#gonna go off to dreamland now!

[uriwoos2]

boynextdoor with a bookworm s/o? 📚❤️

hello! omg.. this rec has to be my most favorite thing ever ᨳᥩ ᪲◞ ◟)𑁬 it was such a pleasure to work on it, thank you for requesting! and sorry for the wait >< but here it is! hope u enjoy dear <3 <3

[daytaker]

The Gang React to You Falling Asleep on Them

Lucifer

*deep sigh that speaks volumes to how difficult it is for this man to get any sleep, and here you are, conked out on his shoulder...*

If you don't wake up within a few minutes, he'll have no choice but to move. He is not the sort to be so sentimental that he can't bear the thought of disturbing your precious sleeping face. Of course, he won't be an asshole about it; he'll be careful and try not to wake you up. He might even drape his jacket over you for your nap.

But only if he doesn't need it.

Mammon

"Hey, my arm's gettin' a little stiff, can I just-- ...ah."

Oh. Ah. Alright. Cool. This is happening. Hmm. Damn. Not super comfortable, and it's kinda inconvenient to be trapped here, but, pshh, what's he supposed to do, wake up a sleeping human? He's heard that can lead to...cardiac arrest, or something. He ain't gonna murder you just to move a little sooner.

You did not just start snuggling him in your sleep. Did Mammon score today or did he score today? Too bad his arm's starting to fall asleep, but, well, nothin' in life is free.

Leviathan

"What...? WHAAAAAAT?" (But only in his brain. He doesn't want to wake you up. Mammon says that can lead to cardiac arrest in humans.)

He's pretty sure he's the one who's going to keel over from heart problems at this rate. He hadn't even realized you were getting sleepy. Are you bored watching him tackle this single-player old school RPG? Did you hate it all this time and you never even mentioned it?! Why is your face so close?! Do you not have any idea the kind of mental torture you're putting him through right now?!

Deep breaths, Levi. Deep breaths. This happens in anime all the time. It's...usually a good thing! It means that the main character and their love interest are tripping all the right flags, and... and how long is this scene going to last? Those scenes almost always end with the two still on the couch, then they skip to the next day or something. How long is he going to have to just sit here... suffering...?

After about ten minutes, he's reached his limit and he gently shakes you awake. He is so embarrassed that he insists you go to bed now, and he will not take no for an answer. Good night. Goodbye. *door slams*

AAAAHHHHHHHHH.

Satan

"Hm? Have you been getting enough sleep...?"

Satan would be very pleased with the situation, though probably less intensely excited than Mammon. He'll make whatever small adjustment is necessary for his comfort, then settle in and read for as long as it takes you to wake up. He feels very warm and fuzzy. It's nice. Hopefully you do this more often. But he should really ask you about your sleep schedule. Levi must be forcing you to stay awake too often.

Asmodeus

"Aww, aren't you adorable?"

This is precious. He needs to document it. As soon as he realizes what's happening, he'll carefully pull out his D.D.D., making sure not to wake you up, and start snapping pics. A few of you, a few dozen selfies with you, a few with him pretending to be asleep too, and then a perfect shot of him kissing your forehead. Grammable as fuck.

Er... is that drool he can see in one of those photos? ...You're going to have to wake up. You can't just drool on his brand-name jacket.

Beelzebub

"Oh."

He's used to people falling asleep on him, so this doesn't really throw him for much of a loop. However, he's a bit more careful of waking you up. He knows that if he wakes Belphie, he'll just fall back asleep within a few seconds, but you're not quite so adaptable. So he'll do his best to stay quiet and not move much.

But no matter how hard he tries, he's never going to be able to turn off his stomach. You'll probably wake up with a start as his stomach roars at you about twenty inches from your face.

Belphegor

"...zzzz..."

Who are we kidding, we all know he was asleep first. Probably, he's the reason you fell asleep so easily. He's soft and warm, perfect for drifting off to dreamland...

Diavolo

"Very bold! You really are astonishingly brave."

It's not every day someone has the stones to fall asleep in his presence, let alone fall asleep and use him as some sort of glorified pillow. What a nice change of pace.

He'll continue doing whatever it is he was doing before, but he is a busy demon, running the Devildom and all. He'll slowly and carefully extricate himself when it's time to move, then have Barbatos bring you a blanket and prepare some tea for when you wake up.

Barbatos

"Humans are awfully needy creatures, aren't they."

He can't help but chuckle. You just pass out during the middle of the day? Then again, it's possible you're probably not entirely well. He'll have to disturb the young master to ask what sort of accommodations to make for you. Of course, he's sure Diavolo won't mind. But it's irresponsible to let yourself drift off like this in the castle of the king of the demons, isn't it? This isn't a resort.

Sleep well, human.

Solomon

"You're just looking cute on purpose now, aren't you?"

Oh well! Looks like he's stuck here for now. Too bad. He'll smile, put an arm around you, kick his feet up, and settle in for the long haul. Hopefully you're able to get a good, solid nap in.

Most likely, you both will. He'll pass out too within ten minutes, give or take.

Simeon

"Oh- shh. There, there."

Well, if you aren't adorable... You must be so tired. He's glad you feel so at ease with him that you let yourself fall asleep, and you certainly look cute, but he's also a little concerned that you're this tired. He'll patiently wait for you to wake up. Then he'll make you some tea and gently remind you to take better care of your health.

Luke

"Eh...?! Hey! ...WAKE UP!"

How tired are you?! You need to get better sleep! Sheesh, you need to be more careful too. You almost crushed him.

[rafey-baby]

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outlaw!rafe holding pogue!reader hostage in her own house after banging his fist on her door in the middle of a stormy night, demanding to be let in with a gun in hand and wild waves in the sea of his eyes…

cw: outlaw!rafe being mean and manipulative, mentions of murder, violence & other dark themes, he’s also weirdly soft in the end?

wc: 2k

he's been stuck in my head for a while so hope u enjoy xx

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There’s still sleep dust lingering in her lashes when she hesitantly cracks open the oak door at 3am, revealing a tall, scary man with scarlet stains on his big hands, white button up saturated in maroon and a scowl painted over his unsettling countenance.  

She stands there like a deer in headlights, unmoving as he stares down at her with arctic eyes as chilling as the frigid waters surrounding an iceberg.  

At first, she thinks she’s still asleep, tired brain conjuring up some creepy murderer scenario where she’s the idiot who does everything the audience in the movie theater is screaming at her not to. But as she properly blinks her sleepy eyes open, she comes to the realization that this is not a horror film and this intimidating stranger (with oddly appealing features) who’s definitely just killed someone is very much real.  

She’s about to open her mouth and she’s not sure whether she was going to scream for help or simply stare at him with her mouth hung open in shock but she doesn’t get the chance to find out before he’s pasting a massive palm over her mouth.  

“Don’t make a sound,” his low mutter makes a shiver run down her spine. 

And she doesn’t, instead she just blinks, too out of it to even move a muscle; the reek of the dried blood on his hand hitting her nose, making her face scrunch up. And she doesn’t know why she’s not putting up any sort of a fight, blaming it on the fact that half of her brain is still swimming in the lake of her dreamland; soaking up the glittering sunbeams that never dull and dipping its toes in the grass that consists of misty nebula and twinkling stars. 

And he’s just so mean, ordering her around with a gun to her head, manhandling her around to his liking, grumbling about needing to stay at her house for a bit since he needs a hiding place from the cops after dumping a body somewhere in the ocean and getting caught. Apparently, his temper really just got the best of him at times.  

“I didn’t even mean to kill the guy, alright. He just kept pissing me off on purpose and I was provoked, what was I supposed to do?” He offers as an explanation that seems to do very little to soothe her overstrung heart that’s thudding in her ribcage. It’s loud enough for him to hear; almost as if she’s a terrified rabbit and he’s a big bad wolf, hunting down his prey.  

“I’m taking a shower now, and you’re not gonna move an inch, you understand? Cause if you do, I’m gonna have to hurt you, and I really don’t wanna do that, okay?” 

She nods her head, unable to form any coherent sentences. 

He takes note of the way her inhale gets caught in her throat when he steps closer to her, inquiring whether she lives alone or not, to which she just nods her head again.  

“Dumb girl”, he tuts, shaking his head in disapproval. “When someone’s knocking on your door in the middle of the night you don’t fucking open, alright?”  

She’s making it entirely too easy for him.  

The second he’s in her bathroom, she forces her exhausted brain to think; quickly coming up with a rickety plan as she listens to the water streaming down from behind the door. She waits for a moment, making sure the coast is clear before she bolts towards her bedroom, trembling fingers grabbing her phone from her nightstand and trying to dial 911.  

However, her shaky hands don’t help her one bit when they drop the phone; the clattering sound of it hitting the floor echoing in the quietness of the room.  

She can’t breathe, her brain short-circuits as she bends down, reaching for the wretched device that has somehow tumbled under her bed. However, when she finally catches it in an unsteady grip, she hears the shower turn off; an eerie stillness following. In her state of panic, she fruitlessly tries to turn it back on and call for help but it’s proving to be harder than she thought when her lungs decide to stop working, her respiration shallow and her heartbeat ringing in her ears.  

“Boo,” a low whisper right behind her makes her blood run cold; a shiver traveling down her spine as she slightly jumps, a faint gasp leaving her.  

“Why did you just do that, huh? Told you, didn’t wanna fucking hurt you and then you go and pull this shit,” a strong hand is gripping her by her throat as he turns her around to face him.  

“I’m sorry, I...I don’t—” she’s paralyzed, unable to move.  

“You don’t what, huh?” He stares into her horror-stricken eyes with an almost bored look, seemingly entirely indifferent to her torment.  

“Can’t…can’t breathe,” her voice is nearly inaudible, making a grim chuckle bubble out of his chest.  

“Can’t breathe? Maybe you should’ve thought about that before, yeah?” He scoffs, cruel words mocking her.  

“You’re so fucking stupid, want me to kill you, is that what you want?” He grits out as he squeezes at her neck, making her feel dizzy; gasping for air.  

“No! No, please. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Won’t— won’t do it again, promise, I’ll do anything—” she manages to force out as he’s nearly crushing her windpipe in his unrelenting grip.  

“Anything, huh? That’s real tempting and all but what I need you to do is not pull stupid shit like this, you understand?”  

“I won’t, I promise. You can...stay here for as long as you want and I’ll help, okay?” she thinks she’s gonna pass out soon, stars peppering behind her fluttering lids and her weakened limbs starting to feel heavy. His coarse panting fills her eardrums as he seems to contemplate her offer for a moment.  

“If you even think about running to the cops tonight, I’m gonna fucking find you, you understand?” 

She’s frantically nodding her head and at last, his hold begins to loosen around her trachea, allowing for her greedy lungs to finally suck in air as she takes a step back, trying to even out her respiration.  

He doesn’t say anything, silently observing her as she clears her throat, swallowing a few times as she tries to pacify her racing heart and calm the thoughts running around her head; trying to reassure herself that she’s still alive and she will stay that way if she just doesn’t rile him up anymore.  

He notices how her rounded eyes look up at him as he stands before her, smelling like her honey-scented body wash and orange blossom shampoo, nothing but a towel hanging low on his hips, leaving very little to her imagination as the room grows quiet.  

“What’s— um…what’s your name?” Her voice is creaky when she tries a different approach once she feels the flat floorboards under her wobbly feet again, a nervous hesitation overlaying her precarious question.  

“Don’t worry about it,” he simply dismisses her, but a small pout molds her mouth as she stares at him and he lets out a discontented sigh, rolling his eyes.  

“Rafe,” he finally responds, not bothering to ask for hers, seemingly not caring enough for it. She tells him, nonetheless and he laughs at her priorities. A literal criminal has broken into her home and she cares about fucking introductions.  

“So…have you— have you killed anyone else?” She doesn’t know why she’s trying to make small talk with him but she supposes if she gets him to talk about something, choking her to death won’t be at the forefront of his mind anymore.  

“You seriously wanna know?” He raises his brows. 

She thinks about it for a moment and then settles on shaking her head, followed by a harsh chuckle rumbling out from his sturdy chest.  

“So, uh— what is it that you do? Like besides…killing people and stuff?” She tries once more.  

“Look, the less you know, the better, alright?” He simply states, making her let out a soft sigh in defeat.  

