing. The guys made their comments as you softly pushed it to the side.
"Not like it, petal?" Matt asked you.
"Nu-uh!" You exclaimed.
They laughed as Chris whined about it also. You giggled and looked up at Matt.
"Whiny pants." You said, making him laugh.
"Shh." Chris mumbled.
Nick then placed the second doughnut down. You all took a bite of it and you quite like the red velvet one.
"Like this." You said.
"Us two, kid." Nick responded, putting it in front of the cherry one.
The third doughnut looked similar to the first, you thought, but noticed it wasn't frosting but sprinkles. You took a bite, as well as your brothers and giggled noticing how Chris' broke in his hand.
"Ah fuck!" He exclaimed.
"Chris!" Both Nick and Matt exclaimed.
"Don't repeat that word bub!" Chris said, making you nod.
"Why does it kinda taste like cigarettes?" Nick asked, making Chris and Matt laugh.
"What's a cigarette?" You asked, making the trio share a look.
"Um, something to make your lungs bad and they taste gross so don't ever get them, okay sweetheart." Matt answered, making you nod again.
You all continued to try doughnuts. You weren't bothered by the rating as you were just happy to try some sweet treats and liked most of them. You laughed a lot and it made your brothers happy. When it came to the end, the guys asked which was your favourite.
"Umm, this one!" You exclaimed, pointing to the cinnamon roll.
"Sweetheart, that's not a doughnut." Nick said through laughter.
"But it's my favourite." You replied.
"Alright kiddo, you want some more?" He responded, making you nod quickly.
He smiled and passed you another bit of the cinnamon roll to eat as Nate came on and took Chris' seat and tried some of the doughnuts.
"This the best." You said, holding the cinnamon roll up to Nate.
"You aren't wrong, kid." He replied with a smile.
You giggled as he carried on trying some doughnuts and picked his favourite, which made Chris whine again. The guys soon ended the video, but you were just happy to be there and eat some food.
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Pleased To Meet You.
Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader
Words 1288
Warnings Literally nothing! This is super soft and fluffy.
Thank you to the Anon who sent this in! It's super cute and fluffy and just what I needed for a break from all of the smut! But don't worry, the smut will be back soon enough! "would you write a fic where kelce introduces reader to his parents & family đđ"
"I'm so nervous." You whimpered, shaking your hands in front of you in an attempt to dry your moist palms.
Travis rested his arms around your shoulders, pulling you in closer, "Baby, it's just coffee. Relax."
"It's coffee with your Mom! I know how important your family is to you, I just want her to like me."
"And they will." He pressed a warming kiss into your temple.
Your eyebrows clenched together, "Wait, what do you mean by 'they'?"
Travis took hold of your hand and walked a little faster, heading towards the coffee shop door, "Nothing, come on. Mom'll be here in a minute."
The heated air of the coffee shop washed over you and your hands instantly clammed up again. You wiped your palms against your sweater, silently scolding yourself for wearing something so warm. Looking around, you took a deep breath to try and calm yourself. The room was bright and welcoming, with soft leather sofas scattered around and old and black and white movie stills adorning the walls.
"What do you want, sweetie?" Travis asked over his shoulder to you.
"A vanilla latte...and an espresso."
He narrowed his eyes.
"What? I need the energy!" You shrugged.
Travis beamed a smile and you turned on your heels, noticing a cosy area in the corner of the room surrounded by hanging plants and warm lighting. As you walked towards it, you passed various groups of people; a smartly dressed man typing on his laptop, a trio of girls sipping iced coffees and giggling, an older couple sharing a blueberry muffin. You reached the corner, your fingers dancing across the top of the deep orange armchair when Travis appeared with your two coffees and a large cinnamon roll.
"Aww thank you baby! My favourite!" You cooed as you took hold of the plate.
Travis rocked back on his heel awkwardly, "Yeah, I got it so you would remember what a great guy I am."
