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punkshort · 3 days

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ikwya is so good!!! if u have time i would love to see their relationship before they were officially together or the night they became official. but you are so talented can’t wait for the next update!:)

Yes! Love this idea, thank you for requesting! I won't end up writing and posting this until the last chapter is posted because I have a few other things I need to work on first so I really hope you liked how it ended ❤️

Stubborn

An I Know Who You Are drabble

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings: language, smut (18+ MDNI), fluff, feelings

WC: 1.4K

Joel's fingers dug into your hips as he slammed into you, eliciting a broken moan each time his thighs collided with the backs of yours. He was close, and so were you, but he didn't want it to end just yet because he knew when it was over, you would be gone.

"Joel," you whined, your voice muffled by the sheets. You frantically reached behind you to grab his wrist and he allowed himself drop down, pushing your hips into the mattress in the process with his chest pressing against your back. You found yourself face down, flat and completely confined by his body. He nipped and sucked on the side of your neck, hoping to leave a mark, while his coarse beard dragged over your soft skin.

"How's that feel, baby?" he groaned in your ear, squeezing his eyes shut when you pulsed around him.

"So good," you gasped, "so deep like this."

"I know," he murmured, biting down on his lip when he felt the familiar pull low in his belly. "Fuck, I know. So goddamn tight."

"Oh, my god!" you cried out, your arm flailing around aimlessly, trying to find something to hold onto. He grabbed your hand and laced your fingers together while maintaining a brutal pace with his hips until he felt you gush around him, curses and sobs tumbling weakly from your lips, your fingers clutching his so tightly it almost hurt.

"That's it," he praised, feeling his own climax swelling. "So good, baby. S-so good. All mine, right?"

"Mhmm."

"Say it," he commanded through gritted teeth.

"I'm yours," you mumbled weakly, still recovering from your orgasm.

That was all Joel needed to hear. He yanked his hips back, making you yelp from how roughly he pulled out, and gripped the base of his cock, stroking it until he came all over your back. Hot, white ropes of his seed painted your sweaty skin until a shiver ran down his spine.

"Shit," he whispered, gasping for air and staring down blankly at your back, watching as his spend slowly dripped over your sides. Not feeling very confident he could stand and walk to the bathroom, he leaned over to grab a bandana from his jeans pocket and wiped up his mess. You instantly pushed your knees down, lifting your lower half from the mattress, but his hand was at your back, pressing you down. You complied and he laid down on top of you, wiggling your ass underneath him with a giggle but he just smiled and closed his eyes, drinking in your scent.

"Joel, I don't think I can do round two."

"Not lookin' for round two," he mumbled, planting a kiss against your shoulder. He slid his palm down your forearm and threaded your fingers together again, enjoying the moment before it became too intimate and you began to writhe, shaking his hand loose.

"I gotta get going," you said, still pinned down by his weight.

"Why?"

You gave him a dry laugh. "Why? Because I'm tired and I want to go home."

"You can stay here."

"Joel..."

"C'mon, can we please stop this?" Joel asked, but he rolled off you anyway. He wasn't going to force you. You sighed and turned around, sitting up in bed and raking your fingers through your hair.

"What difference does it make? Everyone knows we're messing around, no one's going to make a move on me, if that's what you're worried about."

"Exactly. What difference does it make if you just stay the goddamn night once in a while? Quit bein' so stubborn," he rubbed his eyes, trying to mask his frustration.

You sighed and looked down at him, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you thought it over.

"Does it really mean that much to you?"

He dropped his hands from his face, eyes locking with yours. "Yes."

With an exasperated groan, you flicked the sheets open so you could settle in between them and rested your head on the pillow. "Alright, then."

"Really?"

"Just this once, and only because I'm exhausted," you said, eyes already closed. You wrapped your arms around your pillow with a sigh while he laid there, still staring at you.

"What if I don't want it to just be this once?" he asked softly. You cracked open one eye but didn't say anything. "What if I wanted more than just messin' around?" he added, scanning your face for any sign that you felt the same way. You had to.

He expected you to maybe get annoyed or possibly make a joke and go to sleep, but what he certainly didn't expect was for your eyes to suddenly fill with tears. His own eyes widened and he inched forward, reaching for your hand, when, much to his surprise, you met him halfway.

"I'm not a good person, Joel. I've done some terrible things," you whispered brokenly, and his chest tightened. If you only knew.

"We've all done bad shit to survive," he said, squeezing your hand.

"I've killed innocent people," you sniffled, "I've stood by and watched children-"

"Hey," he said, cutting you off, "so have I. But that don't mean we shouldn't be allowed to be happy, right?"

"I don't know. Maybe it does." It broke his heart seeing you so distraught. All he wanted to do was take your pain and shove it deep down with his own. You didn't deserve to suffer. As much as you thought otherwise, you deserved something good out of this world, and he desperately wanted to be the one to share that with you.

"C'mere," he whispered, tugging on your hand. You hesitated for a moment before sliding across the sheets and into his waiting arms. He held you close against his chest and buried his nose in your hair, trying to think of the right thing to say. "Not everythin' is black and white anymore," he began, "we do what we do to survive and protect the people we love. You ain't a bad person, baby," he planted a kiss on the top of your head and he could feel your silent tears seeping into his skin. "Is that why you've been pullin' away from me all this time? You think you don't deserve to be happy?"

He felt your shoulders shift with a little shrug and then you mumbled into his skin, "that, and maybe I'm too fucking terrified to risk losing someone I care about again."

His breath caught in his throat. You cared about him. "I ain't goin' anywhere," he said firmly, then hooked his finger under your chin, forcing your face away from his bare chest.

"You promise?" you whispered, and the way you looked so vulnerable in that moment made him weak. He swallowed thickly and nodded.

"Yeah, I promise."

You slowly carded your fingers through his hair, admiring how each curl fell back into place. "So how much more are we talking, here?" you asked, your voice sounding normal again, but he could hear the teasing lilt behind your words. He grinned.