All of a sudden, a vigorous thunder crackles behind her windows, an ablaze lightning illuminating her dimly lit bedroom soon after.  

She flinches at the sound and the sinister way it momentarily lights up his face.  

“You scared of a little storm?” He feigns concern as he peers down at her.  

“N— no,” she lies, forcing her face to stay neutral, hesitant about him finding out her weaknesses.  

“Don’t worry. I’ll keep you safe, yeah?” The mocking grin on his face causes a shudder to travel through her as she swallows, wishing this was all just a nightmare she could wake up from.  

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After that little incident, he thinks that she’s just as sweet as sugar, offering to make him tea and asking if he wants a blanket or an extra pillow so he’d be more comfortable sleeping on the couch.  

He can tell that she’s merely doing it because she’s terrified of him, which she should be. Nonetheless, he thinks it feels nice to be pampered, doted on; to have a pretty girl following his orders like a trained puppy. Makes him figure he's gonna enjoy his stay just fine.  

The following morning though, he’s woken up by her shaky figure standing next to his own tired form, pointing his gun at him.  

His softened bones feel mellow from the sleep and he lets out a sigh, rubbing at his sleepy eyes and shifts to sit on the couch cushions; teasingly lifting his hands up in surrender. 

“Puppy’s got a gun, huh? Trying to be all tough now, are we?” There’s a lazy smile on his face.  

“I— I want you to…leave,” she says, voice rickety and words unsure.  

And he’s trying to take her serious, he really is, but it’s proving to be a little difficult since she resembles a scared little kitten more than someone who knows what they’re doing.  

“You want me to leave? Maybe you should work on your pitch, I’m not very convinced, you know?” The exasperating smirk plastered on his face makes her brows crease.  

“Rafe, this is not a joke,” a scowl shades her face and he thinks she looks rather adorable.  

“Come on, Puppy. You’re not gonna shoot me. You don’t even know how to use that thing, do you?” His voice is even; she hesitates. 

“Well, it can’t be that…complicated?” It’s more of a question than a statement and he really can’t keep the chuckle from bubbling out of his throat. Her frown deepens.  

“Why don’t you give it to me, yeah? You don’t want death on your conscience. Would break you, you’re too soft for that shit.”  

“You don’t— know me.” 

“I know you enough,” he says, finally standing on his feet. He takes a slow step towards her and she squeezes the gun tighter in her trembling fingers.  

“If I give it to you, you’re gonna— you’re gonna…kill me. I don’t wanna die,” her words are hysterical, rushed.  

“Now who said anything about killing you? Look, if you give me the gun right now, I’m not gonna do anything. I give you my word, alright?” He’s towering over her, solid chest nearly grazing the barrel.  

“I don’t trust you,” her voice is a whisper.  

“I know, Pup. But I also know that you’re not gonna use that,” his steady hands are a contrast to her own precarious ones when he grabs for the firearm, slipping it from her weak fingers with ease.  

“There we go, no need to be so fucking theatrical, yeah?” He lowers his head in order to lock his eyes with her frenzied ones.  

“See? Not hurting you, am I?”  

She manages out a hum of agreement and then her waterline is brimming with water, salty droplets trickling down her cheeks as she chokes out a sob. “I’m sorry. I don’t—”  

“Hey, hey it’s all good. Mistakes happen, yeah?” He says and then his strong arms are wrapping around her trembling form because he’s not a complete monster and for some reason that makes her weep harder.  

Her crocodile tears wet his shirt but he doesn’t seem to mind, big paw rubbing against her back. And it’s almost…comforting, she thinks as he starts to sway her from side to side, like he’s trying to calm down a crying child.  

“There you go, just let it all out and maybe you can chill out a bit, yeah? You Pogues can be so fucking dramatic sometimes,” he pats at her back, rolling his eyes as she takes in shaky inhale after shaky inhale until she’s feeling slightly more placid.  

“Shit, if I’d known you were such a crybaby I would’ve picked another house,” he grumbles, pulling away from her weakened form, pushing her back to stumble on her feet; setting the gun back on the coffee table with a clank. 

[httpdwaekki]

warm | b.c.

summary: after a long day, your channie knows exactly what you need to relax.

wc: 449

warnings: 18+ minors and ageless blogs DNI, fem!reader, nudity, cockwarming, clit play, ddlg (if u squint), alot of pet names.

a/n: i’m ngl i wrote this one morning when i was high i forgot about it until now LMAO. anyway after binnie month i’m gonna start writing for minho, hyunjin, seungmin n jeongin more because i feel like i’ve been neglecting them so look forward to that :3. remember to eat, drink water and take your meds, ily <3

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“come here baby.” he whispers, arms open for you. you bite your lip to stop the tears of relief that threaten to spill.

you lay on top of him, sitting on his hips with both legs to the side. you wrap your arms around him, shoving your face in his neck, taking in his scent.

“can i help you relax sweetheart?” he knew what the pet name did to you.

you nodded, poking out your lip before he taps your hip. “up for me baby girl.” you whine before hesitantly letting go.

“good girl.” he praises as he helps you take your shorts and light pink panties off. he pushes his sweatpants down just enough to reveal his pretty cock, his tip slightly leaking.

“come here my sweetheart.” you cheeks warm as you already feel the hold of your headspace welcoming you in with open arms. once back in your original position, he wraps his arms around you once more, placing kisses all over your face.

“channie stop it.” you giggle as his attacks continue.

he pulls you down for a slow kiss, one hand on your cheek, the other on your thigh, rubbing soothing circles to your soft skin.

“you’re beautiful you know that.” he asks after pulling away, “my beautiful, gorgeous, smart girl.” he pulls you in for another kiss before you feel him move the hand that was on your thigh.

he brings his hand down to your pretty nub, giving it a few rubs pulling a whine from you.

“is my pretty baby ready?” he asks against your lips, causing you to nod. he grabs is cock, lining it up to your soaked entrance. once his tip was in your walls his hands grabbed your hips, easing you down the rest of the way.

your mouth fell open, your forehead resting against his. “daddy.” you moan, clutching onto him. “i’m here baby, don’t worry about a thing.” he places a kiss to your lips before your head falls to his shoulder, relaxing into him.

“there you go, my sleepy girl, just relax.” he whispers before placing a kiss on your temple. “here you go sweetheart.” he hands you your stuffie, pulling a blanket over the both of you.

“sleep sweetheart, you’ve had a long day.” you nod against his, sinking deeper and deeper into him.

“full” you mumble, feeling yourself drifting off. “you feel full baby?” you nod once again humming in agreement, adjusting one last time before melting further into him.

“goodnight, baby girl.” he mumbles into your head, placing a kiss there before he lays his head against yours.

“g’ni channie.” your words slurred with sleep and you drift off into dreamland.

and yes you do wake up to him fucking into you a few hours later

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[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

a new life is born | s.r. x fem!reader

“congratulations mom and dad, it’s a healthy baby girl.” the doctor confirmed for both of you while the nurses worked to clean your new born. your skin was sweaty, baby hairs stuck to your forehead, legs were shaky from being bent for the past hour. you’ve been in the hospital since last night once your contractions started.

but you were a mom now. you birthed a babygirl and you couldn’t be happier with your life. turning your head to the left with a dazed smile, stood spencer with the widest smile you’ve seen on his face to date. “a girl. we have a little girl,” chuckling from glee.

“we have a girl,” he repeated as he leaned forward to kiss your forehead and tuck some of your hair away. “i want her to be just like you,” very confident in the chances of that happening.

spencer shook his head, “for your sake i hope not and for my heart i hope she looks like you.” a gentle finger tracing over your nose, the shape of your lips. “well i only hope she doesn’t get your puppy eyes, it’ll be her one power over both of us.” staring directly into said eyes right now.

“alright, she’s ready for you.” a nurse walked to your right side with your baby, now wearing a pink bow. “would you like to do skin to skin? helps her recognize you through touch. also good for the dad as well.” waiting for either to reply first.

“i’ll go first.” shimming your hospital gown away from your shoulder and chest so there was enough surface area, “i have a feeling i’m gonna fall asleep soon, but i’m gonna hold her until i can keep my eyes open.” holding your hands out to take her then second guessing and getting them in the cradle position but still not sure, “uh, which is better?” asking the nurse who hovered.

“i’d say hands so you can lay her to your chest. cradling is better for later.” nodded and slowly took your baby from the nurse and maneuvered her tiny self so her head was resting on your shoulder. “oh wow,” whispering to yourself. it completely sunk in now, she’s yours.

“i’m a freaking mom,” whispering over her back towards spencer. a slow palm rubbed along her back and quickly her breathing synced with yours, her tiny fists were too cute.

there was a little space on your bed and you called for spencer to join you. he sank down slowly and threw a long arms over your shoulder, his free hand caressing your forearm. “what should we name her? we can’t call her fruits anymore.” whispering beside your ear.

your mouth twisted, “i kinda want to name her after something from literature. like juliet or charlotte. do you have any ideas?” turning his way.

his eyes were focused on the sleeping babe, a little smile quirking a corner of his lips. “maybe annabeth. the combination of anna and elizabeth forms the meaning of god has favored me. and i think that works for us as well, we’ve been favored by having her. also anna can mean beautiful and it’s all because of you.” kissing your temple, his kisses have been never ending the past nine months.

“annabeth… annabeth diana reid. our beautiful gift.” pressing her first kiss of many to her head. “i think it’s your turn now. my eyes are getting heavy.”

spencer nervously started to unbutton his shirt and then slowly you traded off. you watched as spencer stood back up and kept a gently motion to his body wanting her to continue napping. he kept his voice low as he recited facts about anything, knowing she’s gonna love the sound of his voice growing up.

“can you tell us a story?” something you’ll ask spencer from time to time when you needed just a little push into dreamland. “of course, sweetheart. i’ll do my favorite book from childhood, alice in wonderland. once upon a time there was a girl named alice…”

[arlertwhore]

help - kate martin

pairing: kate martin x fem! reader synopsis: kate, your girlfriend comes over while your sick and "helps" you feel better ;) warning(s): smut, fingering, spit play, nipple play, nipple sucking, kate is the sweetest and talks you through it. word count: 1.4k author note: never saw the hype about her, saw an edit, and then BAM! i'm hooked now

Kate, your girlfriend, arrives as planned a couple of hours earlier, but now, you don't seem as cheerful and enthusiastic as yo u did over the phone. When she barges into your bedroom, exclaiming, "Daddy's Home!" to see you with your hoodie pulled over your head, surrounded by tissues and your comfort teddy on your bed, she pauses, thinking she's somehow messed up and you're going to break up with her even though she is literally the most perfect girlfriend in the world. Exemplified, she rushes over to your side of the bed and gently places a hand on your shoulder. "Y/N?" she asks hesitantly, "Is- did I-… are you okay?" Of course, Kate's asking how you are first. You smile at her lovingly, that smile you give her everytime you fall in-love just a little harder, and see her relax instantly. "I wish I could kiss you," you murmur weakly.

Kate furrows her naturally arched brows. "Wish?" she asks, a subtle smirk on her slightly parted lips as she leans in, blue eyes soft with intention. You jump up, holding her by her shoulders. "I dunno, something I ate, I think. I feel like crap now. I don't wanna pass it on to you, baby."

Kate's hands come up to her shoulders, interlacing with yours as she holds herself close to you. "I don't care," she whispers lovingly before leaning in and kissing you anyway. "It's worth it," she murmurs softly against your lips, her affection shining through.

When her hand comes to your cheek to draw you closer, she notices your warmth. "You're hot, babe," she remarks with concern. "Maybe it's this hoodie, let me help you."

You raise your arms and Kate takes it off, leaving you in your bra. "Why didn't you tell me you were sick? I would've stopped on the way here and picked you up something," she says, a mix of empathy and worry evident in her voice.

"Because I know you," you chuckle weakly, "You're gonna act like I'm dying and fuss over me and shit." "You mean, help?" she retorts playfully, and you roll your eyes. "Fine. Wanna help so bad, Martin?"

Her big hands come to your bare waist, drawing you close. "I do."

The way Kate speaks is so dreamy and enchanting. You can't help but fantasize she had just said that at your guys' wedding.

When you hop out of dreamland, you blink in surprise and realize you're currently straddling her lap as she sits back against the headboard, both hands on your ass, gently massaging it with care as she bores at your tits, still clad in your bra unabashedly. Due to your body temperature, they glisten in a soft sheen of sweat that highlights against your skin mesmerizingly.

