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corvianbard · 2 years
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#4527
Beware the raccoon dog And its trickery in the fog That no one can defog.
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damnfandomproblems · 2 months
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Fandom Problem #4527:
Not only is bi men erasure of fictional characters infuriating, but also when fandoms forget bi fanboys exist and are erased as well. Sometimes by the rest of the fandom.
Many times has a gnc female character rolled around and the fanbase says, "This character is for bisexuals only!/This character was made for bisexuals!" Then mere idea of said character having male fans is looked down on or all male fans are told they don't like her the "right" way.
Apparently, bi men aren't allowed to be included in bi fandom spaces, even with all the talk of accepting others.
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sdktrs12 · 8 months
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shiv roy + color palette #4527
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sexylonestar · 6 months
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Nylon # 4527
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lightsoutletsgo · 1 year
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tour diaries - insta au (ln.4)
pairing: lando norris x littlemix!reader synopsis: snapshots of your life as a world famous singer and lando norris' girlfriend so this is kinda niche but I decided to go with little mix like the request said because I love them and their music so I'm gonna use that as a base. that being said, I don't want to use any face or body claims because I want this to be as inclusive as possible!
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Liked by landonorris, perrieedwards and 734,842 others heyitsy/n look who came to visit me in the studio <3 working on some exciting stuff for tour! can't wait to see you all again 🤍 view all 3,274 comments landonorris you sounded amazing danielricciardo did you actually help mate? ↳ landonorris I was extremely helpful actually 😌 ↳ heyitsy/n lies. 🧍‍♀️ he kept touching buttons so they asked him to leave about 5 minutes after I took this pic. ↳ danielricciardo that sounds about right... jadethirlwall huns you're simply not ready for the show we're about to bring ✨ ↳ userfan1 omg omg omg I cannot wait ↳ landoandy/ngoals crying that I'm actually going to this show
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Liked by heyitsy/n, carlossainz55 and 146,724 others landonorris watch out @/heyitsy/n you're not the only musician in this relationship view all 247 comments heyitsy/n sick set bro 🫦 ↳ landonorris I don't appreciate your sarcasm ↳ charlesleclerc I do ❤️ ↳ heyitsy/n ❤️ userfan2 omg lando as opening act on y/n's tour? ↳ heyitsy/n oh my god please don't give him any ideas 🧍‍♀️ ↳ landonorris calling the rest of the girls to ask them now 🏃‍♂️ ↳ heyitsy/n goddamit 😭 ↳ userfan2 NOT THEM ARGUING IN MY REPLIES I- heyitsy/n
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Liked by littlemix, landonorris and 843,162 others heyitsy/n opening night of tour! london you were a dream 🤍 view all 4,972 comments landonorris you were incredible baby ↳ heyitsy/n I love you 🤍 leighannepinnock always love sharing the stage with you 🖤 y/nnoticeme okay no because I realised after the first couple songs I was actually sitting by lando 😭 and I realised when I got home and rewatched my videos you can see and hear him crying during love me or leave me 😭 ↳ heyitsy/n please dm me this right now omg 👀 ↳ landonorris oh god 😭
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Liked by heyitsy/n, maxfewtrell and 227,653 others landonorris look at my baby go! forever proud of you love 🤍 view all 1872 comments maxfewtrell sick show! my ears are still ringing mate ↳ landonorris they're amazing right? danielricciardo are they coming to australia this time? I definitely want tickets! gotta support the squad ↳ heyitsy/n we're headed to australia for the end of the tour! would love to see you ↳ landonorris you can stand by me and cry with me during their ballads ↳ danielricciardo mate I can hold it together ↳ heyitsy/n not once our new single comes out 👀 y/nlandovibes they're actual goals omg I can't deal
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Liked by landonorris, carlossainz55 and 254,317 others heyitsy/n my favourite boys came to visit me mid-tour ☀️ view all 3861 comments carlossainz55 so this is where he sprinted off to post-race? ↳ landonorris guilty 🏃‍♂️ userfan3 im crying they're so cute userfan4 I want what they have perrieedwards omgggg buzzy is such a big boy now 🥺 bring him backstage later? ↳ heyitsy/n he really is 🥺 and of course 🤍 landonorris
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Liked by heyitsy/n, danielricciardo and 127,324 others landonorris summer break means back on tour with my love and discovering how great their catering team is view all 269 comments heyitsy/n thank you for coming with me 🤍 ↳ landonorris always and forever darling 🤍 danielricciardo please take good care of him, don't lose him ↳ heyitsy/n sir yes sir, I just leave him by the snack table ready to collect on my way back later 🤷‍♀️ heyitsy/n
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Liked by landonorris, littlemix and 198,734 others heyitsy/n australia here we go! final show of the tour, let's make it a good one ✨ view all 4527 comments landonorris good luck baby, you'll crush it like you always do! 🤍 danielricciardo oh my god I am so fucking excited 😭 I already have my t-shirt on and my light up posters ready to go ↳ heyitsy/n I- 🧍‍♀️ danny I adore you 🫶 ↳ danielricciardo I take my job as your number one fan very seriously ↳ charlesleclerc we've been here for 10 minutes and he's already pushed past several CHILDREN to get closer ↳ pierregasly that's when we decided we'd just pretend we didn't know him carlossainz55 lando's already crying 😭 ↳ heyitsy/n my baby 🥺 we're a mess here backstage too ↳ danielricciardo 🧡 ↳ carlossainz55 ❤️ ↳ pierregasly 💙 ↳ charlesleclerc ❤️ ↳ mickschumacher 🤍 ↳ sebastianvettel 💚 ↳ heyitsy/n oh my god you're ALL here? I'm sobbing even harder tysm guys 💜 landonorris
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Liked by heyitsy/n, littlemix and 231,475 others landonorris what a show! you guys nailed it 🫶 @/heyitsy/n you shone so brightly onstage and gave everything you had. I am forever and always so so proud of you. 🤍 view all 1572 comments heyitsy/n my love thank you for being my support through it all, could never have done it without you 🤍 danielricciardo @/heyitsy/n you were amazing mate, so proud of you and your entire team ✨ ↳ heyitsy/n danny! thank you for supporting us! ↳ landonorris can I just take this opportunity to say that he did NOT hold it together and he sobbed ↳ heyitsy/n what? 😭 ↳ sebastianvettel they all did. including me. ↳ heyitsy/n grandpa seb! omg no way ↳ danielricciardo it was 'between us' that got me 😭 ↳ charlesleclerc no comment ↳ mickschumacher I got confetti in my eye ↳ pierregasly you saw nothing sebastian... nothing at all ↳ y/nfanclub @/heyitsy/n I ended up sat behind them and I have videos... ↳ heyitsy/n send. them. now. please. 👀 userfan5 im sobbing at the caption userfan6 this is the sweetest thing I've seen all day BONUS: heyitsy/n
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Liked by landonorris, littlemix and 312,563 others heyitsy/n and just like that the tour is over :( really went out there to burn the floor and leave everything on the stage for you guys each time! thank you all for your support and love. thank you for making this tour such a special one. we're incredibly lucky to have such amazing fans and we treasure each one of you. 🤍
going to be taking a little break now tour is done, as you can see from my spam I've already been enjoying some time off! but we have some very exciting things happening soon! 👀 swipe 👉 to get a hint of what's to come (and my boyfriend's dorky holiday pic) view all 5197 comments perrieedwards 👀 jadethirlwall 👀 leighannpinnock 👀 danielricciardo wait what?! I am not ready 🧍‍♀️ ↳ landonorris you're really not mate 👀 queeny/n omg she really just dropped a whole ass teaser after a wholesome photo spam 😭 iconic landoandy/npics the way that no one was expecting her to drop anything but she really said 'have this' (also that pic of lando is just perfection) userfan7 oh my god oh my god oh my god userfan8 I'm screaming rn you don't understand userfan9 holyshititshappeningeveryonestaycalm STAY CALM
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dustyratt · 1 year
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Male robe
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male only
teen - elder
all maps | LODs | morphs
26 swatches
polycount: 4527
HQ version available
base game compatible
boys on the preview: Percival Faust Morgan | Zenas Hindley Fridstain
Download Claws | claws poses
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(early access, public 10.26.2022)
Credits
poses: @nell-le | me
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Huge thanks to all cc creators! ❤
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trillscienceofficer · 10 months
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What do you think would happen to the symbiont if a joined Trill were assimilated
ha, I have thought about that quite a lot actually! I hinted at what I think would happen in this fic:
Her interlocutor considered her coolly. “You’re Trill. Species number 4527. Your single-syllable second name suggests that you are conjoined to a member of species 4528.”