"Oh, I want it all," he told you, watching the corners of your mouth twitch. "I wanna take candlelit baths together and hold hands while we're walkin' down the street. I wanna dance with you in front of the whole damn town and carry you home when you drink too much." You giggled and wiped the last of your tears away while his grip around your middle tightened. "I wanna take care of you when you're sick. I wanna fight 'bout stupid shit just so we can make up. But mostly I just wanna be there. When you're happy, sad, pissed off, excited... I just wanna be the one you come to, no matter what." He watched your expression soften a bit and he pinched your chin. "Think we can do that?"

You sighed and dramatically rolled your eyes. "I'm not really a bath person."

"We can negotiate that one."

You pretended to think about it for a moment, biting back your smile before nodding. You squealed when he rolled over and caged you in underneath him, his mouth crashing down on yours while his heart slammed excitedly in his chest. You wanted him, you wanted him. Then you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer, his half hard cock rubbing against your center, making you both moan.

"Okay, I think I'm ready for round two," you told him with a grin.

#ask #ikwya fic #drabble #joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic #joel the last of us #joel miller smut #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller series #joel miller angst #joel miller fluff #joel miller x reader #pedro pascal characters fanfiction #pedro pascal #the last of us hbo #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us

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dragon-ascent · 3 days

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When you tease Zhongli too much, the poor fellow thinks turning into Chonkli would garner some pity and mercy from you.

He doesn't realise that huddling in the corner like a sad wet cat only spurs you on. He'd give you the sweetest little puppy eyes, but that won't save him from getting called the goofiest nicknames you can think of. Stinky McFlufferson can whine and floof up all he wants; he's still getting (affectionately) bullied.

Then he steps it up a bit by growling, standing on his hind legs with his forelegs raised up like a red panda's. ...He's about as intimidating as a newborn bunny, so you can simply point and laugh more.

Alright. Time to switch tactics. He grows into his elongated, regal dragon form, his head alone towering over you. He coils up around you so you have nowhere to run, watching intently as you stare back in shock, engulfed by just his shadow. To get the point across, he softly grrrrs.

"S-Scary!" You crouch down, closing your eyes. "Don't eat me! Waaaaaaah!"

He quickly turns back to normal and holds you close for the rest of the day, apologising again and again for frightening you so.

#sini writes #zhongli #genshin impact #zhongli x reader #fluff #drabble #chonkli #dragon

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cute-sucker · 3 days

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Rafe x chubby!reader, who likes wearing hyper feminine clothes and cute makeup and Rafe always likes teasing her about it but he actually loves her and finds her to be so adorable <333

chubby!reader is the cutest.

rafe can't stop himself from always touching you, he's always touching the hem of your dress, or a slight touch on your shoulder, or burrowing his head into your lap. he just always has to be near you, and you like the feeling of having him close.

he loved everything about you, getting you necklaces with his initials on it, and literally kissing you every single moment you looked at him. one point you guys were at a event, and you had to stop him.

"rafe? people are looking," you murmured out, your voice quiet as you tried to inch away from him, pretending that you weren't melting into his embrace. instead rafe looked at you like you were crazy.

"so what? huh, they're jealous," he muttered back, before cupping your chin to give you a swoon-worthy kiss, and you let him hold you like that.

honestly, at a certain point all the kooks are used to it. it's rafe cameron and his cute chubby girlfriend wearing all the pretty pink stuff, along with all this cute makeup.

and sure, rafe can be sweet, but he loved teasing you. it was one of his favorite things, holding something as he watches you flush with his words.

you're wearing a flowy pink sundress, and somehow he always finds himself sneaking a comment about how gorgoeous you look. you love it, but at the same time you can't take the teasing becuase you looked like a crazy women trying kiss him every single time he compliements you. the worst thing in the world is when you ask him for more clothes.

he's groaning and moaning at the store, watching you prance around looking for the nicer stuff. he's handing you his credit card, but the minute you walk in with your clothes, he can't keep his eyes off you.

you're at the checkout, glowing with happiness holding your pink top, and suddenly he gruffly asks the saleswomen for ten more of the same thing.

"rafe? i don't need ten more of the same thing."

"different colors."

that's his answer, a gruff short answer, as he glares. somehow you want to tease him, tilting your head a cheesy smile on your face, "why do i need ten versions of that top?"

finally he stops avoiding your eyes, and drops his gaze on you, so intense that you feel the need to shiver, "because you look so goddamn gorgeous in it. can't i treat you?"

so you let him get it for you, holding his hand and not shying away from any hold when you grab his face for a kiss.

he looks dumbfounded when you let go, hand caressing your jaw, "what's that for, huh?"

"it's a thank you."

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 days

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the girl next door 27

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, manipulation, chronic illness, noncon/dubcon, coercion, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: A new neighbour moves in and upends your already disarrayed life.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself.

This lewk but silverfox

“Holly,” Steve approaches your mother, “hey, did you use your inhaler?”

Your mom drones and tries to shoo him away weakly, “sleeping.”

“Honey,” he sickens the sweetness in his voice, “we need to make sure you’re keeping up on your meds.”

“I told ya, leave me alone,” she swings her arm out, her eyes closed as she reclines against the cushy sectional.

Steve catches her wrist and squeezes. Your mom winces and cries out, her eyes snapping open, “that’s not how you talk to your husband. Now, honey,” he bends down to look her in the face, “is this how you want to start our marriage or do you want to get up and take your medicine like a big girl?”

His tone has chills coursing through you. He’s angry and you suspect not only at your mom. He has to understand, her illness makes her irritable.

“Ow, ooh, I will,” your mom sits up, “I’m sorry, I...” her eyes search around frantically, “she was supposed to get them for me.”

“Mm,” he lets her go, almost shoving her arm away from him as he stands straight. As he turns to face you, you cower. “I’ll get it," he snarls.

He marches toward you and for a moment, you think he might grab you too. You barely get out of his way as he storms past you. You turn and hug yourself as he goes out the door and you watch after him as he charges out the gate.