And though Kate is staring at your body, touching it, and she looks enamored, when she comes up to meet your face, the look in her eye is glassier than moments ago, like your face is the ultimate gander.

"You're so pretty, gorgeous," she breathes, and the butterflies in your stomach flutter wildly, seemingly traveling to your pussy that flutters excitedly at the compliment, her touch, and her existence.

"Could you help me, Kate? Could you help me take my pants off?" you say in a peckish, sensual tone. "Anything," she whispers as she complies, turning you around on her lap and pulling them down in one desire driven go. You don't have to tell her what you need help with next. She unclasps your bra, leaving you fully naked. "What now?" she murmurs against your ear, her breath fanning it.

You catch her lips in a deep kiss, pulling her hands to your chest and letting her touch you there too. You feel her smile as she squeezes them gently, and with your still hands interlocked, she jiggles your tits in her hands. "Fingers," you moan, "I want your fingers." You plead eagerly.

It sends you into overdrive when Kate's lips come down to your neck, kissing and nibbling gently as her hand travels further south, down to your pussy, her free hand still on your tit as she teases your firm nipple gently. "Kate…" you drawl, "I'm so so wet for you, Kate, I can't wait any longer."

When she rubs your clit gently and rhetorically questions, "Are you? Couldn't tell." it's like your heart stops. Your head falls back onto her shoulder, and you moan loudly, close to her ear, which riles her up. She moves your hand to rest over her other shoulder, allowing her freer access to your nipple.

She starts sucking it as her middle finger slips into you smoothly, pushing into you like a piston and making all your slickness flow from your cunt onto the mattress below.

"Fuck, pretty, look at how messy you're being," Kate murmurs against your chest as she pumps into you, working you open slowly. "You like that? You like makin' a mess on my fingers?"

"Oh, fuck," you gasp as she speeds up. It takes all the power in you to not shut your legs and to answer her at the same time. "I do."

When her pointer finger enters you, the fullness makes your back arch up and off the bed with a heavy mewl. Kate's quick to hold you in place with her free hand pressing hard on your legs, trapping you, and with soft kisses to your jaw. "No, no, no, take it," she urges, "Open your legs again, baby, take it."

You comply, opening your legs again. When your mouth hangs open as you cry out, Kate gives you a small break and a reward for listening. She eases her fingers into your mouth, and you suck them eagerly, savoring your own taste and feeling pleasure build within you unbearably. Her other hand crooks your jaw down to meet hers in a kiss—or so you believe, until Kate isn't really kissing you, but tasting your spit instead, inadvertently your arousal.

After the exchange, she wets her fingers with her saliva and hurriedly places them back into your cunt, thrusting into you vigorously. Her touch is both intense and tender, igniting sensations that leave you whining for more. She drives deeper, then teasingly asks, "More? That good?" as she strokes the soft spot inside of you, causing your toes to curl and your lip to be bitten.

You nod fervently. "So good!" Your body responds eagerly, arching into her touch, craving more of the exquisite sensation she's delivering. The room fills with the sound of your moans, mixing with the rhythmic sounds of her movements.

Her touch is knowing; knowing exactly how to push you closer to the edge, exactly how to help, and exactly what gets you off. Your breath quickens, chest rising and falling rapidly as the arousal builds to its peak. Kate's gaze locks with yours, eyes lidded, mirroring the fire that burns within you.

"You're close?" Kate breathes, her voice throaty and husky.

You can only manage a breathless nod as pleasure consumes every inch of your being and her fingers continue their relentless rhythm, each thrust sending shocks of ecstasy through your body, pushing you closer to the peak of pleasure.

You feel the familiar tightness building in your core, a sign that release is imminent. Kate senses it too, her movements becoming more urgent, more determined. The tension in your muscles coils tighter, anticipation heightening as you teeter on the brink of ecstasy.

With a final deep thrust, Kate pushes you over the edge. Your whole body shudders with the intensity of your climax, pleasure washing over you in relentless phases. You cry out her name, your voice a mix of pleasure and gratitude as she talks you through it.

"Let it out, baby, just like that, yeahh, c'mon.." Collapsed against her, you feel her embrace, her touch soothing as you come down from the high. Your breaths slow, hearts pounding in unison as you savor the intimacy and connection you'd just shared.

"You feel any better, babe? Did that help?" Kate asked, her tone hopeful.

"Yeah, I think I've found the cure for what ails me," you quipped with a mischievous grin. "And what's that?" Kate inquired.

"Orgasms, Kate. Lots of orgasms," you replied playfully. MASTERLIST

AUTHOR NOTE #2: gosh kate kills me.. also, is that titties and beer photo like real? like FR? inbox me! i love reading them STILL.

[cupcakeinat0r]

Your loser, Middle-aged Genetics professor with a dadbod <3

pt. 7

A/n: Hey y’all! Just a quick apology for such a long wait for an update, just came back from a relaxing vacay!! But as soon as I got off the plane back home, I started writing cuz the creative juices were juicinggg <3 Anyways, enjoy <333 Hopefully this serves as a good apology ;)

4 exams down, 3 more to go. The finish line of the semester was so close yet so far. Not gonna lie, your sanity was hanging on by a rope, your strongest and only support system being one person. He was the most sweetest, smartest, and respectful person you have ever had the blessing of meeting. It may not have been in the most conventional (or convenient) of ways, but still, it couldn’t have felt more like the storybook that you wanted and dreamed your life would be. Amidst your academic tribulations, he made you feel like royalty.

Even now, as you wait in the library and your phone goes off with a notification from Miguel, whom you had referred to as ‘Professor O’Hara’ only just a few months ago, you are still in dreamland with the fact that you were—

Well, at this point, you two haven’t quite fleshed out the label of y’all’s relationship just yet, but for now, you tell yourself that you two are talking. So yes, even now, you truly can’t believe that you are talking with your adorable professor.

You mentally take note that this will be a conversation that you two will have to have in the near future.

Your attention is now on your phone, reading a message under the contact name ‘Mig 🤓’.

“We ended earlier than planned. Headed over there now❤️”

You smile at the message, already typing a response up.

The night he told you about his late daughter was almost a week ago, and since then, y’all have set aside a day to go to the public library. You both agreed that it was nice, quality time, and wanted to do something like that again; just talking, being with each other, and forget about school for a while. Plus, exams have sort of kept yall apart for the past week, so it was very much needed.

Now you wait at the library where you and Miguel agreed to meet at after he finishes a recitation he had to substitute for.

‘ “Ended earlier than planned” ??? You’re not slick, DID YOU END CLASS EARLIER TO COME HERE???’

‘No, of course not, I would never do that.’

…

‘But maybe.’

‘Uhuh... See you soon <3’

‘See you soon, mamita ❤️😘.’

With a content hum, you put down your phone and turn your face toward the quiet buzz of people reading, chatting over coffee, and studying. Even though it's been months since knowing Miguel, you still feel jitters when about to see him. You can't help it. Everything about him makes you nervous in the best possible way. From how his smile lines crease, how that one little curl falls on his face, how he always speaks to you with a slight pout, the way his sweater vests hug around his full chest and soft tummy, all the way to how he looks at you like you’re his muse. You couldn't stop smiling just thinking about him. And to think, everyone in class just thought he was a total killjoy; backs straighten and all conversations cease when he enters the room. If only they knew the real him, but a part of you is glad you're the only one to see it.

Just a couple of blocks down, Miguel is gathering his things, excited to meet up with you. As he sharply nods to the last few students leaving the room, wishing them a good Summer break and luck on their finals, his expression becomes soft as he thinks of you. Quickly, once he has the room to himself, he takes a minute to put on one or two sprays of his best cologne, fix his hair, and remove his tie. He knew how much you liked it when he wore his button-ups like this; a few left unopened at the top. He felt ridiculous, but you always commented on it, and it would make Miguel feel good.

That was another thing; since seeing you, Miguel's confidence has so much improved. He did, however, take a glance over at his cardigan that hung on the back of his swivel chair and contemplated wearing it. It used to be his safety net; an effort to try and hide his soft figure, but that was old Miguel. New Miguel wanted to impress you and, even though he’d never admit it, would try to get the most compliments out of you. Despite feeling like he let himself go, you made him feel like he was a total knock-out, which never failed to make his cheeks grow darker, and he plans to return the favor for however long you’ll have him.

Miguel arrives, scanning the enormous room for you, a bright, colorful speck among the sea of dark-colored apparel. You wore an outfit he had bought you during the semester. He’s indifferent when looking for you, but when he spots you, his lips curled just slightly, the crows feet of his face creasing. He glides across the room, but any faster, he’d be running. He tries to act collected, but you both know he’s ecstatic to see you.

"Hey mama," He stands before you, holding out your hands as if to exhibit an art piece, "You look beautiful today, as always”. His eyes graze over every single inch of you, up and down. There’s something sexy about seeing you in something he bought you, even if it wasn’t all that exposing. You go in for a hug, acting as if you haven’t seen him in weeks (You both see each other in the hallways like every day, y'all just haven't been able to be with each other in a minute).

You smile against his broad chest, "Thanks, cutie, and you look handsome, as per usual.” You give his thick torso a soft run down with your hands. Miguel looks around bashfully, even though no one is paying attention. Physical touch came easy for him when you two were alone, but in public? That’s another story.

You look up to see his wandering eyes fall back on you. “I’ve missed you,” you shift all your weight onto him, holding onto his waist like a koala bear on a tree. You get on your tip toes to reach his cheek, pressing a kiss there, “mwah! so much.” The simple gesture was enough to turn Miguel into a mess. It takes everything in him not to completely smother you out in the open, but would rather save that for when there’s privacy.

Miguel holds you as if you were a porcelain doll. Something rose in his chest, call it pride; Proud to show off the gorgeous woman in his arms. "I missed you more." He says softly.

"So? How was the class?" you hold onto his hand while looking for a place to live in for the afternoon.

Miguel looks as well and spots a vacant, quiet little corner of the library, one that sits almost separate from the rest of the crowd. He gives your hand a small tug, motioning for it. "It was actually quite nice. The students were pretty engaged for it being an 8AM... I dunno, I might pick it up next semester." He sets his bag down before grabbing you a chair for you to sit on, as well as a cushion for you to lay your back on. He grabs a stool for himself once he sees you're comfortable and sat.

You give his forearm a caress, a small act of encouragement, "Well, I think you should. You're so good at what you do. Trust me, I should know." you give him a smirk, making him crack a smile.

"Which reminds me, you feel good for tomorrow? 'cuz if you're needing review for anything, we could go over it right now-" You place a hand on his arm, "Mig! I'm fine! I feel completely fine. Besides, I've tutored over a dozen people, I pretty much know the material like the back of my hand. Please, relax, you need it."

Miguel sits back now, "But if you change your mind, you'll let me know, right?" You nod, and Miguel relaxes at last. He sees the book you pull out and reads the spine of it. Wuthering Heights. It’s one of Miguel’s personal faves. He looks forward to seeing your small reactions once you get toward the end. It was endearing the way you reacted to what you read, let it be a faint widening of your eyes or a small gasp. He also loved watching your concentrated face. He thinks back to all those lectures he spent watching you take your color-coordinated notes in his class, your glossed lips pursed and your eyebrows faintly knitted. It never went unnoticed by him. Adorable.

You do a double-take at Miguel's choice of book, not believing what you read the first time. "Jane Austen?" "…Yes?" "You like Jane Austen?" "Yes. " Miguel says this so matter-of-factly, it leaves you kind of in shock. It was a cute surprise. Smiling, you let a puff of air out your nose, shaking your head as you open your book. “What’s so funny?” Miguel smiles, wanting know what you’re thinking now.

“Ugh, I-“, You almost let a certain 3-word phrase slip from your lips, but you stop yourself. “ I… just wasn’t expecting that, is all. Have you read ‘pride and prejudice’?”

“Yeah, loved it. It’s why I’m reading this one.” He looks down at the cover, which, in intricate letters, reads sense and sensibility. Your smile is even wider now that you know the man of your dreams is a fellow Jane Austen fan. “Me, too. Let me know what you think, then.” You softly say, starting on your book. “Of course. By the way, anyone ever taught you not to judge a book by its cover?” You roll your eyes and nudge him, making him chuckle in his throat. Although Miguel’s humor wasn’t exactly the most original, his sass takes the cake, and you love it. Feeling romantic, Miguel leans over and kisses your cheek once, twice, then gently brings your lips to his by your chin to plant a third kiss.