"What does that mean?" You questioned.
Just then, the bell above the door rang and you glanced over to the entrance to see Donna, Travis' Mom walking over to you, a wide smile on her face. You stood up, smoothing down your skirt and running a hand through your hair.
"Hello hello hello!" Donna sang out.
"Hey Momma!" Travis called, walking towards her with his arms out-stretched.
Donna waved him away, her focus solely on you, "You can wait! I wanna meet this beauty first!" She grabbed onto your hands and looked you up and down, "Travvy, how did you get a girl like this?"
You giggled, "Pleased to meet you, Mrs Kelce."
Donna's eyes widened, "And polite too! Honestly sweetie, Donna is absolutely fine, but I appreciate it."
She pulled you in for a tight hug and you instantly relaxed.
"Uh...hello?"
Donna smiled as she turned around, "Oh stop your whining, how many times have you brought a girl home?" She laughed and buried her face in his chest, his large arms wrapped around her.
You loved seeing this side of Travis. He had made it clear that his family were incredibly important to him, and that he loved his Mom more than anything in the world. But to see him interact with her was special.
"Can I get you a coffee?" Travis said, still holding his Mom close.
"Oh, I thought you'd never ask! Just a cappuccino for me please." She let go of her 6 foot 5 inched son and stepped towards you, sitting down on the sofa.
You followed and sat next to her, her sweet perfume filling your nostrils and calming you further. She grabbed at your hands, smiling warmly.
"It really is so good to meet you, Travis has told me a lot about you."
You blushed slightly, "He's told me so much about you too, I feel like I know you already!"
"He's a good boy." She looked over to the coffee counter where Travis was waiting, "When he moved to Missouri a couple of years ago I was worried, of course, as any Mom would be. But he seems to have settled well. And now he's a got a good woman to keep him right."
You winked, "I'll try my best!"
"So, how long have you been dating?"
"It's a been a couple of months, so still really early days but it's going really well. He's a good guy."
Donna squeezed her shoulders upwards in elation, "I am so happy for the both of you!"
Your cheeks flushed again, Donna's warmth radiating to you. You looked up and watched as Travis waited patiently in the queue, occasionally glancing over to you and smiling so broad that his eyes disappeared into slits. You felt a strong flutter in the pit of your stomach, but this time it wasn't nerves, it was sheer happiness.
You chatted more with Donna, talking about your work, your family and your relationship so far when Travis finally arrived back with the cappuccino. His cell phone beeped in his pocket and when he checked it, his face subtly lit up. You narrowed your eyes, watching as he looked back towards the door.
"Is everything okay?" You asked.
Travis smiled and picked up his mug, "Sure." He glanced back at the door before turning to look at Donna, a sly grin forming on both of their lips.
"Okay, what's going on?"
Before either of them had chance to answer, the coffee shop door swung open and a large, bearded man walked in with a dark blonde haired woman in tow. His eyes were fully focused on Travis and they were heading straight for you. You shifted in your seat as another man followed, he was older and had white hair on his head and chin. Donna squeezed your hands whilst Travis gave you a guilty look.
"Heyyyyyy!" The first man shouted, grabbing Travis and slapping his back.
"Y/N, this is my brother Jason, his girlfriend Kylie and my Dad Ed."
You swallowed hard, your eyebrows raised, "Wow, I wasn't expecting to meet everyone at once!"
Travis laughed, "Hence the cinnamon roll. You're not mad are you?"
"No no!" You smiled, "This is awesome! It's so nice to meet you all." You quickly rose to your feet and greeted each of them with a warm embrace.
"Well, we thought whilst everyone was in town." Ed said as he pulled you closer.
Kylie moved around the table to sit with you and Donna, "Don't worry Y/N, I got the ambush too when me and Jason started dating. It's nice not to be the new girl anymore!"
You laughed, "Well, you're welcome! How long have you two been together?"
Kylie rested back on the sofa, "Around 6 months, so it's still fresh."