You raise your shoulders almost to your ears as you face your mom, “I’m sorry--”

“Just go away,” she falls back and sniffles, “you’re ruining everything.” She sighs tragically, “he isn’t like this when you’re not around. You just--” she growls and shakes her head, hiding under her hand, “you get in everyone’s way.”

Your lip trembles and your eyes tinge. You don’t know what you did. You’ve ruined everyone’s day without even trying.

She groans and sits forward, shaking her head as she strains to reach the coffee you left for her. You rush over to help her and put it in her reaching hands. She sneers over the brim and tastes it.

“It’s cold,” she snarls.

“You were sleeping--”

“So?” She spits and sloshes it towards you, then puffs in exasperation as it spills down her fingers, “why are you always making such a mess?” She starts to shake intensely, “god, take it, take it!” You take the cup as she cries shrilly, “look at what you did!”

“Mom, I’m sorry.”

“Get away from me right now,” she snaps and falls back again, crossing her arms over her head. She begins to weep as her body convulses, “you don’t know what it’s like to be so sick. You just... do nothing and stare at me.”

You back up as the front door opens as Steve returns. You look over at him with the dripping coffee cup. He looks slightly confused as he nears your mom on the couch.

“Honey, what’s going on?”

“Oh, Steve,” she moans, “I feel so bad.”

“Well, of course you do,” his tenor remains rigid, “you didn’t take your meds. You gotta start keeping track.” He sets down her inhaler and a bottle of pills. He hooks his arms around her and makes her sit up. “So, you’re going to take your medicine and stop whining.”

“It’s not my fault,” she whimpers.

“Just take it,” he huffs as he swipes up her inhaler and holds it before her.

She shakily reaches for it and you back away, suffocating in the thick air. You turn and go to the kitchen. You dump the coffee down the sink and wash the mug and your hands. You put it back where you found it and close the cupboard.

“Hey, sweetie,” Steve startles you as much with his sudden appearance as with his change in tone. “Mom’s all taken care of. We’ll give her a little to let it kick in then we can have a nice pool day. Together.”

You look at him with wide eyes. What?

“Oh, you know, I left everything in the car, wanna help me with it?”

“The car?” You wonder aloud as you glance back and forth.

“Yeah, grabbed a few things on my way back,” he says, “so, you think you can do the heavy lifting for me?” You blink and he chuckles, “kidding, just a few shopping bags.”

“Ah,” you exhale and nod. “Sure.”

You slowly cross the tile and he gestures for you to go ahead of him. He follows and as you pass the living room, your mother slouches down, head hanging forward as she grumbles. You go out into the sunshine and trod along the straight path to the gate. You go around to Steve’s car as he pops the trunk with the button on his keys.

“I needed a few things for the house, you know? Make it more homey for all of us,” he explains as he grabs two bags, “and I may have made some impulse purchases.”

“Oh,” you grab the other two bags and lift them out.

“Well, aren’t you curious? Maybe I got you a surprise,” he suggests.

“You did?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see, huh? Wouldn’t be a surprise if I just told you.”

“Yeah, I guess,” you agree.

Again, he waits for you to lead. You go back to the house and peek over as you pass the living room. Your mom’s eyes are closed again. You slow as you near the kitchen.

“Um...” you stop and look around as Steve barely keeps from colliding with you.

“In the dining room, we’ll sort it at the table.”

“Oh, okay.”

You veer through the archway and set the bags on the polished wood. He does the same, standing close as he opens the top of a paper bag. He reaches inside as he smiles. You’re confused. A few minutes ago he was so angry and now, it’s like nothing even happened.

“You like this?” He takes out a light switch cover with daisies on it, “figured we could doll up your room a bit. It reminded me of you.”

“Oh sure,” you shrug.

“And I got some more bedding, just so you have some extra. I know the bed here is bigger than yours but just thought we could toss the old one,” he takes out a package with pink polka dot sheets. “Hope you like them.”

“Pretty,” you comment.

“And this was pretty neat,” he takes out something bigger. It’s a little lamp shaped like a tulip, “you like flowers.”

“Yeah, I... do.” You look at the bags and peer inside one. “Is there anything for mom?”

“Of course,” he scoffs, “but sweetie, we can show her later. There is one big surprise...” he looks at each bag, “that one.”

He points and you look at the bag near the edge of the table. You pull it closer and open the top warily. You peer into it and frown.

“It’s pink!” He gives a hint.

You see pink and white checkers to the bottom of the bag. You reach and grasp the fabric and lift it out. You let it hang from your fingers and bring your other hand up to examine it. It’s a bikini top, a halter cut with knots behind the neck and around the front of the chest. You just stare at it.

“You said you didn’t have a suit so I got you one,” he announces proudly and reaches into the bag as he steps closer, “so you can have a swim.”

He pulls out the other piece. The bottoms don’t offer much more coverage, the sides tied in a similar fashion at the top. You teethe your lip.

“Um, I don’t know if it’ll fit.”

“It should,” he looks at the fabric, “I did my best to estimate but... well, only one way to find out.”You glance up at him and bat your lashes, “gotta try it on,” he beams.

You gulp and he holds out the bottoms. You reluctantly accept them and press them in your hands with the top. You lower your chin and back up.

“Ummm,” you murmur. You don’t want to seem ungrateful. Your mother’s chides ring behind your ears as your mouth goes gritty and dry like sand, “thank you.”

“Why don’t you get it on and I’ll get mom out on the deck. I think the sunshine will do her well.”

“Okay,” you babble.

You retreat with numb steps, staring at the bikini. You only ever wore one pieces but you hadn’t had a bathing suit since middle school. You walk down the hall to the half-bath and lock yourself in. You can lie and say it doesn’t fit. No, you’re not good at fibbing and he did go to all that trouble.

It takes a few minutes to make yourself undress and even longer to get into the suit. You notice the top is a larger than the bottoms. The latter are easy enough but the top is weird and you have to retie the top knot behind your neck several times until you feel relatively secure. You refuse a look in the mirror as you adjust the fabric around your chest. Ugh! Stupid things.