After finally quenching his need for your kisses, he settles in his spot and reaches for your hand, which you grab instinctively. Like always, his thumb caresses across your knuckles, and you both fall into a peaceful silence, transporting to your individual worlds within your books.

<3

The time in the library is nothing short of peaceful and fun. The first while of reading, Miguel would get up to use the restroom, but on his way back, he would’ve gotten you a cup of coffee for you and himself. A little later, you’d get up as well, but not for the restroom, but to grab him a treat, as well as for yourself. His eyes widen in pleasant surprise when he sees you walk back with them in your hands. He always did have a sweet tooth.

For the rest of the time, you’ll reach over occasionally to push his glasses back up his nose, or sometimes, without looking up from his book, he’ll simply pull your hand up to his lips, and press a butterfly kiss there, the faint smack of the peck making your heart skip a beat. And he doesn’t just do it once, he has to do this every so often because he just can’t resist; the man needs to feel you like as if you’ll disappear out of nowhere.

And you don’t notice, but every now and then, Miguel looks over at you, just admiring. He watches how your eyes inch deeper into the pages as you soak in the language. He can stay like this forever. Reading books with you while you hold hands. For a second, he feels the bottom of his stomach drop because he knows the day will have to end, and he’ll have to go back to class tomorrow, as do you. Sure, you’ll both be in the classroom, but you’ll have to pretend. Miguel was growing tired of the game. He then thinks about how near Summer is, and if he’ll see you then. Not as your professor, but as someone who deeply cares about you.

He’s already making plans on the possible trips you two could make. Maybe spend two weeks in Italy, or maybe just simple weekend roadtrips to nearby, quaint towns. He’s thinking about taking you to only the nicest, fanciest places in Nueva York.

Guiltily, his mind wanders into trips to the bedroom. How he’d love to take care of you and make sure you felt loved. Above all, your pleasure would be his. Oh, how he’d worship you like the goddess you were because dammit, you are one, and to this day, he’s still unsure how he scored you. How he, the intimidating, quiet giant, won an ethereal princess like you. He sort of smiled to himself as he realized:

Gabriella’s favorite bedtime story was becoming his life right before his eyes.

And like many times before, Miguel’s mind wanders even more. He’s thinking of the wedding, the honeymoon and the endless amount of rounds, the baby shower… having a kid with you. He’s fully aware of how crazy it is to think about it so soon, but at the same time, it feels so right. With you, it does.

Your caring, attentive nature, sweetness, cleverness, patience, and drive, they were all qualities of someone he wouldn’t mind spending the rest of his life with. Your desire to better yourself and hunger for knowledge is evident in your work for your masters. Your softness that had so remarkably torn down his walls. And of course, there was your unmistakable beauty, but that’s just a bonus!

As he continues to watch you read, your hand lovingly locked with his, he realizes his feelings are no longer casual, no. Miguel’s breath hitches when a realization dawns on him. Rather than a ton of bricks, it feels like a weight lifted off his stiffened shoulders.

He looks at you, and he feels what could only be described as true, total, and complete love.

“‘Scuse me, sir.” Miguel snaps toward the low voice, “Library’s closing in 10 minutes.”

These hushed words sweep your attention from the book in your hands, your face falling in small dismay. You both look at each other, Miguel giving you a shrug that conveys ‘it is what it is’.

“Aw man, I got so caught up in reading, I feel like we didn’t get to talk as much as I wanted to.” Miguel is gathering both of yalls things, leaving your hand for last. You grab his, and you both begin to head out, the swarm of people that was here before gone. “We can still talk if you’d like. We can go to my office?” You nod gingerly.

“Then c’mon, let’s go.” Without asking, he grabs your bag from you and slings his and yours onto his shoulder, and you both leave hand in hand.

<3

After braving the storm that seemed to come out of nowhere outside, Miguel lets you into his office first, closing the door behind you two. The campus was dimly lit, only housing a few students who were doing some late-night studying. Hopefully, no one saw you two shuffling toward his classroom.

You look around his office, and for the first time, if feels new. It’s somewhat dark, the storm outside supplying the only light in the room. You’ve been in here countless of times, helping Miguel out with class work or tutoring, so it shouldn’t feel any different, yet, it does. Maybe it’s because every time you’re in here, you’ve never got the chance to really look at it. You’re always in and out. And if y’all weren’t in here, you were sitting in the lecture hall just outside the office door. Now that the fluorescent lights are off, you realize just how clinical they made it feel in here.

Miguel observes how you look along his walls where a multitude of diplomas hang. He thinks about saying something, but doesn’t want to interrupt; instead, he allows you to examine his space, finding it charming. It’s like he’s letting you in on his life. He pretends to busy himself with something else, leaving you to explore. Which is fine, really. You two have fallen into many comfortable silences before.

Then you move onto his shelf, filled with nothing but books and maybe one picture frame, but you’re not sure. It’s laid flat on the shelf. You go away from it for a second, going back to the spines, reading them off in your head. Some DNA encyclopedias, anatomy studies, Genetic Theory… ah, here we go. Leroux, Fitzgerald, Verne… is that Shelley? Atwood? Woolf? Plath?! Then, of course, there’s Beauty and The Beast. You pause there for a second, remembering Miguel’s most cherished memories that are tied to this story. Some more Jane Austen… oh, and look, Wuthering Heights!

“You’re more than welcome to take any of those. What’s mine is yours.” He sits on the couch that sits along the wall of his office, laying back with his arm laid across the frame of it. You pull out Wuthering Heights and walk towards him, “What’d you think of this one?” You go to take a seat next to him, nuzzling against his side, your head at its assigned spot on his shoulder. “Nice try, sweetie, but don’t wanna spoil it. Though I will say, it’s really good.” his face brightens along with yours, “I think you’ll like it. Brace yourself for the ending, though.” His arm wraps around you now, his thumb making small circles on your shoulder like he usually does.

“How about Miss Austen?” You put the book on a small table beside the couch. Miguel thinks about it for a second. “She’s got this sort of sarcastic wit that I can really get behind. But in all seriousness, her social commentary is brilliant. Still applies to this day, in some ways. And her style, wow…” You can see Miguel get lost in his thoughts, his emotions having their rare time in the limelight as he proceeds to list off Jane Austen’s wonderful writing attributes. It felt so good to see him like this. To be able to get him talking like this was a big win in your book.

“…Just overall, I’m a total fan now.” He nods, looking over at your dazzling eyes. “No, no, keep going.” You urge him, overcome with adoration. Miguel smiles at the floor, shaking his head. “I can listen to you talk allll day, honestly.” He looks off into the office still smiling bashfully, away from your revering gaze. “D’aw, don’t be so shy, I love listening to your voice. It’s so soothing, Mig.”

“You’re… stealing my lines.” A chuckle rumbles in his chest while you taunt him with a giggle of your own. In an effort to quiet you and from flustering him further, he envelopes you with his arms, you reaching for his neck simultaneously, and you both meet in the middle with a kiss so sweet, it could develop diabetes. With your lips locked, he grabs your thigh and swings it over his hips, his soft stomach taut against yours. You both smile against each other’s lips, soft laughs in tune with the rain that hits against walls outside.

Sooner than later, Miguel’s small chuckles turn into soft groans, his breath becoming labored. His hands venture up under your top, fingers ghosting the skin above the waistband of your skirt. You taste of… cherry lip gloss. His favorite taste, and in the past couple of weeks, he’s grown addicted to it. As a matter of fact, he’s become so addicted that he tends to bite and pull at your bottom lip, a gesture that never failed to leave you weak in the knees.

The hungry tug of your lip evoked a small whine from your throat, unleashing something in Miguel. Carefully, he laid you on the couch, your bodies entangling in languid unison with your tongues. The feeling of all of Miguel’s weight on you set a flame off within you, his length pressing along your dampened heat each time he dug his hips. You wanted it, and bad. Needed it like your life depended on it, but your conscious was screaming at the back of your mind, and you couldn’t ignore it.

“M-mig, w-wait.” You manage to breathe out, the heart between your legs unable to agree with the brain in your head. You hated stopping where things were headed, but you had reason.

Miguel’s head shot up from your neck where it was planting hickies on. “Are you okay? You wanna stop?” He’s already sitting up, removing himself from your legs, “Mama, I’m so sorry, I should’ve asked, want me to take you home? If you want to, I can take you-“ Miguel was so worried, he’d rather die than you feel taken advantage of. “Miguel! It’s okay, I’m fine!” You reassure him softly, sitting up as well to keep him seated. “Trust me, I wanted this, too. It’s not you at all. I just…” you grab his hand, thinking of your next words. Your shoulders droop from what you’re about to say. Miguel looks at you with a soft expression, ready to be here for you in any way.

“Look, we both know we shouldn’t even be here, and not just in this office, I mean being together period. And what worries me the most is not even the fact that we could get caught, but the possibility that maybe you’ll…” Miguel motions for eye contact when he sees you retreating to the floor. “Mamita, tell me, please. Dime que quieres. Nothing you say can upset me or change the way I think of you. Nothing.”

“I just don’t want you to think that I’m only in this for the wrong reasons.” Miguel’s brows furrow in confusion. How could he possibly think you’re using him? “Sweetie, why would I…” And it clicked just as fast as he began speaking. Miguel seemed to be going deep into thought. You were scared that maybe you had said something wrong.

“Miguel, please understand that I care about you so so so much, and because I do, I don’t want us to be intimate with each other until the school year is completely over.” You’d thought things through since becoming romantic with Miguel, and the thought that If y’all had sex, there would’ve been the risks of people finding out, you losing your eligibility for a degree that you were three exams away from obtaining, or worse, Miguel losing his job as professor and probably being blacklisted for the rest of his life. A very small part of it was also that you didn’t want your score on his exam to be affected in any which way. If you happen to not do well on the exam, you wanted the grade you deserved. There was simply too many downsides.

He looks back up at you, not a trace of judgment nor anger on his face. “Mama, you don’t have to explain yourself. The ball is in your field. Whatever you want or need, I’m right there with you. Don’t ever feel bad for what you want, okay?” Your lips curl in relief, and you nod slowly. He brings his hand to your face, allowing you to lean into his touch. “And to be honest, I couldn’t agree more. But even after classes end, even then our speed is still up to you. I’m not ready to take things further until you are.”

How lucky am I to have someone like him? I’m not entirely sure who’s up there or who to thank exactly, but oh my goodness, thank you for giving me this perfect man sitting before me.

“You mean it? I mean, you’re not disappointed or anything?” Miguel shakes his head. “Not even for a second.” Filled with joy, and almost knocking him over, you embrace him.

“We could just stay in here and chat. Would you like that?” He speaks softly against your hair. “I would love that.”

<3

Miguel and you lay on the couch (which fits you just fine, but Miguel’s feet were borderline hanging off the end), Miguel the big spoon, and you the little one. Your head lays against the decorative pillow while he props his on his hand.

You nestled against his frame, feeling the steady rise and fall of his tummy against your back. His arm encircled your waist, holding you securely against him as you melted into each other's warmth. "Are you comfortable?" he asked softly, his voice filled with concern. "Mhm, more than comfortable," you replied with a contented sigh."You make a pretty good body heater," you teased. He chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. "Glad I could be of service, Princesa.” He plants a sustained kiss to your temple.

Your gaze falls softly on the wall across from you, your eyes traveling along the diplomas, “Did you always wanted to be a teacher?”

“Well, when I was little, I did. I loved science and there was this one teacher I had… she was the best. Wanted to be just like her. But…” Miguel breathes out. You can feel his stomach tense up against your back, prompting you to turn your head towards him. “Y’know… um… I didn’t always teach.”

Miguel would go on to tell you how the past five years has looked for him. He began with a rather heavy start; a freak accident in his work as a geneticist, a job much more lucrative than a professor. He’d then recount his days as a hero, proceeding to show you his long-retired claws. You listened intently, with an open mind, following along to his story of how he got involved with the multiverse, and what that term entails. He explained how the world was connected to other worlds; a prodigious tree of universes. It was how he lost his daughter. He revealed the tragic story to you finally, after withholding it that first night he told you about her in the school library. He recollected a few more memories that would eventually lead to his decision to hang up his hat as Spider-Man, finding refuge in becoming a science professor; an old dream he had abandoned so many years ago.

