#her little huffy snores were so cute

[zammis22]

Loving the attention to detail:

Baby Yang still snores

[gurugirl]

Okay, hear me out… stepdad!harry and y/n on vacation. Y/n gets jealous of her mom and Harry, but Harry likes seeing her all jealous and needy so he plays it out for a bit. But eventually he gives into her and is all sweet and reassures her that he only wants her 😖😫🤧🫶🏻

Also, I’m literally obsessed w your writing 💛

A/n: Vacation stepdad Harry! Hope you enjoy! Also, not sure who made the shit edited pic of Harry I used, but - eh, thanks? 2.1k words

Warning: Smut (oral f receiving), some light angst and jealousy - NOT PROOFREAD - this is stepdad!harry x stepdaughter!reader and they have a totally inappropriate relationship - do not read if you're not into it :)

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You were dreading a vacation for the first time ever in your life. Because this time, it meant you'd be with your mom and Harry together nonstop. You'd have to watch them together, and at the end of the day he'd be going to their room for the night, not yours.

Your mom booked two rooms at the resort where you were staying. The rooms were not adjoined, which you were thankful for. Even on the flight you sat apart from them. By yourself, next to an old woman who snored the entire time. And that wasn't so bad to be honest. At least she wasn't trying to talk your ear off.

The resort was gorgeous with pool areas, a night club, a few restaurants and the beach which allowed you access to the ocean was all right there. Your room was basic but the bed was comfortable and you had a good view from your tiny balcony.

When you met up with your mom and Harry at the seafood restaurant they were already there, looking cozy and sweet together. You thought you'd throw up. You knew Harry was putting on an act. He'd told you over and over again what to expect. He admitted to you the way he felt for you and that nothing could compare to his feelings for you. That gave you solace. But it was still a hard pill to swallow seeing them flirty and touchy.

You could barely eat your meal. You tried not noticing the way your mom kept touching Harry's arm and the way Harry responded by touching her back. You hated the way he'd whisper into her ear and it'd send her laughing loudly. She was quite a bit drunk by the time the server had cleared your table and you all were ready to leave.

"Let's go to the pool together and enjoy some sun!" Your mom spoke as she grabbed Harry's hand and pulled at him.

"Nah. I'm just gonna go and walk around the resort. See what's around," you spoke and saw Harry frown at you. Your mom let out a strange wet gasp, "No, come with us, Yn! Don't be a party pooper!"

You rolled your eyes and chose not to respond. But you did concede and follow them both to the adult's only pool.

You found a chair and and slid your dress off, draping it over the back of the seat and laid yourself over the cushions wearing your cute little green bikini that you hoped would have Harry looking.

And it did. Harry noticed your little swimsuit. He also noticed other people noticing. He didn't like that but he couldn't do anything about it. He and your mom laid next to one another and held hands. Harry kind of liked watching you get jealous of him. He liked that you were fuming. It might have been mean, but he knew that you were aware of his feelings. He had warned you beforehand. But it was kind of cute to watch you get all huffy with him. He'd take care of that later.

After another few rounds of cocktails your mother had hit her limit. Harry helped her back to her room and you assisted. She was slurring and kissing all over Harry's neck, "Just need to sleep it off and then I'm gonna suck your big dick so good baby..." your mom spoke and you nearly gagged and vomited all over her.

Harry just laughed, "Sounds good. Can't wait."

He knew she was going to be out and would never remember saying that, especially since she said it right in front of you. Yeah, she was quite intoxicated. She'd be out for the rest of the night.

Once you and Harry got your mom into her room you excused yourself so Harry could help her change and tuck her into bed. Before you could open the door Harry put his palm on the frame and turned you toward him, "Stop being a brat. I'll see you in fifteen minutes in your room."

You yanked your arm away from him and narrowed your eyes at him, "No you won't. I'm not going to my room. You can stay here and let my mom suck your cock for all I care."

You were pissed and Harry only smiled at you, making you even more mad, "Go to your room. If you aren't there in fifteen minutes I'll come find you and drag you back there."

You left and stomped your way down the hall. You hated the predicament you were in. It never got easier.

But you did go to your room because deep down you knew what Harry was doing was for your mom's sake. She couldn't know about you two or it would end in disaster.