Ezri blinked. Was she trying to intimidate her by sounding as Borg as possible?
“Attempts at assimilating 4527-4528 aggregates were never successful,” Seven of Nine continued. “Borg neuro-cortical implants dissolved the neurological link between the two organisms, ultimately leading to catastrophic organ failure in both.”
(everybody thank Seven of Nine for single-handedly coming up with the concept of hostile infodumping)
But yes essentially I think that joined Trills have the kind of complicated brain chemistry that would not survive the assimilation process, and any attempt at assimilation would separate host and symbiont leading to both dying. If the Borg are aware that the symbionts exist I don't think they consider them good drone material (given that they can only live in mud pools), and probably would consider any knowledge gained from assimilating the symbionts not worth the attempt anyway. The Borg have been assimilating species for a very, very long time, and they have that kind of historical data covered I think. There must be unjoined Trill drones in the collective, though.
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szukamznajomego · 3 months
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Halo Kraków? Kawa i ciastko? A może drink? Lub cokolwiek innego, po prostu zróbmy coś szalonego. / k23, bi :)
4527.
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matthewschiavello · 1 year
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Brutalist Buildings (Chinatown , NYC)
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compneuropapers · 6 months
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Interesting Papers for Week 41, 2023
Extended perceptive field revealed in humans with binocular fusion disorders. Benhaim-Sitbon, L., Lev, M., & Polat, U. (2023). Scientific Reports, 13, 6584.
View cells in the hippocampus and prefrontal cortex of macaques during virtual navigation. Corrigan, B. W., Gulli, R. A., Doucet, G., Mahmoudian, B., Abbass, M., Roussy, M., … Martinez‐Trujillo, J. C. (2023). Hippocampus, 33(5), 573–585.
Decision heuristics in contexts integrating action selection and execution. Dundon, N. M., Colas, J. T., Garrett, N., Babenko, V., Rizor, E., Yang, D., … Grafton, S. T. (2023). Scientific Reports, 13, 6486.
Independent effects of emotional arousal and reward anticipation on episodic memory formation. Gieske, A., & Sommer, T. (2023). Cerebral Cortex, 33(8), 4527–4541.
Molecular encoding of stimulus features in a single sensory neuron type enables neuronal and behavioral plasticity. Harris, N., Bates, S. G., Zhuang, Z., Bernstein, M., Stonemetz, J. M., Hill, T. J., … Sengupta, P. (2023). Current Biology, 33(8), 1487-1501.e7.
The temporal and contextual stability of activity levels in hippocampal CA1 cells. Hayashi, Y., Kobayakawa, K., & Kobayakawa, R. (2023). Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, 120(17), e2221141120.
Accounting for endogenous effects in decision-making with a non-linear diffusion decision model. Hoxha, I., Chevallier, S., Ciarchi, M., Glasauer, S., Delorme, A., & Amorim, M.-A. (2023). Scientific Reports, 13, 6323.
A model for transforming egocentric views into goal‐directed behavior. LaChance, P. A., & Taube, J. S. (2023). Hippocampus, 33(5), 488–504.
Cognitive influences on fixational eye movements. Lin, Y.-C., Intoy, J., Clark, A. M., Rucci, M., & Victor, J. D. (2023). Current Biology, 33(8), 1606-1612.e4.
Environmental context-dependent activation of dopamine neurons via putative amygdala-nigra pathway in macaques. Maeda, K., Inoue, K., Takada, M., & Hikosaka, O. (2023). Nature Communications, 14, 2282.
Threat and Reward Imminence Processing in the Human Brain. Murty, D. V. P. S., Song, S., Surampudi, S. G., & Pessoa, L. (2023). Journal of Neuroscience, 43(16), 2973–2987.
Danger Changes the Way the Brain Consolidates Neutral Information; and Does So by Interacting with Processes Involved in the Encoding of That Information. Qureshi, O. A., Leake, J., Delaney, A. J., Killcross, S., Westbrook, R. F., & Holmes, N. M. (2023). Journal of Neuroscience, 43(16), 2934–2949.
Neural Index of Reinforcement Learning Predicts Improved Stimulus-Response Retention under High Working Memory Load. Rac-Lubashevsky, R., Cremer, A., Collins, A. G. E., Frank, M. J., & Schwabe, L. (2023). Journal of Neuroscience, 43(17), 3131–3143.
Proprioception gates visual object fixation in flying flies. Rimniceanu, M., Currea, J. P., & Frye, M. A. (2023). Current Biology, 33(8), 1459-1471.e3.
Cross-stage neural pattern similarity in the hippocampus predicts false memory derived from post-event inaccurate information. Shao, X., Li, A., Chen, C., Loftus, E. F., & Zhu, B. (2023). Nature Communications, 14, 2299.
Superficial‐layer versus deep‐layer lateral entorhinal cortex: Coding of allocentric space, egocentric space, speed, boundaries, and corners. Wang, C., Lee, H., Rao, G., Doreswamy, Y., Savelli, F., & Knierim, J. J. (2023). Hippocampus, 33(5), 448–464.
Dendrites help mitigate the plasticity-stability dilemma. Wilmes, K. A., & Clopath, C. (2023). Scientific Reports, 13, 6543.
Infants and toddlers leverage their understanding of action goals to evaluate agents who help others. Woo, B. M., & Spelke, E. S. (2023). Child Development, 94(3), 734–751.
Plastic and stimulus-specific coding of salient events in the central amygdala. Yang, T., Yu, K., Zhang, X., Xiao, X., Chen, X., Fu, Y., & Li, B. (2023). Nature, 616(7957), 510–519.