“Sweetie,” a gentle tap sounds at the door. “You okay? Need some help?”

“No,” you call back, “I’m... okay.”

“Does it fit?”

“I think,” you reply.

“Well, can I see? Best to get a second opinion right?” He says.

“I... uh,” you stammer. The idea of anyone, not just him, seeing you, has you on fire. Maybe if he sees how bad it looks, he’ll let you just go in your room and never come out. “Alright.”

Your fingers are clumsy as you unlock the door handle. You pull it open slowly and peek out through the narrow slit. Steve stands against the wall, waiting. He smiles.

“It’s all good, sweetie, just me,” he puts his hands up.

“Um, alright, I don’t... I don’t think it’s right.”

You step out, one leg, then half your body, now the full view. You stand in front of the door, still slightly inside the bathroom. You look up at the ceiling as you hear the breath flow from him.

“Oh wow,” he utters.

“I know, it’s too small.”

“Sweetie,” he says, “it looks great on you.” He shifts on his feet, “I just gotta get my trunks on, how about I meet you out there?”

You keep your eyes past him, too embarrassed to make eye contact. You nod and turn back to grab your clothes, hugging them against you as you come back out. You tiptoe down the hall away from him.

“Don’t forget sunscreen, sweetie, I left some out there. Let me know if you need me to get your back.”

“Kay,” you toss over your shoulder as you hurry away. If you stay in the water, you’ll be fine.

#steve rogers #dark steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #drabble #series #the girl next door #au #silverfox au #mcu #marvel #captain america #avengers

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prettypinkprincessa · 11 hours

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Sukuna with a clingy reader.

You’re adorable. You’re sweet, cute, and all kinds of things, but he will never admit that.

Everywhere he goes you seem to follow along, like a second shadow.

“Where you going, kuna?” You’d ask while getting up and following him towards your shared bedroom door, looking up at his intimidating eyes with nothing but admiration.

“None of your business, stay here.” he’d demand, sternly. You huffed and looked away, an obvious pout written on your face.

“It’s not fair how you get to tell me what to do.”

He ignores you and walks out to the kitchen, and you follow right along even when he told you not to.

“You don’t listen do you brat?” He snarls.

“What do you need out here anyway?” You ask, completely disregarding his mean question.

“Food. I’m hungry.”

“Can we cook something together?!” You ask excitingly. Wide smile and cute eyes glistening. He can’t help but stare at you, admire everything about you.

“No. I’ll cook by myself.” He says, still squinting his eyes down at you because you’re just too cute.

A tiny pout appears on your face and your eyebrows furrow, looking up at him with those puppy eyes that he can never resist.

“Please?”

Fuck.

He’s lost it. He can’t believe that he’s letting someone as pathetic as yourself wrap him along your little finger.

He scoffs and looks away, an obvious tint of pink plastered on his cheeks.

“Fine, whatever. Grab the flour.”

You smile and hop over to get what he told you to, your cute ass bouncing under his huge shirt.

He can pretend to not love your clinginess all he wants, but he really can’t live without it.

#fanfic #fypツ #tumblr fyp #fyp #jujutsu sukuna #sukuna x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #drabble #blurb

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cod-dump · 3 days

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Just played some MWII (2009) last night, shot Soap in the ass by accident because I saw sudden movement.

And then I proceeded to get nailed by a snow mobile.

Captain MacTavish having to write a report on how he ended up with a bullet in the ass and why Roach got knocked into next week by a snow mobile. It’s funny now, looking back at it, but in that moment it was so fucking embarrassing having to take note what happened.

Ghost wouldn’t stop laughing when he got all the information on what happened, in tears because he’s laughing so hard. Best part (for Ghost) is that Soap isn’t even sitting properly yet, which just adds to the humor of it all.

It may have been embarrassing for the two of them, but at least someone got a much needed laugh.

#i wheezed so fucking hard #call of duty #modern warfare #mw 2009 #ask #thanks for the ask <3 #john soap mactavish #gary roach sanderson #simon ghost riley #drabble

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briarberrythornedhart · 3 days

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Just Friends Just Catching Feelings

Everyone else had left.

Eddie looked at you. Asleep, curled up on his couch with your head on his thigh for a pillow.

You’d fallen asleep somehow during Poltergeist 2. One minute you had your face covered and were jumping at every sound and then you were out like a light!

Eddie didn’t want to wake you up - he didn't want you to leave.

You’d declared you were gonna be best of friends after knowing him for what?? 2 hours.

His friend.

Just resting your head so innocently on him - one hand shoved under his thigh to keep warm, presumably. Like it was no big thing.

And it wasn’t, he guessed, for you. Probably did this with any and all friends? Got all close and snuggly?

He imagined his other friends falling asleep on his lap - Gareth? Jeff? He’d have pushed them off the couch and laughed at them. Teased them that they should take him out to dinner first.

If it had been Steve he’d have figured it was a come on and asked him out to dinner first.

But it was you. So he was trying to figure out if it was better to let you sleep on the couch or, carry you to his room and sleep on the couch himself.

Like a gentleman.

But it was you.

So he was wishing you didn’t just want to be friends.

But it was you.

And so he’d pulled the blanket you’d stolen off his bed because you were ‘chilly’ up over your shoulder and let his hand stay there.

You turned, flipped on your back with a murmur, which made his hand — that was completely innocent on your shoulder — slide to your chest and touch your nipple. He froze. He felt it through your shirt against his fingers.

His fingers WANTED to find the tender parts of you. He knew he should stop and pull his hand away but he caressed you with his thumb instead And Felt So Forbiddon and Pervy but also - Because it was YOU he didn’t stop.

Only when he drew his hand away to place it across the couch back and pretend this never happened - you opened your eyes and looked at him and he felt his face go hot and red.

“Hey s-sleepyhead.” He stuttered out.

“It’s okay, you know.” you said. Your face was all pink and you sounded nervous too.

“Uh... what’s okay?” Eddie didn’t want to play dumb but maybe you were still partially asleep? Maybe you didn’t feel his hand on you?

