#bleufrost.fic

Loki x reader nsfw headcannons:

a/n: this is the first time im publishing smut so please let me know what you think! headcannon and drabble requests are open!

warnings: um,,,this is nsfw my lovely dudes. theres some smut, cockwarming, teasing, and namecalling. ya know, loki shit.

ok so lets get one thing very clear, Loki likes to be in charge. I'm not talking, mean dom that throws you around in charge, I'm saying he likes making it abundantly clear that even when he's the one getting tied up and pushed down, its because he's letting you do that to him; because he wants you to do that to him.

One of Loki's favorite things is moving up your body, forcing you to stay still as he allows his breath to brush your delicate skin and cause your most sensitive places to tingle with excitement.

He gets off on teasing you. All the time. Being the prince meant that he had to be shown a certain amount of respect, and god did he use that to his advantage.

Forcing you to bow to him, kneel for him, and even kiss his hand from time to time was his favorite form of punishment. He loved to put you in the most compromising positions, leaning close and whispering completely filthy things into your ear before nipping it slighlty and moving away just as Thor or another member of the royal group entered. Loki would smirk as you would desperately try to contain your blush and stop the wet heat of your core from making itself known to the new guest.

You would tease him back, of course. Calling him your highness and my god in between desperate moans while you came unraveled beneath silken sheets; and then turning around and using those exact same titles to address him in public. Loki's breathing would hitch, sometimes choking on his drink or moving to hide the growing bulge in his pants as he tried in vain to act as though those names weren't something that caused a blinding shot of heat to run directly to his growing member.

He would always punish you dutifully for little stunts like that. Loki was a glutton for dealing out punishment.

Most nights would find you tied down to the bed, legs spread apart as he slowly allowed his skin to take on the icy chill that was familiar to him. The frost of his fingertips would dance against your hot skin, making their way down to your core before entering you slowly. The cold contrasted greatly with the heat of your slit, and the pleasure it brought on left you screaming and begging for more. It really was less of a punishment than a reward, but neither one of you would complain.

Loki can also be soft and needy. He has a lot of pressure on him to be great, and sometimes he just needs to be held as he rocks his hips into you.

Some nights, when he's really needy he likes to just lay there with his cock inside of you. It comforts him to feel your walls wrapped around him, knowing that he's safe and able to be so intimate with you with no expectations. Sometimes he falls asleep, still deeply buried within you. Other times, neither one of you can stop the slow movements of your hips as you begin to squirm, needing to feel something more.

When you would start moving first, letting out little whimpers as you ached to feel his cock stretch your walls and push into you in the most delicious ways, Loki would make sure you got everything you wanted. He loves grabbing your thighs, pushing himself as deep as he can go into your wet core before pulling back out, barely allowing the swollen tip of his throbbing member to stay pressed against your entrance before pulling you closely to him and back down onto his length. There's nothing he craves more than to hear you cry out his name, feeding his ego and reminding him that there was no one you wanted more than him.

Loki doesn't really care much for degradation in the form of terms such as slut or whore. He much prefers to make you feel small and innocent.

His favorite names for you in the bedroom are "pet" and "kitten." There's just something about seeing you licking up and down his cock and gently rolling his balls between your soft hands that warrants a name such as kitten.

Loki loves to pull beautiful little noises out of you whenever he can. He knows all the right places to bite, suck, and lick to coax the most sensual whimpers and cries from your lips, and it makes his cock harden and throb almost painfully to hear them. He's not selfish with his own noises either. Loki loves to reward you with his own breathy moans and dirty talk, letting you know just how good of a girl you're being as you take his hard length fully inside of you. It turns you both on to no end to hear the other's pleasured moans.

Overall, Loki is just fucking great in the bedroom. He may be a cocky jerk sometimes, but the way in which he works magic on your swollen clit, feeding your hungry pussy with his dick, and leaving you breathless and crying out for more kind of justifies the behavior.