You stripped out of your bikini and put on a robe from the hotel and opened up the door to the balcony to let in a breeze. You were already feeling better.

Just as promised, fifteen minutes later, Harry was knocking at your door. You put on your angry face and swung the door open ready to argue and pout and make him feel sorry for you having to put up with him and your mom being lovey-dovey. But when you took him in you nearly melted and lost all the resolve you had to be angry with him. He was holding a small bouquet of flowers and had a bottle of white wine in the other hand.

He stepped into your room and handed you the flowers and then pushed you backwards, closing the door behind him, cocky smile on his face. He continued walking you backwards with the bottle of wine in one hand and the other cupping your face. His eyes were soft and he his lopsided grin was cute but you wanted to slap him. And then kiss him.

"Baby, don't be angry. I know you want to be but we talked about this," he set the bottle of wine down on the cabinet and then cupped the other side of your face with his newly free hand. He still walked you backward until you were against the bed. He gently nudged you back to sitting and then removed his shoes before grabbing you by your waist and moving you deeper into the bed, pushing you toward the pillows as he climbed over you and then untied your robe.

You let him open up the thick cotton and expose your naked body underneath. Harry smoothed his hands from your tummy up to your breasts and then leaned over you to place a small kiss at each nipple.

He looked up at you with innocent eyes, "You know I love you. Right? More than anything or anyone." He continued kissing over your breasts and you were quickly coming undone. Harry let his lips trail down to your sternum and lower toward your belly. His soft lips covered every inch of your skin as you remained silent still being a little stubborn.

Harry chuckled against your hip bone and then looked up at you, his light green eyes looking hungry and desperate, "I mean it. Please. You're all I want. All I can think of anymore. Don't be mad."

With his eyes still on you he brought his lips back to your hip bone before lowering to you pelvis and then like magic, the moment his mouth met your labia and then his tongue licked inside and found your clit you sighed and couldn't stop the smile from taking over your features.

"There she is. There's my good girl. Want your pussy licked baby? I'll show you how you're the only one I want. The only one I need."

You moaned and nodded at Harry and you saw him smile before delving in and covering your pussy with his mouth. Harry kept his eyes on you as he licked upward and stroked your clit, getting you all slippery and whiny until he knew you were ready for his fingers.

"No one does this to you but me," he said in a deep voice as he pushed his middle finger into your entrance and began stroking upward and then in and out. He put his mouth back over you, using his tongue to dance around your clit and it drove you crazy. You needed more pressure and he knew it, but he loved driving you crazy.

He added a second a finger and his fingers moved a little quicker as started to suck on your clit using his tongue to massage and encase your sensitive bud.

You put your hands into his hair and began to pull when you spread your legs further apart to give him as much access as he needed. You closed your eyes when his slurping and fingering felt like a warm zipper coming undone on your flesh. You groaned.

Harry used his free hand to pinch your thigh and you popped your eyes back open to look down at him with heaving breaths.

Harry lifted his mouth to speak to you, his lips grazing your pussy as he spoke his words, "Keep your eyes on Daddy. Want you looking at me when you come."

So you did your best. He always wanted you to watch when he ate you out. The way his tongue worked you, his lips sucked at you, his fingers fucked into you... and the sound of him slurping your cunt.

You began to moan in high, breathy noises. Harry's cheeks were shiny with you. He kept his eyes on yours as he continued his attack on your pussy and with his free hand he began to hold you down as you started to buck upward when you felt your end bubbling out.

"Daddy... oh my god!" Your words were moans and your ears began to ring as you struggled to keep your eyes open and on Harry's.

"Come on baby. Come on my face... come in Daddy's mouth," Harry grunted his words out and you noticed that he was gently rocking himself into the bed as he was working you to your end.

"Fffuuck!" You yelped as you released and fluttered your eyes closed for only a second before you felt Harry pinching at you again and you peeled your lids open and watched Harry as he continued licking and sucking with his fingers inside of you as you came. You moaned nonsense words and high pitched breaths as he at you out until you were so sensitive you were trying to push at his head but he had a vice grip on you and he didn't let up.

