#but she is laying awake in the back of my bed in a comfy bed under a weighted blanket

[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.

[chrisevansonly]

Nap Time

lando norris x wife reader

summary: lando’s favourite time of day is nap time, and he does everything he can to make it home in time

warnings: none, very fluffy!

a/n: i know im so bad with updating now, life is insane for me but i promise ill be trying to get more done, this is bad and short but 🥲🩷

The house was quiet, it was another rainy day in London but the sound was almost enough to lull you to sleep along with little 3 week old Amelia Norris. The absolute apple of both yours and Lando’s eyes, she was the most special gift to your family.

Everyday around four in the afternoon Amelia would go down for another nap, though mostly all she did was eat and sleep, Lando never missed an afternoon nap time with his little angel.

Lando had been gone all day doing press and taking a few meetings with the team, and it was nearing four now, but you weren’t worried.

Lando never missed her afternoon nap.

Amelia was changed into a comfy onesie, her soft sleep pillow nestled in the middle of your king sized mattress. Though you didn’t co-sleep, these naps were an exception, mainly because you stayed awake and let the father daughter duo have their rest.

“I’m here! I made it!” came Lando’s voice softly as he came into the bedroom, a soft smile on his face seeing you just finishing putting her sleeper on.

“Perfect timing baby, as usual..”

Before picking up his little girl he came to you, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips, his hand rubbing up and down your back.

“How was today Lan?”

“Long, tiring and boring..just wanted to be here with my girls all day”

Smiling you handed him his sweatpants to change into

“Well now you’re here and can spend the rest of the day loving on us hmm?”

Lando couldn’t agree more, once he’d gotten rid of his dirty clothes from the day he pulled on his sweatpants and picked up the now sleeping Amelia.

“Hi my angel…daddy missed you so much”

Seeing the Brit cuddle her to his chest was enough to make you swoon, he was the best dad to her, so gentle and protective, a daddy’s girl she’d be there was no doubt about it.

Laying her softly down on her sleep pillow he pulled a little quilt over her before getting comfy on his side of the bed, one arm laying over the pillow, careful not to disturb the sleeping baby.

After getting into your own comfortable clothes you joined the two, of them in bed, leaning your back against the head board as you pulled your book from the bedside table. It was almost comical how quickly Lando could fall asleep, but it made you smile.

“Sleep well my loves…” your voice softly filled the space around you.

Lando had never missed a nap time, and he didn’t plan to anytime soon.

[waughymommy]

WM: Breastfeeding Kink & Diaper play

Disclaimer: all characters depicted in this story are consenting adults over the age of 18. If you are NOT 18 or older, Don't Read if UNDER 18

I startle awake from a throbbing pain in my breasts. Quietly groaning as I turn over onto my back not wanting to wake my sleeping little prince. My hand moves up to my big tits and oh god are they swollen. I’m not sure what’s been going on but for the past few days my breasts have been so tight and swollen and it’s just getting worse. I slowly begin to massage them in an attempt to ease the pain. “Oh fuck this isn’t helping at all” i whisper to myself. 

I pull my loose tank top away from my breasts and look at the swollen mounds. The only time I’ve ever seen breasts look like this were when my best friend breastfed her little in front of me… wait. It can’t be can it? There’s no way I haven’t even been taking the special pills she had to take to induce lactation! 

I open my phone to Google and type in “what can cause you to lactate?” I click the first site that pops up. “There are many things that can induce lactation such as Yada yada yada medications such a birth control… FUCK.” I whisper yell. I did not just accidentally induce lactation with the new birth control I’m on. Oh god we haven’t even had this discussion yet I’m not sure it’s even something he’d be into. But my breasts hurt so bad I need some relief. 

I get up from bed as quietly as I can and walk into the adjoining bathroom. I flicker the lights on and keep the door open just the slightest bit incase my little prince needs me. I look in the mirror and slowly pull my tank top down. My tits spring out all heavy and full. “Fuck” I hiss quietly as I press down in the swollen flesh.

I slide my finger down to my nipple and begin to stimulate it. A milky liquid starts to drip out and I almost can’t believe it. I moan as my finger squeezes some more out. Oh fuck that feels good. 

A quiet voice interrupts my ministrations “Mommy?” I look over to my left side and my little prince is at the bathroom door just in his princess t shirt and full diaper staring at my dripping nipples in wide eyed wonder. Fuck he looks so beautiful with his bed head and sleepy eyes. He rubs at his eyes and hold the door frame. 

“Mommy what’s that?” He points to the liquid still dripping from my hard nipple. 

“It’s nothing you need to worry about baby boy just turn your little tush around and go back to bed. I’ll be right there.” I say as I walk toward him and turn him around with my hands on his shoulders walking him back to the bed. He throws his head back and whines lowly, “but mommy I’m thirsty das why I woke up!” He says as I set him down back in bed. 

He looks up at me and his eyes move back to my nipples and his lips part and drool seeps out. “Okay baby you just wait right here and mommy will get you a drink of water.” I move toward the door but he grabs my wrist and with those doe eyes of his staring up at me and says “But I wan mommy’s milkies!” He whines again. His tonight peaks out and he licks his lips. “I’m not sure honey we havent really spoken about this.” I say as I softly caress the side of his face. He leans his head into my hand and pouts. 

“Please mommy please I just wanna try and see what it’s like. If you don’t like it or If I don’t like it we always have our safe word!” He trues to reason with me. And he’s not wrong so what could be the harm? I’ve secretly wanted this so badly for the longest time. I sigh and smile at him and nod. 

“Okay sweetheart you won, let mommy get comfy in bed first.” He claps his hands in excitement and slaps a sloppy wet kiss on my lips. I laugh as I crawl into bed and settle against my pillows. I pat my lap for him, “come here sweetie and lay side ways in mommy’s lap. Put you head right there in mommy’s elbow.” I maneuver him a little till he’s sitting just right, I cover him in the blankets and turn the low lamp on. A soft glow covers the room as he looks up at me with his lips slightly parted. I can tell he’s just as excited as I am. My sweet little boy. 

“Alright baby boy open those pretty lips for mommy.” I hold my boob up and my nipple leaks as I pull it and drop it in his waiting mouth. His lips close around my nipple immediately and he begins to softly suck. It takes him a few moments to really get the hang on how to latch on but soon his tongue is working in overdrive and hes suckling away like his life depends on it. I a gasp at the strength of his suckling and softly run my hands through his brown hair. “Sweetheart mommy isn’t going anywhere you can drink slowly, I promise I’m not going anywhere.” He closes his eyes and the suckling gets softer as soon as he realizes I’m not gonna snatch my nipple away from him. I moan quietly as I watch him drink. 

He’s such a sweet little boy suckling on his mommy’s nipples. I slide my hand down to his diaper and rub at his diapee covered cock. It’s so hard. I won’t lie my panties have absolutely socked through at this point. The feeling of his tongue lapping at the milk from my tits is just so erotic. He moans as my hand continues it’s rubbing. 

His hand reaches for my other leaking breast and he begins to fondle the nipple. Pulling and clutching at it, the milk dribbles done his fingers soaking them. I can’t help but moan out at the feeling. “Oh sweet boy that feels so good. You’re such a good boy just keep playing with mommy’s nipples like that.” I say a little breathless. 

I slip my hand into his diaper and just as my hand reaches the tip of his little cock he begins to piss right into my palm. I laugh a little and look at him a she pauses his suckling. His cheeks flame red, “I’m sorry mommy I couldn’t hold it.” He’s so fucking cute. 

“It’s okay baby you can go pee when you need to you know that. It’s why you have a diaper on to be able to lose control over your bowels and bladder whenever you need.” His stream continues as it hits my hand and I press down on the slit it’s pouring out of feeling the force of it. His piss is so warm on my hand as it fills his already soaked diaper. 

He smiles and nuzzles my breast and begins to suckle again as he pisses in my hand. He’s so fucking sexy sometimes I can’t believe he’s all mine. 

My sweet little boy.🍼😍💦🥰

[fictionalmenxyn]

—𖥞𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞𖥞—

Pairing: frat!rafe x sorority!reader

Warnings: language and nudity (no deep description, just showering together, nothing more)

Summary: after a long day at college, all you wanna do is sleep.

