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donutloverxo · 4 years

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Salty Baby

Chapter five

Please do not steal or repost my works. Reblogs are welcome.

Summary- When you moved to New York in hopes of living a glamorous life this isn’t what you expected. Steve offers to help you but your pride gets in the way. Pride isn’t going to pay your rent and college loans.

Pairing- Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings- smut, little anal stuff, daddy kink, angst, hurt/comfort, sugar daddy/baby themes

Word count- 2.2k

Chapter one | Chapter two | Chapter three | Chapter four

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Not having to work at the cafe or babysit your nephews freed up a lot of time for you. You were used to caring for others, always being busy with something. What the heck are you supposed to do now? Steve suggested getting a hobby. You tried cooking and almost burned down the kitchen.

Steve had been on a mission for two weeks. He had promised to be back in one. Your anxiety was through the roof. This is the longest you had been away from him. You weren’t allowed to contact him. Your worst fear was to find out something bad happened to him through the news.

It was also the first time you were truly alone. At first it was your mother and her delinquent friends and then your loud nephews. Now there was no one . No one to annoy you, nothing to do. Just silence.

Silence was deafening. It made your mind go to dark places, think about dark things. Things you pushed in some corner of your mind. You had to. You weren’t going to wallow in sadness forever.

You deserved to be happy. You kept telling yourself over and over again.

You were making some ramen for dinner after writing a long tedious paper. With your favorite show on, you were set for a nice relaxing night.

You shrieked when you looked at your supersoilder standing in the middle of your living room, almost dropping your bowl of ramen. You hadn’t even heard him come in.

You carelessly dropped the bowl on the coffee table embracing him in a tight hug. His scent overwhelming your senses. You felt tears roll down your cheeks. You were blown away by the relief you felt seeing him safe and sound and the weeks of longing and restless nights spent without him.

He let put a muffled groan before wrapping his arms around you. “I missed you too” He whispered nuzzling his nose in your hair.

You pushed yourself off of him, cradling his face in your hand. “Are you hurt?” You asked.

Steve was always distant when he got back from a long mission. He would still crave your hugs and cuddles, sometimes your body, to switch back to his normal self. You didn’t mind. You wanted to be there for him as he was for you. Your heart broke at the physical and emotional toll his work took on him.

“Oh my god” You cried looking his white t-shirt, now stained with blood around his ribs. You softly touched it with your hand. Taking it back instantly when you heard him hiss. “Why didn’t you get it checked out?”

“Don’t worry about it doll. I heal pretty fast. I just needed to see you” He said dipping down a bit to capture your lips.

You pulled away before he could. Frowning at him. “How could you be so careless?”

Turns out he did have a flaw after all. A fatal one at that.

He gave you a pout tilting his head a bit. By now he knew exactly how to play you. “Oh fine” You huffed. Standing on your tippy toes to capture his lips. You didn’t give in completely though, pulling away after just a few seconds.

You pulled on his hand, dragging him to the bathroom. Your ordered him to sit on the toilet seat while you looked for the first aid kit. You had patched up your mother and your sister a few times but you didn’t have a lot of experience with it. He really should have gotten his wounds checked at the med bay.

You stood in front of him pouring the alcohol on a small cotton bud. You looked at him, he was staring at his hands, his knuckles bruised.

“Hey come back to me” You whispered softly kneeling in front of him, caressing his swollen cheek.

“I should have stayed at the tower” he gave you a small smile “I don’t want you seeing me like this”

“No, don’t say that. I just want you to be more careful. You’re not alone anymore. I don’t mind patching you up or taking care of you”

“I’m sorry. I promise I’ll be more careful” He kissed your palm, his smile lifting up ever so slightly.

After stitching up some of his wounds you made him some tea to calm his nerves. You talked about your week while sipping on yours. You asked him about his mission but didn’t pry too much since he didn’t want to talk about it.

After a few hours most of his wounds healed and he seemed to relax. You were both in bed holding hands. Usually your legs would be tangled together while you were pressed tight, holding each other. You didn’t want to agitate his wounds so you chose to keep your distance. It was easy said than done. Two weeks without him, without his body against yours, him inside of you, had left you feeling hot and bothered.

He shifted towards you to get closer to you.

“Steve” You warned him. You couldn’t see his face but you knew he was giving you a cheeky smile. “You can’t sleep?”

“Don’t worry” He said pinching your cheek “Just jetlagged. It’ll come in a while”

You hummed to that. Throwing a leg over him. You propped yourself on your elbow when you felt, what could only be his erection, again your shin.

You smirked grabbing it in your hand stroking him through his boxers. He groaned out your name growing harder in your hand.

“Let me take care of you, daddy” You got up freeing his cock from the tight boxers.

“Shit” He cursed as you fondled and rubbed him in your hand. He particularly lost his mind when you grazed your thumb over his tip, smearing his precum to lube him up. “Do that again” He cried.

You did a couple of times before kneeling on your hands and knees to take him in your mouth. You sucked at his tip licking his slit while fondling his balls. Craning your neck to take one of them in your mouth sucking on it.

“Don’t tease” He demanded manoeuvring your head back to his dick.

With some research and practice you had become an expert at making him putty in your hands. You took his length in your mouth going as deep as you could. You still couldn’t completely swallow him.

He bunched up your hair creating a makeshift pony tail while you bobbed your head up and down on him. Making loud slurping noises. You were determined to take him as far down your throat as you could.

He was biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. He felt as if he could cum then and there. He tried distracting himself looking around the room. Only to be met with the silhouette of your ass peaking out of your nightshirt.

He groaned letting go of your hair to squeeze and fondle your cheeks. He brushed his fingers over your folds dipping them in. You were tight, tighter than you normally are. He could tell. You clenched on his fingers moaning around his dick. He had missed that feeling more than anything.

“Get over here” his voice raspy, commanding. He pulled at you dragging you to pull you just above his mouth.

You blushed at the awkward position. You had sat on his face a few times but never while you were sucking him. You were about to protest, you were trying to take care of him not the other way around, when you felt him lick a strip up your pussy.

You shuddered above him as he kept licking and pushing his tongue inside of you, fucking you with it. He pushed at your head. “Keep going”

You struggle to suck him or even stroke him, with him sucking harshly at your clit while playing with your pluckered hole.

You tried your best to keep from gagging as you stuffed him in your mouth and breathe through your nose.

“I’m going to come” you whined as he gently bit your clit “Come with me daddy. Come in my mouth” you plead.

You felt his grip on your ass get tighter as he pulled you in his tongue eating you out mercilessly. You cried out gushing around his mouth. You felt him release spurts of salty creamy cum in your mouth. You swallowed around him not wanting to waste one bit. You heaved trying to catch your breath as you took him out of your mouth.

Resting your head on his thigh tired from your orgasm. You bounced your fingers on his cock like a little trampoline. You giggled to yourself.

“What’s funny?” he asked smacking your ass his voice hoarse and tired.

“Nothing” You tried your best to muffle your laughs as you got off of him. Tucking him back in his boxers.

You wrapped your arm around his neck as he rested his head on your breast humming contently.

“Love you”

“Love you more” He replied on his way to a dreamless restful night after a long time.

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You had never been a huge fan of Christmas. It was all just a capitalist corporate ploy to get people to buy useless crap.

You used to sulk in your bed being a bit jealous of everyone who got to have a merry christmas. Full of presents with people they love. You never thought you would get to experience it. Until now.

It was the first of December. You and Steve woke up early to buy a Christmas tree. It took a while to get one best suited for your apartment but you were happy with it. It was small and perfect for both of you.

You had bought some ornaments to decorate it. Unbeknownst to you Steve had got some more over a month ago. He was that excited about your first Christmas together.

Your feet were tucked into a warm fuzzy blanket while you sipped on your hot cocoa. It was a hard but rewarding task. You finally managed to get your tree up.

You had jokingly bought some red, white and blue themed balls. He rolled his eyes when he saw them but you knew he secretly loved them.

He plopped down beside you. Smiling at the tree then staring at you.

“What’s up?” you asked him.

“Well I had an idea”

“Uh-oh that’s never a good thin..”

“Since you’ve made my Christmas so happy” He interrupted you “I’m giving you twenty-five presents for twenty-five days of Christmas”

“Steve you don’t have to”

“I finally have a girl I can spoil. I’m sorry sweetheart but you can’t stop me” He waved you off. It was true there was no stopping him when he set his mind on something.

“Here’s uh... here’s the first one” he said bashfully handing you a paper bag.

You smiled at him. You didn’t have it in you to break his heart. You opened the bag pulling out a white dress. You got a good look at it once it was out. It was beautiful. Maybe the most beautiful dress you’ve ever seen.

“This...”

“Yeah. I saw you looking at it the other day. You’ll look beautiful in it” He said as you inspected the material running your hands through the sheer net “It’s perfect actually. There’s a party. It’s a white christmas them? I’m not sure. I don’t understand half the things Tony comes up with.”

You had never met Tony or any of his teammates. He had talked about introducing you over Christmas. Which you were excited for until now. You weren’t one to wear make up or pretty dresses. Either you didn’t have the money for it or you didn’t have the time.

“I’d love to meet them” You finally spoke up. He would have to introduce someone like you to his amazing friends. “But this isn’t for me” You tried your best to keep your voice from cracking.

“Is it the wrong size?” He asked.

He remembered Clint telling him to never buy clothes for a woman. 'If it’s too big she’ll assume you think she’s fat. If it’s too small she’ll assume you want her to lose weight.’ He should’ve listened.

You chuckled at him blinking your tears away. “No it’s probably the right size. But it’s not for someone like me.”

“What do you mean?” he asked subtly pulling you into him to comfort you.

“It’s for beautiful girls. I know I know you think I’m beautiful” you shut him up before he could get a word out “But I’m not graceful or beautiful. Are you sure you want me to meet your friends?” you let out a humorless dry laugh.

“Yes I’m sure. You know why?” He asked to which you shook your head no “Because you’re the only one for me. You’re my best girl. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen”

“Steve” You whined covering your face. He always annoyed you with his gush of compliments and his love.

“You don’t have to wear that if you don’t like” He continued.

“Well I can’t say no now” You went back to looking at the dress. It was beautiful. You could pull it off. “Just so you know you’re the only one for me too” You pecked his lips your lips lingering close to his “Promise me this is forever?”

“I promise” He pulled you in to give you a proper kiss.

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blizzardfluffykpop · 3 years

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Winter Break

Summary: Yugyeom and you stay at Hogwarts for Winter Break.

Oneshot

Word Count: 1,967

Yugyeom X Reader

Requested: Hi~~ would it be possible to request #25 for the 25 Days of Winter with Yugyeom? I was a bit late for the Hogsmeade promt, but I was wondering how would it be to spend Christmas at Hogwarts? I hope your day was amazing 💜💜💜

Prompt: 25. Make your own prompt!

The ceiling in the great hall is covered in candles and snow. Almost as if you were to reach up, you could taste a freshly fallen snowflake. As the days draw closer to winter break, the more excitement builds off the walls. Everyone is itching to leave the castle and be with their families. Exiting the castle and almost everyone is throwing a snowball at someone else. Which would lead to me spotting one of my seven friends and hitting them in the back of their head. The little shiver as they turn back around with a cold stare. Wondering who dared to throw a snowball at them. I wave, and it turns one snowball thrown into a whole snowball fight. Professors are nowhere near safe, although Hagrid is always one to join in on the games.

Once we are all tuckered out, we head over to Care of Magical Creatures. Three more days and more than eighty percent of the students will be at home. Usually, I would be joining in that percentage alas, I’m having my first Christmas at Hogwarts. Hagrid beckons all of us to follow him to the lake. “Before we leave for home, I want to show you all what Hippocampuses do for the winter.” I catch up to Yugyeom and Bambam, and the three of us walk at the back of the crowd. “So, (Y/n), where are you going for winter break?” I shrug, “I’m staying here,...” Bambam pouts, “Aww,... I was hoping to visit you over the break.” I pout back, and Yugyeom gleams over at me, “So am I!” I grin and let out an excited ‘yes’.

I’ve been friends with Jaebeom, Mark, Jackson, Jinyoung, Youngjae, Bambam, and Yugyeom for six years now. While Mark and Jaebeom have graduated, we all remain friends. But, with Yugyeom, I don’t feel friendly emotions, I feel the type where your heart picks up when they walk into the room. When he laughs, my whole day becomes brighter when he's sad, I’m sad. In the beginning, I denied that I had any feelings for him because it was so much easier, seeing him as a friend. My heart thought differently and knowing that everyone in the group is heading home. Except for him and I, has my heart going into overdrive, I’m excited but terrified.

“Aw you guys are no fun,...” I laugh, “Bambam, if you want you could write to your mother and tell her you're staying here.” He shakes his head, “You know she would have my head after she already planned to have me over.” I laugh, “She is such a sweet woman though,...” He scoffs, “Yeah, uh-huh.” Yugyeom shakes his head and sticks his tongue out at Bambam, “We get to stay here, sucker!” I laugh and join in on his antics, and Bambam places his hand over his heart. “How can a Hufflepuff be so mean?” Yugyeom shrugs, “You bring the best out of us, Bambam.” Bambam scoffs, “I am a Gryffindor, I would do nothing of the sort.” He lifts his head up, walking away from us just to run into a tree. Yugyeom and I crack up and high five, “Don’t worry, I’m okay. THANK YOU for asking.” Bambam glaring at us, and we mimic him, “THANK YOU for asking! You’re welcome!”

We reach the bottom of the hill to see Hagrid showing us the Hippocampuses that lay swimming under the ice. “You see, the water underneath is quite warm. The ice is protecting the creatures lying within. A Ravenclaw lets out, “Does that include the Giant Squid?” Hagrid sighs, ready for a break, “He lies there, but he rarely comes out of his dwelling.” A few kids snicker, and after everyone sees the reds and blues of the Hippocampuses he leads us back to his house. “Alright, class dismissed.”

The next weekend, Yugyeom and I watch our four friends leave for home. Bambam promised to write us a letter. From seven to five and now down to two. When they leave, Yugyeom looks over at me and asks, “Wanna make snow angels with me?” I smile, “Why not?” He grabs my arm, and we run to the courtyard. He drags me down with him, and I can’t help but laugh. Swinging our arms back and forth, we make our angels perfect. I do my best to get up and not ruin my angel. Yugyeom follows suit and looks at our angels, and says, “They’re missing something.” I raise my brows, and he draws little halos over them. I laugh and accidentally bump into him. Causing the halo to go right into the head of his angel. He drags me down on top of him, and we tussle. “My angel was perfect!” I flip us over, “Not as perfect as mine was!” I say as we roll across both of our angels, ruining them. I pout, “Now, we gotta do them all over again.” He scrunches his nose up, and it’s my turn to throw us into a blanket of snow.