A/N: hey beautiful, I hope this is ok! Im not the best at smut so I appreciate the opportunity to practice a little more 🖤 thank you for requesting it!

The premiere had gone far better than either you or Adam could have ever predicted. Cameras flashed, dresses twirled, and dazzling lights spelled out the name of the movie your boyfriend had been working tirelessly on for months. The night had truly went by in a swirl of color and although seeing him onscreen was a treat, having him all to yourself at home was like being in your own personal candy store.  

It only took moments for Adam to lift you out of the car and sweep you up the stairs that led to the bedroom. The clothes thrown into a haphazard mess of glittering jewels and carefully tailored buttons while you lay on the mattress laughing softly.

Adam took his time, as he always did with you; biting and kissing his way up your legs. His beautiful lips lingering on the delicate skin of your thighs as he marks them as his own. His face nuzzles against your panties and you sigh, looking down to watch as his long fingers guide the fabric away from your heat. 

He stays there a moment, stroking his fingers up and down while you become a whining mess beneath him. You don't want his fingers though, not today. Quickly, you pull him up to meet your mouth. You kiss him desperately, longing to be intimate with him in ways that others only dreamed of. 

Your fingers fumble with the band of his briefs and you hear an amused puff of air leave his lips as he watches you. His hands come down over yours, guiding them down his legs until you could feel him completely pressed against you. 

"I love you." The whispered words accompany the warm feeling of his hard length slowly pushing into your core. You can feel every inch of him filling you up in a way that always leaves you incredibly breathless. The air leaves your lungs when Adam finally comes to a halt within you, and you both lay there gasping breathlessly before he guides himself back out once more. 

Adam starts off slow, pulling out until only the tip of his member stays within you, and then inching his way back until his hips are flush with yours once more. It takes only moments of this until you can't stand it anymore and begin rocking your hips into him, following his cock as he pulls away from you. 

He doesn't take long to notice your need and once he does, his hips fall into a steady rhythm of sharp thrusts. He takes hold of your thighs, pulling them up until they are angled in just the right way for his cock to hit that beautiful spot inside of you. Your breathing quickens and you can feel your core tightening in the most delicious way imaginable. 

Your hands find his neck and you pull him down into a kiss. "I'm close," you whimper and he kisses you deeply before placing his hand down against your clit and rubbing gently. 

"Come on, darling." His voice is rough as he coaxes you to your release. Feeling him all over you, you allow the coil to snap and your walls tighten around him while he continues to stoke the fire within you. His thrusts become sporadic just as your vision goes white, and you can feel the warmth of him coating your pussy when he lets go. 

The two of you sit there for a while, waiting for your breaths to calm. Adam holds you gently in his arms, coming down from his high before tucking a pillow under your head and leaving the room. Your eyes drift shut, wondering where he went but being too exhausted to get up and look. You don't have to wonder too long though. The door opens once more and you smile softly when you feel the warm fabric of a towel rub against you.

He once again takes his time cleaning you up and throws the towel to the side when he's done. The bed dips beside you and his strong arm comes to wrap around your waist underneath the fuzzy blankets. You turn to face him, leaving a kiss on his chest.

Chapter Four: Not a Stranger

a/n: aaand we're back! let's see if I can get y'all back into this like im getting myself back into writing it (:

thank you all for being patient with me, if youre still here reading I love you so much.

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rating: m for graphic depictions of violence, gore, and adult themes

a/n: less christmasy than I wanted but I hope the love makes up for that! thank you for the request ❤️

There was a loud crash followed by the signature swearing and grumbling of the big, red devil you had come to love. Shaking your head, you brace yourself for the scene that awaits you when you enter the door. 

Shiny tinsel and delicately wrapped garland hung from the walls around the room. In the center stood proud a ten foot tree that you had begged Red to help you put up when the season began. There were presents placed sporadically under the tree and stockings strewn up over the mantle of the warm fireplace. Amidst it all was the source of the crash; Red sat pouting in a small mountain of shattered ornaments and bulbs, in his palm he held yet another small ornament (or at least the pieces that once made up an ornament.)

