#IM PATTING YOU AND TUCKING YOU INTO BED SO GENTLY!!!!!
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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 7 months ago
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ARI THE BINGO THING IS SO CUTE?? if you’re still doing them can you do one for me :33
RHEYAAAA MY BELOVED :3333 here is a big cup of warm tea for you … pls have a seat 🍵 I AMMM STILL DOING THEM here is yours hehe!!!
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fujoshirat · 25 days ago
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₊˚⊹♡ Children Guide! ₊˚⊹♡
Haru and Aki - 9 years old (twin boys)
Yuu (Yuuri) and Yue (Yueru) - 7 years old (twins, male and female)
Hana - 5 years old female
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Shouto does not cry often.
Ever since you've known him, even as a high school teenager at U.A., you had hardly seen him cry.
He cried after defeating Dabi.
He cried at graduation, worried that he would never see you again.
He cried at your wedding.
And he cried every time he held a new bundle of joy in his arms.
You and Shouto have five beautiful children. Two sets of twins and a daughter. Out of all of your children, Hana was the most sensitive. Practically a carbon copy of you (a miracle because all of your other children looked like your husband), the five-year-old inherited your empathy and sensitivity. She was the sweetest one with the biggest heart but when she cried, it seemed like it would never end.
As the youngest, especially the youngest daughter who just so happened to look a little too much like you, Shouto was wrapped around her little finger. Sure, your other daughter Yue loved attention from her father, but she preferred showing off how "cool" she was to her uncles (Shouto was and is still very worried about how she'll grow up in the future if she keeps hanging around with Katsuki, but oh well).
Every night, after dinner, Shouto carries Hana up the stairs of the traditional yet modern Japanese family home and helps her get ready for bed.
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One night, while reading a book in bed, you hear the door open as usual. Not bothering to look up, you continue reading.
"Are all of the children in bed already?"
You wait for a response, but nothing comes out of his mouth. Your ears perk up at the sound of shuffling, and you look towards your husband.
"Shouto? What's wrong?"
He looks at you with a pout on his face, his teeth biting his bottom lip. You quickly put the book down and quirk a brow.
"Baby?"
Shouto just sighs and gets into bed. He tucks his head into the crook of your neck, his short hair (shorter than it was in high school) tickling your chin.
Suddenly, you hear the faintest sniffle and feel something wet on your collarbone.
Just like that, Shouto erupts into tears. After a few minutes, the top of your nightgown is soaked and the fabric is bunched up in his hands.
"Shouto, baby, talk to me please. What's wrong, my love?"
You gently cup his face in your hands and tilt his head up to face you. Did something bad happen at work? Is his family alright? He cheeks are stained with tears and his eyes are red. Your husband sighs.
"I failed as a father."
What??? You stare at him in disbelief and shake your head. "Shou, honey, you did not fail as a father and you will not fail as a father. We talked about this before having children. Yo-"
"Hana doesn't want me to carry her upstairs anymore!!"
Your jaw drops as he continues quiet-sobbing in your chest. That was what he was moping about? Your hand gently pats his back, and you have to tilt your head up to stifle a laugh.
"Shou, you're sad about that? Why?"
He looks up at you with an unamused expression, face still adorned with a pout. "Hana doesn't want me anymore."
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After finishing her dinner, Hana clumsily puts her plastic utensils on her plate.
"Hana-chan," you called out while washing dishes, "go get ready for bed, okay?"
"Okay mama!" Taking that as his usual call, Shouto gets up from the couch and walks over to his youngest, whom is already at the stairs. He begins reaching out for her to pick her up.
"Hana, are you ready to-" "Papa, Hana is a big girl now! I wan' to go up by myshelf!" The little girl slips out of his embrace and climbs up the stairs, leaving Shouto slack-jawed and flabbergasted.
"A-ah... alright darling, I'm coming..."
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"Babe, you're still her father. She's five! Maybe she wants to be a little independent like Yue." Shouto grimaces at the comment. Another female Katsuki Bakugou running around in the household? No thank yue (get it? hahahah/j ok nvm im not funny ig).
You kiss his forehead tenderly and look him in the eyes. "Our children won't stay children forever, okay? Hana must grow up sometime, and we felt this way when all of the twins began becoming independent. But just because they are growing up doesn't mean that they don't want us anymore. I still care for my parents and you still care for yours." His heterochromatic eyes gazed at yours, mesmerized and captivated by your beauty and words. Finally, he lets out a quiet sigh and hugs you.
"You are right. Thank you, my love."
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"Bye darling! Have a good day!" Reaching up on your tiptoes while your unfairly tall husband reaches down to meet you halfway, you tenderly kiss him on the lips before he leaves for work. The Haru and Aki fake-gag at the display of affection, making you chuckle in response. Closing the door, you shift your attention to your youngest, busy eating apple slices. You could tell that Shouto was still a little upset about the day before, but he managed to hide it well. You shook your head and went to the kitchen window to water your hydrangea bushes when suddenly you got an idea.
"Yuuri! Yueru! Could you two come here for a second please?"
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"I'm home."
"Papa!!"
As Shouto closed the door, your children rushed to him like a wild herd. A chorus of "Papa!"s and "Guess what!"s filled the room, making Shouto laugh.
"Now, now, one at a time. I missed you all." He picks up Yue as she excitedly rambles about her day. "Papa! Guess what! Mama let all of us take Hana to the park!"
"Oh wow, really? Did you have fun?"
"Mhm! We played tag and ate dango after!" In the corner of his vision, he sees you walk into the living room with the same, breathtaking smile that you always greet him with. Putting his chatty daughter back down, his hands find your waist while his lips press against your forehead.
"Welcome home, my love. Sorry, I was finishing up something."
"You don't need to apologize, darling. Thank you." Taking his hand, you lead him to the dining table. "All of the children except Hana already ate, so you can eat." You turn to look at your youngest, who surprisingly finished her food already.
"Oh? Are you finished, Hana-chan?" The little girl nods tiredly, her chubby cherub cheeks puffed out slightly. Shouto's heart clenches at the sight, but he can't help but notice a subtle shift in your expression, the slight upward quirk of your kissable lips. He watches you approach the five-year-old and help her out of her chair.
"Aw, you don't want some of the cookies we baked two days ago?"
"No mama, Hana's too tired." You giggle softly at your daughter's cute expression and nods. "Alright baby, thank you for finishing your dinner. You made mama and papa very happy." Both you and your husband watch her give you another sleepy nod as she looks up at Shouto.
"Papa, I'm ready for bed." Shouto hesitantly walks closer to his daughter, worried that she'll do the same thing again and reject him.
However, Hana just looks at him with sleepy doe eyes and arms outstretched to him. Her little body stays planted to the ground.
"Papa, I'm waiting. You're s'pposed to carry Hana."
You mentally facepalm at the sassy response and third person referencing while speaking, no doubt one of her classmates taught her that at kindergarten, though you suppose that you can let it slide just this once when you see Shouto visibly tear up. He not-so-subtly brings his left hand up to cover his eyes as his right hand gently picks up Hana as if she were made of glass. As his little princess wraps her arms around his neck and rests her head on his shoulder, he chokes on his words.
"Ah, yes my darling, Papa will always carry you."
You watch your husband walk up the stairs with your youngest, tears spilling from your own eyes.
Well done, (Y/N). Well done.
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The next morning, Shouto appears to have gotten a week's worth of sleep in one night. Extra excited and happy (and clingy), he wouldn't keep his hands off of you. As he put on his boots, however, he hears faint giggling coming from the kitchen. Quietly, he walks to the open archway connecting the kitchen and rest of the house. There, he sees both sets of twins, Haru and Aki and Yuuri and Yueru, as well as you opening your reusable grocery bag and pulling out two chocolate bars. While giving it to the twins, Yue lets out a loud cheer, Aki kicking her shin and shushing her. He observes his pretty wife as she lets out a quiet laugh. "Thank you, my darlings. You really made your father happy."
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"Yes mama?" The twins say in unison. Your eyes sparkle with a glint of mischief as you lean in close to whisper something.
"I need you to drain Hana-chan's energy today so that she is very sleepy after dinner. I'll give you both a bar of your favorite chocolate if you do this successfully."
Yue, ever the overenergetic twin (who really is just hungry for chocolate), excitedly waves her hand around. "Ooh! Ooh! I know! We'll take her to the park to play tag!"
"Excellent idea!" You clap your hands in agreement and look at Yuu. "Yuuri, darling, could you ask your elder brothers if they would also like to join in?" The more sedate twin nods and starts walking to his elder siblings.
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A/N: Guess who's back from exhaustion and the dead (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) I cannot believe I have been inactive for almost two months and I apologize ToT Hopefully this short fic of mine will make up for the lost time! This idea was hilarious and super fun to write!! I hope that you enjoyed and that it wasn't too hard to follow. I love writing for Shouto I just love that fine-ahh man, so this was super self-indulgent.
October was a mess for me, both physically and mentally. Hopefully by the middle of November will I be less busy. Thank you, readers, for bearing with me and my inactivity, and I hope that you continue enjoying all of my works ♡♡♡
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cupcaketeddybehr · 3 months ago
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taking care of you in the hospital (pt. 1/?)
featuring: geto and nanami!! if you'd like a part 2/other characters, please let me know!! im very very happy to grant requests :)
for anyone who has a request/just wants to chat, my ask box is open!! (please please please please send me requests)
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Suguru
suguru rakes his hands through your hair as you lean against the cold porcelain tub at the hospital. “i’m sorry, sweetheart” he says for the millionth time as he combs through the millionth knot.
you close your eyes, enjoying the feeling of your boyfriend playing with your hair, “it doesn’t hurt, sugu”
he hums, “tell me if it does”
you nod, hearing the pump of the shampoo bottle and feeling his long fingers massage your scalp.
you peek one eye open to look at the brand of the hospital shampoo bottle. for some reason, it feels so much more expensive than a hospital amenity. it’s at the opposite end of the tub, pump locked and untouched. you’re sure you can see the plastic wrapping still around it.
suguru laughs, knowing exactly what you’re looking at, “i brought the shampoo you like from home, sweetheart. you can’t have those gross parabens and sulfates in your hair.”
you giggle, “you’re funny, sugu”
you hear his lips form a smile, “i’m glad you think so, baby.”
after conditioning your hair and washing your body gently, suguru plugs in the blow dryer.
“we can just wait for it to air-dry” you suggest.