Unsupervised approach to decomposing neural tuning variability. Zhu, R. J. B., & Wei, X.-X. (2023). Nature Communications, 14, 2298.
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swiftmendeshoran · 1 year
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No Judgment- Part 3
hey guys. people have been asking for an update, so here it is. It's not that good, but oh well. 
WARNINGS: talks of weight, talks of virginity, slow burn, flirting, mean girls, fluff, some angst, sleeping over someone's house you don't know that well (don't do that), i think that's it
not proofread.
wc: 4527
read part 1 and two here
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You woke up the next morning with tired eyes, a feeling of dread, and an empty bed. Of course, it was empty. You told him to leave once you fell asleep, but you hoped, maybe with just a small glimmer, that he would stay.
You drug your feet to the kitchen and stared at the cabinet, contemplating on throwing away all of the food. When you felt like you would throw up if you ate anything, you went back into your room, and closed your door. You looked into the full-length mirror on the back of it and lifted up your shirt.
You tried to make your stomach smaller by sucking it in, but the magic didn't work, and it went back to its regular shape- round and full of stretch marks and... big.
You sighed as you rubbed it. But before you could do anything else, your buzzer rang. You cocked an eyebrow and walked to the door to answer it. "Hello?"
"(Y/N). It's me. Can you let me in?"
It was Niall's voice. You'd know that accent anywhere. You sighed and then pressed the button again. "Why should I? You left."
"Yeah... to get breakfast. Can you let me in? I have a lot in my hands," he asked.
You sighed and opened the bottom door, so he could get in. You changed very quickly into regular clothes and tidied up before he was knocking at your door in minutes.
You opened it and folded your arms.
"Good morning," he said, a tray of coffees in one hand and a bag in the other. "I hope I didn't wake ya."
"No. I was... up."
"Oh good," Niall smiled. "Can I come in and put this down?"
You stepped to the side and he walked in. Niall put the stuff in your kitchen and smiled. He turned to you. "I'm sorry I wasn't there when ya woke up, but I got up like an hour ago... and I just thought I could surprise you with some food."
"I also didn't know how ya take your coffee, so I just picked up extra creams and sugars."
You couldn't help it, you stepped forward and kissed him, deep on the mouth. When you pulled away, you bit your lip and your cheeks warmed up. "Thank you."
"Yeah. No problem," Niall smiled.
You took a cup of coffee and opened up two packs of sugar and three creamers. You voice it out loud to Niall and he nodded, noting for next time.
"I like mine sweet, too," he winked at you.
You blushed and then sat at your counter and sipped your coffee as Niall did so too and took a muffin out of the bag. "There's muffins and bagels and doughnuts. Enjoy."
"Thanks," you gave a shy smile and tapped your coffee cup, but didn't reach for the bag.
He raised an eyebrow at you. "Aren't ya hungry?"
You shrugged and sipped your coffee.
Niall walked around your counter and cupped your face. "Is this because of last night?"
You shrugged and looked away as he kept his hand on your cheek. "(Y/N), eat some breakfast. Don't let those bullies make ya not eat ever again."
You pouted. "Thank you for getting all of this. You really are the sweetest."
He shrugged and took another bite of his muffin.
You reached in and pulled out a bagel and cream cheese. Then you raised your eyes. "Don't you have to go to work?"
"I took the day off," Niall shrugged. When you started to protest, he spoke up. "I'm friends with my boss. He figures the day after gigs that I'm usually tired. Seriously. It's fine."
"You didn't have to do that... for me."
"I know," Niall put a piece of hair behind your ear. "But I wanted to."
You bit your lip and he smiled. "Ya know, you're really cute when you do that."
You didn't say anything, but just turned back in your swivel stool and sipped your coffee. He chuckled and sat down next to you.
You began to feel nervous again and he could see that when your hand shook as you picked up your bagel to eat it. "Um..."
"Hmm?"
"I don't know. I don't know what to say," you chuckled.
Niall laughed. "Well, do ya have any plans for the day?"
"I have an event tonight, but the rest of the afternoon I'm free. You?"
"I am completely free," he finished his coffee. "We could... practice some driving."
"Uh," you nervously chuckled. "I think my permit's expired." That was a lie. You want Niall to teach you, but you are not ready yet. "Maybe next time."
"Are you lying to me?" he asked.
"No. Of course not," you stammered on your words and cleaned up the mess you made. "Thanks again for breakfast."
"Cause I can find out if you're lying," Niall smirked.
"No- no you can't," you said.
His smirk got bigger. "So, ya are lying?"
"I told you no!"
Niall got up and walked around the counter. "We'll see about that."
He moved his arms under your armpits and started to tickle you. You were super ticklish, so you would probably lose this one. "Niall!"
Niall laughed as he moved his hands around your body and you folded into him. "Stop! I'm so ticklish! Stop!" But your words were filled with giggles.
"Not until ya tell me the truth," he said.
"Fine!"
He stopped tickling you and you turned around. "I-I did lie to you. I have my permit. I'm just....scared."
"'S ok, hun. Ya should have just told me the truth," he said, cupping your chin.
"Sorry," you put your head down and frowned.
"Hey," he picked your head up. "Don't apologize. We're all scared of something, right?"
You nodded. "What about you?"
"Me?"
"Yeah. What are you scared of?" You asked.
"Oh, well..." Niall let out a big breath. "Failure. Snakes. Birds. Tight spaces."
"Birds?" You smirked.
"Long story."
You chuckled. "Well, I have some time before I have to get ready for work. We should probably do something."
"That's not driving?" He asked.
"Not unless it's you."
"Right. Ok. Well, what do ya want to do?" He asked.
You shrugged. "Well, we probably shouldn't spend all day in the kitchen."
"Ok," he took your hand and guided you over to the couch. "Is this more comfy?"
Somehow, you ended up on his lap and your heart rate sped up. "Uh..."
"What?" he smirked.
"I'm on your lap," you said, biting your lip.
"Yeah," he chuckled. "Is that ok?"
You nodded quickly.
"Ok. Good." Niall cupped your face and kissed you deeply. A few pecks turned into steamy ones and your tongues started to dance together. You were making out, the most you ever have, and Niall was smiling between the kisses.
He started to moan and you felt yourself clench. When his hand reached under your shirt, you slapped it away. You also pulled your lips away. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to slap you. I just-."
Niall's face got serious. "No. That's my fault. I shouldn't have done that. Ya told me ya wanted to go slow and I am going to respect that. Sorry."
You smiled and reached around the back of his head to scratch his hair. "Thank you, but I have to tell you something."
"Ok," he licked his lips.
"I, well, see. I've just never....um. I don't really know..." you stammered.
He cupped your face. "Ya can tell me anything, hun."
You sighed. "Ok. There's two things."
"Ok. I'm listening," Niall said, looking you in the eyes.
"Well, um, so the first thing is... um... I don't um. I guess I don't want someone to see me without... my clothes on... I'm just not confident in my... body," you got out.
Niall nodded. You swallowed. "Sorry. That's lame."
He harshly cupped your chin and spoke through his teeth. "Stop saying you're lame. Stop saying everything ya do is lame. You are amazing and so beautiful."