Harry's mouth was still eating away at your pussy and you squeezed your eyes closed, "Harry! Please!" you gasped your words as he licked over you clit, up and down, side to side. He slide a third finger inside of you and you opened your eyes and craned your neck to watch.

You began to feel your second orgasm wind around your insides as Harry's tongue didn't stop swiping over you. Everything was so wet and slick on your pussy with your own arousal and the spit Harry was using on you as he smoothed his mouth up and down.

The moment your second orgasm hit you felt like you were levitating. Harry had three fingers inside of you, knuckles deep as he sucked you in. He held you down and you writhed as you whined and moaned his name.

Harry laughed as you quivered and tears fell from your face. He knew he'd overstimulated you but he loved watching you struggle and come over and over again.

When you came down and your breathing was still a bit hard Harry lifted his face and began taking his clothes off. You watched him from your prone position with a smile of relief on your face.

Harry's dick was plumped and leaking at the tip already when he grabbed your thighs and dragged you to pull you closer.

"Daddy needs to come inside his baby now. Show you how much I love you. Fill you up with my come."

You were already so fucked out and you hadn't even technically been fucked but you nodded with a smile and Harry leaned down to kiss your mouth, he tasted like you.

He put his hands into your hair and gently smoothed it back. He looked at you for a moment with the soft eyes you loved so much. You loved it when he looked at you like this. It spoke everything to you that you wanted to know.

"Okay? Can I make love you to you now, baby? Want Daddy's cock?" Harry's lips were wet with you and his irises nearly completely covered by his pupils.

"Yes. Fuck me daddy. Make love to me."

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[thedandelion-writer]

❝sleeping habbits, liyue edition❞

Pairings: Xiao x gn!reader, Ganyu x gn!reader, Zhongli x gn!reader, Keqing x gn!reader

<- Mondstadt edition

A/N: I just thought it'd be cute, okay?

P.s. This is a modern au just because

He sleeps with a nightlight and you cannot tell me otherwise

Don't tease him about it! He will get all cold and snappy

You know why he keeps it on though, it helps with the nightmares

Xiao doesn't really like to sleep, so sometimes you have to coax him into bed

Even then, he's always up before you are

You rub your eyes awake, rolling over to his side of the bed. It was cold, evident that he'd been up for a while now. The window was open, letting in the cool morning air. Xiao always said it helped calm him when his head started getting too loud.

"Breakfast is getting cold," came a gruff voice.

He was leaning against the doorframe.

"It's not my fault you made it so damn early," you yawned and stretched, not bothering to even sit up.

"Come kiss me good morning, or else I'm going back to sleep."

You closed your eyes, offering him your cheek while still comfortably swaddled in blankets. It took some time for him to come over, the crossed arms and annoyed face did nothing to cover his red cheeks.

Briefly pressed his lips to your temple, muttering a "childish" before he walked out.

Sometimes, you'd even have to sing him to sleep

He won't ask you to do it, but when you do, he sleeps relatively better

Acts like he doesn't want you close but when you snuggle up to him, he never refuses

Lets you steal all the blankets because he'd give you the world if you asked for it

The type of person to have a schedule of when to sleep and when to wake up

According to Ganyu, sunlight is nature's alarm clock

She keeps the curtains open to let natural moonlight in because for some reason, it makes her feel safe. And in the morning, she's up when the first rays of sunshine hit her face

Would love to sleep in if she could honestly, but duty calls (she'll just take an afternoon nap later)

Also snores lightly, not enough to disturb you, but enough for you to coo to yourself at how adorable she sounds

For some reason, it was still dark, and you were already awake.

"What time is it," you made sure to lower your voice, then propping up your body on your elbows to check the time on Ganyu's bedside table.

"4:32 am...what the hell..."

You looked over to your sleeping girlfriend, hair looking an even deeper hue of indigo due to the pre-sunrise sky. She whimpered, shifting about a little, and you were afraid she would wake up, so you caressed hair ever so gently.

"Shh, it's alright," you whispered. "That's it, don't wake up yet, you've got a busy day tomorrow."

You kept your hand on the side of her head, eventually falling asleep to her soft snores and the peacefulness of it all.

She gets cold feet, so one day you decided to buy her a bunch of cute socks and now she wears them everywhere. Even to work!