“it’s almost eleven, baby, you need to sleep.” he turns on the blow dryer and adds, “you can’t sleep with wet hair, you’ll get sick.” he waves it around his hand a bit, making sure it’s on the correct power level. “also, i’m gonna use the cold setting so it doesn’t cause damage”
“okay”
he parts your hair carefully, blow drying every little section. when he’s done, he separates the top part of your hair into three parts. “what do you want, sweetheart? dutch or french?”
“french, please”
“you got it” he replies, crossing the strands over each other as he makes his way down to your neck. he ties off the braid with a pink ribbon and drains the hot water from the tub. he picks you up, lifts you on the bed, and begins rummaging through your pajama drawer. “how about this one?”
after you nod, he gently puts the shirt over your head.
“sugu, i can dress myself”
he shakes his head.
“i really can, baby, it’s okay.”
after he gets the shirt over your head and arms, he pulls it down, refusing to meet your eyes. “i feel helpless” he mumbles, “there’s nothing i can do to help besides this”
you stroke his cheek, “you’re helping me more than you know.”
he smiles, but it’s not really there. he’s more worried than anything. “just let me know whatever you need, and i’ll get it for you, okay?”
“okay” you say as he tucks you into bed. he walks around, making sure that all corners are ninety degrees and that theres zero chance of the blanket falling off. he takes a seat in the chair beside you and plays with a strand of hair that’s escaped from your braid.
“are you hungry? thirsty? do you want anything?”
you shake your head, “all i need is right here.”
he smiles, squeezing your hand.
you reach up, untie his long black hair from the bun it was in, and rake your hands through it. “lay your head here” you say, patting your stomach.
when he does, you massage his head and play with the tips of his hair.
“i love you, y/n”
“i love you too, sugu”
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Nanami
nanami has slept in a chair next to your hospital bed every night since you were admitted. he always combs through your hair as you close your eyes, softly humming the tune of your favorite song. he never fails to come right after work, sometimes bringing your favorite pastry with him. today was no different.
“hi honey!” he greets, walking through the door with a brown paper bag and coffee cup in his hands. he set them down on the table next to you. “i got you dinner and some tea to help you sleep”
you smile and thank him, “ken, you don’t need to do this every day… but thank you”
he shakes his head, “hospital food is disgusting”
you reach your arms out to hug him as he bends down to meet you halfway. you notice that he hasn’t even gotten the chance to change out of his work clothes, his button down shirt and tie pressing up against your chin.
“are you going back to work?”
“of course not darling, i brought my pajamas” he says as he rummages through his work bag for his glasses and clothes.
you frown, feeling guilty that he’s spending his nights in a clorox-smelling, un-homey hospital room. “you should sleep at home” you mumble, even though you don’t really want him to.
he pauses and turns to look at you, “whatever you go through we go through together”
“i feel bad”
“you would do the same thing for me, would you not?”
“i would” you sigh.
he nods, “exactly. now hold up your phone so i can take my contacts off” he says.
after washing his hands, he uses your phone as a mirror to pull his contacts off of his eyes. he replaces them with his glasses, which you love. you think he looks more relaxed this way.
he leans down so you can unbutton his shirt. before you were admitted into the hospital, you did this every night. having continued this routine in the hospital too, you appreciate how he’s done his best to keep most things in your life normal.
eventually, he’s out of his work clothes and in his grey shirt and long flannel pants. he shuffles around the hospital room in his slippers, getting you a fork and spoon to eat your pasta and soup.
he sits down in the chair next to you and spoon feeds you the meal he brought. while you chew, he tells you about his day.
“darling, they’ve been trying to get me to work overtime, isn’t that ridiculous?”
you pause, mid-bite, looking at him with wide eyes.
he laughs, “of course i said no, you’re in the hospital. i just can’t believe the higher-ups could be that inconsiderate.”
“do you think they’ll be nice enough for you to take a week off for when we go to malaysia?”
“if they don’t let me, i’ll quit” he says as he feeds you another spoon of soup.
“wait-ken, did you eat?”
nanami nods, “i ate before i got here”
“next time you should save your food so we can eat together!”
he smiles, “okay, my love. i was just eating before so i could give you my full attention”
you shake your head vigorously as you look down at your hands, “honestly, sometimes i feel guilty because you spend all your time looking after me… if we ate together i think that would help me feel like less of a burden.”
nanami looks at you, concerned, “honey… you’ll never be a burden to me. i meant what i said before, we do everything together, okay? you’re never alone. i promise” he takes a moment to brush back your hair, “but if that would help, i’ll start bringing my food”
you look at him, tears starting to well, “okay, thanks honey”
he feeds you the last spoon as he kisses your forehead, “of course, my love”
soon, you start to doze off. as usual, nanami’s head rests on your shoulder, his thumb rubbing yours as you both drift away into sleepyland.
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ruified · 10 months ago
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❝ home 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 ˎˊ˗
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warnings: fluff, slight implied angst for oda (IM SORRY 😭), gn! reader . characters: dazai, kunikida, and oda . synopsis: your lover comes home late to find you sleeping already . a/n: this is the first time i’ve written something like this for oda which is surprising bc i love him sm 🫶 .
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DAZAI fumbled with his keys outside the door to the apartment before finally getting to the right key. He unlocked the door and swung it open dramatically. “Honey, I’m home!” He sang out, expecting that you would call back to him, but he heard nothing.
He blinked away his confusion and looked around the living room from the door, nothing looked oddly out of place or suspicious aside from your absence. He quietly hung up his coat and removed his shoes before he walked inside. He swiftly made his way to the bedroom and opened the door, making not a sound. To his pleasure, he found you sprawled out across the bed, phone still in your hand, mouth slightly ajar.
Dazai came to stand beside the bed and leaned over you, he pressed a gentle, lingering kiss to your forehead which caused you to stir. You hummed drowsily and opened your eyes about halfway, just enough to see your lover staring down at you. You were far too tired to even attempt to fight back the smile that pulled up your lips when you saw him.
“Is that prince charming coming to wake me from my slumber?” You mumbled and reached out towards him, your hand cupped his cheek gently. He chuckled quietly and shook his head. “I suppose that would mean I’m your true love or something like that, right?” You nodded with a blissful smile, your hand slid down his arm to meet his hand, interlocking your fingers. “Mm… yeah, it would, I’m so lucky…”
Slowly, you tugged him towards the bed, not too forcefully though. When he didn’t come closer, you groaned in protest, causing him to laugh once again. “I have to get changed before I come to bed with you. I really can’t sleep in my work clothes.” He explained in a gentle tone, resting his palm on your forehead. His entire demeanor was soft and warm, it was hard to tell if maybe it seemed this way because you were still half asleep anyways.
“You gotta come to bed soon…” You mumbled at him. Dazai nodded. “I will, my dear, just wait for me here.”
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KUNIKIDA came home looking stressed and exhausted. He set his things down halfheartedly and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. After recollecting himself, he scanned the living room and registered your absence. He made his way to the bedroom and entered, finding you tucked into bed already. He couldn’t help but smile at how peaceful you looked. He turned on one of the bedside lamps and sat on the edge of the bed, beginning to undress himself to change into his sleepwear.
Feeling something weigh down the bed, you began to stir with a groan. You rolled over and reached out slowly towards the blonde. “Kunikida… you’re home…” His head swiveled around and he gave you a nod. “Yes, sorry I’m late,” He sighed, “I had a lot of paperwork to do because we just wrapped up a big case.” You hummed pleasantly and crawled towards him, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Well, you’re home now, come rest with me.”
Kunikida looked down at you as you rested against his side, putting your weight on him. He sighed softly and placed his hand atop your head gently. “I will soon, I have to change and eat. Did you eat already?” You nodded. “I made dinner and set some aside for you.”
With that, he stood up and started to leave until you grabbed his wrist. You looked up at him drowsily with a frown. “You’ll be back soon, right?” He patted your hand reassuringly and nodded. “Of course, it’s nearing the time in which I’m supposed to sleep anyways, I won’t be long.”
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ODA’s jobs are always fairly unpredictable, he’s normally stuck doing obscure tasks assigned to him because he’s at the very bottom of the pecking order. In other words, it’s not completely out of the question that he gets home at varying times depending on the job. Tonight just happened to be a time in which he gets home late. When he got home, he happily found a plate of curry on rice already set aside for him. Of course, he went straight for that first, he figured you were in the bedroom anyways and he didn’t want his food to get even colder.
After finishing his meal, he washed his plate and left it to dry before going to get himself ready for bed. He used the bathroom before finally going to the bedroom, only to find you fast asleep already. Oda leaned over and kissed your temple, brushing your hair out of the way gently. You started to stir with a hum and a smile on your lips. You slowly opened your eyes and blinked away slumber, clearing your vision enough to see your lover.
Your smile widened and you reached out steadily to cup his stubbled cheek. “You’re home.” You muttered drowsily. Oda nodded and reached up to hold the hand on his face. “I’m home. I already ate, thank you for the food. I just came to get into bed.” You nodded and scooted over to make more room for him to lie down.
The two of you laid facing each other, you nestled up against him promptly, following a sort of routine. “Hard job today?” You piped up. He shrugged. “Just took a while, nothing major.” You nuzzled your face further into his chest with a content sigh. “Well, I’m glad you’re back.”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
You laughed. He had a point, he knew how to handle himself already. Sometimes you did worry that he wouldn’t come back, especially considering his rank, but you trusted him—trusted his judgment. You held him close as you fell asleep, embracing his warmth and listening to the steady beating of his heart.
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tags: @pockystixxs
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woso-lover234 · 6 months ago
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Mapi and ingrid x (child) reader- nightmares
"mami, mama" you said peaking out from your hiding place behind the hallway wall as Ingrid and mapi turn from where they were facing the tv to look at you.
"What are you still doing up bebita?" Mapi asked opening her arms for you to run into which you did without hesitation.
"Bad dream" you mumbled into her neck as her and Ingrid sighed, this had been a regular occurrence recently. Eventually you fell asleep in mapis arms as they decided it would just be easier for you to sleep in their bed with them so they would at least get a full night of sleeping though with a few kicks and hits here and there from you in your sleep but they would deal with that if it mean you wouldn't come up to them in the middle of the night bawling your eyes out when they had training the next day. They had made the mistake of taking you back to your room which resulted in you coming back and they decided after not having slept well the past few days they would make it easier on themselves.
When you woke up for training the next day you were still groggy and tired so mama decided they would keep you in your pyjamas which was your mamas jersey and mamis shorts which meant you could sleep sometime at training. Your mami and you usually hung out in the gym while she did her exercises for her knee but today she took you out to the field.
Barca Instagram were filming your mami as it was her first training after returning from injury. She was walking to the pitch with you next to her, your right arm holding her leg with one hand while the thumb of your other hand was in your mouth even though your dummy was clipped to your shirt. You had your blankie tucked under your left arm as you kept as close to her as possible as you were using her for balance.