You swallowed again and he let go of your chin. "Sorry. I didn't mean to scare ya or hurt ya. I just want ya to get that through your head."
You nodded. "It's ok. I'm fine. I-I needed that."
He smiled and pecked your lips. "Good. And what was the second thing?"
"Um... well, I never really... you know... before," you told him.
"Oh. Ok," he shrugged.
"You don't care?"
"No. Why would I care?" Niall asked.
"I don't know. I'm in my 20s. Isn't that like... don't guys think that's weird or something?" You asked, getting teary-eyed.
"Hun. There is nothing wrong with being a virgin," Niall told you.
"Really?" you asked in a shaky breath.
"Really."
"Ok," you bit your lip.
"So, if ya ever don't want me to touch ya somewhere or ya feel uncomfortable, just tell me, ok?" Niall asked.
You nodded. Then, Niall smiled really big.
"What?" You blushed.
"That's something else I can teach ya, like driving," he smirked.
"Oh, no. That's ok."
Niall raised an eyebrow at you. "I-uh. God, if you saw me with no clothes on, I'd probably die," you explained.
"Why, baby?"
He didn't mean to say that. It just slipped out but you didn't stop him, so he took that as a good sign.
"Because you're... you. You look like a Greek god," you haphazardly ran your finger down his arm. "I don't want you to be.. repulsed by me."
Niall scoffed. "Fuck. You are so beautiful and you don't even realize it. If I get the privilege of seeing you naked, that is something I would cherish forever. If you'd let me, of course."
You sniffled and got up off his lap, changing the subject. "I have to start making food for tonight."
"Ok," Niall nodded. "Can I help?"
"You want to help?"
"Yeah. I could always use more practice in the kitchen. You can teach me," he smirked and got up.
"Ok. We have to be quick though."
"Just a quickie. Sure," he winked.
You playfully hit him on his arm and he wrapped you in his, placing, wet kisses on your cheek.
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The next two weeks you and Niall really hadn't seen each other because of work and other obligations, but you did text often.
So, when you were preparing dinner for yourself on Thursday, you tried to balance talking to Niall on the phone as well. "Please please come. I loved having ya there last time."
He wanted you to come to his next show, but everytime he brought it up, it gave you anxiety, considering what happened last time.
You sighed. "Niall, I'd love to, but I have to work."
"No, ya don't."
"What? Yes I do!" You said.
"I looked at your calendar. Ya don't have another event until Sunday," Niall pointed out.
"Well, I picked up a last minute job," you lied.
"I know when you're lying..."
"I'm not lying!" You almost yelled.
"Don't make me come over there and tickle it out of you," he warned.
You giggled, but then silence fell between you. You flipped the burger out of the pan and onto your bun on the plate. You sat down at your counter after getting a drink.
Niall spoke up after a minute or so. "I know ya had a bad experience last time, but this time ya can come with me. You'll be backstage, away from everybody, or if you want to sit at a table, I can put ya with my friends."
You sighed. "I don't know..."
"Please."
"Fine," you said, before you bite into your burger. "But you owe me."
"Yes! Anything!"
You smiled. "Ok. I'll see you Friday then."
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Friday was here and you decided to invite Niall over earlier in the day just to calm your nerves. He showered, got changed, grabbed his equipment and came over.
You were trying to decided what to wear. Niall stood in the doorway. "Just wear what yer comfortable in, hun."
"I'm a groupie now," you chucked. "I have to look nice."
To be honest, you just wanted to look hotter than the women who talked about you last time, so they could shut their mouths.
"Ok. I think I'm going to wear this," you said.
"Great," Niall folded his arms and stood up.
You blushed and he smiled back. "What?"
"Can you- I have to get changed and I-."
"Oh, yeah. Sorry," he said, closing your door and walking into the living room. He looked around for the remote and flipped on some golf channel.
You got changed. You opted for a shirt that perfectly showed off your cleavage, but not your stomach so much, black skinny jeans, and heels. You packed a big bag and put a pair of flats in it for later, just in case because you know yourself.
You grabbed your bag and walked out to Niall. "Ready to go?"
He turned the TV off and got up. "Yeah. Let's go-."
Niall hesitated and stared at you. "Wow."
"What?" You looked down at your feet.
"Wow," was all he said before he swallowed.
"Do I look... ok?"
"Wow," he let out a breath. He walked towards you. "'M sorry if this makes yeh uncomfortable, you can slap me, but your boobs look...wow."
You bit your lip. "Thanks."
He just stared at you and didn't say anything.
"I just figured... if people are going to talk, then give them something....to talk about," you bit your lip and looked down at your feet again.
Niall smirked. "God, you're amazing." He walked right in front of you, cupped your chin, and kissed you.
When he pulled away, your eyes fluttered and you smiled.
"Now, let's go before I do something drastic," Niall said.
You giggled and took his hand. You helped him carry out his supplies, even though he only let you carry the light stuff, and got into his car.
It didn't take that long to get to the bar. It was a lot faster than the bus you took and you were thankful for a warm car.
Once he got there, his bandmates helped him unload the stuff and they all said hi to you. You were walking towards the front door when Niall whistled. "Hey! Where ya going?"
"Inside," you said.
He waved you over and shook his head. He wrapped an arm around your waist, a warm feeling went through your body, and you smiled as Niall got to the backdoor and said "She's with me."
Niall told you to sit down on the couch as they set up their equipment and ran around like crazy people. You took some of the mozzarella sticks off the plate and a glass of wine that was left back there. You weren't criticizing, but you knew food and these mozzarella tasted like they came out of a package.
You ate two and then put the plate down, wiping your hands together to get rid of the crumbs. You waited a few more minutes and picked at your nails until you heard Niall and the band's voices coming back to the dressing room.
He was laughing about something and then sat down next to you, putting his arm around you and pulled you close. He gave you a kiss on your temple and you don't think your cheeks were ever redder. "Guys, this is (Y/N). The girl I was telling ya about. (Y/N), this is Harry, Louis, and Liam."
They all said hi to you and you shyly smiled back at them.
"You ok?" he asked.
You nodded. "I'm kind of hungry. I had two mozzarella sticks, but," you shrugged.
"Coming from a chef, these things are probably garbage," he said, leaning over to eat the ones you didn't finish. He spit them out. "Oh, yeah. Garbage."
You laughed and Niall put a hand on your leg. "Ya wanna stay here and I can get ya food or do ya want to come with?"
"I'll come please," you said, quietly.
"Ok," he held his hand out for you to take it and you got up, walking out to the bar area and ordering food.
Niall got the waiter's attention and he had a pad and pen ready to take your order. "Get whatever ya want, hun." He put his arm around your waist and kissed your temple again.
You bit your lip. "I'll just take a slice of pizza... and a water."
"That's all ya want?" Niall asked.
"Yeah, that's fine," you said.
He pinched your side lightly. "Hey mate, we'll take a whole pie, an order of fries, and can we get a pitcher of Coke and a water for the lady?"
The guy nodded and wrote everything down. When he walked away, Niall turned towards you. "I thought ya said ya were hungry."
"I am," you said quietly.
"So, what's with this one slice BS?"