“Babe, what happened?” You can’t stop the giggle from leaving your mouth no matter how hard you try.

“These stupid little balls are way too easy to break. Have you seen my hands? They’re huge, there’s no way I’m getting this done.” Hellboy huffs angrily, throwing the small pieces of broken plastic to the ground. He turns away from you and you giggle once more before making your way over to him. Part of you was screaming to poke fun at the big guy, but a bigger and far more sensitive part of you knew that sometimes Red really did need to be reassured that he wasn’t just the big and scary monster that everyone thought him out to be.

“Hey Red, do you want me to find something else for you to do while I clean up a little?” Red scoffs and moves just that little bit further away from you. He doesn’t make any move to react further, so you take the opportunity to close the space between you two.

“What’s wrong, HB?” You run your hands up and down his arms, slowly pulling him closer to you and shutting out the cold distance between you and him. 

Red lets you draw him in, you both know that he could stand his ground if he really wants to, you couldn’t physically force him to move an inch; but emotionally you would always be able to draw him closer. “I break things. Couldn’t even put up some damn ornaments without crushing them. Worst part is, I wasn’t even trying to do it.” Red dips his head down in shame, giving you the perfect angle to run your fingers softly through his black hair. He leans into your touch like a big kitty cat.

“Red, you were born to be hard. There is nothing gentle about a god born in hell.” Red laughs cynically and looks you in the eye. “Not really making me feel any better here, babe.” You laugh and continue to run your fingers through his scalp.

“Let me finish! You weren’t born to be soft, but you’ve learned to be. Maybe things fall apart or break when you’re not trying to keep them intact, but the fact that you’ve made the effort to learn to keep them together proves that you yourself are gentle. Not everyone in your position would have denied who they were meant to be in order to become who they want to be.” Red noticeably softens as you speak. The fire within his eyes is completely extinguished and his hand comes up to cup your face. His touch is the most gentle thing you have ever felt.

A/N: I am so ridiculously sorry this is literally months late. school has been torture on me love, but here's a little something I wrote up!

At first, holding your growing belly had been somewhat foreign and disturbing to you. It hadn't been until recently that the comfort of knowing your baby was always with you had started to settle in. You were just starting to truly show, a few months into the pregnancy and coming to the quick realization that this child, though you were completely and utterly excited for them, was going to cause a whirlwind of shock to you and Keanu.

The first few times you had gotten sick had worried Keanu greatly. He was away filming and you had called to let him know you'd been experiencing some discomfort and would be making a trip to the doctors. He panicked, but you had assured him quickly that nothing was wrong; and that was the truth of the matter. When he returned home on a break, you had slipped the tiny pregnancy test into a little velvet pouch and left it on his pillow. That night you had awoken to a sobbing mess of a man, lifting his smiling face to yours to share in one of the most beautiful moments of both of your lives.

From that point on, Keanu waited on you hand and foot. He wasn't happy about returning to film the last few weeks, but after that you barely had a moment to breathe. Anything you needed, any time of day or night, he was there. It wasn't just the typical foot massages or helping around the house, it was also the tender ways that he cared for the baby that was yet to be born that melted your heart. 

Keanu would constantly read, sing, and run *appropriate* lines for you and the baby. His animated voice and gentle kisses caused a stirring in your belly that you both just knew was a sign that the baby was happy and alive; ready to one day meet you two in person. 

On days where you two, and the baby in your belly, would go out and walk around, Keanu was constantly on the lookout for paparazzi. Although used to being reserved and typically protective of his personal life, Keanu became ten fold so when you began to show. The last thing he wanted was for you to undergo the stress of being in the public eye. Knight in shining armor didn't even begin to describe the fierce way in which he guarded the two of you. Behind the scenes and behind the shelter of closed doors he would constantly take pictures of you and your belly; but outside you were always hidden in his oversized sweaters and coats. 