"Hey bebita" patri and pina cooed at you as you shoved your head into your mamis leg as she groaned feeling your slobbery thumb on her calf as Ingrid laughed slightly
"She's a bit tired aren't you bebita" she said as you nodded against her leg and she ran her fingers through your hair which made your body sag more into her which didn't go unnoticed by the defender "I think it's nap time" she said as she picked you up but you shook your head
"No nap" you said but she nodded and put your dummy in your mouth which you tried to spit out but your mami held it gently in your mouth as you begrudgingly accepted it and she kissed you on the forehead in approval
"Ok no nap but how about you go sit with jana and give her big cuddles because she's still hurt" she said and you nodded as she led you over to where jana was watching on the bench
"Hola my favourite bebita" Jana cooed as you got transferred into her arms as you just sagged into her "is it nap time for little bebitas?" Jana asked which made you shake your head against her chest
"You need cuddles to get better" you murmured with your dummy half in your mouth so Jana only caught half of what you said
"Oh of course im so silly" Jana giggled as you just nodded and started nodding off as Jana threw a thumbs up at mapi and Ingrid who mouthed back a thank you
After a long fight and Jana gently running her finger from in between your eyebrows to your nose a few times you were asleep so Jana gently placed your blank or over your eyes even though you were still gripping onto it, it was big enough to still cover them. You were finally asleep. But not for long as after 30 short minutes you woke up and began screaming and crying which caught the attention of your mani and mama who came running over along with your tía ale, your other favourites pina and Patri and the rest of the team. Mama took you into her arms and began shushing you as you babbled incoherently about what happened in your nightmare though no one could understand so they were still confused on what happened. Ingrid gently pulled your dummy out of your mouth as she gently patted your bum to soothe you
"can you use your big girl words and tell us what happened?" Ingrid asked gently as you nodded and she wiped away your slowing tears
"Big big monster" you started as you used your hands and opened them as wide as you could "and it are you and mami and tía ale and Jana and Bruna and pina and Patri and Cata and Salma and oni and-" you started naming the whole team before you cut yourself off and shoved your face into your mamis neck and sobbing again as your mums and the rest of the team frowned but their hearts also swooned at how sad you were that they got eaten
"It's okay there's no monsters here" mama cooed to you as mami rubbed your back "and look everyone is here and safe" mama said lifting you slightly and showing you everyone that had gathered around
"Where's oni?" You asked after doing a checklist of everyone and not seeing her "and and baby mateo" you said and your mums saw how you were getting stressed
"Onas in recovery do you wanna go see her and im sure Irene could phone mateo for you" mami said glancing at Irene who nodded and pulled her phone out her pocket
"Wanna see oni" you said as you dropped your head onto your mamas shoulder as she and mami walked with you to the recovery room
"Look there's oni" mami said as soon as the three of you walked into the room which caught onas attention
"Hey bebita, have you been crying?" She said walking over to you as you just nodded and reached out your hands to make sure she was real as she accepted you. You touched her face, squeezing her cheeks and poking her nose which made you giggle slightly before determining she was ok as you have her a sloppy kiss before your mami took you this time and you waved bye to Ona as you left.
"Hey I have Lucia on FaceTime with mateo whenever you guys are ready" Irene informed your mums as you walked up to her and she handed the phone to mama
"Mateo?" You whispered before his face popped up on the screen and he waved "your ok?" You asked and he nodded "no monster bites?" You asked as he shook his head and you nodded "ok" you sighed, relieved as mateo was one of your best friends to play with when he came to training
"No monsters" he reiterated as you nodded again before waving bye to him and his other mami.
"You feeling better bebita?" Mami asked and you nodded as she kissed your forehead and mama handed Irene back her phone
"Who do you want cuddles with for the rest of training?" Mama asked as you thought for a minute before deciding you wanted cuddles with Vicky who was your newest best friend and you wanted to show her that you loved having her here
"Vicky" you said as mama nodded and went to ask the young player who a few seconds later came bounding over as you scrambled to get out of your mamis arms and into Vicky's. You instantly relaxed into her and she relaxed knowing you were as she wasn't very well trained in holding babies but you seemed fine so she didn't think she was that bad.
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gyubeom · 5 months ago
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Come home to me
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Pairing: Idol/Bf!Beomgyu x Gf!Reader
Genre: fluff
Warning: Use of the pet names babe, baby, and honey
a/n: Hi guys Im back with a short fanfic. This is a requested fic btw! Enjoy!
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You were scrolling on tiktok in your pajamas. It was a gloomy afternoon, especially because Beomgyu was on tour. You could only see him on your feed, sure you guys texted, but it isn’t the same as him being here.
You longed for his touched the past month. You wore his hoodie, used his perfume, and did many other things that reminded you of him. After scrolling a bit longer the doorbell rang.
You were iffy on opening it since you didn’t order anything nor have anyone coming over. You approached the door and opened it. When you looked at the person standing in front of you, you were shocked. It was Beomgyu, you hugged him tightly.
“Omg honey I missed you!” you said while nuzzling your face into his chest. You smelt that cozy scent of his, breathing it all in before exhaling through your mouth. He then patted your head and chuckled “I miss you too babe” he said.
“Let’s go inside now hm?” he said while you raised your head to look at him. You nodded as you helped him bring in his luggages. When you guys were done, you sat on the couch and cuddled.
“Did you miss me?” he asked while putting and arm over your shoulder to bring you in. You turned to him “Yes! Omg very much, I almost died” you said over exaggerated. He laughed and pecked your lips before turning to the tv.
“So what movie should we watch?” he asked while scrolling through several genres and movies. “Let’s watch White Chicks! I heard that it’s a funny movie” you said excitedly. “Okay then” he said while putting it on.
You guys laughed throughout the movie and enjoyed it. When the movie ended you felt sleepy, you figured that Beomgyu would be tired too since he just arrived today. “Baby let’s get to bed, I feel sleepy” you said while stretching your arms.
Without a warning he picked you up bridal style. “Omg! Beomgyu” you said laughing. “What? My princess misses me” he said while landing a kiss on your forehead. You chuckled and held on tight as he brought you to the room.
He placed you gently on your side of the bed while pulling the blanket over you. He then tucked himself in on his side of the bed and hugged you from behind. You turned to face him and gave him a long and loving kiss. “Goodnight babe” he said while pulling away “Goodnight Beomgyu” you said while snuggling into him. Not long after you guys fell asleep.
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a/n: Hope you guys liked this! Thank you again for requesting and thanks for reading!
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the-universal-sun · 15 days ago
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fiddleford finding stanley regressed upset about ford PLEASE 🙏
“Oh Captain, My Captain! Where are ya! Good ol’ Fidds’ made some lunch!” Fiddleford called out into the living room where he sat Stanley down in front of the Television with some blocks to keep him occupied while he whipped up a quick lunch. He looks around, the blocks and TV abandoned, Mr Wizard’a World playing softly on the screen. “Stanley?” He calls again, hoping for some sort of noise to alert him to where he’s gone.
Heart beginning to beat faster in his chest, he rushes to check the front door. Closed and locked. He sprints to the back door. Also closed and locked. His heart rate slows down, knowing his boy is still in the house. He goes by the basement door, and sees that it’s still locked. This makes finding him much easier, he doesn’t have to go down there, down to the portal. He heads upstairs to check the bathroom, it’s empty. He checks his and Stan’s room, he’s not on either of their beds, or in the closet. So he didn’t go an get more of his little toys.
“Stanley, hon! Come on out! It’s time for lunch, not hide n’ seek!” He calls out once more, heading towards Ford’s room. He hopes Stan isn’t in there, he knows going there always makes his boy upset, missing his big brother. He hears muffled sobs as he gets closer. He pushes open the cracked door and finds Stan on that ugly blue carpet, wrapped in one of Ford’s sweaters, crying his eyes out. Fiddleford crouches down as he comes closer to Stanley, angling his head down to catch his eyes.
“What’s wrong, Pumpkin Pie? Tell ol’ Fiddlesticks what’s got your eyes so wet, hmm?” He asks gently, already having an inkling on what’s got his boy so down and out. He hopes Stan’s up for talking, but he has a feeling, between his tears and how nonverbal he typically is when feeling small, that it ain’t happening.
He was right, too. Stan takes a heaving breathe, the deep breathe causing him to cough when it gets stuck in his chest. Fiddleford gently pats his back, helping rub the air from inside his chest. He waits until Stan’s stopped coughing, breathing a little more even now. When Stan gathers himself, he just points to the calendar on the wall. He insists on keeping the calendar in Ford’s room up to date so he knows the date when they rescue him from the portal (if they rescue him-no bad Fiddleford!), the date reads June 8th, and circled right under it is June 15…oh. Stan and Ford’s birthday, the first one they’re truly separated for.
“Oh my Honey Bun, I’m so sorry, I haven’t been keeping track of the days, I didn’t realize it was coming up so soon. Oh come here, lovey,” Fiddleford leans Stan on his lap, the man’s frame too burly to hold in his lap without the support of a chair, couch, or bed, “I know, I know, you miss your brother, I miss ‘im too. My little Bookworm. But we won’t forget him, we’ll make a cake for him, and get him some presents too, so he’ll have them when we get him back.” He pets Stan’s head rhythmically, rubbing his fingers down the bridge of his nose, up his cheek, and tucking some long hair behind his ears, trying to calm his tears down.
Fiddleford holds back his tears, he needs to be strong for Stanley, but…but…but he misses his Fordsey, his Chatterbox. He wants to celebrate his boys’ birthday with both of them, to see their joy, to see them okay and playing together all happy and family like. He sniffles, the thoughts getting to him, making his eyes burn. He doesn’t even realize he’s crying until he feels a hand wipe his cheeks. He opens his eyes to see Stan looking up at him, a frown marring his face. Stan sits up and pull Fiddleford down for a hug, rocking the both of them side to side as they cry together. Both missing Stanford Pines.