We recreate our original snow angels, and with a chill, we head back into the castle. Sitting across from him in the great hall, I bet him a sickle that I can beat him in Wizard’s chess. He pouts, “You have an unfair advantage!” I look up and pretend to think about it, “I don’t know whatever you mean.” He glares, “You and Jinyoung are on the chess team.” I shrug, “Maybe” He shakes his head, and between us appears a chessboard. I let him make a move first, “Okay,... No pressure. Pawn to F3.” My jaw drops, seeing as I was going to take him out in three moves. And now this game is going to go longer than I intended it. “What?” I sigh, “Nothing,...” He smirks, “I’ve watched you and Jinyoung play enough to know that’s the only safe bet with you guys.” I roll my eyes, and I start taking him out piece by piece. I stopped paying attention to his pawns and attention to killing off the queen. I have everything except the rook and a bishop when he lands a pawn on my side. “I’d like my queen.” My jaw drops, and with the way, his queen sits at E1. His queen and rook unite in killing my king. Not only am I in shock but agony. He chuckles, “Beginner’s luck!” I sigh and laugh out, “Experienced loser!” He grins, “Ayy, you’ve beat Jinyoung how many times at chess?” I shrug, “Never lost to a beginner though.” He smirks, “Life is always open to new opportunities, right?” I cross my arms and pout, “I guess” He ruffles my hair and pulls out of his pocket three of my pieces that I seemingly lost. “You little--” He scampers off, and I chase him around the tables. “That’s cheating!” Our laughter booming off the walls, “Not if you didn’t catch me!” I finally catch up to him and wrap my arms around him. “Now, I did.” He mumbles, “You did years ago.” But I couldn’t quite make out what he said.

I give him his sickle, “But I cheated?” I shrug, “My loss, cause I didn’t pay attention to you sneaking the pieces off the board.” He flicks it up and says, “Heads we sit in front of the fire after sneaking butterbeer from the kitchens. Or tails you buy us butterbeer from the three broomsticks.” I shake my head, “Oh Merlin,... I hope it’s heads.” He catches it on his forearm, and I look over his shoulder to see which side landed right-side up. “Heads!” I point to him and say, “Your common room!” He looks over and asks, “Why’s that?” I shrug, “It’s closer, less likely to be caught.” He smirks, “And when did you ever care about that?” I roll my eyes, “I don’t want to spend my winter break scrubbing cauldrons.” “Fair enough.”

We grab a case of butterbeer and a few pastries before we head to the Hufflepuff common room. “You guys decorated?” He nods, “Of course, all the third years got together like three weeks ago and decorated it.” I smile, “It’s so beautiful,...” He smiles, “I think so too.” We sprawl out on the couch and watch the flame twinkle. We each pop open a bottle, and he says, “You know I didn’t plan to stay here.” I look over at him and ask him why he was then. “My parents are helping my brother move into his new house.” I nod, “I bet that’s hard, isn’t it? When you go back, you won’t see your brother.” He sighs, “Yeah,... I miss him already, I know he writes to me all the time. But I guess it’s hard to know something consistent is no longer.” I nod, “I understand that, Gyeom.” He puts his face into my shoulder, and I reach my hand up and play with his hair. He asks me why I’m here this year, “My mother is stationed in another country. You know how she’s an Auror and all it’s just weird not to spend the holidays with her.” He nods, “I know, exactly, what you mean.” I rest my head on top of his and take in the moment together.

Today is Christmas, and since I decided to stay with Yugyeom in his dorm. Since everyone else in our year is at home for the holidays. I had no one to bunk with within my house. Yugyeom is already in front of the fire and has a butterbeer cracked open. His presents on top of his lap, and I hide my gift for him behind my back. He looks over and sees me and cracks another butterbeer open, and tells me it's mine. I grin and join him on the couch, both of us dressed in fluffy pajamas. He scoots closer to me and hands me a small box. I give him my gift, and he smiles. We decided to save each other for last. Bambam’s mom made my owl a cardigan, and he got me a human-sized one. It seems they did the same for each of us, in a variety of colors. I laugh at Mark’s gift for Yugyeom is a set of fake tattoos. The note says, “To fulfill your need for more!” He laughed as well, and Mark gave me a coffee mug with three different packs of hot cocoa. Knowing I will share it with the rest of the group. Each gift makes me feel warm and fuzzy. It's nice to know I have such good friends.

I reach to open Yugyeom’s gift to me, and he tells me, “Before you open yours,... I have something to tell you.” I nod, “Okay,...” He finishes up with his gift, “I,... uh,... I’ve liked you since our second year.” I grin, “That’s a relief since I’ve liked you since second as well.” He smiles and we open our gifts. It’s a gold necklace with his name scrawled out, “It’s beautiful, Yugyeom.” He smiles and finds that I got him a similar gift, but with my name written in cursive. “So can I call you mine?” I ask him softly as he turns around and has me clasp the necklace around his neck. “If I get to call you mine, in turn.”

I point up at the ceiling there hangs a big bundle of mistletoe. “They say Hogwarts mistletoe is special.” He finishes my sentence, “It only appears above couples who are meant to be.” I place my hand on his cheek, and he holds my face in his hands. And for the first time, I kiss the lips of Kim Yugyeom. Maybe spending winter break at Hogwarts was the best idea my mother had yet.

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gingerwritess · 4 years

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Elliots first Christmas? or maybe his first time getting to see snow? I'm a sucker for baby Elliot and your writing in general!!!!!! LOve youuuuuuuuu

the thing about baby Elliot is that...i just...

i just love him.

this has mentions of christmas, a not-too-bad fight, tears, and a cute chubby lil blue baby. enjoy!

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“And this one is for you. See? Daddy made it, just for you.”

“Urrghh!” Little hands reach for the glowing blue stone floating in your palm.

“No eating this one,” you grin, nudging his chubby cheek with your nose.

Perched on your hip, your baby boy brings the round stone to his mouth for a few experimental gnaws anyways, his other hand fisted tight into your shirt.

“I said no eating it.” You quickly take the orb from his prying fingers and hang it on the Christmas tree, stepping back and giving Elliot a couple bounces. “Let’s go find daddy, yeah?”

“I’m right here, I’m coming...”

Carefully stepping over a mostly-empty box of ornaments and garlands, Loki works his way over to the two of you—two mugs and a sippy-cup in hand.

He looks ridiculously huggable in that loose shirt, an embroidered trail spiraling up his right arm. Unable to help yourself, you let your hand brush subtly over his side as he passes, confirming your suspicions: it’s even softer than it looks.

A dazed glaze crosses his eye when he reaches you, skin glowing golden in the dim light from the tree.

“That is a beautiful tree,” he remarks, handing you the sippy-cup and Elliot the mug. “Not too bad for Elliot’s first, hm?”

“Loki.”

“Oh, you already hung the one I made...” his face falls in the slightest, catching sight of the blue orb nestled among the branches.

“Loki,” you laugh, waving your hand in his face, “I get the mug. Elliot gets the sippy-cup.”

He blinks, realising you—oh, not you, Elliot—haven’t taken the mug yet.

Naturally, considering he was holding it out to his nearly one year old.

“Norns. I’m sorry.” He quickly switches his hands, setting his mug down and lifting Elliot into his arms with a laugh. “You’re too distracting, love, what can I say?”

“Way to jump on the opportunity, honey.” You take a tentative sip of your hot cocoa, peeking at him over the rim. “Mmm. You have yourself a new job.”

“Good?”

You clink your mug against his. “The best.”

A smile tugs at his lips, and the two of you turn back to decorating your tree, Elliot cuddled up tight under Loki’s chin.

The occasional gurgle breaks through the dim, cozy room, always followed with Loki’s quiet “is that so?” the sound of a smooch, and a little giggle to follow.

The ornament Loki crafted for his son glows in the branches.

You put another ornament, a glimmering golden leaf from Loki’s mother, on the tree, struggling to hook the tiny thing to a branch. It’s the best kind of quiet, peaceful and thick and warm, with Loki murmuring to Elliot on the other side of the tree.

You steal a few glances just to warm your heart at the sight of your baby in Loki’s arms.

Loki has just made it start to snow over the half-decorated tree, giving it that last wintery touch it needs, when the door bell rings, cutting through the peace.

“I’ll get it,” you tell him with a smile—he’s too cute with Elliot in one arm, a hand out in front of him with snowflakes falling into his palm for an awestruck Elliot to play with.

He blows a small puff of snow after you as you walk by, bringing a bubbly little giggle from Elliot’s throat. “Thank you, love!”

When you open the door, a chorus of “happy holidays!” greets you, and you can’t help but grin as you duck back inside to call Loki to come to the door.

Rosy cheeks and scarves wrapped around their necks, an older lady at the front of the group turns to the carollers and raises her hands with an excited smile.

“What is this?” Coming up behind you, Loki lays an apprehensive hand on your shoulder. “Who are they?”

“It’s all good,” you laugh, grabbing his hand and leaning back into him next to Elliot. “They’re carollers. They’re going to sing, just listen.”

Cuddled up in the doorway, the three of you happily let the singing wash over you, cheeks a tiny bit cold as a winter wind picks up. Giving Loki’s hand a quick, reassuring squeeze, you take Elliot from his arms and wrap him in your jacket.

The little baby, entranced by the strange singers at your doorstep, watches with wide, bright eyes and a chubby hand contentedly in his mouth.

The group starts another song after you politely applaud the first, and Loki pulls you closer.

“This is nice,” he whispers before pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Slightly awkward, but I like it.”

A little girl at the front of the group glances away from her music just in time to catch Loki’s little kiss. Clapping a hand over her mouth, she giggles and quickly pretends not to have seen, but the baby in your arms catches her eye.

“Hey!” She points at you, music forgotten. “Your baby’s blue!”

The singing stutters to a shaky halt, and Loki’s gaze snaps to his son in your arms, heart plummeting.

Sure enough, Elliot, gazing intently at the carollers, has a rather large patch of blue working its way across his chubby cheek, his left eye already deep red.

“Sweetheart,” probably her dad says, quickly kneeling by the little girl, “we can’t say things like that...”

“I am so sorry,” Loki blurts before you can say anything. “He’s, um, he’s...he’s...”

“Just sensitive to the cold,” you cut in, offering everyone a smile as you wrap Elliot a little tighter to keep warm.

But Loki takes him from your arms, his eyes wide and dare you say scared, seeing nothing but a crowd of people staring in horror at him and his blue son.

“I’ll take him inside,” he mutters. “Don’t stop on our account.”

He turns his back to you as you call out to him and reach for his arm, at the same moment the older lady from before cries “wait!”

“Loki, you don’t have to leave,” you quietly tell him when he pauses. “Come back here. Stay.”

“You have a very cute baby,” the lady offers, and a few smiles and nods start coming from the group behind her. “What’s his name?”

You look to Loki to answer, but he just stares down at the baby, cheeks probably flushed.

“Elliot,” you answer for him, grabbing Loki’s arm once it’s in reach and gently tugging him back to the doorway. “This is our baby, Elliot. And...yeah,” you laugh softly, “he turns blue.”

“That’s super cool,” the little girl pipes up again. “I didn’t mean t’ make you sad, mister. I just never seen a blue baby before.”

“He’s adorable,” someone from the back agrees, and a few murmurs and smiles and nods of agreement appear in the little crowd.

Loki, struggling to fight his internal battle, just keeps his gaze trained on the little blue baby wriggling around in his arms to see the guests, embarrassed beyond belief.

First his kid had to turn blue, then he had to go and make it worse—as if it could’ve gotten worse at all.

The disdain for this blue skin is clear on his flushed face.

“Loki, snap out of it,” you scold under your breath, poking him gently in the side. “We’ve talked about this.”

He just glares at you from the corner of his eyes, a childish hint of a snarl on his lips.

Your gaze hardens. “Loki.”

The little group of carollers looks a bit uncomfortable, and you can’t blame them.

“We, uh, have a song for your kid!” It’s the dad of the little girl who called Elliot out in the first place, trying to offer you a friendly, sheepish grin. “Blue Christmas, everybody? Kinda...fitting, right?”

They all titter excitedly, shuffling around in their music as the lady in the front leads them in the song.

“I’ll have a blue Christmas, without you...”

“Loki,” you laugh, a hand to your heart as they all smile and sing the perfect Christmas carol to you and your family. “Loki, get it? Blue Christmas?”

He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t leave, either.

—

It was sweet. They all cooed over Elliot, blue patch and all, when they finished their song, and he giggled and screeched happily when the little girl came up to say hi before they left.

You thanked the carollers profusely, offered them some of the cookies you and Loki had made earlier, and even got Loki to say a quiet “happy holidays” after a subtle nudge to the hip. Of course, the moment they left and went to the next house, Loki hoisted Elliot onto his other hip and stomped inside without another word.

Ohh, no he doesn’t. He’s not getting off that easy.

“Loki,” you call, hurrying inside after him and slamming the door behind you. “I’ve gotta talk to you.”

“I’d really rather you didn’t,” he replies, flopping back onto the couch. Elliot, nestled in a fuzzy blanket now, wiggles around on his lap as Loki tucks him tighter into the blanket, brushing a thumb over the fading blue spot on his round cheek.

You come to stand in front of him, crossing your arms. He doesn’t look up.

“You growled at me out there.”

He shrugs. “Sorry.”

“Oh—okay, then. We’re being immature about this. Okay.”

“Sorry.”

Elliot lets out a happy gurgle, twisting around to gaze up at you with a gummy smile.

“Daddy’s being a baby,” you smile down at your son. “And he’s being mean to us.”

Loki’s heart plummets. “I’m not—no, I’m not being mean—”

“You snarled at me like some kind of animal,” you interrupt, your hand flying up to stop him. “And now you’re acting like a child. And you’re insulting your son, Loki, you can’t treat him like this.”

His jaw clenches and you know you struck a nerve. The question now, though, is how he’ll take the truth.

“What, like the monster he is?”

Ah. Not well, apparently.

“Don’t say that!” You cry, jaw dropping at how easily he said it.

“It’s the truth,” he hisses, eyes narrowing up at you. “I fathered a monster. A freak of nature.”

“Oh, shut up.” You grab Elliot off his lap and hug him tight to your chest—he giggles and grabs firm hold of your nose. “I’m so sick of you acting like this, Loki, do you have any idea—”

“Acting like what? Like an animal? Like a monster? Hm? Please, tell me.”

You square your jaw, knowing exactly what he’s trying to get you to say. It won’t work, not this time.

He raises an eyebrow at you, waiting. “Are you going to answer me? How am I acting, darling?”

“You’re acting like your father.”

A dull ache even twists your heart as your words hit him.