(Rafe is so sweet in this 🤭)

𐬾𐬿𖥞𖥞𖥞𐬿𐬾

Your bedside alarm clock beamed 3:26pm, with its bright white light. You currently lay on your bed, stomach to the mattress. Your AirPod maxs played music as you slept. Wearing your comfy baggy football jersey and sweatpants.

You had been asleep for almost two hours.

Meanwhile Rafe had just finished his football practice. He and his team had worked on game plays and drill for almost four hours. They were versing their rival team in a few days; so their coach wanted them focused and ready.

Rafe was sweaty and in need of some attention from his favourite girl. So he drove over to your sorority house. Parking his black pick up truck out front. He walked over to the front door and knocked. Your friend also roommate, Harley, answered the door “oh hey Rafe, what’s up?” He gave her a small polite smile “hey, is uh, Y/n in??” She smirked and nodded. Stepping aside to let him in, she spoke “she’s up in her room, go ahead.”

Rafe jogged up the stairs and walked down the hall. He was used to them both coming to each others rooms unannounced and never knocking. So he just let himself in, putting his gym bag next to the door. He kicked off his air forces, looking over to you.

Your arms tucked under your pillow, fast asleep. Not a care in the world. He smiled softly at the sight. He walked over and leaned down slightly. He placed a hand on your shoulder and softly shook you a little. You stir awake. Your eyes still shut and you’re still half asleep as you mumble “Brooke…I hmmfucking told you… my notes are on the desk… take ‘em” Rafe chuckled softly. “I’m not Brooke… but I may take those notes, when I need them..”

You turn your head, squinting as your eyes adjust to the light “Rafey??” He nodded “that’s me, princess.” You see he’s in his gym clothes “you done with practice??” He nodded and answered “yeah, gonna use your shower…” you nodded.

He pulled the grey nike gym shirt over his head. Tossing it into your laundry basket. Revealing his tan and toned chest and back. He soon discarded his shorts, leaving him in his black Calvin Kline boxers.

He walked over to the en-suite door, looking over his shoulder, at you. He spoke “you gonna join me, princess??”

You shook your head “hmm don’t wanna get up…” he smirked “oh come on, doll, don’t you wanna spent some time with Rafey?” He knew he’d get you to, especially by the way he phrased it.

You sluggishly get out of your comfy bed. Walking into the en-suite. Taking your clothes off and putting them in the counter for later. You open the glass door, turning on the shower. You step inside after you get Rafe in first, so he can test the water.

As Rafe washes his body, you just stood there. You already had a shower when you got in after your classes; so you didn’t really bother washing all over again. You were there mainly for his company. You gently press your hands on your face, sighing to yourself.

Rafe looked down at you, “what’s wrong, princess?” “‘m so fuckin’ tired.” He opened his arms, bringing you into a hug. He softly rubbed up and down your bare spine. “Aww is my baby tried? Had a long day, baby?” You nodded against his chest. He smiled softly, resting his chin on your head. He noticed your tired and almost exhausted appearance. He knew you had a long day. He kisses your forehead a few times, every so often. “M’sorry, sweet girl, you must be exhausted huh??”

He spoke “aw, baby… once we’re out, how about we have a nap? That sound good??” You nodded and mumbled “thank you, Rafey..” he smiled and kisses the top of your head. He mumbled against your hair “anythin’ for you, my girl..”

Soon after your shower, you were in your clothes from earlier. As Rafe changed into clean boxers that he would keep over at the sorority house. For back up and also a subtly warning for any guy. You didn’t brother asking him way that was a reason. He just did it.

Rafe flopped onto your bed, lying on his stomach. He tucks his arms on top of the pillow. He turned his head and watched you move around your bedroom for a moment. “What’re you looking for, princess?” “My blanket…”

He smiled to himself, one thing he always always found cute about you. Was your blanket. It was a comfort blanket. Red, blue and white checkered blanket. You’ve had it since a child. And although you were a popular, mature and responsible nineteen year old. All of that goes out the window when it comes to that blanket.

You wrapped it around your back. Climbing onto the bed. You lay on Rafe’s back. Your head between his shoulder blades, your legs either side of him.

You feel him turn you both over after some time. You laid on his chest. His arms wrap around you, knowing that comforted you.

He gently rubs your back with one hand as the other rubs circles into your hip. He kissed the top of your head, whispering in your hair “go to sleep, baby… I’ve got you… I’ll be here when you wake…”

You close your eyes, in minutes you were out like a light. He smiled, feeling himself get sleepy, just watching you. He too fell asleep.

Some time later…

Rafe stirred awake. Opening his eyes, he looked down at your nightstand. Seeing your alarm clock read ‘6:37pm’. He looked down at you. Rubbing you back again, just a little firmer, to gently wake you.

You lift your head up a little, rubbing your one eye. He smiles, running his fingers through your hair. “How you feeling, baby? You look better.” You give a tired smile and nod.

“‘m so much better…” he smiled “good to hear…”

“Hey Rafey?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Can we get chick-fil-a?”

He chuckled softly, still playing with your hair “of course, sweet girl, I’ll order you some food. We can eat it while you watch Chicago fire? How does that sound?”

“Sounds like I’m in love…”

He grinned, god… the softie you made him… he honestly loves it… only for you though… his favourite girl.

𐬾𐬿𖥞𖥞𖥞𐬿𐬾

[star-sim]

"nooo! she's taken!" ☆ enha maknaes

☆ non-idol! bf! enhypen maknaes x celebrity! fem! reader ☆ summary: you are a very well-loved celebrity, and your relationship is finally revealed to the public. ☆ genre: fluff, another poor attempt at humor, it's very silly ☆ warning(s)? none! lmk if you'd like to see this w the hyungs! hyung ver.

sunoo ☆

so youre a famous actress

you have your official instagram account

and then your personal one, that you only allow family and personal friends to follow

sunoo, your bf, also has an account on instagram

since most of you friends and family know him, it's not uncommon for him to take your phone and post on your personal account

one of those "hai guys i stole her phone 🤭"

all in good fun

so one night, you and sunoo and cuddling

it was one of those vibey nights

the lights were dim, candles lighting up the room with their orangey hue, light music playing in the background

laying on you and sunoo's shared bed, his face buried into the crook of his neck while you run your fingers through his hair

its honestly so soft and warm and comfy :]

the two of you aren't really talking to each other, just basking in each other's presence

and eventually you begin to doze off

at first sunoo was like "baaaaabee!! why did you stop touching my hair"

but then he realized you were asleep

so after givng your cheek a soft peck, and tucking you into the soft blankets

sunoo physically goes >:]

he takes your phone and decides that he's going to spam your personal account

because tbh he does this a lot and it's funny for everyone involved

sunoo takes very silly pictures of you and him

pictures of you sleeping, ones at very silly angles (ik he takes the most FOUL 0.5s)

on your story he posts them with also very ridiculous captions

theres one of you sleeping with the caption "mimimumuimuiu"

another fisheye lens one of sunoo with the caption "hai i stole [name]'s phone 😈"

but he also posts some sweet ones

like one where you're dozing off in his arms w the caption "she's so cute"

sunoo gets mushy at some point

like his captions go from funny to "im so happy that i get to call myself [name]'s boyfriend, i feel so lucky to be with such a beautiful and talented woman"

that's great!

really!

that's wonderful!

but.

there's just one problem

one

teeeeeeensy

weeeeeeeeeensy

problem

he was using the wrong account.

he was posting all this on your official, business, 7.8 million follower, instagram account.

and not your personal account.

!!!!!

