Summary: Two near-humans find a strange but still comfort in each other's company and understanding after a fearsome first interaction. Affection grows as they both learn to be more human with eachother, re-learning how complex and beautiful it can be.
Pairing: Creature/Adam Frankenstein x Werewolf!Reader (feminine presenting, she/her used), Strangers to friends to lovers, 18+
TW: listed per chapter
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Pt 1: Monsters Together
Pt 2: It Will Come Back
Pt 3: Whats Left of the Sun
Status: On going, no set update schedule (trying for once a week) likely 5-shot
In-Universe one shots:
Out-of-Universe one shots:
Adam caring for reader with period cramps (gender neutral)
imagine: insecure!y/n having body image issues and Bob reassuring her 18+MDNI - lite smut
note: soo you commented something about a reassurance bob reynolds fic so here ya go @lilmisslexapro not read through/edited really...acdientally boblena lore? I just kept going...
Reassurance was an important thing in their relationship from the beginning, both Bob and Y/n needed to like air. To make sure that neither one of them were ever going anywhere. He thought she was perfect, made for him everywhere, curves and beautiful smiles in all, only discovering more things to love about not only her body but her mind-what made her tic.
But especially when she gained weight, it was always fluctuating, never stable, her body image was never stable. Bob couldn't see why, she was plus size but so much more too, sexy with her curves, beautiful in her marks. All he wants to do is love her, no matter how much she weighs-he wants her to be healthy of course. Making her food that may be deemed as more healthy but they both preferred certain unhealthy safe foods-easy meals they could pop into the microwave or on the stove easily.
He just wants to make sure her belly's full, that she felt better than before but doesn't push herself too far. Though everyone ate too much, so he never judges her for it, especially as she struggles. Bob wants to take care of her, she always felt so important, astoundingly beautiful no matter how she was. He loves watching her try and figure out different outfits for events, trying them on asking for his opinion.
She was usually met with big blue puppy dog eyes, a crooked grin that made her tummy flutter, muttering, "You are so beautiful, it compliments your hips well, baby." or in a shy tone, looking up at her bashfully, "I love that color, you are so pretty, I love your thighs in this." It was cute once he starts going it was like they came tumbling out in succession, especially when Sentry came out, "Sunshine, look at you, the most beautiful woman in the world, and you're all mine-how do you radiate in everything you wear?" Even when he was shy, or not-he had a way of making her flush like a fool. His love outweighs his insecurity of coming off the wrong way, she never took his words wrong-she always listens, asks for more.
Y/n knows how to do everything he needs, knows how to ask if she's unsure and wants to support him rather than control him-stick by him. But someone so understanding had her own demons in the closet, became insecure of her worth. She could pet at his hair while cradling his head into her chest, or on her lap maybe, telling him, "You are the strongest man I know, so handsome, I love you so much." or "You're so hot, physically, viscerally," Bob has been reading one too many of her romantic novels. Her hands might go to his abs, while his lashes flutter, mouth softly agape in anticipation, hair flopping over his eyes, "Bob please, I need you close, you're so pretty-" she whines. It was usually before sex when she was able to dish out the most desperate of comments, needy for him-letting out all the pent up reservation of her desire for him.
But she wrote letters to him, telling him about her little thoughts, in the beginning she didn't show them to him. Just throwing them into a desk drawer and forgetting that it existed until she wrote another. Then she formulates the perfect letter for him, he reads it, absolutely melting him to see himself from this perspective-to see how she felt. So eventually she shows him all the ones she kept hidden, telling him she was too scared that she was going to be too crazy for him.