Loki shoots to his feet, a finger pointed in your face. “Never compare me to either of those men,” he hisses, eyes flashing. “You can call me an animal, a monster, a beast, but never, ever compare me to those excuses of beings.”

Even in the burning heat of his angered gaze, you stand your ground.

“You’re acting like Odin.”

“DO NOT SPEAK HIS NAME IN THIS HOUSE—”

“Listen to me!” You shout over him. “LISTEN!”

Elliot’s little hands fist in the collar of your shirt as a tiny whimper comes from the crook of your neck, and your heart twists.

“Sorry, Elliot.” You hug him closer and rock him gently, starting to pace.

“I’m listening.” Loki, arms crossed and eyebrow raised, tracks your every move before him.

You shoot him a glare—this is not helping.

“You’re acting like Odin,” you tell him matter-of-factly. “When you act like your son is a monster, trying to hide him, being ashamed of who he is, you’re doing exactly what Odin did to you.”

“This is entirely different.” He shakes his head at you. “Don’t act like you know what you’re talking about.”

“I do.”

“Oh. Well, then.”

“I’m your wife,” you say sharply, glaring at him. “Not that that means anything to you, clearly. But after all I’ve had to watch you go through, everything I know you’ve experienced, I think I know what I’m talking about.”

Loki doesn’t respond—because you’re right, and he won’t give you that victory.

“You can’t treat Elliot like this,” you continue, this time a touch gentler than before. You’ve broken through to him, if only in the slightest. “If you treat him the way you were treated, like he’s a curse, or a monster, or anything but the greatest thing that ever happened to you, then he’s going to grow up like you did. Afraid, doubting himself, loathing himself for who he is.”

Loki’s head drops to his hands as your onslaught continues.

“So yeah, you’re acting like Odin. You’re acting like our son is a monster who should either be hidden from sight or hidden from the truth, and if you don’t snap out of it, you’re going to hurt him. You can’t tell me I’m wrong, Loki.”

Grateful for the calmer voices, Elliot’s rested his head on your shoulder, still reaching his tiny hands up to play with your nose.

You try your best to keep your face solemn and stern as the little hand moves.

“I can’t,” Loki finally agrees, voice clipped in his hands. “You’re not wrong.”

“I know.”

An uncomfortable silence befalls the dim room, your half-decorated Christmas tree twinkling behind him.

You’d like Loki to say something, but he just keeps holding his head in his hands, silent.

Elliot lets out a soft string of garbled sounds. His bright gaze falls on Loki’s slumped form, and he wiggles around in your arms to reach for him.

“Here,” you say quietly, stepping closer and holding Elliot out to him. “Elliot wants you.”

He sits up with a sigh and takes his son into his arms, holding him out in front of him. Elliot kicks his onsied feet in the air, his chubby cheeks squishing up with a giggle.

“I do love you,” he whispers to his son, and sets him on his lap with a soft kiss to his forehead. “Never think otherwise, Elliot.”

You move to step away, still unsure of how the rest of the night should play out. There’s been no apology, no reconciliation, yet you’ve said all you need to say.

At least he’s showing Elliot some affection.

It’d be nice if Loki would say that to you, too.

Luckily his hand shoots out to catch your wrist before you’re out of reach, though his gaze stays trained on his son.

“Please don’t leave.”

You don’t move, which Loki takes as an incredibly good sign; he hasn’t ruined everything yet.

“Would you sit with me?”

Toeing the line of the emotional distance between the two of you, you oblige and perch on the edge of the couch next to him.

He still hasn’t let go of your hand.

“I’m so sorry,” he mutters, intently watching Elliot wriggle his way out of the blanket. “I...sorry. I’m sorry.”

His thumb flits over your knuckles, and you squeeze his hand in a small gesture of reassurance.

“I’m going to get better at this, if it’s the last thing I do. I swear to you.”

“I know you will,” you reply with a small smile. “And I’m trying to help. But if you’re getting mad at me all the time, we won’t get anywhere.”

“You’re right.” Loki laughs, a quiet, anything but humorous sound.

Finally fighting his way out of the blanket—Loki kept tucking him back in, trying to keep him warm—Elliot grabs hold of Loki’s shirt in his tiny hands, struggling to pull himself closer.

“I’m so sorry. I’ll work on that, if you’ll allow me to stay.”

“Of course,” you say gently. “I trust you. And I love you.”

“You mean everything to me,” Loki blurts, finally turning to look at you. “I love you with more than my entire being, and the son you’ve given me...words can’t begin to describe what I feel for our child.”

“Don’t rely on words, then. Focus on showing it, leading by example.”

“I am terrified of hurting him,” Loki whispers, gazing down at the baby clutching at his chest. “So much so that I worry my precautions may be what harm him in the end.”

“You won’t hurt him.” You squeeze his hands again with a small smile. “I won’t let you. Which is why you are going to have to start respecting yourself and your other form, ‘cause if you can’t, he never will.”

Elliot’s pulled himself to almost eye level with his father now, shakily trying to balance on his pj-covered knees on Loki’s stomach with one hand in his shirt to hold on to. Eyes bright and wide, he lifts a hand to grab hold of Loki’s nose, too.

His little bottom lip wobbles.

“If you start crying,” Loki whispers to him, absently bringing your hand to his lips, “I’m going to break down like a fool. Don’t you dare.”

You give a quiet laugh, all too happy to feel Loki’s lips against your knuckles, silently begging for forgiveness. “He’s already on my side, trying to get you to be more open.”

Both of you laugh at the idea, watching Elliot gaze up at Loki with those big bright eyes, but it’s truth suddenly rings clear.

A tear races down his chubby cheek.

Then with a great trembling sob, he crawls closer to Loki’s chest and buries his little face in the crook of his neck, clutching at his shirt in a desperate, unpracticed plea for security.

“What in all Hel,” Loki murmurs—the baby has never cried like this. Never wept.

But he’s clinging onto Loki for dear life, tears staining his tiny, round face, one curious little hand still floating around Loki’s face.

Loki quickly hugs him, rubbing a comforting hand over his back and shushing him, tucking him close against him. The shrill sobs and tiny, trembling body shake him to the core; you know how he hates the sound, but to hear it from his own child...

“It’s okay,” you soothe and scoot closer—soothing your baby or your husband, you don’t know.

Whichever of them needs it the most.

“Did I do this?”

His voice quiet, defeated, clutches at your heart.

“This is a sign,” he decides, hugging his baby tight and closing his eyes. “He can’t even understand me and I’ve already hurt him.”

“Loki. You know that’s not it.”

“Don’t turn this into a pity party for me,” he laughs bitterly. “Sorry. This is just strange. I felt just about ready to cry myself, when he started.”

“Do you think he knew that?”

“As in feeling what I feel?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug, leaning over to wipe some of the tears off Elliot’s little face. “You’re a special guy. I wouldn’t be surprised if you passed any of that along.”

Loki gently pries the baby from his neck, keeping him close but moving him to where you can both see him.

Elliot gazes back at you, chubby cheeks streaked with tears.

He reaches for Loki again, and when you glance to your husband beside you, he has tears brimming his own eyes.

“Loki?”

Maybe Elliot’s onto something.

“Do you...want to cry?”

“No,” he quickly answers, blinking away whatever tears you thought you saw. “I’ve done too much to you tonight, I’m in no position to ask for your comfort.”

A soft smile tugs at your lips, and you squeeze his hand once more before pulling away, settling back on the couch pillows.

“You’re such a drama queen.” You pat your thighs, opening your arms to him. “C’mere and cry on me.”

He visibly tenses, drawing Elliot back to his chest as the crying picks up again. “I’m fine.”

“That’s an order, your royal iciness.”

His resolve cracks with one well-timed, mildly threatening lift of your eyebrow.

With a defeated sigh, he scoots the bit of space needed to curl up between your legs, Elliot still snug in his arms as he lays his head on your chest. The tears are quick to follow, leaving you with a teary baby—in the arms of your much larger, much older teary baby.

“I am sorry,” Loki whispers, voice trembling. “Are we going to be okay? You and I?”

“What—yes, of course, you idiot.” You can’t help but laugh, threading your fingers into his hair. “If that’s as bad as our fights get, I’m going to be really, really grateful.”

“I feel horrid about this,” he chokes out, but you just smile and keep playing with his hair.

“You don’t have to, honey. I forgive you.”

“But you shouldn’t. I’m so, so sorry. And I can’t exactly apologise to my son...”

“Yeah, you can,” you cut in, thumbs brushing away the tears on his cheekbones as they fall. “Love every tiny part of him and make him feel safer than you’ve ever felt, and I think he’ll be able to forgive you.”

“I love him,” he promises, and press a firm kiss to the baby’s tiny forehead. “More than I ever thought possible.”

Silence befalls the dim room, Loki and Elliot huddled on you as you stroke Loki’s hair until he has no more tears to shed.

Consequently, you note that Elliot calms down to a few sniffles just as Loki does.

“You know,” you murmur, just in case one of them fell asleep, “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to fully forgive Odin for what he did to you. Raising you to hate yourself. It’s sickening.”

Loki just gives a teary laugh, hugs Elliot tighter, and slips an arm under your thigh to hug you tight, too.

“It’s Christmas, my darling, and we have a son to share it with.” He grabs your hand to press another kiss to your knuckles. “I don’t want to grace that man with a moment more of our happiness.”

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Yule - Bang Chan Smut

I’ve been wanting to write a second part to Beltane since... well since I wrote Beltane. So with Yule coming tomorrow, I wrote this baby! Happy Yule my darlings and Happy Holidays in general~

Bang Chan smut, 2.3k words, AO3

It was well into winter already. You could see it in the nights that were getting longer and the brightly decorated shop windows. But most importantly you could feel it was getting colder, it was finally “hoodie season” as your boyfriend would say. The boyfriend who was lately way too busy.

Chris and his group were currently promoting their new album and you’d be lucky if you got to see him a few hours a week, but really you couldn’t blame him. You knew all too well how time-consuming and exhausting his job was, and also how much he loved doing it, you just missed him terribly. But hopefully tonight, the longest night of the year, this would change. You wouldn’t really call it a date or anything but he had promised to you, since he’d have the weekend off that you could watch movies and spend time together.

He arrived late in the evening. As it seemed appropriate for the occasion and the terribly cold weather you had lit up the fireplace a few hours ago and the house was cozily warm. He found you sitting on the couch with a notebook in your hand, a warm cup of tea, wearing one of his hoodies that looked adorably oversized on you and barely covered your bare thighs. He smiled softly as he took of his coat and put his backpack away on the counter and quietly sat next to, trying to not distract you from your task.

“What’d you got there baby?” he asked and giggled as you let out a tiny scream. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in, I was doing something.” you answered, laughing along as you placed your notes on the coffee table and gave him a big hug. Oh how you missed his hugs. They made you feel so warm and fuzzy… They felt like home.

“Just writing down a presents’ list. I want to make sure I didn’t forget anyone.” You answered while nuzzling closer to him, leaving a tiny kiss on his cheek. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too” he answered as he softly held your face and kissed you. “And I must say, coming home to you wearing my hoodie…that’s the best way to welcome me. You look so cute.” You blushed ever the slightest and playfully pushed him away. “Any presents left to buy?” he questioned, checking out your mostly checked list.

“Nope everything’s all set. I just need to finish the last few cards and I can ship them all out on Monday… which is technically on time but not really.” You giggled. “Gift-giving is a Yule tradition after all, so I should be done by today.”

“Yule?” Chris scrunched his nose. “Isn’t that the winter solstice?”

You nodded. “Yes! And it’s actually were many Christmas traditions come from. The Yule Log, the tree, even the gifts are all much older than <<Christmas>>. Oh! Speaking of which!” you beamed and hopped up, giving him a peak of the lovely white lace panties that you were wearing underneath his hoodie in the progress. You ran to your bedroom carrying a bag decorated with a big bow and gave it to him. His joy could not be hidden when he carefully unwrapped camera you had bought for him, smiling fondly as he remembered that he had told you how he was really starting to get into photography lately. He hugged you tightly, thanking you and already thinking of all the pictures he could take.

“So,” he asked after a few minutes “what are the plans for today babygirl?”

“Hmm… I don’t know. You came straight from practice so we can just watch movies and cuddle if you want.” You said with a shrug. Honestly as long you got to cuddle him you were perfectly fine with anything. He bit his lip in thought.

“You know what would get this on a whole other level of coziness?” he said, looking way too serious for the casualty of the matter at hand. “Let’s build a pillow fort!” You couldn’t help but laugh at his cute expression and beaming smile though you were certain yours was just the same. His idea was indeed really nice.

Getting down to what wouldn’t really count as work, but more as a playful treasure hunt, you gathered chairs, sheets, blankets and all kinds of pillows to build the perfect fort. It took you the rest of the evening to make but it was all worth it, you thought to yourself as you added one last detail : a leftover string of fairy lights, from decorating the other day, which made it all the more cozy. As he was setting up your laptop, you quickly sneaked into the kitchen to make two hot cocoas for both of you.

You snuggled into the warm and cozy fort, sipping your warm drinks and enjoying your movie and most of all each other’s companies. It wasn’t long until you were laughing along with How the Grinch Stole Christmas. Halfway through you were only partially paying attention as Chris had gotten busy leaving sweet kisses all over your face between your guys’ giggles. By the end of the movie he was comfortably nuzzled on your shoulder, leaving small kisses on your jaw and neck while you played with his soft fluffy hair, letting out small content hums.

As soon as the credits rolled he lazily shuffled to your laptop, closed it and pushed it on the nearest chair. You laid comfortably between the pillows, making grabby hands for him to come back, with your cute sweater paws. And return he did, wriggling over you, supporting himself so that he wouldn’t fall on top of you. He stared at your warm smile under the soft lighting of the fire and fairylights, his eyes so full love.

“Help me! I’m feeling!” he comically quoted the movie, dipping down to kiss your lips. You gently pulled him down for a second… and then a third and fourth, each kiss deeper and more heated than the last. He traced your bottom lip with his tongue, wordlessly asking for permission to take this further and you complied, weaving your fingers into his hair. Warm fingers were soon pressing into your thighs, sneaking their way under your shirt to feel more of you.

He was headed lower, peppering open mouthed kisses all over your neck and shoulder, softly biting your clavicle as he was desperately trying to expose more skin. Raising the hem of the hoodie just a little higher, he moved towards your chest were he could continue his sweet teasing, leaving you breathless. You squirmed as his warm lips ghosted over your sensitive nipples and your hips bucked when he sucked one of them in his mouth. And still he continued, with small loving kisses on your tummy and a tantalizing nibble on your hipbone.

