#fluttery fluffy goodness

[sophiacloud28]

Omg omg omg I just saw this!! I love that you’re doing the ask game!

Can I please ask for number 6) you love me? With a future rise Donnie?

I’m going to be so chill about this. I promise…not! Xx

🫶🫂💜

Hmmmm... Let's go for main timeline, just aged up? 'Cause I can't see Donnie even looking during the Apocalypse.

One-shot, fluff, Rise Donatello

That — That...

What?

He had to have heard that wrong. He must have. There's absolutely no way.

... Is there?

He turns around to watch you talk with S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. He blinks as you laugh at whatever the drone tells you. And he frowns as he tries to get back to his work as he said he would only for the thought to keep him away from it as it pings and pongs throughout his skull.

This can't wait. He has to revise the fashion plates before they're sent in for printing. There's no time.

But...

He grabs his phone and types a message he hopes he doesn't regret later only to sigh in relief when he gets a positive answer. He then pockets it and looks at you again.

And while he doesn't like admitting it, he has to pause to swallow down his heart while watching you dance with S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. He's compelled to smile as you laugh some more and he can't but wonder...

He shakes his head. He calls your name and watches you stop along with his drone as the words slam back into the forefront of his mind. He has no idea how to approach the subject, but...

"Did you mean that?"

If he follows the cues his youngest brother has left him with...

"Mean what?"

Then he should get the answers he seeks.

"You... love me?"

However, he can only hope it's in your smile. That it's in your steps that near him. Or that it's... in the soft kiss you give him that you then use to bring your foreheads together.

"Always."

Although there's no denying your words and the way it makes the world shift, just a little.

An illusion, for sure. There's no way it would actually move and he could notice. But for the first time, with the way he can feel his heart try to beat its way out of his plastron...

"I think I love you, too."

And with the way it makes you giggle and kiss his cheek as he wraps his arms around your waist...

He wants to believe it.

taglist: @thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos, @thelaundrybitch, @luckycharms1701

[starsenha]

COME OVER? / P.S

Pairing ◊ sub!reader x softdom!Sunghoon

Genre ◊ SMUT, fluff, reader and hoon are in a situationship

Warnings ◊ SMUT (minors dni), making out, cursing, kinda jealous hoon??, fingering, rough, softdom!hoon, petnames, unprotected sex (wrap it up), bits of dry humping, mild degradation? (tell me if i missed one!)

Word count ◊ 3,4k

Summary ◊ You and Sunghoon were in a sorta situationship, you agreed at the beginning to keep it no strings attached. But one day, you came over, pretending it was to see his dog Gaeul, but you really wanted to see him.

a/n: not proofread, enjoy!

You stood outside Sunghoon’s apartment, nervously shifting from foot to foot. You'd been here a million times, but tonight felt different. Your heart raced, and you mentally cursed yourself for being so transparent. Your heart was doing that annoying fluttery thing every time you see him. It was infuriating, really.

With a deep breath, you knocked on the door. Almost immediately, it swung open, revealing Sunghoon’s smiling face. “Hey,” he greeted, his eyes twinkling mischievously. He crossed his arms over his chest, leaving you admiring his toned biceps, emphasized by his gray tank top. “Here to see Gaeul, I assume?”

You rolled your eyes, trying to suppress a grin. “Of course, Hoon. Who else would I be here for?”

He stepped aside to let you in, shaking his head with an exaggerated sigh. “Gaeul! Your favorite human is here!” he called out.

You were barely inside when Gaeul, his fluffy white dog, bounded over to you, tail wagging furiously. You crouched down, giving her all your attention. “Hey, pretty girl! Missed you so much!” you cooed, scratching behind her ears.

Sunghoon stood above you, arms crossed, smirking. “You know, I’m starting to get jealous of my own dog.”

You straightened up, flipping your hair dramatically. “Well, maybe if you were as cute as Gaeul, you’d get the same treatment.”

“Ouch,” he said, clutching his chest. “Right in the heart.” You laughed and he guided to to his living room, his space tidy and clean, like usual. “So, how’s your day been? Or should I ask Gaeul that too?”

You plopped down on the couch, Gaeul jumping up beside you. “It’s been fine. Busy, but fine. How about you?”

He flopped down next to you, close enough that your knees touched. “Same old, same old. But I’ve been looking forward to seeing you. I mean, Gaeul has.”

You snorted. “Sure, Hoonie. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

He grinned, reaching over to tousle your hair. “You’re such a brat, you know that?”

“Yeah, but you love it,” you shot back, winking at him.

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “Maybe I do.”

Your breath hitched slightly, but you quickly masked it with a laugh. “You wish.”

You were sprawled out on Sunghoon’s couch, Gaeul curled up beside you, her head resting on your lap. As you absentmindedly stroked her soft fur, you noticed Sunghoon shifting beside you, his attention clearly divided between you and the movie you decided to put on.

“Gaeulie, you’re such a good girl,” you cooed, scratching behind her ears again, you knew it was her favorite spot. “I missed you so much.”

Sunghoon huffed dramatically, throwing his arm over the back of the couch. “You know, I’m here too. Just saying.”

You glanced at him, a smirk playing on your lips. “Oh, really? I hadn’t noticed.”

He rolled his eyes, leaning closer until his shoulder brushed against yours. “Yeah, I can tell. Gaeul’s getting all the love tonight.”

“She deserves it,” you said, kissing the dog’s head. “She’s the cutest.”

He poked your side, making you squirm. “Hey, I’m cute too. At least, that’s what my mom says.”

You laughed, playfully swatting his hand away. “Your mom has to say that. It’s in the Mom Rulebook.”

Sunghoon narrowed his eyes, feigning hurt. “You wound me. Seriously, though, can I get a little attention over here?”

You continued to pet Gaeul, pretending to ponder. “Hmm, I don’t know. Gaeul’s pretty demanding.”

His pout deepened, and before you knew it, he grabbed your hand, pulling you up from the couch. “Okay, that’s it. Come with me.”

“Hey, what are you doing?” you protested, though your protests were more for show than anything.

He didn’t reply, just led you down the hallway to his bedroom. Once inside, he closed the door behind you and sat on the edge of his bed, patting his lap. “Come here.”

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “Oh, so now you want my attention?”

“Yes,” he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “And I’m not sharing it with Gaeul this time. Now, come here.”

You sighed dramatically but couldn’t suppress the smile tugging at your lips. “Fine, fine.”

You straddled his lap, your knees on either side of his hips. His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer. “That’s better,” he murmured, his voice low.

Your heart raced as you leaned in, your lips inches from his. “You’re so needy, Hoon.”

“Only for you,” he whispered before closing the distance between you.

His lips met yours in a soft, lingering kiss that quickly deepened. One of his hands slid up your back, tangling in your hair, while the other stayed firmly on your waist, grounding you to him. You responded eagerly, your fingers threading through his hair as you kissed him back with equal fervor.

The kiss grew more intense, your breaths mingling as you lost yourselves in each other. Sunghoon’s tongue teased your lips before slipping inside, exploring your mouth with a familiarity that sent shivers down your spine. You could feel his smile against your lips, the playful edge never quite disappearing, even in moments like these. He pressed you harder against him, and you could feel his boner underneath you, making you squirm. 

He broke the kiss for a moment, his eyes dark with a mix of lust and determination. “You’re such a tease, you know that?” he murmured, his voice low and rough.

You smirked, running your fingers through his hair. “Only because you love it, Hoonie.”

He growled softly, a sound that sent shivers down your spine. “You’re right. I do.” His hands slid up your back, under your shirt, his touch firm and possessive. “But you need to learn when to shut that pretty little mouth of yours.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but he captured your lips again, his kiss silencing you effectively. His tongue invaded your mouth, demanding and unyielding, and you couldn’t help but let go as you melted into his arms. He knew excalty how to make you putty in his hands. 

When he pulled back, his eyes bore into yours. “That’s better,” he said, his tone low. “I like you quiet.”

You pouted playfully, but your breath hitched as his hands roamed your body, exploring every inch with a confident touch, going from your breast to your sides to the small of your back. “Hoonie,” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly.

He smirked, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you. “Yes, baby?” He tilted your head back, his lips attacking your neck with a series of hot, open-mouthed kisses. You gasped, your hands clutching his shoulders as he sucked and nipped at your sensitive skin. You moaned his name slightly, and you could feel his smug smirk on your neck. 

“Good girl,” he murmured against your skin. “I love hearing you like this.”

You shivered at his words, a thrill of excitement running through you. You loved his pet names and how he made you feel cherished and desired. It was addicting. 

“You’re so needy,” he teased, his lips brushing against your ear. “You can’t get enough, can you?”

You shook your head, your breath coming in short gasps. “No, I can’t.”

He chuckled darkly, his hands sliding under your shirt and lifting it over your head. “That’s what I thought.” He tossed your shirt aside, his eyes raking over your exposed skin. “So fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his hands exploring your curves.

You shivered under his touch, your hands moving to unbutton his shirt. “You too, Hoonie.”

He allowed you to remove his shirt, his muscles flexing under your touch. “You’re being awfully good tonight,” he noted, a teasing edge to his voice.

You smirked, leaning in to kiss his jaw, making him sigh in pleasure. “Don’t get used to it.”

He laughed, a deep, rich sound that made your heart skip a beat. “I wouldn’t dream of it, pretty.” His hands moved to your bra, deftly unclasping it and tossing it aside. You opened your mouth to retort, but his hands on your breasts silenced you, a moan escaping your lips instead. He kneaded your soft flesh, his thumbs brushing over your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through you.

As Sunghoon’s hands roamed your bare breasts, kneading and teasing, he shifted his grip, guiding your hips to grind against his. You could feel his hardness through his jeans, and the friction sent jolts of pleasure through your body.

“You like this, don’t you?” he murmured, his voice dripping with arrogance.

You moaned loudly in response, your hands clutching his shoulders for support. He chuckled, the sound low and smug. “That’s what I thought. Such a good girl for me.”

His hands never left your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples, making you arch into his touch. Every time you moved, he applied just enough pressure to make you gasp, your hips grinding against him more desperately.

“You’re so sensitive,” he said, his eyes dark with desire and amusement. 

Your breath came in short, ragged gasps, your body completely at his mercy. “Hoon, please…”

“Please what?” he teased, his fingers tweaking your nipples just enough to make you cry out.

“Please… more,” you begged, your voice barely more than a whimper.

Sunghoon's eyes gleamed with satisfaction, and his smirk grew even more arrogant. "More, huh? You want more?"

Before you could respond, his hand slipped between your legs, deftly undoing the button and zipper of your jeans. He slid his hand inside, his fingers finding their way to your core through the thin fabric of your panties. The anticipation made you shiver.

“I know exactly what you need,” he murmured, his fingers teasing you through the damp fabric.

With one swift motion, he pushed your panties aside and slid a finger inside you. You gasped at the sudden intrusion, your body arching into his touch. He added another finger, thrusting them roughly, setting a fast pace that made you cry out.

“Fuck, Hoon,” you moaned, your hands gripping his shoulders for support.

“You like that, baby?” he asked, his voice a low growl. “You like my fingers inside you, mmh?”

“Yes fuck,” you breathed, your body trembling with pleasure. “Please don’t stop.”

He chuckled, a dark, satisfied sound that sent shivers down your spine. His fingers moved expertly, curling inside you just right, hitting that sweet spot that made you see stars. He knew your body like the back of his hand, every movement calculated to drive you wild. His thumb found your clit, rubbing it in rough, circular motions that made your moans grow louder.

“Look at you,” he said, his tone a mix of arrogance and affection. “Such a good girl, taking my fingers so well.”

You bit your lip, trying to stifle the moans that kept escaping your lips, but it was impossible. He was too good, too skilled. He knew exactly how to touch you, how to push you to the brink of ecstasy.

“Don’t hold back,” he commanded, his fingers thrusting even faster. “I want to hear you.”

You couldn’t hold back if you tried anyway. Your moans filled the room, your body trembling with the intensity of your approaching climax. “Hoonie, I’m so close,” you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders.

“I know, baby,” he murmured, his voice soothing yet commanding. He started attacking your neck, leaving purple marks all over your neck and collarbone. “Let go for me. Cum for me.”

With a final, skillful twist of his fingers, he pushed you over the edge. Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, leaving you breathless and trembling in his arms. You cried out his name, your body shaking with the force of your release.

He held you through it, his fingers slowing but never stopping, prolonging your pleasure until you were a quivering mess in his lap. “That’s it,” he whispered, his voice filled with satisfaction. “Good girl.”

As you trembled in his lap, your body still reeling from the intense orgasm he had given you, Sunghoon’s eyes darkened with raw desire. He watched you with a predatory gaze, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin.

“You’re so hot when you cum,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside you.”

You shivered at his words, the anticipation making your heart race. “Hoonie…”

He silenced you with a searing kiss, his hands moving to rid himself of his jeans and boxers. You could feel his hardness pressing against you, and the thought of him inside you made your core ache with need.

“I’m going to make you feel so good,” he whispered against your lips, his voice dripping with confidence. “You’re mine.”

You nodded, your brain already turning to mush from his touch and words. With a low growl, he positioned himself at your entrance, the head of his cock teasing your wet folds. “Ready, baby?”

“Yes,” you breathed, your hands clutching his shoulders. “Please, Hoonie.”

He didn’t need any more encouragement. In one swift motion, he thrust into you, filling you completely. You cried out, the sensation of him stretching you overwhelming and exquisite.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his hands gripping your hips as he began to move. “So fucking perfect.”

Your mind went blank as he set a fast and rough pace, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through your body. You could barely form coherent thoughts, let alone words. All you could do was cling to him and moan his name.

“Sunghoon,” you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders. “So good… Hoonie…”

He smirked, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you. “I know, baby.”

His words only heightened your arousal, your body responding eagerly to his control. He pounded into you with a fierce intensity, each movement pushing you closer to the edge.

“You like that?” he asked, his voice a mix of cockiness and affection. “You like it when I fuck you hard, huh?”

“Yes, fuck,” you moaned, your head falling back as you surrendered to the pleasure.