“And since then, I’ve been… okay. Better than before, for sure. I’m satisfied here, truly.” You sat there, processing everything he had shared with you. “I know that was a lot, you don’t have to say anything. I’m just glad that I could share this with you.” You nod, trying to think of what to say because silence just wouldn’t suffice, not for you. “I…” you began, your voice low and soft, “But are you happy?”

Miguel is taken aback by the question. Even after everything he’s said…the man just got done telling you he has fangs and red irises and that he traveled across dimensions for a living, and this is your first question? If he’s happy? He told you a story that could possibly have the fbi sent to his door with just one call, but you’re more interested in his wellbeing? He couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe you.

Miguel lets out a sharp breath; a chuckle, as his eyes narrow at you. “You’re unreal, you know that?” Your lips reflect his small smile, “What?! I wanna know, after everything… are you happy?” You repeat the question with utmost genuineness in your tone.

With the answer as obvious to him as the formulas he taught in his class, Miguel simply leans in, hand on the back of your head, and kisses you, then pulling back by just an inch, he speaks softly,

“Now that you’re here, I am.”

A/n: I hope y’all enjoyed it <3 Shoutout to @pomakori for sending this photo in, I absolutely loved it and had to include it in this chapter cuz it’s so them coded !!!

(Like ❓❓ this is so them‼️ n u can’t change my mind‼️)

Thank you so much for reading <3 I’m a lil worried about how long it might be, so sorry if I yapped too much on this one 🫶 I just love n care abt him sm, ur honor🥹

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Wonwoo isn't a morning person, he has a bad habit of staying up either to playing games on his computer or on his phone until the early hours of dawn.

That was until he met you, you never really stopped him from doing his favorite hobby. You didn't mind if he played, but you always leave a sweet reminder that he should get enough sleep. It wasn't until the first night you slept over at his apartment and he found you asleep on his bed, looking at the clock it wasn't that late to him but seeing you all cozied up under his sheets made him want to call it a night.

He turned his computer off and shut all the lights before going under the covers beside you.

Now that's his favorite thing to do, going to sleep with you in his arms.

Years later, now you live together. His nights and your mornings always end and start with each other.

Right now as he quietly tiptoes around the bedroom to leave for work, he gets his bag, phone and keys before looking at your sleeping figure.

For a second he contemplates whether he should just miss a day of work and get back under the sheets to cuddle you. A bit of sunlight seeping in the room, just enough for him to make out your features, you looked so serene and peaceful. The rest of you still hidden under the duvet while your cheeks pressed against the pillow cutely. Wonwoo couldn't help him self, he walks over the bed, leaning down to give you a quick kiss on the cheek

"Hey love, I'm gonna go now. I'll call you later okay" he whispers even though you're probably still lost in dreamland

Instead of leaving like he said, he just stays there to watch you. A fond smile making it's way to his lips as he commits this moment to memory, just like all the photographs he has of you.

The apartment he used to live in on his own that he now shares with you, making it your little home. It's like you were always meant to be here with him. Your toothbrush next to his, yours and his' clothes in the closet, his favorite mug you always steal in the morning to drink your coffee. The apartment filled with sweet nothings you collected through the years of being together.

You stir in your sleep, raising your arms above your head to stretch. Letting out noises that Wonwoo can only describe as cute baby dinosaur noises. Your hand landing on top of the duvet, the shiny stone on your ring finger catching the light coming from between the curtain. Wonwoo's eyes follow the sparkling reflection, smiling even bigger when he sees his ring on your finger. Your ring now.

"Mhm? You leaving?" you groggily ask, feeling the other side of the bed. When your arm lands on the bed instead of the usual warmth of your man, you crack one eye open to see your fiancé smiling down at you.

"Yes, baby. Go back to sleep, I'll see you later okay" he leans down again to give you a few more kisses which you welcomed warmly.

By the time Wonwoo reaches the bedroom door, you're already falling back asleep.

He's not a morning person but for this he'd happily wake up everyday for. He really needs to go but he can't take his eyes away from you, his heart filling up with love and adoration even when you're not doing anything. The voices in his head screaming just how much he loves you while in reality he just smiles softly before finally leaving the room.

[flor4de4amor]

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞

my rules n reg

summary: neither you or daryl are morning people, but work's gotta get done.

He’s not a morning person. Had it not been for the daunting end times, he’d roll over in his bed until late noon. The comfort of the mattress and sheets enveloping him into his dreamland. But much to his avail, and yours, there was work to be done. So much work. The pile never seemed to stop overflowing., and it almost always seemed to land in Daryl's lap. Not that he'd verbalize his complaints, work was the only thing beside you that kept him busy.

You feel the bed springs release with his weight, as Daryl lifts himself off the mattress. You groan as a result. “Dare,” you whisper. Throat coated w sleep and voice groggy. It's still too early for him to go. Sunlight hasn't even creeped through the curtains yet. Your arms reach out, with your eyes shut, trying to find the warmth of his body. His cracked hands meet yours. His fingers run over yours softly. “Where are you going?” You ask hoarsely. You know good and well where he’s going. It doesn't hurt to ask and potentially deter.

“Hunt, honey. ‘Member? We’re runnin’ low on sum’n meat.” His voice is deep, gravelly, and coated with a good night’s sleep.

You sigh, merging your hand with his. Your body extends to try and meet his. All while you lay rested, and his body has risen for the day. “Do you have to?” You question softly. So you guys have to eat. Sure. But does your man have to go hunting now? Right now?

His hand falls from yours to stroke your face. “Yeah, darlin’. If I don’t go out to hunt who’s gonna go?” You bury your head into your pillow and grunt unsatisfactorily. Daryl's always right. Obnoxiously so.

“Fine,” you retort with no avail. Daryl chuckles lightly at your antics. “When’re you gonna be back?” You grumble into your pillow.

He smiles softly. “Wha’s wrong girl? You going to miss me?” His thumb strokes your cheek affectionately. You can't see, with your face stuffed in the pillow, but you already know he's got that cheeky grin plastered on his face. Tongue prodding the side of his cheek, and he smiles to himself at your behavior.

“No shit, Dixon.” You reply. “Gonna answer my question or what?" Your tone holds no malice. He knows you're missing him already.

He taps your cheek, reeling you in line. “Snappy this morning.” He laughs slightly. “I’ll be back around noon. That alright with you boss?” He plays mockery of your neediness. Though he knows if you say jump, he'll ask how high; always ready at your beck and call.

“Yeah,” you reply hesitantly. “But that better be one fatass animal you bring back. Or else I’ll scalp you, myself.”

He laughs heartily, “Alright darlin’ whatever you say goes.” He offers you a kiss for good measure while whispering sweet goodbyes into your ear. Momentarily, all your short-lived contempt dies down as you sink back into the mattress into light sleep, until your hunter returns with all your loving.

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[moremaybank]

reader scolding jj over something and he just keeps kissing her lips and she’s just stumbling over her words each time he kisses her 😫

i fucking love this idea omg

You'd been lecturing JJ for the past ten minutes, or trying to, rather, because he's just been standing there with a smirk on his lips and a dazed look on his face. He's in dreamland, and you can't for the life of you figure out how he even managed to get there given the current circumstances.

"JJ, focus," you huff, pinching the bridge of your nose in annoyance. "I'm trying to talk to you here."

"I am focused, baby," he speaks, walking closer to you. His large palms rest on your hips as he tugs you closer. "You're sexy when you're mad, y'know that?"

You let out a groan. "J."

"Okay, okay. Go ahead, pretty girl." His thumbs rub circles into your hipbones as he tries his best to hear you out.

"I asked you to clean up while I was gone. I get back, hours later, and you're still in the same spot. Now I have to clean up on top of everything I've had to deal with today at work and I-"

You're cut off by JJ's lips, pressing against yours as he tries to soothe you. You sigh against his lips, half-annoyed and half-wanting. Annoyed because he isn't taking you seriously, but wanting to give in to him. Wanting to let go of your so called anger and let him continue to love on you. Your hands press against his chest, pushing him away.

"J..."

"Hm?" He hums, his lips moving on to your jawline and up to your cheek.

"You aren't listening to me," you whine, trying not to melt into his touch. Him and those damn lips. They were like an addiction you couldn't kick.

"'M listenin' just fine," he murmurs against your cheek.

You cock your head to the side. "Then what'd I just say?"

He pulls back, giving you a cheeky grin. "You said I wasn't listening."

"You aren't funny," you glare. He hums at you again, going back to kiss you. You shove him away, watching him pout. "Stop it. I'm mad at you."

JJ kisses your lips again, then your cheek, your other cheek, your forehead, the tip of your nose, and your chin. He's smiling against your skin as he watches you fall back. "You can be as mad as you want, baby. I'm still gonna be here kissin' you."

"JJ, I asked you to do one th-thing," you speak, stammering as JJ's lips now find your neck. "I really n-needed your help, a-and you just— shit. Stop, this isn't fair."

He kisses your lips again. "Keep talkin' baby. Tell me how I can fix it."

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[shinestarhwaa]

ATEEZ REACTION TO YOU NOT BEING ABLE TO SLEEP/HAVING INSOMNIA

Hongjoong

"Babe, you can't sleep again huh?"

You shook your head and sighed after an hour of staring at the ceiling. "Well, I have noticed your insomnia lately so I created a lullaby."

You laughed and rolled your eyes. "Don't make a fool of me. I made it in my studio. I think it could really help." Finally you let him play the lullaby and like a miracle you fell asleep in minutes, listening to his music.

Seonghwa

Around 2am he awakens from his sleep and notices you sitting up straight, staring into the void. "Baby?" He said carefully to avoid startling you. You look at him and apologize. "Sorry, can't sleep." He nodded and opened his arms.

You laid back down and nuzzles your face into his clothed chest, smelling like cotton and the flowery fabric softener. The smell and the caring embrace brought your mind to silence and to sleep in no time.

Yunho

"What can I do?" He asked carefully when he noticed you haven't been able to get any sleep even though you'd been trying to for hours. "I honestly don't know, Yu," you said with a tremble in your voice.

Yunho hated seeing you so frustrated and the only thing he could do for you now is be there for you and try to relax you to sleep by singing and holding you.

Yeosang

"Baby?" Yeosang's voice echoed through the hall. His head peeked into the bathroom where you sat on the floor. "Sorry, hot flashes, I'm sweating my ass off."

"Come to bed, I've got the fan out," he said, pulling you up and kissing the top of your head. "I'll grab you some water and you can get some nice sleep."

San

San made sure to provide a mini fridge next to your bed with cold water this night because he had heard you getting out of bed for water every night for two weeks straight. But even tonight you left the bedroom and sat in the kitchen.

He got up and followed you, rubbing his eyes and asking you why you were up again. You told him about your insomnia and San pouted but listened well to your worries and stories. After you let everything out he took you in his arms, lifting you up and taking you to bed, where you laid on top of him in his embrace the entire night, drifting off into a peaceful slumber.

Mingi

Mingi noticed you not being able to sleep so he stubbornly tried to stay up too. "Babee, close your eyes. It must work. Or count sheep or whatever."

"Mingi, if you're going to keep talking I definitely won't be able to sleep." "Don't I have a soothing voice?" "You're shouting baby." Mingi grinned and hugged you tight. "I'll just whisper in your ears now then." "Creep."

Wooyoung

Wooyoung whined when he saw you scrolling on tiktok at 3am. "Babe put that phone down." "Oh sorry," you apologized, "does the light bother you? I'll go downstairs."

"No, you're putting that thing away. If you can't sleep and I can't sleep we might as well do something fun together." "Wooyoung I'm not gonna have sex with you I'm tired." "Well then let me touch you so you can relax. Sounds like a win-win situation to me."

Jongho

He noticed you having sleeping issues for a while, and he tried to stay awake until you slept but it kept getting later and later. "Y/N, lay down, you need to relax and clear your mind so you can sleep."

"But I don't know how," you sighed as you rubbed your eyes. Jongho gently massaged your body to relax your muscles and soon enough you drifted off to dreamland in his embrace.

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[of-a-chaotic-mind]

Sleep Aid

Summary: Reader can't sleep but Sam is her sleep aid.