Ganyu also likes scented candles, preferably nature inspired fragrances like rain, grass, etc

You grew to like them as well, and now you both can't sleep without lighting one every night before bed

This man sleeps like a rock

No pun intended, I'm being serious

If anyone remembers that scene in Mulan 2 when Mushu unsucessfully tries to wake Shang up by crashing his cymbals? Then yeah, like that

Minus the part where Shang eventually wakes up

I'm only half kidding

He doesn't move either. Like at all.

Zhongli would stay in the same position throughout the night, which is usually facing you

This makes for opportunities

"Lao gong~" you inched your face closer to his, testing if he was asleep before proceeding admiring him as if he were a marble statue at a museum.

You poked his cheek. No reaction. You brushed his bangs away from his forehead, kissing him there, down to his nose and then at the corner of his mouth. You'd have to save one more for later.

"Truly, how did I get so lucky?" You settled in between one arm, lying your head down on his chest.

If only we could stay like this forever. That would be enough.

The beating of his heart matched yours, the sheets intermingled your warmth with his, never have you felt this connected to another being. In the quiet moments of the night, you told him you loved him.

*lăo gōng (老公) a sweet way of calling one's husband

Whenever either of you have trouble sleeping, tea is always the answer (or just for those cold nights)

Therefore, a boiler, tea pots/cups, and a variety of tea bags could be found in the bedroom

Goodnight kisses are a must, almost always given from him to you.

No matter when she sleeps, Keqing will always wake up at the same time every morning

And no matter where you both start out at the beginning of the night, she would always end up tangled with you

Not that you mind, but she got all huffy and embarrassed at first

Now she just accepts that it's her fault

Something was tickling your nose. In a bleary daze, you tried to lift your hand to swipe whatever annoyance was causing it--to no avail. Both your arms, and even your legs were locked down by a weight.

You blowed at it, scrunched up your face to hopefully get rid of the itch. Which backfired because your movements caused Keqing to stir, tilting her head up a bit and shoving hair into your already violated nostrils.

"Oh archons I'm gonna..." your eyes turned watery, shoulders rising as you tried to suppress it. And failed, yet again.

"A-ACHOO!"

You lurched violently, waking your lover up in the process. But at least the itch went away, and your limbs were no longer constricted!

"Y/N, couldn't you have sneezed into a pillow?" Keqing grumbled (as you can tell, not a morning person).

"I'm sorry I'm sorry, it's just...your head was so close to my face and-"

She held up a palm as if to say 'I get it, please shut up', and laid back down, scooching to the end of her side of the mattress.

As if that would do anything! She'd likely invade your territory again before daybreak, you guarantee it.

"Uhh- tian xin, maybe if you tied your hair? You know you're just going to come to me again."

Keqing thought about it for a moment (or maybe drowsiness delayed her reaction time), so she reached into her bedside drawer, handing you a ribbon.

She spread out her locks onto the pillow and turned to face the other way, pointing for you to do it for her.

You chuckled, getting to work, even giving her a short scalp massage in the process. After tying the knot, she was back to being fast asleep.

Snaking an arm around her waist, you kissed her shoulder, wishing to join her once again in slumber.

*tián xīn (甜心) meaning sweetheart

**mom i'm finally using my sucky chinese for something useful, aren't you proud?

You can't tell me she doesn't have at least one Morax plushie

One time you got jealous because it was like that one meme

Ah yes, my girlfriend and her favourite thing to cuddle to sleep, her Rex Lapis doll

You find out that Keqing actually needs to hold something to sleep properly

Which is cute but she'd deny deny deny

Later on, she latches onto you (as shown above)

You're warm, she says

[1kook]

skirt chasers - drabble iii

this a skirt chasers drabble in case u couldn't tell uhhh here’s i and ii lol

summary; “I think the alcohol broke my amygdala. Your epidermis looks pretty today— did you use that toner I told you about?” warnings; alcohol mention, tit sucking, unprotected sex, use of the pull out method, uhh making out??? ratings; mature (18+) misc; educational abolitionist!jungkook, drunk jk, mentions of throwing up lol, jk is an anatomy frEAK, more skirts, more jk has questionable kinks wc; like barely 2k

notes; i wrote this in like 40 mins bc i couldn't stop thinking about STIMBO jk from skirt chasers and how cool he is enjoy xxxx also i barely rmr shit from anatomy bc it was the worst course of my life so pls bear with me

His first mistake is getting drinks with the boys. You like to think you know your boyfriend pretty well, know what he’s good at, where he excels, where he thrives, and well. Drinking doesn’t rank too high on the list.