You shrugged and looked to the side. The girls who were there last week just walked in five minutes ago and you didn't want them seeing you eat all of that.
Niall turned to look where you were and rolled his eyes, not at you, at them. He took your hip and turned you towards the bar so you didn't have to look at them. He made small talk and rubbed your back as you waited for the food.
Some time went by and the women came up to the bar to order drinks. You felt yourself stiffen and so did Niall, so he moved your further down. "It's ok," he said kissing your temple over and over again. "I'm here. I got ya."
Your food was finally finished and Niall carried it back. You held your water and the pitcher. As you walked backstage, you heard the women giggling and then turned back to look at them and they were looking at you.
You walked a little faster and nearly tripped in your heels when you walked up the stairs. Luckily, Niall was there to grab you and you and the food made it back in one piece.
"Thank you," you said, once you got back stage. "Let me pay you back for some of it."
"Band gets it free," he shrugged. "Ya wouldn't be paying me back anyway."
You sat down to eat the food, the others staring at you and Niall spoke up. "Get your own food, mates. This is ours."
Ours. That simple word made your stomach flutter.
"Amber's out there anyway," Niall shooed them. "Go... talk to her or whatever."
The guys left at the mention of the girls' names.
After you swallowed down some of your pizza, you spoke. "Are they... the guy's.... Girlfriends?"
Niall laughed. "Girlfriends, if ya want to call them that. The only one that has a steady girl is Harry. She's the blonde with the bob cut. She's nice. The rest of them... not so much. They just follow us around hoping to... who knows... get famous or get laid or whatever."
You made a cringe face and Niall laughed. "Yeah. Exactly."
"Well, I'm here for the free food," you joked as you held up your slice.
Niall clutched his stomach and laughed. "Right. And I don't blame ya for it!"
You laughed too and a comfortable silence fell over the two of you as you kept eating. Niall took your hand that wasn't filled with pizza. "Thanks for coming. I really appreciate it."
"No problem," you blushed.
You looked at the clock on the wall. "Don't you have to get ready soon?"
He looked at his watch. "Shit. Let me get the guys back." Niall jogged from the dressing room to the front of the bar and got the guys away from flirting with the girls.
They all came back to the dressing room, even the girls and the guys finished up what you and Niall didn't eat.
Harry's girlfriend came over to you, and poured herself a cup of soda. "Hi. I'm Rachel. Harry's girlfriend."
"Hi," you were happy one of them was talking to you. "I'm (Y/N), Niall's..."
Well, were you Niall's girlfriend? You weren't really sure.
"I came with Niall," you clarified.
She nodded and smiled at you. "Nice to meet you."
"You too."
"I'm sorry about the others," Rachel said. "They've been trying to get in with the group since forever and just don't get the hint."
You nodded. "It's ok. Thanks for apologizing."
She shrugged. "So, what do you do for a living?"
You two got into a bit about your careers and lives and before you knew it, it was time for the boys to go on stage.
You and Rachel walked out from the curtain and stood right in the front, watching your guys do what they do best.
The entire time, Niall kept his eyes on you. He even dedicated a song to a "special someone" and you felt like you wanted to crawl into a hole and die when people started to look at you.
The show went off without a hitch as normal and you congratulated him backstage with a kiss. "You did so good!"
"Thank ya, honey," he said, returning your kiss and pushing his hair back to get the sweat off.
He looked really good and you had to bite your lip to keep your smile away. Everyone hung around and ate some more and talked, but you stayed pretty quiet, still not super comfortable in social situations. When everyone was yawning, the band decided to head home.
You helped them pack their supplies into the truck, even though Niall said you could just "sit there and look pretty."
When it was done, you went back to Niall's car, and he sighed. "I am so fucking tired."
You pouted. "I can take the bus home, if you just want to go straight home."
"No, no. It's fine," he said, rubbing his face. Niall sighed and then started his car.
"Well, I can stay at your place, if you don't want to make the extra stop," you offered.
Niall smiled. "Inviting yourself back to my place already?"
"No no," you stammered. "I just mean-. Nevermind."
Niall smiled. "I'm joking."
"I know," you blushed. "I have the next two days off, so I just figured I could go home in the morning."
"Ya mean I get ya all to myself for two days?" Niall asked.
You bit your lip. It was the weekend, so he didn't have to work and he was excited.
You giggled as Niall drove you to his place. His apartment was nice, a bit bigger than yours, but messier. Niall really was tired, so he offered to give you some of his clothes, which should have been oversized, but actually fit you just right. You snuggled into his bed and he fell right to sleep while you struggled to fall asleep, as you were surrounded by his scent and nervous about sleeping in a guy's bed for the first time.
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Niall and you both slept in and had a simple breakfast of bagels and cream cheese. As you were chewing your last bite, he snuck in a kiss and you shied away.
"What?" he asked, wrapping his arms around you.
"I'm chewing... and I have morning breath," you said.
"I don't care," he kissed you again. "You're just so cute in the morning. Gotta give ya a kiss."
Your face got hot as he kissed you. When he pulled away, he had a smirk on his face.
"What? You're scaring me," you said.
"Guess what we're doing today," he said.
"What?"
"We're going driving," he raised his eyebrows up and down.
"But, I-."
"No arguing," he said, lifting your chin. "I will tickle you."
You sighed. "Ugh fineee."
"Good girl," he said.
Your face turned bright red as you walked into the bedroom. "Um, ok. I just need some time to calm myself and get different clothes."
He chuckled. "Now, stop procrastinating and get yourself ready for your lesson."
You took some anxiety medicine and a drink of water and then got into Niall's car and drove to your place. You got changed into a different pair of his clothes and wore your flats.
You got into the driver's side, for the first time in forever, and let out a shaky breath. You put your hands on the steering wheel and your foot on the brake. "Are you sure you want me to drive your car?"
"Yeah," he chuckled. "How else are ya going to learn?"
"I just don't want to crash your car," you said.
"You're going to be fine, (Y/N)," he told you. "Now, ya know like the basic rules of the road right?"
You nodded then smiled.
"Ok, good. So, take your foot of the brake whenever you're ready and get going," he told you.
"Ok," you let out a long breath and switched your foot to the gas. You both had your seatbelts on, but you still went super slow to avoid crashing.
"Hun. I know you're scared, but you're going to have to go a little bit faster than that, especially if cars come behind you," Niall said.
You bit your lip and put your foot on the gas more. You started to get the hang of it and Niall told you to pull into an empty parking lot once you reached it. "Are you going to kill me here?"
"No," Niall chuckled. "This will be easier for ya to practice in with less cars." He got out of his car and took cones out of his trunk, lining them up for you to drive around in.
You bit your lip as he got back in the car and then took a deep breath. "Just make figure 8's around them. We can practice parking another day."
You nodded and put the car in drive. You drove super slow around the cones. When you hit one, you looked over at Niall, who nodded. "It's ok! Don't panic."
You took another deep breath drove through them at least 30 more times. You only hit them maybe 5 times and you were slowly getting the hang of it.
When you had had enough and stopped the car to put it in park, Niall reached for your leg. "Good girl. Ya did amazing today!"
You bit your lip. "I hit the cones a couple of times."