Completely ignoring the place you wanted him most, he turned to your thighs, getting comfortable between your legs and taking his sweet time kissing your inner thighs, playfully biting and sucking small hickeys on them, both a warning for what would come next and a reminder for the following days. A chill ran through your spine as he reached the edge of your panties and a whimper that you hadn’t realize you were holding escaped your lips. The light of the fire made his eyes look like honey as he gazed up to you through his eyelashes, teasingly kissing your lower lips through the lace garment and smirking a devilish smirk when he heard you moan. Like a silent plea, one of your hands was grabbing at his shoulder, pulling on his hoodie, almost begging him to take it off.

As much as wanted to keep on teasing you, tonight was the first time he had you all to himself in a while and he didn’t plan on spending all of it like this. He did quick work with taking off his own hoodie and pants, and then slowly removed your panties before he lied down between your legs. Your fingers were in his hair as his hot breath hit your bare pussy. His tongue touched you next as he took him time to warm you up, moaning as if you were the sweetest caramel he had ever tasted.

You almost had forgotten how skillful his tongue was, slow long strokes exploring your folds, softly flicking and sucking on your clit then licking again. He was truly taking his time with you, instead of rushing to make up for the weeks he hadn’t touched you, he was going slowly yet in an overwhelmingly passionate rhythm that was making you moan and whimper, matching the movements of your hips with his tongue’s. And oh did he love hearing your sounds. It was a truly rare occasion to have you so open, exposed and unapologetically vocal and all for him.

“C-Chris, please. I need more please~” You groaned out in exasperation. And he was happy to comply, stopping his ministrations with a last teasing lick and sitting up. He was almost sad to discard the last piece of clothing off of you, his hoodie, and then took of his boxers, freeing his hard cock. With small kisses he made his way up to your lips again, giving you a much rougher kiss while grinding his erection on your wet folds

You sighed, as he teased your entrance, wrapping your legs around his waist, urging him to move. The drop of his jaw was barely registered when he filled you up, as your hands reached for his shoulders, moaning out at the sudden stretch. He started a slow pace and shallow thrusts, wanting to give you some time to get used to his size and mostly just enjoying being so close to you.

With breathless whispers of I-love-yous he kept going slow and steady, switching between kissing your lips and softly nibbling on your neck. You were overwhelmed by how gentle and loving yet passionate he was, truly seizing your first time alone in a long time. This wasn’t a simple quick fuck, hidden away and trying to stay quiet. He was sweetly making love to you, pouring out his feelings in every single move of his hips and each tiny kiss on your skin.

Just like his thrusts started growing faster and deeper, so did your moans grew louder. Your nails were scratching on his sculpted back, making him hiss and riling him up to go harder. He could feel you tighten around his cock in return and low groans left his throat. You were matching him beat for beat, pushing back against him as you felt your orgasm approach, pleading him to go just a little faster, you were almost there.

Knowing his own high was approaching just as fast, feeling that tightening knot in his abdomen, he picked up the pace. In an instant your noises filled the little room, your back arching off of the soft futon on the floor, squirming around his cock. Feeling your convulsing walls was more than Chris could take and with a few more thrusts he was cumming deep inside of you.

You ended up falling asleep in the fort, all warm and cozy, comfortably cuddled up together, way too lazy and fucked out to even consider moving to the bed. The morning sun woke you up as it shone through your balcony door and over one of the blankets that have fallen overnight. You turned around in Chris’ embrace, who had somehow ended up spooning you in his sleep, finding him still fast asleep. His arms instinctively hugged you a little tighter, a gesture that only made the warm feeling inside you grow.

The thought to wriggle away from your cuddly boyfriend’s hug and warm blankets into the cold room seemed insane and so you stayed there, counting Chris’ light freckles. You probably cooed a little too loud at an exceptionally cute constellation on his cheeks because he sleepily opened his eyes. As soon as he realized that he was holding you instead of his usual pillow he stirred, memories from last night flooding in making his smile mirror yours.

“Good morning babygirl.” He said, his voice still rough from sleep.

“Good morning baby.” You answered stretching as you got up. “I’m going to go wash up and get started with breakfast.” you told him with a kiss before making your way to the bathroom.

He joined you in the kitchen a little later, as you had just started making coffee. Still slow from sleep and his hair adorably fluffy, he walked behind you giving you a back hug and resting his head on your shoulder. He seemed to get a little more awake as his backpack caught his eye, left on the counter from last night. Opening it quietly as he was fumbling around with the compartments, while you grabbed a few muffins from the box you had bought the other day and set them on the table along with the coffee cup. He followed you, holding a tiny box.

“I was going to give it to you as an early Christmas present yesterday, but we got a little carried away yesterday.” He giggled as he opened the box for you, revealing a delicate silver moon necklace. “For you,” he continued “my moon in the darkest nights.” He told you as he fastened the accessory in the back of your neck. “I love you, babygirl.”

“I love you too, Chris.” You said with a soft blush blooming on your cheeks as you pulled him down for a kiss.

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Fluffy Blankets - Iruka x Reader

Here's my first of 32 (hopefully) Christmas oneshots for 2020! I hope you like this, and if you've got any requests, pm me and those requests will go into my regular oneshot books since this book is completely planned out! Enjoy:)

Hot cocoa, comfy pajamas, fuzzy socks, and The Grinch playing on your TV. It couldn't get better than this. Well, you thought that until you heard your husband walk through the front door. It was his last day at work at the academy before Christmas break, so once he walked through the door, he was all yours for two whole weeks. No early mornings or late nights grading papers. Just the two of you enjoying he holiday season.

After slipping off his shoes and hanging his flak jacket on a hook near the door, he made his way to the living room where you were cuddled on the couch in a pile of warm, fluffy blankets. Iruka felt his heart melt as he saw you. He then walked off to the bedroom, coming back a moment later in his pajamas. He walked over to you with a smile, his hair now loose and brushing against his shoulders. "Would you mind sharing your blankets with me?" he grinned. You giggled and opened the blankets, inviting him to lay with you. He smiled and laid down, his head nuzzling into the crook of your neck. One of your hands went to play with his hair while the other rubbed his back, "How was work today, sweetheart?" "Insane. The day before break is always the hardest," he sighed softly, "But now I've got my beautiful wife in my arms, so it's all better," he looked up to you with a warm smile. "Iruka, have I told you yet today that you're the most handsome man I've ever seen?" A light blush appeared on his cheeks at the compliment, "No, I don't think you have," he chuckled softly. "Well you are. My handsome husband," you smiled at him before cupping his jaw and pulling him in for a soft kiss. He kissed back without hesitation, allowing your lips to move slowly and deeply against his. He let out a small, happy sigh through his nose. After a moment, he pulled away, just staring into your eyes with a smile. "Hey Ruka?" you gave him a mischievous smile. "What is it love?" he asked softly and kissed your cheek. "Well, these blankets keep me pretty warm during the day, but now that you're home, I've got another idea to stay warm." He raised his brows at your suggestion, "Yeah? And what would that be?" he asked as if he didn't know exactly what you meant. "Why don't you just kiss me and find out?" you giggle softly and run your hands through his soft hair. He chuckled and rolled his eyes playfully before doing as you had said, leaning in to connect your lips with his. You smiled against his lips as they pressed against yours in a sweet kiss. Your hands slid down to his chest, then farther down his torso until you reached the hem of his shirt. You let your hands slip into his shirt and run back up his body. Once your hands reached his chest, you let your palms rest flat against the muscle there. He felt goosebumps rise as you touched him, finding that your hands were cold despite the blankets you were buried in previously. After a moment he pulled away and kissed your jaw a few times before removing all the blankets but one, tossing them off the couch so the two of you had more room. He made sure you were both covered up before taking his shirt off and throwing it to join the discarded blankets on the floor. "I love you so much, Ruka," you smiled up at him as he lowered himself to hover over you. "I love you too, darling. More than anything," he mumbled against your jaw as he nipped and nibbled at the soft skin there. You sigh in content and let your eyes flutter closed, tilting your head to give him better access to kiss along your neck and jaw. As he let his lips run along your soft skin, your hands ran up and down his back, feeling how warm his skin was against your hands. He continued to kiss you all over gently until you had to ask for more. "Ruka, sweetheart, I need more," you spoke softly. He smiled and sat back, letting his hands run up your shirt, "Can I take this off, love?" You nodded with a smile as you felt his hands on your sides. A second later, your shirt was on the floor and Iruka's eyes seemed to be glued to your chest. "Y-You didn't wear a bra today?" he asked softly, a blush growing onto his face. He looked like a boy who had just seen boobs for the first time despite the fact that he had seen your boobs and touched them many times over the years. "Nope, I've been at home all day, so I had no reason to. You don't mind do you?" "Not at all," he chuckled before leaning down and kissing your chest, right between either of your boobs. Your hands went to his hair as he kissed a line down your torso until he reached the waistband of your pajama pants. He looked up to you, silently asking if he could take them off. "Go ahead, love," you nodded with a warm smile. He gave you a goofy grin before pulling your pants down your legs, kissing the skin there as he exposed it. He pulled off your fuzzy socks at the same time as your pants, throwing everything to the side. He gave a soft chuckle as he saw your panties. You had worn some Christmas panties that your best friend, the one and only Kakashi Hatake, had gotten you as a gag gift during a secret Santa the previous year. They were red, the back of them had "Nice" written on them. The front, however, had "Naughty" written on them with an arrow pointing to the waistband. "You like them?" you asked with a giggle. "Of course, love, of course," he chuckled and leaned in, kissing the insides of your thighs gently, looking up at you the whole time. His kisses prompted you to open your legs wider for him, wanting more. He seemed to get the hint, letting his kisses trail up higher. As he went higher, your hands laced into his hair again, urging him to do more. Eventually, he was at the top of your thighs, so he let himself go farther, placing a feather light kiss on your clit through your panties. You bit your lip as you watched him do so. He could see how wet you were through the panties, and was sort of proud of himself that he was the one to cause you to be that eager. "Ruka please take them off," you requested and gave your hips a slight wiggle to urge him on. He smiled and nodded, "Anything for you, love," and with that, he bit your waistband, pulling them down your legs with his teeth, which was much hotter than you'd like to admit. After he discarded the panties, joining the rest of your clothes on the floor, he leaned back in between your legs and gave your clit another kiss. You let out a soft sigh from pleasure at the contact, knowing that Iruka was amazing with his mouth and that the pleasure you were about to feel was going to be incredible. "Can I?" he asked softly, wanting permission to touch you with his hands. No matter how long the two of you had been together, he would always ask. "Please do," you nodded and pushed your hips towards him. Your permission was all he needed to let two fingers move to rub soft circles around your clit. His tongue ran down and teased at your entrance. As he tasted your, he hummed softly against you. "God, Ruka, how are you so good at this?" you asked, biting your lip. He didn't respond, instead deciding to slip his tongue inside you, curling it slightly. After he had decided you were ready for more, he switched around so his lips were wrapped around your clit and two fingers were running along your slit. He slipped the two fingers into you, his palm facing up. His lips stayed around your clit, sucking gently while he occasionally gave it a soft lick. He let you adjust to his fingers for a moment before curling them upwards, hitting your g-spot immediately. If there was one thing Iruka knew how to do without even having to think, it was pleasing you. He knew every little spot that got you worked up, all the words you liked to hear, and the actions that made your moans grow louder. As his fingers curled into your g-spot, you let out a moan, "Right there," you knew he knew where, but he liked the reassurance anyways. One thing Iruka could never get enough of in the bedroom was praise and reassurance, he just wanted to know he was making you feel good. He hummed against you as you moaned, clearly enjoying your noises. The vibrations from his moan caused even more pleasure, which he knew, so he hummed or moaned quite often when he was eating you out. The combination of his fingers curling, his mouth sucking and licking your clit, and the humming, you were closer than you would've liked to admit. "I-Iruka I'm getting close," you whimpered out as he gave a particularly hard curl combined with a lick of your clit. He let out a loud hum against you, encouraging you to cum whenever you needed to. That was all it took to have you gripping his hair and cumming around his fingers, "Oh god, Iruka, just like that. You always make me feel so good," you moaned out as you came, back arching. He helped you to ride out your orgasm before pulling his fingers out and sitting back on his knees. He then put the two fingers that had been inside you in his mouth, cleaning them and moaning softly at your taste. As he sat back, you could see the bulge in his pajama pants. You blushed as you noticed before looking up to his face. When your eyes met his, he was smiling at you softly after pulling his fingers out of his mouth, "Was that good for you, love?" Iruka had always been someone who enjoyed pleasing others, in and out of his sex life. "Absolutely amazing. It always is with you, sweetheart," you smiled at him before pulling him down on top of you and kissing him deeply. You let your legs wrap around his waist, rolling your hips to grind against his erection. At the feeling of him between your legs, you let out a quiet moan against his lips. He pulled back to let out a quiet groan, "Y-You don't have to do this if you don't want to. Making you feel good is all I wanted," he kissed your cheek gently, not wanting you to feel pressured. "I want to. I want you to make love to me, Iruka," you spoke softly, cupping his jaw and pulling him into a kiss. He kissed you back, melting into it easily. His eyes fluttered closed as he focused on the way your hips were grinding against him and the way your lips and his seemed to just fit perfectly. After a moment, he pulled away, "I need you so bad, Y/N, please," he spoke against your lips, need in his voice. "Well, then let's get these off of you," you smiled softly and flipped the two of you over, that way you were on top. You slid down his body until your hands reached his waistband. He lifted his hips so you could pull them down. As you did, you got a glance at his boxers, "Really?" He chuckled at your reaction. He too had worn Christmas boxers. His were red with a black waistband that read "Naughty" and an arrow downwards. As you can guess, these were also from Kakashi. He had gotten the two of you a matching set. Which meant that Iruka also had "Nice" written on one side of his ass. You finished pulling his pants off and giggled, "What are the chances that we would wear these on the same day without planning it?" He chuckled and pulled you up into a quick kiss before speaking, "Apparently very high." He then flipped the two of you back over, standing up and taking his boxers off before hovering over you again. He then realized he didn't have a condom. "O-Oh do you want me to go upstairs and get a condom? I'm sorry I didn't think of it, I'm used to you being on birth control, but you stopped taking it a month ago because I want a baby and I was just caught up in the moment. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or anything. Or make you feel like you didn't have a choi-" You cut him off with a soft, sweet kiss on the lips. After pulling away, you spoke. "Sweetheart, we talked about this. I want a baby too, it isn't just you. I wanna be a mom." "I-I know. I just always wanna make you feel not pressured and safe in my arms," he smiled, "And this would be our first try, so I just wanted to make sure, love, that's all." "Well, in that case, let's try for a baby," you gave him a wide smile before kissing his cheek. He gave you a giddy smile before kissing you. You knew Iruka always wanted to be a dad. And you didn't used to want to be a mom, but then you met Iruka and fell in love, and the concept of a family seemed to always make it's way into your mind. Now you were just as excited as he was to have a baby. After pulling away from the kiss, he smiled and lined himself up with your entrance before slowly pushing his head in. "Oh baby," he sighed out in pleasure. Now, of course, this wasn't the first time you two had been together without a condom, in fact most of the times you had sex was without a condom. Even as teenagers, you were on birth control, so you two never used condoms anyways. The only time you two had used a condom was on a banana in health class. Within the past month though, you had been off birth control, so you had gotten some condoms just in case. You ended up never using them. Iruka had gotten busy with work and you had taken a few extra missions for extra money around the holidays. So, the most sexual thing you two had done in a month was oral sex or just using your hands. The fact that you two hadn't been this intimate in a month only made this feel so much more intense. "I-Iruka, more," you moaned softly, encouraging him to push in farther. He didn't hesitate to push in farther, until about half of him was inside you. His breathing picked up, panting softly as your walls took him so well, just like they always did. You let out a moan, hooking your legs around his waist, pulling him in farther until he was completely inside you. He was surprised by your actions, letting out a loud, needy moan. "God, Y/N, I won't be able to last long like this, it feels too good." "Me neither, Ruka. God it's been to long since we've done this." He nodded in agreement before pulling out and thrusting back into you. He let out a groan at the feeling, repeating the action. He leaned down and supported himself on one elbow, kissing you softly. The other hand moved between your legs to rub quick circles around your clit. You moaned loudly into the kiss, causing him to pull away and speak. "I love you so much, darling, more than anything in this world," his voice was soft and genuine, "And I'm gonna love our little ones so much." You whimpered softly and nodded, "I love you too, sweetheart, so much. And out future little ones too." Talking about you actually getting pregnant seemed to make Iruka thrust harder. Which you definitely didn't mind. "Oh, just like that, don't stop," you encouraged and he nodded, panting harder as he kept up the faster pace. The fast pace and his fingers on your clit were driving you insane in the best way. "I-I'm gonna cum Iruka. Please cum with me. Let's cum together, sweetheart." He nodded, "I'm close, too love. Now cum, cum with me." That was all you needed to start clenching around him, cumming for the second time that day. "Oh my god Iruka, I love you," you moaned out loudly as your walls clenched around him. Your moans and the way you clenched had him falling over the edge. "Y/N, I love you too, oh my god," he groaned and buried his face in your neck as his cock twitched, shooting spurts of thick, warm, cum into you as deep as he could, in hopes to get you pregnant. You both took a moment to calm down, panting and trying to catch your breaths. After a minute, he was the first to speak. "That was absolutely amazing, Y/N. Perfect. With you it's always perfect," he praised and peppered your neck, jaw, and shoulders with soft kisses, "You did so good, love. I didn't get to rough did I?" You smiled softly, "Not at all, sweetheart, it was perfect, just like you said." Iruka was never rough during sex, but he always asked anyways. He gave you a warm smile before gently kissing your lips. As he pulled away, he chuckled softly. "What's so funny?" "Well, did that warm you up as much as you thought it would?" he let out a louder chuckle. "God, I am married to an absolute dork," you tease, "But you're my dork, nobody else's." He nodded, "I love you so much darling," he sighed happily as he looked into your eyes. "I love you too," you smiled and gave him a soft kiss. He began to pull out when you stopped him, "Don't, I wanna leave it in, gotta make sure I get pregnant," you giggle with a smirk. "Whatever you want, love. I don't think that's how it works though." "Oh it definitely is, hush," you joked and kissed his cheek. He chuckled and flipped you two over, staying inside you just as you had requested. He held you close to his chest and made sure you were both covered up before kissing your forehead. As you laid on his chest, he held you close, the two of you talking about your future. "Yknow," he started, "Forget presents this Christmas. In two weeks, when Christmas rolls around, all I want to see is a positive pregnancy test," he grinned like an idiot, "And if I don't get one of those, the next thing on my list is another try." You giggled and nodded, "Sounds like the perfect Christmas to me." And with that, you drifted off, Iruka still awake, holding you as you slept and watching whatever Christmas movie that was playing as he dreamt of next Christmas, but with a baby.