“It’s - like - No big deal if you touch me. I was the one who cuddled up to you. So it’s totally cool. If you don’t mind that I Feel Things.”

“What do you mean...feel things?” Because. Eddie felt things too. The hairs on the back of his neck and the heat from your head on his thigh and his dick ignoring the JUST friends RULES and getting hard and reaching for you.

“I -I mean. Like if you touch me then I’m gonna get turned on.” You stuttered.

But it was you.

And he didn’t just want to make you horny. He Absolutely did want that - but not NOT JUST that.

“I shouldn’t have...like... felt you up.” Eddie started. “I'm sorry.”

“It was an accident?” Your eyes went wide. Eddie knew he’d fucked up somehow. Again.

Eddie thought about Bob Ross “It was a happy accident.”

You sat up and laid a kiss on his surprised face. “That was on purpose.”

#eddie munson x reader #bisexual eddie munson #drabble #movie night #cw dubious consent

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swordsandholly · 2 days

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18+ | MDNI

Thinking about Simon who ends up dating a plus size fashion blogger

You have to train him how to take good pictures - god help you. The man still uses a flip phone in 2024. Luckily he has a knack for attention to detail, comes with the job after all, and once you teach him the basics he gets oddly into it.

Goes out of his way to buy a proper camera. Does weeks of research to get the exact right thing to properly capture you. Turns out he actually kind of loves photography. 90% of the camera roll is still you, though. Not just posed photos but candids too.

His favorite is one where he made you laugh with food in your mouth. You hate but as long as it doesn’t get posted anywhere, you suppose it’s fine for him to keep in the back of his wallet.

Most of the men you dated thought it was vapid and stupid. Just a useless hobby. You never thought you’d get someone as supportive as Simon. Beyond supportive. He’s your right hand man.

He convinces you to do a boudoir photo shoot just for him. All dressed up with luxurious lingerie over your soft curves. It definitely doesn’t end with several pictures of his cock down your throat. A few more of your pussy spread open on him, your back arched, ass high. He makes a little black book that lives in the bottom of his deployment duffle.

Simon doesn’t let you post him outside of a picture of your intertwined hands, or holding up some sweet treat you both got on a day out, or a faceless hint at your hunk of a boyfriend in a mirror. You don’t mind much. It still becomes a beloved activity you can do together.

Hate comments are inevitable when you’re a fat woman on the Internet. They usually don’t get to you. Block and move on is your motto. Sometimes, though, on bad days, they sink into your subconscious. That’s okay, Simon’s always there to bring you back to reality. He’ll lay you back on the bed and kiss every part of you, describing each with all the love and care he can muster.

He loves the softness of your jawline. All the extra rolls he can hold and knead with those big hands of his. Loves to spread your thick thighs and bury his face between them. The softness of your skin against his, the pretty little stretch marks that decorate your body. He loves them the way you love his scars - both a part of you. A sign of a life lived.

Above all, Simon loves you. To his very core. He loves keeping a record of you in every phase. Even when you stop posting as much as you age, he keeps taking pictures of you. Over time he lets you take more of him - your home littered with pictures telling a detailed story of your love from beginning to end.

#simon ghost riley #simon x reader #simon riley #simon riley x you #simon ghost smut #simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #reader insert #drabble #plus size reader #fat reader #fem reader #call of duty #cod #ghost cod #cod x reader

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darlingwriter · 3 days

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okay but what about a love-struck simon riley.

patiently putting up with your antics much to the other sergeants' surprise and amusement.

constantly finding reasons to have you on his team during missions, telling a suspicious soap it's because you're "a bloody good shot, tha's all" and totally not because he loves the weary banter with you in the truck bed on the way back.

glaring daggers at a foolish recruit who's dumb enough to make some half-baked remark about the two of you, and then having to endure price's knowing looks whenever the captain sees you two together.

eventually caving one night after a mission, when you and the others are returning from drinks at the local pub. pulling back from the group to walk next to you. internally cursing how fucking good you look right now, cheeks flushed from the cold, smiling up at him like this.

"can we talk?"

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multi-fandom-imagine · 17 hours

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A/n: I love this and I'm very happy I can write something good about Lilith haha.

You never thought that you would fall for the King of Hell and the fact that he felt the same was like a dream come true and then she came back. You were already waiting to pack your things and leave, you kept thinking to yourself. Know matter how much Charlie reassured you, you just kept thinking.

'How can I compete with that?'

While stewing in your thoughts you didn't even hear the clicking of the heels. "How cute."

Hearing the low voice, your eyes went wide spotting the woman. She was incredibly tall, towering over you , long golden hair. You couldn't pull your gaze from her. "Hello." Your voice managed to squeak out as you felt warmth creep up your neck.

Tilting her head to the side, Lilith placed her nail under your chin. "Walk with me dear."

Nodding your head quickly, you did your best to keep up with the woman. Her hand's clasped in front of her. "Charlie told me you've been having these thoughts that Lucifer will leave you for me?"

Nearly slamming into her, you looked up at Lilith as you did your best to stutter out a response. Though she just let out a soft laugh. "You have nothing to worry about dear, that ship as long since sailed." Her lips then pulled into a soft smile as she bend down to you. "I am happy that he found you."

Straightening her form, Lilith then ran her fingers through your hair. "You two will be the perfect couple and I am excited for the wedding and the cute little ones that will follow.You two are very adorable together."

Letting your shoulder's relax you gave her a relived smile. "You don't know how good it is to hear that."

Letting out a laugh, she then grasped your hand in hers. "Now follow me, I will be happy to tell you all the embarrassing stories Lucifer refuses to tell."

Hearing voice's, Lucifer tilted his head to the side spotting you and Lilith laughing though he wanted to know what it was.

"He really? Flew straight into a tree?" You asked, your fingers clutching the glass."

"Yep." Lilith smiled as she took a sip of her own drink.

Biting your lip to stifle your laughter you shifted your body. "That's so funny, he slipped down some stairs in front of me."