He shrugged. "Who doesn't hit a cone every now and then?"
You still had a tight grip on the steering wheel. "My heart is racing. Here feel." You took his hand and laid it over your chest as he felt your heart pounding.
Niall cleared his throat a bunch of times. "Uh. Yeah. Wow. You're gonna be fine. Just take deep breaths."
You took his hand off of your chest. "Am I making you nervous?" You joked.
"No. No, not nervous," he chuckled. A little bit horny, he thought, but that was staying to himself. "Alright. So same time tomorrow?"
You nodded and then leaned over to peck his lips. "Thanks for being a good teacher." 
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;; 12 Days of Kinkmas     Day 12 - Chris Kreider - Baby, It’s Cold Outside
Summary: After another winter date, you invite Chris inside to get out of the cold. Part three to Kinktober 2022 Chris Kreider - voyeurism and Kinkmas Day 1 - first snow. (I would recommend reading those first!) Kinks & TW: oral sex (female receiving), protected sex, Chris has strong sexual fantasies about reader, mentions of voyeurism, Chris is back with his mildly creepy ways again and I’m living for it. Chris calls reader: Baby girl.  Word Count: 4527
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When you had made your way into the darkness of the cinema to enjoy a film, the skies had still been bright and the New York City weather warm - or as warm as it could be in the dead of winter. It had been so nice, that you had dressed up a little bit outside of your usual fleece-lined leggings and large knit sweaters the cool temperatures had restricted you to. It didn’t go unnoticed either. Chris’ face had brightened at the sight of you, his hand coming up to hide the smile that crept onto his features. He loved to see your curves - and while your jacket still kept much from his eyes, it only made him excited for the warm weather of summer that would inevitably come with each day passing. He enjoyed every moment of sitting next to you during the film, as he could glance over at you and admire how the light struck your features so perfectly and gave him a perfect view of your breasts in your low-cut blouse. He relished in every moment of it, that was until you both exited the theatre and were thrown into the frozen hell that was a snowstorm. 
Chris was quick to draw you in close, his feet kicking up the snow that had built up during the two-hour run time of the film. He was quick to chill, and he was sure you would be shivering soon enough, as he tried to flag down a taxi but the roads were congested, the traffic bumper to bumper and when the cars did get to driving they were sliding through intersections. While you were both cold, it quickly became clear that the road wasn’t going to be the safest way back to your apartment, and so you walked - or rather did your best to run. 
The cold hurt the lungs and sent your skin stringing and red from its winds, the run was filled with laughter. Your hands had been entwined with his entire time, and you both slipped and stumbled from time to time leaving the other to help hoist them back up. Your clothes were wet by the time you reached the apartment door, your form shivering, and he could feel every quake of it as he held you to him. 
“You rush on in,” he told you quickly before his lips came down to place a warm kiss against your temple. As much as he wanted to linger, he couldn’t have you freezing, “get warmed up.” And he took a step back, moving back into the chaos of the sidewalk, letting the wind envelop him as he waited to assure you got inside safe. 
“Chris wait!” You called out to him as you fumbled with your keys. “It’s cold outside-”
His heart began to hammer in his chest. Chris didn’t need to hear another word to know what you were about to suggest. You were going to invite him inside. Excitement shot through him like a bolt of electricity, he had been waiting for this moment since your first date when the first snowfall of the winter season had dusted the streets with its beauty - hell, maybe even before that when he had been a mere voyeur watching you through your windows. 
He brought a large hand up to his face, running it over his cold, rosy face to hide the smile that spread over his features. It was far from coy and he needed a moment to find his composure. He moved back through the crowded sidewalk and came to stand with you beneath the awning. 
“Which is why you need to get inside,” he told you firmly, his hands coming up to rest against your cold cheeks. 
“I can’t have you walking home in this,” you told him and Chris could only shake his head to hide the smile that only threatened to grow.
He had yet to tell you that he lived just across the road in the towering luxury condominiums in fear that you would somehow realize that he could see right in through your windows. 
“It’s not too far, really,” he tried to assure you, but you were quick to reach up and take his hands. 
“Come up, have a drink and we can wait for the storm to pass,” your tone was convincing, not that he needed it. 
“Alright, alright,” he told you gently and let his hands fall from your touch, “if that gets you inside - you’re shivering.” 
Wrapping an arm around you, Chris kept you close as you ran your keychain over the keyless entry and felt you tremble against his strength as a gust of wind helped you both through the front door. You were both greeted by a gust of warmth. It was enough to warm his cold skin, but his dampened clothes were cold and heavy on his frame - so he kept you close as you moved to the elevator and took the ride up. It was only when the door parted on your floor that Chris freed you from his gentle hold. 
Chris followed behind you, his cold hands shoved in each of his pockets as he kept his head down just enough to seem clueless as to where he was going. He may have never been inside your apartment before, but he knew exactly where he was going - to the lone apartment at the end of the hall. It was the only apartment that could possibly have windows he could see in so clearly. His heart was pounding hard in his chest as you came to the door, his body temperature rising to leave Chris to tug his tight scarf away from his neck to casually free himself from the choking feeling that suddenly had struck him as you opened the door. 
He tailed in behind you, and in an instant, his lips were overtaken by a smile. Your apartment has a homey ambiance, with mismatched furniture you had undoubtedly thrifted or had handed down to you, and your tables and counters were cluttered with trinkets and plants that kept the apartment from looking too clean to be lived in. But the best part? The apartment smelled like you. The unique smell that lingered on your clothes and on your skin, it was everywhere. Consuming him in its familiarity. It felt like he had been in your apartment a million times before, and in a way, he had as he watched you through your window. He knew the layout, and where you liked to keep your favorite things - and experiencing it all now, left him breathless and standing in the doorway. 
“You can come on in,” you called out to him. You had already kicked off your boots, leaving them in a heap by the door and had already stripped off your coat and put it in the closet. You moved through your pace so casually, turning on the lights to give him a better view of the living room. “I can check if I have anything dry you might be able to change into.”
Chris wrinkled his nose at your words, he didn’t like the idea of you having another man’s clothes laying around your apartment.
“I’m sure they’ll dry,” he assured you, stopping you from disappearing off into your room as he kicked off his boots, “but thank you,” he added quickly and moved for your large windows. 
He was wearing a ghost of a smile as he stood behind the panes of glass and looked out at the city below. His hands slipped into his pockets as he did his best to look casual, his neck leaning back just enough for him to look out to the floor-to-ceiling windows of his own apartment building across the street. Chris is hit with a wave of relief as he sees nothing but a glare over the glass of his window. You weren’t able to see into his apartment. You would have never been able to catch him watching you. 
“You have an amazing view,” but he’d argue that his own view was better. 
“Thanks,” your voice was soft from the kitchen, a chorus surrounded by a symphony of clamours as you shuffled through the cupboards for two mugs, “it’s much nicer than the brick wall I was looking at in my last place-”
Chris let out a low chuckle as he moved through your living room and found the remote in the place you always seemed to leave it. From his place standing beside your sofa, Chris flipped through the channels while you prepared a warm drink. The tv cast a flickering glow through the apartment until he settled on a news network, one that had weather warnings plastered all over the screen and at its center an aging news anchor at his desk cautioning people of the risks that came with leaving their homes. 