It went as so,
Dear Bob my love,
I've written you some letters that I don't think I will ever give you. I don't know if I'll even give you this one but I thought I would try to because I'm not so good at saying what I feel out loud or rather I just feel intensely awkward saying them because I don't want to come off weird. But I love you, everything about you, how you sat the desk for hours, tinkering, the way you look so focused with a wrinkle in his brow. For some reason even with super powers you need glasses? You just sit there, in your element, focused, completely sexy, appealing to something eternal and deep. I want you with every fiber of my being but I'm nervous that it's not the right time or maybe you don't want me anymore. I know it's irrational, I know we talk about it, but it still effects me. It's nothing that you are doing, or not doing, it's me, my insecurities, that you have healed with your love-you haven't even tried, yet you have. I know you don't want to fix me, you want to know me, to be there for me, and I'd worship the ground you walk on Bob. I would do anything you told me, on my knees, I trust you with everything. I think about you for a second then I can't keep my head out of the clouds. You are so perfect, so handsome, I know I don't say it enough or confidently, but it's true. I've never been so obsessed with someone before, adore or acquired such a delicate museum. I'm cringey I know, I'm sorry...But you've gone through so much, done bad things, good, in the middle things that you can't quite explain-but you're trying to do better, every day, you are. You show up for yourself, for your teammates, for me. You are such an incredible man and I want to be here when you need me, when you want me, think of me, crave me...Our relationship is so special to me and like I said this was the most pg thing I could come up with and I massively failed-because you swirl up every emotion thinkable.
Love,
Y/n xo
That she felt all these things too much too soon, but he just replies with, "Makes me feel more sane, because I'm obsessed with you." Bob exasperates with a shake of his head, eyes wide with adoration and understanding.
It was obsession, understanding, devotion, intimacy, frustration, adoration, love, lust, all of it. Bob fills in every gap, he isn't perfect, but neither is she-she wouldn't change Bob for anything. Sometimes Bob had doubts in his compliments, wondering if they weren't going to be good enough-too repetitive or sugar talking-when all he wants to is see the smile she so often gives him for those words. It was him overthinking, in this moments, he decided to step more into Sentry, he has more control over him. He adores her so much, worships the ground she walks-verbalizes far more than Bob does. When she gains that extra weight he grows excited, loving the plush, digging his fingers into the softness of her tummy, hips, ass and burying his face into the crevices of her thighs. He left welts of love bites along her flush, marking her as her own, it might've be juvenile to some-they didn't do it all the time. But it felt good, to feel his teeth, to feel him hungry for every inch of her body-taking his time. Sentry was rougher, more primal, so in the clouds of his primal instincts, his possessiveness-he wasn't an animal but he had his sights set on her.
Bob knew what it was like to not feel wanted, to feel lost, scared, even with a partner. Yelena and him tried to be something for awhile but it just didn't make sense for them. Yeah, Bob liked intimacy, but it was always romantic, and when it began with Yelena, it was so awkward. It was weird to have her romantically, even when the feelings stirred for so long. He thought it was insecurity, so he worked on it because he loved Yelena-it wasn't serious yet, but they'd been trying for a few months-not getting anywhere. Bob didn't want the friendship to be ruined by sex, he wasn't ready for that with her, he didn't know if he ever would. He found her beautiful, so beautiful, but it wasn't right-he began to feel confident in himself but he still couldn't go through with it. They were teammates, best friends, when Bob gave in, Yelena did too-they called it quits, taking some time to mend their hearts. Before coming back together as best friends, he looks up to her, wants to be there with her.
Then Bob met Y/n, it all fell together, then he knew it was likely to really be in love. To find his confidence, listen to her sweet words or read them. She adores him, shy, timid, but not scared to tell him how she felt in the end. As she grew to trust him their communication changes, she tells him how she feels to a deeper extent. Grows more clingy where she wants to touch him, hug him, kiss him whenever she can. He soaks it up, his akin feelings festering for so long, it was a relief to have the release of simply being close to her.
So he found her in bed after noon, he had come back from the gym, thinking she would get up, eat the muffins he made the night before and the bacon he left out. Ever since he moved with her it's meant everything to him, to be able to take care of her in his off time-to really focus on her. But there's an odd silence over the apartment, he comes to their room, to see the room dark, she hid under the covers when the hallway light shines in.
"Hey..." he trails, trying to think of the night before, if she had shown any signs but he'd been home all day, and she crawled into bed-saying she had a tough day-so he got her take out, they cuddled, kissed a little. This time when he gets into the bed, she immediately faces him like she had no other options before scooting in closer. Wet tears soak his shirt, his hand coming to pet at her hair.
"You left."
"I came back, I always came back."
"You didn't touch me last night."
"Yes I did?" Bob questions, his eyebrows furrow with confusion. "We cuddled, we kissed...you didn't say you wanted more."
"You didn't either...do you not want me anymore? I gained some weight and I know-."
"Of course I want you." he pleads, his palms coming to frame her face and looking into her eyes, "Is that why you've been in bed?"