Hope you guys liked it!! I think Iruka is rly soft with sex and rly wants to get his s/o pregnant so that's where I went with this 😌😌 don't forget to vote/comment/follow etc lmao -

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itsjustinyourwildestdreams · 5 years

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Songs on Lover and the associations they bring to my mind

I Forgot That You Existed: chill, hot, summer afternoon, drink in your hand, laying on the beach, relax, eating ice creams, being unbothered, sunglasses, party at the pool

Cruel Summer: road tripping with someone important to you, you don’t know where you’re going, blasting the music in your car, random stops in the middle of nowhere and appreciating the views, bonfires, shorts and t-shirts, fairs, adventures

Lover: fairy lights above your head, slow dance, lying on the grass and watching the stars, their hand in yours, cooking dinner together, sitting on the couch wrapped in blanket and watching movies together, building a snowman, kisses on the forehead, hugging all the time

The Man: being angry at discrimination, feeling powerful, pastel suits, doing whatever you want, feminism, reaching the top, making your dreams come true without caring what others think, making change

The Archer: sleepless nights, wandering around the house, rainy nights, full moon, texting at 2 am, quotes about loving yourself, delicate flowers, reading books, writing in journals, candles

I Think He Knows: waking up to the text from your crush, walking around New York on a sunny day, smiling a lot, dancing in front of your mirror while getting ready for a date, summer dresses, being spontaneous, grabbing their hand without a warning, kisses on cheeks

Miss Americana And The Heartbreak Prince: Foggy day, wondering about the future, hope for the better, look of disapproval, not knowing what’s next, people judging you, whispers behind your back

Paper Rings: rock girl band, handmade gifts, remembering small details about the relationship, celebrating anniversaries, cute dates, sitting on the rooftop, hanging out with your families, dancing in the rain, running through the meadow of sunflowers

Cornelia Street: walk around the park with your headphones on while colorful leaves are falling down around you, watching the sunset from your car during one of those chill October evenings, when the sky is clear and you can see all of the stars after it gets dark, sitting in front of a fireplace on a rainy November day.

Death By A Thousand Cuts: drinkig wine alone, going through the photo album, partying, collecting things, figuring out what’s next, rollercoaster of emotions, crying in your bed, feeling like staying at home forever, calling your best friend, pain, frustration, everything reminds you of them

London Boy: exploring the city, picnic in the park, eating local food, busy streets, visiting museums, taxi cab rides, buying souvenirs, trying new things for the first time, taking polaroids of each other

Soon You’ll Get Better: home, drinking tea in bed, family meals, hot cocoa, fuzzy socks on your feet, matching pjs, comforting each other, making breakfast together, cuddles

False God: fighting with someone you love, wondering if you should text them first, sitting in your chair by the window and looking at the city, making out, regreting the words you said, wine

You Need To Calm Down: being done with racism and homophobia, sassy responses, not giving a fuck about your haters, rainbows, feeling empowered, beach party with your friends, ignoring mean comments

Afterglow: feeling exhaused with fighting, apologizing to someone, first few seconds after the storm, taking their hand in yours and squeezing it three times, sitting in front of each other and talking, honesty, admitting you were wrong

Me!: joy, loving your flaws, celebrating each other, knowing your worth, feeling unique, expressing your emotions, being the most true version of yourself

It’s Nice To Have A Friend: bonfire, late phone calls, baking cookies together, sitting in a treehouse on a rainy day, cinema dates, trust, meeting someone and feeling like you’ve known them forever, best friends for life, feeling understood

Daylight: leaving the house when the storm is over and sun is glittering in the puddles, newfound hope, realizing you’re happy, calmness, seeing sunshine for the first time after few days, rainbow, butterflies, inner peace, blossoming flowers, spring, pastel colors, safety, feeling loved

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girls-scenarios · 5 years

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Dates at Home with Loona

Prompt: Can you drabbles about how Loona would dates at home with their girlfriend ?

A/N: I forgot how hard it is to come up with things for 12 members- but anyway I hope you all enjoy! Also this ended up being super long so I put it under a read more (for all that that does) - Admin Kiwi

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Haseul:

Haseul is kind of down for whatever you want

But she would enjoy dates at home

Especially if they involved cooking with you

Working hard to cook something delicious would be rewarding to her

And then getting to eat it with you over a candlelit dinner would make it even better

Especially if you were happy when you ate her food

The two of you would work together to wash the dishes and clean up

Although she would usually get distracted by the music she likes to play

Singing and dancing and splashing you until you laughed and joined in

Eventually, the night would draw to a close, usually quietly

Sometimes the two of you would watch a movie

But the two of you would usually do other things

She would like to play the guitar and sing to you

Because it made both of you feel at ease

And sometimes the two of you would chat over card games

Or a cup of tea while watching the stars

She’d like to tease you quietly, and you’d roll your eyes and tease her right back

She’d be the type to curl up into your side and rest her head on your shoulder

Content to spend the rest of the night in your arms, occasionally leaning up to kiss you

(And sometimes, she’d do just that)

Vivi:

Vivi is a very go-with-the-flow type of person

But she would really, really love to spend time with you at home

Especially once the two of you were dating for a while

She would like to cook with you

Although she would also love getting chicken delivered

She would chat quietly with you as the two of you ate

Telling you about her day and then listening to you with a smile as you talked about yours

She would also love, love, love to bake

Especially chocolate cakes or cakes of any kind

And usually the two of you would end up making and decorating a cake together to eat after dinner

A lot of times after dinner, the two of you would read together or do something separate in comfortable silence

Drinking tea and occasionally holding hands, just happy to be with each other

The two of you would usually then end the night by watching a movie

A huge movie buff, she would like to be able to talk to you about them afterwards

Excited to share her love of movies with you as the night drew to a close

She’d then kiss you goodbye with a gentle touch of her hand to your face

Saying “I love you” without actually saying it

Yves:

She would love hanging out with you at home

Quality time would mean a lot to her

Especially if it meant she got to try cooking some new, special, fancy recipe that her friends might not like

You’re a bit of a guinea pig for her recipes, but you get food out of it so it’s a win-win

She likes to drink wine or special drinks with you

And always lights candles on the table or puts flowers there

Because she’s a hopeless romantic at heart

(Even if she wont admit it)

A lot of times the two of you will drink after dinner and chat for a while

Sometimes out on balcony, or on the couch, or in the bedroom

Probably likes to get a little tipsy or drunk with you on some nights

Because she’s an adult and thinks it makes playing board games or watching bad movies a lot more fun

She definitely gets clingy to you as the night draws on

Kissing and cuddling up to you and even acting cute

(Again, she’d deny it if you ever told anyone)

A lot of times the two of you just end up spending the night

Because it’s nice and cozy together, and neither of you want to leave

And because a-few-drinks-in Yves makes it hard to leave regardless

Jinsoul:

At first, she would have to be in the mood for a home date

Just because she’d love going out with you so much

But after the two of you were dating for a while, she’d warm up to the idea

Finding that she loved just spending quiet, quality time with you

Although just how “quiet” these times are is... debatable

Because she talks. A lot.

Honestly she just loves hugging and cuddling and kissing

And home dates would give her the chance to do that all night without anyone complaining, so she’d love them

Sometimes you would end up looking over her shoulder as she showed you things she wanted to buy online

You’re 90% of her impulse control then

“Do you really need a cat banana opener?” “No, but it’s so cute!” “Please don’t buy that.”

Likes to end the night with reading or watching something with you while wrapped up in big, fuzzy blankets

Even during the summer

Cuddling up to you and whining for kisses every few minutes

It would be annoying if she wasn’t so cute, and if you didn’t know that it was just her way of showing that she loves you

Kim Lip:

She’d like dates at home just because she likes to chat with you

And what better place to do it than at home?

She’d also enjoy being able to just chill with you

Her hair up in a messy bun and dressed in comfy clothes with fuzzy socks

Not worried about anything and just happy to be with you

Eating would be a must

The two of you would probably just snack the entire time

Her favorite thing to order would be pizza

Until you got sick of it and demanded something else

Whatever the two of you did

Whether it be watch Disney movies (per her request)

Or play games or watch whatever weird YouTube videos she’s found

She would chat almost the whole time

Making jokes at the movie or trying to explain things or just talking

You would learn to love it, though, and wouldn’t even notice it after a while

Used to listening to her talk whenever she could

The two of you would usually end the night with a kiss goodbye

That is, unless one of you spend the night

Then the night wouldn’t end until much, much later

Chuu:

Dates at home would be rare with her

Because she just loves to be out adventuring with you

Or just out in general

She’s very hyper and full of energy

And she’d get kind of bored at home

However, she would like to play board and card games with you

Maybe over ice cream or a home-cooked meal

Especially if it’s after a long day of work

And she wouldn’t mind finishing up the night with a movie

Cuddled up against you and usually wrapped up in a blanket

Whispering jokes about the movie into your ear

Although she would usually fall asleep before the movie ends anyway

It becomes normal for you to wake her up with a little shake and a kiss on the cheek

“The movie’s over.” “Oh. I fell asleep again?”

It’s so cute that you can’t get annoyed at her

Especially not when she gives you a sleepy smile and a kiss

“I had fun tonight. Thanks for coming over.”

Heejin:

Surprisingly, although she’s hyper too, she would love at-home dates

Growing up in the countryside, she’d understand the value of just hanging out and chatting with someone

Watching out the window with you as the world went by

She’d like to do crafts or try new things when you came over, though

“Hey, I saw this video on how to make couples bracelets, want to try?”

Honestly, she always makes a huge mess

Especially when she wants to try to cook something new

But the outcome is always cute, and it’s fun to try things with her

So you don’t complain

She also might play the guitar for you and sing, if she’s been working on a cover for a new song

She always goes to you for your opinion first

The two of you usually end up cuddling and chatting

Snacking on whatever the two of you made that day as you tell each other about everything going on in your lives

Sometimes one of you will stay the night, sometimes not

But she always gives you a smile and a kiss at the end of the night, no matter what

A little token of her love for you

Hyunjin:

This girl is... kind of weird

One night, the two of you might have a normal dinner and chat

And then the next, she wants you to help her try and see if she can eat bread while standing on her head

She’s also not really one for home dates, unless it’s raining or snowing outside

If the weather’s bad, she’d like to grab a bunch of blankets

And sit near the heater with a cup of hot tea or cocoa

Wrapped up with you while the two of you watch the rain or snow outside

Chatting and making jokes in the warm cocoon of blankets

Otherwise, the two of you would usually end up eating some sort of dinner

(Usually takeout, she hates cooking most of the time)

And then playing games

She definitely has a mini table tennis set

She beats you every time, because she has too much energy

But she also sleeps early, so she kicks you out before it can get too late

“Goodnight, I need my beauty sleep.” “Well I love you too, Hyunjin.” “Hey! You know I love you! Are you dissing me? Wanna fight?”