Hiding aside, it was the quiet times you cherished most. Keanu had a tendency to fall asleep holding your tummy. Some nights the two of you would let soft music play and he would find himself humming the melody to both you and the baby. As rough around the edges as he sometimes was onscreen, off screen there was no one more gentle. 

Keanu Reeves x reader

warnings: anxiety mention, sexual tension, and some implied smut

Reunions had never really been your thing. You cared for your family and friends dearly, but there was something about being trapped in a place surrounded by people you hadn't spoken to in months, some even years, that made you uneasy.

It was Keanu's idea to accept the invite home initially. Your cousin shot you a text saying they were hosting a family reunion in your home town, and although you were apprehensive to attend, Keanu was excited to meet the rest of your family.

Being back in the town you grew up in was surreal. Again, you never really harbored any real hatred for it, but you had also done everything in your power to escape it after high school. Keanu felt your anxiety immediately and made it his mission to never leave your side while the two of you were there.

The family function went by without a hitch. Keanu got along with everyone so well and it warmed your heart to see how easily he fit in as a part of your family. Everything was going surprisingly perfect, that is until the letter was brought to your attention. Keanu had gone to get some drinks, and when he returned he held your cups with a piece of paper between them. It was an invite to your high school reunion.

If you had been nervous about coming back to see family, attending your high school reunion opened the gates to a whole new level of dread. Yet you found yourself agreeing because Keanu wanted you both to go.

The day of your reunion was spent panicking over what to wear. How should you do your hair, how much makeup was too much or too little, should you do your nails? It was a lot, but Keanu reassured you over and over that you looked gorgeous no matter what you decide to do or not do.

The venue was fairly packed by the time the two of you pulled up. There were hundreds of people, many of which you thought you might recognize but honestly, who could be sure.

"I think I'm going to go park and drop you off right here, okay? Last thing we need is you twisting an ankle in those heels." He laughed as you shook your head. He was right, you had a tendency to be just a little bit too clumsy sometimes.

You opened the passenger side door and began to get out, turning to kiss him before planting your feet on the ground.

"Please be quick babe." Keanu smiled reassuringly. "I promise, I'll be in there before you can even notice I'm gone."

That was already not true, because as soon as he pulled away you felt his absence heavily. Taking a deep breath, you made your way to the entrance and almost debated on waiting by the stairs before you realized how ridiculous that would look. Gathering all your courage, you walked inside and were lucky enough to almost immediately spot a friend of yours that you had actually kept in contact with over the years.

"Hey there beautiful!" She hugged you and introduced you to the other people she was with; you knew them already though. These people were the ones you never really got along with, the one girl specifically that had made it her goal to make your four years in high school a living hell.

She gave you a sickly sweet smile as you shook hands and hugged some of the other people there, finally getting to her. You hadn't even had the chance to voice a greeting before she started up.

"I saw online you were dating Keanu Reeves." Well that was fast. You rarely posted anything online, and seeing as Keanu enjoyed his privacy, there were only a few public pictures of you two together that weren't taken by paparazzi.

"Uh, yeah actually. We've been together for a little while now."

She scoffed at you. "You can't just take a picture with someone and pretend you're dating. Maybe I can believe you guys are friends, but come on (y/n), do you really think we're that dumb? I mean, why would you show up alone if you were actually together?" She laughed along with a couple other people standing with her, and your friend just sighed and shook her head. Eyes went wide though, when you felt the familiar comfort of a certain someone coming to stand behind you.

"Well, she is actually my best friend. I think if you're in love with someone, they should be, don't you think?" Keanu placed a large hand over your shoulder, bringing you in for a kiss. "And I apologize, I was parking the car and didn't want to make her walk too far in those heels. I'm Keanu, by the way." He gave them a charming grin and moved to shake each of their hands. He was always a gentleman, but you knew he was playing it up even more now just to rub it in.