"I mean...not completely, I just-feel like a failure, I hate my body right now and my birthday is coming up and I look like this," she explains, tears brimming her eyes, shaking her head, "I know-I know I need to talk good about myself but I don't feel that..."
"Baby," Bob coos, wiping his thumbs underneath her eyes. "It's okay to feel that way but you are so-so beautiful, I can hardly take my eyes off of you, pry myself off of you..." he trails, he knows where her brain goes, because he knows her or because his mind went to the same place, "You are not obligation, you are my everything, the love of my life, every second I get to spend with you are the moments that mean the most to me. Because you mean the most to me, I want you all the time...I took care of myself in the bathroom this morning, thought of you the whole time..."
"You did?"
"Oh yeah..." Bob grins, leaning in to gently peck her lips, "Didn't wanna wake you, so angelic when you sleep."
"Who uses the word angelic to describe someone?" she teases, the mood lightening with his words, with the tone in his voice.
"When one sees something angelic, they say it." he retorts, dipping his chin to melt their lips together once again, moving slowly, his hand slid down her neck, running down her back to cup her ass and pull her into him. Her legs separate over his thighs, allowing him to press her into his hard body. She felt his erection poke into her core while she grinds down for more friction.
"I like when you talk like that." she murmurs, growing nervous with his want, but arousal guides her hips. A part of her would always be nervous to reveal her body, but it didn't matter with Bob. She gave into his hands, his mouth, his cock, folded into him, and was able to be her true self in his arms.
"Yeah? When I tell you how irresistible you are?" she feels the heat emitting from his skin as Bob flips her on to her back with a humpf. He begins to trail kisses down her neck, "How much I love you, every beautiful inch of you."
"Yeah," her fingers flexes in his curls, tugging him in closer while he moans, "I love it, it makes me-me feel so good."
Bob hums, his hands trailing down her waist, "Can I take this off?" he questions.
note: ahhh it's my bday in 20 mins wtf, anyway....this was lazily written but I wanted to do something short and post it tonight...thank you for reading this and feel free to request basically anything for lewis! in the comments or in asks 🫶
ironic how radical feminism is deemed "white feminism" but liberal feminism is the whitest your feminism can get before it goes into white supremacist territory. only caring about western issues, only advocating for western women... radical feminism aims to liberate women from every nook and cranny of the globe, and mainstream "intersectional" feminism would rather ally itself with men than with women from the global south. sad!
Liberal feminism isn't white, liberal feminism is simply based on your own community first. No point in fighting for other women's rights when you also don't have rights. If you're all in shit position, then focus on yourself and the people around you before you start campaigning for everyone else; "charity begins at home" and all that.
Liberal feminism works within the structure of mainstream society to integrate women into, and find equality within, the current social order. Unlike radical and marxist feminism, which works to liberate women from it. It's been known to be adopted primarily by white, western, and middle-class women because they, as a group within the oppressed class, have less reason to wish to deviate or separate from it.
It's been heavily criticised by other branches of feminism for decades for this reason alone.
Right, liberal feminisim is "if it convince myself I like it it stops being oppression. It's not locally based it's induvidual based and that solves and serves no one and nothing. In fact liberal feminisim encourages porn and prostitution (sex work my ass) so it's not in fact true feminisim because it further harms the most vulnerable of women as well as harming the actual feminist who actually want to help them.
Liberal feminism is buying yourself skincare for the empowerment, praising Kamala Harris and then liking a post about poor women in Afghanistan but never thinking about how your country put them in that situation.
Summary: You hurt your fingers, Steven is there to take care of you :)
Warnings: Mentions of blood and cuts on fingers, read injuring themself on broken glass accidentally
Written for my dearest beloved @my-secret-shame who hurt his fingers recently!!! thought i'd write some comfort! Just a lil drabble.
divider by @sardika-graphics
"Oh!"
"Oh, sorry love," Steven tsk's himself, going slower while removing your bandages. You'd cut your fingers very badly which trying to catch a falling mug. RIP to the worlds ugliest Shrek mug, your green shards now lay in a wastebin, and in the trash at the doctors office covered in blood. There was an aesthetic there, you just weren't sure what.
"OW!" You couldn't help but yell louder when Steven disinfected, per doctor's order's.