TW/CW: Sam Golbach x Reader fluff. Purely fluff.

Requested?: No

A/N: I was just in a fluffy mood lol.

(Y/N)'s POV

Huffing in annoyance, I sit up in bed and stretch my back and legs. I’ve been trying to go to sleep for hours now with no such luck. Slumping out of bed I grab my fluffy blanket and throw it around my shoulders. Grumpily, I shuffle my way to Sam’s office.

When I poke my head in, Sam is sitting at his desk editing a video and Colby is plopped onto the couch with a laptop in his lap but he’s scrolling on his phone. I make my way over to Sam and stand beside him staring at his screen. He looks away from what he’s doing and up at me, “Yes ma’am?” I say nothing and simply open my blanket, making grabby hands. He scoots out from his desk and turns toward me to allow me into his lap. I swing a leg over and straddle his waist, pulling the blanket tight to myself and curling my arms up between us.

“What’s wrong?” He inquires, rubbing my back gently with one hand, going back to the video with the other.

“I can’t sleep,” I grumble into his chest, “been trying for hours.”

He gently begins rocking back and forth, “I’m sorry, baby.”

Before long, I find myself drifting off to sleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

Third Person POV

Colby groans as he gets off the couch and pads toward his two best friends. He chuckles as he lays eyes on (Y/N). Her hair is covering her eyes but he can still see that, “She is down for the count.”

Sam tilts his head, “That didn’t take long. I’ll take her to bed as soon as I come to a stopping point.”

Colby ruffles Sam’s hair, “Alright man, I’m gonna head to bed myself.” Colby exits the room yawning and rubbing his eyes.

Some time later, Sam glances at the clock, “Damn…” He had gotten lost in editing and lost track of time, it’s already 2am. He can’t stop the yawn that surges forth and tries to blink the sandy feeling from his eyes. The blue light glasses on his face might block the supposed sleep delaying light but the eye strain still persists due to his lack of blinking.

After saving and closing out his editing software, Sam gently wraps his hands under (Y/N)’s thighs and shoves his desk chair out to stand. He carefully makes his way to their bedroom doing his best to not wake his sleeping girlfriend. Once there, he tries to lay her down without stirring her but fails. She barely opens her eyes, brows knitted, “Don’t leave…”

Sam laughs softly, “I’m just gonna change and then I’ll be right there to snuggle up.” The sleepy young lady lets out a big yawn and snuggles further into her blanket. Soon, as promised, Sam is crawling into bed behind her and wrapping his arms around her to pull her in close. Together, the two drift into dreamland with small smiles on their faces.

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[impala-dreamer]

A Simple Kinda Man

Dean’s a pretty simple man. He likes the things he likes and you can rarely get him to change his mind about it. 

He loves classic rock. Epic guitar solos that pour from the speakers and carry you away. Deep, pulsing, intricate bass lines that rock you to your core. Drums that block everything out. Lyrics that paint a picture so clear you can see it with your eyes closed. He rarely voluntarily listens to any music made after 1984, but will tolerate it if you’re driving - those are the rules, after all. And good luck getting him to admit he wiped away a tear listening to that Taylor Swift song you blasted from your room the other night. It won’t happen. Ever.

Dean loves a home-cooked meal, especially if it ends with pie. He doesn’t hate cake, but he finds the frosting too obtrusively sweet. He likes apple pie because it’s warm and tart with just a hint of sweetness hiding behind the biting cinnamon. He likes a rich, flakey crust that you can only get by using real, full-fat butter. Low-fat and calorie-free are not words he is familiar with and actively avoids when roaming the aisles at the grocery store. If he’s gonna eat, he’s gonna enjoy it, cholesterol be damned. He’d happily take a greasy double bacon cheeseburger over even the fanciest offering at a steakhouse and prefers his fries shoestring and deep-fried-orange, thank you very much. He picks his whiskey based on dollar amount not years aged. He’ll eat pizza cold and right off the floor if he has to. He’s not picky, but he likes what he likes. 

He pretends not to care about looks, but he’s been known to mess with his hair in the mirror for way longer than necessary, and he’s once or twice been caught with whitening strips clogging up his mouth. He prefers comfort over fashion but he damned sure knows how to find a tee that’s just a little too tight in all the right places, a pair of jeans that hugs his ass just so. He’s well aware how that deep burgundy flannel shirt brings out the freckles on his cheek and the green of his irises. He’s no fool. He knows he’s handsome; knows when he grins just so his dimples could ignite a fire in a thousand hearts. 

He loves kids but he tries not to think about it too much. Sure, whenever a stroller passes, he sneaks a peek at the tyke inside and wonders what it would be like if your DNA and his got squished into a little human, but he lets it go. As he tells himself: “Mars ain’t the kinda place to raise a kid”, and neither is the Bunker or the life he leads. 

He finds comfort in small touches- fingers grazing over the backs of knuckles, hugs lingering a moment too long. He falls asleep now to the sound of your breath, the slowing, gentle rise and fall as you run around in dreamland beside him. The warmth you emit under the blankets is enough to sustain him through tomorrow and the next day, and he wonders how he survived all those years sleeping alone. 

He’ll never tell you that, though. 

He loves you deeply but he’ll never say the words. 

He’ll prove it to you in a thousand different ways. In tender kisses and dreamy smiles. In whispered secrets and unwavering trust. He’ll protect you with his last breath. Give up his very soul to make you happy. But don’t ask him to admit it. Don’t force him to say the words out loud. It’s too much for him to handle. He’s battled monsters since he was a child, saved the world more times than he can remember, but the idea that you might not love him back, say the words in return… It’s too much, too terrifying a thought for him to risk. So he’ll tell you in the little ways. The simple ways.

He’s rough but sweet. His hands are big but warm and gentle. He’s a killer. He’s a genius. He’s stubborn. He’s ridiculous. He’s unfunny. He’s adorable. He’s beautiful. He’s kind. He’s miraculous. He’s inspiring. He is a holy unnatural, amazingly flawed, perfectly damaged, horribly broken man.

He’s Dean Winchester. 

And you wouldn’t want him any other way. 

For @deanwinchesterswitch and all the true Dean Girls out there.

[heeliopheelia]

"please, say it" (sunghoon x reader)

genre: fluff word count: 0.6k requested by nonnie ♡

a/n: another teeth rotting fluff for yall tonight 👀 i've been reading a lot of geto fics lately so it's either heavy angst or the sweetest shit ever with him (obviously i got inspired by the latter one lmao)

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The white bed sheets ruffle softly as you turn to your stomach, burying your face in a pillow. You have around fifteen minutes left until you have to get up for real if you don't want to be late for work. Sunghoon always sets his alarm half an hour earlier than yours as his workplace is located way further than yours.

He walks out of the bathroom, finishing buttoning his dress shirt up, a small smile painted on his lips as he looks at you. He walks up to you and leans down to press a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

"I'm gonna head out now, sweetheart," he says, running his hand through your hair one last time before stepping away from you. He turns on his heel to walk out of your shared bedroom and calls out over his shoulder, "See you later. I love you!"

What stops him in his tracks is the lack of response coming from you, excluding the unacceptable mhm mumbled into the pillow. With a frown on his face, he turns around slowly, raising his eyebrow at your half-asleep self.

"I love you," he repeats expectantly.

Silence.

You can barely hear him at this point as your mind drifts off to the dreamland again. When your slow breathing sounds through the quiet room, Sunghoon scoffs in disbelief of how rudely you're trying to rob him off of his daily avowal of affection. And he's not having any of it.

With a startled jolt, you lift your face from the pillow, blinking rapidly as the sheets are being barbarously ripped off of your body. An annoyed frown raises upon your features as your blurry gaze comes across your scowling boyfriend. He tosses your warm duvet to his side of the bed, then crosses his arms over his chest.

He sends you a pointed look. "I'm waiting," he says, attitude dripping from his tone.

You run your hand through your sleepy face. "The hell?" You mumble quietly, voice still raspy. "Hoon, what are you doing? You're gonna be late for work."

"Do I look like I care? I'm not going anywhere until you finally do your damn job and say it back."

You raise your eyebrows at his words, looking at him like he's just escaped from a mental institution. "Are you okay? And say what back?"

Sunghoon clicks his tongue before letting out a dramatic sigh. "You know what, missy." He squints his eyes, pointing his outstretched finger at you. "C'mon, hurry up or we're both not gonna make it on time."

Your boyfriend only rolls his eyes as you stand up from the bed and stumble over to his pouting self, still doubling over with laughter. You crash right into his chest, burying your face in the ironed fabric of his shirt as you wrap your arms around his waist.

You gape at him for a second, mind nearly steaming as you try to make any sense of his lunatic words. And then, your face lights up with realization.

"Oh my god!" You let out a loud cackle, falling back into the pillow as you laugh into your hands. You shake your head in disbelief. "You are a child!"

"Now, can you finally do it?" He asks quieter this time, fingers softly raking through your messy hair. You look up at him, your grinning face instantly bringing a smile to his own lips as well. "Please, baby, just say it,"

"I love you too, silly" you finally say the four words that feel like heaven upon Sunghoon's ears. You raise to your toes to press your lips to his jawline. "Now, go. You're already late but I still have seven more minutes of sleep."

Ignoring the amused scoff that leaves his lips, you turn on your heel and jump right back on top of the warm mattress. Nuzzling your face in the pillow, you don't even hear the door closing as you quickly fall back asleep.

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[moonlight-canavalia]

Ch 3: It’s Love Isn’t It?

Pair: Satoru Gojo x F! Reader

Summary: Gojo doesn’t realize how much time has gone by while on a mission and misses a date you two had planned.

Cw: Bit of Angst, Smut,Mirror Sex, Bathroom Sex, Fluff, Pet Names, P in V sex, Teasing

It’s surprising how quick 6 months have gone by. Gojo had been talking up how amazing this date was going to be. Nothing was gonna come in between this celebration since last month the both of you were on different missions. And this marks half a year together.

At least that was what you thought.

Trying to call Gojo once again, nothing. The line rings and goes to voicemail after a few seconds. “The reservation was for 3 hours ago. You told me this was going to be quick. But here I am. Still waiting. You better have a good excuse. Bye.” Hanging up you throw your phone to the side.

“Oh I can’t wait. What is he gonna say tomorrow?” You think, knowing in the back of your mind this can happen at any moment. Gojo’s schedule is hectic; days for relaxation are rare. But you can’t help the way you feel. Getting ready for bed you decide to leave your phone away from you. Sleep isn’t easy to come by that night, but in the middle of all the tossing and turning your tired body finally succumbs to sleep.

Unknown to you Gojo is finally done with his mission. Furious and cursing himself for letting it drag on for this long. Finally being able to check his phone he’s met with all your missed calls and text messages. Seeing how late it was he still has some hope you were up. Ready to get some take out and wind down with you he tries calling. The line rings and rings, but you don’t pick up.

The white haired male hasn’t felt this defeated in a while, he’s come to the conclusion you’ve fallen asleep. Not wanting to disturb you he decides to go to his apartment alone. “Tomorrow”—he thinks—“I'll try making it up to you.”

Not being able to get you out of his mind he quickly sends a text “I’ll try making it up to you, my Angel, I didn’t expect this to take this long. I wasn’t able to give you a heads up, there was a lot going on.”

3:22AM reads the clock hanging on the wall at the entrance of his apartment.

Scoffing at the clock he takes off his shoes and starts making his way to the bathroom for a quick shower. Leaving a trail of his clothes behind him.

Turning on the water, he gets in. The shock of the first few seconds of cold water is quickly replaced by the welcoming hot temperature. Groaning under the stream he feels his muscles relax, he can feel the water washing the tension away. Reaching out to grab his body wash he grabs the one you’ve left, by mistake. With tiredness clouding his mind he hadn't noticed until the sweet scent of peaches invaded his senses. He feels like you’re there for a moment until he remembers you’re probably deep in dreamland.

Finishing up his shower he grabs a towel. Drying off and putting on some fresh clothes he makes his way to his bedroom; grabbing his phone on the way. Sitting on his bed, he’s thinking what is the best thing to send you. You’re probably mad at him or irritated at most. He knows you understand where he stands, he knows you’ll be there for him. But also acknowledges that you can still be upset. That’s why he’s unsure on what to write. Should he just explain himself and say he’ll try to not let it happen again? No. He can’t. Gojo knows how hectic his schedule is and missions don’t come with a set end date or hour. So it’s best to not lie that way.