This is why you usually go somewhere to tire her out before going home

Choerry:

Choerry is another one who wouldn’t really like at-home dates

She’s too bubbly and full of energy to stay stuck inside

So these dates would usually only happen after a day of work

Or a long week, where she might just want to rest

Even then, she would be full of energy

Asking you to watch a new YouTube video she found

Before chatting your ear off about her new interests

She hates sitting still and lazing around

So that’s is why these dates would usually happen at night

It’s the only time of the day where she wouldn’t mind sitting down and resting

The two of you would probably order takeout and chat late into the night

Probably looking out at the stars and trying to find constellations

Although she would just end up finding weird shapes to make you laugh

The two of you would eventually end up in the living room cuddled together

Either watching some weird anime movie that she’s recently found

Or just talking about things

Until she notices the time and tells you that you need to go home to sleep (even though you know that she wont be sleeping any time soon)

Go Won:

Although her favorite dates would be shopping, she would like dates at home too

Especially if you brought her flowers when you came over

(They always die quickly, she doesn’t know how to take care of them, but she likes the way they look on the table)

She always likes to talk to you

But it would depend on the day for what the two of you would do (other than talking, that is)

Sometimes she’d like to play video games, other times watch movies

You’d always be subjected to watching lots of Oh My Girl videos, though

“You haven’t seen this fancam yet, have you?” “I feel like you showed me this before.” “Oh well, let’s watch it again.”

She definitely has Dance Dance Revolution and LOVES to play it

Probably has embarrassing videos of you dancing on her phone

She has a very specific taste in movies

So she mostly just wants to watch the same ones over and over

The two of you play rock paper scissors to see who chooses the movie

Because you got tired of watching Hunger Games over and over

Usually at the end of the night, the two of you end up talking until some really late hour

Until one of you either has to go home, or spend the nigh

Olivia Hye:

If the two of you are at home, it’s video games

She loves playing video games, especially with you

Shoulders touching on the couch as she laughs

Amused by the way you’re playing the game

She’d tease you for losing but then immediately let you win

Or watching someone else play video games on YouTube while cuddling with you

Honestly, if you want to get her away from video games

You’re going to have to take her out of the house

Or distract her with food, any food will do

Acts like she wont share her food with you but does anyway

She would also enjoy just sitting with you after the games were done

Tangled together on the couch and talking about anything and everything

“Hey, do you think spiders have ears?” “Why are you asking me that?”

She’d usually end up falling asleep on your arm only to deny it later

“I was resting my eyes!”

She would try her best to stay up with you

Even if it made her a little grumpy

Still, it would be cute, and you wouldn’t mind letting her rest for a while before you had to go

Yeojin:

She’s a homebody at heart

So she would love dates where she doesn’t have to leave the house

Especially if she can just lay around in sweatpants

“Let’s just lay on my bed and chat.”

She would also like playing video games

And she seems like the type to fall down YouTube rabbit holes

Both of you watching videos for hours before you realize how far you’ve gone since the original video she wanted to show you

“Just one more video, I promise!”

But she would also be down for board and card games as well

Blanket forts would also be a thing

Because eventually she’d get tired of just laying around

And would want to do something with you

Also she saw it in a movie once and thinks it’s THE cutest thing to do

She’d also like painting your nails as the two of you hung out

Or painting her own nails, if you didn’t want any

She would usually be doing something with her hands, even while laying down and resting

Full of energy but also lazy at the same time?

It’s fine though you love her

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modestlyabsurd · 5 years

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Down to Earth (Loki x Reader)

"Let's go somewhere."

You pause from folding laundry on the bed, still warmed from the dryer. Without those gentle sounds of clothes and fingers brushing paper pages, the bedroom became silent.

The dim, cozy room brightens at the sound of Loki's voice. The curtains sway, the candle flames flicker. The trees' limbs seem to dance a bit more in the moonlight outside the window. Which brings your attention to the snowstorm beginning to fall; flecks of white follow the wind as it decides which direction to go. The grassy, rocky landscape outside is becoming blanketed in thin snow.

"Right now?" you ask.

"Why not?"

"Well, I mean," you glance at the snowy window beside you, then to the pair of green eyes looking at you excitedly from the wingback chair next to the door. An open book in his lap. "It's kinda late, don't you think? Not really ideal weather conditions either."

"You're always gushing about how much you want to see things. And the snow's only just begun. It would be the perfect time to go sight seeing," he closes his book and stands, sauntering over to you. A persuasive glint about him.

He snakes his arms around you from the side. Gravity pulls your back against his chest as his arms cross over your belly, and yours lock over them. The sleeves of his burnt orange sweater are rolled up to the elbows, revealing a snowy canvas of skin. The few little line scars that adorn his forearms beg to be traced.

You drag your fingertips over them while relishing in the embrace. Despite the cold outside, with Loki holding you, your heart is a fireplace. Crackling, warming you both. A few teeth begin to chew your lower lip, pondering his suggestion as your hands absentmindedly send Loki into oblivion with your touches. So much that he has the sudden need to kiss you somewhere.

Cool, wet lips sneak their way up your neck and your mind goes blank. Your eyes sink, struggling to look at the piling of snowfall outside, drunken from his kisses.

In your ear, he whispers, "You know you want to."

It's when he speaks that you sense the limpness; he's swaying you.

Your eyebrows crinkle while considering his persuasion. "But it's cold," you whisper to his chest.

"You love the cold."

"Yeah, but it's dark, too."

"I will protect you from the dark," a kiss to your jaw.

Pleasantly frazzled by this affection, you search for another excuse. "What about the laundry?"

"It can wait." Another kiss, and another.

An irresistible smile tugs at you.

"Where would we go?" you ask, eyelashes fluttering.

"I was thinking of that little bakery you pointed out on our trip to the market last week," his voice so low, so deep in your ear sends goosebumps down your scalp, arms, and back. "Or perhaps the winery on that street corner, did you notice it?"

"I did. But you know my tolerance doesn't even compare to yours," you say softly, looking up to his face. Pink lips parted in a tiny mischievous grin. Lidded, loving gaze. Square chin, sharp jaw, but not a bit of stiffness; he's so soft. It's been too long since this relaxed peace has lifted his spirits so high.

"In that case," he kisses your temple, "we could stop by that artisan candle shop you saw. Next to the Internet cafe."

"Mmm, that place smelled so nice from the sidewalk."

The pitch in your voices is nearly absent, as if you're speaking amongst a crowd of nosy people. These rare moments of sweetness, closeness, they're too precious for either of you to let slip away by loud distraction.

"Does this mean it's a date?"

"Sure, if saying that helps you sleep at night."

"Oh, it certainly does," Loki slides his arms from your belly to over your shoulders, down to your biceps, giving them a pinch light enough to make you giggle and squirm.

After a few moments of prying his face from the crook of your neck, you're completely flushed, high on happiness. A sigh falls from your mouth. "This means I have to find something warm to wear."

"I can help with that."

"How are you gonna -- oh," icy fingers graze your belly beneath your sweatshirt. They roll it up from the edges, slowly, lifting it off your body; you feel every soft stitch brushing you. The shirt pops over your head leaving a tousled web of hair behind.

Blushing is a massive understatement.

The chilled air creeps up onto your exposed skin. Ugly goosebumps have replaced the tingly ones from earlier. Your arms wrap around each other, your chin tucked to your chest as you shift your weight. Loki rummages through the half-folded laundry on the bed behind you, but you can't bring yourself to turn around. It's not like he hasn't seen this part of you before, but rather it's never been at this level of gentleness and intimacy.

It feels kinda like the flu. One second you're cold from the loss of clothes, then next you're clammy and embarrassed. There's also a bit of queasiness -- probably from all those butterflies scattering about in your stomach.

Next thing you know a soft cotton longsleeve shirt begins sliding over your head.

"Arms up," says Loki. Once it's on, he sweeps your hair aside, releasing it from the neckline. Shivers course through your blood. "Could you possibly turn around for me?"

"No, you got me all -- flustered," you cover your face with your hands. A melted mess of a puddle in the floor is more like it.

Loki gives a low, breathy chuckle; you feel it on your neck. "I'm terribly sorry, darling."

"No you're not."

"No, I'm not."

"You're the worst," you say, teeth shining in a huge grin as you turn to face him.

"So I've been told," he purrs. He holds your warm cheeks in his cold hands, amplifying the contrasting temperatures for both of you.

Loki's eyes dart back and forth from your eyes to your lips, asking.

Your eyes fall shut, his nose brushes yours. He kisses you, letting himself be vulnerable. Letting you feel exactly what he feels for you. Slowly, thoroughly; taking his time. A weak hum gets hooked in your throat.

You love when he does this. When he kisses you good.

All you feel, all you smell, all you taste is him -- even after he pulls away. Beneath your palms, the rough fabric covering his chest contrasts the soft skin of his neck. Faded scents of soap and icy snow envelope you, and you recognize the faint taste of chocolate. He'd chosen hot cocoa instead of tea this evening.

He rests your foreheads together. You pull your lips between your teeth, running your tongue over them before releasing. A stupid grin creeps up on you.

"I was not ready for that to be over," you mumble.

"Well ... places to go, things to see." After a moment Loki turns and in one hand picks out your red sweater, the thin one with slightly too long sleeves that looks utterly regal on your figure, so he says. In the other hand, he holds one of your favorites; a hand-me-down black sweater with knitted braids in the design, tattered at the edges from years of use.

Without hesitation you point to the black one. He rolls his eyes.

Loki slowly puts the sweater over your goosebump-covered body, peaking at you with lowered eyes. An enticing grin spreads across his lips, a cold finger strokes your cheek. Oh my goodness, you think, toes curling in their fuzzy socks.

Thickness has coated your throat. Likely from forgetting how to breathe or swallow temporarily. You clear it, saying the first thing that comes to mind.

"Would you rather wear a button up?"

Dammit, you half-witted mess.

Mr. Sees-Through-Everything laughs. "What? You dislike what I'm wearing now?"

"No no no, I - I love it, I was just wondering. Y-you look really nice, actually. But you're gonna need something on top of that."

As he folds the discarded red sweater with the finesse of a true Prince, you savagely dig in the clothes to find him a coat. A specific coat. The brown one with fleece lining like a trench coat that's long and wide enough that he can wrap you in it with him and somehow retains its smell of him no matter how much you wash it -- there it is!

For good measure you bring it to your nose and inhale deeply.

Loki stares at you a bit puzzled, before dismissing it as one of your adorable quirks. He motions to take the jacket, but the opportunity arises for you to mimic earlier. You walk around behind him and he realizes, a blush of his own dusting his cheeks. "Hold your sleeves," you say.

The room is getting warmer. As if a fire is lit between you. It could be the thick sweater, or the fuzzy socks. But when you step in front of Loki looking up at his tall frame, straightening the jacket and zipping it all the way up to his neck how he likes it, you realize it's not that kind of warmth or fire. It's physical, but not just on the surface.

It reminds you of the times you've undressed him.

When you let go of the zipper and smooth out the jacket on his chest, you feel his eyes on you. You can't manage more than a glance; he has a funny way of gazing through your soul that lets you know exactly what he's thinking about.

Anything else is easier to look at. The full-capacity cherrywood bookshelf, the black and white artwork against woodgrain walls, and even the gray scarf looped around the bedpost behind him.

In fact, you grab that scarf. It's Loki's, and judging by the view of steady white flakes covering the night, he'll probably want to bring it.

You hold it out for him to take. Loki takes in the shy smile on your face, something that enraptured him from the beginning. The toothy, mid-laugh smiles could bring him to his knees -- reduce him to a lovestruck adolescent -- but the tiny ones. Innocent, pure. He doesn't even know why, but something absolutely primal comes out in him when he sees those.

Instead of taking it, he exerts his amazing quickness used in combat to disarm you of the scarf and a force tugs your neck forward, nose to nose with him before you even know what happened.

Breath fanning your face, he says in nothing more than a sultry whisper, "You still become embarrassed and shy when I touch you?"

It's only when he releases it that you realize it was the scarf being used to hold you in place.

"I hope that never fades away," he trails off.

Me too, you think, a breath flowing out of your chest.

He kisses you again with as much tenderness as the very first time. He then carefully wraps his scarf around you in an elegant tie, but you can't appreciate that fully because your head's stuck in the clouds of that kiss.

"Hey," you manage to say when it finally clicks that you have his scarf on. "Won't you be cold?"

"With you around," he winks, "I'm never cold. But, I ... also happen to be a frost giant."

"Well duh, I kinda figured that out already," the day you discovered it crosses your mind. "I just wanted to make sure."

The two of you lace up your snow boots and stretch gloves over your fingers. A small debacle comes about through Loki's caring insistence that you wear a hat, even though you're sweating inside all your layers. Ultimately, he pockets a slouchy red hat, "just in case". Y'know, fragile human and all.

"Oh!" As you grab the cold doorknob on the way out, something critically important hits you. "Remember?"

He scans his mind, eyes wandering the room blankly. Then off goes a lightbulb. "Ah, yes. Alright then, who shall I be today?"

There's something that's often forgotten in the peaceful bliss you and Loki have retreated to.

You're hiding from something. ... Hiding from everything, really.

This beautiful place you've found yourselves is an undisclosed country in Europe -- aka Poland -- was a compromise; Loki wanted to flee to Vanaheim, while you wished to stay somewhere closer to home. The fall of Asgard would soon bring about chaos for all nine realms, and currently, ignorantly, the Avengers blame Loki for this ever approaching doom. One reason to hide.

He lets you believe that it is not his fault, that his actions were not the root of the circumstances. But he knows. He knows the intimate details; that the mad titan planned his genocide of the universe for quite some time before Loki was ever an ant beneath his boot.

He also feels responsible for what is to come. Night after night he reflects on what he's done, what he's caused. Although Thanos could've and would've likely went through with his plans anyway, Loki can't help but think. If only he hadn't shown them a gateway into Midgard. If only he hadn't put targets on the only ones who had a chance at stopping the madness.

If only he'd been stronger enough to see through the glorious smoke and mirrors.

Then perhaps it wouldn't be necessary to hide you and himself from the universe. To live in disguise, to live in fear. That's the other reason why, and he kicks himself for it.

Yet somehow, your presence and support and affection and encouragement and unconditional care -- what's the word? Love? Is this love? he's asked himself so many times, because even though you make sure to say it to him every night, he still can't believe it. Whatever it is -- maybe just you in general -- it keeps him alive.

Especially in moments like these. Where you don't seem to resent what's happened.

You've always been fascinated with his magic. How he can morph and change and move anything, using only his mind. Such as now; as a glimmering green smoke twists around him, and how it casts shadows on the candlelit wooden walls. How can any smoke cast shadows? It produces its own light, he'd said.