Jimin calls a little past midnight. “Kook’s on the table,” he slurs into the phone, too loud and too sloppy for a Wednesday night phonecall.

“Ha?” you mumble back, rubbing your eyes until you see stars. The room is dark, practically spinning from how out of it you are. Chaeyoung is dead asleep in her room, so even whispering feels like a crime. “Where are you guys?”

Some bar on the south side of town, that strip where all the newly turned twenty-one year olds go to get wasted. Jungkook’s supposed to be studying for some big exam he has on Friday— at least, that’s what he told you —so it takes a few minutes of convincing on Jimin’s part until you’re shrugging your coat on, blindly navigating through your apartment for your keys and wallet. You briefly consider taking an Uber, but ultimately decide you’d rather get stabbed to death on a public bus so at least your family can sue the city afterwards.

Jungkook is indeed on the table, except the table has long since tipped over. So now he’s just sprawled across some dirty bar floor, puppy-soft head of curls spilling over his forehead. He’s so cute, so adorable. You want to kill him. “Up,” you command, channeling the strength of twelve football players to haul your beefy boyfriend off the ground.

“Baby,” he beams, looking at you but not actually looking at you. “I think the alcohol broke my amygdala. Your epidermis looks pretty today— did you use that toner I told you about?”

You don’t even know what that means, can’t even question him, because then Jin is angrily yelling at you to cover his tab. You pay with a stiff middle finger, flail the three dollars in your wallet at him, before sweeping away your poor damsel in distress. “You’re supposed to be studying,” you huff, can’t even be mad when he stops to throw up in a bush outside the bar. You’re so embarrassed, pretend you don’t know him as you pull up the bus times on your phone.

He’s huffy by the time you get on the bus, sniffling against your neck as he cries about his common hepatic portal vein thing— you don’t fucking know.

Chaeyoung isn’t too impressed with you when you bring him home, dump him on the couch while she steals your AirPods from your room. “Explain yourself,” you demand, and his head rolls back.

“I hate school,” he complains, slaps a hand down against his forehead. You’re certain he’s concussed himself this time. Then he’s bending over, head held between his hands. “Wanna cry.”

You sigh, kneeling in front of him. “You’re almost done,” you comfort him, hand on the back of his head. He’s so sweaty, and smells like all his friends colognes at the same time. “You’re smart, baby, you can do this.”

Your words have the opposite effect, because then he’s rocking forward childishly, nearly rams your skulls together and kills you. He’s reached the point of his insobriety where he’s too sad and huffy to think, sadly leaning against your shoulder as if that’ll somehow solve all his problems. You doubt it will, but there’s really nothing much you can when Jungkook reaches this point, so you settle on softly patting the back of his head until the fool is fucking snoring against you.

Chaeyoung blesses you with her divine retribution the next morning by using up the last of your body wash, and then you’re left to deal with a hungover Jungkook on a Thursday morning. You’re pretty sure he had a class that morning, but he wakes up too late for you to even try to convince him to still go, and then he’s moping on your couch in last night’s clothes. You’re getting ready for your internship, blouse half buttoned, pencil skirt wiggled up to your waist.

“Abolish exams,” he mutters, numbly staring at the ceiling as you wipe his face with a cleansing towelette. He doesn’t seem remotely interested in the shower or the pancakes you made, which lets you know this is a much more serious issue than just a drunken episode. “Aren’t they stupid?” You nod. “Sure, test me on every damn thing we’re learning right now as if science isn’t always changing and I’ll have to keep learning anyway.”

He looks over at you, under-eye bags absolutely horrendous. “Tests are stupid,” you agree, and it seems to be exactly what he wants to hear as he sinks into your arms, face buried in your chest. “Too stupid for smarty-pants Jeon Jungkook.”