"Babe, are you hungry? They're serving some food over at those round tables." It was an excuse to get away from the ex classmates you didn't enjoy being around, and also maybe a good excuse to actually grab something yummy along the way. He always knew exactly what you needed and where you needed to be.

Later that night, you and Keanu were swaying to some romantic music on the dance floor. You didn't really recognize many of the songs they were playing, but that never stopped the two of you from enjoying each other's company anyways.

As the slow music began to fade, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

"Hi, I wanted to cut in for the next song. Hope you don't mind." Once again, little miss bitchy put on that sweet smile as she moved forward to take your place in front of Keanu. Honestly, you were prepared to let her because it was starting to become pretty clear that dancing with your boyfriend was probably the most fascinating thing that would happen in her life for a while. Keanu on the other hand, wasn't so ready to let you go.

"I'm really sorry, I don't get a lot of time off and would really appreciate being able to dance with my date." Keanu smiled gently at her again, and you could basically see the anger rolling off of her in waves, but she complied.

You took your place holding him again and grinned. "How do you manage to look like such a gentleman telling someone to fuck off?" He chuckled, pulling you close to him to resume your swaying to the music as he leaned down to kiss your neck. You pushed yourself closer to him, leaving very little space between you. "You know, I think it's pretty sexy that you can stay so charming while dealing with people like that." Keanu bit down onto the skin he was sucking on. "Don't start something you can't finish."

You let your hand creep between your bodies, sliding your way down to the top of his belt. "Who said I couldn't finish you?"

Keanu quickly grabbed your hand, the lust had blown the pupils of his eyes and you knew that you looked just as heated. He said goodbye to some of the people the two of you had spoken to earlier, making sure to be seen by the bitch who had disturbed you both all night before nearly jogging out to get the car.

Outside, he grabbed your face and ran his lips over yours heatedly. "I'm going to go get the car. Don't move." The words were mumbled against your mouth and your breathing became heavy as he moved away.

It only took about five minutes for Keanu to pull back up in front of the steps. Getting out to open your door, he let his hands fall down to your waist before dipping just a little lower for a second. You yelped as you felt him touch you, getting in and watching as he shut the door and went around to his side.

The car ride back to your hotel was tense; the sexual energy charging the air as you leaned over to kiss and touch him whenever a red light appeared. You would have leaned down and taken him into your mouth if it hadn't been for the fact that he strongly believed that it could get you two hurt.

Pulling into the lot, Keanu grabbed you and lifted you over his lap in the drivers seat. You felt like a couple of teenagers having a heavy makeout session in the car late at night, but you couldn't care less how juvenile it all felt because all you cared about was feeling his wet tongue gliding inside of your mouth.

His hands landed on your ass, digging his fingers into your skin before slapping you playfully. You let out another surprised little sound and laughed with him in between sloppy kisses. Keanu pulled away, hands still stroking your rear but a slight look of concern was etched into his features. "What's wrong?"

"You didn't want to stay, did you? I should have asked before I took you outside, I'm sorry." He looked genuinely upset and you leaned over to kiss him again.

"Trust me, I would much rather be here with you than back with all those people I barely cared about to begin with. You did me a huge favor, now take me inside before I repay you out here."

Just as quickly as it left, the sexual energy was back. Keanu pressed his lips against yours and pushed open the door, letting you out and quickly guiding you back to your room where you definitely showed him just how thankful you were; and just how capable of finishing him off you really were too.

a/n: im sorry this one wasn't the best, but i hope you still liked it 💛

George Weasley x reader

a/n: my first george request! I love him so much and I hope this is what you wanted 💛

warnings: a little angst, fluff!

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From the moment you stepped foot into the wildly colorful joke shop, you were hooked. The sweets, pranks, and interesting snack boxes that caught the eye of every patron went completely unnoticed in stark comparison to the redhead who had greeted you. He had rolled over on the top of a ladder, extending a hand out in warm welcome as he flashed a dazzlingly goofy grin at you.

