𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡

Everyone tells you that you're husband is weird, maybe a little bit creepy in his own way. And in theory, you can understand why people say that. He's awkwardly tall, the scars all over his body might seem scary at some point and the reflection of his glasses combined with the look on his face makes him look out of a horror movie. Not to mention the screw he has piercing his head.

But in practice, you can't imagine your husband scaring people. Stein has always been a sweetheart with you since day one, treating you softly and tenderly. Even with his quirks, he's managed to make a pretty girl like you care for him, and now his own mission for the rest of his life is keeping you by his side.

He loves your company, he can't believe someone other than Spirit can handle him, and he can turn rather clingy sometimes.

You never have problem walking alone in the street, everyone knows you're Stein's precious wife. And still, he usually walks you everywhere. Separation anxiety or something. He walks beside you, arm immediately looping around your waist because it's muscle memory at this point. He's tall as a shadow, thinking about the minutes he'd lose without you if he didn't accompany you home. Even if he's coming there too a few hours later.

When you walk, his gaze is fixed on you, not in the people on the sidewalk giving you side eyes. You've always been filled with questions of why. Why choose him, someone in the verge of madness, someone who would put his experiments before you without thinking? But that's a lie. You know it, Stein has made it very clear to you that you are his priority and then, everything else. You're his world, his soul and his sanity.

One night, when he comes back later than ever and you are somehow still awake, waiting for him, he lays in the bed between your legs, chin pressed in your chest as he looks up at you. His glasses are crooked and his forehead sweaty because he definitely came to you faster than he should. You lift your hand, screwing the screw for him.

"I hate it when we're apart," he admits, almost shy about it. "I missed you so much in the lab today. I miss you everywhere, actually. Spirit says I'm obsessed. Maybe I am"

You giggle softly and his whole face lights up in this awkward way only you get to see. "You can be. I'm obsessed with you too."

You lean in to kiss the tip of his nose, but he moves faster and suddenly his giving you a big kiss on the lips, with his hands squeezing your cheeks together.

a/n: revive this fandom i just finished the show. idk if this is ooc or not I DON'T CARE. send me ideas for more stein shit a/n 2: also this is for my girl @kamislop idk if you follow me here but i'm nora ok i'm not some random person tagging you i'm moviecritc's side blog

In honor of this getting animated...

18+, MDNI!!!

Gris Rubion is a gentle lover. Especially when his girlfriend is usually so shy and reserved, he's more than happy with just going at your pace and tend to your needs as best as he can. Until one night you have a drink too many during a party at Cleaners HQ and he's face to face with a totally different side of you— bolder, definitely hornier, whispering softly in his ear "please, don't hold back."

And suddenly you're face down, ass up, Gris' hips colliding into yours with a speed and vigor you had never seen from him, though perfectly fitting for his build. One of his large hands is splayed over the small of your back for leverage, while his other is wrapped firmly around the headboard. The chatter from the common room is enough to cover the sound of the bed creaking under the sheer force of his thrusts, and he allows himself to be louder than usual.

You, on the other hand, are losing your mind. Drool drips from the corner of your mouth and onto the pillow your face is shoved in, no articulate sound coming from you apart from the slurred cry of his name in-between harsh slaps of skin against skin. "Nghh— mhf!" are the sounds he mostly hears, along with loud, whorish moans he wasn't aware you could produce whenever his cock would hit that soft little spot inside of you.

"I - hah - never thought you liked it this - fuck! - this rough, b-baby..." Gris breathes out, his chest and carved abs slick with a sheen of sweat. It was his first time going all-out on you, after all. "But you take it so. Fucking. Good." Each final word was punctuated with a sharp thrust, followed by the sweetest whimpers falling from your lips.

So what if he ends up cracking the headboard from gripping it too hard? It was just a small accident! Of course, he'd rather get devoured by a trash beast than explain it to Semiu or accidentally being heard by Enjin, but it's definitely worth seeing your blissed, fucked out expression, flushed with afterglow, and full of his cum. It's just a matter of learning to manage his strength with you!

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Imagine sitting on Qifrey’s face and he moans as if he’s the one being pleasured. His angelic tone resonates throughout the entire room as he gently grasps your ass, gliding his tongue across the expanse of your folds repeatedly. There’s nothing in this world that he would rather taste than you, and so when he shoves his tongue through your fluttering hole, he bucks his hips up into nothing and whines.

“Oh, darlin’ you taste so good, mmf—” His nails dig onto your skin, forming crescents in its wake and leaving reddish marks that you know will bruise by tomorrow. As if realizing, he loosens his grip, pulling away momentarily to whisper an apology before diving back in. He plants soft kisses along your clit, moving downwards then practically makes out with your pussy.

helping butch!qifrey to remove her binding tape after a long day ꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ an intimate moment between you and her

cw: non-sexual physical intimacy

You hear the tiredness of your girlfriend when she comes through the door. She takes off her big cloak and leaves it hanging, the ends of her short hair are sweaty and her cheeks are red. She sighs as she sits on the edge of the bed to get rid of her shoes and socks when you appear on the bathroom door.