“That’s my good fucking girl,” he growled, his grip on your hips tightening as he thrust even harder. “Take it all.”

You were completely at his mercy, your body a trembling, needy mess. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, but you didn’t want it to stop. You needed him, every inch of him.

“Hoonie,” you whimpered, your voice barely more than a whisper. “I’m so close.”

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. “Cum for me, baby,” he whispered, his voice commanding and soothing all at once. “Cum all over my cock.”

His words sent you over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you with a force that left you breathless. You cried out his name, your body convulsing around him as waves of pleasure washed over you.

Sunghoon groaned, the tightness of your orgasm pushing him to his own climax. With a few more powerful thrusts, he came inside you, filling you with his warmth. He held you close, his breath ragged and his grip firm, as you both rode out the aftershocks of your pleasure.

As you slowly came down from your high, you collapsed against him, your body spent and trembling. He held you gently, his hands soothing as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

As you both started to breathe normally again, Sunghoon gently lifted you off his lap and guided you to lie down beside him on his bed. He pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you, his body warm and comforting against yours. The room was quiet, save for the soft sounds of your breathing and the faint rustle of the sheets.

You nestled into his embrace, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. His hand traced lazy circles on your back, the simple touch grounding you in the afterglow of your shared intimacy. You could feel the rise and fall of his chest as he took deep breaths, his heart beating steadily against your cheek.

For a while, neither of you spoke, content to just be in each other’s presence. But then, Sunghoon shifted slightly, his fingers stilling on your back. He took a deep breath, his chest expanding under your head, and you sensed he was gearing up to say something important.

“Hey,” he began, his voice soft and hesitant. “Can… I ask you something?”

You tilted your head up to look at him, your eyes meeting his. “Of course, Hoonie. What’s on your mind?”

He hesitated, his brows furrowing slightly as he searched for the right words. “I’ve been thinking… about us.”

Your heart skipped a beat, but you kept your tone light and playful. “Oh? Is this about how I’m your favorite person to cuddle with?”

He chuckled, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Well, there’s that too.” His expression grew more serious, though, and he continued, “But no, I mean… about us being more than just… whatever we are now.” He took another deep breath, his eyes locking onto yours. “I’m not really good at this, talking about my feelings and all, but… I want to be with you. For real.”

Your playful smile softened, and you reached up to cup his cheek. “Hoonie…”

“I mean it,” he said, his voice earnest. “I want us to be a couple, not just whatever this is. I want you to be my girlfriend. I’ve wanted to tell you for a while, but… I didn’t know how.”

You could see the vulnerability in his eyes, and it made your heart swell with affection. “You’re doing just fine,” you assured him, brushing your thumb across his cheek. “But, are you sure you can handle all of this?

He looked at you, confusion flickering in his eyes. “What do you mean?”

You sighed, nestling closer to him, feeling the steady beat of his heart against your cheek. “Our lives are really busy, Hoonie. College, work, everything. The reason we kept things no-strings originally was because neither of us were ready to commit to anything serious. Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

Sunghoon’s expression softened, and he brushed a strand of hair away from your face. “I know things are crazy right now. But I’ve been thinking about it a lot. I’m ready to make time for us. I want to be with you, even if it’s not always easy.”

You looked up at him, searching his eyes for any doubt. “It’s going to be tough. We won’t always have time for each other, and it might get frustrating.”

He nodded, his eyes earnest. “I know. But I’d rather have you in my life, even if it means we’re both busy and stressed sometimes, than not have you at all. I’ve been feeling this way for a while, and I can’t keep pretending I don’t.”

A small smile tugged at your lips. “You really mean that?”

“Absolutely,” he said, his voice steady and sure. “I love you, y/n. I’ve loved you for a long time, and I don’t want to hide that anymore. I’m ready to commit, to make it work, no matter what.”

Your heart swelled at his words, the sincerity in his voice touching you deeply. “I love you too, Hoonie. I just want to make sure we’re both ready for this. I don’t want either of us to feel pressured or overwhelmed.”

He leaned in, kissing you tenderly. “We’ll take it one day at a time. And if things get tough, we’ll talk about it. We’ll figure it out together.”

You nodded, feeling a sense of peace wash over you. “Okay. Let’s do this.”

He smiled, his eyes lighting up with happiness. “Really?”

“Really,” you confirmed, snuggling closer to him. “But you have to promise me something.”

“What’s that?” he asked, his arms tightening around you.

“You have to promise that we’ll still be playful and tease each other. I don’t want us to change just because we’re official now.”

He smiled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Deal. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You spent the next few moments in comfortable silence, simply enjoying the closeness. Sunghoon’s fingers resumed their gentle tracing on your back, and you felt a sense of contentment settle over you.

“I’m really glad you’re here,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Me too,” you replied, pressing a kiss to his chest. “You make me happy, Hoonie.”

He kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering against your hair. “And you make me happy. So, I guess we’re pretty good for each other.”

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. “I guess we are.”

As you lay there in his arms, you knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, you’d face them together. And that was all that mattered.

[cherrycheolkat]

Hey!! for the bingo game i was thinking if you could write something about knotting & marking with cheol!!

hiii yes!! yay cheol - i don't write enough for his cute squishy cheeks (face or butt).

okie, so this def went in an a/b/o way, but that seems obvious given the knotting. anyway, hope you like this.

♡ kat

bingo squares: knotting + marking

summary: y/n helps seungcheol through his rut and gets knotted and marked in the process

word count: 1.7k

genre: a/b/o, alpha!cheol, omega!reader, ruts, enemies to lovers (barely), implied pining, kind of fluffy ngl

warnings: penetrative sex, fingering, oral sex, knotting, marking, breeding kink

it had always been fun to tease seungcheol, mostly because his aversion to you was so intense that it bordered on absurd. so naturally it became your favorite past time to mess with him, especially when you were younger. you knew you had won every time he looked huffy and mad, with arms crossed, and his lips pressed into a hard line. 

for ages, there was nothing quite so good as knowing you had gotten under the alpha’s skin, until you weren’t sure when it changed exactly. and it wasn’t a total change because it was still fun to annoy him, just a bit less.

to be fair, you had known one another forever, virtually, and you didn’t hate him - he was the one with the issue. but maybe he was right that you were a little demented since you had literally kicked your feet with glee when his parents and your parents thought it would be a good idea for you to live in the same building when you both moved to the city for work after college. 

but you weren’t a bad neighbor - there were limits to how much you were willing to annoy him because every once in a while he would truly look like the most tired alpha to ever alpha, and you would usually send him delivery from the one restaurant you knew he liked - not that you kept track or something.  

but fast forward to several days before, because the real issue was when you noticed that he seemed very off and weird, even for him, and you couldn’t help but ask what was wrong. of course, he just rolled his eyes and mumbled something about ‘why would you care’, which was annoying. but when you saw his mail was piling up, you sort of wondered if he were dead or something. you tried knocking, loudly, even - still nothing. plus, you didn’t want to be late for work and decided you would try texting him. maybe. 

you thought about it - you even typed the message, but sending it was another thing because he did always shoot you these annoyed looks when he saw you. which only made you want to be a menace, but that was harder since you presented as an omega and starting noticing scents. like how his was this amazing peppery floral scent that practically made your mouth water every time you were close to him. the fucking elevator was your enemy in that regard. even if you weren’t in it at the same time, you could catch his scent. you had maybe fingered yourself a few times thinking about just how good he smelled. 

you didn’t message him. instead, you chose the totally normal option of using the fire escape - it wasn’t that many floors to climb. plus if his apartment was like yours, you would be outside his bedroom and be able to see if he had like died or whatever. with that solid plan, you went through your day. and by the evening, you ignored the rain and climbed the rickety as fuck fire escape ladder to the fourth floor. it was surprising to know he didn’t have black out shades - they seemed on-brand for him, but no, just thin, fluttery curtains that reminded you his mother probably did his shopping. you leaned against the glass to see that he was in bed, wrapped in maybe 45 blankets. it was pure impulse to tap on the glass, and then the old desire to see some emotion from him kicked in a bit too. so you kept tapping.

it took a few minutes to see any movement. so you kept tapping until he was in front of the window.

“it’s raining,” he said through the glass.

“yeah, so can i come in?”

he stared blankly for a moment. “you’re insane, you know that, right?”

you nodded, “you do keep reminding me.”

he rolled his eyes, but he still opened the window. he went back to flop on his bed while you climbed in through the window. you were shocked for a moment by how heavily his scent hung in the air and by how intensely floral it was, but peppercorns were actually kind of floral, you reasoned. 

“so can i do anything to help?” you asked, glancing around his room - it was neater than you would have guessed. 

he groaned, “please don’t mess with me right now, y/n - it’s not fair,” he grumbled and burrowed back into his blankets, which was much cuter than it should have been. 

you sighed and walked over to his bed and sat, “i’m not messing with you - you’ve looked like shit, i was worried - you know, since we used to be friends and stuff, besides if you died, i feel like i would definitely be judged by your mom, who i do like, and you would haunt me just for fun.” you reached out to feel his forehead as you spoke - he was shockingly warm. 

and then it clicked in your mind - alpha, looking like shit, all warm. “oh, shit,” you tilted your head to look at him, “don’t you use blocks and stuff?”

he stared at you for a moment like he was deciding something, “they make me sick - sicker before you ask - they’re way worse than this.” 

you barely realized you were smoothing his hair from his face. you watched him close his eyes while you petted him. you tried to remember all the things about alphas in ruts - you knew it could be really painful, fucking helped, but sometimes just being around someone could help too. you wanted to be surprised that he was the type to just hibernate and tough it out, but it actually tracked pretty well since he wasn’t the most social. 

you bit your lip lightly, “i can order food?”

he nodded, “stay and eat with me?” he stared up at you, his big eyes made you weaker than you ever liked to think about. you found yourself nodding because it was just staying for food. 

you ordered food, and took a shower to get warm so he would shut up about how you would catch a cold - it also meant borrowing clothes from his extensive collection of sweats and pajamas. based on his wardrobe alone, he really stayed home too much. you sat next to him in bed and didn’t complain when he leaned against your thigh - you assumed it was his way of saying he liked when you played with his hair before. you ate and watched tv.

it was uneventful until you tried to leave, and he sulked and asked you to stay the night. you stared at him for a moment, wondering if he was somehow concussed. but you agreed, which meant being integrated into his burrito blanket situation, which would have been fine if it hadn’t felt like the equivalent of snuggling with a space heater. you woke up at some point during the night, thinking of opening the window, which made him whiny. 

you made the executive decision to solve the problem by kissing him. for a few minutes, it was nothing but finally knowing how good his lips felt and heavy breathing from both of you. 

 he broke the kiss just enough, “y/n - it’s - you don’t need to”—

“you’ll feel better right?” you cut him off with your question. 

he exhaled loudly, “yeah, but it’s not how i…” he trailed off - you could feel the gentle way his hands held your waist, his thumbs making little shapes against your skin. you blinked quickly, understanding where that sentence was headed. 

you took a deep breath, “it’s how it is - it can be cute later,” you kissed him roughly, feeling like he deserved it for being this much of an idiot. 

you didn’t mind the rush to undress or the way he had you on your back in what felt like seconds. he kissed you as much as possible while his hands moved your legs and hips into the positions he liked. you moaned when his fingers pushed in.

“fuck you’re so tight,” he groaned, working his fingers in deeper, stretching you as he did.

you gasped at the pace he was setting, especially when you felt his cock brush against your hip and realized how big it was. you reached down to jerk it while he prepped you. he moaned softly, “my good little omega,” he whispered against your skin. you blushed and nodded, especially when he bit the one spot just beneath your ear. your eyes immediately rolled back, and you came all over his fingers - slick and cum mixed just right to take his cock.

he was breathing heavily - you were already gone - his scent and bite were enough to send your mind reeling. but you quickly came to ground when you felt his cock push into you for the first time. he stilled for a moment when he bottomed out inside you. and then he started to move. you yelped at the stretch and felt his hand cover your mouth.

“shh, baby, just a few minutes - i won’t last,” he groaned and started to snap his hips, “fuck,” he muttered. he sounded on the verge of tears. 

you reached up for him, your hand tracing over his chest and stomach - you knew you were speaking but weren’t really sure what you said until you both seemed to pause when you babbled about how you wanted his knot. 

he nodded, “mmmh, yeah, princess, i’ll knot you,” and thrust harder, the tip of his cock unquestionably hitting your cervix, “breed you full too - all my pups, baby girl - i want you full of them,” he whispered against your throat, his lips teasing the mark he had already made. when his teeth grazed the skin, you pulled his hair roughly in anticipation of another bite. and when his teeth sank into your throat, and his knot started to catch and stretch you even more, there were so many sensations - you were certain that holding onto him was the only way to stay tethered to the earth - you knew your fingers were digging into his skin. but you didn’t care when your orgasm hit - it was a rush of perfect bliss that morphed into floating in nothingness until you felt him pulling you close, pressing soft kisses against your skin. 

you had no idea how long his knot would last, but it didn’t really matter when you were lying across him, body limp and pliant and sleep taking you so easily. 

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Happens to the Best of Us - Part 5

Bucky x Barnes

Y/N needs help with everything…

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Note: You may notice a change in narrative voice. I just found it quite stifling to write in 2nd person 🫶

Warnings: Smut. Fingering. Oral (f!receiving). Pregnant Reader. Fluffy smut - like the “I’m going to put my fingers in you and show you how loved you are” type of smut.

As the early autumn sun drifted through the apartment window, Y/N shifted uncomfortably on the couch, her back aching as she tried to settle in for what felt like the hundredth time.

At eight months pregnant, even sitting seemed like a trial. She sighed, letting her head fall back against the pillows, closing her eyes in mild frustration.

Bucky noticed instantly. “You okay, Doll?” His gentle voice came from the kitchen where he’d been cleaning up from breakfast. He was by her side in moments, his hand warm and steady on her shoulder. The tension in her body eased just a bit at his touch.

Y/N gave him a tired smile, half-lidded eyes meeting his. “I feel like a whale stuck on dry land,” she admitted with a laugh, rubbing at the side of her belly.