😱😱😱

he doesn't notice until 20 minutes later his phone blows up with articles and text messages

and when he notices

sunoos like OH SHIT

he shakes you awake

and poor boy is so apologetic :(

"baby i'm so sorry i didn't mean to out our relationship like that i should have been more careful-"

but when he explains it to you

you kinda just laugh

and go back to sleep

HELP

sunoo deletes the stories but people already screenshotted them

yeah... so this blows up

i feel like they would become memes

like the ones of you sleeping become reaction memes or even worse part of those tiktok meme slides LMAOAOAO

a lot of people think it's adorable

and you do too

but sunoo is so embarrassed

poor boy

he was writing out entire think pieces on your instagram story oml

OH MY GOD I JUST THOUGHT OF SOMETHING TERRIBLE

there's definitely articles that come out about this

and yk how on articles theres a title page with images

one of the images is of you ofc

all these news outlets use your super professional HD MODEL pictures of you

like ones where youre a goddamn SMOKE SHOW, the "who is she?" ones, the ZOOWEE MAMA ones...

and then they use one of the foul images that sunoo takes of himself that are like 3 pixels

like the 0.5 lens ones 😭

nevertheless, there is a happy ending

everyone thinks its so sweet

including you

and when people bring it up on interviews you're able to just laugh about it

<3

jungwon ☆

we joke abt jay and sunghoon and sunoo having mad side eyes

but i think we forget the FATHER of INSANE SIDE EYES

YANG JUNGWON HIMSELF

you're a singer/artist

and you just released a new EP!

on tiktok, you're making promotional videos to promote your new songs

looking like a cutie, popping off, as you always do!

anyways in many of them

you're in front of a glass door

or a mirror

so as youre being an absolute cutie promoting your song, in the background in the reflection you can see jungwon making faces

NOT BECAUSE HE'S MAKING FACES AT YOU

but bc sometimes there's ppl walking by and being judgy

jungwon is giving them mad stink eyes and it's caught in the reflection of your videos

i don't think a lot of ppl notice it until someone points it out

and when they do

theyre like

WHO TF IS THAT 😭

ppl are making tiktoks simply zooming into his face LMAOAOAO

and then a few days later

the paparazzi released pictures of you walking with jungwon, holding hands and on a date

and when ppl see it

theyre like

hmm...

that guy looks a lot like the guy in the reflection...

and then the dots connect

like sunoo, i think jungwon is embarrassed

everytime someone brings it up jungwon hides his face in your neck

and he wears that cute little bashful grin

but honestly it's cute

so just hug him and kiss his lil cheeks and he'll be okay

it kinda becomes viral on tiktok

so you make a few video stitches about it

you stitched the og video that pointed out jungwon's face in the background

your stitch was just a video of jungwon being embarrassed and freaking out

like bro was on the floor, hands in his hair

jungwon was in the trenches sorry 😭

there's another stitch where jungwon explains himself

he's dressed in a suit and tie and speaking so formally like he was making an apology video or something

"i would like to address a recent clip of me making inappropriate facial expressions-"

"babe you don't need to be so formal, it's a tiktok"

"you shant say that, i must do this for this is my will"

BRO WAS FIGHTING FOR HIS LIFE ☠️☠️☠️

#freejungwon

riki ☆

youre an actress that's very popular

except some ppl hate you bc they think hating popular people makes them interesting *eye roll*

safe to say.... riki is your NUMBER ONE DEFENDER

like he is the ring leader to all of those [name] stan twt group chats

he's the one leading those discord raids on your hate groups OH MY GOD 😭

he has multiple accounts and he fights every person that dares tarnish your name

twitter is his battlefield and the keyboard is his sword

anyways one day riki is so deep into an internet fight that he GETS DOXXED 😭😭

like it wasn't even graceful

i think he'd make fun of one of your haters

and the hater goes "wanna see something funny? :)"

and BOOM

ADDRESS

IP ADDRESS

FULL NAME

PERSONAL EMAIL

PHONE NUMBER

dont actually dox people guys its not funny

when riki gets doxxed they get his full name right

and the hater, his assailent, and their little posse start searching his name on social media to further dox him

and BOOM #2

THEY FIND HIS INSTAGRAM ACCOUNT

now riki isn't stupid

so his ig acc is private

however.....

the profile picture of his acc is a selfie of you and him kissing

they also did research on him and found out that you and him went to the same high school...

in fact they found miscellaneous pictures posted online of you and him a few years back... holding hands n shit....

OH

SHIT

this goes viral over night

like

its so bad that even news headlines are covering it

"TWITTER USER @[NAME]LUVER1209, HOT ACTRESS [NAME]'S MOST NOTORIOUS INTERNET DEFENDER, IS REVEALED TO BE HER BOYFRIEND 😱😱😱"

i feel like the public's reaction to this would be really light-hearted

like i think mst ppl would be cheering riki on

"he's so real"

"oh my god i think i was mutuals with @[name]luver1209"

"this is what true love looks like"

you have super loyal fans and riki's mutuals so they support you too

except i do think theyd be in shambles, but in good fun

"i just found out [name] has a bf im going to flush myself down a toilet"

"i can't believe she chose @[name]luver1209 when his fancams are so shit... THAT SHOULD BE ME!!!'

"i've been here waiting in line for three years and this random @[name]luver1209 swoops in and takes my woman..."

riki's stan account gains a lot of followers

and so with your permission

he posts a selfie of you and him

probably with a cheeky caption like "KISS MY ASS!!!!"

i feel like people go back and watch old talk show interviews and stuff

and if you zoom in

you'll see riki in the front rows cheering the loudest 😭

bro is everywhere

in the future there's def a moment where like

you're at a live talk show

and the host asks you about the fiasco

and you can literally just point to him in the audience like

"yeah my boyfriend's right there-- hi baby!"

and riki from the audience, behind his phone that he's using to record you like its a fancam, is like "hi baby!" back

i dont think the media even calls him riki, he's stuck as @[name]luver1209 forever

not that he minds

😭😭😭

hyung ver.

[amastarxoxo]

needing jinx that comforts reader while on their period 🙏🏻🙏🏻

ㅤ         ㅤ         ㅤ       ꒰ . ' red comfort    ٫  ꒱

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jinx never experienced her period. ( and yes that’s possible ) but she hasn’t; so she has no idea of the pain you’ll feel every month.

“toots? what’s wrong?”

sleeping in the same bed with her, was the first time she experienced a period, seeing blood on her bedsheets and she panicked as she flips you over onto your back and shaking you awake. she honestly thought you were somehow dying.

“hey toots, hey hey! wake up!”

you had to wake up and explain it to her what is was, she calmed down and then focused on ways to comfort you even joked about giving you shimmer to stop the pain overall but you said no to that.

“hey look toots! i made you something.”

she loves to make you any and everything, from stuffed bear to a bomb if you really asked, she will have a small space in her lair for you to rest, filled with snacks and comfy pillows and blankets filled with her stuffed bears for you, just for you.

“you need me toots? cuddles? of course my love!”

definition of “anything for you”. cuddles? on it. someone you want dead because they pissed you off while you’re on your period? consider that done. not even silco can tear her from your unknowingly grasp on her heart.

“i went to top side and got you these!”

we all know that the under city is a dump, so the solution: sneak into top side and steal whatever seems important or good, or just anything you know is there and you need.

“hey? why are you moving? sit down.”

she isn’t allowing you to move like at all, unless it’s an bathroom or changing pad/tampon emergency but other than that, you’re laying down and sitting.

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[vulcannic]

end of an era 2.0 (im changing my icon and header to something not star trek)

end of an era (getting rid of my extremely long queue tag)

[springgirlshowers]

headcannons abt joost with a sleepy gf……..like something about him just makes her feel so comfortable to the point she gets all relaxed and tired, like you let her lay on this man and she is knocked out within the next five minutes awwww - 🎶

as a sleepy gal myself (tbh i’m questioning if i’m narcoleptic atp), this touched my heart, i hope it does for you too <3

- he’s always yawning because you yawned first

- your eyelids would be drooping already anytime he would caress your cheek

- sometimes when you’re insanely bored and waiting for him to come home, you’ll just sleep for the time to pass by faster

- then he’ll come home to you passed out on the couch, all bundled up in blankets

- he’ll usually nudge you awake and tell you to get in bed

- but if you look way too comfy and he’s feeling extra lovey, he’ll gently scoop you up and carry you to bed

- idk just that one line from where’d all the time go: she gets dressed up like a pillow cause she’s always in bed

- him brushing his hands through your hair is like an automatic sleep button for you

- he’s constantly asking you “you wanna take a nap?” anytime you look even a tiny bit remotely tired

- sitting on his lap and laying your head in the crook of his neck is a risky move, because you’ll most likely be passing out in the next ten minutes

- laying your head on his stomach is worse, it’s like your own personal pillow that you’ll be falling asleep on within five minutes

- watching a movie and cuddling aways ends up with you falling asleep halfway through

- anytime he’d piggyback you after a long night of clubbing because your feet hurt, you’d have your head on his shoulder and already dozing off

- or when you got home, drunk and laying on the bed as he helped take your heels off, by the time he came back from the bathroom with makeup wipes, you’d already be asleep on the bed

- always taking naps on the tour bus/car when you’re traveling with him on his tour bc he has you getting up so fucking early <\3

- if he has to leave early in the morning to get to the studio, you always grasp onto his torso like a lifeline, mumbling something like “mmm five more minutes”

- which he’d reply with “teuns gonna be annoyed if i’m late again, liefje.” attempting to leave but he just can’t say no to your pouty face, giving you those extra five or ten minutes of cuddling

- joost doesn’t care that you’re always so sleepy, he brings this comfort and warmth to you that no other person could

- and how could he ever say no to his sleepy girl?