They sit like that for what feels like hours, just holding each other, consoling the other in the silence of Ford’s room. When Fiddleford feels like he’s got himself a bit more under control, he sits up, a slight blush on his cheeks as he stammers a bit, feeling better but also a tad bit embarrassed that he had to be consoled, he’s the adult right now, he needs to keep his emotions strong and in check in front of Stan, to be brave for him while he’s little. He can’t even do that! What kind of a man are you, Fiddleford-
“Wha-?” He feels Stan grab his hands and pull him up with him. When he gives Stan a questioning look, he points to his stomach and rubs it. Oh, right, it’s lunch time. He made Stan a sandwich with all the fixings, “Right, right. Come along, El Capitan! Your pal, Fidds has whipped you up the best sandwich you’ve ever done had in your life!” He quickly gathers himself, switching gears, and holding Stan’s hands as they leave Ford’s room. He slowly walks down the stairs, looking back to make sure Stan doesn’t trip on a loose board to step on a nail before leading him into the kitchen. He sits his boy down in front of his little plate, the one with playing cards decorating it, with a sippy cup of fruit juice next to it (Stan will pour the whole thing on his face trying to drink it as fast as possible), his sandwich cut into four squares. Fiddleford learned that difference between his twins. Ford likes his sandwiches cut into four triangles when little, Stanley will only eat it if it’s cut into four squares.
He ruffles Stanley’s hair, kissing his head and giving him a soft “thank you” as he goes to sit across from him at his own plate. As he settled down to eat, he feels Stan hands clasp his own, he looks up to see his Pumpkin slowly eating his sandwich. He says nothing, eating his own sandwich with one hand, his sweet boys hand in his other. The rest of the day has the same air as lunch, Stan following him around, holding his hand and cuddling him everytime he sits down. Fiddleford can tell Stan needs him, he’s his safe place from his despair and pain. But Fidds needs his Captain, too, his anchor from his nasty thoughts and grief over Ford, over his memories, and that damn portal.
As Fiddleford and Stanley make a fort to sleep in in the living room, they really need to get one larger bed to sleep in together when needs be (maybe a king for all three of them), Fiddleford resolves to take Stanley shopping for birthday gifts for Ford. He knows it’ll be bittersweet for both of them, but it could also help lessen this pressure they both feel at the thought of missing Ford on his birthday. As he finishes reading Possum Magic, his snuggle bugs favorite book, he looks down and sees Stan’s open mouth, spilling some drool out, and laughs softly. He wraps his arms securely around him, hoping to shield his dreams from any nightmares he may have, and buries his nose into Stan’s hair, smelling his “arctic mountain” shampoo, and wills his own dreams to be good.
And of course they are, how could they not when he’s wrapped around his baby.
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oneofthetorturedpoets · 1 year ago
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Hey idk if you’re still taking requests or not, but if you are could you please write one where Melissa and Reader were in a long term relationship and decided to have kids but after the first couple rounds of IVF doesn’t work, which causes Melissa to overthink and end their relationship. And after a few weeks reader starts to feel sick and finds out she’s pregnant but when she try’s to tell Melissa she finds out she’s blocked so she decides to not to not wanting to mess up Mel’s life. And after a few years they run into each other only Reader has a little red head, you can choose how you want the gaps and the rest to go just please a fluffy ending
not again
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“what ever the stick says, it will be okay” you said, trying to mentally prepare yourself, melissa gently grabs your hand.
“i’m here with you, my love” you turn the test around, looking at the results. ‘negative’ written on the small screen.
“fuck” your heart drops, tears immediately filling up your eyes. melissa takes you in her arms as you fall apart.
“it’s okay, you’re alright” her hand runs down your back at an attempt to sooth you.
-
after hours of crying you finally fell asleep in melissa’s arms, she holds you tight as she silently cries. it’s been almost a year of you guys trying to get pregnant, the ivf treatments are exhausting, the proof is in your eyes. you’ve been obsessing over getting pregnant, trying day in and day out, hoping for something to work. you and melissa haven’t had time for each other, it’s been months since you’ve went on a date, it’s creating a hole in your relationship.
all of this thinking causes melissa to spiral, what if it’s her fault you can’t get pregnant? shes the one who brought up the ivf idea, she’s the one pushing so hard. melissa is already 55, why is a 55 year old trying to have a baby? why is she’s messing with a 20 something year old? you have your whole life ahead of you, what does she give you? melissa starts panicking, she jumps out of bed, wiping her eyes. she grabs a suitcase, stuffing it with all of her clothes and important belongings.
once she’s all pack, she walks over to your side of the bed, staring at you one last time. her hand reaches out tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. she leans down, kissing your lips with as much passion as she can manage. she pulls her wedding ring off, sitting it on the nightstand next to you, walking out of the room, leaving you there alone.
-
your eyes flutter open, the sun beams in your eyes. you roll over, patting the other side of the bed, you feel the cold sheets. you sit up, leaning over to grab your phone, looking at the time ‘8:43’. she shouldn’t have left the house yet.
“melissa?” you call out as you get up. no reply is heard so you make your way to the kitchen “are you here?” you continue through the house until you find a note left on the coffee table in your living room.
‘i’m sorry. i’m sorry i let the insecurities get the best of me. i’m sorry i’m leaving you like this. i’m sorry i couldn’t give you a kid. you are the love of my life, but im not yours, you’re young, you still have your whole life ahead of you. i don’t know how i got so full of myself, thinking we could work. i hope you find someone who is able to give you the life you deserve, im sorry that wasn’t me. i’ll love you forever, y/n/n’
you drop the paper, tears falling down your face as you stand still, in shock of what you just read. you let yourself fall onto the couch, sobbing into your hands.
-
“you’re pregnant!” your doctor says as she moves the screen to show you, your ultrasound. you couldn’t believe what you were hearing.
“w-what?” your heart fills with hope.
“you’re pregnant, the test showed a false negative. congratulations, y/n. you deserve this” she says before leaving you to sit with the news. you pull out your phone, searching up melissa’s contact. your thumb hovers over the call button before pressing it, you hold the phone up to your ear.
“the number you are trying to reach-” the phone calls out, your heart drops once again. you can’t even contain yourself anymore, crying out. how are you supposed to raise a kid on your own?
-
five years later.
you decided to move to back to philly, you never would’ve left if it wasn’t for melissa. walking into your new place, you breathed in the new smell, feeling content with your surroundings.
“where’s my room, mama?” your daughter, ann, asks while pulling on your pant leg.
“come on, i’ll show you!” you pick her up, walking her down the hallway.
-
after unpacking, you and ann were beat. you felt like your back was going to break if you lifted another box.
“can we get ice cream? please?” she pleads, giving you were best puppy dog eyes.
“hmm, i’ll have to think about it” you say jokingly, while tapping your chin.
“mommm” your daughter whines, chuckling slightly.
“alright, we can go. just because you’ve been a huge little helper” you poke her stomach, gently as she giggles and tries to run away from you.
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you open the door for ann, letting her run into the shop. she’s leans onto the glass, looking over each one of them.
“calm down, baby. we aren’t in a rush” you say, picking her up so that she can see the flavors better.
Unbeknownst to you, melissa is sitting at a table. her heart is in her throat, unable to think. she can’t look away from you, was that really you? after all this time, you look different. your hair is darker, your smile lines slightly more visible. you’re much happier.
melissa stares at the kid in your arms, her red hair more vibrant than she’s ever seen. you must have the life she imagined you had.
“melissa?” in the time it took for her to gather her thoughts, you had already saw her. she couldn’t face you, not after how she cowardly left you. melissa was up and out of the store faster than she’s moved in years. unfortunately to her, you were faster, already on her tail.
“melissa! wait!” you call out, trying to sped up “you don’t get to run away this time” you grab her arm, stopping her. she turns around, her eyes meeting yours. her gaze softens, she missed being this close to you.
“i’m sorry, i cant-” you cut her off.
“you left me, in the middle of the night with a fucking note” you say, stepping closer to her.
“language, mama” your daughter says in a stern tone, your head clearing. you step back, away from melissa.
“i’m sorry, honey. it won’t happen again” you kiss her forehead “go back inside and see what flavor you want” you say, setting her on the ground. she runs inside.
“how old is she?” melissa says, her voice cracking slightly.
“four, almost five” you say before taking a deep breath “she’s yours melissa” her eyes widen as she gasps.
“she-she’s mine?” you nod, melissa walks up to the window, watching ann point at the ice cream “what’s her name?” she looks at you.
“ann y/l/n… after you” the guilt builds up in her chest, she left you with a kid to raise by yourself because she was too selfish.
“can i meet her?” she whispers.
“she deserves to know you” you walk inside before her. she lets out a shaky breath, trying to contain herself as she walks inside. the little girl turns to her and smiles at her.
“hi, i’m ann” melissa’s heart melts “who are you?” melissa looks up at you, unsure of what to say.
“baby, this is your other mama, the one i tell you about” the girl gasps.
“really!?” you nod, smiling “i’ve been waiting for you! mama says that you’ve been in outer space, helping the aliens” melissa chuckles.
“yes i have been, they told me to tell you hi” ann jumps into melissa’s arms, hugging her tightly.
“please don’t leave again” she says to her mom. melissa grabs your hand, the spark you always had years ago, came back, shocking you. you smile down at her.
“i never will, hon… not again” she says as she stares at you.
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tastesousweet · 1 year ago
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⭒ vampire love
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chris sturniolo x fem!reader
summary : they were each others’ go-to hookup in highschool, chris is back in town and y/n surprises him at his window. based on “vampire love” by yung bruh.
warnings : basically pure smuttttt :P & they’re both just whiney and horny idk. they get fluffy at the end tho
mickey speaks : uhhhh 1st post & im showing my whorism already !!!! oops
Y/N - 12:56 AM
are u home?
CHRIS
yea i landed this morning
Y/N
u never told me ☹️☹️
CHRIS
i know it was a busy day for me
CHRIS
i’m sorry
Y/N
well wyd right now?
CHRIS
texting u 😘
Y/N
cornball. go back to LA
CHRIS
nah im actually just sitting here watching
family guy in nick’s room
Y/N
tell nick i say hi aw
Y/N
i missed u guys
CHRIS
i missed you bruh
CHRIS
i wanna see u but i don’t want u
leaving the house this late for me
CHRIS
i’ll def come see you tomorrow tho
Y/N
oh??? that’s crazy bc i would get
“come over” texts from u at 3 am
in highschool 😭😭
Y/N
like who am i speaking to rn
CHRIS
a gentleman tf🤦‍♂️🤷‍♂️!!!
message laughed at by Y/N !
౨ৎ
Y/N - 1:23 AM
you still watching tv?
CHRIS
nah i’m in my room now
Y/N
oh ok
Y/N
sooo.
Y/N
i’m at your house????
CHRIS
WHAT
Y/N
window …😊😊
chris immediately shuffles from his bed over to his window, seeing you with your face illuminated by your phone light.
he smiles and goes to text you,
CHRIS
what r u waiting for?? get up here
he looks back to see you roll your eyes in response and begin to move the same ladder you used in highschool over to chris’ window.
chris pries open the window with his bottom lip comfortably tucked in his mouth. he peeks his head out and can’t help but commentate on your situation as you focus heavily on making it up the rickety ladder. “she couldn’t wait twelve hours to see her man, wow. i must be something special, huh?”
you move your focus from your careful footsteps, up to chris, with a smug look and fuckass hat on his head. “maybe she was just a little horny and very bored.”
“she could’ve gone to sleep like someone normal.” he teases more, leaning back as she’s now made it up to his level.
he reaches his hand out and helps her into his room, “does he not want to fuck her or…?” she tilts her head and watches chris close his window.
“shut up,” he laughs a little walking towards her and pulling her into a hug (he makes sure to hold the sides of your bare hips that you purposely have on display, just so you know he saw and he appreciates it) which you embrace deeply. “hottest bitch alive,” he laughs into your hair.
you push him away, laughing at the old inside joke (before anything had happened between the two of you chris took a hit or two from a joint sophomore year of highschool and revealed his attraction to you, declaring you “the hottest bitch alive,” and of course you teased him but none the less took it as a compliment).
he hooks his hand on the waist band of your small shorts before you can get far, pulling you back and laying a soft, short kiss on your lips.
your head is at an angle looking up to him and the corners of your mouth begin to upturn as you chase his initial kiss with another and another, building passion with every connection.
he deepens the kiss while moving backwards towards the black couch at the foot of his bed. upon reaching it you push him gently causing him to fall back onto the plush surface. he draws his hand across his now wet lips as a smirk crosses his face.
chris pats his lap anticipating your willing obedience, only for you to step back and remove your teddy bear slippers you hadn’t gotten the chance to take off yet. he chuckles a little and removes his hat, throwing it behind him onto his bed, and moving his arm to rest behind his head as he lazily watches your every move.
your loose tank top and lack of bra leave little to imagine as you walk back towards him and crawl onto his lap. you try not to let the dopey grin that’s etched on his mouth effect you too much as you move his hands to hold your ass.
he begins to kiss you again, a little harder than before and adding the aspect of his tongue to explore parts of your mouth he hadn’t seen in some time. your hands ghost up his neck and one hand holds there while the other moves to his cheek.
you begin grinding yourself against his lap and he disconnects your lips to hiss at the sensation before kissing up and down your neck slowly.
girl lay yo body down on that fuckin couch
when you begin to moan lowly and grind yourself harder chris lifts you off of his lap and lays you on the couch, now hovering over you.
you’re annoyed by the loss of stimulation and groan, “come backk.” you pull at his white wife beater and chase his lips with your own.
“shhh” he whispers against your pouted lips, dragging himself down to settle on the floor below you, guiding his face between your legs and making them fall on either side of his head.
open up your legs i’m gon’ work my mouth
you whimper and suck your bottom lip in your mouth when he starts to leave kisses and nibbles on your inner thighs. he’s carefully avoiding your clothed center, taking his time loving on you.
“chris,” you let out a breathy whine and reach for his hand, bold enough to place it right at your lower tummy and waistband of your tiny fucking shorts.
chris hums against your center, finally looking up at you with droopy, infatuated eyes. you caress his hand to encourage him to adventure further into your heat.
as much as he loves to tease, his fingers curl and grip the waistband as his fingers dance along the small string of your thong. he smiles at the thought of you putting it on just for him tonight.
“baby, please,” you whine again, louder.
try not to make a sound this my momma house
he kisses the space between your center and thigh, the closest he’s gotten to where you need him most at this point. “shhh, i’ll give you what you want. jus’ gotta be quiet, ‘kay?” he mews before he presses a gentle kiss to your clothed cunt.
you just about sob and fight the urge to push your shorts to the side and force his head down yourself.
he finally sits back on his legs, moving his hands slowly up your legs. “god damn, you’re so precious,” he rasps with a smile as he slowly lowers your shorts down your legs.
“just for you,” you breathe when he’s finally pulls your shorts off and throws them behind him.
“how sweet,” he kisses your ankle before hooking it over his shoulder. chris stares up at you before his eyes flick down to your dripping core, leaving a wet spot at the center of your tiny thong.
he groans at the sight and uses his right hand to pull the cloth to the side as his left hand rubs across your lower stomach leaving butterflies in its path. he moves his index finger through your soaked folds causing you to let out a hushed yet sharp moan.
chris uses your sound of pleasure as encouragement when he dips his tongue into you continuously. when you start to buck into his face he uses his arm to hold your leg (that’s not over his shoulder) down against the couch.
your soft moans are harmonious and you watch as chris closes his eyes and begins to fully enjoy licking at your core. he moves to kiss your thigh again, replacing his mouth with his fingers entering in and out of you slowly. you watch him as he focuses on his fingers’ every move and enjoys his front row viewing of your body’s appreciation of him.
he blissfully lays his cheek on your inner thigh when you bring your hand down to his face and comb through his hair to pull his attention back to your face rather than your pussy.
he shifts his eyes up and you draw your finger across his swollen bottom lip. he slowly smiles at you before speaking, “wanna cum, hmm?”
and to his surprise you shake your head no and begin to take his fingers out of you and bring them up to your mouth.
chris lets out a whiney moan and drags himself up to be face to face with you as you swirl your tongue around his fingers, tasting every bit of yourself. “so fucking hot.” he whispers and replaced his fingers with a rough kiss to your mouth.
you wrap your legs around his waist and hook your arms around his neck while he continues to kiss you. you can feel him moving underneath you to grind his hardened center against the couch cushion so you pull away from him and tell him to sit down instead.
he nods his head and you both trade positions; your face now level with his lower half just as his once was with your own.
you run your hands up his covered legs and towards his hard center and begin to stroke him through his sweats. he lets out a relieved breath as he watches you and anticipates your descent further.
you adjust your position and pull down his boxers and sweatpants just far enough that you can pull out his pulsing member. chris throws his head back and covers his eyes with his hands at the sensation of your thumb circling his sensitive head.
that bitch gon’ give me top, that’s without a doubt
you pump long, slow strokes along his cock while starring up at him hazily. you begin to feel annoyed by his lack of eye contact and pull his attention by guiding him into your mouth.
chris lets a choked moan escape and looks down to you, with a mouthful of his dick and glossy eyes, looking back up at him. his mouth is hung open subconsciously as he fights back his own excessive moans, instead he gathers your hair for you and uses all of his might to not fuck your face.
once you build a rhythm you take him further until he’s fully buried and slightly curved down your throat. his moan comes out in fractures and his grip on your hair grows tighter. “you’re so good to me,” he whispers. you go to move but stop once he pleads, “wait! no, please jus’ just stay right there, baby.” so you begin to focus on breathing through your nose as he holds your head back down.
you stay for a few moments and when you finally gag and pull off of him he thrusts up into air to almost chase the feeling while you gather yourself. “you okay?” his face is pulled tight together but you can’t tell if it’s because he’s concerned for you or his own orgasm.
you nod and his senses are heightened as you start to stroke his cock a few more times but before he can finish you confess, “baby, i want you to fuck me now…”
he gathers your face in his hands and rubs your cheek, “you know i will… but first can i cum, please?”
you shake your head with a smirk, kissing his inner hand but before you rise to your feet you kiss the top of his sensitive dick, to which he uncontrollably spills a small amount of his cum onto your lips.
he feels a little humiliated at his lack of control. “fuck. ‘m sorry i didn’t mean to-” but chris can feel his stomach recoil as he attempts to fight off finishing all over your face right now.
he watches intensely as you lick your lips slowly, tasting every bit of him, before you stand up (your thong showing every inch of your full ass while you walk) and go to lay on his bed. he can no longer see you but he takes the hint when your small tank top is thrown at him.
he exhales and begins to fully remove his clothes as well. he joins you in his bed to see you bare and sprawled out, your fingers tapping softly at your clit.
you whimper when you dip your fingers inside of you then bring them up to his mouth. he hums and sticks his tongue out. you drag your fingers across it before he’s wrapping his lips around them and sucking hard.
you bite your lip at the sight of chris being so willing and eager.
he pulls them from his mouth and smiles while guiding your hand between you both to grab his needy cock. “please.” is all he says before he kisses you.
you pump him a few times before guiding him into you slowly, to which chris moans directly over your mouth, eyes slightly rolled back. you quiet him gently by kissing him again.
i fuck her like a god, that’s without a doubt
he continues the slow pace you began as he guides himself fully in and out of you. the silver of his necklace catches the light of the moon every so often making it gleam as it sways over your face. you find it so satisfying and pretty.
you suck on his neck and whisper that you need him to fuck you hard or not at all. he immediately is quickening his thrusts into you and you muffle a cry into his neck, clawing at his back with your manicured nails.
i got that pussy wet, that’s without a drought
you’re so slick that the sound of your skin slapping together is amplified and chris prays to fucking god his mother hasn’t found herself thirsty in the middle of a rem cycle.
“i need you chris, i need-“ your words spew out and he doesn’t let up, continuing his harsh pounds into your used center.
“hold on to it, baby. ‘m so close, please,” he reaches for your hands and holds them against the mattress on each side of your head as he continues to build to a climax.
you whine and he gives in to you easily. he removes one of his hands from holding yours to rub your clit harshly, “go ahead, give me everything then.”
he continues to thrust himself into you but his eyes stare intently at your face as you fall apart beneath him and squeeze around his length. you’re a moaning mess and he quickly puts his hand over your mouth until you’re spent.
the scene alone causes him to pull out of you and let out a series of low moans while his cum falls onto your lower stomach.
to make the most out of the overwhelming sensitivity you both feel, he immediately guides his cock through your folds, crying out at the intense stimulation. as you try to push him away, and whine his name telling him it’s so much.
he obliges and unknowingly blurts more cum on your thighs as he moves up to kiss you, out of breath.
he sucks your bottom lip for a second longer before pulling apart and whispering, “hold on.” your sleepy figure just nods up to him and he breathes out a laugh before finding his boxers on the floor and walking out quietly.
you try to keep your eyes open but it feels like forever when chris finally comes back with a damp wash cloth, two water bottles, and a bowl of washed grapes (??). your eyes open timidly at the small amount of light coming from his phone’s flashlight. you can see him wearing your teddy slippers though which makes you mentally laugh, but physically smile as he approaches you.
he places the items on a side table and begins to wipe your stomach off slowly, the warmth on the cloth soothing you further. “open your legs, please.” chris already had began to physically separate them but he asks you to open them so that you feel in control of yourself anyways.
“sweet girl,” he compliments and smiles as he wipes your thighs down, kissing your stomach again before making his way to throw the cloth into a laundry basket.
you hum at him and lift yourself up to watch as he opens one of his drawers and offers one of his t-shirts to you.
you slip it over your head easily and he hands you a water bottle and your phone before crawling into his bed with you. you curl up to his chest and he hands you the bowl of grapes which you don’t question because you’re hungry as fuck, why would you deny it?
you thank him and he thanks you for coming to see him tonight.
you both smile into a kiss and you continue to finish your grapes as he closes his eyes in an attempt to get some sleep.
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AW! everyone cheered. and came (probably)
got inspo for the end bc of this lmao :
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buckysgrace · 21 days ago
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fic request for gator : what about reader coming home wasted from a friend’s night out and gator takes care of them (changes their clothes, brushes their teeth, etc). im in my gator fluff feels sue me
Gator fluff is my favorite ok I luv him so thank you for this
"We played a card game," You continued on, blinking as the sharp bathroom lights hit your eyes, "I had to pretend to be a cat." You explained to him, watching as his brown eyes found yours.
"What did the card say?" He asked gruffly as he gently slid the headband over your ears. It was green, with a little frog face on it. You loved it.
"I don't know," You told him honestly, drifting back and forth on your feet as he gently began to scrub your makeup off, "I'm sleepy." You responded as you yawned widely.
"I know," He agreed as he pressed the wipe over your right eye, "But you don't want to sleep in your makeup." He hummed as he continued to wipe it off of your face.
"Maybe." You hummed as you rocked back and forth on your feet, enjoying how nice to felt to have your eyes shut.
"You won't be happy in the morning," He chuckled softly, "And you'll stain our pillowcases." He added, making you snap your eyes open playfully.
"You and the pillowcases," You mumbled as he moved the wipe across your lips, "Do you love them?" You tased as he snorted, gripping your chin and moving your face side to side to inspect his work.
"They smell like you." He said softly as he wiped your nose off again. Your heart fluttered at his words; at the delicate way he touched you.
"Do you love me?" You asked playfully, biting down on your bottom lip as he snorted. He cocked an eyebrow as he squirted a few globs of your face cream onto his hands.
"I think you had a few too many shots, huh?" He teased before he began to rub the cream into your skin, making you wrinkled your nose at the cold feeling.
"Just like-," You paused as you held your hand out, carefully counting the sharpie marks on your skin, "Seven. I had seven." You told him, giggling as he whistled lowly.
"No wonder you couldn't walk," He hummed as he turned, setting your toothbrush up for you, "Open." He commanded a second later before he attacked your teeth, making you laugh again as you thought about how silly this was.
He held onto you as you leaned forward to spit into the sink, rolling your tongue across your teeth to ensure it was all clean. You pulled your lips apart then, proudly showing how minty and clean they looked.
"Pretty," He hummed, patting your cheek before he moved his hands to your shirt, "Now let's get you out of this." He said, making you wiggle your eyebrows.
"And into what?" You asked coyly, drifting your finger to his chest before he swatted you away playfully.
"Pajamas," He said with a laugh, stripping you playfully. You felt a warmth rushing through you as he fell to his knees, gently pulling down your pants and underwear, "Careful." He told you seriously, letting you rest your fingers on his shoulders, so you'd stay balanced.
"Thank you," You hummed as you wiped at your eyes, feeling even more tired in your fresh clothes and clean face, "You're so sweet to me." You teased as you ran your fingers through his smooth hair, liking when it was loose and relaxed.
"I gotta be," He said softly as he gripped your chin, leaning forward to peck your lips gently, "C'mon. Let's get you in bed." He responded as he held onto your hand, leaving your clothes in a pile on the floor. You could get them in the morning.
"We have to be up by eight," You told him, eyes already shutting as he tucked the blankets over your chest, "I have a doctor's appointment." You hummed as your cheek molded into the pillow.
"On a Saturday?" He questioned as you hummed in agreement, your mind already drifting into a blissful sleep. However, you didn't miss the feeling of him crawling into bed next to you or the feeling of his lips on your cheek. Or the soft words that he whispered, thinking that you were far too gone to hear.
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mono-dot-jpeg · 2 years ago
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[2:31am]
[platonic, gn child (7-9)! reader]
a/n; no fancy layout bc im in bed and on my phone now. it's 2am once again. also this is based off a similar scenario i had with my own parents. but half of it is just more fluffy than irl.
[warnings for child reader having a family that just never gave them the time of day. not really abusive but not good either. is this ooc welt? idk]
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the express is silent with the gentle lull of sleep. but you don't feel any tiredness.
you promised to sleep at a better time. but you just couldn't. your father figure, mr. welt (as you so affectionately called him), even offered to stay with you until you were asleep. it didn't work as well as you hoped.
you relied on him more than you thought. his presence felt more than safe and comforting. something you haven't felt often before you became part of the express family. plus, he was just so nice to you. he was a father that stepped up even if he didn't realize it.
so here you are, looking for him in the living room-esque cart. your cold body wrapped in a blanket as you enter the main area. it's not hard to find mr. welt and a large empty room. you watch as he stares at the stars in the galaxy for just a moment. but just like how you find him, he finds you.
"y/n, what are you doing up? it's cold." he whispers as he strides over to you and kneels down to adjust the blanket. "did you have a bad dream?" you're gently taken off the cold marble floors and into his arms.
"mhn." you make an unsure sound, you don't answer yet. you don't want to be weak. you didn't want to admit that you couldn't sleep without him. "no." you mutter, picking at the threads of his clothes.
"okay. that's good." he lets one arm support you as his free hand gently guides your head to rest on his shoulder. "would you like to stay here?" you shake your head. "let's go back then."
you arrive at mr. welt's room. he gently tucks you into the bed first before entering by your side. you turn on your side and stare as he adjusts your baby hairs on your head. you eventually speak, deciding to tell the truth, "mr. welt..." he hums, signifying that he's listening. "i... um- i couldn't sleep. without- without you." he doesn't mock or laugh or tease. he gently smiles.
"thank you for telling me. i bet it wasn't easy, dear." you nodded. "i can stay with you a bit longer this time. i'll be busy reading instead but i'll stay by your side, alright?" your body relaxes at his words.
you nod again. he pats your head as you give him a small smile. "thank you mr. welt." the lights in the room are dimmed down as his phone plays a tune. it's not particularly something soft or gentle. it reminds you of night conversations that himeko and welt have and how you always get sleepy because they keep talking. it fills the dead silence. "mr. welt?"
"hm?"
"can i hug you?"
"of course." you shift closer to him as he can't help but think how endearing and sweet you are while you finally cling onto him. arms just barely wrapped around his stomach as your face is buried against his side.
"thank you for taking me in."
"i'm just doing what i would do for my family."
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rapharoon · 3 months ago
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💜Goodnight, my Sunshine🧡
A Majority of you asked for it, so here it is! (I have never written a oneshot)
Warning: ALL FLUFF! I think, im not good at naming like, lemon, fluff, whatever- but I can say there is NO NSFW. NEVER.
Word Count: 814
It was nighttime, the stars and the moon shining brightly above the Smiling critters neighborhood. Catnap was sitting peacefully in his room, getting ready to go to bed that night.
He took a deep breath and took one last look out the window. Looking out to the houses of his friends. Some if which he had helped to fall asleep. (Wether they wanted to or not) As his eyes scanned the houses, he spotted something odd.
'Is that..?' Catnap's thought trailed off as his sight landed on a certain house. Dogday's dog house. He could see a light from his room. Catnap blinked, wondering if he was just seeing things. He could've sworn Dogday was long asleep by now. He rubbed his eyes and looked again.
The light was still there. Catnap sighed, 'oh Dogday..' He got up, stretching as he made his way out of the comfort of his room, and out of his home.
As he walked, Catnap wondered about why Dogday was up now, wondering if maybe something was wrong.. Did he have a nightmare? Catnap held his tail, hoping it wasn't anything serious. As catnap made it to the door, he hesitated slightly before knocking...
There was no sign of a response for a moment. As Catnap reached to knock again, the doorknob turned and the door made a creaking noise as it slowly opened. And peaking behind the door, was Dogday of course!
Once Dogday's eyes landed on Catnap, he gasped and smiled brightly. "OH! Catnap! Phew- It's just you!" He chuckled slightly as he opened the door fully, relieved to see the very confused Catnap.
Catnap stared at the dog for a moment, before signing, "Is that.. why are you wearing a pot on your head??" Dogday blinked, nervously laughing as he took it off quickly. "Oh! Uh, well- Haha- I don't know how that got there hahaha!-" Dogday started shuffling backwards to make room for Catnap to come in. As the cat did, his eyes averted to something.
"Does that include the pan your holding too or.." Catnap signed with a raised eyebrow. Dogday looked over at the pan he was indeed holding behind his back. Then, looked back at Catnap, giving him a small nervous smiled as he shrugged. Catnap sighed, "Come on, what's wrong day?" Catnap put his hand on Dogday's shoulder softly, concerned.
Dogday blinked, sighing as he put down the pot and pan. "Okay, you got me.." He scratched the back of his head, a little embarrassed. "I uh.. I watched a horror movie with Kickin and now I can't sleep." Catnap tilted his head. "..That's it?" He watched as Dogday's face went red from embarrassment. "It was really scary! And now every little noise keeps me awake!-" He grabbed his ears and pulled them in front of his face.
Catnap frowned slightly, he didn't like seeing Dogday so scared. He softly put a hand on his shoulder, patting it. Dogday peaked a little, and saw Catnap putting on a comforting smile. Catnap held his other arm out. Dogday stared for a moment before his eyes lit up, smiling as he hugged the cat. And he hugged him back, softly rubbing his back.
"I- I know it might be a lot to ask but- Can you stay with me.? A-at least until I fall asleep!" Dogday waited nervously for some sort of response. And after a beat, Catnap nodded. Making the dog smile even more, hugging him tighter. "Thank you Catnap!! Thank you thank you thank you! You're the best!"
Catnap smiled softly, and then he looked down. He could see Dogday's tail wagging like crazy. Catnap gently pulled away, smiling a little smugly as he signed, "Happy to see you too." Dogday's cheeks turn a soft red as he nervously smiled, reaching to hold his tail still. Catnap chuckled as he reaches to take Dogday's arm in his and closed the door before leading him to the room.
Dogday laid down as Catnap pulled the blanket up, tucking him in. Catnap sat on the edge of the bed as Dogday smiled. "Thanks for checking in on me Catnap, I really appreciate you, you know that?" He gave a small giggle as Catnap looked at him, softly blushing. His giggle turned into a laugh as Catnap moved to gently put his hand over his eyes, ushering him to sleep. "I'm serious! Thank you, for everything you do Catnap.."
Catnap's eyes softened hearing that. He blushed more, as he took his hand off he looked away. He began to sign, "Dogday... I really-" But as he looked back, he found that Dogday had fallen asleep. It seemed covering his eyes worked a little too well. Catnap sighed, chuckling slightly. 'Oh Dogday..' he thought as he stared at the now sleeping dog.. Slowly, he leaned down and kissed him on the cheek.
'Goodnight, my Sunshine..'
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aliceyed · 1 year ago
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summary: after a shitty date you cry about it to your bestfriend, beomgyu.
warnings: kissing, cursing, horny ass dude.
pairing: bestfriend!beomgyu x fem!reader
genre: bestfriends to lovers
"how do I look?" you said while walking out of the bathroom.
beomgyu who was lying on your bed looked up from his phone, "eh, you look fine."
you rolled your eyes, "you said that about the last 4 outfits can you please help me choose the perfect one." walking over to your vanity table you attempted to fix your hair a little when beomgyu walked over to you tucking stray strands of hair behind you ear.
"okok, im sorry. you looked stunning in all of the outfits, i think even if you wore a trash bag to your date you would look gorgeous."
your stomach did something weird, it always happened when you hung out with beomgyu. you know you probably had feelings for him but there was no chance he liked you back, besides he said he only saw you as a sister. so to cope with this you tried to take your mind off him by going on dates with random guys (really stupid coping mechanism).
coming back to reality you slapped his arm, "stop lying to me."
laughing a bit he replied, "im really not lying, but i think you should go with this outfit." picking up your phone you see your date texted you saying he was already at your door to pick you up. quickly grabbing your bag you rush to your door and compose yourself before opening the door.
your date who shall not be named (im lazy to think of a name), looks you up and down, "looking good babe, ready to go?"
you felt slightly uncomfortable but tried to smile and nod your head.
basically long story short, the date was horrible. you went to a nice restaurant, where your self absorbed date was practically throwing himself at you the whole time trying to kiss you. he just made you feel really uncomfortable the whole time and to top it all off he forgot to bring his wallet and you ended up paying for the whole date. you just wanted to get home.
when the both of you got in his car he put his hand on your thigh, "wanna go back to my place?" at this point you were so done, "what the fuck is wrong with you!" you shouted and ran out of his car and straight to a bathroom and cried it all out. you called beomgyu to come pick you up and from hearning your choked up voice he ran faster than ever to come get you. after calling you to let you know he was outside, you ran out and hugged him tightly.
beomgyu didn't care that your tears were staining his shirt, he hugged you back just as tight softly rubbing your back. seeing you like this after so many dates broke his heart, he couldn't stand to see you like this anymore.
driving you back to your place, he prepared your favourite snacks and your favourite movie to try and lighten your spirits while you changed into more comfortable clothes. when you got out you saw beomgyu in your living room selecting the movie and patting the seat beside him. you still weren't over your awful date and could feel tears threatening to spill out at any time and just started ranting about it all to beomgyu.
"yn why do you do this to yourself? why do you always go out with these jerks and make yourself miserable, i hate seeing you like this."
"you wanna know why beomgyu?" you were going to regret this confession but you couldnt hold in your feelings anymore. "i like you gyu, ive liked you for such a long time but 2 years ago i heard you say you only thought of me as some sort of a sister, and that broke my heart. to try and get over it i started dating these jerks. i really like you and it hurts that youll never feel the same way." tears starting pouring out of your eyes uncontrollably as you quickly try to wipe them away with the back of your hand.
beomgyu was dumbfounded, after all this time because of his stupidity hes been hurting you all these years. he pulled you close to him, holding your face gently and wiping away the tears with his thumbs and embraced you, calming you down.
"yn, ive always liked you too... I was just always scared you wouldn't like me back so i would tell my friends i saw you as a sister even though i liked- heck loved you for so long. it would hurt me to see you go out with so many guys and never asked me once."
it was now
your turn to be dumbfounded, did he really like you back? "please dont tell me this is a joke," you sniffled back a tear. "do i look like im joking?" he held your chin softly and brought your face close to his. you heart was beating a million miles an hour, was this really happening?
he looked into your eyes for any sign of discomfort before leaning in to close the gap between your lips. the kiss was slow and gentle and you loved every second of it. after pulling away you both couldnt help but laugh at the situation, 2 idiots in love for so long but unaware.
you 2 spent the rest of the night cuddling and watching the movie then falling asleep on the couch, the perfect ending for the not so perfect night.
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monalaniussboyfriend · 15 days ago
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MONA LANIUS X READER !!
(this is my first time actually posting my fics, pls be nice to me im very VERY anxious about this. </3)
REQUEST BY @fawny-b !!!
You woke up to light footsteps trailing away; hearing the slight creaking of Mona going out. It must be dusk, which is when she’d usually leave. You slightly relaxed again, resting your head and mostly bare body upon the cold bars of your cage, knowing that you were temporarily safe from Mona’s torturous antics.
Your drowsiness was short-lived. During your barely conscious state, you noticed the hatch on the cage was opened. No way. You snapped awake, crawling towards the cage door. You rubbed your eyes hastily, (In case you were hallucinating.) but to your surprise, it was really unlocked. You opened the gate, crawling out of the cage. You got up off of your knees and looked around the room, noticing how dirty it was.
Your body was trembling, as you weren’t used to using your body in the way it was meant for. Your legs were sore, but it felt so good to stretch. You could’ve swore that every single bone in your body snapped and popped, but the relief that quickly washed over your body was euphoric.
There was no point in leaving, if Mona wasn’t going to kill you now, she most likely wasn’t going to kill you later. She took quite an interest in you, calling you her ‘favourite,’ along with being titled as her ‘little birdie.’ You snapped away from your thoughts and grounded yourself, looking around the dirty room. You felt irked, kneeling down to pick up some of the paintbrushes on the floor. You looked upon her desk, physically shuddering at how cluttered it was.
One thing led to another and eventually all her paint brushes were washed and sorted in different cups, canvases sorted by size and all her paints sorted by colour. The floor was swept and her bed was made. (AKA the pillow was fluffed to her liking and her blanket-sheet thing was folded.)
You knew how Mona liked everything, often listening in to her rants and whatever she says while talking to herself. You sat on her mattress, admiring your own work. Lately, Mona would just drop anything wherever she wanted, knowing it was her space to do whatever she wanted; but often she would complain to herself about how she hates how disgusting this room is. She would talk down to herself about how she was lazy, and then would go out to vent out her frustrations on the innocent.
You sighed, stretching one last time before laying back onto the mattress. You stayed there for a moment, soaking in the freedom. You studied the ceiling as you usually did while in the cage, finding yourself drifting off to sleep again. You couldn’t stop yourself, as much as you wanted to scream at yourself to wake up, you were too comfortable.
You woke up a few hours later, tucked into bed, and Mona hunched at her easel. She was humming to herself and swaying from side to side, which was a good sign. She usually did these things if she was in a good mood. You drowsily called out to her.
“…Mona?..” Your voice was rasped from the lack of talking, you never really talked much after being captured.
She turned her head, her pitch black eyes slightly softening at the sight of you cuddled up into her bed. She didn’t reply, so you spoke again.
“…did you want me to…go back to the cage?..” You spoke up, making eye contact with her. She shook her head no, got up and walked over and crouching down beside the bed. She brushed her long black hair away from her face and looked at you with admiration? Her expression was borderline unreadable.
“…when did you?..” She immediately shushed you by putting one of her pale fingers upon your lips. You were too afraid of losing the small bit of freedom you were provided. The freedom you were privileged to have.
She patted your head gently with her boney fingers, and tucked you further into bed. You relaxed, looking into Mona’s eyes and nodding slightly as a ‘thank you.’
She slightly smiled before walking back to her easel, focusing on whatever she was doing before. You softly hummed, turning onto your side and falling back asleep. You didn’t care that you were in captivity, you didn’t care if you weren’t going to wake up tomorrow. All that matters is that you’re finally getting a good nights sleep.
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strangelysamantha · 29 days ago
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roomates ☆
damon salvatore x gn!reader.
warnings: swearing, mentions of blood, flashbacks, mention of death i think that's it
words: 2,456.
summary: damon and you are talking about becoming roommates, when a werewolf breaks in and causes some trouble.
request? no this is self-indulgent basically!
a/n: need more damon stories omg
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you find yourself on the salvatore front porch. your mind racing. damon gently opens his door. bed head apparent, with sleepy eyes to match. "what are you doing here, silly?" he quickly welcomes you inside, pulling you into a much-needed hug. "just missed you, sorry." he kisses the side of your head, "don't be sorry, baby." he leads you over to his couch and starts the fireplace. "it was rainy out. it was nice." he nods, pouring you a glass of bourbon. you shiver slightly, the rain dampening your clothes, leaving you with a slight chill. he hands you the cup, "i’ll be right back, okay?" upstairs he grabs you one of his shirts. he also grabs a fluffy blanket. "here, you should change into this." he hands it to you, taking your cup and setting it beside you.
you quickly slide your shirt off, replacing it with his soft shirt that smelt like him. you look up at him and grin. "thank you, that was so thoughtful." he shakes his head, "it's okay, you're so cute snuggled up in my t-shirt." your face flushes from his attention. "damon join me." you jokingly pout while you pat the couch. he quickly sits by you. you put your head on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around you. "how would you feel if i maybe, moved in?" he thinks, this makes you worried. "i think that would make me feel very happy."
"really? that's a relief." he shrugs, "i mean it makes sense. i want to protect you, and being your roommate would make it a lot easier." you grin, "gotta make sure i'm tucked into bed at night." he tickles your side, "hey, it's not my fault you wind up in my sheets every chance you can." you shake your head, "it's not for you, you just have a better bed than the guest bedroom." he rolls his eyes at your comment. "okay brat, i'll remember that next time." you frown, "no! don't kick me out, i just moved in less than five minutes ago."
"in all seriousness, can we move you stuff in tomorrow?" maybe damon was urgently rushing the process because he wanted to get it over with. or maybe he was worried that you'd change your mind, not wanting him to be overbearing. his negative thoughts swarmed his head, his eyes cloudy. you took notice immediately. "hey what's going on in there? talk to me please." he sighs. "nothing baby, just overthinking that's all." you reach for his hand, squeezing it gently. "i love you damon, i want to move in. no doubt in my mind." a weight off his chest is lifted, and he takes a breath. "tomorrow works, yes, but let's worry about that later." you cuddle into him, grabbing his arm. "agreed."
the fireplace crackles. you leaned against damon, his arms holding on your waist. "im hungry, do you want anything?" you ask. "im okay, but you can help yourself." you kiss his lips, muttering a soft “be right back,” you head to the basement grabbing a blood bag. you walk upstairs to the entry hall. you look out the front window, noticing a ripple in the trees. a shadow speeds by. you go to alert damon, but he's nowhere to be seen. you take deep breaths, fear settling over you.
"damon!?" you yell out. you turn around, seeing a giant monster jumping at the window. its eyes yellow, with a deep growl, and slobbery white teeth. you jump back, trying to avoid the sneak attack. the glass shatters everywhere, you fall to the floor, using all your strength to keep it from biting you. damon yells, reaching for the nearest item he can use to damage the wolf. he stabs the wolf with the end of a lamp post, being daring, he rips the wolfs heart out and it collapses to the floor. you're gasping for air, frantically looking around. damon drops to his knees, holding your face in his hands. "it's okay, i'm here. you're okay." he soothes your aches, the comfort in his words melting all pain away. "day one, and i protected you, guess i am qualified for the job."
except damon didn't protect you. the wolf had grazed your thigh, a giant gash from its teeth. and damon was too ecstatic to do a full checkup, he was so stoked that you were alive, and the adrenaline in his veins made him forget to inspect the rest of your body. you frown looking up at him. his gaze softens, his mouth falling into a line. "what's wrong baby?" you can't come up with the words, knowing your fate is in place. "i know it was scary, but he's gone, we'll be okay." your eyes well up with tears, looking at the lifeless body in front of you. you have to look away, the sight nauseating. "i'll take care of that, don't worry." you nod.
you get up, going to get the broom to sweep up the glass. you bend down quickly recovering the floor. you discard the shavings, slightly struggling to make it to the couch. "damon." he turns around at your voice, his chest revealing a giant bite mark, red, and raw. you shake your head, you slide your pants down slightly, showing him the scar on your thigh. his face drops, "no, please, why didn't you tell me sooner?" he rushes up to you, carrying you upstairs to his room. he shuts the door, gently laying you back on the bed.
he stares with sad eyes; you reach out to him. "i'm not ready to lose you damon. please don't tell me this is it." he groans lying back on the bed, "i'm not letting that happen." he reaches his phone out dialing a number. he pauses, "i need a favor." you sigh, hearing klaus on the other side of the line. "and why do either of you deserve my blood?" you sniffle slightly, reaching for damons phone. "please klaus, you don't have to save me, just make sure damon makes it. please." you blurt out quickly, ensuring damons safety. he shrieks, "what are you saying? you need it too!" you shake your head, "if he's only willing to give it to one of us, damon, you have to take it. i love you, but i can't live without you." the idea of waking up in the salvatore house, with no damon by your side was absolutely gut wrenching, and you couldn't bear the idea of that.
"true love, how sweet." klaus remarks, "well good luck." he quickly hangs up on damon, leaving silence to follow in the room. you pull him into a deep kiss, your arms reaching for his shoulders for some support. he is holding you tightly. "damon." a tear streams down your face. "please tell me this isn't happening." stefan knocks on the door. you don't say anything, "come in." stefans eyes widen at the sight of damons bite. "what the hell happened?" his eyes are low, and he looks distraught. "a wolf attacked us. got us both. klaus won't give us any blood." stefan begins panicking. "cmon guys. what are we going to do?" you lean into his side, holding him tight. "nothing we can do." you close your eyes, trying to rationalize and plan out any and all case scenarios.
damon and stefan had been strategizing for an hour. you held tightly onto him, savoring every moment you had with him before the bite took one of you out. their nonsense had you even more stressed out. you close your eyes, trying to have a second of peace. instead, a graphic image of your childhood best friend appears. blood was drenched all over the shirt, deep bite marks on the neck. you whine at the mutilated depiction of your former best friend, a whimper falling from your lips while your eyes pool with more tears. damon shakes you softly, "hey, hey, what's happening baby?" you shake your head, "scary, blood, my best friend..." stefan sighs, "that is not a good sign." he stands up, getting you a pillow to rest your neck, damon holds you up, trying to get you to focus on him. the room was spinning, your head kept flashing graphic memories, and your ears were ringing.
"breathe in baby, breathe out. it'll be okay, you're so strong." his breath catches in his throat, his train of thought out the window, instead he was struck with the moment he was killed before transition. stefan comes back, watching his two roommates groan in agony. "i don't have enough pillows, fuck." he swiftly lifts your neck placing the pillow beneath you. he runs to get one for damon, quickly doing the same thing for him. damons grabbing at his chest, feeling like his heart was burning himself alive. "is there anything i can do?" stefans watching the two of you crumble under horrendous conditions, "please, say something. either of you?" you shut your eyes, gripping your thigh tightly. "it hurts so bad, thats all i can say." damon finds a way to hold you through the pain, his hand reaches for yours and you immediately place it in his. you lean into him, resting your forehead against his arm, "fuck stefan. we're going to die." stefan hesitates, "i wll call him myself."
"call who?" stefan turns around, seeing klaus standing in the doorway. "you're here?!" relief washes over you, some hope creaking through. "well i was so amazed by damons burning passion, and the amount of love they share. i found it... inspiring." klaus hands stefan two viles of blood, "call them romeo and juliet." he chuckles, going to leave. stefan halts him, "thats it?" he scoffs, "no conditions?" klaus shrugs, "i'll need you later down the line, but the time will come for that." this confuses stefan, "and i'm just supposed to move on till then?" klaus grins, "of course not. you'll think about it. every day, waking up wondering if today is the day i'll need your service, always being on edge." stefan stares, unamused. "okay. well thank you klaus."
stefan hands you two the bottles of blood. damon and you clink the tubes together, swallowing them quickly. you hesitate. still a little nervous about how easy it was to retrieve the blood. after a few seconds you and damon heal, shock falls over you, and immediately you're relieved. "thank you so much, i can't believe it." damon leans in for a deep kiss, holding you tightly. "i was so scared i'd never see you again." you look back at stefan, "are you worried about klaus?" he looks away, tightening his jaw. "i'll do it. i don't want too, but he saved your guys life." damon jumps out of bed, lifts you up, spinning you around. excited he wasn't on death bed anymore. "stefan i'll support you when it goes down. anything you need." stefan slaps his back, "thanks brother."
the house settles down, stefan writing in his journal. damon and you lay in his bed upstairs, engulfed in covers while cuddling close to each other. the air is chilly. "today's been a long day." you snuggle closer into damon, he hid his face in the crook of your neck. "i know, i'm so ready for bed." you nod agreeing, closing your eyes you kiss him gently before getting comfortable and resting. he soon drifts off to sleep with you.
using the broken window from earlier, one of klaus witches stand below. a alter in front of her. she chants under her breath, smoke forms as the spell gets completed. "it's done." she whispers, she packs her alter up and swiftly leaves town. damon was showering, after waking up in hot sweats he needed to cool off. you lay in bed sleeping soundly. while no one was aware, klaus had only given you guys one vile of actual blood. the other one was a magic potion mixed with animal blood. you unfortunately did not get a single drop of hybrid blood. the witch below undid the spell, revealing your decrepit body was actually deteriorating all night. the potion had cloaked any evidence of symptoms as well as pain. however, the potion was removed, you immediately cough up blood, your senses overwhelmed as you were fine, then all at once every ounce of your body was burning. your mind goes back to your memories, the bloodiest and graphic situations you've ever been through, on replay.
damon hops out the shower, humming lightly. he quickly changes, quietly heading to the bed. he lifts the blanket from above your hidden body. you barely make out a whisper, "it hurts." damon falls to the floor, his attention fully on you. "what happened? how are you feeling? i'm so sorry." you cry silently as you can't process a response, terrified to even move. "STEFAN."
stefan runs to the room, shock settling when he noticed your state. "i don't know what happened, i-" damon runs his hands through his hair, pacing back and forth. "but damon you're fine? what does that mean?" stefan gasps. "he gave us only one cure." damon bites his inner cheek, face cold. "this can't be happening." he joins you in bed again, lifting you onto him, he hugs you whispering in your ear, "i love you so much. i'm right here. stay with me."
"i love you so much damon." you lay your head against his chest, arm wrapped around his shoulders. he cries silently by your side, getting inside your head. he showed you two happy together, moved in, baking brownies, and taking you on dates. your breathing slows, a small smile on your lips. your eyes drift closed, grey lines starting at your neck going to the top of your head. your lifeless body lay still in damons arms, his cheeks stained with teardrops. stefan stands silent by the door. "we were careless stefan... why did we trust him to begin with?" damon heads downstairs to get bourbon, stefan, aware of how fragile he is currently, follows him.
"how would we have known? he made a deal with us." stefan sits down, head in his hands. damon throws a bottle of alcohol, glass shattering on the floor. now when he wants you, he'll have to dream. "i told them i would protect them. i was supposed to keep them safe." damons pacing the room, he adjusts his shirt. "i failed."
"you didn't fail, i did. you were infected too, remember?" silences settles for a few minutes, "i want to kill him stefan." damon is now sat in the chair, his legs crossed, his hands crossed together, "okay damon. how are we going to kill klaus?"
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ppumeonae-bigvibe · 10 months ago
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night together
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pairing: bf! seungcheol x gn! reader
↬ tags: implied sharing of a single bed together hehe, im starting to think i have a thing for intimacy when sleepy, i tried to avoid using speech this time round as a challenge and i think this is still wholesome
summary: winding down for the day with seungcheol feels like this!
word count: 231 words
a/n: something shorter this time round,, it's lunar new year for me so!! happy weekends for those who are celebrating it!
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the soft glow of the bedside lamp casted a hazy shadow on the book that seungcheol was reading. nudging the glasses up the bridge of his nose, he flipped to the next page: he was hooked onto every detail the book had to offer.
beside him, you were scrolling on your socials, the harsh light from your phone a stark contrast to the comforting hue emanating from seungcheol's side. he was aware of your every yawn and sigh that escaped your lips, eyes occasionally straying to observe what you were doing.
seungcheol lightly pats your head and you hummed, satisfied.
he returned his attention back to the novel and moved on to the next chapter, ready for the peak of the climax. engrossed, he continued flipping for what seemed like another hour or so when he felt you lightly snoring beside him, arms bent at awkward angles from holding the phone up.
seungcheol chuckled, putting his book away. he stretched out and grabbed your phone, placing it on the bedside table alongside with his glasses. in one swift motion, he flicked the light switch off and pulls the cover over the two of you, tucking you in as he always did.
gently, he spooned you from behind, arm warmly wrapped around your torso. his breaths evened out after awhile, matching yours as he fell into slumber with you in his arms.
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