Your awe doesn't distract you from the purpose of the magic, however. When the smoke dissipates, your rustic, royal, long black haired green eyed Loki is replaced with someone else.

He has the same clothes, same stature, and same features and bone structure. Nothing is out of place. Only, to you, everything is out of place.

Gone is the milky body you've made love to so many times; it now has a ruddy, healthy looking human skin tone. His hair is no longer jet black and vainly long, but rather it's gelled in short strawberry blond waves, exposing his neck and ears in a way you're not used to. His face is the same -- same lips, nose, cheeks, chin, jaw -- and same eyes as well, only how can they really be the same when they're blue instead of green?

"Hmph." You pout.

"You don't prefer this?"

"I mean, it's not bad. Not bad at all, it's just ... it's just not you."

When a dark glare flashes over him, you think you've offended him. Your words never come out right. Of course it's not him; that's the point. But not a second later, Loki's eyes sadden as internalizes in your comment.

"It is still me, darling," he argues.

"It is, but ... " you look away, swallowing down whatever gibberish might come out. "I don't know how I feel."

Human-Loki steps forward, leaning down and filling your view. "Would it be better if I tried another?"

"Well, no," you peak up through your gloomy eyelashes, "I actually like this one. It's nice, it's handsome. I mean, I'd definitely still do you."

His laugh didn't change. What a thing of beauty.

"There's nothing wrong with the look, believe me. You wear it nicely. The red hair, the baby blues. I like it. It just feels kinda weird going out with someone who isn't you, if that makes sense?"

He ponders this. Unlike you often think, it makes great sense. "But you see, I am still myself. I'm merely experimenting with my appearance," he lovingly palms your shoulder.

"And your name."

Oh, yes. That's another aspect.

Both of you unanimously decided that his name is too highly recognizable. Even in a place like Poland, neither of you wanted to risk it. So you call him by an alias, sometimes different ones.

Truly you didn't mean to come across so upset and disgruntled. It just ... hadn't fully sunk in yet.

It's so easy to be distracted by the wrong things. In your heart of hearts, you were filled with appreciation, gratefullness, and feeling unworthy for getting to be with Loki. Just you and him. Travelling. Learning something new about each other every day. Growing from your mistakes. Trying your best. Understanding what love is all about.

"The name is always the hardest part," he grins.

"I've been liking Leo."

"Have you?"

"Yes. I think that one compliments this look."

"I like the sound of Alexander, myself."

"Alexander? But that's so long..." you say, much appreciating the change of topic. "I think William's nice too. Or Liam, better yet."

"Why not just Lazarus, like I suggested before?" he stifles his smile to appear serious.

"You keep pushing your luck, you'll end up being Larry."

Loki chokes back a belly laugh. As a diversion he offers his arm to link with yours, one of the sexiest, manliest things he does. It turns you into jelly every time.

"Liam it is, then."

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thatdragonsdrabbles · 5 years

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[Hecc yeah, @tsundereicequeen, you can! I know some fluffy bbz that would love to heal a reader with some cuddling!]

Cotton/Reader/Byx, cuddle the stress away

You were home. You were tired. Life didn't pull any punches, and you were done taking them. You just wanted to get some rest, and wake up to a better tomorrow. Thankfully, the universe answered your request this time.

It came in the form of hands gently taking your coat and bringing you into a warm hug. There were featherlight touches on your face from thin antennae. Byx murmured, “Welcome back.”

She was all of the winter's splendor without any of the chill, decked out in her finest white coat and hat. The fluff of it filled out wherever her own mothy fur lacked. Though she herself was a dark gray-brown, she had never been dull a moment in her life. She was quite the woman. If anything, light was drawn to her.

Hands on your cheeks and under your chin brought your attention to her eyes, the facets glittering as she examined you. Your exhaustion was likely etched into your face.

“Welcome home,” Cotton greeted from the other end of the hallway. He accepted your coat from Byx, before tugging on her sleeve. “You're indoors.”

“I want to show off your handiwork!” She twirled, making you snort.

“It's only us three.”

“So?”

Tucking you into the cocoon of blankets already set up, Cotton asked you, “Would you like anything? There's leftovers.” He was the warm hot cocoa waiting for you after another hard day. And he brought a physical one, too. Byx came over to drop beside you, snuggling against your side.

“Give it a rest,” she cut in, reaching for his sweater. She missed, and huffed. “Grab a drink while you're up, then?” A flippant wave dismissed him, and she wrapped you into a big hug the moment he was out of sight.

Her face pressed against yours, antennae tickling your cheek until she got a snort from you. She tutted. “No more. Let those storm clouds float away. We're going to have a nice night from this point forward. All right?”

You heartily agreed, though you were liable to pass out before too long anyway. The cocoa was nice, though not strong enough for the kind of week you'd been having. Still, it was a cute gesture. She began stroking your head, gently. Always the pamperer. If she started humming, you were definitely going to pass out.

Cotton returned with another mug, and with a bottle. Just before he sat on your other side, Byx's hands dived between his and yours, swapping your mug for the bottle. She commandeered the new cocoa, leaving Cotton with the slightly diminished one. His shoulders twitched. He had been expecting her to go for the bottle, like she usually did.

Guess she thought I needed it more, you thought, warm with gratitude and cocoa and, now, alcohol.

“All right, let's turn on something good,” Byx moved right along, leaning over you to grab the remote in a blanket fold. “Your pick tonight.”

“As usual,” Cotton murmured, finally settling. He didn't sound bothered by this fact.

Two of his arms rested on the back of the sofa, letting you lean against his side as Byx curled around you. The three of you made the warmest, fluffiest pile in existence. You were probably going to die of heatstroke if you stayed like that for too long, but for the immediate moment it was really nice.

Honestly, you didn't really care what you watched tonight. You were down for watching some cute baby animals prancing about, though. The stress didn't go away, but it let you relax a teeny-tiny bit. More effective were Byx's hands slowly rubbing at your shoulders, and her soft tittering in your ear. Cotton was just as solid and soft a presence, an arm wrapped around you. He didn't complain whenever you had to shift to get comfortable again. His attention was on responding to Byx's commentary—well, both of their attentions were really on distracting you. And they were really good at that.

It wasn't long before you were lying down, head in Cotton's lap, Byx's hands in your hair again. You let the sound of the other two talking overhead lull you to sleep.

“Well now, have you seen anything cuter?”

“Nope.”

“I'll forgive you for saying that when clearly I'm also incredibly adorable.”

“Why would you ask, then?”

“To see just how sappy you are when in love. It's almost half as cute as this adorable little thing.”

“Says the one who moped all night.”

“I don't mope.”

“Any longer, and the moping would've become sulking.”

“Hush, us cuties are trying to sleep.”

By the time you woke up, Byx was completely snuggled up to you. Her fuzzy head was against your chest, antennae tickling at your neck. Cotton had somehow rearranged the two of you (without waking either) to lie sideways on him. He was still asleep, but you glanced back down to see Byx's attention on you. An antenna teased across your nose until you batted it away, rousing Cotton.

“You managed to get little Cot to sleep early,” Byx told you, looking a tad drowsy herself. “You've certainly charmed him.”

Immediately, a pillow was pressed beneath your chin, and into Byx's face.

“Says the one getting awfully familiar,” he grumbled, only half-awake. What a grumpy bed.

You couldn't help laughing, your voice husky from sleep. You were hot and tangled in blankets and squished between two big moth babies that argued like siblings. And all of the best days started this way. This meant they were there to help you greet it.

#original fiction #monster girlfriend #monster boyfriend #x reader #byx #moth girlfriend #cotton #moth boyfriend #romantic

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miraculous-marinetta · 5 years

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Part 2 (of whatever i did back then)

So... I was really happy when I received positive comments on this post (which would be part 1).

One comment made by @lovelivingmydreams caught my attention:

“I really liked it. I would love the whole thing. Why was Jaques akumatized, what were his powers? How did Luka's recruitment go? Did Luka go check on Mari in his civilian form? Was he curious about what she thought of the new hero? Gosh I'm such a sucker for lukka/viperion, lukanette and Mari chat. And this has all of that.”

So I’m going to do as many parts as I need to make a good short story while we wait for season 3! Not all questions above will be answered in this part obviously~

This part is like 5% Lukanette and 95% Marichat, lolol. (and like 3% conflicted marichat/adrinette)

The bell rang, a sign that school was over until Monday. On Marinette’s usual daydream, she almost missed the bell, packing her things later than everyone else. She saw Adrien and Nino laughing about something, soon after Alya joined them, heading out of the classroom. Marinette hurried after them.

The trio ahead of her talked lively about some superhero movie up in the cinema tonight. Marinette looked at her phone while stepping up the stairs just before the entrance.

“Dude, I mean, Marinette wanna come with us?” Nino proposed Marinette.

“Huh?” the bluenette asked, distracted.

“Oh no hun, she can’t come today.” Alya laughed with certain mischief in her voice and her smile.

“Why?” Adrien asked, dazing Marinette. It was rare from Adrien to ask “why”, he usually would smile and say “That’s too bad” or “I was looking forward to it”. After two years of knowing him and being “just her friend”, her crush fever had gone down, she could now create coherent sentences and interact normally, maybe sometimes, give him some Ladybug-kind of sass. However she couldn’t deny that she loved him, he was even more handsome and he still was a sweetheart with everybody. She just got better at hiding her feelings, becoming more mature.

“I already got plans today, but any other day would be fine!” she smiled as they got out.

By the door, leaning on the wall was certain handsome boy, two years older than them. His arms were crossed as every bad boy in every romantic movie. His usual attire, black and white with the cyan highlights: His light-blue eyes looking gladly at Marinette.

“Luka!” she greeted excited to meet her friend. A smirk appeared in his lips.

“Finally Ma-ma-marinette.” he falsely complained, mocking her. He hugged her, a hug too long and too tight to Chat Noir’s–-I mean– Adrien’s liking. Alya was contemplating the scene satisfied. Nino heard a cat hiss behind him, and he would swear it came from Adrien.

As everyone was heading to the metro they all walked together. Alya and Nino were ahead of them, while Marinette had Luka on her left side and Adrien on her right side. Adrien felt a little left out as Luka small talked with Mari.

“I’m glad to see you in one piece.” Luka commented.

“Well yes, thanks to Chat Noir and Viperion. They did a great job.” Adrien’s chest swelled with pride, although he would have omitted Viperion.

“I bet they did. I saw that new hero on the news, he’s pretty handsome right?” Luka asked with a cocky smirk, one that Adrien could read right through it. Marinette turned red, I mean, what a question! Surely out of Luka’s character, she wasn’t expecting that question.

A weird though crossed Adrien’s mind: I’m going to punch him in the face.

“Uhm yeah, superheroes tend to be handsome, I mean have you seen Chat Noir, hahahahaha!” she dodged the question by adding Chat to the argument. She didn’t really want to comment on the new superhero, and I mean, although Chat was really handsome, she just thought he was a cute partner.

Meanwhile Adrien was having a quiet heart-attack.

“Hey man, you okay?” Luka asked, observing how he was all blushed and absent minded. Marinette glanced at him, and got worried.

“Adrien?” Mari asked reaching for his shoulder.”You look feverishly hot.”

“Huh?” Marinette realized her horrible mistake when Adrien looked confused.

“I mean that you look like you have a fever and you look hot! I mean that you look like you are hot and have a fever!” the bluenette got progressively pink until she reached that crimson color she didn’t have since her old crush-fever days. Luka cringed a little but internally laughed amused, Marinette would never change her ways, not around that boy.

“Oh haha… I’m okay. I guess I’ll call it a day.” he simply said, feeling a little embarrassed, with a campfire in his chest. Maybe it was the flu, maybe he was jealous, maybe he wanted to die.

“Do you want me to accompany you home?” Marinette offered.

“Oh no, I don’t want to interrupt your date. I’ll just call my bodyguard.” Marinette laughed a little and was about to clarify this wasn’t a date at all, but Adrien was already far away; if she reached for him, it would look weird.

Marinette and Luka talked eagerly as they headed downtown to buy new guitar strings. They had ice cream and goofed around before returning back home. After a long good shower, Marinette dressed herself up with a big black sweatshirt and her pink polka dotted pajama pants. She sat in a chair on her rooftop as the autumn sunset welcomed her with a chilly breeze.

Her parents wouldn’t be home till Sunday, so she could eat at anytime and do whatever she wanted to, even the bakery would be closed until her parents returned.

While Mari enjoyed hot cocoa and freshly baked cookies – Tikki cuddled underneath the bluenette’s sweatshirt – she heard a little well-known bell. In a matter of seconds Chat Noir in the flesh stood in four limbs besides her.

“Chat! What are you doing here? Is there an akuma close by?” Marinette asked, her eyes going everywhere.

“Me-ouch princess! Can’t a stray cat visit his favorite girl?” Chat joked as he sat normally in a chair at Marinette’s side.

“You surprised me, that’s all.” she said a little blush. “Want some cocoa? I also got cookies I made myself.”

“Cookies from a princess?? And a hot beverage in this freezing weather? I’m so grateful” Marinette laughed while she handed him a cup (which was the flask lid).

“Don’t be silly kitty, it’s not that cold yet.”

“Yeah it is! Look feel my cheeks!” he said grabbing her hand. Marinette’s warm hands chilled right away. She gasped, as she moved her hands to his other cheek and then to his forehead, which was slightly warmer. Chat noticed Marinette’s worried face. “Oh, but it’s fine, it’s because of the cold air that hit’s my face when I run. I’m fine, really, take that look of your pretty face.” he smiled as the hot cocoa warmed his insides and his heart.

“Wait here Chat, I’ll be right back.” Marinette slid down her trapdoor and came soon after with a fuzzy looking blanket to wrap Chat. “So tell me, why are you here in such a cold afternoon?”

“I was patrolling and it was really calm and quiet, so I thought I stopped by to say hi.” he said simply with a shrug taking a cookie.

“Oh kitty, I’m sure you got better things to do that come here.” Marinette commented in a lonely way, probably sarcastic, Chat Noir wondered why.

“Oh no Mari, you are the best choice right now.” he said with a smile. “I really enjoy your company, plus you feed me nice treats.” He saw Marinette’s eyes light up and, as a reply he grinned in a cat-like way. “Wanna play some video games? Or watch a movie?” he proposed; luckily, they would get inside, it was getting really cold.

“I’m in the mood for a movie actually.” she simply said, opening the hatch to go inside. For a moment she stopped, she was having Chat Noir over, for a movie. Is this weird? She thought. I mean she felt comfortable, as she was Ladybug, she wasn’t afraid of Chat, but would Chat be comfortable? He didn’t really know her… but he proposed movie night, so yeah, whatever.