Stevens voice was sympathetic and you could tell her felt bad hurting you, even if it was to clean your wounds. "I know, I know, I'm sorry..."
When he finished, Steven re-bandaged them up, wrapping the fingers carefully. All eight non-thumbs were hurt, and you were rendered perfectly inept at home now. Couldn't even wipe your butt properly without risking opening and infecting your fingers. Luckily for you, you had the sweetest boyfriend anyone could ever imagine on this earth, who not only wiped your butt but cooked, cleaned, and make sure you didn't do anything to prolong your hurting.
"Here you are love, be careful now." He handed you a cup of tea, not filled very high for fear of you spilling, and carefully sat down next to you with a worried expression.
"I'm fiiiiine, Steven, don't worry"
"Well, I am going to worry, because last time you held a mug it ended with you screaming and bleeding all the way to A&E, so I think I have the right to be a little worried, don't you think?" But there was no real bite to his comment. It had been scary for him too, to run out the bathroom in a towel to see you bloodying up the kitchen sink after shouting. Yeah, it sucked.
"Can I at least have my phone? I don't need my other fingers for that!"
"Right, and I supposed you're going to just hold the phone up with magic? I don't think so, Doctor said no pressure until tomorrow at least."
You grown, sliding down on the couch dramatically, enough to make Steven panic reach for your mug, fearing it would spill all over, only to find it's empty.
Finally smiling and relaxing, Steven smacks your feet that you've taken it upon yourself to plop on him.
"OW!! Great, now my toes are broke too!"
"You're being a baby"
"Oh I'm being a baby am I? You're the one babying me!"
"That's right, and I'm going to keep babying you until you feel better. Now, if I massage your feet, will you stop wining about broken toes?"
You pretend to consider the deal, tapping a bandage-wrapped finger on your chin. "I guess..."
You and Steven settle into comfort reading Pride and Prejudice. Well, Steven is reading it out loud while massaging your feet with a free hand. You, however, are watching Steven. His side profile is something to behold, and even in the shitty light of the attack apartment, you truly just loved looking at his handsome face. After a while, when he stopped massaging you, you lift your foot up too caress his face... with your foot.
"EUGH!" Steven looks at your with shock and disgust, but a laugh bubbling in his throat. "What the hell!"
"I can't help it! You're so handsom I wanna fuck you!"
"And you let me know by sticking your feet in my face?!?!"
"Yeah!"
"Not a chance," He smacks you away, laughing out loud when you tickle his side with your toes now, "Your fingers!"
"Can you at least go down on me?"
Steven arched an eyebrow at that. "Is there a chance in the world you won't try pulling my hair with hurt fingers?"
"Not a chance, baby"
He couldn't help but smile, taking a hurt hand and pressing a kiss to each wounded finger tip. "Just rest love. I promise to make it all up to you when you're better."
You puckered your lips for a kissy kiss, and Steven obliged. "I'm gonna hold you to that."
***
MAN how long has it been since i wrote Steven? probably over a year? Usually when i write moon knight, it's marc!
I'll be writing them all soon, I'm working on an epilouge for Sunshine, Startlight, Sweetheart, Brightside
Other Steven comfort fics in this vein
Been very in my adrian chase era, so be sure to check out my stuff there if you love that boy too!
Anyway, just tagging some people who may be interested, no pressure or anything!!!!
Jake was over and under stimulated at the same time.
The 190 cm man was tied up - his legs were spread apart and tied to the end of the bed, while his hands were tight in front of him and attached to the headboard frame.
"C'mon Jake, you can take it," his wife, F/N cooed with a teasing pout.
Jake was on his third orgasm that night, tears were pouring down his face - he wanted to say something bad, but his mouth had a ball gag in it.
The blond man shook his head, whimpering out loud as dribble ran down his face. F/N held a vibrator on the mercenary's cock, underneath it on the bedsheets was a huge stain of cum where he had previously came.
Jake's muscles tensed up again, eyes rolled to the back of his head.
"Yeah, that's a good fucking boy, Jake, you're so good for me."
F/N set the intensity up by one more, making the mercenary squirm even more. She could tell that he was going to come soon, so she smacked his ass a couple of times to reward him.
"You like that, don't you, you slut?" F/N asked rhetorically, she smirked teasingly, she could see his cock twitch a couple of times before cumming all over his stomach.