[dumbhungsubboy]

Laying in bed beside mommy, she’s holding me against her chest, cuddling me, while I absentmindedly fuck her. She’s just scrolling her phone with her free hand, and we both let out little moans and whimpers here and there.

Just a casual comfy cuddly fuck.

My head to her chest, eyes closed, barely awake and moving my hips back and forth.

Mind wandering, thoughts of naughty things while I fuck mommy

Not paying attention

And…

Fuck

My cock is throbbing, pumping cum out, fuck I just came inside of her. It snuck up on me. I was just in bliss, in dreamland.

And then I notice..mommy had locked a leg around me, keeping me inside. I don’t think I could’ve pulled out even if I wanted to

Comforted by this thought, knowing my cum was welcomed inside of her, I resume fucking my cum deeper into mommy’s pussy

I love lazy mornings

[stargazedwinchester]

Soft Sounds | Dean

Summary: Dean mocks you for listening to nature sounds/lo-fi music while you sleep.

Based off of this request here, thank you! <3

Word count: 996

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Sleeping with any sort of noise has always been so comforting for you, having to live with the loud sounds of the world, all of the trauma you've endeavoured keeps you awake at night, memories creeping back from the most horrific times in your life.

You bought yourself your own little white noise machine a week ago, it makes multiple different sounds, and your favourites are lo-fi music and rain/thunder sounds. It's not every night that you have to use this, though, but it really does help. Especially with sleeping alone, your brain loves to play tricks on you during your quietest hours.

Tonight, you turn on your machine, clicking the button on top to change which sound you'd prefer to hear tonight. Your door is slightly ajar, knowing that the brothers were in the kitchen sharing a couple of beers and catching up. You had already told them you're going to have an early night for once and try to catch up on a lot of sleep you've missed out on recently. Doing this could probably help your awful sleep schedule.

You change into your pyjamas, a t-shirt and shorts combo that you threw on from the night before. Trying to look good while you slept is never the first thought since you literally live with two men who couldn't give any less of a crap, also, you're not dating either of them. You climb into bed and throw the covers over you, moving your hair out of your face, and lay on your side. Scrolling through your phone, you try to focus on the sounds coming from your machine, and within minutes, you're knocked out.

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As Sam and Dean call it a night, Sam stays to watch a movie in the main room, whilst Dean makes his way down toward the bedrooms. He notices your bedroom door is still slightly open, and he assumes you're awake.

"Hey, Y/-" He pauses, seeing you're fast out with your phone screen lit up, the lights still on and some noise coming from a weird-looking radio. He frowns, not knowing what is going on. He very quietly makes his way into your bedroom, and locks your phone, placing it on your bedside table. He dims the lights as he pads on over to your radio. "What the Hell is this?" He asks himself, keeping his voice just above a whisper. He glances at the tiny screen that presents what's playing. "She sleeps to this?" He scoffs, and a small grin appears on his face. He looks back at you, huffing. "This is such a Y/N thing to have." He says, standing back up and glancing over at you. Why would she ever own something like this? He thought to himself. It's stupid.

Your positioning in bed makes Dean chuckle to himself. You quite literally take up the whole bed, sprawled out like a starfish. It's mostly funny to him because of how cute you look when you're completely conked out. Your hair in your face, your shirt slightly riding up your torso from the amount of times you've tried to get comfy. "Hold on, is that my shirt?" He laughs quietly, admiring how natural you are.

Dean usually goes for the typical blonde, blue-eyed type of girl. The ones that show that they know they're sexy, that they can get any man they desire, but you - you were different. You never gave a damn about how you looked. If someone liked you, you'd make sure they get every single side of you, every single flaw and weakness. Having Dean see you completely barefaced and look like you just collapsed on your bed was the least of your worries.

Dean's gaze hovers over you for another minute or so, he catches himself smiling, noticing how comfy you are. You shuffle, which scares him a little, panicking that you're going to wake up to him watching you sleep.

"Dean?"

"Y-yeah?" He whispers, taking his hands out of his pockets.

"What are you doing in here?" You groan, wiping your hair out of your face, barely opening your eyes. "I um, heard your little radio thing and... I got curious." He says, an awkward smile appearing on his full lips. He reaches up and scratches the back of his head. You hum quietly in agreement with what he said. Whether Dean understood or not, it didn't matter. "Are you staying?" You mumble, shuffling yourself to the side to make more room. You quietly pat the side of the bed, inviting Dean to join you.

His heart skipped a beat. Sharing a bed with the only girl who genuinely liked him for him? It's almost unbelievable.

"Are you sure? I can go back to my room-"

"Dean, just get in." You say, pulling the covers open for him. His eyes lit up and the smile on his face looked as if it had been slapped on. He takes off his flannel shirt revealing his dark grey t-shirt underneath, and also taking his jeans off down to his underwear. He gently sits down on your bed, ensuring there's still enough space for you. He keeps his space, though, not wanting to give any wrong ideas. "Why were you looking at my machine?" You say, and Dean grins. "It looks weird. Why do you sleep with it?"

"It's to help me sleep."

"It's to help me sleep," He mocks, shutting his eyes. "Just sleep in silence, it's not that hard." He adds, and you huff. "So funny." You grin, slowly moving closer toward him. "It's nice though, really nice..." He trails, his eyes are fully shut, and his body is relaxing. "Come here," He says, adjusting himself so he's lying slightly above you, and you move in to lay on his chest, your leg intertwined with his. He keeps his arm rested above his head, his other hand caressing your hair. "This is nice," He mumbles, almost instantly drifting to sleep.

[puckinghischier]

Oh please! Some fluff about Quinn returning home to his girl who couldn't stay up to greet him. She wakes up in the morning cuddled up to Quinn and they are all so happy to be reunited

quinn has always hated the fact he gets home from road games so late. at least when he plays in a home game, on the rare occasion you don’t go, you’re always up and waiting to greet him, win or lose.

but whenever they’re on the road? the apartment is dark and quiet and all he can hear are your soft snores coming from his bed.

he always takes extra care to put his things away as silently as he can, slipping quietly into the bathroom to shower and wash the travel grime off of his sore body. he’s even memorized the path from the bed to the bathroom in the pitch black darkness, refusing to turn even his phone light on, dodging every obstacle like it’s a game.

the only thing that gets him through the long plane rides or bus trips is thinking about the moment he gets to slip into bed with you. you always make sure you leave him enough room to squeeze his broad body into the space next to you, but somehow your head always ends up on his pillow. quinn smiles, not telling you he sprays it down with his cologne every time he leaves for away games, knowing how much you find comfort in the scent you recognize as his.

finally laying down on the plush mattress, relaxing and scooping your body into his arms like you belong there, (because you do) he hums out a content sigh as you unconsciously squeeze him in your sleep. you snuggle into his side and bury your nose into his neck as he drifts off to sleep, thankful he’s made it back home to you once again.

when you blink your sleepy eyes open in the morning, you feel the solid body beneath you breathing softly. you’re practically on top of quinn, head still wedged under his chin as his hands hold you securely in place.

you can’t help the smile that breaks out on your face, wiggling your way even deeper into his hold, wanting to crawl into his skin, really.

the movement causes quinn to stir, heavy lids popping open just slightly to look down at the top of your head.