He comes up with a simple one.

‘I tried calling but it’s late, you’re probably sleeping right now. I didn’t expect it would take this long. I’ll see you tomorrow Angel.’

Sending the message he still has the need to add more to it. So that’s exactly what he does.

‘I hope you’re sleeping well.’

‘I miss you :(‘

‘Can you wake up already.’

‘You stink.’

‘Last message is a lie. But can you wake up already? I can't sleep!’

Checking his phone for the time it reads 5:17AM.

Sleep isn’t coming for him and he knows it. So he decides to go and grab some snacks at a convenience store and warp to your apartment. You’re supposed to have the day off and Gojo is going to make this day free for him too.

Three phone calls later and you still haven’t picked up. He was begging to worry that you were actually pissed and didn’t want to talk to him. But none of the messages had been opened yet. It’s barely 7AM so you just have to be sleeping still, he tells himself to not break his heart a little. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever think he’d be so worried about having someone be mad at him. He annoys people for fun, some ignore him and others get away from him when he gets too much. But just the idea of you not wanting to speak to him makes his stomach tie itself in knots even if he doesn’t want to admit it.

Warping into your apartment he walks around to your kitchen. Sometimes you sleep with your door open so he doesn't want to turn the lights on and disturb you just yet. It’s bright enough for him to see his way around. The sun is starting to come in with its early rays of light. Leaving the snacks and microwaveable food on the countertop he starts making his way to your room.

Stopping to admire your sleeping figure he takes his phone out and snaps a quick picture before walking towards you. He asks himself how did someone like you end up with someone like him. It’s a question he’s asked himself time and time again. Maybe one day he’d get his answer; but for now he’s happy it happened. The pure warmth he feels just looking at you makes him want to scream. But he decides on just sitting beside you while you’re on your side. Gently shaking you to wake you up.

“Good morning Angel” he says in a hushed tone, voice so low it’s almost foreign. He laughs at the small jump and deep breath you take.

“What the fuck” is the first thing that slips out of your mouth, surprised by him being there.

“Well not exactly ‘good morning love of my life’ but I’ll take it, sweetheart.” He says while leaning in to press a kiss on your forehead. “You are absolutely breathtaking. Maybe it’s your breath though.” Before he can start laughing you hit his arm. Pouting he rubs his arm in fake pain. “Why are you being so mean so early in the morning?”

Groaning at him while you stretch your body to find a comfortable position as Gojo slips right beside you under the bed sheets.

“What are you doing here?” Voice still a little hoarse with sleep. “What time is it?” You ask touching under your pillows trying to find your phone. Coming to halt once you remember you left it in the living room.

Humming to himself Gojo starts off “Well I’ve been trying to call you. But I can see you don’t have your phone near you.”

“No. I don’t.” You snap, turning away from him.

“I can sense that you’re irritated. But I really didn’t think it would take that long. It just happened and come on,” -lowering his voice to a bare whisper- “I missed you so bad I’m here. I haven’t even slept.” He says throwing his arm over you—pulling you closer to him.

Nestling against you he starts littering your neck with quick pecks trying to coax you to at least turn towards him. You know he didn’t do it on purpose and you could see it on his face how tired he is. “Did you really not sleep?” Your voice cuts through his onslaught of kisses.

“Nope.” He answers and hides again in the crook of your neck.

How can he still sound so upbeat? He has to be so tired and you can feel him grinning against your skin.

Gojo knows you can’t stay mad at him for long and he’s grateful for it. All he wants is to spend the day with you—everyday really—but he will settle for this right now… Maybe he’ll ask you to move in together. ‘One day’ he assures himself. He already knows you’re it for him, he’s known it since you both met. But he doesn’t want to scare you away. He will do it, he will make you his wife one day.

At his lack of words you reach back and pat his face. He gives a quick peck to the palm of your hand, letting out a small sigh you turn to face him. First thing you see is his bright smile. The smile reserved just for you, an honest one.

“Hi, am I gonna get my kiss or not?” he asks—draping his arm around your waist—“I missed you.”

You feel warmth spread across your body looking at him. Giving in, you get close enough to whisper against his lips “I missed you too”, lips brushing tentatively against his first. A kiss so soft it feels like the first fresh breeze on an autumn morning. “Now can we sleep? I’m still tired and you really should get some rest ‘Toru, hm?”

“Fineee” he drawls. “But can you at least give me a real kiss? That wasn’t a real one”

Before he starts pouting you beat him to it and gently squeeze his face “If you keep pouting your face will stay that way one day. Then what?” you mutter.

“Honestly? I don’t think you’d mind.” Gojo says as he tries to smile.

You want to say the opposite but you can’t. Offering him a low hum as a response. It doesn’t matter what he looks like, how mad he makes you sometimes, you’d always be there with him and for him; the same can be said for him..

The feeling of his long, lithe fingers making their way under your shirt sends a shiver down your spine. A trail of warmth is left against the skin of your back. Giving you a squeeze you understand his signal of wanting you to lay on your back. Shifting your position to accommodate him,

Gojo settles himself on top of you. Straddling your hips, caging you under him. Resting his arms beside your head he speaks softly “Do we really need specific days to celebrate? Because I don’t think so, I’d celebrate you —us— every day. We’ve done good so far. But I’ll try to do better.” He punctuates each word with a kiss, starting from your shoulder all the way up until he makes it to your lips.

“Satoru, if you forget our actual anniversary you’re screwed. I hope you know that”. Bringing his left hand to caress the side of your face you feel any sliver of annoyance leave your body. Smiling up at him he gives your lips a quick peck and settles beside you once more.

Laying on his side, face resting on his open hand he looks at you. Really looks at you and the silence, though just mere seconds feels stretched. But before you can speak he cuts you off with “Your smile is a piece of art. You’re just the most precious little thing aren’t ya?”.

He surprises you in so many ways, and his words are the biggest ones. Feeling yourself start to get warm you lightly tap his chest “stop it”. And bury your face in your pillows. Grabbing your hand he gives a kiss to your knuckles and responds “I don’t think so”.

In the middle of the conversation you two were having you fall asleep. It’s funny how easy it came to you. Barely making it to 20 minutes, and you were already out. He could fill you in on what happened later. “Must’ve been tired, huh sweet thing?.” He murmurs to himself. Watching your sleeping face is one of his favorite things, he sees the movement behind your eyelids and wonders what you’re dreaming of. Hopefully it involves him in some way, you look tranquil, so peaceful. Slowly he brings his hand up, knuckles gently brushing the side of your face. He wants this —you— everyday. It’s the one thing he’s been sure about.

Easing himself in a comfortable position with such care as to not wake you up, he can’t take his eyes away from you. Picturing waking up next to you every day. He’s caught again in the same thought ‘I want her with me everyday’. At some point he fell asleep, hand covering the side of your face. So imagine his surprise when the both of you wake up some hours later trying to have a normal conversation but you’re still talking about the size of his hand.

“Well I won’t let it happen again if it bothers you.” He chuckles knowing well that’s not the case. Sitting down on your couch.

“ I didn’t say that; it’s just your palm alone is the size of my FACE” you deadpan.

It’s something you’ve known and noticed since you met him. But having him now always touching you, you find yourself flabbergasted.

“And even though I appreciate the fact you brought food and snacks, you better not let anything fall on my couch or so help me—“

Interrupting you mid sentence with his booming laugh “Stop exaggerating,”

Rolling your eyes at him “I’m not and you know that. I’m not gonna play this game with you.” You say as you’re cleaning your countertop.

“Aw come on”— he says “come here” he continues, grinning ear to ear.

“And why should I do that when you can come over here.” Raising an eyebrow at him, you wait for his answer.

“Because I asked nicely” and he smiles that bright smile of his that gets him whatever he wants.

Sighing dramatically you walk towards him. Standing in front of him you cross your arms and prepare yourself for whatever it is he’s gonna say or do. What you’re not prepared for is for him standing up and grabbing your face between his thumb and forefinger. Eyes slightly opening wide you look up at him and the smile hasn’t left his face. Applying some pressure he makes your lips pucker up.

“Well look at that Y/N you were right.” Taking a closer look at you he lowers his voice “you look cute like this.”

Your brain short circuits. Before you get a chance to speak he brings his thumb up against your lower lip. Slowly dragging it along. He knows you’re looking at him, but he can’t seem to tear his gaze away from your soft lips. Often lost in thoughts about how they feel, how you taste, the noises you make. Those are things he thinks about at night, in the privacy and comfort of his room. Still not fully grasping the fact that you both are together. It’s still so new to him. The fact that you’re still shy around him is something he relishes.

Right now an innocent jab is turning into something he’s not sure he wants to stop.

“Open” he says barely above a whisper.

With how loud your heart is beating you wonder if he hears it. Slowly you open your mouth just wide enough for him to slip his thumb in.

“Atta girl” comes out in a gravelly tone.

Sucking it gently, you make yourself hold eye contact with him.

Swallowing hard Gojo lets out a short breathy laugh.

“Heh, you really are something else. Aren’t ya? My sweet girl and look at her.” He speaks with heavily lidded eyes, focusing now on your mouth. The warmth of your mouth has his mind wondering. Without much thinking, he applied some pressure to your tongue and went a bit further in. Bringing himself closer to you, he rests his left hand on your hip and starts squeezing. “That’s it baby, I gotta start training you hm? That way you can take more of me.” Your doe eyes look at him in surprise,and he snickers at you.

Pink starts to dust his cheeks and it’s such a cute sight, contrary to what’s happening. And you feel heat start to make its way up your neck. Deciding enough with his game you take a step back. His finger leaves your mouth with a small “pop” noise and you’re not sure where to look.

“Well, I hope you had fun.” you try to say as stern as you can in your flustered state.

Gojos eyes go wide for a second, he was quick to wipe the shock off his face. Grinning down at you he gives you a tight hug, resting his chin on your head “you’re so mean, baby.”

Rolling your eyes at him “Gojo”

“Ew don’t call me that. You can’t call me that; it should be illegal.” He says with furrowed brows.

Laughing, you hug him. “Oh no yeah, I’m glad you're laughing while I feel dirty here.”

“Stop being such a baby.” You say looking up at him.

Chuckling he pinches your left cheek while leaving small pecks on your right one. “Do you want to take a shower together?” he asks after stopping. Rubbing small circles on your hips, he waits for your answer.

“Let’s go then” you say, grabbing his hand as you start your way to the bathroom.

"If you wanted me naked that bad you could've just asked sweetheart, I don't mind."

"Satoru, I will drown you." you bark at him

"Aw, anything that happens by your hands will make me happy. It doesn't matter what it is." he blows a kiss at you.

Deciding to ignore him you open the shower room door, and step inside. Turning on the water you turn around to start taking your clothes off and to you're stunned to find Gojo already down to his black boxer briefs. "What?" He asks as you look at him up and down. "You like what you see? I know, it's a lot to take in."

Rolling your eyes you turn your back to him, to start taking your clothes off. As you go to take your shirt off, you feel his hands on your waist, "let me help" he says as he gives you a kiss on the top of your head. Hands now roaming under your shirt all you mumble is a simple "mhm" back to him. Pinching the hem of your shirt you instinctively raise your arms so he can take it off. Covering your breasts you turn to face him. You suppress the laugh that wants to escape your mouth when you see your boyfriend squatting , he didn't have to do it. But he is a strange man sometimes, so you just let him do what he wants and not question it. Gojo leaves a kiss on each of your hips and starts to slowly drag your pants and underwear down. Kissing down your thighs and legs he tells you to step out of them as they bunched around your ankles. Standing to his full height he drags his boxers down and leaves them on the floor. You're bashfully looking away not being able to meet his gaze. Stepping in to the shower he lets you get under the hot water first, gladly looking at how the water glistens over your skin.

Getting harder the more he watches you he decides to ignore his predicament in favor of cleaning you first. Lathering you up he slowly drags his hands all over your body "I'm just gonna help."