“Looks like it’s supposed to go all night,” Chris was slow to speak as he was chewing on his tongue to fight the guilt that came with taking advantage of such a situation. There was really no risk in walking across the street, but he couldn’t risk you knowing he lived so close. Not yet, anyway. 
“Which is why I put s shot of Baileys in our cocoa,” you smiled as you came up alongside him, offering him the hot mug. 
Chris’ smile blossomed as he took it in both hands. Its warmth removed any chill that had lingered in his body as he brought the sweet drink to his lips. He sipped it slowly as he such down to sit on the arm of the couch, a single hand reaching out to guide you to stand between his knees as you siped from your own cup. His hand lingered on your hip once he had you in just the right spot, his thumb stroking over your curves slowly. 
“I hadn’t intended to intrude all night,” Chris spoke slowly, carefully. 
“I’m the one that invited you in,” you reminded him pointedly as you reached out just far enough to place your cup down on the coffee table, “I don’t have an issue with you having to stay the night.”
“I can sleep out here on the couch, it’s the least I can do,” Chris suggested slowly, his leaving your hip to pat the back of the couch casually. 
“Yeah, okay,” you nodded slowly, your face softening with disappointment - no, you were surprised, as you pulled back from the place between his knees that he had guided you into, “I’m just going to get changed for bed and I’ll bring you a pillow and a few blankets. It can get pretty cold in here at night.”
Watching you disappear into your bedroom, Chris leaned his head back with a sigh. You wanted him, he was sure of it, but he couldn’t let himself indulge in you just yet. No matter how much he craved you, or how desperately he wanted his fantasies to become a reality, Chris wanted you to feel respected. He wanted you to want it just as badly - and the two of you had only been out on a few dates now, the last thing he wanted was for you to feel obligated to sleep with him in a world where sex had quickly become a complicated way of saying thank you. 
He could hear you rummaging through your drawers in the next room, and it draws his eyes back to the door that you had left open just enough for him to see the amber glow of your lamp and the silhouette of your shadow as you moved through your room.  Reaching a hand up in restraint, Chris carded his hand through his thick black curls and racked away the tangles that had been brought on by the strong winter winds. He would get ready to sleep, but it wasn’t without a wandering mind. He removed each damn article layer by layer, making sure to lay them out neatly over the arm of the couch, but his mind was more focused on how he wished he was helping you out of your clothes. 
You were probably changing into one of the many pairs of pyjamas he had seen you in before. Something just modest enough to keep him the gentleman he was trying to be. Just the thought made his skin crawl in all the best ways, but it did leave a nagging question on his mind. Would you be warm enough? He was nowhere near warm as he stood in the living room in nothing but his boxer briefs. Surely, you’d be left shivering as you slept alone in your bed, and it pained him to know that you’d be sleeping mere feet away in the next room. The thought left his chest aching as he settled down on the sofa and waited. 
When you emerged from the bedroom, you were make-up-free and wearing an oversized t-shirt. It was so big on your frame that it almost had him convinced you weren’t wearing anything else underneath. That was until he let himself look a little too long and saw the thin fabric of your shorts playing peekaboo from beneath. In your arms, you carried a pile of blankets with a plush pillow on top, but they were quick to fall from your grasp as Chris stood up from his seat on the couch. 
You both stare at each other for a moment, and Chris feels like he can’t breathe, he’s seeing much more of you than he had expected - and you of him - and all control was lost. 
It only took him mere strides to close the gap between you both, and his large hands were quick to find your waist. His touch wrinkled your oversized t-shirt, his touch firm as he hoisted you up from the ground in one swift movement. Chris almost paused, waiting for you to protest, but you never told him to stop. Instead, your legs were winding around him, anchoring yourself to him as he carried you back into the bedroom. 
Before he could carry you over the threshold, his lips were on yours, indulging in the sweetness of your tongue. He had kissed you before, but this time was different. He was hungry for you, and he made that clear with how he stroked his tongue along yours, and how his teeth bit down on the lower lobe of your lip and tugged it. Not hard, and not too firmly, just enough to leave you letting out a quivering gasp at its release. 
Chris didn’t let go of you, not until he had carried you straight to your bed - a bed that he had only ever dreamed of getting to crawl into until now. He lowered you down onto it and its unmade blankets carefully, before crawling up onto his himself. He nearly sunk into its plush comfort, his mind a mess of imagery as it recalled all the nights he had watched you in your bed. Some nights he would stand by his window, watching as you undressed and crawled into bed for nothing more than sleep. Others, he touched himself at the view of your own hand between your legs. Now, he would finally get to fuck you in it. 
He crawled up the length of your bed as you lay beneath him, your heels digging into the mattress to push yourself up with him so that you could lay among your pillows. Chris nearly cursed. He had always hated how many pillows you kept on your bed. His hand reached out, roughly knocking a series of decorative pillows onto the floor. You wouldn’t need them, not when he fully intended to occupy the space he would claim as his in your bed. Chris’ smile grew at the sight of them on the floor and with them out of the way, there was nothing stopping him from finally delving into you - that was except for your tiny pair of sleep shorts. 
They looked more like panties now that you were laying out on the bed, the loose legs of the tiny shorts riding up your leg and the thin fabric gathering at the apex of your thighs and along the sweet folds of your cunt. Chris salivated at the sight, his tongue gliding down over his bottom lip as he settled in place between your legs as you watched him from where you lay on your back. 
“Chris-” the tone of your voice was inquisitive. 
You were asking, ‘what are you doing?’ with nothing more than his name and it left him shaking his head. Had no man ever treated you properly? What a shame it was, but a blessing all the same. He would get to be the first. 
Sinking low onto his stomach, Chris dragged hot kisses up the inside of your thighs. His lips paved the way with each hot caress over supple skin, the hair of his mustache and goatee rough in contrast, earning a gentle sigh and the careful tense of your muscles as you realized just what his intentions were. 
“Relax, baby girl,” he hummed into your flesh, his lips fluttering just along the hem of your shorts, “I’m going to take these off you, okay?” 
Chris look up over the curves of your body as you spoke and watched as you gave off a desperate nod. With your consent, he reached a hand up and loosened the tie of the waistband with a single finger before dragging the soft fabric down your legs. Beneath its thin fabric, you wore nothing else and Chris was greeted with the glistening shimmer of your needy cunt. With his jaw jacked he settled between your legs, a single hand reaching out to admire you. His thumb stroked around the outside of your lips, stroking over the smooth skin there before dragging down. The touch of his second hand found you as well, coming up on the other side of your cunt and he spread you open with the guidance of his thumbs. 
“So fucking beautiful,” he cursed, his hot breath washing over your cunt - and he felt you shutter, “do you taste as good as you look, baby girl?”
Leaning in, Chris dragged the flat of his tongue over the entrance of your core and up to your clit slowly just to get a taste. It earned a satisfied hum, a guttural growl of need at the back of his throat. You tasted better than he could have imagined. He was quick to delve back into you, one of his hands guiding one of your legs over his shoulder as his tongue began to toy with your clit. His tongue flicked over it skillfully, sucking on the sweet bundle of nerves on occasion and it coaxed a soft moan from your lips - so that was what you sounded like all those nights he could do nothing more than watch you touch yourself, but now he was the one making you moan and he was only going to make you louder. 