He chuckled softly, dropping a kiss on her forehead. “You’re not a whale,” he said, brushing his hand over her bump with a tenderness that still left her feeling fluttery. “But you do look like you could use a break. Or…some help, maybe?”

A smile spread across her lips. “Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she teased, though her hand drifted to rest on top of his, tracing her fingers over his knuckles.

Bucky smirked, squeezing her hand lightly. “Maybe I would,” he murmured, tone laced with playful intent. “Can’t help it if I love taking care of you, sweetheart.”

She felt her heart swell, a pleasant warmth blooming as his thumb traced gentle circles against her skin. “You spoil me,” she murmured, leaning into him.

“Someone’s gotta look after you, and I’m pretty happy it gets to be me,” he replied softly, slipping his arm behind her shoulders to help her lean into him. “Now, let’s take care of that ache of yours. It’s been bugging you for days.”

She let out a grateful sigh, her eyes fluttering shut as he began to knead gently at her shoulders. His touch was firm, strong, but never too much, and his thumb pressed into the sore spots just right. She could feel herself melting under his touch, tension dissipating as his hands worked their magic.

“Feels so good,” she whispered, barely able to keep her voice steady as he moved down her back, taking extra care to soothe every knot, every ounce of discomfort. Bucky’s hands moved with practiced ease, his voice gentle in her ear.

“I’d do anything for my best girl,” he murmured, kissing the top of her head. His lips lingered there, and she could feel his smile against her hair. Slowly, he brought his hands around, trailing his touch down her arms, leaving her feeling light and floaty.

She could feel his gaze soften as he looked down at her, his eyes roaming over her, that sweet, adoring look that never failed to make her heart skip a beat. He seemed to hesitate a moment, then he spoke, his voice low. “There’s…something else I can do for you. If you’d like.”

A mischievous glint danced in her eyes as she looked up at him. “Oh? What are you offering, Sergeant Barnes?”

He chuckled, leaning in close, the scent of his cologne washing over her. “You tell me what you need,” he whispered, his tone warm and suggestive, his lips grazing the curve of her ear. “And I’m all yours, Doll.”

With a little shift, she moved to pull him closer, her hand slipping up to trace the back of his neck, fingers grazing his skin. “Well, maybe there is something…” she murmured, trailing off, lips barely an inch from his.

He took her face in his hands, eyes flickering with warmth and just a hint of mischief. “Anything, Kitten,” he whispered, brushing his thumb over her cheek.

In one gentle motion, he pulled her closer, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that was soft and patient, but simmering with a warmth that left her breathless. The rest of the world faded away, and she melted into him, feeling all the weight of her worries slip away.

The two of them paused, Bucky’s lips lingering close to hers, a soft smile on his face as his voice dropped to a murmur. “Let me take care of you tonight.”

Y/N nodded, a shiver of anticipation running through her body. "Please," she whispered against his lips.

Bucky's smile widened, his eyes darkening with desire. He kissed her again, deeper this time, his tongue teasing along the seam of her lips. She opened for him eagerly, sighing into his mouth as his hands began to roam, caressing her sides and the swell of her belly with reverence.

"So beautiful," he murmured, trailing kisses along her jaw and down her neck. "My gorgeous girl."

Y/N tilted her head, giving Bucky better access as he lavished attention on her neck. His metal hand slid under her shirt, cool against her heated skin. She shivered at the contrast, a soft moan escaping her lips.

"That feel good, doll?" Bucky murmured against her skin, his breath hot on her neck.

"Yes," she breathed, her fingers threading through his hair. "Don't stop."

He chuckled low in his throat, the sound sending tingles down her spine. "Wouldn't dream of it, Kitten."

With gentle movements, mindful of her pregnant belly, Bucky helped Y/N lie back on the couch. He hovered over her, his eyes roaming her body with undisguised desire. Slowly, he pushed her shirt up, revealing her swollen stomach.

Bucky's eyes softened as he gazed at her belly, his flesh hand caressing the taut skin reverently. "You're so beautiful like this," he murmured, leaning down to press a tender kiss just above her navel. "Carrying our child."

Y/N's breath hitched as his lips trailed lower, leaving a trail of feather-light kisses across her sensitive skin. Her fingers tightened in his hair as he reached the waistband of her shorts, his metal hand coming up to hook into the elastic.

"May I?" he asked, looking up at her with dark eyes.

She nodded, lifting her hips to help as he slowly slid the shorts down her legs. Bucky's hands caressed her thighs as he settled between them, his breath warm against her center.

"So perfect," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh.

Y/N shivered at the sensation of Bucky's lips on her sensitive skin. He took his time, kissing and nipping gently along her inner thighs, building the anticipation. His metal hand slid up to cup her breast through her shirt, thumb brushing over her hardened nipple.

"Bucky," she breathed, arching into his touch. "Please…"

He looked up at her, a smirk playing on his lips. "Please what, doll? Tell me what you want."

"Your mouth," she whimpered, hips shifting restlessly. "I need your mouth on me."

Bucky's eyes darkened further at her words. "As you wish," he murmured, before finally leaning in to taste her.

Y/N gasped as his tongue flattened against her, licking a long stripe up her center. Her fingers tightened in Bucky's hair as he began to explore her folds with his tongue, alternating between broad strokes and focused flicks against her sensitive bundle of nerves. Her legs trembled as waves of pleasure washed over her.

Bucky groaned against her, the vibrations adding to her mounting pleasure. His flesh hand gripped her thigh, keeping her spread open for him as he devoured her with enthusiasm. His metal hand continued to knead her breast gently, rolling her nipple between his fingers.

"Oh god, Bucky," Y/N moaned, her head falling back against the pillows. Her hips rocked against his face, chasing the building tension coiling low in her belly.

"You taste so sweet," he murmured against her, the vibrations of his voice sending shivers through her body.

Y/N moaned softly as Bucky focused his attention on her sensitive bud, circling it with his tongue before sucking gently. Her hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more of that delicious friction. Bucky's metal arm draped over her hips, holding her steady as he continued his ministrations.

"That's it, doll," he encouraged between licks. "Let go for me. I've got you."

Y/N felt herself getting close, the tension building low in her belly as Bucky worked her with his skilled tongue. Her fingers tightened in his hair, holding him against her as she chased her release.

"Bucky, I'm… I'm so close," she panted, her back arching slightly off the couch.

He hummed in acknowledgment, the vibrations sending another jolt of pleasure through her. His flesh hand came up to gently massage her swollen breast, careful not to apply too much pressure to her sensitive nipples.

The sensation of his mouth on her aching center and his hand on her breast pushed Y/N over the edge. She cried out softly as her orgasm washed over her, her thighs trembling around Bucky's head. He continued to lap at her gently, working her through the aftershocks until she tugged lightly at his hair in overstimulation, signaling him to stop.

Bucky placed one last soft kiss on her inner thigh before moving back up her body, his eyes filled with warmth and adoration. He cupped her face gently, brushing his thumb over her flushed cheek.

"You're so beautiful when you come for me," he murmured, leaning in to kiss her softly. Y/N could taste herself on his lips, and she hummed contentedly into the kiss.

When they parted, she looked up at him with a lazy smile. "That was amazing," she sighed, her hand coming to rest on her belly.

Bucky smiled tenderly, placing his hand over hers on her rounded belly. "Glad I could help, doll," he murmured, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her forehead. "How are you feeling now?"

Y/N sighed contentedly, her body relaxed and pliant beneath his. "Much better," she admitted with a sleepy smile. "Though now I might just fall asleep right here."

Chuckling softly, Bucky brushed a stray strand of hair from her face. "As tempting as that sounds, I think our bed might be more comfortable." His eyes sparkled with mischief as he added, "Plus, I'm not quite done taking care of you yet."

A shiver of anticipation ran through Y/N at his words. "Oh?" she breathed, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. "What else do you have planned, Serge?”

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Ugh, don’t we just love soft Bucky? 😩

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[scarletlizzard]

Late Night Snack

Pairings: wanda maximoff × female reader

Tags MINORS DNI: fluff, smut, cunnilingus, christmas music

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A/N: Happy Holidays 🎄 The holidays are a difficult time for me, as I'm sure for a lot of you, so here's a little fluffy smut of baking cookies with Wanda! Nothing wrong with a lil distraction, take care of yourselves 💚❤️

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"You do realize the dough is supposed to go into the oven?"

A voice from behind you startles you, pulling you from your deep concentration. You look to the red bowl in one of your hands, a spatula in the other, and what was supposed to be chocolate chip cookie dough splattered from the bowl onto the counter and your hands. You sigh and turn to look at the direction of the voice, one that had become your favorite to hear. Wanda stood at the opposite side of the island, fingers tapping the granite countertop, rings clinking with each tap, a teasing smile spread across her lips.

Wanda always had that effortlessly beautiful sort of look about her. A simple brown sweater and her most comfortable sweatpants, red hair past her shoulders just slightly tousled, and tired eyes that seemed to light up before you. Her smile grew as you stood silently, and your ears grew hot as you realized you were just staring at her. This happened a lot. In fact, Wanda loved to catch you off guard for this very reason. She loved to tease you, loved to watch the color bloom across your cheeks right before her. She loved to know she had that effect on you.

You set the bowl down on the counter and toss the spatula inside of it, running your sticky hands down the front of the messy apron you wore. It was covered in flour and crooked over your shirt. Wanda couldn't contain the smallest giggle at the sight of you.

"Do you want cookies or not?" Your tone is playful, but you rest your hands on your hips and give her your best stern expression. She lets out a full laugh this time, and at the sound, you feel a light, fluttery sensation in your belly.

"Y/N, sweetie, it's two in the morning," Wanda looks you over again, seeing the slightest bit of disappointment in your eyes.

"I know.. I couldn't sleep," you confess, a small sigh leaves your lips as your hands move to play with fabric of your apron.

When you look back to Wanda, she has a thoughtful expression on her face. She knew of your sleep habits, or lack thereof. She was no stranger to your complicated late night snacks, your midnight movies, and three AM runs around the compound. But that was another thing Wanda loved, playing into your distractions and getting you into bed, listening to your soft snores while you rest your head on her chest. The two of you grew close through these late nights while the others slept.

"The key to a good baking session, first and foremost, is good music," Wanda declares. Her heart leaps at the growing smile on your face. She pulls out her phone and connects to a speaker in the room. As Christmas music begins to play, you can't help but laugh.

"Christmas music is good music?" You ask. She walks closer until she's just a step in front of you.

"Tis the season," she says quietly and with a smile.

Her hands reach out, arms wrapping around behind you. The blush on your face is prominent now at the closeness, and you feel her fingers untying the apron. She straightens it around your neck, fingertips brushing against your skin just the slightest, and moves down to tie it once again. It's tight now, and you think it's too tight because you can't breathe, but then you remember that's how you always feel when Wanda stands this close to you.

"Now, chocolate chip?" Wanda looks at the countertop, a spread of ingredients across the kitchen. Some you didn't even need for the recipe. You had just grabbed whatever looked interesting.

You give her a sheepish look, biting your lip and eying the mess all around you. "Well, that was the plan, and then... I was trying to remember how to do it from memory!"

"Oh, so you've baked cookies from scratch before?" Wanda raises an eyebrow, knowing for a fact you were a novice in the kitchen.

"Well, no, but how hard could it be," you shrug and look to her again. She's holding two bananas and a small bottle of seasoning with a perplexed gaze.

"You thought baking chocolate chip cookies would require bananas and.. cumin?" Wanda is trying her hardest not to laugh at the way your eyebrows furrow, eyes squinting to read the label on the bottle.

"I thought that was cinnamon, and the banana was in case I wanted a snack before my snack," you say it so matter of factly that she can't possibly argue with you. Instead, she nods thoughtfully and chuckles to herself.

Wanda sets the bananas on the counter, leaving them there for you. The rest of the ingredients begin to suddenly float. Red wisps through the air and cabinets begin opening, dishes empty in the sink, and a towel magically wipes down the mess. She slides her sleeves up her arms, grabbing the correct ingredients as the red dies down around the two of you. The kitchen is spotless.

She measures out some dry ingredients, setting them next to a clean bowl. When she looks back to you, you are practically beaming at her. Wanda looks at you with a soft, warm expression, her green eyes filled with a tender affection that spoke volumes. A gentle smile played on her lips, one that was both shy and confident, as if she were holding back a rush of emotion.

"Mix these together, sweetheart," Wanda instructs, nodding to the dry ingredients. You step closer to her, shoulders brushing as you obey.

The two of you stand side by side the rest of the time, and each moment Wanda passes you another ingredient to throw into the mix, she makes sure to let her fingers linger on you. You knew she was teasing you, and you were sure she could hear your thoughts. Once Wanda had told you that your thoughts were 'loud', especially around her. And well, you couldn't control how you thought about her.

Wandas melodic laugh draws you back to reality, "Like this," she says softly. You look to her hands, watching her roll some of the dough into a ball shape.

"We can't all be as perfect as you, Wands," you comment with a chuckle, setting your misshapen ball of dough next to hers on the baking sheet. She laughs again, and you could melt into a puddle before her.

"What am I going to do with you?" Wanda moves to stand behind you, arms wrapping around you for the second time tonight. Her hands rest on top of yours, helping you mold a perfect ball this time. "Not so bad, hm?"

Her voice is directly in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You can already tell by her tone she's got that lopsided grin on her face that makes your knees weak.

"It's not too bad... you might want to show me again, practice makes perfect, you know," you smile as you feel the warmth of her body press closer against yours.

"That's probably a good idea," Wanda chuckles and repeats the process again. You let yourself lean back into her.

The two of you stay like that until the dough is all rolled and on the baking sheet. At some point, Wanda had let go of your hands with a, "I think you've got this," but she didn't move. Instead, her arms were wrapped firmly around your mid section with her chin resting down on your shoulder. You weren't sure if the praises she was muttering to you were helping or distracting you, but you were soaking up each one happily.

"Those look perfect, sweetheart," Wanda removes her hands to grab the sheet. While she puts them in the oven, you remove your apron, tossing it onto the counter. You already miss her arms.