"What are you two ladies...uh talking about?" Lucifer slipped into the room.

Humming, Lilith lent back as a small smirk formed on her face. "Oh nothing, just sharing stories...about you."

"W-what?! Me?! Why me?!" Lucifer quickly went to rush to your side pulling you into his chest. "Whatever embarrassing things she told you, it's nothing but lies."

#drabbles #drabble #hazbin hotel #hazbin #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin x reader #hazbin x you #hazbin x y/n #lilith #lilith morningstar #lilith morningstar x reader #lucifer morningstar #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer morningstar x you #lucifer x reader #lucifer x you #lucifer x y/n

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pncessa · 2 days

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little rook — leon kennedy, drabble.

you’ve never liked chess. always thought it was too complicated—too many things to remember. theres also the fact that leon would beat you every game—and quite mercilessly at that. he knows it’s not your favourite. knows you do your best not to show it either, sweetly similar to the way he pretends he’s more interested in the game than he is hearing you laugh—feeling you hit his chest lightly when he stalks you across the board, eating your ‘children’, as you like to call them. he thinks you’re absolutely ridiculous and just sickeningly endearing.

“his name is leon,” you tease, pointing to his black knight piece. “cause you’re my dark knight.”

it’s awfully cheesy, you know that. but you also know your boyfriend is not above cheesy lines. you’re perceptive too; you think he shouldn’t assume you don’t notice the way his lips twitch upwards when you dote on him. leon raises a brow and gives you a gentle laugh, gazing tiredly at your eyes that are always just so full of light. and when you say that god awful line? hell, he almost swears he’s seen that giddy smile in a mirror before—insists he’s heard that tone of voice ringing in his ears so many times over. being around you was like paying tribute to the man he once was. pure. untainted. optimistic. like putting on that blue uniform for the very first time all over again.

“oh yeah?” he gives you an amused sigh, pausing for a moment to examine the board before he points to a piece.

the white rook.

“this one’s you.” leon smirks, eyes still fixed on you as if to gauge out your reaction. you tilt your head in confusion, a slight frown forming on your features.

“the rook? that’s boring.” you pout “the knights better.” leon smiles at your pout before leaning forwards and knocking over the little white rook with his knight, pocketing the fallen piece in one swift motion. “i prefer the rookie.”

it takes you a second to digest what happened—but once you do you scoff through a laugh, struggling to contain the warm swell in your chest. “so cheesy.”

#leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy #re4 leon #resident evil #resident evil 4 remake #leon kennedy x reader #x reader #fluff #headcanons #imagines #drabble #re #re6

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darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor · 2 days

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🏘️girls of paradise AU masterlist🏘️

the girl next door 🏠 steve rogers, silverfox

girls just wanna have fun 🫦 bucky barnes & sam wilson, silverfox

girl on fire ❤️‍🔥 jonathan pine, loki

just a girl 👟 walter marshall, ~andy barber

candy girl 🍭 thor, silverfox

my girl 📖 captain syverson, brother's best friend

girl like you 🔒 lee bodecker, jake jensen

#au #masterlist #series #multifandom #drabble #girls of paradise #thor #loki #jonathan pine #steve rogers #bucky barnes #sam wilson #captain syverson #walter marshall #andy barber #lee bodecker #jake jensen

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eirxair · 3 days

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Always Emrys, always The Immortal One, yet never Merlin. Always the Greatest Sorceror, always The Last Dragon Lord, always the Young Warlock, never Merlin.

Always painted with eyes a startling gold, never with a shade of blue that hosted emotions deeper than the lake of Avalon. Always a Legend, always the Myth, never the Man.

Painted at the right hand of King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table, rather than following the blond clotpole around like a dumb, magic puppy with a tongue sharper than the swords he never could be arsed sharpening.

Merlin looked around the museum exhibit, stiffling what could either be a laugh of amusement or a cry of pure anguish. Why did historians always get it wrong?

Sure, in a way he was Arthur's right hand man, but he preffered to be on the left side of the prince. (So it was harder for his royal pratiness to hit him after he made a cheeky comment.)

Merlin sighed, death by Morgana would have felt a lot more merciful than the intense torture staring at painting after painting depicting him as a decrepit old man worse off than Dragoon, or even worse, a ginger.

It was too much.

Merlin took his phone out of his pocket.

Sighing he bought a fishing net and a bus ticket to the Lake of Avalon. If Merlin was going to be tortured eternally by bad artistry, then so was Arthur, even if he had to fish that prat out of the lake himself, Merlin would find the love of his life again, and he would take him to this horrible exhibition so they could laugh at the bad paintings together.

Always Emrys, always The Immortal One, but with Arthur, he would always be Merlin, (or dickhead, it really depended on the day.)

Who knows, maybe he'd fish out Gwaine and the others too.

Always one side of an ancient coin,

always a self-sacrificing idiot who cosplays as an old man,

always Merlin.

#bad drabble alert #merlin #bbc merlin #bbc merthur #bbc arthur #bbc gwaine #bbc merlin fic #drabble #eirxair writes (badly)#im leaving this here then skedaddling

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cute-sucker · 21 hours

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note: this is a continuation of ex-husband rafe headcannons !! please send requests about this relationship! would love to write more about this <3

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rafe cameron being your ex-husband made nothing easier and you hated every bit of it, specifically when you started to date again. it was like alarms went off in his head, as he started to show up more. you hadn't told anyone about dating anyone, but your therapist had recommended it.

she'd eased you into it, telling you maybe it was time to put yourself out there into the market. you had shook you head, and laughed at the suggestion, who would want you? a single mother with a obsessive ex-husband. but then suddenly you started to consider it. there was nothing wrong with it, so you accidentally brought it up to rafe.

you had been a bit tipsy, after downing a few fruity cocktail at rafe's work party. you still went to them even though the two of you weren't married. you tried not to notice the way rafe was still wearing the golden band around his neck, and the way his hand travelled to the low part of your back.