"Liar" you think to yourself, as his hands are busy massaging your breasts. Thumbs gently rubbing your hardened nipples. You weren't gonna complain, he was doing a good job making sure he cleans you well. "Almost done sweetheart. You still had some soap here." He says as he has you pressed against his wet chest. "Oh, almost forgot her" he says cupping your pussy. "Spread your legs a bit for me." You take in a shuddering breath at his words, but do as he says. Dragging two of his long fingers up and down your slit you can't help the low moan you let out at the minimal contact. Smiling to himself you feel his fingertips circling around your clit, adding more pressure bit by bit. Grateful that he had his left arm around your waist for support, since your legs are starting to tremble; you hold on to his arm to maintain your balance. Closing your eyes you open your legs wider subconsciously. "Look at me pretty girl" he says as he lets go of your waist, angling your face up to look at him. Not opening your eyes, lost in the feeling he's causing between your legs he gives your cheek a few taps. "I said look at me." and you snap your eyes open at his rough tone. "Good girl" and at that you feel his slender fingers prod at your entrance.

"Do you want me to touch you...here? Hm?" he hums. With how close he's holding your body against his you feel the vibrations in his chest against your back. Latching his lips against your neck he leaves a mark against your soft skin. You're lost in the feeling of his lips against your sensitive neck you barely registered the stretching feeling until he started moving his fingers in and out of you. With how long they are you feel them reach so deep in you it always leaves your head spinning. Your sweet whimpers are filling the the space around the both of you, water getting lukewarm against your bodies, and all he wants is to make you cum before he buries his cock in you.

You're moving your hips, growing more desperate to get yourself off. "Aah-fuck" you moan as you stretch one of your arms so you can tangle your fingers in his hair "more" you say pulling at his roots; the stinging sensation making him groan. You feel Gojos warm lips against your neck speaking to you in a condescending tone "I'll make you cum baby. Is that what my girl wants?" feeling your pussy squeeze around his fingers he quickens his movements against your sopping cunt. The high pitched moans that you let out feel like a blessing to his ears each time he hears them. He needs to make you finish before he cums, he's been grinding his cock against your ass from the start and it's getting painful how much he want to cum. Taking his fingers out of your pussy he rubs your clit in circular motions.

Growing desperate he's begging for you to cum, its pitiful the whine that slips his mouth. It's wonderful, having such a strong man be putty in your hands. Not even properly touching him once, since you both got in the shower and he's ready to bust a nut by just the feel of your skin against his. Every small sound, rough touch with his free hand is going straight to your core. Satoru's fingers are drenched in your essence and he loves every second of it. Applying more pressure to your bundle of nerves while he keeps whispering how much he NEEDS you to cum, the band in your stomach finally snaps and you're coming and almost yelling his name. He slows down his fingers movements to give you a moment to breathe and come down from your high.

"Bed now" Gojo almost growls while reaching to turn the water off.

While you wobble a bit getting your footing you reach for a towel to dry off, and his hand stops you. "No time, I need you, and I need you now." the tall white haired male speaks against your neck.

"Toru, baby it's quick let me dry off" you quip.

Pressing his chest against your back he drags his lips against the conjunction of your neck, scraping his teeth against your skin, feeling your pulse pick up. Running his hands down the sides of your body squeezing as he made his way to your hips. Almost breathless he tells you to turn over. The moment you turn and are met with his eyes a shiver runs down your spine. He looks almost predatory, eyes sharp, pupils dilated to a point where the pretty blues you are so accustomed to see have been almost swallowed up. And you are his defenseless pray; for some reason that excites you. There's a dull throb between your legs looking up at him, wet hair clinging to his forehead, face flushed.

"Jump" and you do without hesitation. Feeling his fingers dig into the back of your thighs as he grabs you. "I'm just fucking you here, I don't want to waste more time."

Nodding your head signaling yes that's all the confirmation he needs to completely bury his cock in your cunt with one move of his hips. You feel the wind knocked out of you at the sudden feeling of being full and you wrap your arms around his neck while Gojo groans at the warm tight feeling of your walls. No matter how prepared you are it still feels like his thick cock is splitting you in two. He doesn't give you much time to get adjusted to his length, spreading his legs to stay balanced while he bounces you on his cock. Digging your nails into his shoulder blades to ground yourself you don't realize you've broken skin until you hear your boyfriend hissing.

"I-I'm s-sorry Sat-" you're able to choke out between his punishing thrusts up to you.

Shutting you up with a kiss he says against your lips "Do it again." The feeling of your nails sinking into his skin, breaking it, sends shockwaves through his body. Not used to the feeling of pain, he’s shocked on how much he’s enjoying it. The realization on how you really could destroy him and he’d still thank you is thrilling. His enemies would give anything for just a second of his vulnerability, and here he is just giving it to you without a second thought. Wanting to feel everything and anything with you he’d gladly let you do whatever you want to his body; it was yours, it belonged to you. Your walls start clenching around his cock and he throws his head back while you run your nails down his chest. "You feel amazing Angel. Do you feel good? Hm? Does my girl feel good? Oh, I bet she does with the way she's sucking me in" he gloats. Taking in a shaky breath he knows he's close to coming, so he makes his way to the sink "I'm gonna put you down Angel." Bringing his left hand to rest behind you on the sink, he cages you in with his body, using his right hand he lifts your chin up so you can look at him. You feel the sink digging against your back as he presses his sculpted body against yours. You notice his half-lidded eyes have a shine to them that takes your breath away. The humid room is starting to feel a bit suffocating, but he’s not done with you just yet. Closing your eyes at the feeling of his soft lips against yours you let yourself get lost in the feeling. He can be playful, needy or demanding; sometimes it’s a mixture of all three making it difficult to keep up. Both of his hands are now holding your face as he kisses you with fervor. Sucking and nibbling at your bottom lip, stealing your breath, thoughts, he's invading every sense of your being; and you're happy to give him anything he wants. Your lungs are feeling on fire, and he feels like he could keep going, but you pull back to give yourself a breather. Gojo repositions his hands on your hips while you take in shuddering breaths. Kissing his way down from your neck to your breast he gives them both a kiss, sucking on one of your nipples while he lightly pinches the other. You're not sure how your hand made itself at home tangled in his hair, but he doesn't mind; he never does. "Turn" he says impatiently. Leaning down you grab the edge of the sink, you feel Gojo's fingers on your waist as he guides his cock to your entrance burying himself with one move of his hips. Setting a slow pace dragging his hips back and thrusting himself back in harsher. Growing desperate at his slow pace you start moving yourself back, meeting each of his thrusts. Warm palms touching every bit of skin he can without his thrusts stopping, you feel the tip of his dick kissing your cervix deep inside you. There’s nothing he enjoys more than your flustered faced accompanied by your small whines and moans as he destroys your pussy. The way Gojo rocks his hips against yours is stealing every breath you try to take. Knuckles turning white with how hard you're gripping on to the sink to maintain yourself up and not fall flat on your face.

The mischievous man you call your boyfriend has an idea as he examines the foggy mirror. "Wipe it with your hands so you can look at yourself, pretty, look at the filthy expressions you make taking my cock" Clenching at his words you stretch to wipe the mirror but are unable to reach it properly with how hard Gojos hips are hitting the back of your thighs. Clicking his tongue at you he reaches over with his long arm -chest pressing you down to the sink- and wipes it for you. "Can't even do a simple thing like that? You're so cock drunk." Bringing your hips back to meet his thrusts you take in a sharp breath when he reaches down to roll your clit between his fingers. The long drawn out moan you let out makes him more feral. "I want you to be louder my Angel" he praises. Chest flushed against your back, you feel how his chin is digging in to your shoulder as he looks at your face on the mirror. His breathing has grown labored fighting off the need to cum.

Your lower belly feeling tighter and tighter with each swipe of his fingers. "You're gonna be a good girl and cum for me right?" and he's desperate kissing everywhere he manages to reach. "YES YES YES" practically yelling at the top of your lungs. And with some added pressure, and sweet words from him you feel yourself tipping on the edge of your orgasm. You can feel his dick pulsing inside you and something inside you snaps. You start laughing breathlessly and his eyes are wide looking at you on the mirror. And he feels like he's going to go insane. Wrapping one of his big hands around your neck, he gives you back the biggest smile he can muster and his words are vicious. "You're such a little whore, I knew it baby, filthy girl". Applying pressure to your neck, he lifts one of your legs to the counter, helping him reach deeper in you. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head as he hit that spongy spot deep in you. The restriction of air to your lungs has your mind hazy. As he keeps hitting that special place with precise thrusts it finally has you coming around his cock. White hot pleasure coursing through your entire body has you thrashing around.

Gojo throws his head back and lets a high pitched moan slip his mouth. Milky white lashes fanning over his pretty pink tinged cheeks as he closes his eyes, rutting his hips harder desperately chasing his own orgasm. Your pussy still pulsing around him fueling his desire to finish, switching between whines and moans. With quivering lips he says something before his brain can catch up and stop him. Too lost in the way your pussy is still gripping him, he pulls out to finish on your back with a loud groan. He's catching his breath when he hears your sharp breath. You turn, facing him with a bewildered look on your face. A look of confusion evident on your boyfriends face.

"What did you say?" you ask him, uncertainty in your voice. Were your ears deceiving you or did you hear correctly? Did he mean it or was it a thing spur of the moment of passion. Gojo is uncomfortably silent at your question. He looks almost frighten and that's a look that has your stomach tying itself in knots.

The strongest is currently at a loss for words and is in a state of dismay. He's still silent but moves so he can hide in the conjunction of your neck. Feeling how your heartbeat picked up. "Satoru?" Your hand coming up to touch the side of his face. "What did you say?" you ask urgently.

He's afraid of what might happen. But he means those words and he's not gonna take them back. "I love you. You do not have to say it back if"— he’s stopped mid sentence. Your eyes are misty and he’s afraid he might have said it too early and that it’s gonna scare you off. "No, wait, you really don’t—I’m—" stammering his words until you pull his face towards you kissing him in a way he’s never felt before. This feels different than the others and it’s the clash of emotions behind it that’s giving it that feeling. “I love you too”.

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[transmascaraa]

bf!lyney headcannons!

he had a dream about some romantic things the two of you could do, only to realize he's just sleeping in bed with you.

bf!lyney x gn!reader

author's note: why do i make so much lyney(i love him plus he doesn't have enough writes for himself imo) so i hope you enjoy this! BTW THIS IS NOT ANY TYPE OF ANGST😭 jusr lyney being the clingy bf he is

"ugh... why was it just a dream..."

-sleeping normally with your bf.

-his head on your belly, holding you close, while one of your hands was on his waist, and the other in his hair

-the two of you fall asleep like that almost every night(nobody is complaining)

-he was muttering some stuff under his breath that woke you up slowly, but didn't disturb him in his dreamland cuz he was smiling(adorable)

-slowly, he wakes up and sees the two of you laying in bed together

-realizing it was a dream, he buried his head in your chest

-a muffled "nooo" was all that was heard

-he dreamt of the two of you walking around the city of fonatine, holding hands, walking towards a big field of rainbow roses

-he lead you there and immediately pulled out a rainbow rose from behind your ear

-you two were so happy... smiling... laughing... so... romantic.

-you then laid on the grass, inhaling the scent of the beautiful rainbow roses which you oh-so-adored.

-cloudgazing together...

-laughing together...

-saying "i love yous"

-he was truly yours,

-and you were truly his.

-you're the same in the real world, but something about making such a beautiful day into just a dream?

-damn it.

-"what's wrong, lyn?" you asked as he finally got his head up and looked at you

-"i had a beautiful dream."

-"yeah?"

-"it wasn't real."

-"is there any way to make it real?"

-his ears perked up at the question, he faintly smiled and said:

-"well... yes, actually!" he was back with that warm smile you loved...

-"and how do i do that?"

-"let me tell you, mon amour..." he then started explaining it all and getting so lost in thought that you had to interrupt him.

-"does tomorrow sound good?"

-he smiled even more widely. that true, genuine smile of his...

-"sounds great, mon cœur!"

-"i'm glad..." you kissed his nose softly.

-"now go to sleep, and dream more dreams of us, it makes me happy to hear about them..." you added before you kissed the top of his head and closed your eyes.

-"goodnight, my dear... i love you..." he sleepily said, already drifting off to sleep.

-"i love you too, lyney..."

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no way i had motivation for this

i quite like it despite not making it that long!!

now i wanna do something with gaming(the new genshin char lmao) or the leaked dahlia... i love them sm but they're gonna probably be ooc if i do it so🤷 idk i'll see