"How long will they bake for?" You ask with an excited smile. Wanda sits atop the island while she magicks the kitchen clean around you.

"Maybe about 12 minutes," she says, head tilting a bit. You nod and stand across from her, leaning your back against the countertop.

A comfortable silence falls between the two of you, and you can feel her gaze on you. Your eyes search for anything in the room, trying to fill your thoughts with anything but Wanda to keep your thoughts quiet. You try to focus on the song playing, the lyrics to 'Last Christmas' on your mind. But all you can think about is the way she felt against you, her warm fingers, how soft her lips looked.

"Come here," she murmurs.

You look to meet her eyes finally, a confused look on your once again red face. She grins, lifting her hand palm facing up and curling her finger towards herself in a gentle beckoning motion.

"Come. Here." Wanda says again, more firmly. Somehow, you manage to get your feet to walk the two steps towards her, heart racing as she motions you to settle between her legs. Your hands rest on her hips, her finger lifts your chin up.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" It's a little condescending along with her smile and her hand holding your jaw delicately in place to keep eye contact with her.

"A little," you tease quietly. She laughs.

Wanda reaches up with her other hand, fingers lightly brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. Her touch is soft and lingers like always. The room begins to feel smaller while the moment seems to stretch out, as if time had paused for you and Wanda once again, as it always did in your late night interactions.

"What am I going to do with you?" She leans in a little as she whispers to you.

"You already said that," you point out.

Wanda nods and hums, both of you breathing low and shallow in sync while Christmas music still plays quietly in the background. "But, I'd say you have a few good options..."

Her fingers tighten just the slightest around your jaw. Wanda giggles and shakes her head. A slow, warm smile plays on your lips, and it's all the invitation Wanda needs to lean in further. Your eyes flutter closed as your lips meet. The kiss is tender, as if both of you were savoring every moment, every feeling.

Your hands hold tightly on her sides as her hands cup your face. You part for a second, the air between the two of you still electric. A contended smile spread across your faces. Wanda pulls you back in for another kiss.

This time the kiss is needy and desperate. Your breathing getting heavier as her hands move to your hair, her mouth parting further to let your tongues collide. Her legs wrapped tightly around you as your hands begin to wander.

"Wanda, I-" you mutter, words getting lost in the messy kiss. She smirks, your thoughts being louder than ever.

"What, baby?" Wanda hums. She forces your head up and attaches her lips along your jaw and neck. You were fully in her grasp, physically and mentally.

"I- fuck, " you moan softly when she nips at your neck.

"You what?" In that condescending tone.

"I'm - I need to -" another loss for words. Her hands are all over your body, her mouth is warm against your skin, you are putty in her fingers, and she loves it.

"Are you hungry?" She whispers in your ear. The tips of your ears burn. You nod eagerly, hands squeezing her thighs. "Tell me what you want," another whisper and a tug at your earlobe with her teeth.

"I want a snack..." You confess, squeezing her thighs again. You felt as if your appetite was insatiable. You knew you only wanted one thing. Wanda groans lowly. She releases her grip on you, helping you to remove her sweatpants.

"You want a snack, sweetie?" You watch hungrily as Wanda licks her lips.

"Please," you plead her. Your fingers twitch against the soft skin of her thighs. A pleased smile spreads on her face. There's a quiet satisfaction in the curve of her lips at your quick submission. Wandas hand moves to grip the back of your neck. It's firm but gentle as she pulls you to her with ease.

She kisses you tenderly before speaking, "Down." It's a command, and you have to clench your thighs together.

Your mouth begins to water as you slowly move down to your knees. Wanda keeps eye contact the entire time, watching you carefully. She positions herself off of the counter a bit, letting you put her legs over your shoulders. Your hands are gripping her thighs again, lips quickly attaching to the soft skin of her legs. You can't get enough of her. You need to taste her, desperately. You need to make her feel good.

"Can I?" You ask for permission as your kisses get closer to her core, your fingertips tugging at her panties.

"Such nice manners, hm?" She grins and lifts her hips for you to remove her panties. You do so hastily, returning to kiss her thighs. "Go ahead, take a bite, love," Wanda chuckles as you bite her thigh playfully.

Her hands move to grip your hair as you lick slowly up her slick folds. Wanda lets out a quiet moan, feeling the vibrations of your own moans against her cunt. You savour the taste of her. Wanda was addictive, you needed more. With your hands clutching onto her skin and her thighs wrapped around your head, you had your late night snack right there in the middle of the kitchen.

"Ohh fuck . Look at you on your knees, such a good girl for me," Wanda praises and tugs a little at your hair. Your tongue moves quicker against her, and the constant praise only makes you want to please her more. You suck a little on her clit and recieve a string of curses and moans.

"That's it, baby, you're making me feel so good, doing so well.. Just like that, right there, right there," she coos. Her accent seems thicker, and her breathing becomes erratic as you push her closer to the edge. Her hips begin to move against your mouth, and you can't help but groan against her.

You can feel yourself throbbing with every moan that leaves her lips, her ragged breathing telling you she was getting close. You practically bury your face into her intoxicating and wet cunt, tongue flicking and drawing circles.

"You're going to make me cum, sweet girl," Wanda gasps, and pushes your face against her. You moan in response.

"Oh fuck, fuck, Y/N!" She breathes, her thighs clenching tighter on either side of your head. Wanda watches as you continue with abandon, lost in the moment. She throws her head back, legs trembling as she lets go. You slow as she comes down, shuddering and moaning your name.

Wandas grip on you loosens as you lazily lap and clean her up with your tongue, still moaning softly at the sweet taste of her. Her hand runs through your hair affectionately as you stay between her legs.

You're convinced you want to live here.

She watches you with dark eyes and catches her breath before speaking, "God, you are so perfect... come here, love," her voice invites you. Wanda bites her lip as you take one last teasing lick. Your lips glisten as you stand up, hair unruly and strands falling carelessly.

Wanda wastes no time pulling you into a kiss, both of your moans melting together as you share the taste of her. You feel her wrap around you.

"I'm still hungry," you mumble against her lips. You both laugh, a smile plastered on your face. Wanda parts and gives you a soft look, fixing your hair carefully.

"Me too," she replies and pushes you back slightly to hop off the counter. Wanda begins to dress.

"I didn't mean for cookies..." you reply. Wanda smirks, humming.

"Neither did I," she whispers and kisses your cheek, relishing the dazed look in your eyes. "We'll take these to my room, hm?" Wanda takes the cookies out from the oven, now slightly overdone, and sets them on a plate.

"Snack before a snack," you repeat from what you had said earlier in the night. Wanda nods and hands you the plate, her hand moving to rest on your back as she leads you to her room.

"Exactly," she agrees, "and I am starving."

[takes1]

imagine: aone has big feelings

details. fem!reader / fluffy-feel good fic / emotional pay-off / nfsw themes / mutual virginity / established relationship / communication / nervous virgin!aone / confident virgin!reader / inspired by 'damn u on the edge of the bed u bout to fall off' sound / 600 words

aone is kind and considerate to a fault.

he pulls you in. one big, swift, easy motion because he knows exactly how little effort he needs to give in order to move you the way he likes. his intention is so pure, just to rest his weary head on your soft chest and, maybe if you let him, fall asleep for a minute or two.

he was looking forward to head scratches, listening to the fluttery beat of your heart, taking in your smell at the end of a long day.

but the back of your t-shirt-- or his t-shirt -grossly oversized, not equipped to stay on- catches on the rustled sheets.

you squeak out in surprise, and his vision fills with the raw, delicate sight of your bare chest. your forearms fly up, squishing your tits together, but in a split-second, you decide not to cover up.

aone does it for you. he squeezes his panicked eyes shut, face filling with embarrassment, and forces his shirt back down.

"ohh- baby," you coo and try to reach for him, reassure him, but receive a head shake in return.

"it's okay!"

he retreats. not fast, but in a determined, i-will-not-be-moved type of way. he carefully moves your leg away as he sits up and curls forward, elbows on his knees, hands covering his entire face.

you lay with your legs apart, resting back on your elbows with a pout.

he's just sitting on the edge of the bed, and you don't need to see his face to know that he's got the most severe blush you've ever witnessed.

the back of his neck is deep red, the tips of his ears are radiating heat, once you go to lean all of your weight on his back.

you blow on one ear, soft, and earn a shudder.

"hmm-- baby bear," you purr, "i don't mind."

aone shudders again.

he won't let up. his heel is tap-tap-tapping on the floor, making one of his legs bounce, and it makes both of your bodies shake in subtle tandem.

the worst part is that you can't physically make him move. he's a brick wall, immovable, and steady no matter which way or what body part you tug at.

"i promise," was another sad, failed attempt.

exasperated, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and start to kiss at his neck. something, anything, to get him to talk or move. the muscles in his firm neck twitch and shake under your tongue and teeth, his breath huffier and shallow.

he muttered something unintelligible.

you stopped immediately and swung your weight forward to hear him better, under his palms, "hm?"

"i'm sorry."

with a feeling that it wasn't all he was trying to get out, you stayed very still and waited a few moments longer.

"you're so beautiful--,"

it was small, and quiet- you hugged your arms around him with a comforting squeeze, melting, with an appreciative hum.

his breath hitched and you paused. you could feel the beat of his heart, rapid, and his breathing became more sporadic, like he was silently gasping.

was he crying?

together for six months, and you hadn't seen him cry yet.

he was crying, you could tell by the way he could barely get his words out, "i'm just-- not r-eady for that."

"ohmygosh- that's-- totally fine, taka, i know- i know-i know," you stumbled over your words and the sheets on the rushed and un-ready mission to properly hug him.

by the time you made it to stand in front of him, he was ready to pull you into his crushing embrace. he pushed his wet face into your shoulder and sniffled. his palms, wrapped around your sides, were soaking wet with tears.

your arms around his shoulders let you rub some reassuring patterns into his hair.

maybe it had more to do with the tough day, or the fact that this caught you both off-guard, but you respected his need to take things very slowly regardless of reason.

his breathing is just shaky as he no longer needs to sob- he sniffles again, rubbing his face against your shoulder to calm himself down.

a big, big, sigh, "i love you so much."

it was like you were getting completely overstimulated, in the best way. you loved that he got to see your tits, that he was comfortable enough to cry around you, and he was the first to say it.

"i love you too," was an easy, instant reply.

it felt natural coming out of your mouth. you pressed a short kiss to his hairline and put your cool palms over his warm face. you deliver a few more pecks to his burning forehead.

his sniffly, small chuckle at your affection was so low, and scratchy, and full of relief.

links. longer, sluttier haikyuu. my other imagines. my masterlist. requests open.

notes. idk what this is but IIII liked it. i love him!!! i just feel like he's the biggest sweetie ughhh i wish more people shared in the love. big, stoic, scary but sweet? are you kidding me ahhh!

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[bamboobooshark]

LOGAN HOWLETT X READER

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🧸 ⋅ ˚✮ SQUISHY (1) : 866 WRDS

( PART TWO HERE )

A/N : Rambling warning! An amazing reader recently asked if I could write a series with Steven and Jake, but I declined due to lack of skill for writing plots. “Squishy” will be an experimental, practice miniseries in which Logan is the (implied plus-sized) reader’s father figure, and care giver for when they regress. I SWEAR I will eventually write some Logan stuff that isn’t fatherly/platonic!

You wake up and are still in a pretty stressed state. Last night you argued with your best friend, and they ended up blocking you. It wasn’t like them to do that. All that time the two of you spent together, every deep conversation, every moment of vulnerability soured just because of a disagreement. You never would’ve expected it, but here you were, sulking as your mind was screaming at you.

It was hard to think. It was hard to do anything. It was just hard.

Thank god for Logan Howlett, though. He came into your room with cautious steps and a worried look. “Hey, kid. I noticed you didn’t come down for breakfast,” he said with a soft voice. His gaze lingered on the outline of you under your blanket while patiently awaiting a response. “Just let me know if you end up getting hungry. I’ll make you something, okay? In the meantime I’ll be in my room,” he told you with a tone that pleaded for a response. After standing in the awkward silence of your room, he slowly walked out.

You weren’t really hungry. You’d lost your appetite. You didn’t want to do anything. But Logan’s tone tugged at your heart and flipped a switch in your brain after you sat there for a while and processed his words. You felt your stomach get fluttery and your bottom lip pushed out in a bit of a pout. You needed to get to him as soon as possible.

As much as your body didn’t want to, your mind convinced it to drag itself out of bed and go down the hall to Logan’s room. You knocked while holding your favorite stuffed animal against your chest. You felt a bit nervous seeking out his affection and care after you completely ignored him. Realistically, you’d probably end up crying if you didn’t get what your heart ached for.

Your slightly trembling hand reached to knock on his door. “Papa? Can I come in, please? I want cuddles,” you called to him. Logan smiled to himself softly. Mostly because you finally came to talk to him, but also because he loved caring for you when you regressed. “Yeah! You can open the door, babydoll. I ain’t doing anything,” he said with an optimistic tone. You giggled softly, your hand gripping your stuffed animal a little tighter out of excitement.

You peeked into his room before fully stepping in. Logan was lying on his bed, one leg on top of the other, cigar in hand, and wearing his usual attire. His hand scratched at his fluffy jaw while leaning his head against his forearm. He smiled when you made your way into his room. “Come on, kid. I might bite, but I won’t bite you,” he joked. He put out his cigar while exhaling deeply, the smoke curling up against his face.

His old bedframe squeaked as you climbed onto his mattress. “There you go, little one,” he cooed softly. He wrapped one arm around your side while the other rested on his stomach. A soft hum came from his throat as he carefully grabbed your stomach rolls. “My squishy little doll,” he whispered to you.

He loved feeling all the soft bits of your flesh. Anytime the two of you cuddled or had “sleepovers” in the living room, he’d grab a chunk of whatever he could. Your thighs, your stomach, your waist. Anything he could.

You curled up into his side, sandwiching your stuffed animal between you and Logan. “You brought a little friend with you. They’re so cute, aren’t they,” he asks sweetly. You smile and nod against his chest.