“gettin’ comfy?” he’d rasp out, only half awake.

raising your head up to look at his face, you smile adoringly at his squinted eyes looking back at you.

“just happy you’re home, s’all. don’t want you to ever leave again,” you whine earnestly, laying your head back down on his chest.

quinn raises his hand resting on your hip up to pet your head, playing with your soft hair. “i know, baby. i’d bring you with me, if i could.”

he tilts his head down to place a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“at least it’s always a nice surprise to wake up on top of you afterwards,” you chuckle, making your body as heavy as you can, trying to sink into him.

“m’favorite part,” he responds, twirling the ends of your hair around his slender fingers.

“never stop coming home to me,” you whisper, trailing your thumb back and forth over a particularly soft piece of flesh on his flank.

“as long as you never stop being my home to come back to,” he responds, shifting slightly to settle his body back into the soft mattress, squeezing you tightly before dozing off once again.

[wileys-russo]

maybe a fic or blurb where reader is Leah’s girlfriend and an Aussie or an American but plays for Arsenal and is the same age as less? so Leah requests they befriend less and make her feel welcome but then they become besties and Leah gets all pouty and jealous which reader finds hilarious cause her and less are just friends but she loves to wind Leah up

work wife II l.williamson

your eyes fluttered awake as you heard the chime of the alarm on your phone beside your head. scrambling around you flicked it off, exhaling heavily and rubbing the sleep from the corner of your eyes.

with a glance over your shoulder you smiled seeing your girlfriend was still dead asleep by your side, not even stirring at the sound of the alarm. placing your phone back down on the table you shuffled closer, moving to sit on her back as she let out a quiet groan.

"good morning baby." you sang out softly, laying down on top of her and gently kissing her bare shoulder blades.

"it is when i wake up like this." the blonde mumbled, eyes still closed but a smile curling at her lips. "mm that so?" you hummed, moving her hair out of the way to move your lips to her neck. "leah!" you laughed as she suddenly flipped herself over, pulling you again on top of her as she now lay on her back.

"your accent sounds dead sexy in the morning." leah mumbled as she tugged you down into a proper kiss. "dead sexy? you've been talking to my friends on facetime too much." you smiled against her lips, leahs hands grabbing at your hips as she shifted underneath you and placed a hand to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss.

"you've got rehab at ten babe." you pulled away before things escalated and reminded the blonde with an apologetic smile, head thumping down on the pillow beside her as leah cracked one eye open and sighed tiredly with a nod.

she moved her arm to gently tap your sides as you rolled off of her, leah stretching out with a groan. "each days one days closer." you whispered, watching her as you lay on your side, recognizing the frustrated frown which settled on her features.

"yeah." she gave you a tight smile, pecking your lips again and slipping out of bed, tossing a shirt on and heading for the bathroom.

"so you remember it's alessia's first day today right?" leah started, settling into her seat as you hummed, eyes focused on the road. normally you'd be passenger princess but with leahs recovery it had meant a change of situation, much to leahs horror that she was no longer fully in control anymore.

"well the two of you are the same age, you're both strikers. can you look out for her please baby? make sure she feels welcomed yeah? i won't be around as much today, neither will beth since we're both on our own programs with rehab. she has lotte but i want her to feel as comfy and welcome as she can." your girlfriend continued with a concerned frown.

"say comfy again i dare you." you sent her a teasing smile as the blonde rolled her eyes playfully and you parked up outside the compound.

"of course though lee, i'll make sure she settles in with everyone." if only leah had known just how far things would go, maybe she'd not have bothered to ask you in the first place.

~

it was months later and leah was sat on the sofa kitted out in a matching tracksuit set and browsing what movie the two of you would watch tonight, thursday always your night in together.

“bye babe I’m off!” however leahs head whipped around with a frown as you came thundering downstairs, clearly dressed up to go somewhere, and not with her.

“what! where you off to?” leah shot to her feet as you practically hurtled into her, kissing her quickly and side stepping the taller girl. “to the movies with less! i told you at training today?” you explained, moving toward the door as your girlfriend grabbed your hand.

“no you didn’t!” leah shook her head firmly, eyebrows furrowed into an annoyed frown. “yes i did baby, less even asked if you wanted to come with us and you said no.” you smiled in amusement as leah scoffed in disbelief.

“see these things on the side of your head? they’re called ears and they’re wonderful for listening!” you teased tugging on her ears and gently pulling your hand out of her grip, opening the front door and stepping out as leah hovered in the doorway.

“let’s go lovebird or we’re gonna be late!” alessia called out of her window with a smile, honking once as you flipped her off with a grin.

“lee i have to go. i’ll see you in a bit, there’s leftovers in the fridge for you to heat up for dinner. i love you!” you pecked her lips a few times before hurrying down the driveway and slipping into your best friends car, leah watching on with a scowl as the white mercedes peeled out of the driveway.

~

“-no it’s like this you idiot!” you laughed, currently sitting cross legged in the passenger of alessia’s car, the two of you parked in your driveway as you tried to teach her a game you played as a child growing up in australia.

“you clap and then you slide and then you clap again and then you-“ you demonstrated the hand movements again as the blonde across from you watched on with a determined look, nodding along.

“okay go!” your best friend commanded as the two of you started, alessia messing up immediately after the first round as you threw your head back with a laugh. “this is so stupid!” the blonde huffed, crossing her arms over her chest with a scowl.

“this is a kids game less, even children can manage it.” you patted her shoulder with mock sympathy as she shoved at you, the two of you messing around for a bit before alessia stopped, your hands gripped tightly in hers as she nodded forward.

“we’ve got a spectator.” the girl chuckled, leahs head poking through a crack in the curtains of your front windows making you grin and tug your hands away. “i better go. but this was fun! even if you conned me into seeing a horror movie.” you rolled your eyes at the blondes trickery who shrugged.

“it’s not my fault you’re so gullible.”

“it’s not my fault you’re so clumsy.” you grinned, the blondes face bright red as you both recalled the way she’d tripped up the stairs when the two of you were finding your seats, dropping her popcorn and her dignity everywhere.

“shut up you promised you’d leave that between just us!” your best friend whined burying her face in her hands. “and i will!” you assured as you hugged her goodbye, opening your door and stepping out.

“well…us and leah.” you grinned, fully intending on telling the blonde the moment you got inside as alessia yelled after you that you made a promise. “girlfriends don’t count! bye less!” you called back with a wink, waving her off as she backed out of the driveway, letting yourself back into your home with your keys.

“hello creeper.” you greeted your girlfriend with a cheeky grin, who’d conveniently moved away from the window she was previously peering out of. but you frowned as she ignored you and headed for the kitchen.

“you should have seen what happened with less tonight baby oh my god it was so funny.” you took a seat at the bench, rambling away as leah made herself a cup of tea, you too busy throwing your hands around storytelling to pick up on the body language that she wasn't happy with you.

"lee? did you hear me?" your laughter died down as your girlfriend stirred her tea, spoon clinking against the mug melodically. "hey, baby. you okay?" you asked softer now, sensing something was definitely off with the defender.

your concerned gaze turned into a frown as leah brushed you off again, spoon clattering in the sink as she dropped it and moved past you, making a beeline for the living room.

"leah?" you tried again, following after her and hovering at the end of the sofa. though when you were again rewarded with silence you left her to it, heading off to shower and change into something comfier in hopes that whatever was bothering the blonde would blow over with a little bit of time.

"are you done being moody now?" you asked when you returned a half hour later, changed and freshly showered, standing in front of her with your arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. but again, met with silence.

"lee whatever's happened, can we just talk about it please?" you asked with raised eyebrows. "come on, i missed you." you kicked her leg gently as her scowl deepened and she continued to focus on the tv behind your head.

"can't have missed me too much when you're always with your new girlfriend." leah mumbled, crossing her arms and huffing quietly as it all finally clicked for you. "oh my god, you can't seriously be jealous of alessia?" you threw your head back with genuine laughter.

"i'm not jealous, and don't fucking laugh at me." leah scowled at you, unimpressed by the reaction. "baby- you started with a grin, moving to sit down on top of her and ignoring her mumbles for you to get off as you cupped her face.

