Random oneshots :)

83-christoph waltz x reader [drabble]

*its movember once again*

*for those of you who dont know, Movember is an annual event involving the growing of moustaches during the month of November to raise awareness of men's health issues, such as prostate cancer, testicular cancer, and men's suicide.

and our cutie christoph waltz is their ammbassador :) *

*non sexual nudty*
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christoph is a very deep sleeper, while you were a lighter sleeper.

so when the sudden wind and the rain starts to pour outside, your eyes slowly open to look towards the window, seeing brightening skies and rain drops falling.

a smile grows on your face. what better feeling is there beside being inside, in your warm bed, hugged by your partner and outside is cold and rainy.

you can feel christophs hands around your waist, big palm on your stomach and the other holding your shoulder delicatly. he has such big hands, and you can feel his breath on your shoulder.

his body is so warm, you can feel his leg skin to skin with your leg, so warm and comfortable. hes a big man.

you take a deep breath and give out a cough, and christophs hand moves from your shoulder, gently gliding to your chest and laying comforatbly again, still deep asleep.

wonder what hes dreaming about, what hes thinking about, while he sleeps so comfortably behind you.

how did i win him? how could i ever get myself to be wrapped up in the most beautiful man alive?

you take his hand, gently rubbing your fingers on his and raising it to your face, gently kissing his fingers. you already know hes not waking up from it.

hes such a gentle and loving man, and while you may not always believe it, hes so cuddly. he loves laying in bed with you, and he loves holding you. he loves having you close to him, he loves knowing that you are right there.

he loves touching you.

you cant say you dont love it.

hes such a tender man, and not everyone at this time is like him. he kisses you and holds you and tells you how much he loves you, and he doesnt try to look hard to get or be tough.

he acts like a man.

he acts like a gentleman.

he cries if he feels like it, but in all honesty, he doesnt feel much timew to cry. but when he does, it doesnt take away from his masulinity or anything. hes as 'manly' as it gets.

you start to turn over until you get face to face with him, his hand now hanging off your back.

his face is calm and not a single muscle on his face is tense, and his lips are lightly parted, cheek squished a little on the pillow.

you suck in your lips from seeing how cute he looks like this.

one hand settles on his chest very gently as you smile at him, how beautiful he looks like this.

the rain outside picks up again, and a as shiver goes through your body, you feel again the warmth of his body warming you up so perfectly.

you raise your hand from his chest to his cheek, rubbing your thumb on his cheek gently, moving his hair back a little, a smile not falling from your face.

probably, by now, he begins to wake up, with his eyebrows raising and taking a deep breath.

smile becoming bigger, you lean closer and start to plant kisses on his cheeks, his nose and his forehead, leaning more and more into him until you feel his hands gliding up your hips to the dips of your waist, and pulls you onto him.

straddling him, your hands on either side of him, you keep your kissing assult on his face, faster and more tender now, as he settles your ass down on his stomach, holding your hips and waist as he feels your lips on his face.

finally, you kiss the edge of his mouth and finally, finally! get to his lips, kissing him soft, gentle kisses on his soft lips.

his hand comes up and holds onto thr back of your hair, keeping you on his lips as long as he can, returning your kisses with gentle kisses back, lips moving perfectly with yours and his tongue brushing yours gently.

you finally pull away to look at his face, but his eyes are still closed. you give out a giggle and kiss him again.

"good morning" you whisper into his lips.

"good morning love" hes still not opening his eyes, just smiling and rubbing his hand on your skin.

"you look so so good" he again pulls you down for a kiss that escalates to 5 more, until you break away and lay your cheek on his shoulder, your face in the crook of his neck, lips on his jaw and chin.

"do you know what day it is today?" you sudennly ask, and he finally opens one eye, looking at you suspicously, scared that he forgot something.

but you give a laugh, and again kiss him.

"what day is it love?" he asks, hoping be didnt forget anything special. you can feel his heart with your hand on his chest.

"its the first... of november" you say slowly, smiling up at him excitedly.

"oh, yes it is" he smiles, looking out the window at the rain.

"its... the first day of movember" you comment again, and he chuckles.

"yes it is. are you going to grow your moustache?" he asks with a smirk, and you shove his shoulder gently as he laughs.

"i wanna see yours, that is" you add, biting your lip and feeling yourself becoming red.

"oh, is that so?" he smirks, rubbing his palms along your body, "you like when i grow my moustache?" he asks.

"oh, i love it" you kiss him again to cover your red face.

"fits me?" he asks.

"christoph, you look so hot with a moustache, i love it" you add.

he laughs and kisses you again, "well, i guess i should keep it longer then" he says.

"oh, yes please"

***

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