"hi," you whispered to him, leaning on him. he looked surprised, of course he was, anytime you saw him you were either scolding or glaring at him, and for you to be giving him your prettiest bright smile? that was something.

"hi sweets," he replied back softly adjusting your dress before dropping his gaze to your lips, and quickly back to your eyes. "what's on that pretty mind?"

you giggled, feeling happy as you looked up to him, "i think i'm going to start dating again. i think it will be good for me, what do you think rafe?" you asked him, before sipping your drink again.

you missed the way that rafe's eyes narrowed at your confession or the way his arms got tighter around your waist, hand going up to touch his nose. yet you felt a little unconformable, as you tried to wiggle away from his tight arms.

"yea? what gave you that idea?" he asked you quietly, yet his words felt razor sharp as he gritted his teeth, "who put that silly idea in your head?"

here you frowned, absentmindedly twirling your straw in your pink glass, "um," you started feeling your throat clogg up, "i don't know i thought-? why you think i'm not pretty enough? that i'm ugly now that i've had a baby."

"no, of course now sweets. but i just think it's a bad idea," he said biting his lip, tilting his head in that innocent way. it grated on you, and you rolled your eyes and you felt yourself sober up.

"fuck you cameron. fuck you," you whispered, tears welling up in your eyes, before sniffling and you shoving your drink into his hands.

you tried to forget that. after all the both of you pretended it never happened, practically tip toing after one and other. he still came around once and while, trying to be sweet on you before you muttered something with an annoyed expression to get him off you.

and for a while you didn't see him, untill the day you were going on a date. you had a pretty dress on, dangly earings and a diamond necklace. all dolled up, you absentmindedly hummed under your breath feeling a bit nervous, only to hear the front door click open.

there he was. rafe cameron staring at you as you were making your breakfast. he quickly made away to put his arms around your waist, taking a deep breath of your perfume. "you smell good. all of that for me?" he teased, and you made an uncommitted hum.

"hey baby," he said to your baby girl with an easy smile, winking at your little girl who ran into his arms.

"aww you've grown, haven't ya?" rafe cooed to your little girl who jumped nodding furiously. she was holding some flowers in her hand, and had little pigtails. then she told him she had to show him how high she could jump, and he nodded raising his eyebrows in interest, but you didn't miss the way he scanned you and your party dress.

you wanted to give him a dirty look, but when he made your daughter happy like that there was nothing you could do but smile under your breath hoping that he wouldn't notice. you continued to prepare the pancakes, licking the chocolate batter and tossing in a few blueberries.

finally, he seemed to pluck up the courage to ask you. you felt your body tense up feeling anxious.

"where are you going?" he asked softly, eyes watching you move in the kitchen, "you look too pretty to just be dressed up." you closed your eyes, letting out a tired sigh. you could almost feel your throat clog up as you balled up your fists.

you had to tell him. couldn't lie, because rafe cameron would figure out anything he wanted. there was a reason he was a good business man it was because he continued to go for what he wanted leaving other things in the process.

"i have a date today," you said slowly, sprinkling powdered sugar on the warm pancakes, and before he could open his mouth you quickly started to speak again, "daisy, come in sweetie! breakfast is ready."

the look he gave you told you things were not done.

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"so who's the guy?" he asks you with a measured look, and you try to ignore the way he's gritting his jaw, and the way he's eying you in that predatory way.

you sighed, putting away your plates. daisy is gone playing with the new toy that daddy got for her. how convenient, you thought, it was almost as if what was going to happen. as if he had planned this all.

"just a random guy."

"lucky guy."

"alright, rafe, just say it!" you hissed out, spinning to look him the eye. "just say what you came for."

rafe closed his eyes, running a hand over his hair, "listen. if it was up to me you would live with me, we'd still be married, and there would be a random guy!"

"well good thing it's not up to you then huh?" you spat back, pointing an accusiatory finger to his chest, "you made a decision when we were married. you. not me. you were gone for nights and nights for work, it felt as if i was drowning and, you screwed this up."

"you think i don't know that?" rafe muttered back, throwing his hands in the air, "you think i don't wake up every day knowing i lost the best woman in my life."

you felt tears well up in your eyes, "no, you can't say that. you can't say something like that. not after everything."

"fine. have fun in with your date."

and then he's gone again leaving you with your shattered heart.

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rafe cameron being your ex-husband made nothing easier yet when you came back that night crying over the phone, telling him how he screwed up everything for you, he still picked up. he came over, nursing you back to health, his soothing warm hands on your back as you sobbed into his chest.

the two of you stay like that, a parallel of what could have been.

taglist: @bouearis , @kys4-20 , @rafeecameronsbitch , @mrsbarnesblog , @slytherins-heir

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 days

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candy girl 2

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as cheating, age gap, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: as you’re about to take the next step with your boyfriend, doubts begin to arise. (short!plus!reader)

Characters: Thor (boyfriend’s dad/silverfox)

You sit on Magni’s bed, your back to the wall as the noise of an engine revving comes from the sound bar vibrating under the large television at the other end of the room. He hunches over the controller as he races his digitized foes and you try to see the race around him. You’re dead board and all that grease is making you sleepy.

You yawn and check the time, looking for some segue to get out of there. He swears at the screen and throws the controller, giving you a start. He’s so wrapped up in that game, he might not even notice if you just left.

“Woah, Mag, it’s just a game,” you sit forward with a nervous giggle and eyes the screen, “second isn’t too bad.”

“Second won’t get me the trophy,” he sneers.

You get on your knees and crawl across the bed, reaching for him. As you touch his shoulder, he stands kicks the rolling chair by his gaming desk. You wince and sit back on your heels.

“Mag, chill out,” you whine.

“Don’t tell me to fu--”

“Getting late,” Mr. Odinson’s voice cuts through his son’s as he pushes the door fully ajar. You made sure to keep it halfway open.

“Uh, yeah,” you turn and bounce across the bed, thankful for the interruption. When Magni gets like this, he’s scary. And for what? Some Forza? “I should head out.”

“Mm, driving home in the dark isn’t very safe,” Mr. Odinson comments, “you don’t have to go.”