He reaches the hand that’s on his stomach to your thigh and moves it to rest on his hips. He pats the skin softly before he gives your thigh a good squeeze like he did to your stomach. “You are just so soft and amazing, kid. You know that,” he asks before kissing your forehead. You nod in agreement once more while letting out a soft squeak from all the affection. “Squishy, squishy, squishy,” he hums softly to you.

Logan nuzzles his face against the top of your head, his beard brushing your forehead gently. He keeps his hands where they are as they still slightly grasp your body. The two of you stay lying there for a moment. You can hear his heart beating steadily accompanied by his deep breathing. Wind whistles against the glass of Logan’s window. The sheets rustle every so often when he repositions his hand or kisses your forehead again. This whole moment almost lulls you back to sleep.

Until Logan gives you a little tickle. “Papa! That’s mean,” you pout softly. He chuckles at your disruption to the silence. “I’m sorry, doll! I couldn’t resist. You expect me to not do that when I’ve got my hand right here on your stomach,” he asks playfully while getting a tighter grasp on the flesh. You squeal at the feeling, unaware that he didn’t even mean to tickle you that time. Nonetheless, he keeps a playful grin on his face. He pats your side and sighs deeply. “How about some breakfast, kid?”

[arminsumi]

Hello! My boyfriend of 8 years just broke up with me and my birthday is tomorrow I was wondering if you could possibly write a Suguru fluff. Thank you!

★ Chef student!Suguru feeding you pancakes

Geto すぐる

Note : i'm so sorry to hear that! i hope it is not too hard to cope 💗🥞 take care of yourself!

The smell of pancakes wafts up into the air.

It's funny, you're watching such a big and muscular man wearing a pink Hello Kitty apron while he flips pancakes.

And he flips these pancakes with the utmost delicateness and gentleness — as if the pancakes have feelings.

He piles up the best pancakes onto your plate and gives himself the floppier, less appetizing ones.

"Honey or syrup?" Suguru asks.

"Who would have syrup on their pancakes?" you scrunch your face up, "Pancakes are meant to be eaten with honey."

"What! No — syrup is way better!" he responds, one hand firmly gripping a pink spatula.

The spatula is not just pink. It's also too big for the pan. The pan is also tiny. But it's stick-free, and there is a joy to be had in flipping pancakes with a stick-free pan of that size with a pink spatula.

"Syrup is not better. It's too sweet." you argue.

Suguru keeps piling up the fluffiest pancakes on your plate. They're golden and puffing with steam, hot off the pan.

"Well, you're too sweet but I still love kissing your sugar lips." he flirts.

"Oh Sugu!" you roll your eyes. He's made your cheeks burn again.

He leans down for a small kiss. The smack between yours and his lips and little wetness makes him fluttery.

"You're ridiculous. And that apron is also ridiculous." you say. "What if your school saw you wearing that to the next class?"

"I think they'd appoint me as Head Chef and give me Michelin stars right away. Then I can be your Michelin-starred Suguru."

"Ah, you make it sound like your sole purpose to drag through culinary school is to be a chef boyfriend." you laugh.

He grins at you and prepares to circle honey over your pancakes. He grips the honey dipper gently, pinching it between his thumb and index fingers, and lets it slowly drip honey onto your fluffy pancakes.

"Anyways, don't you mock the Hello Kitty apron." he says with faux seriousness. "It's not a joke. It will bring me good luck."

"Sorry, Chef Geto." you play along.

He smirks and lifts the plate, forks a honey-smothered pancake piece and raises it to level with your mouth.

"Open wide, birthday girl." Suguru coos.

You open wide and Suguru feeds you a bite. Instantly, your face melts at the buttery, fluffy taste.

"Are they good?" he asks, just to lure a compliment out of you about his cooking.

"Mhm. I always love your cooking, Sugu. It tastes like a gentle man made it." you nod, happily taking the plate and stuffing another piece of pancake into your mouth.

Suguru feels a bit smug about his cooking now.

The compliments he gets from you get stored into his mind for safekeeping — he'll remember this one for years and his heart will flutter. Even when he's become a real chef at a restaurant, every compliment will never mean as much as this one you made over birthday pancakes.

He tastes his own pancakes, with the syrup on top.

Suguru hums contemplatively while chewing. You intently watch his sharp jawline as he chews. How can he make the act of eating seem so alluring?

"Tastes good — but not as good as you." he flirts.

"Stop flirting or I'll stuff your mouth with honey pancakes." you grumble cutely.

"Oh no! Honey pancakes; my worst enemy..." he murmurs and leans down to you for a soft kiss.

You taste the syrup on Suguru's lips and he tastes the honey on yours.

© arminsumi

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This is fictional work.

[sodascribbles]

YEAR OF THE ECHIDNA - INNOCENCE

@year-of-the-echidna

contains: knuckles being a little kid. maddie being a good mom.

relationships: knuckles & maddie

characters: knuckles & maddie; the other wachowskis appear very briefly

read on ao3 here!

. . .

Tails charges into the house with a bundle in his arms. "I made a mistake!" He's on the verge of tears; Sonic's at his side in an instant, Tom and Maddie close behind.

"I— I was working on an invention, and Knuckles was helping me—"

"Knuckles was helping you?"

"Well, he was listening, but it was helpful! It— it exploded! And I don't know if it was chaos energy or if I did something, but— but—"

"Something exploded?" Tom echoes incredulously.

"Is anyone hurt?" Maddie interjects, "Where's Knuckles?"

Tails shifts the bundle. Laying there, small, miserable-looking, and quite frankly adorable, is Knuckles.

He's on something comfortable. If he was napping, maybe a little more wouldn't hurt. . . is what he would say if he were just a puggle! He sits up and lets the blankie fall from his shoulders. He's a big kid. He doesn't need naps.

. . .

Jmm. Knuckles rubs blearily at his eyes. Had he fallen asleep? He hopes not— he's getting too big for naps.

There's a voice beside him, muffled, speaking words that are familiar but somehow aren't processing to him. He makes a sleepy little hum and shakes his head.

The person sitting next to him is not an echidna. He freezes. Something in the back of his head says safe and trust and Mother.

"Sweetie," she says, with a face that's trying not to look worried but is looking worried anyway. Oh. Knuckles can understand her. "Can you hear me?"

"Mhm," he responds, rubbing his eyes again. His head hurts; his whole body feels... strange. Maybe this was the healer's burrow.

The Mother sighs in a good way, but her face is still worried-but-pretending. "Thank goodness. Hi, baby. How are you feeling?"

Knuckles considers this for a long moment. He doesn't really know. "I d'nno," he responds honestly. "Head hurts a little. But I'm okay."

"Do you, um, know who I am?"

He doesn't know a lot of things right now. She looks familiar. His memories are all fuzzy, but he knows she's nice. The back of his head is still saying 'Mother,' but that can't be right, because she's not an echidna. Was she? No.

"Yes. And no," he hums. He looks up at her. Soft face. Long hair (fun to play with. Maybe if he asked really nicely she'd let him braid it.) Pink sweater. Warm hugs.

"Okay," she whispers. Her face wobbles a little. Knuckles hadn't meant to make her sad. . . "Do you know my name? Do you know *your* name?"

"I'm Knuckles," he says, puffing up his chest. That's what people like Mother and Fast and Fluffy and Father called him. So it had to be his name. (Something in his chest screams wrong wrong wrong like a little wailing puggle.) "And you're Mother."

×

Knuckles has never called her mom before. Maddie tries to find the 'right' way to respond, takes too long, and doesn't respond at all. She internally smacks herself in the face as his big, observant eyes tip downward. He fidgets with his adorable little hands. Paws? Claws? His little hands.

"Okay," Maddie finally says, her voice warm. She carefully swallows the fluttery feeling she gets when her boys call her mom. "I'm glad you know me, sweetie. You said your head hurt?"

"A little," Knuckles responds, shrugging. "Feels all. . . fuzzy. Like the blankie. Blanket."

Maddie has melted into a little puddle on the floor, by the way. Not literally. But seeing his adorable little face scrunch up and hear him say 'blankie'. . .

In a more bittersweet way, it's nice to see him honest. When he was big, Knuckles would have denied a headache until he literally couldn't anymore.

"Anything else?" She prods, restraining every urge to reach out for him. He scrunches his face up again (adorable!) and thinks for a moment.

"Nope."

"Well, that's good," Maddie hums. She's pretty sure he's not concussed— the headache must just be a side effect of suddenly becoming a child again. She supposes that makes sense, or at least as much sense as anything can when one's talking about suddenly becoming a child again. "Are you hungry? Do you want some, um. . . grapes?"

Knuckles' eyes go huge and bright and excited. He looks up at her like she's hung the stars. (The look is familiar. He always looks at her like that, just. . . less. Subdued. She shoves the thought away for later.)

"I like grapes."

"I know you do, sweetie." She stands from the couch. "You want to come with me, or do you want me to bring them to you?"

"I can help!" Knuckles hops off the couch and plants his hands on his hips. He smiles. There's a big gap where a tooth is missing. Maddie is still a metaphorical little puddle on the floor.

She leads the way to the kitchen. "I'm sure you can," she says.

Maddie swings open the fridge and does not even slightly get the chance to grab the bag of grapes before Knuckles gets to them. He clambors up a shelf and when he jumps down, he's got the bag over his head, victorious.

Knuckles beams at her. She closes the fridge (miraculously unharmed), and helps him up into a seat at the table. He folds his little hands and doesn't take any grapes until she gives them to him. He's so. . . different. Open. Starry-eyed.

Maddie steals a grape to distract from the sudden lump in her throat. Knuckles doesn't talk a lot about what his life was like before the Wachowskis. Apparently Sonic and Tails knew about some of it, but— well, it wasn't their place to tell her, and she would respect that.

"Thank you, Mother."

She's never going to recover. "You're welcome, baby."

"'M no' a baby," he pouts through a mouthful. Oh, he's such a baby. Maddie's little baby boy.

"Sure you aren't," she responds, soft and warm. Knuckles looks so proud of himself for 'convincing' her.

She lets him eat. The lump in her throat remains.

Maddie loves Knuckles. Maddie will always love Knuckles. But there's a part of her that knows she's going to miss this little guy. She mourns his loss of innocence; she's unfathomably angry at the circumstances that lead this little boy to become. . . well, Knuckles.

He tilts his head at her like he can read her mind. Maddie swallows thickly, and smiles at him.

She'll take care of him for as long as she needs to. And maybe, when he's big again. . . maybe she can help him get some of this back. Maybe she'll see the stars in his eyes again.

[katsu28]

Steve and hugging from behind would be so cute 🥺

anything for u my dear nova <33 the hugging from behind part is literally just a speck in all this fluff oopsie but pls enjoy

steve harrington x reader, 1.4k

There was something about Steve Harrington that made you unbelievably nervous. A good kind of nervous, of course—the kind that sent your stomach into a fluttery mess and made your fingertips tingle every time he touched you.

You shouldn’t be nervous around him, but you’d been together for three months and still found yourself fighting the urge to unabashedly stare at him whenever you spent time with each other. 

Another reason to be nervous—you were spending the night at his place for the very first time.

It wasn’t unusual for the two of you to spend a whole day together, but you always went home at the end of the night (much to Steve’s dismay). So a few hours ago when he casually suggested you just stay the night instead of leaving and coming back in the morning, you almost freaked out. 

Now you were here, standing in his bathroom fresh out of the shower, staring at yourself in the fogged up mirror and willing yourself to just be normal. It was Steve. There was nothing to worry about. 

Steve was sprawled out on his bed when you finally mustered up the courage to make your way to his room, tossing a raggedy baseball above his head and catching it.

Well, trying to catch it was a more apt description. His focus immediately shifted to you as you padded in, the ball bouncing off the mattress next to his head and nearly hitting him in the face in the process before rolling onto the floor. He scrambled to his feet, ball forgotten. 

“Hi.” He said softly, smiling at you with the brightness that rivaled the sun. You echoed his greeting, clutching at the towel around you. “Uh, here. This is for you.” He held out a well worn looking shirt, soft cotton brushing against your fingers as you took it gratefully. “I can—I’ll turn around while you get dressed.” 

“Thanks, Steve,” You mumbled, suddenly feeling shy. There were those damn nerves again. Steve turned around like he said he would, rocking back and forth on his heels while you pulled the shirt over your body. It smelled like laundry detergent and cologne and so very Steve you decided right then and there you were definitely keeping this shirt. “You can turn around now.” 

He whirled back around, letting himself take in the sight of you in his clothes. It was something straight out of a dream he’d had a few times. “You’re so pretty.” 

“You’re not so bad looking yourself.” 

Steve preened at the compliment, looking mighty pleased. He’d already changed while you were in the bathroom, clad in only a pair of old Hawkins High sweatpants slung low on his hips. 

His chestnut hair was free of product, fluffy and a little all over the place with a artful curl hanging over his brow. You had to fight the urge to brush it out of his eyes, though you suspected he probably wouldn’t have minded one bit if you did. 

“C’mere,” He murmured, stretching out an arm towards you. The look in his eyes held so much warmth, so fond and sickly sweet you wouldn’t be surprised if you’d ended up with a toothache come morning time. It spurred you forward, folding yourself into Steve’s embrace like it was second nature. Like it was where you belonged. His nose dipped into your hair and he inhaled, arms wrapping around you tight. 

“Did you just sniff me?”

“You smell really nice.” He defended meekly, cheeks turning an embarrassed pink. You kissed him to remedy it, smiling against his lips when he kissed you back immediately. His hand rubbed along your back whilst he maneuvered the two of you towards the bed without managing to break the kiss, but the need for air unfortunately won out. 

Steve pulled the covers over the two of you swiftly, settling close—but not too close, in case you liked to have your own space while you slept. 

You tucked yourself snug against his side instead, cheek pressed against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you again, and you were content there. The sound of his heartbeat hammered a million miles a minute in your ear, and it made you feel a little better knowing that he was just as nervous as you were. It actually eased your own nerves a tenfold. 