George Weasley was his name, and pranking people was apparently the game he liked to play. After that day, you returned almost constantly. You became a regular in the shop, meeting his twin brother, Fred, and slowly falling into step as their newest assistant and lab rat.

Initially you felt some form of attraction to George. He was warm and kind in a way that wasn't expected after all that had occurred just a few years before. Not everyone can escape a war with their ability to laugh still intact, so the cheery exterior of the twins' was a breath of fresh air in a world full of smoke.

It wasn't until the two of you had spent a day alone together that you realized his smile had become your entire world. After that day, everything changed.

All that being said, today you were in a panic. Fred had called you saying something serious had happened to George and he needed to speak to you immediately. The fact that he hadn’t spoken to you himself and told you made you worry that something bad must have happened. Pulling on your jumper, some leggings, and the pair of sneakers you left by the door, you darted from your apartment and made your way down the cobblestone streets to get to the alley that would lead you to their shop.

You saw the problem immediately. Opening the door, the smell of caramel and chocolate invaded your senses and you were in shock at the mountain of wrappers that appeared to flood from the door and make their way under your feet. On the counter was none other than George himself, a handful of chocolate in one hand and a caramel apple in the other. It was an odd sight considering he had never cared for caramel apples, but the smell was welcome since the combination was your absolute favorite pair of sweets.

His eyes lit up the second he saw you, and he jumped off the counter greeting you in the biggest hug you had ever received. Him hugging you wasn’t too far out of the ordinary, but the way in which he placed his head upon yours and kissed it gently gave you reason to pause. When he pulled away, or rather you did because he didn’t seem to be moving any time soon, he had the sweetest puppy dog look upon his face. He almost looked in love, but certainly that couldn’t be.

“Hey loverboy, leave the poor girl alone before you scare her off!” Fred’s voice rang through the shop; which you just now noticed was completely void of any other people. More importantly than that though, why had he just called George loverboy?

“I’m not scaring her, I’m just admiring the view. She’s so pretty, isn’t she?” You fought the blush that rose to your cheeks, desperately trying not to give away the fact that this truly was a dream come true in more ways than one for you. Something was off though, George was never one to hide his affection, but outright saying these things out of nowhere was far from normal for the boy.  

Looking from Fred to George and back again, you decided to speak directly to the twin who was acting the most common. “Fred, is something going on?” When George noticed your attention distracted from him, he grabbed your hands in his, instantly pulling you back to the warm sensation of his large palms wrapping around your smaller ones protectively. “Nothing’s wrong, love. I’m just in awe of you. It’s a beautiful thing being in love, isn’t it?”

That weirded you out for sure.

“Fred?” The panic in your voice rose and Fred walked over to pull you away from his brother. “Alright so it’s a long story, but let’s make it quick. We were testing out some new product and good old Georgie here decided to not read the bloody labels.” Fred was rolling his eyes and the annoyance was clear upon his face, but you didn’t have time for him to be annoyed because you desperately needed an explanation. “Fred, what happened?”

“Right! He ate like four amortentia chocolates from that batch you helped us make and, well I suppose you could kind of guess the rest.” That made your heart drop. Of course he wasn’t actually in love with you, it was crazy to even think that he would ever see you as anything more than a friend, at most an extension to their pranking duo. You had to get out of there immediately or you knew the stinging from behind your eyes would soon spill over in the familiar liquid crystals that signified your pain.

“Just baby him for a bit, it’ll wear off in no time if you don’t let him feed into the fantasy of us being together for too long.” You wrote down some basic instructions and told Fred to call you if anything escalated, then made your way out the door. Walking out onto the cobblestone, you finally let yourself breathe and with that breath came the tears. You could have stayed and fed into the dream for a little longer. You could have let him love you and cherished that memory, however brief it may be. No, that wouldn’t have been right to force your best friend into a situation that you knew would only serve as a mark of humiliation on his life. That would have been taking advantage of him and no matter how much you wanted to have him hold you and tell you how much he cared for you, you knew it wouldn’t have been genuine. It was wrong to feed into the fantasy and you knew that it would hurt you down the road, but even the brief interaction that you had with him upon entering their shop was enough to break you down. It wasn’t real. He didn’t love you.