"-do i need to remind you that it was you who pushed me to look after less in the first place?" you shook your head with an amused smile. "we're just close friends lee. you have nothing to be jealous about!" you squeezed her cheeks playfully, using your fingers to curl her lips up into a forced smile.

"you left me alone on our thursday." the blonde confessed with a small pout as you let go of her face. "baby i did ask if you wanted to come, ears remember!" you flicked them playfully as the captain finally cracked a small smile.

"but no more thursday plans with less, i promise." you kissed her sweetly before peppering kisses all over her face as your girlfriend finally smiled properly. "yeah you better not, you're on thin ice." leahs hands fell to your hips, the two of you kissing properly as you shifted slightly on top of her and pulled away.

"but...i did ask my work wife to drive me to training tomorrow, we're getting coffee." "your what?!"

[stoirmeachapas]

just enough

warnings: nightmares and paige being annoying but thats lowkey it this ones kinda cute

request: hi!!! i loved you nika headcannons. would you be open to writing about her? i rlly feel like you’re hc abt her match up so well

nika mühl x reader

the warmth of my blankets encompassed me in, the weight of the soft fabric holding me down. i don’t really know how i was still awake, considering it was almost 1 a.m.

its not like i was staying awake, i was actually trying to sleep.

my room was small, but comfy. the only light was a streetlight gleaming through the window. it had one bed, a nightstand and, a dresser. a uconn ncaa banner was pitched above the bed. my dorm-room was surprisingly quiet, the only sound being a small floor fans whirring.

the silence was interrupted was a quiet jingle from the door handle. the metal clicked and the door creaked open, and a tall brunette girl poked her head in. “hey niks. couldn’t sleep again?”

“how’d you know?” she spoke sarcastically, shrugging while she walked in. the door closed quietly behind her. sometimes when nika can’t sleep, she finds her way into my room. after what was probably the 20th time this happened, i gave her an extra key so i didn’t have to get up to let her in.

i scooted closer to the wall to make space as she stumbled her way over. nika lifted the covers up and slipped under them, instantly moving closer to me. she gave me a quick smile before rolling over, facing away. “thanks. for you know. this?”

“yeah… i don’t mind,” i traced little shapes on her back while we talked. i drew a dog and a house and two girl standing outside of it before she moved. nika sunk further into the bed, “i was kind of worried you would.”

“why would it bother me? its really nice when you’re here.” she giggled before turning back towards me, making eye contact in the dark. “do you really think i would give you a key if it bothered me?”

she had really nice eyes, and they were looking right in mine. and the way she talked was so perfect, “i guess i never thought about it that way.” she blinked and it broke me out if my trance, but i was pulled back in the second i could see them again. the chocolate brown swirled around, darker on the inside and lighter on the outside. it had such a sweet look to it and the colour highlighted her face.

nika sighed and then we just layed there in silence, but it wasn’t awkward. nothing needed to be said. the presence of each other being there was just enough.

but i had to break it. i don’t really know why. “are you sure your doing okay?”

she seemed taken aback, her eyes loosing the happiness they had seconds prior to my words. “i- why wouldn’t i be?” she was laying so close to me that i could feel her breath shaking while she spoke, a nervousness coating her expressions.

“niks, i’m just worried about your sleep and stuff. you come in here saying that you cant sleep more often then not,” she pulled the covers slightly closer, twisting the edge lightly with her fingers. “and theres nothing wrong with you coming in here, but is something keeping you up at night?”

“its not like its important or anything.”

“yes it is.”

even though she was laying down she still crossed her arms and gave me a you should be quiet look. “why?”

“because your important. and i care.” a strand of hair fell in front of her face and she blew at it to try and get rid of it, but it kept ended up right back in her face. frustration grew over her face. after she started mumbling swears at it, i tucked it behind her ear.

“why do you care?” she spat, calmness buried underneath her mean tone.

“i don’t know, why are you interrogating me now?”

“you know i didn’t come here for a heart to heart. i came here to sleep.”

“i guess we don’t always get what we want.”

she took in a deep breath, “i’ve been have these nightmares, where i cant do anything right. and coach gets mad at me, then the rest of the team follows,”

“and nobody will talk to me, because i keep messing the plays up. not even you will talk to me.”

“and it gets to the point where nobody will look at me, because they’re ashamed for me. or at me, i’m not really sure. and in the end, i just stop loving basketball.” her voice cracks with those last words and it breaks my heart. and as the tears she was holding back slowly make their way over her waterline and onto her face, i pull her into a hug.

her voice was all squeaky and wobbly, “i just don’t want to be a failure.” nikas face was pressed against my chest, a wet spot appearing on my t-shirt.

“no. look at me,”

nika peered up at me, eyes still glossy with tears. “you are not a failure. you never will be, okay? we all love you so much. i love you so much.”

“yeah.” she sniffled out. my hand held her head close the myself, playing with her hair. my other hand scratched her back, trailing under her shirt slightly.

she wiped her tears with her sleeve before cuddling back in, “your a good friend.” she mumbled into the crook of my neck, her lips brushing lightly over my skin as she spoke.

she was still there when i woke up, snoring lightly. her leg was thrown over me and her arms were still wrapped around my waist. nika was practically a koala, but i didn’t mind.

i was just glad she was there.

most if the time when she came in the night, we wouldn’t talk at all and she would be gone by the time i was awake. usually i was asleep when she got there too. sometimes i didn’t even know she was in my room until she mentions it sometime during the day.

i trusted her, entirely.

it didn’t matter to me if she came in and out throughout the night and the morning.

after awhile, we just stopped talking about it. if she was there, then cool. we didn’t need to have a conversation about why.

im not sure what was different about last night and this morning. but i liked it. i liked talking to her, and i liked having her with me.

she was a cute sleeper too. her messy hair still looked perfect. i could just lay there forever, it was peaceful. but we weren’t going to, because nika woke up. she yawned and stretched her arms up, nudging me in the face with one. “g’morning.”

she peeled herself off of me, smiling up. “good morning. whats the time?”

i shrugged, “i dunno.”

nika got out of the bed, grabbing my hands and pulling me up with her. she didn’t let go when she started to talk, “hey, I’m sorry about last night.”

i smiled at her, it was more of a sad smile though. my thumb traced over her hand, “don’t be. everybody needs somebody.”

she squeezed both of my hands before pulling me into a hug, pressing a quick kiss to the side of my head. “no, i- you said you loved me, and i didn’t say it back. so i’m sorry about that.”

“its fine.”

she spoke quietly, almost like a whisper, “i do love you too, by the way.” she smiled.

i held her face in my hands, “good.” i pressed a light kiss to her chin. “you better love me.”

god, her smile was perfect too. she giggled and smiled again. “ill see you at practice?”

“three hours mühl. trust me, ill be there.” she pulled me into a hug, patting my back.

she pulled away, heading towards the door. “bye bye!”

i walked into practice with my bag slung over my shoulder, barely awake.

i had fallen asleep again after nika had left, only waking up because paige barged into my room, woke me up by scaring me, then still made fun of my scream.

then she forced me to make her waffles, then complained that i had no butter. like…?

i held my head in my hands, rubbing my temples. “p be quiet, for one second please?”

“but-”

“paige. shh.” i took a sip of water and began walking towards the court, not realizing she was multiple steps behind me. at that point, it was too late.

she ran at me and jumped onto my back which sent up both onto the floor, laughing hysterically. i was curled into a ball holding my stomach because it was so funny it hurt. “paige, why?” i laughed out, hitting her over the head for payback.

“oh you did not”

she shot onto her feet and grabbed me, hoisting me onto my feet. i wiggled out of her grip and started to run away, laughing at her as she chased after.

i ran into a brunette girl, grabbing her shoulders in putting her between me and paige. “help! nika, help me please.”

“what did you do?”

i wheezed as i spoke because i was out if breath. “i-”

the blonde girl cut me off, “she hit me.”

“you practically tackled me!”

paige smirked before running around nika towards me, hitting me over the head. she laughed as she ran away, “paige! i’m done.” i spoke as i lied on the floor, staring up at the ceiling.

nika leaned above me, shaking her head while smiling, “get up,” she spoke, dragging out her words.

i groaned and rolled over onto my stomach, ignoring her.

her hands wrapped around my waist, trying to pull me onto my feet. “put me down. its colder on the floor.”