“Is this okay? Are you comfy?” Steve asked worriedly. It was cute how attentive he was. You wanted to tell him that being wrapped in his arms was one of the comfiest places in the world, but just opted for a nod, nuzzling a little closer to him in lieu of an answer. Steve still got the message loud and clear, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

It didn’t take long for either of you to fall asleep, you because of the steady rise and fall of Steve’s chest, and him because of the soothing warmth you radiated. He could fall asleep like this every night and still never get tired of it. 

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You were expecting Steve to be next to you when you woke up the next morning. But when you opened your eyes and rolled over to look at him, the space beside you was empty. 

He was in the kitchen when you finally found him, standing at the stove when you padded in, humming along to the song playing softly from the radio over on the other counter. His back was towards you as he poured batter into a pan on the stove. 

A sizeable stack of perfect pancakes sat on a plate beside him, with crispy edges, just the way you liked it. You wondered how he knew that, seeing as you’d never told him before. Then again, Steve always seemed to know what you liked. 

You crossed the room quiet as a mouse, sliding your arms around him once you were close enough. 

Letting out a surprised noise at the feeling of your embrace, it only took him a second to realize it was you.

“Morning, sweetheart.” He hummed, settling his free hand over your linked ones at his navel. You pressed your forehead between his shoulder blades, reveling in the warmth of his freckled skin and stayed there for a while, feeling him inhale and exhale with every breath he took. It was quite soothing. “How’d you sleep?” 

“Good. Really good.” 

“Sure sounded like it, what with the way you were snoring in my ear the whole night.” 

“I was not!” You gasped, rearing back. Steve’s body shook with laughter, and you realized he was just poking fun at you. “You’re an asshole.” 

“An asshole who’s making you breakfast right now.” He pointed out, flipping the pancake for good measure.

“True. You’ve been promoted to just a little shit then.” 

“Lucky me.” Steve snorted. “As much as I love this, you’re kinda cramping my style. I don’t wanna accidentally elbow you when I try to wow you with my triple pancake flip. Go sit at the counter and do what you do best—look pretty.” 

You obliged, but not before sighing overdramatically. “Trying to get rid of me already, Harrington?” 

“Dunno…is it working?” 

“Just for that comment, no, it isn’t working.” You huffed, propping your chin up in your hand. 

“Oh, good. Was kinda planning on keeping you around for a while.” 

“Just a while?” 

Steve shrugged without turning around. “Maybe forever.” 

You sat in silence with his words, maybe a little longer than you meant to, because Steve whirled around, brows crinkled with worry. 

“I’m sorry. Was that—that was too much, wasn’t it?” He blurted, shuffling over to where you were. “Did I just make things super weird? I didn’t mean like forever forever, I just thought it sounded smooth. Which, obviously it didn’t ‘cause—” 

Leaning over the counter, you slid your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him in for another kiss. This one was sweet and firm and had Steve melting faster than the pad of butter he’d placed atop the pancake stack. 

You let your forehead press against his when you pulled away. “I like forever.” 

“I do too.” He grinned, nearly going cross-eyed trying to look at you up close. He dotted another kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Y’know, I’m really enjoying the whole shutting me up with kisses thing you’ve got going on lately. I think you should keep doing it.” 

“Oh, do you?” You chuckled, sitting back down in your seat. Steve came around the counter to slide onto the stool next to you, scooting your own stool close enough to his that his knees bracketed yours. Now it was his turn to bring you in for a kiss instead of an answer. 

Forever with Steve suddenly seemed like the best idea in the world, especially if it meant you’d get to have mornings like this all the time. 

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[Ring Schwartz] I Can't Return to a Time Before You Part 2

(Now...what should I talk about with Ring?)

(...Huh?)

While I was thinking about what to say, Ring had gone on ahead.

Kate: Ring! Wait for me!

Ring: !?!? Why are you so far behind...?

I hurriedly chased after Ring, and he quickly turned back. We ended up side-by-side again, halfway between the distance that had opened up.

Kate: Our strides are different, so I seem to fall behind. I'll be careful.

Ring: No, I should have adjusted to yours. ...My bad.

Ring: A-anyway, hold onto my arm.

Kate: Thank you.

Ring: Actually...I was hoping you would hold my arm when we met up.

Kate: Is that what the sudden warm-up exercise was about?

Ring: Yeah. ...If it meant leaving you behind, I should have just had you grab my arm sooner.

Ring: I'm not acting like a lover at all. Even though Dari ordered me to...

Kate: We're both failing at acting like lovers, so don't worry about it.

Kate: Is there anything else you wanted to say but couldn't?

Ring: Yes. About your...clothes.

Ring: "Your outfit today is really nice. It suits you, little Robin."

Ring: "Where did you find that bracelet? I want to get a matching one."

Kate: Huh...?

Ring: "The design of your collar is playful and nice. It really shows your personality. And..."...

Kate: Um...are those your own words, Ring?

Ring had started complimenting me so fluently, it was like his previous awkwardness was a lie. I couldn't help but interrupt.

Ring: ...Y-you're sharp. As expected of a member of Crown...I can't let my guard down.

(It's not that I'm sharp, it's more like Ring is being too unnatural...)

Ring: Actually...Nica taught me some compliments so I could act more like a lover.

Kate: Oh, I see...! I'm happy you prepared beforehand. But...

Ring: "But?"

Kate: I want to hear your own words, Ring.

Kate: Would you really compliment your lover with someone else's words?

Ring: I-I wouldn't do that...I think.

Ring: A-anyway, I'll think of some compliments now, so wait for me.

Kate: ...If you can't think of anything, you don't have to force yourself to compliment me, okay?

Ring: No, I really do think your clothes are nice... uh, well...

He earnestly took my opinion to heart and tried to respond. It was impossible to dislike him...

(You can do it...!)

I silently cheered Ring on in my heart.

Ring: Your clothes today are...fluttery and fluffy... and I think they're c-cute.

Ring: Like the purple Hardenbergia flower...the calm color is...reassuring to look at.

The compliments he squeezed out after taking his time were halting.

But they struck me much harder than any borrowed words could.

Kate: I never would have thought to compare the color of my clothes to a Hardenbergia flower! I'm happy.

Ring: ...! I-is that so... That's good.

Kate: You're quite knowledgeable about flowers, Ring?

Ring: Ah, yes... I should be more knowledgeable about them than other things.

Kate: There are a few flower beds along the way to the Scala Theater.

Kate: If you'd like, could you tell me what kind of flowers are planted there?

Ring: ...If it's something I can answer.

-

From then on, Ring taught me about the flowers blooming along the way...

Perhaps thanks to that, by the time we arrived at Piccadilly, Ring's nervousness had lessened considerably.

Ring: ...It's almost showtime. We arrived at just the right time.

Kate: Yes, we did! The Scala Theater is just up ahead. Let's go.

(...He's still a bit awkward, but I feel like we can at least talk more naturally than this morning.)

Ring is wary of me and sometimes says alarming things...

But he's an honest person who can't lie and listens sincerely to what I have to say.

That's probably why I can interact with him naturally without feeling tense.

(I'm looking forward to seeing the play too. I wonder how Ring will react?)

(...Huh?)

Ring: ...Wh-why did you suddenly stop?

Kate: E-excuse me. There's something I want to check... Come with me, Ring!

I pulled Ring's arm and headed towards an alley in the opposite direction of the Scala Theater.

-

Ring: ...What business do you have in an alley like this?

Kate: Lately, there have been child abduction cases, and I saw someone who looked like the suspect who's on the run...

Kate: Ah... That's him!

I lowered my voice and pointed to the man lurking in the shadows of the alley.

Kate: It might be a case of mistaken identity, so I want to talk to him discreetly, but––

It was right in the middle of explaining the situation to Ring.

Perhaps she wandered in by mistake, but a little girl came into the alley... And at that moment, the man moved.

(Oh...!)

The man crept up to the girl and pressed a cloth he was holding to her mouth. It seemed like he made her smell some kind of chemical.

He expertly stuffed the limp girl into a bag and tried to leave.

Kate: Ring, let's go after him!

Ring: ...No, we need to get Dari's judgment before we pursue him.

Kate: What...? But, a kidnapping is happening right in front of us!? We have to help her now!

Ring: I've been ordered to bring you back safely today. I'm not allowed to take any other action without permission.

Ring: If we get involved in some strange incident, it would mean defying Dari's orders.

Ring: I understand you want to help, but we have to report to Dari first.

(A crime is happening right before our eyes, what is Ring saying...?)

Just a moment ago, I judged Ring to be an honest person who couldn't lie.

That's precisely why I know his words now are also true.

In other words... Ring has no intention of stopping the crime.

The person named Ring Schwartz, whom I thought I was beginning to understand, is becoming a stranger to me.

Kate: ...U-understood. In that case, I'll chase after the criminal myself!

Ring: H-hey...!

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Love Me (not) - Part 5

Hello Lovelies!

Here is the long awaited part 5. I've been MIA but school has been crazy!

I had a bit of writer's block with this part and I feel like it's not the best but I hope you like it :/. Please send me some requests so that I can work on other stuff when I do get writer's block!

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Genre: Friends to lovers, college au, jealousy, SMUT, some mutual pining, fighting/angst

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Pairing: Hyunjin x y/n, Felix x y/n (AFAB)

Warnings: This work contains content that is 18+. Minors DNI. Perv Hyunjin, intercourse, oral, masturbation, somnophilia and mild noncon, dom and sub (reader), Very minor self-depreciation/ insecurities

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I love you.

The words echoed in your ears. Your eyes were still locked with Felix but you weren’t there, looking back at him, not really. Your heart was pounding, you had a fluttery feeling in your stomach. It wasn’t quite like butterflies but not exactly like anxiety either. Was this how it was supposed to feel?

Your focus was on the words alone, having never heard them said to you romantically before. You’d had heard tons of ‘love yous’ from family and friends, it seemed so easy to return the words then. But this, it felt different. You felt like you should be able to say the words back but they were heavy, laced with a much more complex connotation that weighed on your heart.

Unable to get the words out, you instead leaned into him and gave him a soft but deep kiss. Felix pulled away, chuckling as your lips chased his. “I think we need a shower baby.”

You calmed down once the warm water hit your skin, the heaviness of those words melting away as Felix lathered your body in shower gel. Every time he touched you he was so gentle. After getting both of you clean, he massaged soothing circles into your back. You leaned back against him, eyes feeling heavy as the lack of sleep from the previous night caught up to you.

“Tired?” He asked in his deep voice, breath brushing against your ear.

“Mhm,” you replied, “your hands feel nice.” Felix shut off the shower and wrapped you quickly in a fluffy towel before drying himself. He took your hand guiding you back to bed, holding the covers for you and climbing in after you were comfortable. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your back to his chest. You fell asleep in a matter of seconds.

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You woke up to the sun shining between the blinds. You turned to find the bed empty next to you. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you debated leaving the warmth of the bed to look for Felix. Your phone rang before you could pull yourself out of bed.

“Good morning!” Hyunjin’s cheery voice said over the phone.

“You’ve been calling me more than my mom.”

“You didn’t reply to any of my texts!” Hyunjin complained.

“I was sleeping, I’m still kind of sleeping,” you replied, not ready to be cheerful.

“Are you free tonight?” Hyunjin asked, adding bitingly, “since I have to ask for you availability.”

“I don’t have anything particular planned. Why?” You chose to ignore his snide remark.

“Let’s do a movie night. I’ll cook”

“What’s-” you were cut off by a voice at the door.

“You’re up love?” Felix smiled at you, holding 2 mugs.

“Good morning!” You smiled at him as he walked over and handed you the coffee. Sitting down next to you quietly when he noticed you were on the phone.

“What are you dooooingggg,” Hyunjin was whining over the phone as your attention had been averted.

“Felix is here. Say hi to eachother!” You put the phone on speaker.

Felix reluctantly said a hello, getting an annoyed look on his face at the fact that Hyunjin was once again calling you. Hyunjin replied with a quiet hi back.

You put the phone to your ear, “okay don’t get so chatty you two,” you said sarcastically while eyeing Felix as well. “As I was asking before, what’s the special occasion?”

“Nothing. Does it have to be a special occasion for me to want to hang out with you?” He asked sounding irritated.

“No of course not,” you heard the edge in his voice, “I was just teasing. And you know if never turn down a meal from chef Hyunjin.”

“Are you home now?”

“No I’m at Felix’s. But I’ll be back in time for movie night.”

“Why are you there so early? Why were you sleeping?” The questions were pouring from Hyunjin’s mouth without much thought put into them.

“I stayed over silly. You know I never wake up early.”

The line was silent for a bit. You almost thought he had hung up, “Hyunjin? Are you there?”

“Yeah, I’ll be at your place at 4.”

“Byeeeee!” Hyunjin cut off the call before he returned your bye.

You put down the phone and turned to your boyfriend, “thank you,” you held up your mug.

Felix gave you a smile and brought you close to kiss your forehead. You leaned against his chest and he wrapped his arm around you. “Of course love.”

The nickname brought back the previous night. ‘Love’ was no longer a pet name, it was how he felt about you. That weird feeling returned as you tried to sip your coffee- you weren’t sure if it felt good or not.

“Do you have plans with Hyunjin?” Felix tried to sound nonchalant.

You were happy for the opportunity to get your mind off those words, “yeah we’re doing a movie night. It really has been a while, I guess I didn’t think about it.”

“He’s been calling so much, I feel like he’s here.” Felix said.

You laughed off his comment, not thinking it held any malice. “What do you think you’ll do tonight?”

“Well, since my girlfriend doesn’t have time for me tonight I guess I’ll have to come up with some plans,” Felix said, letting out a dramatic sigh. “I think I’ll hang out with some friends.” He laughed, answering the question. “Now, let’s have some breakfast.”

“Oh my god!! You have a cat?” You ran toward the orange cat lounging on the kitchen counter, gently petting its head to make sure it wasn’t spooked away. “WHAT IS THIS ANGELS NAME?”

“Soonie,” Minho said turning the corner into the kitchen. He was holding a smaller tabby cat and another orange cat followed at his feet and jumped up onto the counter as well. “This is Dori, she’s the baby.” He held up the tabby, then nodding towards the other orange cat, “that’s Doongie.” This was the most Minho had spoken to you since you’d met him. He gave you a smile as he watched you gush over the cats.