"Hi, love," you say, making her turn her head towards you. You crawl into the bed, hugging her from behind. She weight settles on your chest and you let her relax a moment between your arms. "I prepared us a bubble bath."

Her eyebrows raise in relief, lifting her chin so she can look at you better. "Really?" Qifrey's voice is tired but soft, blinking slowly as you nod, leaning to leave a kiss on the tip of her nose.

"Come with me." You get up from the bed, taking her hand in yours and guiding her towards the bathroom.

The only lighting are a few candles you put together and it smells like Qifrey's favorite flower inside. The bath is warm and ready, bubbles everywhere and even two glasses of good wine. You help her out of the rest of her clothes, leaving her bare except from the tapes on her chest that look a little worn out.

butch!qifrey fluff and smut headcanons (˶>⩊<˶) an extract of you and qifrey dating, living together and teaching magic

cw: mdni, stone top!qifrey, pillow princess!reader, fingering, strap on, spit kink, might not be accurate because i have lots of ep to catch up and haven't read the manga

butch!qifrey who cooks for you every day, three meals a day because she knows you're too busy working that you forget most of the times. She knocks in your studio (even though you share it with her) and brings a tray with snacks and easy to eat food so you can work and eat at the same time

butch!qifrey who always makes you accompany while she makes dinner. You sit on the counter while she heats the food, cuts a few ingredients and puts together a nice and warm meal. When you try to help her, she just grabs you and puts you back on the counter because she knows you're a terrible cook and because she loves taking care of her girl.

butch!qifrey who doesn't really drink that much but indulges a little for you, she watches you happily sip your drink, rambling about stories when you were younger, cheeks warm and a dumb smile in your face. She also loves how clingy you get, leaning into her, head on her shoulder and even asking to sit on her lap. Qifrey says yes every time, letting you nuzzle in her neck and whisper sweet nothings in her ear that makes her blush.

♡ ⸝⸝ enjin can’t keep a crush ! ❤︎₊ ⊹

“she proceeds to ask me if i have a girlfriend and i’m like what? no, of course not,” enjin chuckled and put out his cigarette. “and then she brings up you, and well....”

“well what?” you asked. you and enjin have been close friends for a while now and you were practically inseparable. you hung out almost every single day, anything could become a hangout with the two of you. here you were, waiting for news from gris in his car, yapping away. it hadn’t clicked to you that people may have assumed that you guys were an item. you didn’t hate the idea, and you were sure he didn’t either. or at least, you thought he didn’t.

“don’t get me wrong, you’re cute.” you looked away at this, cheeks burning slightly. it took everything in you to play it cool, but your stomach was still in knots. you were too busy silently gushing at his compliment, you almost missed the next part of what he was saying.

“but, i’m not gonna lie…you’re pret-ty clingy. always texting me at the crack of dawn about the most random things. i feel bad for your future boyfriend. poor guy will feel like he’s being suffocated. he’ll ask me and semiu how to politely get rid of you or some shit.” he replied, laughing at his own joke.

you, on the other hand, were not amused. is that really how he thought of you? you thought bothering each other was a mutual, unspoken part of your friendship. the amount of calls you’ve received from him at midnight was concerning. he reach out often as well, but you were the one doing too much? tears prickled in the corners of your eyes as his comment sunk in. this is stupid, you told yourself.

he frowned. your silence was deafening. you watched as the gears shifted in his head before he realizing that he'd upset you.

“wait wait, i’m kidding. you’re not clingy, not at all. if anything, i’m the clingy one here. it’s so bad, i follow you around everywhere and text you in the middle of the night. i beg to go to doctor's appointments with you, the bank even. the only thing exciting about the bank is going with you. and the lollipops. but, it’s pathetic really. i’m kinda like an annoying puppy following you around. feel free to kick me if you want. i’d probably deserve it. i'm messing with you i swear. i'm sorry, i didn't mean to hurt your feelings." he rambled, rubbing his neck awkwardly and averting eye contact with you.

you shook your head quickly. you were stunned. the sting in your eyes was gone, but now, a wave of embarrassment washed over you. “you didn’t. it's fine, you’re fine i—” you sighed. “it’s not a big deal at all, just forget it.”

without a word, enjin placed his hand over yours and squeezed it. your eyes met his, and for a moment, it felt like time had stopped. your breath caught in your throat, heart practically about to leap out of your chest. his golden eyes searched your own before cupping your cheek with his hand. he grazed your cheek with his thumb gingerly before leaning in.

enjin’s lips were soft and warm. he brushed them to yours, slowly easing you into a kiss. your heart skipped a beat as you kissed him back, eyes fluttering shut. your hands were tangled in his messy blonde hair and he groaned softly as you tugged on it a little. freak.

you pulled away and crawled out of your seat, climbing into his lap to straddle him. he looked at you in surprise and raised an eyebrow at you.

“oh?”

you grasped his shirt and smirked.

“i’m gonna show you what clingy really looks like.”