“no.”

once my feet were on the ground, i turned around to face her. i didn’t realize how close she was, because our faces were an inch apart. “not so bad up here, huh?”

“its horrible. i’m getting water.”

she snickered as i walked away, finding paige again. i walked over to the benches, grabbing my water from my bag.

“hm. look what the cat dragged in”

i turned to face the girl, “paige. what?” i sighed, “what are you talking about?”

“nevermind. i have a question.” the blonde sat down next to me, leaning to whisper into my ear, “what up with you and niks?”

“nothing! what?”

“you know what i mean,” she wiggled her eyebrows at me, “i mean she totally likes you.”

“first of all, shes just my friend and my teammate. second of all, this is very random.”

she stood up, putting her hands on her hips. “it would be cute.”

“i guess.”

paige made an explosion sound and motion with her hands. “so you admit to it?”

“fine, yes. shes cute.” the blonde pulled me into a hug and swayed back and forth. “ill make it happen.”

im shutting this idea down. “no, p. your doing nothing.”

“but-” i held a single finger to her lips, silencing her, “shhh.”

“please just let me! trust me it will go perfect.”

i closed my water bottle, placing it down next to me. i went to answer her but coach walked in, the rest of the ream following behind. “alright. lets get started! running laps! go!”

i was so sore. my legs felt like jello and everything hurt. i was laying on my bed on my stomach, scrolling on my phone. it was quiet, until nika came to my dorm again. she normally never came twice in a row, but i didn’t mind. “hey. whats up?”

“i need to talk to you.”

she was fiddling with her fingers and sweatshirts sleeves, a nervous expression pasted over her face. “i was talking to paige after practice today, and i-, uhm.”

“oh god.” i pulled my knees to my chest while sitting up in bed. breaking my eye contact with nika.

she closed the door and sat down in the beanbag chair in the corner of my room. “is it true?”

“yes,” i think i might kill paige. “niks, i don’t want things to to be weird.”

she stood up from the beanbag chair on the floor and walked over to the bed, sitting down next to me. “it wont be.”

“why, i thi-” i never got to finish my sentence.

nika grabbed the side of my face and placed her lips on mine, smiling into it. my hands made their way to her neck before she pulled away. “thats why.”

[angel-sweets666]

Running away!

Guard !könig x princess!reader

A guard takes a liking to the slightly younger princess he was supposed to protect

warning: smut, swearing, poorly translated German

little bit of background for yous, there is a age gap. Not a illegal one however, König is 36 while your between 19-25 (depending on you)

A/n UGHH IM WRITING THREE SERIES AT THE SAME TIMEEE😭 I’m doing all this cuz I felt like producing some different content at the same time for different people <3

König sighed and leaned against the door of the princess, you. He stood post every day and made sure you were safe. He looked up the hallway were your other sisters rooms were, their respective guards standing post aswell. You peeked your head out the window “könig..?” You whispered to him “ja?” He grumbled lowly, rolling his head over to face you. His mask always intrigued you, you wondered if he was handsome or not… “Uhm… whatcha doing..?” You fully stepped out, your hair out and in your night gown. “Making sure you’re safe, that is my job… ja?” His eyes lifted under his mask to suggest he was smiling, you smiled to him “I suppose.. yeah…” you walked over to sit stand next to him “so like.. what do you do? Like a job.. what do you do?” You asked quietly “I uh.. I train, and I protect you.” He replied “that’s nice” you sighed and then slid down the door, sitting on the floor by his feet “könig?” You looked up at him and smiling sweetly, he hummed in response “do you have a wife..? Kids?” You asked him “ah.. Nein, I have no one to warm my bed.” He shook his head, sighing “Ich wünschte, ich hätte eine Frau”.

You looked down at your thighs, then leaned onto his legs. He looked down at your head “ah.. princess what are you doing..?” He asked in his usual thick Austrian accent “talking to you” you replied. He chuckled deeply “comfy there..?” He said in an amused tone “mhm.. very…” you closed your eyes and smiled sweetly. He blushed under his mask and went back to standing up straight “you have got to go back to your bed princess..” he informs you, noticing that you were falling asleep. König places his gun down then grabs you by the underarm and pushes the door open, slowly walking you to your bed and laying you down in it “Gute Nacht” he pets your head then goes back to his post, standing by your door and waiting for his shift to be over.

the ladies of waiting you had bursted into the room, waking you up, ringing bells and opening blinded, all in a attempt to wake you. You slowly groaned and rolled over to keep sleeping “your royal highness you have a special day today!” One of your ladies grabbed you and gently pulled you out of the comforts of your bed “what…?” Your grumbled “today you must choose a groom!”

your wide awake now.

“what?! No! I can’t! I mean.. I wanna love my husband!” You yelled as they brushed your hair and pulled you into a corset “politics won’t allow that my dear” another lady of waiting informed you, she was slightly older and had served many queens and princesses during her time “but…” you stuttered but couldn’t get anything out, you couldn’t stop thinking about König and how he said he had nobody to warm his bed. “Maybe id like to warm his bed..” a little voice told you in your head, but you quickly pushed it away. He was your gaurd not your future husband… oh but he is such a gentleman…. Nope! They finally fitted you into a blue gown and did your hair, finishing up the last touches “uh.. yous done yet?” You asked the ladies in waiting “nearly!” They said in almost complete unison, which freaked you out. “I’m finished! Stop.. stop” you tried to pull the ladies off you since the finishing touches, were getting annoying.

30 minutes later

“nope.. your ugly and annoying” you said bluntly to this snobby misogynistic prick they called a prince “THIS IS A HUGE MISTAKE FOR YOU!” He yelled in frustration, you looked towards könig on your left while you leaned back on your throne, he kept eye contact with you and you blushed; trying to straighten yourself up from the obvious sexual tension. You sighed as you met a shy prince, prince Gabrielle who to be quite Frank, was setting off your gaydar. “Uh…” you leaned forward and whispered to this guy “you seem like a gay so I’ll save you the trauma” he nodded “I’ve got a boyfriend” he whispered “I just don’t think we’ll get along well and it’ll end in divorce, I’ll be happy to be friendly however. An alliance maybe?” You said in a friendly tone. He smiled to you in relief. There was only a few princes at the moment so you were safe for a while….

that night you again, peeked your head out the door, sat next to könig. Except this time you were a bit more suggestive with it, saying things like “your very tall..” him being 6,10 “very strong huh?” “Shame you don’t have a wife”

the whole time König was thinking you were the death of him, the very lovely death of him….

[colac3y]

Quite Quiet . •

. • spencer comes home late and gets comfy • .

. • 1.3k words - not proofread • .

. • from lace -- i was in the mood to write and i didn't really have any storyline so i just decided to do a little spencer kind of blurb..i did not proofread this so if there's typos my bad guys im about to fall asleep sitting up ;o • .

. • 11:13 pm.

You were sat, comfy and barely conscious on the big brown couch of your shared apartment. The light and noise of the TV kept you awake, but the warm weight on the cat purring on your lap made your eyelashes flutter, eyes threatening to close.

The soft push of the door made you squeeze your eyes shut a moment to wake yourself a bit, sitting up and bothering the cat. Opening your gaze up again, you see Spencer coming inside.. home finally. He was moving quietly, most likely hoping not to disturb the peace.

"..Hi," You hum softly, bringing the heels of your hands up to rub your eyes. The cat stretches and hops off your lap, bringing some of the throw that sat over you with it.

Spencer's gaze trains up to you, that familiar little smile curling down the corners of his mouth. "You were about to sleep," He states simply. He leans down a moment to place his satchel on the floor beside the door, but he stays down a bit longer when the cat brushes up against his leg and pushes its head into his hand.

"..I wasn't really trying," A soft smile graces your face as you pull up the blanket off the floor again. "How was the case?"

"Mmph, confusing," Spencer hums back. He softly steps into the living room, stopping a moment to glance at the TV before back to your form on the couch. "But, we caught him in the end." He shifts between the ottoman to sit beside you on the cushions. His arms go around your torso, drawing a little breath from your nose. "You should be in bed," He mumbles, giving a soft squeeze to your middle.