“Are they yours? I love them all!” You tried to slowly pick up Doongie, scared that he might run away. He let you pick him up and you hugged him close to you as the cat nuzzled your face.

“It’s breakfast time for them,” Minho said setting up their food bowls.

“It’s breakfast time for you too,” Felix said handing you a plate.

"A man after my heart," you commented as you took your food and sat down across the counter from him.

Felix leaned over the counter so that he was eye level with you, getting closer to you in the process. "You already have mine, Love. I don't mind working for yours," his said this so earnestly, a thousand emotions playing behind his eyes. He left you speechless but with that same bubbling feeling in your chest that you had experienced the night before.

“Ew,” Minho scoffed from the corner, “get a room.” He walked out leaving you both alone. Luckily his comment had lightened the atmosphere as both of you burst into laughter.

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"What time will your movie night end?" Felix had his arms wrapped firmly around you as you both cuddled in the couch.

"It'll go late baby. Now let go, I'm already late!" You had been wrestling with Felix for a good 10 minutes trying to get up so you could head out.

Felix nuzzled into your neck placing soft kisses along your skin. "I don't want you to go love," his deep voice sent shivers through you. He was definitely making it hard for you to go.

"Baby, I promise I'll see you tomorrow." You giggled as his soft kisses tickled your neck.

"Promise to miss me?"

“Of course, I’ll miss you soooooooo much,” you spread your arms wide, showing him just how much you’d miss him before wrapping them around him and returning his kisses.

“Fine, if you must go,” Felix finally released his hold on you and you got up, gathering your things and heading towards the door.

Felix followed you, grabbing his keys until you stopped him.

"It's so nice outside, I think I'll walk," you admired the sun pouring in through his windows.

Felix slipped on his shoes, taking your hand despite your refusals. "I want to spend as much time with you as I can." His words painted a blush across your cheeks. You weren't sure if you would ever get used to his sweet words, they always made you shy and giggly.

You both walked hand in hand enjoying the pleasant weather. You tensed when your building came into view, hoping Felix would leave you at the entrance. Instead he lead you to the elevator. Hyunjin would probably already be there and boy's meetings so far had not been friendly.

You turned to Felix when you reached the door, "bye baby," you leaned in to peck his lips. He didn't leave. You opened the door and Felix followed you in.

"You're finally here!" Hyunjin shouted as he rounded the corner. You burst out laughing when you saw him. He stood in your small pink apron, sleeves rolled up, hair messily pulled back with something staining his tshirt. The same thing, maybe some sort of sauce was also smeared on the side of his face.

"How did you get so messy?" you asked between giggles. You walked up to him, swiping some of the food off his face and putting the finger in your mouth. Hyunjin was left speechless after your actions, locking eyes with yours as you brought your finger between your lips and sucked. The thoughts that ran through his mind made his mouth feel dry as he watched you suck on your finger.

"It tastes good!" you grinned at him, turning and going back to the door where Felix stood. It took Hyunjin a second to register that your 'boyfriend' was there. They locked gazes, hostility brewing between the both of them.

You walked up to Felix, giving him a kiss on the cheek you said, “thanks for dropping me off. I’ll call you later.”

You were suddenly swept up into a deep kiss with Felix. His hand wrapped behind your neck, pulling you closer. You let out an embarrassing whimper as you felt him harden against your stomach. Much too soon Felix pulled away. Giving you a small smirk and saying, "Goodbye Love," before swiftly going out the door. You stood there stunned and horny.

“Ewwww” Hyunjin snapped you from your daze. “Please don’t make me have to witness that again.”

You rolled your eyes, "go clean yourself up."

"I thought you were already doing that for me," Hyunjin grinned, wiggling his eyebrows.

You felt your cheeks turning a deep shade of scarlet. Not knowing what to say you rushed past him to assess the state of your kitchen. As aspected, Hyunjin had been cooking up a storm and the kitchen looked like it.

"How can I clean you up when I have to deal with the mess you left?" You quipped back. In the past you would have been too flustered to be able to reply to Hyunjin's comment but recently you had been able to work past your shyness. Perhaps this is what a friendship was supposed to be, not all the rush of feelings you used to feel before. Those feelings were confusing, sending butterflies throughout your body anytime he would move close. Those feelings stung, pushing daggers through you whenever he had a new girl on his arm. Those feelings had stopped... definitely.

Hyunjin skipped in as you started on the dishes. "I promise dinner is good enough to justify this mess. But let's eat now!!"

"Hyunjin I just want to finish and be done with it," You replied.

A moment of silence -

You jumped.

Hyunjin spoke softly from behind you, "Dinner will get cold and I don't want to leave you with work. I'll clean up later but now I just want to spend time with you."

You felt a shiver run through you as his breath tickled your ear.

You felt warmth spread over you as his hand wrapped around your waist and gently pulled you away from the sink and into him.

You felt the hardness of his chest against your back as you saw his hand reach out and turn off the tap.

You felt your thumping heart as his hand left your waist and his arms engulfed you completely. He dried your hands with a kitchen towel.

You felt cold as he pulled away from behind you.

"Come on, I already set plates for us!"

You felt yourself begin to breathe again as you followed his figure into your living room.

He had decorated your coffee table with pretty purple candles, filling the room with the scent of lilac. Cushions and blankets were set up on the floor in front of the couch and 2 plates next to a dish full of your favourite mac and cheese were waiting for you. A vase of pink roses rested in the centre of the table.

Hyunjin sat down, settling into the cushions and patting the spot next to him gesturing for you to join him. You sat stiffly next to him, trying to take in your surroundings.

You looked at Hyunjin. The room was dimly lit by a lamp in the side of the room and the soft glow of the candles. He was busy plating the mac and cheese for the both of you. His hair fell forward, covering part of his pretty face but you resisted the urge to reach out and fix it.

He met your eyes and smiled, pulling a smile from you as well. The soft light in the room highlighted the shadows of his face making his smile all the more striking.

"What is it?" Hyunjin's voice pierced through your haze of feelings.

"I-," you paused to breath, remembering that it was something you needed to do. "I'm just surprised," You looked away.

Hyunjin's fingers grazed your chin, turning you to face him once again. "If you look at me like that I'm gonna make sure to surprise you more often."

His words hung in the air. He let go of your chin, both of you looking at your plates, hiding blushes from one another. You distracted yourself from the fluttering in your stomach by turning on the TV and flipping through shows to watch. Arguments over how you could not possibly watch the princess diaries again quickly filled the air that had hung between you both.

Dinner finished and now settled cuddled against Hyunjin your mind drifted to the words Felix had said to you the night before. It must have been a in the rush of the moment because it was too soon. And you didn't know what the feeling in the pit of your stomach was that bubbled uncomfortably everytime you thought of those three words. Was it nerves?

"What ya thinking about?" Hyunjin pulled you from your thoughts.

"It's nothing," you didn't need get Hyunjin grumpy over your boyfriend once again.

"Now my bestfriend won't even share stuff with me anymore. Have I really been replaced so quickly," Hyunjin dramatically sighed, draping himself over you while pouting.

"Ahhh you're too heavy." You attempted to push him off with no success, instead Hyunjin wrapped his arms around you making sure you couldn't move away from him.

He locked eyes with you now, "Seriously y/n. What is it? You've been way too quiet and I'm missing getting tired of you talking during movies."

You broke eye contact quickly, taking a deep breath, "Felix just said something to me and it's just been on my mind."

Hyunjin scowled, "what did he say?"

You hesitated once again, causing Hyunjin to force your face towards him, "Y/n, what did he say?" He said it more sternly this time, anger building behind his chocolate eyes getting ready for a fight if that guy had said anything to hurt you.

"He told me he loves me."

Hyunjin dropped his hand from your face, staring at you open mouthed in shock. A million emotions ran through him, above all was anger. He stared. Opened his mouth as if to say something and then closed it again. His brows furrowed and you sat in silence, waiting for him to react.

Finally Hyunjin asked, "did you say it back?" Hyunjins heart was pounding, blocking out all sound to the point that he had to try to read your lips to hear your answer.

"No."

Hyunjin let the breath he had been holding out. His heart calmed down and he felt almost at ease once again. You hadn't said it back. You didn't love him. And that was good.

"But you're still with him?" Hyunjin asked this time, trying to understand why you were sticking around with this guy. A guy who loved you, who you didn't love back. For some reason that brought him so much joy.

"Yes I'm still with him!" You looked at Hyunjin incredulously.

"But you don't love him."

"I didn't say that!"

Once again his pulse picked up. "You do love him?"

"I don't know!" You practically shouted, burying your face in your hands, overwhelmed with feelings you couldn't identify. You began to sob, feeling far too overwhelmed to do anything else.

You felt Hyunjin's hands wrap around yours and bring them away from your face. He leaned down so he could looked at your tear stricken face and gently wipe away the tears that were falling. He pulled you into his chest, letting you take your time to gather your thoughts and stop your sobs. No matter how much he pushed you, he always knew what you needed at the end of the day. There would be no more questions from him unless you were ready to share.

You pulled away from him, "I didn't say I love you back but I still like him and I'm not sure how I feel and I think it's so soon. Honestly he probably just said it in the heat of the moment so I'm just overthinking it but I don't know. Should I have said it back? I don't know."

Hyunjin didn't want to think too hard about whatever moment you had shared with Felix. And he didn't want you to want to tell Felix that you loved him. But he was a sucker for your tears and they had wiped away his anger. "It's okay." He soothed, "you don't have to say anything if you're not ready. And did he pressure you?"

"No he didn't even mention it. I should have just said it back."

"Do you love him?" Hyunjin could feel himself shake as he asked the question.

"Ugh," you buried yourself into Hyunjin this time, his arms happily wrapping around you, "I don't know. When he said it I just kind of didn't know what to feel and then since I've just got this weird feeling."

Hyunjin just held you tight, not knowing what to say. All those feelings you described were rushing through him. He felt sick as he heard you ponder whether you were in love with your boyfriend or not. He just wanted to hear a solid no from you. Any other guy would be fine, well not any other guy. A guy who was deserving of your time and he was convinced that Felix was definitely not that.

Hyunjin knew it was best to probably say nothing but the devil on his shoulder won, " You don't need to worry. You're right he said it really early. "

You looked up at him, ready to listen , so Hyunjin continued, "Are you sure about him Y/n. He does have a reputation and maybe he just said it cause he wants to sleep with you."

You let out a chuckle, "I love that you worry about me Hyunnie. But I don't think he said it because of that."

" No you don't know what guys are like!" He persisted.

"What I'm saying is that it was kind of past the point for that to be his reasoning," you giggled as you saw the wheels turn in Hyunjin's head. He turned as red as a tomato. Give it up to Hyunjin to be a playboy and still get embarrassed talking about sex.

Hyunjin was red, but not out of embarrassment. You fucked him? He wanted to ask more, but he also didn't want to know. What. The. Fuck. Hyunjin was steaming. That man was not good enough to be around you, let alone put his hands over you. Hyunjin retreated into himself as these thoughts bounced around his head.

That night Hyunjin slept turned away from you. Except he didn't sleep. He was so preoccupied with your words and the idea of Felix touching you. It made him angry, and sad, and honestly you weren't supposed to be letting men touch you like that. Hyunjin grumbled to himself, tossing and turning and wanting to cuddle up to you. But he kept his distance now because being close to you just made him think of someone else being that near you, and that made him sick to the core.

Hyunjin did eventually fall asleep, and he awoke to find the bed empty next to him. He got out of bed, still half asleep, rubbing his eyes as he whined out your name. He regretted not holding you last night and he was ready to take a nap on you.

As he enters the brightly lit living room all he hears is a deep voice growl out, "Seriously?"

Next thing he knows, Felix is standing in front of him and then pain shoots up his right jaw.

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[acexsmhking]

hiii lovey can u write a ticci toby x trans male reader fluffy kinda story w/ lazy/sleepy making out, sittin in his lap/laying together n neck kisses, knuckle rubbing(ur post abt that is so cute oml😭)n praise(not sexually🙏) n js pretty much toby being a massive comfort during a bad dysphoria day lol

If ya need any tips on writing dysphoria, basically js in my experience i feel uncomfortable in my skin n wna hide in a blanket, like not be perceived by most ppl n my head feels heavy so maybe add smth like that? Or wearing specific clothes or words of affirmation abt gender lol idk its ok if u cant/dont write this tho! U can js write the story minus the dysphoria comfort :33 ty, ace!!<33-🦌

𝐎𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭

(𝗮𝗱𝗷.) 𝗛𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗻

: ̗̀➛ Toby Rogers x TRANSM!Reader

Summary: Finally being able to relax after a long day at the homestead, you and Toby spent the rest of your afternoon basking in the other’s presence.

Warning(s): fluff, lazy make-out, Toby being romantical, brief descriptions of body dysphoria, mentions of mental health drain

Today, while busy and pleasant, sun bright yet the air having a cool breeze. Had been.. off. You couldn’t quite describe it or rationalize anything despite how familiar you were with this feeling. Nothing felt right, everything felt.. itchy. As if there was something prickling under your skin, tearing at everything it could. The stress more than most likely the culprit of your current head ache. You wished you could just take off your own skin for the day. Anything to relieve this feeling, perhaps a nice shower to give you a break.

You both had flopped onto the couch in a huff. The day had been spent doing various tasks around the house, and taking care of the animals. Your head was absolutely killing you, a deep sharp throbbing right at the back of your head, behind your ear. Toby noticed how faint you looked, slowly moving you into his arms. You leaned, more like sacked, against him resting your head on his chest. He hummed, fingers gently massaging your head as he brought a glass of water to your lips.

You mumbled a tired thanks, letting the room temperature water run down your throat. Probably a glass you left in a fit of rush while tending to other things. The ache easing into a more dull throbbed as you rested, sipping on the water. Toby cradled you, keeping you pressed firmly against him as he too rested. Your free hands intertwined as he rubbed your knuckles, a faint tremble in his own hand. His other rubbed circles on your back, his lips pressing soft fluttery kisses to your crown.