Jungkook groans, flops over you on the couch all smelly and gross. “They test you for memorization and not comprehension,” he adds, finally wiggling out of his stinky clothes.

With Jungkook, you can never tell where things are going. One minute he’s cursing the education system and the next he’s kissing along your neck in his rambling fury. “As if I these materials will somehow become nonexistent once I’m working,” he huffs, hands on your thighs. Your breath hitches in your throat, fingers digging into his biceps as he mindlessly kisses down the valley between your breasts. “Shit’s so fucking stupid,” he spits, bunching your skirt around your waist.

“Jeon—“

“I’m just trying to be a fuckin’ pediatrician, for fuck’s sake,” he growls, hastily undoes the front buttons on your blouse. Your black bra comes into view, heart pounding in your chest as Jungkook makes quick work of reaching behind and undoing it, pushing it away, and cupping your breasts in his palms. He guides one of your legs around his waist, tucks it around him as he gets to work raining down kisses on your tits. “So pretty, doll,” he murmurs, pretty pink lips leaving smooches down your chest.

You bite down on your lip, watch through hazy eyes as those big doe eyes flick up at you, tongue swirling around your nipple. “N— Not tired anymore?” you pant, hands in his hair. It’s still dry and knotted from last night’s adventures, but you don’t mind. Not when Jungkook’s hard cock is flush against your thigh.

“Nah,” he confirms, rolling his hips forward against your core. Oh he was horny horny this morning. Or was he angry horny? You don’t care, either way you were winning. “I serenaded you last night, y’know?”

You snort, but it morphs into a whimper when he captures your rock hard nipple between his perfect teeth. “Not a serenade,” you whimper, fingernails running along his scalp, “if I’m not there.”

Jungkook leans back, lets you breathe for a second as he unbuckles the front of his pants, jeans pulled down around his thighs. And of course he’s hard as fuck by now; this was Jeon Jungkook you were dealing with. He could get it up and going in two seconds flat at the mere sight of your collarbones. “You were there,” he insists, capturing your hand in his all romantic like until you’re flustered and shaking him off. He levels you with a cheesy grin, presses your palm against his chest. “Here.”

You gag. “That’s disgusting.”

Jungkook laughs, all squeaky and airy because he’s never given a fuck about looking cool in front of you. His next words only prove your point. “Why? Don’t like being nestled against my left lung and esophagus, all sexy like?”

You roll your eyes, tug your panties aside to give him a full view of what his dorky anatomical talk has done to you. “Dick me down or go away,” you say, pointer finger nudging his chin up when he stares too long

He snaps his teeth at you, almost bites your finger, the fuckin’ weirdo. “Sassy today,” he teases, presses the tip of his cock against you. Both of you groan, watch as he glides himself up and down your folds, angry mushroom head pushing against your clit. “Always so wet for me,” he mumbles shakily, eyes zeroed in on your wet folds and how slick they feel against him. “Didn’t stretch you out again.”

“Yo— You’re mean about that anyway,” you pant, pulling him closer by those firm ass cheeks of his. “I can tell when you’re using me as a reference model.”

Jungkook gasps as if he’s genuinely scandalized by your claim, follows your wordless command and finally lines himself up with your quivering entrance. “I’m a hands-on learner,” he offers, his cheeky smile still on his face until he finally sinks into you and his features twist up all pretty. “Your pussy’s just so pretty, baby,” he grunts, hand on your hip.

Your face feels warm, from the pleasure that rolls over your body and the vulgarity of his words. “Shush now,” you say, try to sound strict and in command, but he’s got his other hand cupping your jaw, looking at you like you’re a goddess and not some dorky college student in their even dorkier internship uniform.

“Temptress,” he mumbles, pushes past your clenching lips until he’s flush against you, your walls spasming around his cock because he just feels so good. “Tried to sneak past me in that tiny skirt.” He draws back, lets his swollen head catch at the entrance before sliding back in, pace slow and sensual, too intimate for some random Thursday morning. “Little doll just needs to be fucked in the morning, doesn’t she?” A pitiful whimper catches in your throat, eyes rolling to the back of your head with every glide of his dick back inside of you.