"...I was hanging out with Cookie out here." You say softly back. He buries his face into the side of your head, the warmth of his breath fanning over your neck. "She left me when you opened the door.." That stews a soft chuckle from his throat.

"She thinks she can trick me in to thinking you didn't feed her," He mutters into your ear from his spot. He's clinging tonight, which isn't rare when he comes home late like this.

"She's a fatass," you smile, your head burying into the top of his head. He shakes his head, his arms tightening around your middle, moving softly to try and bury himself into your side.

"Don't be mean.." He pouts, "That's my baby."

"I thought I was your baby," You whisper back, your head dipping down slightly to try and look at him, but his head is still tucked into you.

"Mmh." His lack of a response, aswell as his mumbly-ness, showed to you that he was close to knocking out. He confirmed with his next words, "I'm sleepy."

"I know," you hum in response. "Me too."

"I know."

You feel a soft nod against your neck, causing your head to tilt slightly towards him. You nudge your arm slightly out of its squished position, and spencer shifts slightly to let it go. You get free and snake your arm behind his back, hand resting on his side. He lets out a soft, content breath. You shift softly to lay back down again.

"Lay back, Spence." Your eyes train up on him when he doesn't ease up. Must've been the case, something about it. He looks down, lips parted softly, before he settles down. His head dips down to rest on your chest, he seems almost vulnerable. Small.

His body fits nice into the crooks of your own, his leg fitting itself between yours, his other knee brushing against your calf. Spencer's hand finds home on your back beneath your shirt, shifting upward gently and then back down again. you hum gently in response, fingers threading through his hair.

"I missed you.." He mumbles, his face buried into your shirt. His legs bring themselves up, to try and get some warmth, since blanket covers neither of your feet.

"I missed you, doctor." Your voice was soft and sleep-slurred. He smiles at your words, at your sweet sleepiness. You scratch at his scalp with gentle fingers. You were both quiet, your eyes trained back on the TV. It played on a random channel, some cop show like CSI or something, you weren't sure. You watched anyway. Spence was quiet, breathing you in.

His head stayed snuggled into your chest, his arm resting over your stomach as it rose and fell real softly. His hair sifted between your fingers, before you promptly buried your hand back in, pulling out gently and doing that over and over. The action seemed to soothe him. He was comfy, even still in his work clothes. You never understood how he could be in dress pants and 3 layers but still fall asleep under a duvet and 2 throws. It made you sweat just thinking about it, and you slept in a pair of underwear and a shirt.

After a bit of lying still, your hand comes from his head to his back, scratching your nails gently up and down the back of his shirt. His expression was content, as he moved to rest his cheek on the surface of your shirt, so now he could watch the TV, as you had been doing.

"...Is that what you do?" You mumble softly, a smile crossing your face. You were joking. Spencer swallowed as he watched the screen.

"No, angel. Well.. sort of. Sometimes. They're CSI." His finger traced soft lines up and down your arm as he spoke, his voice more gentle than usual.

"Mmh." You nod softly. "That's gnarly."

"Yeah." He hums. The screen showed a pretty bad crime scene, blood like.. everywhere.

"I couldn't stomach that."

"..Mhm." He's listening. He just can't find the conscious mind to respond properly. It grows quiet again, the two of you bathing in each other's company. His knuckles run up and down your arm with gentle strokes. Every so often you flinch at the touches.

He raises his head softly to look up at you when he notices your movements. His eyes brown eyes got big and sweet and his lips parted softly like they were when he got sleepy. "What?" Spencer mutters, resting his chin on you and holding his gaze with yours. He looked like a puppy, his eyelashes casting soft shadows on his cheeks. "Why're you flinching?"

"I'm falling asleep and you doing that wakes me up." You mutter, shifting again to rest your head back on the couch pillow.

"Sorry." He hums softly in response. shifting to rest his head back on you.

"Don't say sorry."

It was quiet once again. Comfortable quiet. After a bit, uou reach your hand down, to find the remote on the floor. "We should go to bed.."

"Mm-mm." Spencer was still, you could feel his breath on your collar. He didn't wanna move. He was content, feeling your stomach rise and fall beneath his sternum, feeling your hands brush through his hair and over his back. He didn't want to even think about getting up.

"Mm-mm? Don't complain to me when your back hurts and you have a kink in your neck tomorrow, honey."

"I wont." He snuggled his head further into your his voice muffled by your shirt.

"Oookay." You pat his back, scratching his shoulder a moment before moving your hand back to hang off the couch and search for the remote on the floor.

The TV turns black, the room going quieter. Spencer's soft breathing fillled your ears. He took the TV turning off as you two were going to sleep. "Goodnight, y/n."

"..Night, Spencer." you breathe, dipping your chin down to your chest to press a kiss to him, but you would have to sit up to reach. Your head lolls back onto the pillow once more. It's not too soon after that, that he falls asleep. He hasn't slept good for days, all he did was miss you. He couldn't bare to even get up and be off you.

Tomorrow, he would complain right when he woke that he had a kink in his neck.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

YAYY YOU'VE OPENED YOUR REQUESTS!! 🥳🥳 okay so, the thing is, i'm on my period rn and i'm kind of craving some pietro fluff😞

can i request a fic where the reader got back to the avengers compound in the middle of the night after a super tiring and degrading mission and she needs some comfort after everything that happened, so she goes to pietro's room and sneak into his bed (she went to his room after she showered ofc bc imagine sleeping next to him being all sweaty, stinky and bloody from the mission💀). pietro wakes up and sees her laying next to him and, even sleepy, he gets all happy that she's back and immediately pulls her into his arms to cuddle. they talk briefly and, when she's about to fall asleep, pietro starts to whisper sweet nothings to her until they both eventually fall asleep in each others arms.

I know YAAYAY!!! but not yay to your period, big boo!! this is a super cute idea and hope it can be of some help. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

LATE-NIGHT SWEET NOTHINGS.

pietro maximoff x fem!reader

word count. 515

Missions were always strenuous, no matter how many you've been on. But this one assignment in particular, evoked many feelings you wish to forget. 

As soon as the jet landed on the grounds of the compound, you headed right for the door - not wanting to mess around. It was late. You were tired. And all you wanted was to forget about your awful mission. So you waved 'bye' to the few members on board, throwing your bag over your shoulder before leaving the ship.

You were utterly frazzled and worn, the only person who could be of any help, sleeping soundly in his room down the hall. You wanted to see him immediately, but you were in no state - so you headed into your room first, making your way into your ensuite and getting into the shower. 

You wanted to scrub away the dirt and grime and guilt of your night, so you did exactly that - letting the water coat and wash you. After a short while of decompressing, you step out - drying off before putting on something warm and comfy: sweats and fluffy socks. 

After finishing up with your routines, you trudge down the hall to Pietro's room - slowly and quietly opening the door, you sneak inside. You didn't want to disturb him, especially since it was so late, so you tiptoe across his room, creeping into the empty side of his bed. 

You feel Pietro roll next to you, instinctively moving closer to you under the covers - he wasn't awake, but even in sleep, he knew you were there. You scooch closer, burying your face into his bicep, wanting to elevate the distress within you and seeking solace. 

"Missed you," Pietro sleepily grumbles, wrapping an arm around your middle - holding you tight. 

"I missed you," you whisper, voice weakened.

"What's the matter?" his eyes fling open, head pulling back to see you clearer. "You sound sad."

"Nothing," you partially lie, ducking your face back into the comfort of him. "Just tired."

Even in his tired, half-asleep state, he wasn't going to let it down easy. So he brings a hand to rest on the side of your face, gently moving your head back to meet him. "What happened?"

"It just sucked, and I missed you," you whisper, placing your hand over Pietro's - holding the back of it, fingers weaving into his.

He hums softly, leaning forward to kiss the tip of your nose, nuzzling his head into yours. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asks, speaking faintly between the close distance. 

You gently shake your head, snuggling further into him. 

He coos, wrapping his arm around your head —the one you rested upon— like the action was protecting you - shielding you. Like he was keeping you safe.

He resisted the urge to doze off first, wanting to wait for you. And while he listened to your breathing soften and even out - he whispered sweet nothings to you, speaking his love aloud to your almost sleeping self, cuddled into him.

these types of fic are me weakness!!! !!! !!!!!!!!