“You can sl-l-leep in tomorrow if you want, My love.” He murmured, letting you shift around to face him. Your chin on his chest as you looked up at him. “Such a good husband, letting your own sleep in.” You teased, pressing a kiss to his lips. You could feel him chuckle as he leaned into the kiss, his hand on your back moving to cup your head. The movements brought a sharp pain to your temple but you ignored it, deciding to indulge in him.

Despite spending the whole day together, albeit working, you never grew tired of each other. Especially not now, as he felt your lips against his own, cracked and broken from constant biting and maybe poor water intake time to time. The kisses, lazy and sweet, didn’t lack any passion. He was greedy as he possessed your lips. Hands growing rougher as he held you tighter. You sighed against him, arms wrapping around his neck as you tried desperately to press harder against him. Breaking the kiss, Toby began a trail leading from your jaw to your exposed neck.

“Ich liebe dich.” A hushed confession as he pressed more kisses to your lips, each becoming more and more sloppy as the last. You could feel a flush tingle on your cheeks, a knot in your stomach. He was just too pretty and sexy!! How could you not feel so warm. “I love you too.” You flushed, fingers tangling in his hair. Toby broke the kiss softly, cradling your face between his hands. You squirmed under his gaze, a shy smile on your lips. “What?” You giggled, glancing away from him occasionally to catch your bearings. “Have I t-old you how ha-andsome you are today?” He teased, kissing your nose before leaning back.

You laughed, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “Yes, you’ve told me plenty,” You brought yourself up a little, looking into his eyes. “Especially when I would bend over.” You smirked, he shrugged completely unashamed of himself. “What? I can’t appr-pr-eciate my husband’s ass?” He mocked, giving your side a playful pinch. You yelped, giggling as he tickled you. A shiver ran down your spine, that feeling creeping up and over your shoulders. Dousing you almost like cold water. Toby gaze softened as he went back to holding you, massaging your temples.

“I’m sorry-y, my love.” He frowned, eyes completely helpless as he looked down at you. You shook your head, grinding your teeth as everything felt more and more overwhelmed. “I’m sorry I just.. I didn’t mean to.” Toby interrupted you with a kiss, soft and gentle. But it got its point across nonetheless. “Don’t worry, how-how about we just wash up and go to bed? I’ll bri-ng you some food.” He stated really, just sounded like a question. He helped you stand up, careful of your ache in your head. He gave you a kiss before helping you into the bathroom, letting you have your own space with yourself.

You stood in the shower for a long while before even attempting to wash. The water felt refreshing, as if it washed away everything horrible on you. The dirt, the sweat, the stink and that feeling. A moment of pure peace. Stepping outside the bathroom, towel wrapped around you. You smiled watching Toby, turning on your heated blanket and placing a bowl of ice cream on your bedside. Okay.. maybe you should be more pitiful around him often. You dreaded putting on clothes once you saw a new pair of pajamas folded. You shifted as you patted yourself dry, avoiding them vehemently.

Toby pulled you into a kiss, cradling your face. “You can just lay d-own, love. There is no law-ha saying you must wear Jammie’s.” He chuckled, tucking you in as you settled in bed, greedily eyeing the ice cream. He scoffed, playful nudging you as you dived right in. He laid down next to you, almost completely becoming one with the mattress. “You are the best!” You praised him, albeit muffled as you shoveled the ice cream in your mouth. “As are you, Mein Liebling.” He sighed, bringing one of your hands to his lips. Holding your skin to his lips as he pressed long, soft kisses to your knuckles.

For the rest of the afternoon you both stayed that way. Occasionally he would kiss your knuckles or palm, holding your hand. You could feel yourself dozing in bed, a mixture of pure exhaustion from the headache and labour you did. Toby looked at you for a while, squinting his eyes at you. You cocked a brow, turning to look at him. “What?” You huffed, wrapping the warm blankets tighter around you. “You’re actually so attractive-e it’s pissing me off.” He grumbled, fingers nervously pinching and rolling the skin of your knuckles and fingers.

You barked out a laugh, snuggling towards him. “How handsome am I?” You sleepily asked, eyes drooping as you allowed his comfort and safety to wrap around you. “Like… I want to pull you into my skin. Ma-maybe also pour acid on your face. But I also want to eat you.” He ranted, his absurd compliments making you laugh. He buried his nose in your hair, smelling your scent. “If I cou-ld sculpt, I would do nothing but ma-make statues of you.” He confessed, actually seeming very serious about the statement. You smiled, arms wrapped firmly around his waist. “I think about you like that too, my prettiest boy.” You kissed his chest, shirt and all.

He laughed hoarsely, dull nails dragging on your back. “As if, you’re definitely the prettiest one. ‘M all fucked up, love.” He grunted, a slight jerk in his leg. “Well.. yeah but I like it. I don’t think you’d normal if you were normal.” You mumbled, trying to conjure an image of ‘normal’ looking Toby in your head. He chuckled, bring your head up as he gave you another kiss. “My handsome boy.” Cheekily, he rubbed the tip of his nose against yours.

Yeah, the day might’ve been rough. But you wouldn’t change it.

: ̗̀➛ This was actually so comforting and easy to write. Sorry it took me a while to reach this ask Deer Anon! I tried writing dysphoria very.. flakey. It physically pops in and out causing dread and discomfort for the reader. I hope I wrote it well enough, please give me any criticism. I hope you weren’t too bored while waiting!! Thank you so much for the request and support! — Ace

[valentine-cafe]

I see many posts of dear Alessio (781) comforting reader and having their back, so hoe about we have his back for a change?🥺him getting back from a tiring day of work and reader is there for him for anything he wishes to talk about, giving him a warm safe hug and massaging his head soothingly, or washing his hair, or just giving soothing whispers and sweet words, giving him gifts, getting him through the day?❤️‍🩹🥹

˖⁺. ﹙ antihero mercenary bf x gn reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . thank you cariño, for always takin' care of me !! 🍒 :  antihero ˖ mercenary ˖ enigma character character﹙ verse 781 alessio. ﹚

after all of the care and love your boyfriend has shown you, you turn it all back onto him. and shower him with love <3

“Dios cariño. You're too good to me.”

He shrugs off his black leather jacket while your hands eagerly take his warm face into your hold. Your lips fall upon his much like the light pattern of rain upon his apartment windows. You drown out his hushed, tired groans better than any wind for sure.

“Look so tired baby. . .” Your croon could send him straight to bed. A tender voice for gentle hands that trace down his neck and ease along his traps. Then his shoulders. With skillful fingers working through knots in ways he is certain will be his downfall.

“Mm, ‘m fine,”

His weight falls upon you. Your neck becomes home for his face and he welcomes it with his own kisses followed by nuzzles. His arms find their rightful place around you with soft squeezes as apology for letting the cold touch your delicate skin.

You trace your hands back to his face and swirl your thumbs along his cheekbones. He counters with a turn of his head and a kiss to your palm.

“Te amo. . .”

“Mhhm lover boy. Don't think you're getting out of this one.”

Your grin meets his tired smile. The exasperated sigh bleeds into the air as you use your strength to pull him along his apartment. Framed posters and ebony furniture become a blur, with the eye of the storm being you. His dearest love who so earnestly presses him to his sheets.

Another kiss to his lips for good measure. Then two to his cheeks. One to his nose so that it wrinkles in the way that makes you giggle.

His hands lather your hips and make their way up your sides. You derail their course with a tut and a light shove to his shoulder so that he hits the mattress.

“Cuorreeeeee,” ( sweetheart ) his groan is nothing short of exhausted and childish. You simply have to crawl over him and pepper another round of fluttery kisses all over his face.

“Don't whine. I'm taking care of you tonight.”

The fluffy blanket will be his only comfort for now. You zip out of the room and he watches with dazed eyes. You just so manage to hear him calling you something under his breath - “bumblebee”, you only chuckle in response.

Taquitos is on the menu. His favourite you have mastered. The way his emerald eyes brighten to compete with the stars reminds you of such as you shuffle the plate closer.

“What'd I do to deserve this huh? What’cha want?” His joke only meets your affectionate smile while you watch him munching away like a kid in a candy store.

“To love you.”

He nearly chokes. You stiffle a giggle.

Alessio is quick to wash down the last half of his taquito with the cup of water you brought along with. In favour of swarming you with kisses once more.

“A poet now huh?”

“You turn me into one.”

Your arms brace his shoulders. The look in your eyes compels him to keep eating. Lest he face the wrath of you feeding him. Oh nooo, woe is he.

A poet indeed is what you are. Littering his face and neck with your endless affection. Pouring honey into his ears with words he has always dreamed of. What more can you do by lay all of your love on him?

He deserves it after all. The way his eyes droop and his face finds comfort in your chest. You'll hold him through the night and spoil him as best you can.

[natt-writes]

Romance prompts

Here are some cute fluffy things that you can use in your books/fics. I literally love writing fluff smmmm!

Character A, half asleep, being carried into their house by character B. They are laid down in their bed and tucked in. B peppers their face with a few fluttery kisses just for good measure. A yawns and curls up under the thick layer of blankets. Just as B is about to leave A grabs their hand and pulls them back over to the bed. “Can you stay?” They ask softy. B sits on the bed and runs a comforting hand through A’s hair. “Of course,” they reply as their partners eyes start to close.

Character B is sick with the flu. They haven’t showered in days and their skin is sticky from sweat. Person A has been taking care of them, bringing them food, wiping their forehead, taking their temperature, even helping them to walk to the bathroom. Person B is I awe of how kind A is Being. No one has ever treated them like this before. A comes into the room with a bowl of soup. “It’s chicken noodle, your favourite.” They say as they gently pass the bowl to B. B starts to cry a bit and A starts freaking out thinking they did something wrong. B quickly assures them they are not upset, in fact they are happy. Happy that their partner loves them so much.

A and B are on a date, while they are out A gets a call. Their hands start shaking a bit as they read who the caller is yet they answer anyway. The next few minutes are filled with A franticly apologizing as they get screamed at through a phone. B mouths “who is it?” A mouthes back “it’s my mother/father.” B lets out an angry sigh and grabs the phone from A’s hands. They tell A’s parent that A is amazing and sweet and smart and that they have no right talking to them like that. Then they hang up. A stares at B in shock for a moment before hugging B tightly and thanking them for telling their parent off.

[venusjaynie]

lil dad!billy drabble

billy hargrove x pregnant!fem!reader

warnings: mentions of: pregnancy, labour, babies etc. 99.9% fluffy fluff!

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"Honey? I'm home!" Billy grins to himself at his cheesy opener as he walks through the front door. He expects to hear your laugh in response, but he isn't greeted with such a reaction. Confused, he calls your name a few times, and then he calls for the twins, but is again met with silence.

Billy walks through the downstairs of your house, and then he does a quick check upstairs. No sign of you, Amber or Cassidy. However, when he looks through your bedroom window, overlooking the garden, he sees you watching your daughters as they run around the garden.

Billy makes his way downstairs, stopping in the kitchen to grab a can of lemonade for himself, a bottle of water for you and a capri-sun for each of the girls, and then heading outside. He hears the girls before he actually sees them.

"Daddy!" It's Cass that greets him first, as she runs up to him and he has just enough time to set the drinks down on the grass before gathering her in his arms.

"Hey, Cassy girl. You okay?" He presses his lips to her temple and she wraps her little arms around his neck, squeezing tight and burying her head into his shoulder. Billy feels a little tug on his jacket sleeve, and he looks down to see Amber standing at his feet. He bends down so he's eye-level with her, and Cass stands beside him.

"Hi, baby." He says softly.

"Hi daddy." Amber, the shy little thing, raises her arms slightly to indicate that she wants picked up, and Billy, of course, complies. He lifts her so gently as you walk over to greet him.

"Hey, Billy."

"Hi, sweetheart, how was your day?" You pick up Cassy as you walk to Billy, and you plant a soft kiss on his lips when you reach him.

"Good. How was yours?"

"Good, but I missed my girls." You smile up at him, and he kisses you again until he's interrupted by Amber.

"Daddy, I drew you a picture today." Billy lets out an exaggerated gasp, and tells Amber he can't wait to see it and that she should go inside and show him there. Both her and Cassy run into the house to get their drawings from earlier on and Billy turns back to face you. He kneels down so he's eye-level with your belly, and he puts his hand on your small bump.

"Hi, bug." He kisses your stomach, and you think he can probably feel the butterflies fluttery around in there as he does so. "So, any ideas for a name yet?" You laugh.

"Billy, the baby's only 14 weeks, we have plenty of time. Besides, we don't even know if we're having a girl or a boy." He rolls his eyes playfully.

"Alright, alright. I've been brainstorming all day though."

"Oh, really? And what are your ideas so far."

"For a boy, how about Evan?" You tilt your head while you think.

"It's nice, but he doesn't feel like an Evan ." You reply nonchalantly, but quickly realise your mistake. "I mean, he or she." Billy stares at you, and you swear you see his eyes glistening.

"Are you serious? Are we having a boy?" You nod at him with a sheepish smile. He laughs breathlessly and wraps his arms around your waits, making sure to not squeeze too hard on your bump. "Holy shit, I'm having a boy."

"Yeah, baby, we're having a boy." He kisses you, hard, and you can't help but smile. "Hey, c'mon, let's go check out these pictures."

He follows you inside, and you find your girls on the sofa surrounded by colourful pages filled with stickers and glitter.

"Daddy, look! It's me and you and mommy and amber!" Cass runs up to the two of you with a page in hand, and points out all the members of your little family to both you and Billy, and you can't help but notice Billy's fond smile as he listens to her intently. Amber is a little more shy when showing her creations, but Billy listens all the same when she quietly explains her drawings, and he declares that both his babies artwork deserve a spot right in the middle of the fridge.

After pinning them up, the girls run off toward their playroom and Billy walks over to you, a cheeky grin playing at the lips.

"I can't believe we're having a boy."

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you before."

"Sweetheart, don't apologise. We're havin' a boy, I'm gonna have a fuckin' son."

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this is so short and rushed im sorry 😭

but anyways dad!billy 🫶🫶