They curled up in the sofa, sharing a blanket with some distance between them. Believe it or not, they chose a Marvel Movie, which was ironic, as they were superheroes. When the movie was getting to that pre-climax part, when everything is quiet and heroes just explain their whole lives, Marinette felt some weight in her arm. Chat Noir was asleep in her shoulder, he looked peaceful, so peaceful actually, that Marinette reached behind his cat ears and scratched a little.

Not only did Chat accommodate himself better, hugging Marinette and resting his head in her lap, but he was purring. In two years as Ladybug, Marinette never heard him purr, he looked happy and was so into character she thought he would turn into a cat at any moment now.

After the movie, Marinette played her favorite sitcom and changed her position in the couch, she felt sore already. With a few pillows in her back, she rested her head in the armrest, Chat was laying in her chest, hugging her like a pillow, and was between her legs. Marinette petted his head out of habit, and felt asleep after three or four short chapters.

How she ended up in her bed with her cat pillow snuggled against her chest the next morning, she didn’t know. She only knew she was kind of disappointed because the cat was fake, and looked nothing like the cat she was hoping for.

And she was confused as hell on why did she want some stray cat on her bed instead of dreamy Adrien Agreste.

#marichat #adrinette #lukanette #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #mlb #its 3 am #almost 4 #sorry for the typos

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daebakinc · 5 years

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Warmth in the Storm

Pairing: Hyunwoo x Reader Genre: Fluff Word Count: 1.K Summary: In the middle of a blizzard, you stumble into Hyunwoo’s bar and wind up with more than the snow on your boots melted. A/N: Inspired by @monstaxnight ‘s imagine here.

Winter is not known for its gentleness. It has its moments of soft, white, silent beauty of diamonds and velvet, made all the more so by knowledge it will melt away beneath the sun’s prolonged gaze. But tonight, is not one of those nights.

Tonight, Winter rages and curses, throwing snowflakes so thick and fast at your face that you have to squint to see anything at all. Its winds buffet your body side to side even as Jack Frost paves the road beneath your feet with ice. With childlike shuffles, you fight through the blizzard towards the neon sign that shouts ‘Bar’, its holiday red letters blanched pink by the snow.

The parking lot is empty except for a solitary truck already asleep under a deep blanket of snow when you at last reach the building. But the windows are all still merrily lit so you clutch onto the hope someone is there as desperately as you do the handrail leading to the porch. Your stiff fingers slip on the doorknob. A whimper squeaks through your teeth as they sink deeper into your split lip. You try again and nearly fall when the door swings inward.

It swings shut behind you as you stumble forward. The excited chatter of a sportscaster is brash in your ears after the howl of the storm.

“Oh, my god. Are you alright?” a man’s voice asks.

Ice and snow coat your eyelashes, so you can only make out a large white and blue blur coming towards you. A hand presses against your back to guide you further inside. You try following, but your knees crumple with the relief of even a hint of warmth.

“Easy there.” Your savior pries your arm from your chest to wrap it around solid shoulders.

With his support, you hobble forward. He stops and lowers you onto something soft. A couch. The faint smell of spilled beer and popcorn sneaks through your frost-bitten nose.

“I’m going to move the couch, so don’t freak out, okay?”

You’re not sure he can see you nod through your triple wrapped scarf, but you do. The floor glides beneath your feet and heat engulfs you like a mother’s hug. Your insides melt alongside the ice on your eyelashes in the presence of that comforting smell of woodsmoke only a fire brings.

The man squeezes between the wall and the arm of the couch. He crouches by the fire to throw a few more logs in the wide fireplace and stoke the fire. It gives you time to blearily admire just how broad his shoulders are, stretching the fabric of his cream-colored cable knit sweater. And a cute butt in snug jeans to boot.

“Alright, let’s get out of those wet things.” He pivots on the balls of his feet and reaches for your boots. His fingers brush melting snow away from your boots’ shoelaces, but he pauses. Looking up with uncertainty in his eyes, he asks, “May I?”

He waits for your starstruck mind to remember to nod, then starts stripping you with careful efficiency. First your boots, then your socks, vest, sweatshirt, and scarf are lined up on the bricks in front of the fire to dry. Even as you defrost, you still find your breath coming in uneven puffs as the man gets closer and closer to your face.

You may still be delirious from freezing, but right now, he is unquestionably the most handsome man you’ve ever seen with artful bedhead, bronzed skin, pillow lips, and a jawline to kill for. But what has you truly staring are his eyes. They’re the shade of brown dreamers possess, dark and deep with their passions, but they now carry only gentle concern. The care with which he handles you, only making contact with your body when necessary, baffles you. You’ve never met before, yet he’s treating you with the tenderness you would reserve for a dear friend.

After plucking your hat from your head and dropping it beside your other clothing, he reaches over your shoulder, his chest coming a whisper away from your face. Zesty cologne and the unmistakable scent of a man fill your nose. When he pulls away, you stifle a sigh.

He tucks the blanket now in his hand around you, entrapping your entire body in warmth. Rubbing the bottom of your blanket over your feet to finish drying them off, he says, “There we are. Hang on one more second. I’ve got some spare clothes in the back that you can borrow ‘til yours dry.”

You take the opportunity to look around when he disappears down a hallway. Rustic stacked logs make up the walls of the spacious room, decked here and there with pine branch draped frames that enclose various band posters. In the opposite corner from the couch sits a long hardwood bar, lined with the usual variety of green and brown glass bottles. A big screen TV sits above the bar, playing the end of the soccer match you’d heard earlier. Echoing the game on the screen, a large foosball table takes up the corner behind you.

“Here we go.” The man returns with a folded stack of clothes, thick black socks sitting on top of the pile. He jerks a thumb over his shoulder towards the way he’d come. “There’s a bathroom back there if you want to change there or you can change right here. I’m going back to the bar for a minute, so it’s up to you.”

You glance to the dark hall, then back to the fire. There’s no way you’re leaving its warmth, not when you’re just beginning to defrost.

As he hands you the clothes, you finally find your voice. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He smiles, blinding you like the sun shining on fresh snow after the breaking of the storm. Leaving your line of vision, he says, “It’s pretty late to be out on the roads.”

Keeping your head above the blanket as you slide off your jeans to exchange them for the sweatpants, you reply, “Schools got out early, so I switched shifts at work with a coworker, so he could be home for his kids. I didn’t think the storm would be this bad.”

“Your car slide off the road?”

“Yeah, right into a snowbank. Luckily, I could see your sign from where it did, or I might’ve frozen to death.”

“You’re legal, right?”

The question jolts you upright. “Excuse me?” You turn your head to look at him.

He holds up a bottle of something, the label too small to read at the distance. His gaze is guileless as he clarifies, “You can drink?”

“Oh, yeah.” You duck your head under the blanket to discard your shirt for his hoodie, glad for the excuse to hide your embarrassment at your own assumption. Your cheeks getting hotter when you realize it smells like him.

For a few moments, neither of you speak, the only sounds being the crackling of wood, the television, and the clinking of glasses. The thick walls completely mute the wailing of the storm outside.

“Everything good?” he calls from the bar when you stop wriggling.

“Yes,” you answer.

He walks over, two surprisingly elegant glasses in hand full of luxurious cocoa-colored liquid topped with a mountain of frothy whipped cream. “Spiced Irish coffee for you,” he says, handing you one of the glasses.

Gripping it with both hands, you take a sip and shudder as the burn slides down your throat to settle in your stomach like a glowing coal. “Thanks. Is that what you’re drinking too?”

“Nah. Just Mexican hot chocolate here. Don’t drink on the job.” He laughs and takes a drink of his own, sitting on the floor by your feet. Your eyes can’t help going to his lips when his tongue darts out to wipe away cream that clings there. “Getting warmer?”

“Yes, thanks. So, you own this place, Mr. …?”

“Yeah. And it’s just Hyunwoo. Son Hyunwoo.”

You shake his offered hand, that warm feeling in your chest spreading at the way his envelops yours, and offer your name in return.

“Nice to meet you. I don’t mean to pushy, but can I suggest something?”

“Sure,” you answer, curious as to what he could be about to say.

“I really don’t feel comfortable with you going back to your car tonight. We won’t be able to get a tow truck out here until the morning, if even then, so you should probably stay here for the night. The couch pulls out and everything.”

Your eyes drop to the coffee in your hand, considering. Hyunwoo’s right and despite knowing him less than an hour, with the kindness he’s treated you with, you can’t help trusting him. “What about you?”

“I live in one of the backrooms, so I’m all set. So you’ll stay?”

“Yes. Thank you, really. You’re being incredibly generous,” you say, glancing at him with a shy smile.

Hyunwoo smiles back, his eyes crinkling in a way that spreads a fuzziness through your veins entirely different from the alcohol-inspired kind. “It’s the holiday season, isn’t it? Are you hungry? I can’t do much, but I can make us some mean tomato soup and grilled cheese?”

“That sounds great, thanks.”

“Cool.” He points to your glass as he gets to his feet. “Just give me a yell if you need a refill.”

You watch Hyunwoo’s back as he heads to his rooms again, the smile he conjured on your lips feeling like it may be tattooed there. Maybe this storm wasn’t the worst thing that’s happened to you after all.

#shownu fluff #kpopwritingnet #kwriterskollection #monsta x scenarios #shownu scenarios #monsta x fluff

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writinanon · 5 years

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Weather!

So if you all remember I’ve mentioned a few times that I live in the Midwest, and in a shocking turn of events it’s really fucking cold tomorrow, Wednesday Jan 30th. I mean it’s January, the middle of Winter, but the weather people are all shocked that it’s gonna be cold (I understand that this is unusually cold but we’ve had periods like this previously this isn’t the first time a ‘polar vortex’ has hit) I see a whole bunch of posts about if you have to go out, if you have pets don’t let them out especially birds, and such but I haven’t seen anything about keeping your house warm without raising your heating. So I’m gonna take a stab at it and hope this helps some other people, who like me can’t afford to raise their heat too far above 68 degrees. And a few things to help keep from drying out in all that warmth.

So while you’re inside because I’m pretty certain all schools and many establishments are closed tomorrow (Both my school ISU and my place of work are closed tomorrow, hell even the local community college Heartland is closed and community colleges rarely if ever close) here’s somethings you can do to keep warm.

‘Seal’ your doors and windows. Either through a pool noodle, some towels, or some blankets any cracks in your doors or windows should be closed up. We have the pool noodle on both our front and ‘balcony’ doors because they weren’t sealed properly. With windows cover them with a plastic shower curtain if you have one or some plastic wrap to keep the head in and the cold out, you can also line them with tin foil for better effects.

Candles! If you don’t already have some candles to burn run out and get some while it’s still bearable/places are still open. Get ‘warm’ smells, things either you associate with baking or with summertime. Apple and cinnamon are the two most common scents. They’ll help to trigger your brain’s sensory memory and while the warmth from the small flames isn’t gonna do too much it’s the smells that are gonna help out.

Exercise! Put on a work out video, play Wii fitness, dance with your roommates and have a roommate party, whatever you wanna do, do it. You’ll be moving and burning calories and will be keeping you body warm through working out. Just make sure you’ve got the space for it and make sure if you’re burning the candles too that they’re in safe locations as well.

Snuggle up! Whether with roommates that you’re comfortable with or with stuffed animals or pillows, snuggle up on the couch or in bed under some nice heavy blankets in comfy jammies. Not only will the blankets help but the other body heat will help, if you are like me and don’t like to snuggle much unless you know the person very well stuffed animals make a good substitute just add some more blankets.

Use your dryer if you have one! Toss those blankets/jammies in the dryer and warm them up before putting them to use. You can also do this with your stuffed animals if you don’t have a cuddle partner. A quick burst of heat is nice and feels great.

Hot water bottle! If you can’t use your dryer (because your roommate who left for a few days put laundry inside it said she was gonna take care of it before she left and didn’t)/don’t have one get a strong water bottle, or one of those ones that are silicon/rubber if you happen to have been given one/bought one because they’re actually very useful, and fill it with hot water from the tap. Place it in the foot of your bed because toasty feet are the best, if you happen to have multiple or have made multiple because you have several 2 liters lying around, putting them up your bed is wonderful as well but always do feet first.

Bake! You’re now hungry and need food. Bake something. Cookies, rolls, meats, veggies, finish off a pasta dish as a pasta bake! Baking is great, it usually makes things pretty tender, and the oven warms up your house/apartment. There’s a wide variety of foods to bake.

Cocoa! Hot cocoa is great, hot coffee/chocolate is good, hot tea is okay, I say this because you want something to warm you up and fill you up. Hot Cocoa is made with milk and so it’ll linger a little longer and gives the best warm fuzzies in your tummy, yes even when you make it with almond milk. It’s the heavy feeling of the milk that something like water doesn’t have. That’s why coffee and chocolate are good, you can add milk/cream to them to make them heavier, and tea is okay. Not many people in the States drink their tea with milk so it’s okay. Add a pinch of cinnamon to your coffee/chocolate/cocoa for a nice warmth too.

Humidify! If you’re like me and can get a nosebleed at the drop of a hat you know winter is dry and you need moisture. I’m lucky and my parents bought me a fantastic humidifier for Christmas two years ago that doesn’t need a disposable filter, has a demineralization cartridge so I can fill it from the sink, and does both warm and cool mist. I’ll have it set to warm mist just to help ease my breathing tomorrow but you don’t have to, cool mist isn’t going to make your room colder it’s just not going to open your lungs (think about the steam in a shock it opens up the airways of your nose and lungs that’s what warm mist does for a humidifier). Now if you don’t have access to a humidifier grab the largest pot you own, fill it completely with water and then set it on the stove. Put it on low and make sure to check on it to make sure it hasn’t boiled dry. Once you’re low on water refill it and start anew. This will put water in the air through steam.

Moisturize! Grab your favorite lotion/butter and slather it on. Put on a nice extra thick layer on your feet/legs and then put on big fluffy socks and nice warm fuzzy pants. Rub a lighter layer on your upper body and then pull on your warm fuzzy sleepy shirt. Make sure to get your neck and face as well, a light layer here you don’t want to cake it on. Rub the back of your hands and make sure it’s all absorbed before you go do stuff. Reapply every couple hours to make sure you’re not drying out your skin while trying to keep warm!

Water! Hydrate! Make sure that you’re drinking water. If you can’t drink your water tepid/sink cold, fridge water is fine too. Ice water is gonna undo all your hard work so don’t stick any ice in any of your drinks. If you have to have ice water work out! Make sure you’re moving and not settled because then your body is already there (but ice water isn’t really good for you while you work out so really please don’t drink ice water at this time).

#Cold weather tips #I hope that this helps some people #I know that I learned a lot of this from my parents #Just don't let the cold get the best of you and keep active #it's easy to sleep through it #but keeping active and staying positive really helps fight the cold

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