Russia X Reader Stroke my HairMore Like This
Russia X Reader Stroke my Hair
A tall man lay in his bead. His body covered by tan pyjamas. His platinum blond hair neatly brushed and his violet eyes staring at the ceiling. His eyes felt tired and heavy yet he couldn’t sleep. He heard the door creak and he turned to see a woman with neatly brushed (hair/length) (hair/color) enter the room. Her silver night gown shone in the moonlight and her (eye/color) filled with worry.
“Ivan what’s wrong” she asked
“Don’t worry (Name), I'm just having trouble sleeping” Ivan replied
(Name) walked over to the bed.
“May I join you” she asked
“Sure” Ivan said before moving to make room for her. She slid under the cover and lay next to him. She stared at him while he continued to stare at the ceiling. (Name) began stroking his hair. Ivan felt confused but relaxed. It wasn’t long before (Name) heard his soft snoring. She smiled and relaxed she soon fell asleep herself.
The next day
With Sugar On Top (Russia x Reader)More Like This
It is absolutely freezing.
On your way home, you were not expecting a sudden freak snowstorm to drop pretty much on top of you. You hunch into your jacket, wanting to break out into a run to close the distance between you and your lovely warm house, but you don't for fear of slipping and falling on your butt, because that's just the last thing that you need. Your jacket is doing little to provide you with adequate protection from the biting chill. You really have to stop being so optimistic just because you've started seeing the slow emergence of spring flowers- it's still technically winter, and it seems like Mother Nature is only too willing to remind you of that fact.
You fold your arms over your chest and slowly exhale, a cloud of vapor gathering in front of your slowly-reddening nose as you do so. You have to settle for trudging- a fine dusting of snow is fluttering down onto the ground, and although the white gets promptly swallowed up by the wet concrete, more of its bret
Neko! Russia X Reader- My Big Furry Cuddle BuddyMore Like This
It was cold, so very, very cold.
Of course, you were used to the cold. You grew up in the cold, so this was normal for you. With a shiver, you continued your walk down the icy sidewalk. You wished you weren't alone in the winter. All of your friends had a boyfriend or girlfriend to cuddle with when the nights got cold. All you had was a blanket and (Fav hot beverage). Even though you liked to sit in your recliner with a warm quilt and sip your beverage, you still wished you wouldn't be all alone in your rather spacious house. Your mind started to wander, drifting into a rather pleasant daydream where you imagined yourself cuddling with the man of your dreams, his arms around you and your head resting on his chest. You hummed slightly in contentment, forgetting you were outside on the street. You snapped out of confusion as a sharp wind- colder than the rest- howled as it whipped snow around, making you shut your eyes tightly.
Prussia x Reader: ShowerShowerMore Like This
You yawned hugely, stretching, your long pj sleeves falling over your arms. You glanced up as you felt a rustling in your (h/c) hair, but as if you could even see the top of your head! You giggled as Gilbird gave a few of his cute chirps, and searched for his head with your index finger, attempting to give his morning pat. He chirped again, flying off your head to land on the doorknob. You staggered to your feet, scratching your eyes with the back of your sleeved hand. You glanced at your hand curiously. You’d worn the gift your roommate had given you—apparently with Gilbird as a pattern—the previous night, and you facepalmed. Typical Prussia.
Slipping on your fluffy slippers, you trudged down the hallway. Pushing on the door to your right, you find it closed.
"Gilbert!" you yelled. “Get out of the shower!”
"Oi! I got in here first, fraulein! " he replied. "Wait, man! Gott!"
Facepalming as he sung off-key again, you went to grab