You flick your lashes and give a strained smile, glancing over at Magni. You’re definitely not bold enough to stay the night with his father there. You search around and grab your bag from where it hangs from a dresser knob.

“Really, I should just head out,” you insist, “you two, enjoy the leftovers.”

“Well, er, I made up the couch in case...” Mr. Odinson begins and shrugs with one arm, “I just thought, well, you’ve worked all day and--”

“God, dad, you’re lame,” Magni puffs, “she can just stay in here.”

You yawn and your hips ache. You can feel a day of driving throbbing at the base of your spine. You don’t really want to make the thirty-minute drive home. The couch is a happy medium.

“Really, thanks, .” you stammer, “if you don’t mind, I will crash on the couch. Gotta be out early though.”

“Great,” he drops his hand, “you know where everything is.”

“Dad,” Magni groans, “why are you even here?”

“Love you too, son,” Mr. Odinson scoffs.

“Um, I’m tired, so I’ll...” you look around, “I’ll lay down. Night, Mag.” You cross the room to offer him a kiss and he rolls his eyes. He leans down and you peck his cheek, turning back as Mr. Odinson looks conveniently at the floor. “Alright, uh, good night then.”

You go out into the hall as Magni grumbles and you hear the noise of him exiting the end screen to start another race. He hardly seems to care about anything beyond his X Box. You trod down to the front room and see the couch neatly made up with a sheet across the cushions, two pillows, and a quilt.

“Wow, thanks,” you say as you put your purse on the end table, “awesome, Mr. Odinson.”

You pull back the blanket and sit, still in your uniform, and stretch your neck. You look at Mr. Odinson as he watches you and give a sheepish grin. Is he expecting something?

“Um, right,” he claps his hands, “I was going to offer, if you needed, something to sleep in? I think one of my shirts might fit.”

You look down at yourself then at him. You shrug. Probably. He is a pretty big guy.

“If you don’t mind, but I can manage,” you assure him.

“Not at all,” he assures and trots off.

You stand as he leaves the room and take off your belt, easing the pressure around your middle. You’re stiff all over. You fish your phone out of your bag and check the time. The battery is about to die. You find your charge and bend over the side of the couch to reach the plug behind the end table. You groan and strain until you manage to hook the prongs into the socket.

You stand and brace your lower back. As you turn around, Mr. Odinson is right there. You wince and let out a strange hiccup in surprise.

“Oh, I didn’t hear you,” you trill, “thanks, Mr. Odinson.”

You take the shirt as he offers it.

“You know you can call me Thor,” he intones, “you’ve been around long enough.”

“I know, it’s... habit, I guess,” you clutch the shirt to your stomach.

“I’ll, er, leave you to it then,” he backs up, “you know where to find me if you need anything.”

“Sure,” you smile and sit down again, stifling another yawn as you tuck your chin down.

“Good night, little one,” he drawls and slowly stalks off, his footsteps creaking down the hardwood.

You wait until you can’t hear him then unfold the shirt. It’s a light weight fabric with a logo on the left side of the chest. Probably one of many. Usually, when you come around, he’s on his way to some gym session or he’s in the basement beating the boxing bag. At his age, he’s a lot more active than you or your peers.

You peel off your uniform shirt and groan as you unhook your bra. Your chest drops heavy and your massage it for a moment. You pull on the fresh shirt and undo the button of your fly, letting out a sigh. Much better.

You reach behind you and shut off the lamp, the house growing dark. You lay down and let yourself deflate. Oh, that’s a nice couch. It’s even better than your bed at home. Everything about the Odinsons’ is nicer; quieter, too.

You jostle onto your side and nestle into the cushions, tucking a hand under the pillows. The stretch in your back muscles feels nice as you bend your legs, one hip popped up as you poke a knee out from under the blanket.

Your eyes close and you welcome the scratchy fatigue that makes your lashes cling. Sleep always comes easily. You’re usually too tired to think and your dreams unfurl in a surreal repetition of reality. You can hear yourself snoring but don’t rouse at the low rumbling.

It isn’t until the pressure settles in your bladder that your eyes open. You’re on your back, the weight of your chest throbbing in your spine. Oof, you don’t usually sleep like that. You pull down your shirt as it’s ridden up your stomach and the blanket pools around your feet, messed in your deep slumber.

You push yourself up and stagger to your feet. You rub your eyes as you come down the hall, the darkness pulsing around you. You look up as you hear the hardwood creak but find the space empty. You near the bathroom and drag your feet inside.

You close the door and tend to your full bladder. As you come back out, you’re hardly more awake. You hear snoring coming from Magni’s room. It must be pretty late if he’s asleep.

A light flicks on, nearly blinding you. You blink over at the open archway into the kitchen. Mr. Odinson’s naked back faces you as he pushes a glass against the fridge filter and the water flows out.

His back is thickly muscled above the waistband of his grey pajamas and a little bit of extra doughiness bulges over the sides. His arms are corded and rounded with strength and his grey hair fans over his broad shoulders. He hardly seems small before the fridge as he leans and drinks the water thirstily.

You tear your intrusive gaze away and head back to the living room. You pull the quilt up as you recline, your pulse thumping behind your ears. You don’t know why. That moment just felt strange. Like you shouldn’t have seen him.

You close your eyes and hum, rolling onto your side once more. The floor creaks and you open your eyes. You yelp as a shadow stands in the doorway. The light flicks on in the hall and Thor stands in its sheen, giving a toothy grin.

“Didn’t mean to frighten,” he still has the glass in hand, “came down to get water and was just checking in.”

“Mm, okay, thanks,” you utter and hug the blanket around, “just surprised me is all.”

“Sorry,” he chuckles, “sleep tight, little one.”

He flips the light off again and you listen to his departure, his feet taking each step decisively. Your adrenaline continues to flow through you. Or maybe you ate too many garlic knots.

#thor #dark thor #dark!thor #thor x reader #magni x reader #drabble #candy girl #series #au #silverfox au #mcu #marvel #avengers

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