The next day came and went without any word from Fred or George. After three days you started to worry. After a week, you were upset. Part of you wanted to go visit them and see what exactly was up, but you knew that you were far too afraid that he would reject you to do that. It wasn’t until a week later that you heard from George.

You had been sitting on your sofa reading when a soft knock sounded from your apartment’s front door. Bookmarking your place, you got up to answer it without even really thinking to check who it was. He stood there, caramel apple in hand and shy smile upon his face as he waited for you to hopefully let him in.

“Long time no see, George.” He looked down nervously before chuckling. “Glad to see a week apart didn’t change your ability to tell me from Fred.” That had you smiling slightly. It had taken some time for you to be able to tell one twin from the other when you first met them. Eventually you had gotten the hang of it and knew without them even speaking who was who, and you hadn’t gotten it wrong since.

“Why don’t you come on in.” Moving to the side, you let him enter and shut the door. When you turned around you found him standing awkwardly in the living room. Grabbing his arms you led him to a seated position next you on the couch and folded your legs under yourself to look at him. “There something you want to tell me?”

George breathed in a shaky breath, tossing the foil covered apple back and forth between his hands before holding it out to you. “I’m sorry I made things so bloody awkward between us. I wanted to come speak to you sooner, but quite honestly I didn’t know how to apologize without discrediting everything I said that day.” As you took the apple in your hands and thought over his words, your sadness turned into confusion.

“Georgie, what do you mean by that?” He rubbed the back of his neck and let out a nervous laugh. “Well, I’ve got to be honest with you, only a small part of what I said was because of the chocolate. Don’t get me wrong, it was a great batch you made, but I guess it doesn’t work as well when you’re already sort of in love with the person you got it from.”

Your eyes began to water as you realized George, your best friend and the man you’ve had a crush on for nearly as long as you’ve truly known him, was confessing his own feelings for you. His hand came up to brush your tears away and the sadness on his own face confused you to no end.

“I’m so sorry. If you don’t feel the same I completely understand and I swear this doesn’t have to change anything between us.” You laughed and brought your hands up to hold his against your cheeks. “George, I feel exactly the same way. I was just too afraid to say anything about it.” He grinned widely, laughing which in turn made you laugh as well. “Would you mind if I kissed you?”

You responded by leaning in closer to him and slowly pressing your lips against his. He tasted of chocolate and caramel, but he made you far happier than any sweets could ever dream.

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David Harbour

Jim Hopper  🍂

Band-aids and Broken Hearts (smut) 

Say You’ll Stay With Me (fluff)

Hate What You Become (angst)

Where the Wind Blows (slight angst, fluff)

Hellboy

Learn to be Soft (Christmas fluff)

Closeted Feelings (smut)

Keanu Reeves

John Wick  🐾

Eyes Set to Kill (jealousy, fluff)

You Chose This (angst, fluff)

Keanu Reeves

Trying for a Baby drabble (smut)

High School Reunion drabble (nsfw)

Pregnancy drabble

Tom Hiddleston

Loki  🌿

Caught in the Rain drabble (fluff)

NSFW headcannons

Frozen Embers Series (on hiatus)

Preview

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Tom Hiddleston

Insecurities drabble (fluff)

Little Pink Plus Sign (angst/fluff)

Oliver Phelps

George Weasley

Caramel Kiss (fluff)

Adam Driver

Adam Driver

After-party (smut)

Jeffrey Dean Morgan

JDM

Videogames and Giggles (platonic drabble)

Jay Ryan

Ben Hanscom (IT 2019)

Crawl Home to Her series 

Summary: Introducing Ali Torres

Prologue

Chapter One: A Broken Wrist

Chapter Two: The Call

Chapter Three: Lollipop

Chapter Four: Not a Stranger

Chapter Five: