#and you fell asleep on the couch and wake up to watch it with no idea what's going on

[luxcuriousao3]

Expanding on this.

warnings: perv!König, noncon groping, somno, titfucking

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Best Friend!König who’s obsessed with your tits.

You’ve known each other since childhood, and while he shot up in height, you shot up in bra size. And König noticed. Mien Gott, did he notice.

He was around fifteen when he realized for the first time just how nice your breasts felt against his big body when he hugged you, so soft and warm. He started taking any excuse to give you long, drawn out hugs—though of course he told himself it was just because he loved you so much. You were the only person who didn't bully him, after all.

He rationalized how his gaze started to end up on your cleavage more often than your face, too. He was just so tall, that even if he tried to look into your eyes—and he did, Schatz, he really did! You have to believe him, he tried so hard—he could see straight down your top, anyway.

And, well, he was no saint—just a man. And your tits were so pretty.

Could you really blame him for looking? He just wanted to admire you…

He always insisted on driving you places once he got his license—he was a good friend, after all, and he liked being useful. That he got to throw his arm out across your soft chest every time the car in front of him stopped too suddenly was just a bonus.

As the years passed by, his obsession grew—especially after he found porn. Most nights, he fisted his long, fat cock to videos of women who looked like you having their breasts played with, abused, worshipped. He preferred the latter, but he couldn’t deny there was something thrilling about the idea of slapping your soft tits and watching them jiggle. He would be sure to kiss them better after, though.

Once, after a particularly rough mission, König showed up at your place beaten to hell, eyes scarily hollow. You immediately let him inside, pulled him down onto your couch, and held him as he cried. He laid his head on your chest, seeking the comfort only your breasts could give him, and you shushed him softly as you petted his hair. He wished desperately in that moment that he could pull your top down, latch onto one of your cute little nipples, and suckle to his heart’s content, but he settled for leaning more and more of his weight on you until you had to lay back on the couch, him on top of you with his face buried in between your tits as he feigned sleep.

He was far too heavy for you to move yourself, and clearly, you felt bad for him, because you let him stay like that the whole night rather than wake him up.

On your twentieth birthday, König made sure he would have two whole weeks of leave, so he could spend time with you and your perfect breasts. He didn’t have the best relationship with his family, and you didn't have a roommate at Uni, so you let him stay in your dorm. You weren’t going to make your best friend sleep on the floor, of course, so the two of you shared a bed. Nothing untoward happened until the fourth night, when you both got outrageously drunk. You curled up in the tiny bed together when you got back from the pub, and promptly knocked out.

When you woke up the next morning, though, it was to one of König’s massive paws slipped under the neck of your dress, cupping your left tit.

To say you freaked out was an understatement.

You jumped up like you arse was on fire, hollering at him, demanding to know what the fuck he thought he was doing. König, who had been dead asleep, actually fell out of the bed, looking up at you for once, his big, perpetually sad eyes wide with complete confusion and a little bit of fear. When he realized what you were accusing him of, he started stuttering apologies, mortified with himself. You thought it was because he had unintentionally groped you in his sleep, which was partially true. But the main reason he was so upset was because he hadn’t even gotten to enjoy it. He’d held your beautiful breasts for the very first time and he hadn’t even known! The thought made him tear up, and you quickly forgave him, telling him that you believed him—"Accidents happen."

Every time it happened after that, König let you believe it was still an accident.

The more time he spent in the military earning his fearsome reputation and seeing terrible horrors, the bolder he grew. Now, when he visited you in your flat and gave you those sad puppy eyes until you let him sleep in bed with you rather than on the couch, he did not merely cup your breast at night. He played with your nipples, rolling the sensitive little buds between his fingers, tugging and pinching and delighting in the sleepy sounds of pleasure you let out. You tended to wake up if he got his mouth on them though, so he restrained himself—at least until he was able to get you drunk. You slept like dead when you were wasted, and he had free reign over your amazing tits. He squeezed and sucked, kissed and licked, even fucked them, once. He’d been a little drunk too, that night, or he wouldn't have risked it—but seeing his massive cock nestled between your breasts was like a revelation. He found God in the warm embrace of your tits, and he made an offering in the form of his seed, spilling it all over your chest, neck, and lips.

It felt blasphemous to clean his come from your skin, like he was desecrating a sacred altar, but he knew you would hate him if you discovered what he’d done. And he couldn’t have that—he loved you, he always had and always would. You and your heavenly breasts.

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call of duty characters - how they react to you falling asleep against them.

alex "ajax" thompson

•ajax isn’t exactly used to seeing anyone vulnerable, especially when you’re asleep on him– so his initial reaction is a stiffening of his posture as if to check if you’re genuinely okay. you’ve been on high-stress missions for days, and your sudden nap is a sign you’re either exhausted or hiding some deeper fatigue that he won’t push you about right now. he’s the type to make sure you’re safe first before anything else, so while you’re napping on his shoulder or chest, you’ll feel the gentle shift of his arm around you, as if he's trying to make sure you don’t slide off the couch where you fell asleep.

•as a man of few words, he won’t wake you up, but he might mumble something low under his breath like, “guess you needed that.” he’ll continue to monitor the situation—always keeping an ear out for any movements or sounds that could alert him to danger. ajax might not be part of ongoing operations, but when you're around, his protective side kicks in full force, even if it’s a little reluctant.

•he’ll sit still for what feels like forever, and when he’s sure you’re safe and sleeping soundly, his grip on you softens slightly, but he doesn’t budge. if he shifts too much, you might stir, and he’s not about to deal with a 'grumpy' you. so, he’ll lean back in the chair or on the couch, even if his body aches from sitting so stiffly. his focus shifts from mission plans and tactical decisions to making sure your breathing stays steady, watching the rise and fall of your chest with an odd sense of peace.

• if you wake up to find his dark eyes staring down at you, expect a quick “you okay?” but nothing more. he’s not about to dive into emotions, but there’s an unmistakable gentleness in his voice. if you seem embarrassed, he’ll smirk just slightly, a silent acknowledgment of your vulnerability, but that’s all.

��� ajax doesn’t get affectionate often, but when you’re lying against him, exhausted, he’ll offer the barest hint of warmth—a protective hand on your back or a quick but reassuring squeeze of your hand. he’s not into grand gestures, but these little acts are how he shows care

alex keller

• keller is a quiet yet reassuring presence, so when you fall asleep on him, he doesn’t rush to wake you. instead, he lets you rest your head on his shoulder or lap, his eyes scanning the surroundings with sharp, trained focus. the world around you might be filled with tension, but keller is one of those guys who finds comfort in the stillness. he won’t fidget or try to get up; he’ll let you sleep, knowing it’s been a long and grueling time for you both.

•if you shift a little or murmur in your sleep, he’ll smile softly to himself, his usual stoic expression softening. “relax. we’re good here,” he’ll say in that calm, unshakable tone. keller doesn’t do overtly sweet things, but you’ll notice him leaning into the moment, staying still even as his body is tense, preparing for whatever mission comes next.

•there’s a soft, almost hesitant warmth to his touch when he adjusts your position to make sure you’re comfortable—he never wants to disturb your sleep, but if he has to move, he’ll do it carefully, his large hand sliding over your back, keeping you steady without waking you. his concern might not be voiced, but it's clear in his movements. he's a man of action, not words (sometimes).

•in the safe house, after long missions, when you doze off unexpectedly, alex might keep a quiet vigil over you. his thoughts may wander, but he never stops checking for your safety, even as you sleep like a rock in his presence. he'll offer you a blanket or a jacket if the air turns cold, a silent acknowledgment.

•when you wake up to find him still there, he might ask, “feel better?” his eyes will meet yours, no judgment or fuss, just simple concern. if you look groggy or confused, he might add, “you needed it. don’t worry.” but there won’t be any teasing or push for explanation— he's pragmatic like that.

captain john price

•you and price have had a long, exhausting few weeks— missions, briefings, and constant tension—but now you’re outside, lounging on a lawn bed by the pool, the sun dipping low in the sky, painting the world in golden hues. it’s a rare moment of peace, and price is content just to have you near him.

•as you relaxed, the heat of the day still lingering in the air, your eyes had started to flutter. the sound of the pool water gently rippling lulled- and before you know it, your head was resting on his chest, the familiar scent of cigars and his cologne comforting in the warmth. price doesn't move, not immediately— he's too content with the stillness, watching you with a soft, almost proud expression.

•after a while, price’s cigar burns down to its last inch, and with the slightest, almost imperceptible grin, he takes his old, worn hat off and gently places it over your eyes, shielding you from the afternoon sun. his rough, calloused hand lingers on your head for a moment longer than necessary, a subtle gesture of affection, though it’s not like him to make a big deal out of these moments.

•price doesn’t move much, not wanting to disturb you, but every so often, his eyes flick to the pool, then back to you, his mind half on the world around him and half on the rare luxury of this moment with you. he'll hum a low, contented tune under his breath, the sound almost drowned out by the distant chirp of birds and the light splashing of water.

•you'll both take a nap together because his old ass can't keep himself awake for that long, either. not when he's finally got you all to himself, away from the chaos of everything. being back in a domestic environment is something he adapts harshly to, after each mission. but this time around, it's a little easier— with reason.

captain john "soap" mactavish

•after a particularly brutal mission, the helicopter ride back to base is nothing short of tense, but when you fall asleep next to him, soap’s hardened exterior softens immediately. he’s not one to openly express care—he’s always been about the mission, always the leader. but when you rest your head against his shoulder, there's a protective warmth that floods his chest, and he can't help but shift to accommodate you. his arm, though bruised and worn from the day's battles, instinctively drapes around you, pulling you a little closer, like he’s got to protect you at all costs—even in the quiet moments.

•soap, despite his rough demeanor, has a massive soft spot for those he considers his own, and you're no exception. he’ll look down at you with a slight smile, his tired eyes scanning the surroundings but making sure you're safe. he might mutter something to himself, something in his thick scottish accent, almost like he’s reassuring himself as much as you: "aye, ye’re alright, hen. get yer rest.."

•if you shift slightly in your sleep or start to stir, john will instinctively reach for your shoulder to steady you. his hand, large and calloused, will gently pat your arm or rub your back without a word, the kind of motion that’s familiar and comforting, like it’s second nature to him. he's been through so many missions, so many battles, but holding you close in this moment makes him feel like he’s got something real, something of his own worth protecting. his voice, usually loud and commanding, lowers to a soft hum. "you’ve earned yer sleep, lass."

•he’ll occasionally glance down at you as the helicopter rattles through the air, his gaze softening each time. he’ll probably mutter something like “i've got ye” under his breath, as if to remind you— and himself —that he's there for you, and nothing will harm you while he’s by your side.

•when you wake up, the helicopter’s interior has grown quieter, the hum of the blades a steady backdrop to your grogginess. soap’s arm is still around you, his presence grounding you as you come to your senses. he won’t make a fuss, but you’ll notice a subtle tenderness in his expression. "hope ye got a good rest,” he’ll say with a gentle grin, his usual cheeky tone a little more softened. "you’ll need it for what comes next."

david "hesh" walker

•hesh is a bit of a softie under his tough exterior, and he’d never admit it, but when you fall asleep on him, it’s like the world stops for him. his first reaction might be a slight chuckle, followed by him adjusting his position so you’re more comfortable, even if that means bending in ways that aren't easy for him. he's the kind of guy who’ll let you nap on him without a second thought, but he’ll occasionally glance down at you with this unreadable look in his eyes.

•he’s got this protective side that isn’t super obvious, but it’s there, and it’s in full force when you’re asleep on him. you’ll catch him softly muttering things like “yeah, we got this,” as though reassuring both of you. he’ll keep his movements minimal so you don’t wake up too soon— he knows the value of a good nap, especially in their line of work.

•if you stir in your sleep, he might smirk a little. “didn’t mean to make you move,” he’ll joke, but there’s a certain softness in his voice. when you wake up, you’ll catch him looking at you with a raised eyebrow and a small grin, almost like he’s trying to hide how much he cares. “you’re good, right?”

•if you seem restless, he’ll toss an arm over your shoulder to keep you close, offering the kind of silent comfort that comes naturally to him. "shh.. relax.. i'm right here, just shut your eyes." he’ll whisper, and you can tell he means it, running his fingers through your hair.

•kisses your forehead as you sleep. it's a silent action, one he knows you won't remember come your waking; but that's entirely the point.

derek "frost" westbrook

•frost is the type of guy who’ll act like he’s bothered, but deep down, he’s probably thrilled that you feel comfortable enough to fall asleep next to him. if you’re in a safe house, curled up on the couch or leaning against him, he’ll give you a look at first; but it’s not disapproving. instead, he’ll just throw his arm around you with a smirk, muttering, “you’re lucky i’m nice.” but there’s no malice in his words—he actually enjoys the company.

•he’ll give you a gentle nudge if you start to lean too much one way or another, trying to avoid you from slipping off or looking uncomfortable. his hand will rest on your head for a while, just making sure that you're alright. he’s not about to make a big deal out of it, but he does care about your well-being.

•if you wake up and look a little embarrassed, frost will throw a playful grin your way. “don’t worry about it. i got you.” his tone is light and teasing, but underneath that, there's a layer of genuine concern. if you get up or look restless, he might toss a blanket over you without saying anything, not because you need it, but because he knows it’s a small way to show that he’s there.

•second note: he loves pulling you against his chest, and tucking your head beneath his chin.

dipaolo

•dipaolo is a natural protector at heart, and when you fall asleep on him, he takes it very seriously. he’ll gently adjust his position so that you’re lying more comfortably, never rushing, never shifting too quickly. he’ll let you rest, even if the mission around him is still ongoing. he’s the type to give a quiet sigh, almost resigned, as though he’s just going to wait for you to finish resting so that he can do his job— or for the job to finish so that way he can hold you on the rest of the way back home.

•there’s a warmth to dipaolo that you don’t see from others. even if his eyes are sharp and always scanning the environment, he’ll subtly make sure you’re comfortable, maybe even offering to rub your back or neck if you seem stiff. "you look like you could use a little rest," he might murmur, though he won't push you to sleep more than you need, even though he thoroughly enjoys having you snagged to his side.

•if you're asleep on him, he knows where you are, always. simple solution; he won't have to worry.

•he’ll be the first to offer you food or a drink once you wake up, something to help you regain your energy, and he’ll do it without asking, always anticipating your needs. his gestures are simple but filled with care, whether it’s covering you with a blanket or making sure you’re hydrated.

•on the way back, he's ditched the seat belts, keeping you close to him.

elias walker

•elias is no stranger to tough situations, so when you fall asleep unexpectedly, he doesn’t make a fuss about it. he’ll simply let you rest, adjusting his position slightly so that he’s comfortable without disturbing you (he's not sacrificing his back for your sake). his protective instinct runs deep, and you can tell that he’s not just letting you nap for the sake of it— he’s watching over you.

•his usual calm demeanor doesn’t change when you’re near him, but there’s a quiet gentleness in his touch when he adjusts you or shifts his arm around you. elias is a man of few words, but if you wake up groggy or disoriented, he’ll be the one to reassure you. “rested now? we’ll be fine,” he’ll say simply.

•his favorite thing to do when you’re just beginning to wake up is tilt your chin up, and softly rub his thumb alongside your jaw. type of guy to rub the sleep out of your eyes for you, and then cradle your heavy head to his chest.

•elias might even hold you in his arms a little longer than necessary if you're restless, letting you find your peace, all while keeping an eye on the surroundings. his actions are silent but caring, a subtle contrast to his more intense nature.

enzo reyes

•enzo’s got a reputation for being a little rough around the edges, but when you're with him in a hunting blind, you start to see a different side—a side that’s way more soft and attentive than he lets on in other situations. as the two of you crouch in the quiet of the woods, waiting for the perfect shot, he notices you shift and yawn, clearly exhausted from the hours of stillness. you don't even realize when your head starts to droop, and before you know it, you’ve fallen asleep against him, your shoulder resting against his chest

•at first, enzo’s a little surprised, but then he lets out a small, affectionate chuckle, the kind that’s a mix of disbelief and fondness. "guess you couldn’t last much longer, huh?" he doesn’t want to wake you, though, especially not when the air is chilly and you look so peaceful leaning against him. so, he adjusts his position carefully, making sure you’re secure and don’t slip off the bench you’re sitting on.

•the longer you stay asleep, the more relaxed he gets. enzo's usual alertness fades, and instead, he settles into a more comfortable position, keeping one arm around you loosely, almost like it’s second nature for him to keep you close.

•you might shift a little in your sleep, mumbling a bit, but enzo just lets out a low chuckle and adjusts the collar of your jacket so it isn't choking you. his movements are careful and deliberate, trying not to wake you, and there’s a warmth in the way he holds you steady. he murmurs under his breath, “rest up, sweetheart. i've got this."

•enzo doesn’t let go of you immediately, when you wake up. he keeps his hand resting on your arm or back, rubbing it gently, his thumb brushing over your skin in a soft, almost absent-minded way. "you good now? you know, i don’t mind you napping here. i’m comfy, too."

erikson

•erikson is a bit of a contradiction—he’s gentle and charming, the kind of guy who makes you feel like you’re the only person in the room without ever needing to say it out loud. the moment you fall asleep next to him, he doesn’t see it as an inconvenience but an opportunity to be close to you. he’ll pull you towards him carefully, his arms wrapping around you with a tenderness that reflects his true nature. it’s almost like he’s afraid of being too rough, so he keeps his movements soft and considerate, ensuring you’re comfortable.

•you’ll find that erikson doesn’t try to control or possess in the way others might; instead, he settles into the moment with you, as if savoring the peace you bring. he might lean his head back against the armrest or wall, his eyes drifting shut, but always keeping you near, his fingers lightly brushing your skin as if he's memorizing every part of you. his touch is delicate, never forcing you to stay, but always making sure you feel secure and cared for.

•if you stir during your nap, he’s quick to adjust his position, making sure you’re still comfortable, maybe pulling you in closer just a little. his smile, soft and warm, will appear if you meet his gaze when you wake up. "you okay?" he’ll ask, his voice light but full of genuine concern. he’s not just asking because it’s polite; he wants to make sure you’re not just physically okay but that you feel safe and content in his arms.

•even if you’re not technically sleeping—just resting with your head on his shoulder or your hand in his— erikson’s presence is soothing. he doesn’t crowd you, doesn’t pressure you to be anything but comfortable in the moment. he simply enjoys being close to you, letting the calm wash over both of you.

•if you fall asleep completely, he’ll stay quiet, keeping his breathing steady so you can rest. his hand might gently stroke your hair or rest on your side, nothing too intense but enough to reassure you that he’s right there. he doesn’t need to be possessive or overwhelming— he’s secure in the fact that you trust him enough to fall asleep near him.

farah karim

•farah is all about strength and resilience, but when you fall asleep on her, a softer, sisterly side of her emerges. she doesn’t show it outright, but there’s a deep care in the way she handles the situation. if you’re leaning on her during a long night in the safe house, she won’t push you away or disturb you. instead, she adjusts her position carefully, making sure you’re comfortable without waking you up. she might drape an extra scarf or jacket over you if you start to shiver, murmuring quietly to herself about how you "never take care of yourself properly".

•if this happens during downtime on a mission, farah is quick to take on the role of protector. she’ll keep an eye on the surroundings, rifle resting across her knees, while letting you rest on her shoulder. she might sigh softly, shaking her head with a small, affectionate smile, as if you’re her little sibling she has to watch over. “you never know when to stop, do you?” she’ll whisper under her breath, though there’s no real frustration in her voice— just care.

•when you stir or wake up, farah’s expression is calm and reassuring. “you needed that,” she’ll say, her voice steady but warm, like an older sister who always knows what’s best. if you try to apologize, she’ll wave it off, giving you a firm but kind look. “don’t. you’ve been pushing yourself too hard. rest is just as important as the fight.”

•farah might tease you a little if the situation allows for it, but her words are always meant to encourage rather than scold. “don’t let the general catch you like this,” she’ll say with a raised eyebrow, but her smile gives away her affection. if you’re still groggy or upset when you wake, she’ll quietly offer some advice or comfort. “you don’t have to carry everything on your shoulders. i am here. let me help."

•by the time you’re fully awake, farah’s already back to being her composed, no-nonsense self, but the way she looks at you—steady, protective, and full of quiet affection—makes it clear that she’s got your back, no matter what. she treats you like family, always ready to stand by your side and make sure you’re okay, even if she doesn’t say it outright. you mean the world to her. more than you'll know.

frank woods

•woods is the kind of guy who'd act like he’s annoyed if you fell asleep on him, but deep down, he secretly enjoys it. he might grumble under his breath, but when you’re knocked out on him—whether it's in the back of a jeep or leaning against him in the safe house—he’ll stiffen for a moment before letting you settle in. woods doesn't do vulnerability well, so having someone depend on him like this is a rare moment for him, and he’s reluctant to admit it, even to himself.

•his rough exterior doesn’t mask the care he’s quietly showing. he’ll gruffly put his arm around you, making a big show out of it, making sure you stay in place, but it’s not just out of duty. he’s also making sure you’re comfortable, though he won’t ever say it. if you wake up, you might find him looking at you with an eyebrow raised and a smirk. “that comfortable, huh?” he’ll tease, but underneath it is a hint of softness in his voice that he doesn't often display.

•he might? throw a jacket over you or offer a blanket if he sees you shivering, all while muttering under his breath about not letting the mission go to hell (but, he's the type that as soon as you fall asleep, he's cracking his extra handwarmers and slipping them into your gloves, and into your boots). woods is a man of action, so when you fall asleep on him, he makes sure you’re safe and protected—even if he’s still grumbling about how inconvenient it is. “ain’t no one gonna get you while you’re asleep on me,” he’ll mutter, though the sentiment is clear.

•if you wake up in the middle of a tense situation, you’ll see him scanning the area with a sharp focus, his protective instincts on full display, but when he catches your eye, he’ll give you a wink and an assurance: “we’re good.”

•nonchalant, but the most caring of out them all, by far

gary "roach" sanderson

•roach doesn’t say a word when your head drifts onto his shoulder in the back of the humvee. the engine hums softly, the tires crunching over dirt roads, and the faint chatter from the team up front fills the air. he freezes for a split second, caught off guard, but quickly adjusts himself so you’re more comfortable. his body language softens in a way only those close to him would notice—shoulders relaxing, his posture slightly leaning toward you to provide more support.

•he’s not one for grand gestures, but his care is in the details. roach tugs his sweater off and drapes it over you, careful not to jostle you too much. he doesn’t mind the cold seeping through his shirt if it means you’re warm. his hand hovers for a moment, debating whether to brush the stray hair out of your face. instead, he settles for tucking the sweater collar closer around your neck to keep the draft out.

•the others might glance back and chuckle at the sight, but roach ignores them completely, his focus entirely on you. he’s silent, as always, but the way he keeps still—despite the bumps and jolts of the humvee—speaks louder than words. every movement is calculated, making sure you can rest without interruption. he doesn't want you to wake up.

•when you stir a little in your sleep, maybe shifting or mumbling, he tilts his head slightly to check on you. there’s no dramatic display, just a quiet vigilance, his gaze flickering between you and the terrain outside. if the vehicle jerks or lurches too hard, his arm instinctively comes up to steady you, his gloved hand resting lightly against your shoulder to keep you from slipping.

•when you wake up, blinking groggily and maybe a little humiliated by the reality, roach doesn’t make a big deal out of it. he doesn’t say anything, just gives a small nod and a faint, understanding smile. his sweater stays draped over you until you hand it back, and even then, he doesn’t let you apologize. he simply takes it, shrugs it back on, and taps your arm lightly before resuming his quiet watch.

•for roach, actions always speak louder than words. you won’t catch him teasing or making a fuss, but the way he lets you rest on him—how he adjusts to make sure you’re safe and comfortable—shows just how deeply he cares in his quiet, unassuming way.

general shepherd

•shepherd’s got a lot on his plate, so when you unexpectedly fall asleep on him, it’s not something he’s used to. he’s far more accustomed to being the one calling the shots than being in a position where someone is leaning on him for comfort. however, when you do, he takes it with a stoic expression, still sitting straight-backed like a military leader should, but his gaze softens for a moment as he watches over you.

•he’ll take a deep breath, continuing to keep an eye on the situation, his mind constantly working through plans and contingencies. but when it’s just the two of you, and you’re asleep on him in his office, he allows himself to relax, just a little. shepherd won’t disturb you, letting you sleep while he keeps his vigil over the room or the window. he’s not one for outward displays of affection, but you’ll find that his protective instinct runs deep, and he quietly ensures that you’re safe and secure.

•if you wake up and find him still there, he’ll just nod in acknowledgment. “we’re still good,” he’ll say flatly, though there’s an unusual calmness in his voice. shepherd isn’t one for pleasantries, but his subtle care comes through in these moments when you’re least expecting it.

•if you seem stressed or worried when you wake, he might offer a few words of encouragement, his tone more fatherly than commanding: “you're fine. come here." he pats between your shoulderblades, rubbing his hand up and down your spine as he works on some extended paperwork that's overdue.

•still an asshole at heart, though.

gabriel t. rorke

•when you fall asleep on rorke, he doesn’t make a big fuss about it, but you can bet he notices. if you’re on a couch or somewhere relatively quiet, he’s the type to pull you into his lap without a word, letting you settle against him while he leans back and continues whatever he’s doing—usually watching TV or lighting up a cigarette. his arm naturally falls around your waist, holding you in place like it’s the most natural thing in the world. he doesn’t mind the weight of you resting on him; if anything, he seems to like it.

•as you sleep, he’ll occasionally glance down at you, his expression unreadable but with a hint of something softer than his usual tough exterior. he might absentmindedly run his fingers along your arm or brush a hand over your hair, his touch surprisingly gentle for someone who carries so much darkness with him.

•if you start to stir or move in your sleep, he won’t say much, but he’ll adjust you without waking you up—propping your head against his chest or tucking you closer into him. the glow of his cigarette and the low sound of the TV fill the space, but his focus is split between what’s on the screen and making sure you’re still comfortable.

•if you wake up, his reaction depends on the mood. he might smirk down at you and say something teasing, like, “you always this needy?” but the way he holds onto you even after you’ve woken up tells you he doesn’t mind in the slightest. if you apologize for dozing off, he’ll scoff and shake his head, taking a slow drag of his cigarette. “don’t sweat it,” he’ll say casually, his voice low and gravelly. “not like i had anywhere else to be.”

•rorke might not be the overly sentimental type, but in moments like this, he’s surprisingly accommodating. he likes having you close, even if he doesn’t always say it outright. the way he keeps you secure in his lap, one hand resting protectively on your hip, shows that beneath the hardened exterior, there’s a part of him that relishes in your trust and closeness.

james ramirez

•ramirez isn’t used to this. he’s always been the guy working alone, the silent operator who keeps his head down and his rifle up. so, when you come along, leaning against him during the quiet moments of a post-watch, trusting him enough to fall asleep on his side, he doesn’t know how to process it at first. gor a split second, he freezes, his brain running through a hundred scenarios, none of which included this.

•but as the seconds tick by, he adjusts—just like he’s always done. ramirez doesn’t move a muscle, his breathing slow and measured, knowing even the smallest shift might wake you. you’re tucked against him, and the chill of the night air doesn’t seem to bother him anymore. without thinking, he lets his body warmth do the work, keeping you steady and warm while the cold tries to creep in. his arms remain loose but ready, just in case anything stirs in the distance, his focus now split between his surroundings and you.

•he doesn’t say a word—he wouldn’t dare break the calm. but his thoughts are racing, wondering why you trusted him of all people to let your guard down like this. it’s foreign to him, but not unwelcome. ramirez adjusts the angle of his shoulder ever so slightly, ensuring your head isn’t at an awkward tilt, his movements precise and deliberate. his gloves are off, resting beside him, and though he’s tempted to place a hand on your shoulder to steady you, he keeps his discipline. for now, his proximity will have to do.

•every sound in the distance feels sharper, his eyes scanning the darkness with even more vigilance than usual. if anyone or anything comes close, they’ll have to go through him first. he feels the slight rise and fall of your breathing against him, a quiet reminder that, for once, someone sees him as more than just a soldier. he refuses to let go of that.

•when you stir slightly in your sleep, he glances down, watching your face for any signs of discomfort. he shifts ever so slightly to keep you comfortable, his voice barely audible when he mutters, “it’s alright... i’ve got you.” he knows you probably can’t hear him, but it feels like the right thing to say.

•by the time you wake, ramirez hasn’t moved an inch (bro is 🗿). he glances at you, his expression unreadable at first, but there’s a flicker of warmth in his eyes. he doesn’t make a big deal out of it—he wouldn’t know how—but there’s a soft, almost hesitant tone when he asks, “sleep okay?” it’s not much, but for someone who’s used to being alone, it’s everything.

john "soap" mactavish

•soap doesn’t just tolerate you falling asleep on him—he absolutely thrives on it. when you drift off, curled into his side, he doesn’t hesitate to make you as comfortable as possible. you’re on the couch in the safe house, wrapped up in a couple of old, mismatched blankets he found, with his arm securely around your shoulders. his other hand holds a steaming mug of coffee, and his fingers idly trace soothing patterns along your arm as you snooze. he looks completely at ease, even as the rest of the team bustles around.

• “look at this one, proper knocked out,” he’ll say to kyle, grinning wide as he leans back, shifting slightly to pull you closer. “must be my charm, eh? can’t resist relaxin’ when ol’ siap’s about.” he’s not shy (at all) about showing how much he loves having you close; in fact, he basks in it. he’s practically beaming, his voice warm with affection as he chats with the grin of a fox who'd just gotten into the henhouse.

•if anyone comments, he’s quick with a cheeky retort. “aye, they know who’s the comfiest bloke in the room. jealous, gaz?” he’ll quip, but there’s no hiding the pride in his tone. he doesn’t care what anyone thinks—if anything, he’s thrilled to show off how comfortable you feel around him. it's like bragging rights, but tenfold.

•if you stir or shift in your sleep, he’s immediately attentive, pulling the blanket tighter around you and leaning down to check on you. “shh, you’re alright,” he murmurs softly, his scottish brogue low and soothing. “go back tae sleep, love. i’ve got ye.”

•when you eventually wake up, soap greets you with the biggest smile, his blue eyes sparkling. “mornin’, sunshine. sleep well?” he teases, but his tone is so full of warmth that it’s impossible to be embarrassed. he’ll ruffle your hair gently and nudge the coffee mug toward you. “-'ere, take a sip. you’ve earned it.”

•soap loves these moments of quiet intimacy, where he gets to dote on you in his own affectionate, unapologetic way.

keegan p. russ

•keegan’s possessiveness is immediate the moment he feels your weight leaning against him. if you start dozing off next to him, he doesn’t just let you fall asleep on his shoulder—he pulls you fully into his arms, shifting you until you’re sitting in his lap, wrapped up in his hold. his arms are firm around you, one hand resting protectively on your waist while the other cradles your head against his chest. it's as if he’s daring the world to come and disturb this rare, intimate moment.

•he doesn’t care where you are—in the safe house, out in the field, or even in a damn helicopter. the second you relax against him, you’re his, and no one else is allowed near you. if anyone so much as glances your way, keegan’s icy stare is enough to send them backing off. “she’s fine,” he’ll mutter curtly, his tone making it clear that no one is to interfere.

•keegan’s movements are calculated to keep you comfortable, and he’s surprisingly gentle despite his rough exterior. he’ll adjust your position slightly, making sure you’re fully supported while still nestled securely in his embrace. his gloved hand will stroke lightly over your back or your hair, a quiet, soothing gesture that feels incredibly intimate coming from him. if you stir or mumble something in your sleep, his voice drops low, barely above a whisper, “shh, i’ve got you.”

•when you’re asleep in his arms, keegan lets his usual guard down, his intense eyes softening as he watches over you. this is one of the few times he allows himself to be vulnerable, holding you close like you’re the most precious thing in his world. and you are—to him, you’re more than his teammate; you’re his to protect, his to care for, his everything.

•if you wake up, his grip doesn’t loosen—if anything, it tightens slightly, as if he’s reluctant to let you go. “stay,” he’ll murmur, his voice low and gravelly, almost pleading. there’s a possessiveness in his tone, but it’s layered with so much love and devotion that it feels more protective than controlling. he won’t let you leave his lap until he’s absolutely sure you’re fully rested and okay.

•keegan might not say much, but his actions speak volumes. the way he holds you, shields you from the world, and refuses to let anyone else near you—all of it screams that you’re his, and he won’t let anything or anyone take you away from him.

kick

•kick is the kind of guy who would instantly notice when you're starting to drift off, and his protective instincts kick in before anything else. the moment you start leaning on him, he moves, pulling you closer until you’re fully in his arms, practically cradled against his chest. there’s a possessive edge to how he holds you—like a lion, keeping its cub safe. he doesn’t care if anyone notices; all that matters is you’re his, and you’re safe in his grasp. bro adores you more than his ego will ever let him say.

•his arms are firm and unyielding, ensuring you’re not going anywhere. if you make the mistake of shifting or trying to move, he’s quick to pull you right back, his hold becoming even tighter. there’s a low, almost inaudible grumble that escapes his throat if anyone dares to look your way, a quiet warning that you belong to him, and anyone else is unwelcome. he's not a man to hesitate instigating.

•if you- or when you start to fall deeper into sleep, kick is the type to softly hum or whisper comforting words in your ear, keeping the atmosphere calm and soothing. he might tell you, “rest, i've got you,” his voice quiet but heavy with affection, the type of words that let you know you’re more than just a teammate—you’re someone he’s fiercely protective of.

•when you wake up, he doesn’t let go right away. his grip is still tight, and his eyes soften as he looks down at you, taking in the rare vulnerability you’ve shown him. “you good?” he’ll ask, his voice rough but filled with genuine care. his arms loosen only enough to let you breathe, but if you try to move away, he’s quick to pull you back in.

könig

•könig freezes when you first fall asleep on him, unsure of what to do. the massive austrian, already awkward in social situations, is completely out of his element when you’re nestled up against him. but it doesn’t take long for his protective instincts to kick in. alowly, carefully, könig adjusts you so that you’re more comfortable, pulling you against his chest like a shield around you. his sheer size envelops you, and he lets out a deep, steadying breath as he realizes how much he likes having you this close.

•he’s hyper-aware of his surroundings, keeping an eye on everything with an almost predatory focus. no one else is allowed to come near while you’re in his arms—not a teammate, not even a passing glance from a civilian. if someone approaches, könig shifts slightly, his presence alone enough to send a clear message: stay back. he doesn’t even need to speak; his imposing figure and the protective way he cradles you say it all.

•he’s surprisingly gentle with you, his gloved hand resting lightly on your shoulder or softly brushing over your hair. every movement is deliberate, careful not to wake you. if you murmur or shift in your sleep, könig might quietly murmur something in german, his voice deep and soothing, though you can’t quite make out the words.

•if you wake up and try to move, könig gently tightens his hold on you, his voice low and filled with quiet urgency. “stay a little longer,” he’ll say, almost shyly, though his grip is firm. he’s not ready to let you go, not when you look so peaceful and vulnerable in his arms.

•you’re his anchor, and he doesn’t care if the rest of the world sees it. when you’re asleep on him, könig’s softer side shines through, though it’s buried beneath his usual stoicism and protective nature.

kyle "gaz" garrick

•gaz is caught off guard at first, but he adapts quickly, a soft grin spreading across his face as you drift off against him. whether it’s in the privacy of his quarters, or lounging in the common room, he instinctively shifts to make you more comfortable, leaning back slightly and draping an arm around you. he doesn’t mind being your pillow; in fact, he finds it endearing that you trust him enough to let your guard down like this.

•gaz is naturally calm and easygoing, so he doesn’t make a big deal out of it. he’ll glance around to make sure no one’s about to interrupt, but he doesn’t get territorial. if someone makes a comment, he’ll just flash them a cheeky grin and shrug, his eyes soft as they flick back to you. “what can i say? she’s got good taste,” he’ll joke lightly, but there’s a quiet protectiveness in his tone.

•as you sleep, he’ll absentmindedly rub small circles into your back or run a hand through your hair, his touch gentle and soothing. he doesn’t wake you, knowing how important rest is, especially during missions. if anyone needs him, they can wait; right now, his priority is making sure you’re okay.

•when you wake up, gaz greets you with an easy smile, his brown eyes warm. “good nap?” he teases, his voice light and playful. If you apologize for falling asleep on him, he just chuckles, shaking his head. “don’t worry about it, love. you looked like you needed it.”

logan walker

•logan’s love for you is quiet but deep, and when you fall asleep near him, he can’t help but draw you closer. the second you start dozing off, he gently shifts you into his arms, making sure you’re comfortable with a sense of natural care. he doesn’t let you go, pulling you against him in a way that feels protective yet soft. the moment you’re nestled against him, he starts brushing his fingers through your hair, the gesture almost instinctual, like a reassurance to both of you.

•as you rest against him, logan’s movements are gentle but deliberate, making sure you feel safe in his hold. his fingers glide through your hair, combing through it slowly as if savoring the moment. he could do this for hours without a word, but you’ll feel the way his touch speaks volumes—calming, soothing, and possessive in the most comforting way. he loves feeling you relax in his arms.

•if anyone dares to approach, logan’s sharp eyes are already on them. he doesn’t need to say a word; his silent warning is enough. he brushes your hair again, this time with a little more firmness in the motion, as if reaffirming that you belong to him in this moment.

•when you wake up, his first action is usually to smooth your hair back, a small, soft smile appearing on his face as his fingers trail over the strands. "rest easy?" he’ll ask, his voice low and warm, the hint of affection clear in his tone. he’s always so careful with you, never wanting to wake you too suddenly.

•if you start to pull away, he holds you closer. “hey, what's the rush?” he’ll murmur, his fingers continuing to stroke through your hair as if the simple act grounds him. the possessive side of him is subtle, but it’s there in how he refuses to let go. when you’re asleep in his arms, you’re his, and he’s not letting anyone take that from him.

mace

•mace is tough, no doubt, but he’s a sucker for moments like this. the second you fall asleep on him, his tough exterior melts, and he pulls you closer like he’s shielding you from the world. mace isn’t the type to be soft in front of others, but when it’s just you two, he becomes surprisingly affectionate.

•whether you’re in the middle of a mission or chilling in a safe house, mace holds you with a sort of possessive tenderness, like he can’t bear the thought of anyone else getting too close to you. his grip on you is tight, possessive, but he’s careful, not wanting to hurt you. if you start to stir, he’ll press you back into him, a low grunt escaping his lips as he secures you in place.

•when you wake up, you’ll find him staring down at you, that mix of love and possessiveness in his eyes. “you’ve got to stop falling asleep on me like this,” he’ll say, but there’s no real irritation—only affection, the kind of unspoken care he doesn’t know how to show.

•if you try to move, mace’s arm is already there, gently pulling you back. “i’m not done holding you yet,” he’ll grumble, as if the thought of letting you go for even a second doesn’t sit well with him.

•side note, he loves tracing his fingers over your hands. when you're awake, he'll guide your fingers up to trace against his alligator scars. he loves the lazy swipe of your fingers against him. it's a sort of satisfaction.

marcus burns

•marcus doesn’t waste any time when you start to doze off. the second you lean against him, he’s pulling you into his chest, his arms wrapping around you with the force of someone who’s not willing to share. he doesn’t say much, but there’s an undeniable possessiveness in the way he holds you, his grip firm and reassuring.

•when you’re asleep, he stays perfectly still, making sure you’re comfortable but also staying hyper-aware of everything around him. it’s like he’s simultaneously watching over you and protecting you from the rest of the world. if anyone dares to get too close, his glare alone is enough to send them away, and he’ll mutter something under his breath about how “you’re with him, and that’s that.”

• when wake up, he’ll be there, his arms still wrapped around you. “you good?” he’ll ask, the roughness of his voice softened just enough to let you know he cares. if you try to move closer, he’ll pull you in as close as possible, refusing to let you go easily.

•there’s a quiet, protective energy around marcus, and when you fall asleep on him, it’s his way of showing you that you belong to him in the most unspoken, but very real, way possible.

marcus "lerch" ortega

•marcus is a greedily possessive guy through and through, and when you fall asleep on him, he lets it be known. he’ll pull you into his lap or his arms and hold you close, his large frame making you feel completely shielded from the outside world. his hands rest possessively on your back, one hand occasionally brushing your hair or running across your shoulders in soothing strokes, but it’s clear he’s not letting anyone get too close to you.

•if you start to stir or try to shift away, marcus isn’t having it. he pulls you back to him, his grip tightening as he mutters, “stay put, sweetheart.” he doesn’t say it like an order, but the possessiveness is unmistakable in his tone. you’re his responsibility now, and he’s not letting go.

•when you wake up, you’ll find him watching over you, his face softening when your eyes open. “you’re alright. resting’s good for you,” he’ll murmur, his words laced with a quiet affection he doesn’t always show. he’ll let you sit up, but you’ll see the reluctance in his eyes as you try to leave his embrace.

•if you try to stand, he’ll grab your wrist, tugging you back with a gentle but firm motion. “no, stay right here with me.” his possessiveness might come off strong, but there’s an undeniable love behind it.

•kisses your forehead when you settle back in.

nikolai belinski

•you don't exactly fall asleep against him.

•nikolai is a grouchy, no-nonsense kind of guy, but when you fall asleep in his hangar, he can’t bring himself to scold you for it. the first time he notices you slumped against some nearby crates, he sighs loudly, muttering to himself about how you’ve managed to fall asleep in his domain. still, he doesn’t wake you up. instead, he grumbles under his breath as he carefully scoops you up, holding you tightly against his chest as if you’re the most fragile thing he’s ever handled—even though he’d never admit that out loud.

•he finds a spot among the chaos of the hangar and sits down, pulling you into his lap without a second thought. his arms are firm and unyielding around you, holding you so tightly it’s as if he’s trying to shield you from the cold metal surroundings. as much as he grumbles about it, there’s a protective possessiveness to how he holds you, his chin occasionally brushing the top of your head. “what are you doing falling asleep here?” he mutters softly, though there’s no real bite to his words.

•while you sleep, nikolai refuses to move, sitting there like a solid fortress. he doesn’t bother pretending to be gentle—he’s all rough edges and gruff care, but the way he keeps his arms around you, ensuring you’re warm and safe, says everything. if anyone happens to wander into the hangar and see the two of you, nikolai is quick to bark at them to leave, his glare sharp and unrelenting. “out. now,” he growls, his grip tightening protectively around you.

•when you stir awake, his first instinct isn’t to let go but to hold you even closer, as if to make sure you’re still there. “finally awake, hm? took you long enough,” he says with a smirk, his voice teasing but layered with a gruff affection that he can’t quite hide. he brushes a few stray strands of hair from your face, his touch rough but careful, like he’s still figuring out how to handle you.

•if you try to get up, nikolai won’t let you go right away. his arms tighten around you as he grumbles, “stay put for a bit. you’re not going anywhere yet.” his voice is gruff, but there’s a quiet warmth behind it, the kind that makes you realize just how much he cares. even in his grouchy, no-frills way, nikolai’s possessiveness is clear—when you fall asleep in his hangar, you’re his, and he’s not letting you go

•makes you wait until he's finished working on his helicopter- giving you the small assignment of handing him small tools, just so later, he can easily pull you back into his arms.

nikto

•nikto’s first reaction when you fall asleep on him is a sharp exhale, the kind that conveys his usual grouchy frustration. he glances down at you, frowning slightly as your head rests on his shoulder. “you’ve got to be kidding me,” he mutters under his breath, eyes flicking back to the road ahead. he’s on a mission, not a leisurely drive—and here you are, completely oblivious to the world, using him as a pillow.

•he wants to be annoyed—really, he does—but there’s a part of him that softens in spite of himself. he shifts in his seat, trying to adjust without waking you. It’s not exactly comfortable for him, but he’s not heartless enough to shove you away. his hand flexes on the wheel, the other twitching slightly like he’s debating whether to push you off or pull you closer.

•“you’re lucky I’m not throwing you out of the fucking truck,” he grumbles, but his tone lacks any real malice. there’s a pause as he glances at you again, and with a resigned sigh, he carefully maneuvers one arm to rest across your lap, anchoring you to him in case the ride gets bumpy. it’s a subtle but protective gesture, even if he’d never admit it out loud.

•if the mission goes long and someone radios in, nikto is quick to shut them down. “i'm handling it. don’t bother me,” he snaps, his voice sharp and irritated. he keeps his answers short and clipped, making it clear he doesn’t want anyone interrupting this rare moment.

•when you stir, nikto tenses slightly, his grouchy exterior snapping back into place. “you awake now? good. about time,” he says, his voice gruff, though there’s a flicker of something softer in his eyes as he glances your way. he doesn’t say anything about the fact that you were leaning on him, but the way his hand briefly lingers on your arm before returning to the wheel speaks volumes.

•if you apologize or try to explain, he cuts you off. “don’t. just stay awake next time,” he grumbles, but there’s no real bite to his words. his hand brushes against your knee for a moment, grounding you both in the present. beneath all the gruffness and irritation, nikto’s protectiveness shines through in small, subtle ways that speak louder than any words he’d dare say.

phillip graves

•graves is the kind of man who can’t help but smirk when you fall asleep on him. he leans back in his chair or against the couch, letting you settle against his chest like you belong there—which, to him, you absolutely do. his arm snakes around you, holding you securely as he tips his hat back slightly, giving anyone nearby a look that screams, don’t even think about interrupting.

•as you sleep, graves doesn’t just sit still—he watches you, his sharp eyes softening as they trace the peaceful expression on your face. he’s got that southern charm in spades, and it comes out even in the way he gently brushes a strand of hair from your face, his touch light and deliberate. “damn, sweetheart ’,” he mutters under his breath, a low chuckle escaping him. “could’ve at least warned me you were gonna knock me out like this.”

•when it’s time to wake you, graves doesn’t bother with something as boring as words. instead, he leans in close, his lips brushing against your forehead first—soft and slow, testing the waters. then, he moves to your temple, your cheek, and finally, your lips, his kisses warm and lingering enough to pull you from your dreams. “rise and shine, darlin'.” he drawls, his voice low and teasing, but there’s a genuine affection beneath it.

•he’s absolutely grinning when your eyes flutter open, looking at you like you’re the best thing he’s seen all day. “mornin’, sunshine,” he teases, his southern drawl thick and playful. “you were out like a light. couldn’t help myself— you’re just too damn cute when you’re sleepin’.” his fingers trail along your jawline as he speaks, his touch lazy but deliberate, like he’s got all the time in the world to focus on you.

•if you try to pull away, which, i would too girl, graves just tightens his hold, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “now, where do you think you’re goin’? you just woke up. stay here a little longer—can’t let you run off after leavin’ me like that.” there’s no real protest in his tone, just that teasing, possessive edge that makes it clear he’s not letting you go until he’s had his fill of holding you.

•he’ll keep teasing you the entire time, but it’s all underpinned by genuine love. and when you finally manage to pull away, you can still feel the ghost of his kisses lingering on your skin, a reminder that graves never does anything halfway—especially not when it comes to you.

rodolfo "rudy" parra

•the moment you start to drift off on him, rudy’s first instinct is to adjust himself so you’re more comfortable. he’s a gentle soul at heart, and his natural charm shines through even in moments like this. he carefully shifts you against his chest, his arms wrapping around you securely but not possessively. he cradles you like you’re the most precious thing in his world, his touch featherlight but steady.

•rudy isn’t the type to get overly territorial or possessive—he’s too tender for that, knows you can hold your own —but he does make sure that nothing disturbs you. if anyone comes near, he simply gives them a small, polite shake of his head and a reassuring smile, silently asking for peace for the both of you.

•as you sleep, rudy finds himself relaxing too, the soft rhythm of your breathing lulling him into a sense of calm. eventually, he settles back, letting himself rest alongside you. his head tilts slightly to rest against yours, and his hand absentmindedly strokes gentle circles on your back, the motion soothing for both of you.

•rudy hums quietly under his breath, the melody something familiar and comforting. it’s not loud enough to wake you but enough to fill the silence in a way that feels warm and intimate. it’s one of those rare moments where he lets himself enjoy the simple joy of just being with you, no mission, no chaos—just peace.

•when you wake up, rudy is still there, his eyes half-lidded with sleep but full of warmth as he looks at you. “you’re awake,” he says softly, his voice rich with affection. “i guess we both needed that, hm?” his smile is small but genuine, a glimpse of the quiet love he has for you

simon "ghost" riley

•when you fall asleep next to simon, it's a calm, quiet kind of intimacy that doesn’t need any grand gestures. he’s the type to let you rest without making a fuss, keeping his focus on his own tasks. he might be reading a book or going over some intel, but there's a subtle shift in his behavior the moment you fall asleep next to him. he adjusts slightly, making sure you’re comfortable but not doing it in an overly obvious way—he just wants you to be settled, and he’s more than willing to make small changes to ensure that.

•his hand, though, tells a different story. as you sleep, it’ll find its way to your thigh, fingers gently brushing along the fabric of your clothes in a way that’s more soothing than anything else. it’s not possessive, not in the way some others might be, but it's a protective kind of touch—a way for him to silently reassure himself that you're right there, safe in his presence.

•he won’t stop reading or working, but there’s a quiet attentiveness in his gaze whenever he looks up from the pages. his eyes will drift to you now and then, checking that you’re still okay, maybe adjusting the way he’s holding you, or if you shift, making sure you’re still comfortable. he’s not going to wake you up or disturb your rest, but he’ll keep an eye on you, ensuring that no one and nothing gets too close.

•when you wake up, you might notice how his gaze softens a little when you stir, but he’ll stay silent for a moment before offering a subtle smile. “you sleep okay?” he’ll ask in that low, gravelly voice of his, his eyes scanning you for any sign that you’re not alright. his hand won’t leave your thigh right away, not unless you shift or try to get up, and even then, there’s a reluctance to let you go. he’ll ease you out of his embrace gently, not wanting to disturb the peace, but his focus will always linger on you in a way that says you’re safe, you’re his priority, and nothing will disturb this calm while you’re here.

vladimir makarov

•makarov is a man who doesn’t do affection easily—he’s cold, calculating, and distant. however, when you fall asleep near him, especially with your head resting on his shoulder, it’s a rare moment where you see a different side of him. he doesn’t immediately pull away or brush you off; instead, he allows you to settle into the space he’s made for you, though he’s not about to offer more than that. there’s an unspoken message in the way he lets you rest—he’s not a man who is overly touchy, but he trusts you enough to let your head rest on his shoulder.

•his arms 100% stay at his sides, and he won’t pull you in closer, nor will he cuddle you—he’s simply allowing you this brief moment of peace. his posture remains rigid, not exactly relaxed, but it’s as though he’s guarding you in this silent way. the fact that he doesn’t push you away is a significant gesture on his part.

•if you stir or adjust, makarov will remain still, though his gaze might shift to make sure you’re still comfortable. there’s no rush to move you, but also no soft caress or comforting touch. he doesn’t do that. instead, his presence alone is solid and reassuring. you might feel the slight tension in his body, a constant reminder of who he is, but there’s also something oddly protective in the way he lets you stay close.

•when you wake up, his eyes will meet yours—sharp, calculating, but also with an understanding that, in this moment, you were able to let your guard down with him. he might not say much, but there’s a flicker of something in his gaze that tells you he’s content with this quiet moment. “rested?” he might ask, his tone neutral, but the way he says it suggests more than simple curiosity.

velikan

•velikan is a man whose size and strength are intimidating, but when you fall asleep on him, his rough exterior falls away just a bit. he’s not the type to let anyone close easily, but with you, he’s different. when you settle next to him, his massive arms wrap around you without hesitation, drawing you closer to him. his embrace is protective, solid, and there’s a comfort in it that you won’t find with anyone else.

•velikan’s hold is gentle, despite his intimidating presence. he doesn’t crowd you, but he doesn’t let go either. his body is warm, and his heartbeat steady, acting as an anchor for you as you rest. if anyone were to dare approach, his gaze alone would send them away, but he doesn’t need to say anything—his protective nature speaks volumes.

•if you wake up or shift, velikan’s grip will tighten slightly, almost as if to say, don’t go anywhere. he’s not about to let you leave so soon. when you stir, he’ll remain quiet, his eyes watching you with an unreadable expression. he’ll make sure you’re comfortable again before you fully wake up, adjusting you if necessary.

•when you do wake, belikan’s presence remains, unwavering. he’s still holding you, still close, and he doesn’t seem in any hurry to let you go. “sleep well?” he’ll ask in his deep voice, though there’s no rush for you to answer. he simply wants you to know that if you need more time to rest, he’ll give it to you without question.

vance

•vance is a surprisingly relaxed guy when it comes to moments like this. when you fall asleep near him, he doesn’t fight it or pull away—he simply adjusts, pulling you in a little closer, letting you rest without hesitation. he’ll shift his posture so you’re more comfortable, making sure you’re tucked against him in a way that feels natural. his arms, though strong, are surprisingly gentle as he pulls you into his side.

•there’s a tenderness to vance that you just don’t see often. when you stir or adjust, he’s quick to make sure you’re still settled, and if anyone dares to interrupt the moment, vance’s expression is enough to send them walking away. he doesn’t say much, but his quiet presence is more than enough to make you feel safe.

•if you wake up, vance won’t pull away right away; he’ll just let you stretch out, and he’ll give you a casual smile. “how you feeling?” he’ll ask with a warm chuckle, his voice light and reassuring. there’s no pressure to get up, and if you just want to rest a little longer, he won’t complain.

•kisses your cheek, brushing your hair out of your face.

[konakoro]

I adore the Welcome to Raccoon City Leon. Absolute pathetic wet rag of a man. Can't do anything right. No respect. Zero thoughts. Still has amazing hair. I love him, this is how Leon should be

[miniimight]

3AM sukuna underestimated just how much sleep he'd lose after having a kid (dad!sukuna x fem!reader)

the soft pitter patter of your baby's feet was enough to alert his senses. he didn't move—didn't even open his eyes—but his ears were tuned to the sound of your daughter's heavy breathing and the occasional babble.

he could hear her fiddle with the drawer handles, a soft rumble causing her to hum as she pulled the drawer out. a thud meant she bumped into it as she drew closer, messing around with the paper and cords inside.

he peeked one eye open. you were fast asleep beside him, and he was inclined to keep it that way. he didn't like to see his woman exhausted and seconds away from falling flat on her face because his little girl was, apparently, nocturnal.

"mama." she huffed as she finally turned her attention to the bed, fussing as she attempted to climb up.

he sighed. that was his cue.

he groaned as he rolled over, peering over your resting body at his daughter. she paused for a second, staring up at him with those shiny eyes that reminded him so much of you.

he raised an eyebrow.

she ignored his judgement and bounced in place, stretching her arms out to be picked up. "mama."

"mama's sleeping." he grumbled.

oh. oh, no. she didn't like that. she pouted, eyebrows furrowing in what seemed to be anger. her fingers curled into tiny fists and sukuna's lips twitched upwards in amusement. how adorable.

"mama." she said more adamantly.

he glared right back. "if you're coming back up here, you're gonna go to sleep."

whether she understood or not, she kept fussing to be picked up. he rolled his eyes and scooped her into his arms, rolling onto his back. baby was on his chest, leaning up so that she was sitting upright.

sukuna held onto her back, in case she toppled over and fell over like the bobblehead she was. "lie down."

"no." she chirped, looking out the window at the moon against the midnight blue.

"sleep."

"no."

he scrunched up his face. his life was much easier before she learned that word.

growing bored of the night sky, your baby rolled off sukuna's chest, scooting her way through the mess of sheets over to you. she glanced back at him as if to see if he was watching.

he gave her a look, observing her carefully. "don't you wake her up," he warned, propping his head up by his elbow.

her round eyes showed no trace of acknowledgment before she turned back to face you. there was a pause before her hand lifted in the air.

"okay." he sighed, catching the tiny hand in his before she slapped you awake. "come on."

she whined, writhing in his grip as he pulled her off the bed by the leg, dangling her in front of his face. "you really are little menace, aren't you?" he scoffed, flipping her over and holding her just like you taught him to.

she just babbled as her finger pulled at her mouth, the other hand resting on his shoulder.

he dragged his feet out the bedroom, into the kitchen. "what is it that you want, hm?" he rifled through the cupboards and pantry tiredly. "want a cookie?"

she squealed happily and pat his shoulder, a good enough answer for him to pull the package out. he dropped onto the couch, handing her one.

she nibbled on it, the chocolate staining her hands and mouth. he watched her fondly. to think he'd have a child of his own still confused him to this day. for all his wrongs, he must have done something right.

"wan' one?" she slurred, holding up the half-spit cookie to him.

"...no." he said plainly, though he did pick up a new cookie and took a bite out of it. might as well, he thought.

his eyes drooped until he felt his cookie being snatched out of his hand, replaced by the spitty cookie with most of its icing dug off.

"daddy take that one." she giggled, feasting upon her new cookie.

sukuna... what could he do? he ate that thing.

when you woke up the morning after, you just shook your head at the sight—your daughter resting on your husband's chest, cookie crumbs and chocolate smears all over the both of them. fast asleep. sugar coma.

you saved that picture for later <3

© miniimight ! thanks for reading <3

[hyunebunx]

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ⏖ ’ early morning moments with skz !

⁺ 𖹭 . genre: fluff! jisung's a tiny bit suggestive

⁺ 𖹭 . a/n: since i've done late night moments with them, i think it's only fitting i write this as well! enjoyy <33 pls let me know your thoughts by reblogging or leaving a comment <3 (inspired by some of these prompts <3)

𝜗୧ chan 𝜗୧

You’ve been awake for a while now, snuggling and holding each other close as half of your body was on top of your boyfriend’s, almost latching onto him like a koala bear without shame. And he didn’t mind, Chan never did, content with being glued to you in every situation, hugging you so tightly like he wanted you to morph into one, the same entity kept alive by the beating of a singular heart.

“You fell asleep in the first 20 minutes of the movie last night.” You whisper, drawing random shapes on his exposed pecs, laying in the crook of his neck. Chan makes an apologetic sound before he’s interrupted by a yawn, stretching his arms above his head and letting one fall to curl around your middle. “Sorry, baby. I guess I was pretty tired.”

Tired is an understatement, and you laugh, lazily reaching for your phone on the nightstand to show him exactly what you’re talking about, with him tugging you right back to his chest when you stretch too far. There is a picture of Chan, sitting on the couch with his head thrown back and mouth open, snoring away while the movie he’s been begging you to watch together was rolling in the background.

The laugh he lets out is quieter than usual, the remains of sleep obvious in his half-closed eyes and deeper voice. “Damn, I was out like a light.”

You continue cuddling for a while before agreeing it’s time to start your day, reluctantly separating and sitting up at the end of the bed, adopting the same stance.

He’s still mumbling about something when you notice his hair sticking out in every direction, reaching out to tame the curls before stealing a kiss which only makes your boyfriend want another, and another until twenty minutes have passed and you’re still in bed, snuggling and making out like the world outside your bedroom did not exist.

𝜗୧ minho 𝜗୧

“Minho.” You whisper, tossing and turning under the blanket to face him, peering at his sleeping face. Your boyfriend was on his back, resting peacefully, unaware of the godly beauty he possessed, one people would surely go to war for, chest rising and falling rhythmically.

He doesn’t respond so, you try again. “Minho!” this time, he scrunches his nose cutely and rolls over, away from you and your antics he was too tired to be a victim of this early in the morning.

“Minho, are you awake yet?” You know what they say, third time is the charm because your boyfriend responds instantly, voice loud and clear, the opposite of your soft tone which takes you by complete surprise. “No.”

“Oh, okay.” you whisper, feeling bad for disturbing him. “Sorry.” you almost turn on your side and succumb to slumber before it hits you. Without warning, you swing a leg over his torso before rolling yourself over him to land on the other side of the bed, ignoring all his groans in protest.

“Liar!” You’re nose to nose now and Minho barely gets to open his eyes before you push his shoulder, causing him to fall on his back as you climb to straddle him. You waste no time leaning down and connecting your lips in a sweet kiss, cupping his cheeks and squeezing affectionately. As much as he wanted to complain, Minho couldn’t help but smile against your lips, body melting into the mattress while one of his veiny hands moved to rest on your exposed thigh, needing to feel more of you.

He should lie more often if this is the reward he gets.

𝜗୧ changbin 𝜗୧

“Binnie.” You’re gentle as you brush curly hair strands from his forehead, smiling when he instantly leans into your touch. “My love, I know you’re awake.”

“Then you should also know I hate waking up to an empty bed.” He pouts, eyes still closed stubbornly. With the same fond smile, you roll your eyes, hand dropping down to slowly trace his every feature, knowing he could never resist you.

“I had a good cause, I promise.” When he doesn’t budge, you reach for the tray on the nightstand and place it across his lap, over the blanket, careful his smoothie doesn’t spill over. “I made breakfast.”

Just like magic, his eyes snap open and he sits up so quickly you wonder if he got whiplash that was instantly cured by the smell of his favorite breakfast. His eyes sparkle as his gaze moves back and forth from the tray to you, so touched and grateful as he takes it all in, noticing the effort you put in so early in the morning just to cook a feast and surprise him with breakfast in bed. Nobody’s ever done something like this for him, love him so deeply and openly. Is this what being the luckiest man in the world felt like?

“I love you.” The words stumble out without second thought, eyes misty, forgetting all about being upset and giving you attitude. When you laugh, he does too, carefully leaning over the food to kiss you, the love of his life that adored him in the exact same way he adored you.

Love is the greatest gift he’s ever received and as selfish as it sounds, Changbin hopes you’ll continue loving him this way for the rest of your shared lives, that you’ll always remain by his side. He promises to continue eating your cooking even when you’re both old and grey, impaired taste and all.

𝜗୧ hyunjin 𝜗୧

The early hours of the morning found you in the arms of your beloved, sleeping away, undisturbed by the outside world and its people who were already hurrying around to get to work on time. You won’t be joining them today, nor will the man whose warmth was currently engulfing you whole, creating a safe love bubble you never wanted to burst.

Your face was buried in his chest, the soft material of his t-shirt moving with each breath he took, his heartbeat rocking you to sleep every time your eyes opened to check the time. Old habits die hard, but Hyunjin always manages to calm your racing mind even from dreamland.

Half an hour later, when the sun starts to peek through the drawn curtains, you’re awakened by tiny paws jumping on the bed, breathing and barking loudly. So much for sleeping in. Hyunjin’s eyes open with a smile, arms tightening their hold on your middle as he brings you even closer, resting his chin on top of your head while squeezing tightly. Morning cuddles were a must, even if your boyfriend’s other baby was too impatient to be let out to allow you to enjoy them to the fullest. 

“Good morning, love.” He greets you with a kiss, lingering there for the briefest moment before finally tearing himself from you, giggling down the hallway as he quickly goes to allow Kkami on the terrace.

He comes back rambling about something that happened at a schedule the other day, blinking the sleep away as he hands you a water bottle, yawning here and there. Unfortunately for him, you’re not listening, too distracted by the way his plump lips move and his husky voice, the words going in one ear and out the other as your inner monologue takes over.

“Your morning voice is so hot.” Hyunjin stops mid-sentence, momentarily taken aback before he bursts out laughing, dramatically collapsing back into bed and reaching for your hand to hold. “What?”

You nod, now sitting up against the headboard, eyes still zoned in on his pink and wet lips, enthralled. “Tell me more, baby. What did Chan do?” “He wasn’t even there!” See, not paying attention at all. But who could blame you when your boyfriend couldn’t take the hint and finally kiss you again?

𝜗୧ jisung 𝜗୧

“I had a dream about you.” Jisung perks up from his place on your chest, the TV running idly in the background, showing a random cartoon. “Was I hot?” “You cheated on me.”

He gasps dramatically but doesn’t move, too comfortable as you continue running your fingers through his freshly dyed hair, almost lulling him back to sleep. “Asshole move, dream me. Off with his head!.” 

You chuckle, kissing the top of his head and turning into a puddle once he begins leaving wet kisses on your neck, apologizing or most likely trying to distract you from how he’s been acting in your dream. It was working, because you lost your train of thought a couple of times before managing to speak again, eyes fluttering shut.

“You were very mean, actually.” Jisung hums against your neck, licking the skin before his kisses move downwards, to your collarbones, warm hands holding you down by the waist, touch burning pleasantly through your thin clothing.

“I’m sorry, baby.” He props his head up, chin resting right above your chest as his eyes bore into yours with a familiar intensity. “Please let me make it up for you.”

That’s what he says but ten minutes into making out and caressing each other’s bodies, his head falls tiredly to his previous place on your chest and you’re both out like a light, the warmth and cloudy weather of the early morning casting the spell of sleep on your forms and trapping you in bed for another three hours.

𝜗୧ felix 𝜗୧

You were not a morning person, it was a well-known fact by everyone in your life. Especially by your boyfriend who usually stayed up to keep you company, talking the hours away and giggling under the blankets until you both passed out just as the moon was retiring for the day.

So, you’re more than perplexed when one very early morning, you feel a warm hand caressing your cheek, followed by soft lips peppering feather-like kisses on every inch of your face, coaxing you awake.

“Baby,” his deep voice calls, barely above a whisper to not scare you, leaving a kiss on the corner of your mouth this time, “wake up, angel.”

You make a face, eyes still closed in protest and make to turn over, away from him until you feel the bed dip and his hand in your hair, massaging the scalp gently. Was Felix trying to wake you up or lull you back to sleep? Pretty sure he was just as confused.

When he leans down again, hovering over your face, your arms spring up and lock at the back of his neck, quickly bringing him down and bumping your noses together. You see his eyes widen, inhaling sharply as he realizes what you’re about to do and dodges your kiss last second, lips landing on his cheekbone instead.

Groggy and grumpy from being woken up this early, you pout, relaxing under his weight as his chest presses yours down. “Kiss me!” Felix chuckles and shakes his head, hands on either side of your head holding him up. “Not until you wake up and join me in the kitchen.” Once he sees you shake your own head and move to try and kiss him again, he adds. “I have a surprise!”

Now why didn’t he say so from the beginning? You release him but he doesn’t move away immediately, smiling from ear to ear before kissing your forehead and scooping you out of bed in one swift movement, strong arms under your knees as he giggles and jogs towards the kitchen, face brightening up when a smile finally graces your features.   

𝜗୧ seungmin 𝜗୧

Every single morning, Seungmin was the first to wake up without fail, reaching for you to bring your body to his chest and cuddle until you also did, just laying there since he never wanted you to wake up alone. 

That’s why when you woke up earlier than usual, with his chin resting on your shoulder and hot breath hitting your cheek, you didn’t hesitate to move around and bring the blanket further up your bodies, making sure you were both covered and comfortable among the many pillows.

“Your feet are cold.” But Seungmin doesn’t respond, legs intertwined and body still glued to yours like he never wanted to let go, couldn’t. You sneak a glance over your shoulder and find his eyes closed, long eyelashes kissing the top of his cheeks as he rested, sleeping deeply. For the first time since you’ve known him, Seungmin didn’t smile in greeting as you woke up, still sleeping soundly like it was the most normal thing in the world.

It felt a bit strange, but your heart only grew as you watched him, admiring his side profile and the peaceful look on his face, the furrow between his eyebrows absent as dreamland took care of him.

You never got the chance to do this, wake up first and let your thoughts run wild as you resist the urge to squeeze his cheeks and plant kisses all over his face, love pouring out at a dangerous pace, threatening to suffocate him at any moment. Not like Seungmin would mind, adoring you too much to not allow you to do whatever you pleased.

As careful as you can be, one of your hands trails down and intertwines your fingers, gently bringing your connected hands to your chest as you curl further into him, content with getting more cuddle time, loving every single moment.

𝜗୧ jeongin 𝜗୧

“Did you know you talk in your sleep?” You mumble into his neck, squeezing your eyes shut as you try to hide from the obnoxious sunlight that is threatening to take your lover away with the start of a new day.

Jeongin laughs, incredulous. “No way! I’ve had countless roommates and none of them have ever complained about me randomly rambling in my sleep.” He headbutts you affectionately, almost like a cat, and snuggles closer, also bothered by the sun but too lazy to get up and close the curtains he forgot about last night.

“I’m not complaining.” Looking up, you share a breath as you move to plant a small kiss on his nose, smiling when it scrunches up in fake annoyance, knowing your boyfriend loved morning cuddles as much as you did. “I actually think it’s kind of endearing.”

He rolls his eyes, big hand drawing circles on your back under the blanket, soothing you in an attempt to get you both to fall back asleep. Mornings were not his thing, and he really didn’t want to leave you, clingier than usual. The bed was so warm, and you were so soft and smelt so good, how could he ever think about leaving? Not like he’d ever admit it out loud.

“What did I say?” He chooses to entertain you, stretching his whole body before bringing the blanket over your heads and moving his arms to hug you, turning on his side so you’re face to face. You pause, momentarily mesmerized by his beauty, messy hair and puffy eyes only making him look even more adorable in your eyes. Tracing his bottom lip, he puckers them to gently kiss your finger. “I don’t know, I don’t speak gibberish.”

He groans, regretting he asked and hiding his face in his pillow. “You also snore.” “I do not!” 

[tacticalprincess]

tw dubcon, somno

napping on pervy boyfriend!könig … he’s surprised you fell asleep with how fast his heart was thumping against your ear, your head pressed to his chest as you watched a movie. he was too distracted by the feeling of your soft body against his hard muscles to even recall the plot, and he’s relieved that he can finally stop pretending to pay attention when he registers your breathing begin to slow, soft snores slipping from your slightly agape mouth.

you’re so cute like this, all pliant, relaxed, and vulnerable. one of your legs hiked up his broad lap, where his cock is quickly starting to fill in his pants. he’s hyperaware of every sensation from you — the feeling of your supple breasts and puffy nipples pressed to his stomach through your shirt nearly forces a whine from his throat. his hands, awkwardly gripping the couch, itch to feel you. he grazes his calloused fingers gingerly along the smooth skin of your bare leg, testing the waters. once he reaches the trim of your thin, skimpy, sleep shorts, he curses under his breath, uncomfortable from how hard his cock is.

slowly, he lays a hand over your ass, struggling to refrain from bucking into the heat of your thighs. he can’t help himself, though, guilt churning in his stomach as he slips a hand inside the waistband of your shorts, shocked to feel your ass completely bare of any panties. you make it so easy for him, liebling, it’s like you planned this…

he checks that you’re still sleeping before he reaches in further, his fingers featherlight against the fat, puffy folds of your cute mound. fuck, you’re so wet, even in your sleep :( that’s the last straw for him, shamelessly rutting his solid boner against your pudgy thigh as his fingers spread your pussy lips and bare your glossy hole to his eyes, gritting his teeth so his moans don’t wake you up. you’re making content little noises in your slumber, which only further pushes him off the edge. he cums embarrassingly quickly, making a sticky, pearly mess in his pants.

he’s about to pull his hand out in shame, only to be stopped by your syrupy, sleepy voice. “keep going.”

[starryjake]

late nights | hyung line

in which your boyfriend gets horny in the middle of the night. *assume that the characters have given consent to sleep play in previous conversations.*

pairing: hyung line x fem!reader

includes: consensual sleep play, f receiving oral sex, unprotected sex, fingering, squirting, handjob, thigh riding, dry humping (lmk if i missed anything).

heeseung ೃ࿐

his heart basically broke when he trudged into your shared bedroom in the middle of the night, finding you fast asleep in bed. he’d said he was almost done on his computer 3 hours ago. you wanted to wait up for him so you could go to bed together, but the time just kept passing and you were eventually too tired to even try.

heeseung sighed and pulled his shirt over his head before softly crawling into bed next to you, immediately pressing himself against your backside.

the minute he pressed himself against your warm, slack body, he got hard. he hadn’t realized how pent up he was, how badly he needed to fuck you until really feeling your body against his own.

he took a deep, shaky breath, wrapping his arm around your waist and sliding his hand under your shirt to feel your warm, smooth skin. feeling you bare made heeseung only that much harder, twitching against the fabric of his pajama pants.

he slid his hand down lower into your pajama bottoms, biting back a moan as he immediately started rubbing your clit, feeling the heat of your pussy around his fingers.

he needed you to get just as worked up as he was. he needed you to wake up and take care of his problem.

as he was rubbing your clit, he started pushing his hips into your ass, needing some kind of friction to help ease the ache just a little bit.

by that point, with heeseung practically dry humping you and fingering you at the same time, it was impossible to stay asleep.

“hee?” you mumbled out, turning your neck back to look at him.

“can i put it in, baby?” he asked you, placing his hand on your neck and kissing the corner of your lips. “be a good girl and let me fuck you back to sleep.”

you blinked up at him with wide, confused eyes that only made him want to fuck you even more.

“okay,” you agreed sleepily, turning your head back the other way comfortably on your pillow.

heeseung didn’t waste a second, hurriedly tugging your pants down, followed by his. he didn’t even bother taking them all the way off, just enough to expose your hole and for his cock to come out.

he spread his pre-cum around his shaft, jerking himself off for a minute before lining himself up with your hole, which had gotten wet while you were sleeping.

he pushed in and groaned in relief at the sensation of your tight, warm walls wrapped around his needy cock. you closed your eyes, you head still hazy from sleep, but heeseung’s constant sharp thrusts were slowly beginning to wake you up fully.

“i tried to wait for you,” you sighed out, intertwining your fingers with his in front of your stomach. “i wanted you to fuck me before sleep, not during.”

“i know, angel,” he grunted, his hips moving rapidly in and out of you. “i’m so sorry, my baby. i’m here now.”

you moaned softly, tilting your head back against his chest. the sound of his pelvis hitting your lower back constantly filled the room, mixed with the sounds of both your heavy breathing.

both of your sensations were heightened from the late hours of the night so it took no time at all for you to be cumming at the same time. <3

jay ೃ༄

you were just too tired.

you were so excited to have a chill night in with your boyfriend. you guys had a nice dinner together and were gonna end the night cuddled on the couch watching a movie. but, about 10 minutes into the movie, you fell asleep.

in your defense, you had a busy day. you had an early morning lecture followed by a 7 hour shift. of course you were tired. jay knew this, and that was why he was not surprised in the slightest to have suddenly felt your body relax and go slack in his arms, signifying that you’d fallen asleep.

you were laying between his legs, your back and head resting against his chest. he was playing with your hair, but stopped once you’d fallen asleep.

“baby?” he spoke, but no answer came.

he sighed, pondering what to do.

and then he realized, feeling your warm body asleep on him, he’d sprung an erection. he felt guilty immediately for getting turned on when you were so tired, so stressed from school and work.

he wanted to help you, to take away your stress.

he snuck his arm around your waist, resting his hand on your pelvis. his mind was still racing, debating whether or not he should do what he really wanted to do with you right now.

fuck it, he thought.

he slid his hand down into your sweatpants, rubbing your pussy over your panties. he could feel your little clit and he could feel as your panties got damp the more he rubbed it.

“my poor thing,” he gushed, moving your panties to the side so he could rub you bare. “you just need to feel good.”

you were completely asleep still, having no idea that jay was gathering your slick from your hole and spreading it between your folds and up to your clit. as sound asleep as you were, jay was surprised that you were so wet, practically leaking fluid and dripping down your legs.

he rubbed your clit in circles for a few minutes before he decided he wanted you awake to feel it. so, he slid his middle finger into your eager hole, knowing that it would wake you, and it did.

your eyes opened, and you looked down at jay’s hand in your pants, his single finger massaging your walls.

“mmm,” you moaned, leaning your head back on his hard chest. “fuck, jay.”

“i know, baby,” he cooed. “put your legs on my thighs.”

you did as you were told, spreading your legs and putting your feet on either one of his thighs. he helped you get your pants and underwear off, leaving your lower half bare in his lap, and he kept fingering you.

your pussy made a wet squelching sound every time he thrusted his fingers in and out, but you were too tired to be embarrassed. plus, it felt too good, so good that your stomach was warm and you could tell you already going to cum.

“jay,” you whimpered, shutting your eyes tightly. “im gonna—”

you cut yourself as you began to cum, a little gush of fluid spurting around his fingers and splattering on his sweatpants. he fingered you through it, his cock harder than ever from how hard you’d cum.

“that’s it, baby,” he cooed. “keep squirting around my fingers.”

jake ੈ✩‧₊˚

jake cursed himself for still having the most vivid, dirty sex dreams at his grown age. he woke up in a cold sweat, finding that his room was pitch black dark and you were sleeping soundly beside him, which only made his problem worse.

you looked so pretty when you slept. your face was peaceful, your cheeks slightly pink, your shirt having risen up on its own, exposing a sliver of your stomach. that sliver was turning jake on a hell of a lot more than it should’ve been.

he tossed and turned for a few minutes, genuinely trying to fall back asleep while ignoring how hard he was, ignoring how tight his pants were and how a droplet of precum was trickling down the length of his cock.

he gave it five minutes before giving up and attaching himself to your body. he kissed your neck, hoping that alone would wake you up, but you truly were out like a light.

he laid on his stomach, softly gripping your calves to pull your legs apart. he tugged on the waistband of your sleep shorts and pulled them carefully down your legs, then spread your legs once more, revealing your pussy.

jake felt his cock pulsate just from looking at it, needing it in his mouth immediately or he might’ve just lost his mind.

he didn’t tease, didn’t take his time. he went straight in for it, firmly licking a stripe up from the bottom of your cunt up to your clit.

he moaned at the taste, desperately going back in for a second lick. you shifted a little, slowly beginning to wake up from the feeling of jake eagerly licking your pussy.

“jake,” you muttered, sitting up slightly to see what he was doing.

he barely could even comprehend that you’d woken up, now so entranced in eating your pussy and grinding his cock into the mattress.

you could’ve stopped him. you could’ve told him he could fuck you if that was what he needed, but it was too hot to watch. you were enjoying the sight of him between your legs, humping his cock into the bed, too much.

so you laid back down, shut your eyes, and enjoyed your boyfriend eating you out until you were cumming on his face and he was cumming in his pants.

sunghoon ༊*·˚

how? how were you fast asleep right now when the ac in your apartment was broken and your bedroom was a million degrees?

sunghoon stared at your sleeping form in dismay. he was sweating and unbelievably uncomfortable, stripped down to nothing but a pair of boxers, but even then he was still too hot.

you also weren’t wearing much to sleep: a pair of panties and a thin tank top. sunghoon couldn’t help but stare because looking at you and how sexy you looked in your minimal clothing was a distraction from how hot he was.

and as he stared at where your cunt was beneath your panties and your breast that was on the verge of slipping out of your tank top, he got hard. really hard.

an idea came to his head: that if he just jerked off really quick, he’d get tired enough to be able to fall asleep.

so, he pulled his cock out from his boxers and started to stroke himself while staring at you. you’d probably be startled if you were to wake up and see him watching you, but he didn’t care. he wished you were awake to suffer through the heat with him.

a few minutes of jerking his cock off and it wasn’t doing the trick. he needed you, it was as simple as that.

“baby,” he muttered, rubbing your arm. “wake up.”

you shifted slightly and he grabbed your wrist, positioning your hand over his cock.

“please,” he begged, twitching in your limp hand. you couldn’t even wrap your fingers around him, still half asleep. “wake up, y/n. i need you.”

you opened your eyes, frowning when you were met with your own hand wrapped around sunghoon’s cock.

“what are you—”

“please make me cum,” he urged, fucking his hips up into your hand. “i’m gonna go crazy, y/n, please.”

you started to glide your hand up and down his cock, to which sunghoon sighed out in pleasure and relief. it was already feeling 10 times better than when he’d done it.

“fuck,” he moaned. “come here.”

he patted his bare thigh, urging you to sit on it. you moved slowly, still sluggish from sleep, but you straddled his thigh and started humping your pussy against him as your hand worked his cock.

“oh my god,” he groaned, putting his arms behind his head and watching you. “you’re so perfect, baby. so fuckin’ hot.”

you whimpered slightly, your clit rubbing against his thigh just right.

you took a second to let a string of spit trickle out of your mouth and land on the pink tip of his cock, using it as lubrication to easily glide your hand up and down.

squeezing his cock and pushing your cunt against his leg, you were both set up to cum quickly.

sunghoon’s load was big and splattered in ropes all over his warm stomach, while you shook and clenched around his thigh, pussy coming undone on him.

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ok so im twitching! 💗

thanks for reading :3

[p1astr81]

sleep deprived - op81

an: I’m still thinking about girldad!oscar so here’s another little blurb part 1

in which: mom!reader gets to a point of dangerous exhaustion, worrying Oscar.

pairing: dad!oscar piastri x mom!reader

warnings: pet names (baby, honey), if there’s any others lmk!

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You stumbled into the kitchen, and Oscar noticed almost instantly that you weren’t okay. He called your name softly but received no answer.

He noted the curve of your arm, as if your daughter, isla, was resting in your arms. But she was rolling around on her play pad right next to Oscar. Worry overtook every one of Oscar’s thoughts.

He watched with concerned eyes as you opened the fridge and pulled out a nearly empty baby bottle. He calculated his next moves carefully, not wanting to make you upset. You tilted the bottle as if to feed the invisible baby.

Oscar called your name again and received a tired him in response. “Baby I think you need to rest.” He suggested.

You shook your head, moving to sit on the couch near him. “Isla needs me.” You mumbled the explanation. It was hardly even coherent.

He glanced at Isla to make sure she was distracted enough before leaving her side. He sat next to you, taking the bottle from your hands. You whined, “No, Isla-“ “Isla’s on the floor.” He pointed out with a sigh. You frowned, and suddenly the baby in your arms was no longer there.

“C’mon, let’s get you to bed.” Oscar stood, taking your hand with him but you refused to budge. “But she needs me.” Your gaze was on your daughter who was currently chewing on a silicon ring used for teething.

“It’s alright. I’ll look after her.” He tugged on your hand again, but you remained where you sat.

Oscar sighed, and despite your protests, he hoisted you into his arms. “Hey, put me down!” Your demands fell onto deaf ears. You tried to squirm but he only held you tighter.

He kicked your bedroom door open and laid you carefully on the bed. When you tried to get up, he pushed you right back down. “If I have to hold you down until you go to sleep, I will.” He was stern with it, pointing a threatening finger at you.

You finally huffed, settling into the sheets. “Fine. Just wake me up in an hour.” You grumble.

Safe to say, Oscar did not wake up up in an hour. He treaded around the house on his tip toes, wincing when a floorboard would creek.

You were approaching hour two when isla started to cry. She’d just ate, so Oscar assumed it was a teething issue. He offered her the teething toys but she rejected all of them after just a couple of bites. So he sacrificed his finger for isla to chew on, and thankfully she didn’t reject that one. He cautiously peeked his head into your bedroom, and silently cheered when he saw that you were still fast asleep.

It wasn’t until sixteen hours later that you woke up.

The room was dark, the blackout curtains drawn closed. The smell of bacon and pancakes wafted through the air in your room. “Breakfast for dinner?” You asked to the empty space before turning to the clock. What should’ve been 17:30 was actually 8:51.

“Oscar!” You yelled, storming out of the room to confront him. You stood at the kitchen island next to isla in her high chair, glaring holes into the back of Oscar’s head.

He turned and smiled at you sweetly. He carried a plate of fluffy pancakes and bacon over to you, placing it right in front of you. He chose to ignore your sharp gaze. “Morning, honey.” He greeted, placing a kiss on your temple.

“Don’t ‘morning honey’ me! Why didn’t you wake me up?” You demanded of him while isla babbled beside you and tossed a piece of bacon at you. “Thanks, love.” You replied sarcastically, placing the strip back on her plate.

Oscar just smiled, unfazed by your reaction. “You needed the sleep.”

“I didn’t-“

“You slept for sixteen hours. You didn’t even wake up when isla was crying. You were too exhausted to even admit it, and you were hallucinating.” He stated, gentle and cautious. The worry in his voice, and the concern on his face made you frown. “I love you, and I love how independent you want to be, but you’re not alone in this. You’re taking on more responsibilities than you need to and you’re not looking after yourself.” Oscar’s hands found your waist. He held onto you with a light grip. “And it’s killing me with worry.” He confessed.

“I’m sorry.” You muttered, not meeting his eyes.

His hands moved from your waist to cup your cheeks. He lifted your head, forcing you to look him in the eyes. He closed the gap between you, leaving a soft peck on your lips. “It’s okay. Just promise me you’ll give yourself a break when you need it.”

You bit the inside of your cheek before nodding. He smiled and kissed you again, breaking apart to laugh when Isla started screeching happily.

[miyukisu]

Breakfast in Bed .ᐟ

❤︎ | Trouble in paradise? Well, Sae has an early morning treat for you to fix that (2.5k wc) ╰ feat. itoshi sae (bllk) x afab! reader

kinktober entry no. 8 | kinktober masterlist

tags - somnophilia, rare sweet sae, sweet and sensual smex, p in v, unprotected smex, p*rn with plot, pussay eating, pronebone, profanity

minors do not interact

"Don't bother coming home. Jerk."

Sae wasn't one to reread texts, but he was beyond restless with the way you two left things an hour ago. It wasn't his fault that he was being kept at work for longer than he would like. He knew you wouldn't believe him when he said that he was trying his best to get home to you.

He wanted to prove a point; he really did. That's why he found himself booking a flight last minute on a trip that takes place at ungodly hours of the night.

That meant his usual ride wouldn't be there to pick him up at the airport and drive him straight to your shared condo unit. The Sae Itoshi had to flag down a taxi and make his way home like an ordinary person.

Sae leaned back on to the worn out faux leather seat of the taxi. His brows were scrunched, already feeling the impending headache caused by the unplanned trip home.

But again, he had to prove a point.

A deep sigh fell from his chapped lips as he opened the door to your place. He quickly checked his watch which read 4:48 AM. He should've been asleep hours ago, but he was generous enough to lose sleep just so he could come home to you as soon as possible.

He pushed his luggage haphazardly to the side before slipping off his shoes. His jacket was next to come off and he simply threw it on the couch.

Sae had to rub the sleep from his face. He'd been yawning multiple times throughout his trip home and he let out one big yawn before opening the door to the bedroom.

As expected, you were fast asleep. You couldn't be bothered to stay on your side of the bed, seeing as how you took up the center all sprawled out and lying on your stomach. Sae watched your sleeping figure for a moment before gently closing the door behind him. He quietly made his way over to the foot of the bed, still observing you.

"Well, here I am. Brat," he muttered to himself. As much as he wanted to tell you that—it was better if he let you sleep. Not that he thought you looked adorable that way, but he wasn't about to wake you up to say something so... asshole-y.

Although, his mind wandered. He was unsure if it was because he always thought this way or because his mind was exhausted from all the traveling he did—but God, did you look ethereal in that silk night dress.

His eyes traced every curve hugged by the fabric. The tiny dress bunched up a bit by your waist, showing off the sorry excuse for panties that you wore to sleep.

He calls them that because it barely covered anything.

Finally, he understood why you were so frantic about him coming home as soon as he could. You missed him and he missed you. Though, "missed" felt like an understatement.

Sae needed you and it took him an awful ride back home to realize just that.

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He had to be careful. Slowly, he let his knee dig into the mattress, the cushions dipping due to his weight. Sae plants both hands on either side of you as he attempts to hover above you. It was like a hungry lion about to pounce on its unsuspecting prey.

He let his eyes roam your body, noting how he'll touch you without waking you up. Up close, he can see how your body rises up and down as you breathe. You looked so peaceful—a stark contrast of what you probably looked like earlier when quarreling with him over text.

A soft sigh escapes his lips. Sae was incredibly tired; he wanted nothing more than to plop down right beside you and snooze until morning. But, then again, he also had this urge.

A burgeoning urge to feel you—to touch you.

He took a single finger and traced the column of your back. Sae watched intently as your face scrunched up, annoyed by the unexpected stimulus.

But, much to his pleasure, that one touch made you shift from lying on your stomach and on to your back. He had to move away a bit to make sure you didn't hit him as you moved.

You were now facing him—mouth slightly agape—telling Sae that you were having a good night's rest. Hi gaze lingered on your face for a moment before it trailed down to where your clothes had bunched up even further.

That only made it harder for him to go to sleep.

Sae could be cheeky sometimes. He pulled the thin strap of your panties with two fingers before letting it go and hearing the 'snap' it made against your skin.

You softly grunted, annoyed that whatever it was that was bothering you hasn't gone away yet.

Truthfully, he found it quite amusing. His mind raced about what he was to do moving forward. But the longer he admired your body, the more sure he became of his choice.

Carefully, he pushed the fabric of your dress a little higher—just enough to show your belly button. He hooked his finger on the strap of your panties before pulling it down, slowly and steadily so as to not wake you up.

Once the flimsy fabric was out of sight, he stared at your lower half again—debating whether or not to continue. But he was already there, wasn't he?

As gently as he could, Sae pushed your leg away, opening you up for him. He had seen you countless of times before, but the sight of your glistening folds always seem to knock the air out of his lungs each time. You were a sight for sore eyes.

Cautiously, he traced your pussy with the pad of his thumb. That alone had him sucking through his teeth. He pressed your clit firmly causing you to squirm, but not enough to snap you out of your slumber.

"Fuck," he whispered into the chilly air of your shared bedroom. He liked foreplay as much as the next guy, but he was sure his dick was going to burst with how hard it was. He needed you now.

But he remembered how irritated you were earlier over the phone... perhaps, he could still be nice enough and prepare you even if just by a bit.

He dug in like a starved animal, lapping at your folds with a newfound enthusiasm you had never seen from him before when he ate you out. He was sure you'd laugh at him if you saw how famished he was for you. The stoic Sae Itoshi would never look so desperate like this.

But you were none the wiser about it, so he didn't care.

He suckled your clit relentlessly and you tried snapping your thighs close, but he made sure you kept them nicely opened up for him. Sae was growing impatient by the second, tongue darting in your hole at a quick pace.

You were already a mess for him. Surely, you should be ready for him at this point.

Sae gave your weeping pussy one last lick before hovering above you again. He could barely make out the expression you were making, but you were probably having the wildest dream right now. He softly patted your head—as if to soothe you—and ran his fingers through your hair.

In a rare show of gentle affection, the man leaned down and gave you a quick peck on your forehead. Somehow, that tiny action eased your expression—as though you knew who it was that gave you such a kiss.

With one hand supporting his weight, Sae used the other to free his aching cock from his sweats. He hissed upon feeling the air wrap around his sensitive skin.

He needed something warm, he thought. It just so happens that the perfect little pussy was right in front of him, waiting to be devoured.

Sae stroked himself a few times, easing himself up first before you'd suck him in without mercy.

He felt like a teenager all over again—biting his lip at such a mundane moment. Mundane—considering the other things you two have done in the past.

Soon as he lined up the tip against your entrance, he didn't wait another second. A guttural groan left him once his tip penetrated you. One swift push and he was halfway in.

It had him throwing his head back. This was new—this was definitely new.

"Sae?"

The faint sound of you calling out his name snapped him out of the immense pleasure he was feeling. Part of him felt a tad bit embarrassed that you caught him at his most vulnerable.

"Happy now? I'm home," he whispers. Although, he gives you no chance to respond—stuffing the rest of his length into you.

It felt like the stars aligned for him. The sun rose high enough at this hour that the light poured into the room. He could see more clearly the way your face contorted in bliss.

He pulled out again, only to sheath himself back to the hilt. He was used to fucking you stupid—purging the brattiness that he had to deal with on the daily. But, for some odd reason, he wanted to go slow today.

Sae leaned down again to give you another kiss on the forehead. He didn't feel all too embarrassed now. Besides, you were half-awake anyway.

"Slept well? You better 'cuz I may have missed you."

His words caused you to choke out a moan. "That's rich."

Usually, with a response like that, he'd start snapping his hips faster. But he controlled himself. You were always cranky in the morning after all.

"I know you missed me. Look at how well you take me." His eyes dart down to where you two were connected. A white ring had formed at the base of his cock and there was already a faint squelching sound every time he bucked his hips into you.

You clicked your tongue, annoyed that there was no way of denying the truth. It was hard to lie with his face close to yours and with his dick dragging along your walls so sweetly.

"You can lie all you want, but your pussy always tells me the truth," he whispers in your ear. Again, he cut you off—biting your earlobe gently.

The unusually slow and sensual pace threw you off, but you weren't complaining. He still hit that spot perfectly like he always did. And you kind of liked this—how he'd whisper sweet things to you, kiss your neck so desperately, and make love to you so tenderly.

Slow as he was, it still brought you closer and closer to the edge. He was quick to catch on it as you wrapped your arms around his neck, keeping him close to you.

The rapid breathing that filled his ears made him impossibly harder. Neither did it help that you kept getting tighter and tighter around him. He wanted to last longer, but the quivering of your pussy caused by your first orgasm pushed him to climax with you. Sticky seed painted your walls.

It was romantic—kind of. He was only realizing that now.

After his climax died down slightly, it was then he felt the sting of your nails scratching his back earlier. Though it didn't bother him at all.

If anything—it only heightened the sensations he was feeling.

"Fuck... I didn't mean to—"

You coo at him. "It's okay. Don't be embarrassed."

Just like he did earlier, you patted his head—hair rather damp from the sweat that built up due to your activities.

But you were too quick to comfort him because he was still painfully hard even after coming once.

"Ah... Guess I won't be going back to sleep soon huh?"

Sae sighs deeply. "I can deal with it myself. You can go back to sleep if you want."

You knew he had a habit of dealing things by himself even with things in the bedroom. It killed him inside to say that; he wanted to do so much more to your compliant body.

As he was about to pull out, you hastily wrapped your legs around his torso to stop him.

"Goddamn."

Sae couldn't help but bury his face into your neck. Thank fuck you were just as insatiable as he was.

"Sleep can wait," you whisper back.

"Turn around then."

'What?" you asked.

"On your tummy. I wanna do something," he explained.

Reluctantly, you unclasped your legs, letting him pull out. Sae helped you turn to lie flat on your belly. Now, you understood what he wanted to do.

Instead of slapping your ass like he would usually do, he caressed it—admiring his favorite body part of yours. With two large hands, he spread you out for him.

The new position made more blood rush into his dick. He had to fuck you one more time or else it would get too painful again.

He sheathed himself back in. His dick stretched you out deliciously and you tried stifling your moans, planting your face into the mattress.

Sae began fucking you with the same pace as earlier. Every drag along your walls elicited a moan from you that went wasted—being muffled by the thick covers.

He kept you all spread out for him. The grip on your ass was almost bruising even though he had promised to be gentle today. It was simply impossible to not get ahead of himself.

No words were exchanged as he pounded you from behind. The exhaustion you both felt and the need to moan your heart out took precedence.

A groan rumbled from his chest. He was close again. He was coming again way too fast for his liking. Sae was starting to think his dick was having problems, but maybe it was just your tight and warm cunt making him go haywire.

"Fuck... what did you do to me?" he wondered before a deep groan rumbled from his chest.

In response, you came abruptly—coating his length with your juices. You let out your most vulgar moan that morning. Your neighbors would have definitely heard if it weren't for the bed suppressing most of the volume.

You've had too many complaints in the past.

"Hahhh... waking up the neighbors? What a dirty fucking girl you are. Take it—take it all."

His hips began to go at a staccato pace, going out of beat once in a while in anticipation of his incoming high.

With one final thrust of his hips into you—he came so much like he hadn't just emptied himself in your cunt earlier. A warm sensation flooded your pussy again.

Sae swore that if he had time to rest after the match and before getting on that plane, he wouldn't be pathetically lying on top of you like this. He swore that he wouldn't collapse after coming a measly 2 times.

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╰ author's note The ending is so ass. I don't know how to end these things wtf

[vivwritesfics]

Marshmallow

Her bed is too comfy for Bucky. But she has a solution

Fluff, fluff, so much fluff - but also I haven't written for this man in so long, it was like coming home

Her bed was like a marshmallow. Now, to most, this was no bad thing. But Bucky Barnes wasn't most. He was a soldier, Sergeant James Barnes. He wasn't used to comfort.

They'd met in such a normal way for a super soldier. Bucky had been trying to date, he'd been trying for so long after… everything, that he'd given up hope.

But there she was, reaching for a coffee that wasn't hers because she was too tired to proper comprehend it.

Her own name was called just after (Bucky definitely hasn't been listening while she ordered her own coffee, who said that?) and Bucky picked up her coffee and carried it to the outside table she'd been sitting at. There she was, ready to lift his coffee to her own lips.

“I think you've got mine,” he said with a warm smile as he showed her her own name written on the side of her cup.

She paused, pulled the coffee away from her mouth and looked at the name on the cup. Her head fell forward, embarrassment written on her face. “And my name isn't Bucky,” she said and pushed the cup of coffee towards him. “What kinda a name is that, anyway? I've never met a Bucky before.”

“It's a nickname,” he began as he slipped into the seat opposite her and placed her coffee down in front of her. He held out his flesh hand. “The name's James.”

“How do you get Bucky from James?”

Things progressed from there. Conversation was easy, in a way it hadn't been on any of his other dates and, by the end of the night, he was asking her to dinner.

It was dinner. And then a movie date. And then the library. Picnic in the park, nature walks, they did it all.

The first time Bucky stayed over (which took some convincing. They'd been seeing each other for three weeks and she'd determined that, after watching movies on her couch, it was too late for him to travel through the city back home), he'd just laid awake, sleep unwilling to find him.

He couldn't sleep, anyway. Not with her sleeping on his flesh arm. He played with her hair, touch gentle to not wake her. A little while before he met her, he would have seen a monster as his vibranium fingers played with her hair.

It kept happening. It was almost like Bucky couldn't stay away. And, every time he slept in her bed, she ended up sleeping against him in some capacity. Laying on his arm, head against his chest, holding his hand as it was wrapped around her middle.

He'd get used to it, he told himself. Lay there long enough and he'd fall asleep eventually.

Well, that wasn't how it was panning out. Bucky remained away, plastering a smile on his exhausted face the next morning so that she wouldn't worry about it. For now, it was working. For now, he was happy to wear that smile while they drank coffee on her couch, her feet in his lap.

It was his third night in her bed and Bucky was exhausted. Maybe this was the point where he could finally fall asleep beside her, holding her close.

But no, that wasn't the case. Of course it wasn't, Bucky never got that lucky.

She'd started the night laying on his chest, lips parted as soft snores left her lips. Bucky had his arm around her, keeping her close as he shut his eyes and tried to force himself into sleeping (which we know didn't work).

She rolled away from him in her sleep, releasing him completely. Bucky stayed there, laying on his back as he looked at her. She looked so pretty when she slept, and he couldn't stop himself from being jealous.

Pushing himself up, Bucky sucked in a breath. He rubbed his hand over his face, momentarily shutting his tired eyes. Even with his eyes shut, it offered him no rest.

It was, well, bullshit.

As carefully as he could, Bucky climbed out of the bed. He tried to leave the sheets undisturbed, to keep her asleep. But there was little he could do to stop himself from reaching over and kissing her cheek.

He left the room after that, feet quiet and carefully as they carried his heavy, muscled body away. He pulled the door as close to shut as he could without it clicking shut.

Loose in the apartment, Bucky didn't know what to do with himself. He got himself something to drink and just looked through the fridge. He sat on the couch, patting his thick, muscled thigh as he silently flipped through channels.

But there wasn't much he could do. Part of him debated laying on the floor and attempting to sleep, but he couldn't. Not when she was in the next room, probably searching for his warmth.

Through his boredom, Bucky remained quiet. He couldn't imagine anything worse than waking her up, not when she was sleeping so peacefully.

Except she wasn't sleeping peacefully. It was the absence of him that woke her. She knew something was wrong, she just couldn't place it. But then she woke up and Bucky was gone. That was what was wrong.

Wrapping a blanket around her shoulders and slipping her feet into her slippers, she walked out of the bedroom.

“Buck?” She called, voice groggy as she walked towards the couch. He turned his head, watching as she made her way to him and climbed up onto the couch. Throwing one leg over his, she seated herself on his lap and wrapped her arms around him. “What're you doing out here?”

His hands were on her hips as he looked at her. “Couldn't sleep,” he replied and pulled her towards him.

The kiss he placed against her lips was soft, sweet, slight beard scratching against her cheek as he moved towards her neck.

“I missed you,” she replied as she settled against him.

Suddenly, Bucky's lips stopped moving against her neck. He released a sigh and pulled back to look at her tired face. “Do you wanna know why I haven't taken you back to my place yet?” He asked and she nodded her head, fingers dancing across his chest in a soothing manner. “It's because I don't have a bed.”

“You don't have a bed?” She asked, looking up into his blue eyes.

He shook his head. “No, doll, I don't have a bed,” he repeated, his own fingers moving up and down her sides. It wasn't ticklish. No, it had her damn near falling asleep. “I tried to sleep on a bed, got an expensive one for my apartment. Had it for a week before I got rid of it. When I tried laying on the floor, I actually got to sleep.”

Suddenly, she was standing. She grabbed two pillows from the sofa, held them against her chest and grabbed his hand. “C'mon,” she said and led him over to the empty corner of the room.

Throwing the pillows down, she sat and laid the blanket down on top of her. She patted the space beside her, looking up at her with her pretty eyes.

Bucky sat beside her. She pulled the blankets over his legs and then pushed his back against the pillow. “Doll,” he began as she rolled over, resuming her position from earlier. “You don't have to do this.”

“I want to,” she replied and kissed his shoulder.

“But you back-”

And then she was hushing him, shutting him up with a kiss. “Let me do this for you. Besides, if things get uncomfortable I can always lay on you, right?”

“Right.”

She settled down against him, eyes shutting. But seconds later, Bucky had her in his grasp. He rolled her over until she was laying on top of him and kissed the top of her head. “There,” he said against her hair. “That's better.”

And, that night, Bucky Barnes fell asleep.

[itaipava]

— f1 boys falling asleep on you.

˒ ⌕ LANDO NORRIS

trying to sleep at an ungodly hour after returning home from a night out; still feeling giddy from the rush and excitement of the night as you both get ready for bed. he hugs you from behind and rests his head on your shoulder as you brush your teeth, almost falling asleep right there. after you’re done, you crawl into bed together, saying “goodnight” for the thousandth time, but neither of you closing your eyes as you gaze happily at each other with soft giggles and bright smiles amidst yawns. sleepy and a little tipsy, but too in love with the moment and each other to want to fall asleep, but inevitably doing so with happy sighs as he pulls you closer to him, with his face in your neck and intertwining your legs.

˒ ⌕ GEORSE RUSSELL

he always says he wants to do a lot of things with you when he gets home to make up for the time he was gone, but as soon as you settle in to watch that new movie you were looking forward to watch, he falls asleep. you look at him and smile, gently placing his head on your lap. you stroke his hair as he sleeps peacefully. but he ends up waking up in the middle of the movie, and starts asking questions like "what happened to him?" while lazily pointing at the character and, as soon as you finish talking, he dozes off again, even though he promised himself that he would stay awake.

˒ ⌕ SEBASTIAN VETTEL

you woke up early, but you didn't want to disturb his sleep, so you tried to get out of bed as quietly as possible. you sat up and stretched, but before you could actually get up, you felt his arm around your waist, pulling you against him. you smiled, and tried to tell him that you needed to get up, but he was too busy using your lap as a pillow to even hear you.

˒ ⌕ CARLOS SAINZ

he had been trying to sleep alone for a long time, but he couldn't even with the gentle sound of the rain outside. you open the bedroom door and he smiles when he sees you; he lifts the blanket next to him, a silent invitation for you to go lie down with him. you smile and lie down, silently he pulls you to him, holding you lovingly. you stroke his hair and he closes his eyes, enjoying your affection and the warmth of your body. and when you least expect it, he is in a deep sleep while holding you.

˒ ⌕ CHARLES LECLERC

you were lying together on the couch in the living room, savoring the warmth and the cool breezes that came in through the sunny window; you admired how the sunlight fell beautifully on each other's features as he held you close to him. there was soft music playing in the background as you hummed along to the melody or said things like "oh, i love this song!" which always made him smile. wordless but meaningful looks of "i love you" to each other. suddenly he stopped running his fingertips over your body and, looking at his face, you saw that he fell asleep holding you, feeling safer than ever.

˒ ⌕ LEWIS HAMILTON

you and him love to talk before bed; it’s an unspoken routine in your relationship. you talk about your days, your thoughts, your worries, about that squirrel you saw on the street, anything and everything; your voices only slightly above whisper, trying not to disturb the quietness of the night but failing to do so when laughter comes over you both. he hugged your waist and put his face in your neck while you spoke, but at a certain point you felt his heavy breathing and, when you looked at him, you saw him sleeping. you smiled affectionately and gave him a kiss on the corner of his mouth, which made him pull you even closer to him.

˒ ⌕ OSCAR PIASTRI

after he takes you to a great restaurant in the city, you arrive home and rest on the couch while talking about anything that comes to mind. he sighs deeply, and puts his head on your shoulder, looking at his face, you notice how sleepy he is when the food coma kicks in. you smile, and pull him closer to you, and that's when he settles down next to you on the couch, holding you tightly against him as he lets sleep take over.

˒ ⌕ FRANCO COLAPINTO

he comes home absolutely exhausted after a long training session. after a hot shower, he lies on top of you, hugs your waist and puts his face in your neck, feeling your warmth and your scent. at that moment, he feels like he is in heaven. you gently stroke his back while asking him how his day was, but he is so tired that he just mumbles something softly and falls asleep on you.

˒ ⌕ MAX VERSTAPPEN

you woke up earlier than usual, and you couldn’t fall asleep again but you didn’t want to leave his side; quiet moments with him are so rare, so you wanted to make the most of them. he also wakes up, but only to pull you towards him even more, using you as a pillow. you smile and stroke his hair, which makes him sigh and fall asleep again, without a care in the world.

[pathologicalreid]

missed calls | s.r.

in which Spencer answers Hotch's daughter's phone when he calls to check in after a case

margotober masterlist

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: fluff content warnings: hotchner!reader, minimal case information, spencer's pov word count: 741 a/n: yooo this is the shortest margotober fic!! but it's so wholesome that i couldn't pick anything else 😭

Your nose whistled with every exhale, with every page he turned, Spencer looked down at your sleeping form to make sure he wasn’t disturbing you. He ignored the buzzing of your phone, Hotch told everyone not to come in until the briefing at ten, so the buzzing wasn’t something he’d concern himself with. He’d rather you catch up on sleep.

Turning the next page, he moved his hand down and swept some hair from your face, freezing when you stirred. He kept his eyes on you, making sure you didn’t fully wake up before he returned to his book.

Last week, a case had gone wrong, and you ended up at the center of it. Physically, you were unharmed, but the way the case went down took a toll on you mentally. You tried to accept the blame, but no one else would allow you to be blamed.

It had been keeping you up at night, thinking you could’ve done something differently that would’ve led to a different outcome. You would stare at the ceiling for all hours of the morning until either your alarm went off or you physically couldn’t keep your eyes open. Sleep deprivation in the field was dangerous, Spencer knew that from personal experience.

So, when the two of you came home from work, decided to decompress on the couch and you fell asleep with your head in his lap, he resolved himself to a night on the couch. If he had to suffer a stiff neck in the morning, he’d get through it just so you can get the rest you so desperately need.

Looking back over at your phone as it rang again, he adjusted the blanket that you had thrown over yourself before finally picking up the phone. He hummed at the screen, your dad was calling you, three times in the last ten minutes.

Spencer looked down at you, your hands folded beneath your head as you dreamt, and he couldn’t get himself to wake you. It felt cruel to wake you when this is the first time you’ve fallen asleep naturally in days, so instead of having you answer the phone, he clicks the green icon and answers the call himself.

“Hey, Hotch,” he greeted, keeping his voice low so that he wouldn’t ruin his own plan and wake you up.

Your father is silent on the other line for a moment, probably checking his screen to double check which number he had called, “Where’s Y/N?” He asked, a hint of fatherly concern laced in his tone.

Watching you sleep, Spencer looked at you as he responded, “She’s right here, she’s asleep.”

Hotch was silent on the other end of the call; he was more than aware of your sleeping problems. Just yesterday, he had pulled Spencer into his office to ask him what was going on with you, which clued Spencer into the fact that you were messing up at work. Little things like missing a checkbox on paperwork and forgetting files on your desk when you were supposed to be in the roundtable room.

Spencer gently cleared his throat, “Did you need to talk to her?” It was a leading question, Spencer was providing the answer on a silver platter, nearly begging your father to just let you sleep.

“No,” Hotch answered quickly, practically scrambling to get the answer out. “No, don’t wake her,” he iterated, “Just, uh… will you tell her I called?”

Nodding even though he couldn’t see, Spencer responded, “Yeah, I’ll tell her in the morning.”

Your dad was quiet for a moment before he spoke up again, “Reid?”

“Yes, sir?” He answered dutifully, his voice just hovering over a whisper as you adjusted in your sleep.

“Thank you,” he responded, matching Spencer’s quiet tone over the phone, likely because Jack was already asleep for the night. “For watching over her,” he continued, clarifying why exactly he was expressing gratitude.

Spencer gently smoothed your hair back, personally grateful to see peace on your face as you slept. “It’s my pleasure,” he whispered in response.

Your dad cleared his throat, “Have a good night, Reid.”

“You as well,” Spencer moved the phone, ending the call before returning it to its place on the side table. Unable to reach you, he pressed two of his fingers to his lips before resting them on your temple, effectively kissing you goodnight before he lifted his book and went back to reading.

[2tarbell]

TRAILERPARK!RAFE who expects you to be in bed when he comes home, only to find you in the big recliner you both always cuddle up on. it seems like you tried to wait up for him; key word being tried. dinner cold on the small table and it warms his heart to imagine you moving around the kitchen and making something for him. your sweet little slip rides up your thighs and your body is curled onto itself, mind miles away in dreamland. rafe quickly becomes amused.

“jesus, ‘course—”

he chuckles and runs a hand down his face, stopping his words before they wake you up. with his keys abandoned by the door in an antique bowl you once described as precious, he sits on the couch and keeps eyes on you as he unties his work boots. he feels exhausted and desperate to embrace your warm, sleepy self. soft hums and incoherent babbles leave your lips and rafe just knows you were watching tv as you fell asleep. 

with an adoring sigh, he stands and scoops you up. his nose finds purchase at your hairline, breathing in that sweet pea shampoo you use. slightly expensive for the life you two live and he’s had to go without his packs a few times for it, but rafe can’t get enough of the scent or the way you smile when he brings it home. so intoxicating and so you.

on his way to the small room you two have made yours, he feels you stir a bit in his arms. the loving warmth and touch of your man comforting and rousing all at the same time. it’s when he lays you down that you open your eyes slightly, the sparkle dull with sleep but still there. he pinches your nose in affection and a huff of a giggle falls from your mouth. rafe pulls off his shirt and tank top, undoing his belt with a lazy smirk that always sends your mind reeling and thighs squeezing together.

you might want him, and he definitely wants you but sleeps siren call is just too strong for either to ignore.

you turn yourself around as playfully as you can muster, your back an invite for him to press close; his favorite way to hold you. he climbs onto the worn mattress, nestling against you underneath the quilt. firm chest pressing tightly to your back and a large hand running up and down your side, lips pressing fluttering kisses to your shoulder. you feel a tingle of sparks at his scruffy beard that scratches your skin so deliciously. he’ll shave it in the morning and you’ll tease him about looking eighteen again, just like always until it grows back. his voice is a warm, fuzzy grumble against you; his thick drawl eases your mind and makes you excited to pounce on him once dawn hits.

“there’s my girl. so sweet waitin’ f’me, huh? know i love you, mmh?”

[parfaitblogs]

daylight ❀ s. reid x reader

in which communicating with your boyfriend is scary, and spencer reid can't stand to see you cry.

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader genre: comfort/fluff! tags: reader avoids her issues... for a little bit. that's kind of it. it's just fluffy and simple! word count: 1.5k a/n: something short & sweet because i thought it was cute and i write the most when i'm procrastinating assignments... um… inspired by a conversation sam willow and i were having a few nights ago🫂 reminder that pretty girls cry when they’re confronting somebody!!

Spencer Reid was not oblivious to all things in the world. In fact, he was rather perceptive compared to most people. Psychology degree and human behaviour-based job aside, he noticed things. 

A lot of it was good. He knew exactly how to wake you up on mornings he started earlier than you. How to keep you half-asleep enough to allow you your return to sleep, but also awake enough to ensure you'd remember him kissing you goodbye (there had been an argument a few months ago about it — you thought he had left without a word). He knew your go-to Thai order from the restaurant down the street, and he knew which pair of wooden chopsticks your favourite were to pull out of his kitchen drawers. 

He was also observant enough to know something was wrong. 

He was back from a case. A long one, that had worn him down enough that he felt like a pile of creaking bones when he re-entered his apartment earlier that afternoon. You had returned from your own job an hour after that, and despite the initial excitement that came from your boyfriend being back in the state again, you were a bundle of nerves. 

And he knew that.

You were on his couch, legs across his lap and back up against the arm, his hands resting comfortable in the dip between your two knees. There was a quiet episode of New Girl playing on the television (you had convinced him to watch it after he had sat you through every Star Trek movie), but your thoughts were anywhere but the sitcom you had been using to entertain yourself as of recent. 

"You've been awfully quiet," Spencer said, piercing the less than comfortable air settled around you two. 

"Sorry," you answered, tearing your gaze from the screen to look at him, meeting a worried expression you had somewhat expected. 

Hands ran up and down your legs, erupting goosebumps along the skin. "Is something wrong?" 

"No," you immediately shook your head and forced a smile onto your face. "Nothing's wrong."

He furrowed his eyebrows, lips parting in that confused look he always had on his face when he was thinking, and he stared at you for a few seconds longer, before, "Yes there is."

Profilers. "Seriously, Spence. There isn't. I'm just kind of tired tonight."

"I am as well," he said, hands stilling on your legs rather abruptly. "I was in Idaho for a week. I'm also exhausted. And usually my girlfriend is a little touchier and more talkative than this when I come home. So I'm assuming something's wrong."

"You're assuming incorrectly, then," your shoulders shrugged.

He said your name chidingly, and it was at that tone of voice that you retracted your legs from his lap, instead tucking your feet beneath yourself, gaze dropping to the couch cushion. 

"I just missed you," you told him, a slight stretch of the truth. 

"I missed you too," he said, and your shoulders softened. "But that's not all it is."

You blinked, before you fell silent, shaking your head instead. 

"Talk to me. What's happened?" his voice was achingly soft, your heart shattering in your chest to the point you wanted to take back every thought you'd had over the past week and burn them to ashes. They didn't mean much now in front of him. Not when he was reminding you of how kind he was. 

"You barely talked to me," you said, hands dropping to your lap, and you fidgeted with them under his gaze. "I never knew what was going on. You didn't call once, except for when you landed."

"I was really busy, honey," he answered, and you could hear the frown in his voice. "If I had time to do anything other than the case and sleep, you know I'd have talked to you more." 

"I know," your voice shook, and you could feel your emotions overriding your brain. As usual. So, you kept your head down. "But I would've liked you to tell me that, at least."

You heard him sigh, and curiosity got the best of you as you lifted your gaze, inspecting to see if he was sighing out of irritation or not. He wasn't — just exhaustion — and that made you feel a little better.

"I know for next time then," he said, and he met your eyes, which had watered since the last time he looked at you. Which wasn't very long ago, and so he was drawing his eyebrows together, again, confusedly. "What's that? What's wrong?"

On instinct he leaned forwards, and you let him shift his body closer to yours, hands coming up on either side of your neck. You sniffled, trying to suck the tears threatening to fall back into your eye sockets. 

"I can't communicate," you mumbled, quietly, a tear escaping and dripping down to the lower half of your cheek. 

"You communicated pretty well just then, angel," he said, voice soft as he caught the remainder of the tear and swiped it away with his thumb. 

"Yeah but—but now I'm crying," you moaned, pathetically, more tears slipping down your face. His lips twitched — though not in humour, you noted — as he adjusted his hands to your jaw, thumbs continuing to wipe falling tears. 

"Yeah. That's okay," he answered. "You've got a flood of hormones going through you right now, and so your body reacts to it in the best way it sees fit. In your case, it's tears."

"I hate it," you mumbled, and this time he did laugh a little, nodding his head. 

"I know," he said. "Are you feeling embarrassed about communicating with me?"

"I guess," you replied. "I don't know. I think I just..." you trailed off as your voice disappeared, breath beginning to hyperventilate acutely. "I—I just feel kind of sil—silly."

You cursed each sob that broke up your speech, and yet his gaze and focus on you never once wavered. In fact, his touch seemingly had grown softer, and the concern in his eyes had only grown. 

"You aren't silly," he said, once he was sure you weren't going to continue speaking. "If me not talking to you for a week upset you, I'd say that's pretty reasonable."

"I don't know..."

"Want a secret?" he asked, fingers poking into your cheeks enough for you to crack a small smile. You only nodded your head in response, chest still jolting with each sharp intake of breath. "I have to physically restrain myself from calling you every hour on a normal day."

"You're lying," you mumbled, and his smile only widened, a bashful laugh leaving his lips. 

"No, honestly. I have so much I want to talk to you about during the day, and I need to remind myself that you're busy and at work too."

A few uncontrollable tears dripped down your face, and your gaze dropped to the top of his shirt, though the smile never left your face. "I don't believe you."

"I wish you would, but that's okay," he said, evidently seeing right through your defying statement — you believed him a little.

His forefinger and thumb caught your chin, and he tilted your head back up so his eyes could meet your glassy ones. 

"I'm sorry," you murmured, before he could get a word in.

"For what?"

"Crying."

"Do you take in anything I say to you?" he chastised, though the smile on his face eliminated any fear of him being genuinely irritated, and so your shoulders simply shrugged. 

"Sometimes," you said, and his eyebrows shot up. 

"Sometimes?" he repeated back to you, and you had to bite your lip to keep the amused expression off your face. He was smiling back at you, before his face settled into something more serious, as he continued, "I don't mind you crying, angel. It breaks my heart to see it, but I'm not sitting here and judging you for it. You know that, right?"

"Yeah."

"Good," he finalised with a short nod, and you sniffled with a nod of your own. 

"I mean, technically, crying is good," you said, tongue poking between your teeth as you forced back a smile. 

"Yeah? Why's that?" 

"Releases endorphins and oxytocin."

He huffed a single laugh through his nose, nodding his head. "Yes. It does."

"I know things," you grinned. 

"You do," he agreed with a nod. "My smart girl."

"Yeah. Don't ever forget it."

"I could never," he replied, and a comfortable silence enveloped your two bodies, your heart fluttering in your chest. 

"Can you tell me about Idaho?" you finally asked him.

"You really want to know?" 

You nodded your head, and he sighed, but complied regardless. And you eventually found your head in his lap, staring up at him as one hand danced gently over the skin of your slightly exposed stomach, the other entangled in your hair, brushing through it. 

And he told you about the case he had been away on — it became glaringly obvious behind why he hadn't called or messaged you at all — and consequently eased any other remaining worries behind it.

And it dried your tears up.

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[supernatural-bias]

𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐥𝐲 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ warnings: alastor being a bit egotistical

↳ song: si j'étais blanche—joséphine baker

↳ notes: got any ideas for stuff i should do next? reblogs are appreciated

masterlist | commissions | carrd

• It wasn’t your fault you’ve always had a messed up sleep schedule

• Even while living, nighttime had never been able to tame you. It was just your luck that the habit carried on into hell. Figures that the world wouldn’t give you a break even in death

• You weren’t exactly an insomniac, per se. It was quite the opposite in fact. Just a simple case of falling victim to spontaneous naps in the most random of places. Yet never at night

• Narcoleptic & nocturnal were the terms that your friends used to use for you. With grins, they’d compared you to an owl; always up at night wandering aimlessly. Sometimes for days on end you’d carry on doing this and that, only to curl into a ball the next day and remain that way

• The habit never was anything more than a nuisance until you’d started living at the hotel. The place was just so big, with so many places for you to lie down before the thought of your bedroom even crossed your mind

• Angel Dust was the first person to find you passed out. He had been strolling into the kitchen, looking for something to consume that wasn’t drugs for once, when he spied you hunched over the counter snoring softly

• In your hand was a wooden spoon covered in a creamy batter of some sort, a bowl beneath it with the same concoction. Almost as if you had been making something before passing out

• Briefly checking his phone, the spider confirmed that it was only two in the afternoon, and approached you with a sly smile

• You were promptly startled awake by a loud shout directly next to your ear

• “I’m sorry—“ Angel laughed wildly as you fumed, not sounding sorry at all. “—but you should have seen your face.” He clutched his stomach as he fell into another laughing fit

• “Hey! Watch it!”

• He ducked with a frown as you sent the spoon flying at his head, just barely missing the porn star’s styled hair

• Everyone quickly made their own discovery about your weird sleeping habits soon after. Each in their own embarrassing ways

• Vaggie witnessed you lying on the stairs looking positively drained one morning, and Charlie even found you face first on the bar counter while Husk wiped away at a cocktail glass

• “Too much to drink?” She asked the cat, lifting up one of your arms between her thumb and forefinger carefully, almost as if you’d wake if she pressed to hard

• Husk laughed to himself at the question, remembering how he had turned to make you a shot before coming back to the sight before him now

• “Not exactly.” He huffed

• Perhaps best example of just how bad your timing was came in the form of an impromptu staff meeting

• Alastor had called everyone— more like demanded them —into the main parlor for an announcement one day. A mere week after the kitchen incident with Angel, in fact

• With a flourish of shadowy magic and a twirl of his hands, the overlord presented some sort of home made commercial on the age old TV the place had, looking very amused with himself as he did so

• You tried to pay attention, you really did. But at one point the actors and stray blood splatters started to look like the back of your eyelids

• By the time it was over, Alastor was tapping his fingers along the top of the picture box rhythmically while everyone looked at him with awkward smiles

• But you? Well—

• “So!” Alastor cheered with a cheesy grin as he spun on his heel. The rest of the members in the room watched him awkwardly, not noticing that your head had hit the back of the couch at a rough angle. “What do you all thi— are they asleep.”

• Static bled into the demons voice at an alarming rate as you let out a half jolt at the shift in mood, falling off the couch with a yelp in your wake

• You took a moment to swipe at your face wildly before blanching at Alastor towering over you nervously

• “Uh, my bad?”

• Alastor’s smile strained itself so thin, you thought it would split his face in half

• “Glad to know I’m keeping you entertained.” He all but laughed happily. But the white knuckled grip on his microphone told you otherwise

• You recall Charlie telling you something about ignorance being one of Alastor’s least favorite things. Especially when it came to his little spectacles

• “Maybe we’ve had enough peer feedback for today—“ Vaggie cut in cautiously

• “I concur.” Came your quick agreement

• You made sure to avoid Alastor for a few days after that

[darlinluxx]

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐚𝐞 𝐁𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐤 ౨ৎ

pairing : kang sae byeok x fem!reader

warnings : nsfw

warnings for sfw : tiniest mention of sickness

warnings for nsfw : dom!saebyeok, sub!reader, tiny mention of knife play, degradation, strap

a/n : just thought i’d start off with some headcannons <3 if you have requests, feel free to message me <3

- Saebyeok probably wouldn’t be the first one to say “i love you”

- when she did say those three words, she would feel relieved. after all, she has been holding it in since she laid eyes on you

- and she doesn’t say it much, instead, she shows her love through different ways

- like remembering the smallest details — like how you take your coffee (or if you don’t like coffee), which side of the bed you prefer, or your favorite movies

- she has a habit of “borrowing” things of yours and never returning them

- she absolutely loves seeing you in her clothes

- the first time Saebyeok fell asleep on the couch with your head on her chest, it’s a bigger milestone than your first kiss

- Saebyeok struggles with accepting help or care when she’s sick. she’s used to acting like she’s fine. the first time she calls you because she has a fever is a huge moment of trust

- gives you a spare key for her apartment

- she’s not big on pet names, but i think from time to time she would call you, “darling,” “baby,” or “princess”

- always saying things like “i missed you,” “did you eat?” or “are you warm enough?”

- she expresses worry more through actions since she’s not the most comfortable with saying things. she’ll fix the bow on the back of your hair when you’re walking ahead of her

- when she’s upset, she goes quiet rather than angry

- Saebyeok’s love language is 100% quality time

- i think we can call come to an agreement that she’s not a fan of pda

- she will hold hands with you while walking though

- in private, she would like physical contact though. she’s always finding small ways to touch you

- loves to give you hugs — her arms wrapped around you as she holds you in her embrace, resting her chin on your head as she murmurs sweet words to you

- her favorite form of physical affection is playing with your hair while you lay on her chest as you two watch movies

- we can also all come to an agreement that this woman is PROTECTIVE !!

- is always near you out in public like a personal bodyguard

- carries her pocket knife everywhere

- while walking together, Saebyeok always positions herself on the street side of the sidewalk

- and what if i said she memorizes your schedule (without meaning to) just to know you’re safe ??

- the first time you meet Cheol, she’s more nervous than either of you

- Saebyeok doesn’t even realize that she leaves things at your apartment

- the first time she calls your apartment “home,” she doesn’t even notice—it feels natural

- she has a specific spot on the couch in your living room that becomes “her spot”

- Saebyeok is always the first to wake up. she’ll make coffee for herself and attempt to make toast but burns it. so once you wake up you’ll have to help her with cooking

- she keeps track of important dates, she never needs a reminder for your anniversary or your birthday

- she’s surprisingly good at domestic tasks. years of self-reliance made her practical

- she stress cleans when anxious. you can tell when something’s bothering her

- she loves late night talks. whether it be sharing goals in life or random thoughts, she’ll always enjoy it

- Saebyeok’s protective but not possessive, having learned the difference between love and control

- has trouble accepting gifts but puts incredible thought into giving them. no matter how many people she has to pickpocket, she will get you something she knows you’ve been wanting for a long time

- never makes promises she’s not absolutely certain she can keep

- she always keeps her promises

- Saebyeok keeps a journal of things that make you smile (she won’t ever admit it)

- is secretly good at video games but pretends to be bad so you can “teach” her

- loves sharing airpods with you when you two are on the subway or walking

- has a (secret) playlist of songs that remind her of you

nsfw ౨ৎ

- she’s a top / dom !!! anyone who says different is a liar

- okay and what if i said she’s lowkey into knife play ?? then what

- Saebyeok really focuses on making you feel good. gets satisfaction on seeing you cum

- she’s usually more on the rougher side, but if you want her to be gentle, she will be no questions asked

- “don’t get all shy now. it’s just me.” when you’re getting shy or nervous with her

- mix of praise and degradation !! “you’re so dirty for me.” “you look so pretty cumming on my fingers.”

- could eat you out for the rest of her life

- loves when you wear dresses or skirts cause it gives her the opportunity to slide her hand closer and closer to where you need her. and she knows. but she can’t resist teasing you

- loves fucking you with a strap just because ?? especially in front of a mirror

- sweetest aftercare, so so gentle with you. as if you’re made out of glass