Drawing back, Chris let out a satisfied sigh and brought a thumb to stroke over your clit in the absence of his mouth. His eyes fell on your cunt, wet with a mixture of his saliva and your need he couldn’t hold back much longer. He was going to be selfish, he needed to know what it felt like to have you wrapped around him. 
Your name slipped off his tongue, and it broke you from the pleasure-filled trance he had seemed to put you in, before asking, “where do you keep the condoms?”
He watched as you pushed up onto your elbows, your chest heaving as you tried to find an ounce of composure just to be able to think. You raised a hand up, pushing your hair back out of your face so you could look around your own room. “They should be there, in the dresser,” you panted out, a single finger pointing out to the top drawer. 
Chris pushed up from the bed, shamelessly moving to the dresser with no attempt to hide the bulge of his stiff cock in his boxer briefs. He wanted you to know just how big he was, and how badly he wanted you. He drew open your drawer and found back a smile when he found that not only did you keep your condoms in this drawer, you kept your panties there too. His fingers dragged over silk, cotton, and lace before settling on the box of unopened condoms. His brow quirked up, casting a half glance back your way. He had never seen another man in your place, but surely you had a use for them. Surely, men hadn’t been so stupid as to overlook someone as beautiful as you.
His hand tore at the flimsy cardboard packaging discarding it back in the drawer as he withdrew a single foil from the box. He made quick work of it, before shoving his boxer briefs down his legs. Springing up, his cock was eager and only grew stiffer as it met the cold apartment air. The warm touch of his own hand was almost too much for him as he worked the condom onto his cock. 
As he did this, his eyes weren’t focused on you, but on the window and his building across the street. Any one of the neighbours could have been watching you over the last few months, just like he had been. Watching as you lived your life with little worry and little care - and now, they were going watch him fuck you. 
Crawling back up onto the bed, Chris didn’t stop until he was hovering over you and between your thighs. Leaning in, he kissed you slowly to hide just how excited and desperate he was for you. He was near trembling in restraint as he reached down between your bodies and took his cock in hand before guiding himself down. The head of his cocked dragged down over the slick he had created with his tongue and guided himself slowly into your core. 
Chris wanted to watch your expression as you took him. To watch the feeling of ecstasy overwhelm your features as your wall welcomed him so eagerly with their embrace, but it was all too much for him and it sent his own eyes fluttering shut. He welcomed the darkness it brought, and the calm he so desperately needed so as to not completely come undone before he got to enjoy you fully. It steadied his breath and cleared his mind, letting him focus solely on the feeling of your body beneath him. 
Your skin was warm and soft beneath the touch of his fingertips as he stroked his hands up the breadth of your thighs. His hands craved to stroke over every inch of you but stopped at the peak of your thighs where the hem of your t-shirt rested. He toyed with the fabric, contemplating pulling it from your body and leaving you completely naked beneath him - but quickly decided against it when he peered down at you through his thick lashes. Chris loved how you looked draped in the oversized shirt - though he would have loved it more if it were his own. He could see every single one of your curves as the shirt fell down to the bed and your arousal only made the definition of your breasts more prominent as your pert nipples pressed up into the thin fabric. It was merely a second skin on your body that he would leave on your frame during the cold night. 
Chris sunk his fingers into the sweet flesh of your hips, using the careful hold as leverage as he rolled his hips. His thrusts were deep and steady and never hastened. Not even as you moaned out his name and gripped at the linens as you grew tighter around his cock. It left him uttering curses of pleasure under his breath, his hand leaving your hips to find your wrists. He tugged at the carefully drawing you up from the bed and into his lap effortlessly, all the while not slipping from the embrace of your core. His arms wrapped around you in a careful embrace of his own, the strength of his arms helping guide you up and down the length of his cock as he let his lips return to your own. Chris kissed you slowly, and with such passion, the moment didn’t feel real. 
In an attempt to remind himself that this was more than just a fantasy playing out in his mind or in a dream, Chris’ actions became desperate. His fingers clutched at your back through your shirt and he thrust up into you harder. His lips fell open against your own in a low groan, and his skin grew hot with the threat of his own pleasure. Sweat began to roll down his chest and back in beads, and he let himself draw away from your lips. He looked over your features with a faint smile, a hand raising to stroke over your cheek before he leaned in and buried his face against the supple skin of your neck. He could not risk you seeing his face, and how emotional became with the last thrust that sent him to the peak of his pleasure. 
Chris let out heavy breaths against your neck as he came down from his high. His body was nearly trembling as he smiled and let himself draw back from your just enough for his eyes to find your features again. He was grinning far too wide and he knew it, but he hid it behind a soft chuckle as he cupped your face in his hands, “I take back what I said about sleeping on the couch.” And his words had you laughing too as he lifted you from him, and carefully helped you lay back on the bed. “Get cleaned up, I’ll keep the bed warm for you,” you promised him as you tangled yourself under the covers. 
With his grin wide, Chris walked through your apartment naked and shameless. As he moved through it, he assured all the lights has been turned off and that the door was locked before he reached the bathroom. He discarded the flooded condom into the trash before washing himself up quickly in the sink. And while it didn’t take all the long, by the time he returned to your bedroom you were fast asleep. 
Raising a hand up, he ran a hand over his jawline and smiled. Fuck, you looked beautiful in your sleep, peaceful too, and he would hate to disrupt you. So Chris crawled into your bed slowly and got comfortable under the covers and against one of the few pillows that remained. From there he drew you in so that your head was resting against his chest and he watched you with a smile for he finally had lived out his fantasy of getting to be with you - but your story wasn’t over. Not yet. 
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damnfandomproblems · 26 days
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It's always amusing to me when a fanbase wants a (gnc) female character to be popular in said fanbase, then turn around and tell men to not as much as look at her.
"I can't believe she's not more popular! Men must not like her for contrived reasons!"
No, a lot of men are well aware of the cyberbullying fiasco if they as much as mention her offhand. Also, smooth telling men to they're not allowed to like certain female characters than get soooo surprised you never hear them bring them up when you, yourselves are to blame for that.
Posting since this is a response to a previous problem.
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voylitscope · 2 years
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Rating: Explicit
Words: 4527 | Complete
Relationship: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers
Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Not Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, Explicit Sex, Romance, Morning Sex, Morning Cuddles, Lazy Mornings, Morning Kisses, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Kissing, Forehead Kisses, Fluff and Smut
Bingo square fill: Morning sex
Summary: Bucky had simultaneously wanted to do three things: roll his eyes and smack Steve's arm for how unbearably sappy that was, offer to suck Steve off right that second for what a surprisingly good line that actually was, and tell Steve to come over here and kiss him for the way the words were making Bucky's heart hammer in his chest.
And, damn it all, he'd ended up going for option three.
(Or: A very soft fic about all the little things that keep surprising Bucky now that he and Steve are together.)
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sexylonestar · 6 months
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