The woman laughed at the scene in front of her and turned off the vibrator, "You want to fuck?" she asked softly, rubbing his thigh softly.
Jake let out a moan, nodding with that desperate look in his eyes. F/N smirked, she took off her skirt and panties, leaving her bottomless, hovering over Jake's cock that was starting to get erect again.
His eyes were glued to her - to her lustful eyes, her plush lips, her leather corset that she wore, her black fishnet stockings.
Jake needed to fuck her so bad.
F/N gripped the base of Jake's cock, giving a little squeeze before teasing him over the slit of her cunt.
The man let out a whining moan - he was being teased yet again. He thrashed against the restraints, whimpering at her wetness.
"You want it, baby? Yeah?" F/N asked, dipping the tiniest part of his tip in her cunt.
Jake nodded desperately, tears welling up in his eyes again at the soft and squishy sensation.
Finally, she stopped teasing him and slowly sunk down on him. Jake could have cum from just the tip of his cock penetrating her, but he managed to hold back when she fully sat on his cock, all the way to the base.
F/N let out a small moan, gripping her hands on his thighs, her acrylic nails digging into his thighs.
Jake care about the pain - it was too drowned out by F/N's tight walls that were surrounding his cock.
"Oh fuck, Jake..." F/N whined out, her cunt clenched a couple of times on his cock, trying to get used to the stretch.
Jake mindlessly thrusted up in her softly, but F/N noticed that and slapped his bicep. "Nuh uh, Jake, I get to control the pace and when we fuck. Do that again and I'll get off."
Jake had a slightly panicked look, he shook his head in apology.
After a minute or so, F/N felt ready to move. She placed her hands on her thighs, she started to slowly move up and down, sucking in small bursts of air.
"Fffh fuck, Jake..." F/N moaned out, her eyes were squeezed shut as she bounced faster.
Jake was whimpering and sobbing even more now, he tried hard to not cum, but he could feel it cumming - so did F/N. "Don't- Don't you- fuck- dare cum, Jake."
The man nodded, but he knew that he was going to release soon. F/N knew she was going to cum soon as well and she wanted to cum before him.
Her hands slid down to her clit, she rubbed it harshly, grinding down desperately on her husband before she felt that familiar feeling in her guts.
F/N came all over Jake's cock - he could feel it.
The gushy and wet sensation that was enveloping his cock was a sign for him to cum.
But before he could cum, F/N immediately slid off his cock and squeezed the base of his cock. "N- No, you don't get to cum this time," F/N panted out, she shook her head and got up.
Jake's eyes were wide, a muffled 'no!' came out of his mouth from behind the gag. His hips were twitching, eyes still wide as he saw F/N getting changed.
The woman walked over to Jake and pouted, "Baby, you were going to cum, I could feel it. Now, you gotta sit here for ten minutes and reflect, okay?"
The mercenary whined, but nodded anyway - it was just so unfair!
Ten minutes passed painfully, just the feeling of the cool air on his cock was too much for him, but he made it.
While he was tied to the bed, he could hear F/N running a bath - presumably for him. She walked back into the room and smiled, she undid the restraints around him and took off the ball gag in his mouth.
"Good job, Jake, you did really well," she whispered holding her husband close to her.
Jake let out small pants, hugging her back as she pulled him slowly to his knees.
"The bath is for you dear, then we can have hot chocolate, 'kay? You did really good tonight for me," F/N kissed the taller man's cheek, making him blush slightly.
"Thank you, dear..." Jake mumbled, holding her hand as they retreated to the bathroom together.
I WAS RIGHT I WAS RIGHT I WAS RIGHT I’VE GOT MY PERIODS BACK for one time but one time is better than zero i guess??? Now i’ll be trying to balance this shit - to have these periods for three months at least by eating well but not to gain 20 kg back (it’s pretty easy with my good appetite and it’s not a coquetry I tell you)
Despite Bucky’s presence, you’re the team’s grumpiest member. Bob, team sunshine, against all odds, still falls for you, and is too shy to admit it until your fellow teammates tease him into doing so.
𝐈𝐈. 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 !
After kissing Bob (and then telling him that he talks too much immediately after), you find that you don’t know how to further your blossoming relationship. Bob, as optimistic and as patient as ever, doesn’t mind. You just being there and feeling something is enough.
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