"You two can hold each others hands through the madness of dating a Kelce!" Donna quipped.
Jason's mouth dropped open in mock offense, "I heard that, Mom."
"I hope Travis is treating you well, Y/N." Ed smiled, "Speaking of which, how did Travis get a lovely girl like you to go out with him?"
"Damn...why does everyone keep saying that?" Travis asked, his hands in the air.
Donna sipped her coffee, struggling to keep herself from laughing. You pouted your lips to Travis, giggling under your breath. Jason covered his in an attempt to muffle his loud howl.
"It's a little cramped here with all of us now." Donna finished the rest of her coffee before standing up, "How about a big family barbeque at Mom's?"
"I heard that!" Ed shouted, slapping his stomach.
Travis looked over the table at you, his head titled and his eyebrows raised, "How about it?"
The familiar stomach flutter came back, stronger this time, "I would love to."
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I did this one a little different and set it somewhere around 2015, when Jason and Kylie first started dating, and Travis wasn't the big superstar that he is now. This was very cute to write as they seem like such an amazing family so I didn't struggle at all! To be on my Taglist, just let me know!
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Funniest responses* to the "What does "Blorbo" mean?" question
(In reference to my silmarillion fandom linguistics project, the results of which you can find in my "survey says" tag)
*not necessarily the full response, some are just fragments from longer responses. Also, I'm not filtering by "correct" or "incorrect" responses
Special Little Guy (gender neutral)
Lmao. That's like, my special little guy. He takes up my brain space. I'm rotating him.
you know how lilo from lilo and stitch has that doll she made, complete with backstory? basically like that
one's blorbo is a character one cares a lot about. it kind of has like... condescending or woobifying connotations? like expressing that Maedhros is your blorbo is sort of uh... one imagines like, a chibi Maedhros. cute, not scary. but it doesn't necessarily imply the speaker has distorted perception of the character in general, just a sort of fondness
The character a person wants to use as a doll/stuffed animal
A character who the author loves too much (and knows it)
"OMG Blorbo was in the new trailer for 5 seconds!" is a common statement
which often provokes... strange thoughts at 11pm.
Beloved character who you think about entirely too much and also enjoy putting in Situations
It implies some degress of being pathetic as well.
No relation to Blorbo Baggins.
The character you put under a microscope, put through the cheese grater, put into the salad spinner, and squeeze like a plushie.
A beloved character whom you want to both stick in a microwave and protect with all you have
character one fangirls* over (*gender neutral)
Just a little guy, whom I am deeply enamored of and just want to squish on the head and see what happens.
Favourive character, often pathetic, someone to pity as much as love
obsessed. baby. Will run my mouth off about them
the word "favorite" wasn't enough to encapsulate "the exact kind of character made specifically for me in the lab" either. my friendgroup started calling those types of characters "callouts" because they were calling you out by existing Exactly To Your Tastes
(not necessarily in a way that condones their actions, but deeply beloved nonetheless)
The "cinnamon roll" kind. Idk I love Namo but I'd never call him a blorbo, it just wouldn't feel right.
??
dear?
My personal favourite character, whom I want to adopt even if he's a dark lord
A particularly beloved (or beloathed-in-a-positive-way) character.
Generally seem to be problematic favs.
I think it was originally meant to be somewhat mocking, but it was wholeheartedly adopted and is now used unironically.
A favored character that usually is subjected to great amounts of trauma and or fluff.
A favourite character, usually male
The obsession character
Feanor/character you are unreasonably attached to esp. if they are a Bad Person TM
The character who is most special and beloved to you (and often that means you're gonna put them through The Horrors)
a character that makes you chew on the bars of your enclosure
Special little character from my shows(tm)
usually having an aura of kicked wet puppy (brimby)
You'd build a shrine to them
Idk, ask the children đč. Er. Hot character you like? I'm sure people have very complex definitions explaining why they like the hot character but I don't take fandom that seriously.
Your guy (gender neutral), not a comfort character, but perhaps a character you would like to see experience the worst situations possible (affectionate)
occasionally blorbo from my floor (my cat)
Just a widdle pathetic guy đ„șđ
A favourite character, thuogh usually one you squash like a stress ball or squeaky toy rather than put gently on a shelf
Ungoliant
Guy (gender neutral) who I hold in my hand like a neat rock and look at
character whom i will put in a glass and shake
character you are putting in the metaphorical salad spinner
A favourite character, often a war criminal treated like they did nothing wrong, they are a little kitty
(character you're particularly attached to and usually put in physically and/or mentally torturous situations for fun)
A character youâve imprinted on and like seeing in misery. Theyâre your wet cat you enjoy pouring water on but also toweling off
Your favorite character, to whom no harm may come (except in the service of angst)
my guy. my friend my buddy. the person
Literally your favourite ever character, but not like you want to f*ck them, more like "how much can i let them suffer?"
Your favouritest character from media that you like to put in all kinds of situations, but is not morally problematic.
favourite character you want to bully
a fictional character that you like to an obsessive amount, typically more than other favourite characters; your specialist little guy; someone you are unwell about; you donât always have to like your blorbo per day but they must take up constant thought space
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Words Like Honey 2
Warnings: non/dubcon, power dynamic, age gap, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Characters:Â Lee Bodecker, Ransom Drysdale (Professor AU)
Summary:Â itâs hard making friends at college, but you might just be looking in the wrong places.
Part of the Bad Professors AU
Note:Â Please leave some feedback and reblog <3 As always, I love to chat with you all.Â
You arrange your carefully iced cupcakes on the platter and smile at them. You love cooking and baking and everything edible. A kitchen is a place where you know what youâre doing. Where you have a voice. You spent all night mixing, beating, and carefully decorating.Â
All that joy is muddled in the chaos. Behind the table, you are overwhelmed by the voices behind you. Itâs good! It means that your fundraiser is a success and your hard work isnât for not.Â
You turn and put down the fresh platter of cupcakes. You give a start as the man across from you says your name.Â
âThought that was you, puddinâ,â he drawls.Â
âLee! You made it.âÂ
âI wonât lie and say I didnât let class out early to be here,â he chuckles.
âYou didnât have to do that. Oh, I canât believe you remembered.â You only mentioned the bake sale in passing. Your efforts to fund the new classroom stand mixer arenât all glamourous.Â
âCourse I did,â he smiles, âeven brought a friend--â he pauses and looks around, ânow whereâs that twerp gone?â He growls as he searches the rush in the Student Centre. âMm, heâll find his way back. Like a cat.â He shrugs and faces you again. âNow, what am I lookinâ at here, sugar?âÂ
You smile and point to the first row, âstrawberries and cream, this oneâs oreo smore,â you go down the columns, âblueberry cheesecake bites, and my favourite, cinnamon roll muffins.âÂ
âAll look delicious,â he licks his lips but when you look up, his eyes are on you. âCan I get two of each, please and thank ya.âÂ
âOh, wow, uh, sure.âÂ
âGotta share,â he tuts and puts his hand on his lip as cranes to peer around again. âDarn it, where--âÂ
âBodecker,â another man struts up, a thin scarf hanging down over his rustic orange jacket. âThere you are. âÂ
âTold ya I was headinâ over to the sweets. Whereâd you get lost?â Lee accuses.Â
You focus on putting the cupcakes gently in a box. The other man chuckles, amused. He hums and you glance up as he watches you. His eyes flick down to the table.Â
âSaffron, this is my friends--âÂ
âColleague,â the other man corrects with a tint of humour in his tone. âRansom. Professor Drysdale, actually.âÂ
âRansomâs fine,â Lee insists, âshe made âem herself.âÂ
âNot all of them. Joseph did the brownies and squares,â you point behind you, âand Angela did the cake.âÂ
âDo you have a permit?â Ransom asks.Â
You blink in confusion.Â
âIgnore him,â Lee elbows his side. âHeâs teasinâ ya.âÂ
He takes out his wallet and counts out the bills, âhow much then.âÂ
âWell itâs three dollars each and you have eight,â you slide the box over, âthatâs twenty-four--âÂ
âItâs a fundraiser, ainât it?â He offers a fifty, âkeep the change, will ya?âÂ
âOh, sir,â you stare at the bill. âThatâs, erm, very generous.âÂ
âNot at all. Goinâ to a good cause,â he winks.Â
You accept the bill and push it into your apron pocket to add to the lock box.Â
âYou got cheesecake?â Ransom interjects. The other man looks irritated by his interruption.Â
âSure, Angela made cherry, classic New York, salted caramel, oh and... erm, pumpkin swirl.âÂ
âIâll have cherry,â he says.Â
âThatâs cherry, please,â Lee growls.Â
Ransom laughs again, âplease.â He mimics the other's southern lilt. He gets a grumble in return.Â
âMy friend ainât got manners. Born with a silver spoon down his throat,â Lee shakes his head.Â
âIâll get that cake,â you assure him and step away. You get another box and pack up a slice. You bring it back with a bamboo fork. âHere you go.âÂ
Itâs sweltering as both men focus on you. You hand over the box and Ransom holds out his payment. You take the hundred and gasp as you unfold it. âKeep the change,â he says.Â
âSir, the cakeâs only four dollars.âÂ
âThatâs fine,â he insists. âGood cause or whatever.âÂ
Lee sends him a look, âwell thatâs mighty kind.âÂ
âIâm a nice guy, Bodecker.â Ransom scoffs.Â
You just keep smiling as the edges of your vision crowd with people and the chatter itches your ears. You brace the table and take a deep breath. You blink and the fog clears. Focus. Theyâre both staring at you.Â
âWell, thank ya, puddinâ, weâll certainly enjoy these, wonât we?â He nudges the other man.Â
âSure,â Ransom smirks. âCome on, I got a thing.âÂ
âItâs your thing,â Lee grumbles and waves with three fingers, âweâll see ya âround, then.âÂ
âBye, Lee,â you chime, âand, er, Professor Drysdale.âÂ
The other manâs lips curve deeper before he turns away. He strides ahead of Lee who peeks back at you one last time. You keep your smile and turn to the next person in line.Â
âCan I have some of the lemon meringue square?â The girl points, âis that what it is?âÂ
âOh, sure, yeah, itâs lemon you answer.Â
âErm, do you... do you have suggestions? The lemonâs for me but I... I wanted to get some for a friend. Um, maybe a brownie too?âÂ
âSure,â you nod as she shows her teeth sheepishly. You see yourself in her. And her teddy bear bag is especially cute. You box up her goods and put them down.Â
âI hope you donât mind change,â she counts out from a change purse.Â
âNot at all,â you assure her. âI love that bag.âÂ
âReally? I made it. The teddy bear used to be part of a blanket,â she shows off the fuzzy fur of the bear.Â
âWow, thatâs awesome,â you say as you take her change.Â
âYou made all this? I always liked baking,â she says.Â
âSome of it. Only took all night,â you reply.Â
âSo cool. My dormâs too small to bake...âÂ
âAww, thatâs... too bad,â you say. You hesitate as she takes the box. Before she can turn away, you stop her. âHey, um, my nameâs Saffron. If you ever wanna make something, I get access to the kitchen in the culinary building. Just a thought.âÂ
âReally? Thatâs so cool,â she brightens up and the shaking in her hands stop. âOkay. Oh...â she frowns. âIâm Mauve. Nice to meet you.âÂ
She holds out her free hand. You shake it, amused by the gesture. Sheâs sweet and you have another friend to add to the count. On your own age!Â
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The Mistletoe Tradition
There was only one piece of decoration left in the box nowâit was a dew-fresh mistletoe complete with a red ribbon. And you knew just where to put it.
With a smile, you danced over to Astarion and held the green plant above your head. The vampire spawn looked up, confused and flustered both at the same time.
âWanna know what my favourite Yule tradition is?â
âIâm sure youâre about to tell me,â he purred.
âWhenever two souls are caught under the mistletoe, they have to kiss.â
A/N: Iâm not sure if Christmas/Yule is a thing in FaerĂ»n but if it wasnât⊠I sure made it a thing now! Worked in some of his actual quotes for it to be even more relatable because we're all simps, lol. Also using Yule and Christmas interchangeably here because I can. Merry Christmas to you all! â„
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Warnings: fluff
âJingle Bells, jingle bells, jingle all the wayâŠâ Humming to yourself, you rummaged through your bag to take a closer look at the items you had snatched on your journey today. A bag full of peanuts, perfect to still your hunger on the road, a new dagger you had taken from a corpse, for your old one was falling apart at the hilt, a letter from an Iron Fist written to Lord Enver Gortash himself, andâperhaps most importantlyâa little snow globe you had found in an abandoned cottage. It wasnât much but it was better than nothing and had definitely been worth Laeâzelâs eye roll.
You were headed towards Baldurâs Gate and decided to rest in the Elfsong Tavern where Gale, Wyll, and Halsin were currently discussing the price of a room to stay in for the next couple of days. The air smelled like mulled wine and pine cones, and the tables in the tavern were decorated with tree branches, candles and sliced oranges and cinnamon sticks. The atmosphere was lovelyâfestive. You leaned against Astarion with your cheek against his chest, a sigh escaping your lips.
The pale elf was quite used to yourâat least by his standardsâunusual behaviour by now. Well⊠sort of. Heâd expected more hostility toward him after the night he tried to bite you, that much you knew. Instead, youâd offered to help and⊠huh, secretly drooled all over him.
He certainly knew what he was doing and you hated that it worked. You didnât want to turn into a giggling and blushing mess in his presence and yet⊠that was exactly what happened. Every. Single. Day. You tried to hide it as best as you could but at this point, you were pretty certain that he knew you were a hopeless case whenever he was near. And once youâd started sleeping with each other⊠you had become putty in his hands entirely, desperate for his touch even when it wasnât sexual.
You offered him a cuddling dose daily now and you never let go until he did.
âAll right, everyone. Weâre settled. The owner has agreed to give us one of the suites upstairs. It has thirteen beds, its own washing area, and a fireplace. I donât know about you but I am knackered,â Wyll announced as he cracked his bones.
âYou go ahead without me. Iâd like to take care of something real quick. I wonât be long,â you said, the idea thundering through your head with a start having you beam from the inside out.
Gale lifted a hand as if to raise everyoneâs attention before speaking. âI hope so! I have a perfectly hearty rabbit stew planned for supper.â
It had taken the inn owner ten gold pieces and a lot of convincing to get you a Yule Tree. Was it important in midst of everything that was happening? Possibly not. Were you still humming Christmas songs yet again as you carried a small box full of ornaments and decorations up the wooden stairs to your room? Absolutely.
Gale was already cooking. They all knew the very moment you entered the room with it that the tree someone had brought up in the meantime was your doing. And now, while the others were getting ready to rest for the day, you began decorating the room as if you didnât have a care in the world. And for just a moment, you pretended you didnât.
You spotted Astarion glancing at you from the corners of your eye. Heâd crossed his arms before his chest, looking as handsome as ever and even more so now with his hair still a little damp from getting the dust of the road off of him.
âNeed something?â You smiled, noticing how he admired the pine cones dipped in molten silver and the delicious-smelling orange slices on the tree for just a second too long. The straw stars you were specifically proud of as you stood on your tiptoes and stretched to put the biggest one on the tip of the tree, completing your masterwork.
âOh, donât mind me⊠Iâm just enjoying the show.â
You blinked at him, gnashing your teeth as you felt a treacherous heat creeping up your cheeks, for his gaze was by no means fixed on the tree anymore but your behind. At times it was still hard to believe this incredible elf was attracted to you of all people.
âIs this really necessary? I mean, really? Youâre wasting our time and energy on decorating a tree?â
âHey⊠we wonât know yet if thatâs our last Christmas. I donât mean to be pessimistic but you know just as well as I do that there is a good chance we wonât make it out of this alive. I might as well enjoy the little things until⊠I canât. You never know. Besides, this is the first time in weeks weâre sleeping with a roof over our heads. We have beds and a fireplace. I would be silly not to decorate a little, especially with a recent murder right next door.â
âWell⊠I suppose⊠but donât expect me to help you.â
âI wouldnât dream of it, oh fangy one! Iâm actually done and it looks absolutely amazing, if I may say so.â
Astarion scoffedâplayfully so. It was then Halsin joined, admiring your tree up close with a second portion of stew in his hands.
âWell, I think it looks beautiful. Thereâs no better way to get into the festive spirit than with a little bit of nature in oneâs home.â
You fought hard to hide the chuckle bubbling up your throat when Astarion rolled his eyes as soon as the druid turned away again.
âThe man really canât shut up about enjoying the freedom of natureâs gifts.â
You couldnât help it. You burst out laughing. Needless to say, your companionsâ shocked expressions made you cackle even more but perhaps the surprise on Astarionâs face was what brought you even more joy than the way he had mimicked Halsin.
âIn the end, it wonât be the mind flayers who kill me. Itâll be you,â you choked out, wiping your eyes with the ball of your thumb. Gods, you were actually crying from laughter.
There was only one piece of decoration left in the box nowâit was a dew-fresh mistletoe complete with a red ribbon. And you knew just where to put it.
With a smile, you danced over to Astarion and held the green plant above your head. The vampire spawn looked up, confused and flustered both at the same time.
âWanna know what my favourite Yule tradition is?â
âIâm sure youâre about to tell me,â he purred.
âWhenever two souls are caught under the mistletoe, they have to kiss.â
âDo they now?â
You grinned.
âWell⊠in that case, we better not risk the wrath of whatever god came up with it.â
âThat would be Frigg, wife of Odin and mother of Baldur who never wanted the mistletoe to be forgotten again after Lokiââ You didnât manage to finish your sentence for in the next moment, Astarion pulled you close and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was a promise and a reward, a display of affection⊠and a small gesture of care warming your heart.
âHow do you always do that?â you murmured against his mouth, breaking the kiss just long enough to draw a deep breath. âLeave me wanting for more? Tempting me?â
âTempting you, hmm? Well⊠You know what they say⊠the only way to cure a temptation⊠is to give in to it.â
A little squeak escaped your lips before you could stop yourself. You pressed your lips together to a thin line, eyes wide as your hand flew up to your mouth to cover it. But of course, Astarion had heard you. Amused, he quirked an eyebrow.
âWhat was that?â
âN-nothing.â
âReally? Because I think I heard quite the delectable little noise coming from your lips just now.â
âN-no. Oh gods, you have to stop this. I will melt, Astarion. I will literally melt and then you can go get a mop and wipe me up!â
Astarion laughed, surprise mixing with delight. âOh, darling, I could go all night⊠as you well know,â he purred.
Another squeak. Heâd caught on to it now, of courseâthat the reason for those inhumane sounds escaping your body was all his doing. Oh, for fuckâs sakeâŠ
âOkay, thatâs it.â Arms akimbo, you narrowed your eyes at him. You were all but flustered when you grabbed the collar of his shirt with such vigour, the tiniest hint of surprise and hesitation flittered across his face before his smug smirk returned and you kissed him yet again, longer and more passionately this time.
âYou really will be the death of meâ you breathed against his lips. âItâs a nice way to go though, I wonât complain.â The urge to rip off his clothes there and then grew stronger with every passing second. You knew he wasnât ready yet, despite his relentless teasing and youâd be the last person to push him but⊠judging by how he wrapped his arms around your waist yet again and pressed you closer to his body yet again, a heartfelt kiss was never off limits.
You sighed against his lips, the mistletoe dropping to the ground. Only the gods knew what would have happened if you had not been interrupted despite your fellow companions still in the room but alas, the door burst open with a bang so loud you both flinched.
âThis⊠is⊠AWESOME!â When Karlach entered the room, she was wearing the ugliest Yule sweater you had ever seen. Tinsel and two baubles were hanging from her horn and in her hands, she held a massive candy cane and a mug of what you assumed was eggnog. âI LOVE Christmas! Oh, you got us a tree! We should go and buy presents for each other to unwrap tomorrow!â
âKarlach, please, itâs late and Iâm tired,â Astarion complained.
âFiiiine, tomorrow morning then. A kid downstairs just told me about this fat guy called Santa who climbs through the chimney and puts gifts under the tree if you leave him cookies and milk. Do we have cookies and milk? We have to get cookies and milk!â
You laughed. In that case⊠you certainly had a long night ahead of you before you could get a good nightâs sleep.
Everyone was fast asleep by the time you got up and tiptoed across the cool floorboards on naked feet in the dark, past the crackling fire in the centre of the warm and cosy room, and toward Astarionâs bed. You could hear the wind blowing outside the tavern in the dead of night as you climbed under the covers and cuddled up to your lover who had, without a doubt, been expecting you. Astarion wrapped you in his arms, his lips grazing your bare neck ever so slightly.
âHello, darling.â
At peace and content, you both listened to the instruments Gale enchanted to play quiet music to lull you all to sleep.
âWell, arenât you brave, revealing your lovely neck to a vampire like that?â
You chuckled into his pillow, stretching even more.
âYou know⊠I think weâre past the point now where I have to tell you each night that you can⊠I mean⊠if youâre hungry just⊠feed on me, alright?â
âR-Right.â For a moment, a both vulnerable and surprised expression washed over his handsome faceâbut it was gone before your memory could properly capture it, not to mention the darkness around you made that very difficult. He was so incredibly good at masking his feelings, that you longed to cuddle the shit out of him and tell him that it was all going to be okay. âWell⊠Iâve only just learned how wonderful it feels to have a choice and have your boundaries respected, all thanks to you. Iâd actually prefer if you asked.â
So instead, you settled for wriggling yourself under the covers until he stirred.
âThatâs⊠thatâs good. Thatâs very good,â you whispered as you cuddled up to him even more.
âSo? Canât you sleep or are you just too excited until morning to see me again, love?â
You chuckled. âYour bed is more comfortable than mine.â
In the dark, it was hard to tell whether Astarionâs confusion was real or feigned. It was amusing nonetheless. âYou will find that all the beds in this room are the same, pet.â
âNo. No they arenât. Mine doesnât have you in it.â
âOh⊠my cheeky little pup.â
Your chuckle turned into a childish giggle as a jolt of electricity rippled through you as if Gale had hit you with a lightning blast.
âYou know exactly what youâre doing to me, donât you?â you whispered.
Astarion hummed in response. âWell⊠yes. Though I have to admit I have never met anyone displaying their excitement as openly as you, darling.â
âIâll make sure to never stop. Merry Christmas, Astarion.â
The vampire spawn sighed when you shuffled even closer and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek.
âMerry Christmas, love.â
A/N: And Merry Christmas to you all as well! â„ I had to dedicate this year's Christmas Imagine to Astarion. I fell so hard for him thanks to Neil, it's insane. I hope you'll spend some lovely days with your loved ones! â„
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