“N- Not my fault you have naughty eyes,” you whimper, hand coming up to bite at your knuckles as Jungkook continues to fuck you so sweetly. “Fuck.”

Jungkook ducks over you, wavy hair tickling your forehead as his hot breath fans across you. Smells like the mouthwash you made him take and hints of last night’s alcohol. “Can’t help it,” he husks, capturing your lips in his. Sloppy and wet, tongue clashing with yours as he guides you along, hips slowing to rhythmic ruts that have you moaning after each roll.

A few drawn-out thrusts later and you’re coming, body so sensitive this early in the morning, and it certainly doesn’t help that Jungkook looks like that (sweaty and worn, dark eyes watching you writhe beneath him). Surprisingly, it takes him a few more rushed thrusts before he follows, barely managing to pull out in time before his sparkling cum is splattering over your tummy and the skirt bunched around it. “No,” you whine, melting into the couch. “Jeon, this is my only one,” you complain, rubbing a hand over your eyes as if that’ll somehow make your legs work again enough to push him off.

Jungkook says nothing as he tucks himself back into his boxers, chest heaving from exertion as he crashes back onto the couch. “Liar,” he responds after a moment, out of breath and half asleep again. He’s still technically hungover. Hand lazily drawing circles on your knee as you sit up, wiggling your skirt back down. He gives you this indecipherable look. “I hid the other one under your dresser.”

You smack his arm. “Why the hell would you—“

He tackles you back into the couch, presses the stain into your skirt. It must feel gross against his naked tummy, but Jungkook doesn’t seem to care. “Makes me too horny,” he announces, pout pressed against your neck. “I had a teacher fantasy the other day. Did I tell you?” You roll your eyes, resigning yourself to this new life squashed beneath your boyfriend. “You were my high school anatomy teacher and I failed, so you made me stay after school for supplemental lessons—“

“That’s an abuse of power,” you point out, back to carding your hands through his now sweaty and greasy hair. “And you would never fail an anatomy class, that’s literally your comfort area of study.”

“Listen,” he stresses, lifts his head until he’s peering at you with these humongous Bambi eyes. “You spanked me and—“

“Go get my skirt.”

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[satanic-assistant]

Jeff and I got ready for bed together, for once. His "happy pets" as I have started calling Smile dog and Grinny cat much to their dismay, hardly ever let me see him without his jacket. Let alone his shirt entirely.

The happy pets were being suspicious; smile was a bit of a darker pink and smiling wider than normal a clear sign he was up to something, and Grinny cat wasn't being as much of a nuisance which made me think he was sick or planning something bad.

Jeff of course didn't notice, busy making"innuendos" that we both knew the happy pets would never let happen.

Getting in the bed was awkward to say the least, but we managed it with me hugging him from behind while smile was in his arms and Grinny was covering his feet, like a fuzzy rug.

It normally takes Jeff awhile to sleep but I put my hand in his hair and suddenly, gentle snores.

"you are so touch starved I swear, gum bug."

Making horrible but somehow cute pet names for each other was an inside joke, but got really mean about it sometimes especially when he was mad. He made me cry at least once and then his sadist would show, laughing at me and calling me even worse names. He never apologized for it, but I forgave him it was a joke anyway. Besides Jane walked in and threw things at Jeff and called him "twinkle toes" and he didn't let that go.

Eventually I got to sleep too. I was hoping for a nice dream, but then I heard an all too familiar voice.

"heeey there, ahem "gum bug" how're you, in my dream?"

When we heard Smile dog budge in

"the sarcasm is crippling, Jeff. Anyway Grin and I won't get in the way of you two's disgusting human acts."

And with that Smile was gone. I looked up at Jeff, who was staring at me with what can only be described as, embarrassment and obsession.

"what are you looking at-...."

I tried to snap him back to a conversation

My voice trailed away as I look down and see a very "suggestive" outfit. I look back at Jeff with the look reserved for Grinny when she tries to swipe a crispy chicken nugget from Sally.

He looks like he's fighting a very hard battle with himself, somewhere along the lines of; should I take what's been given to me, against staying in this relationship.

I tried to snap him back to a conversation.

"w- who does he think he is. We both know he isn't and can't be "fixed". So what does he mean "disgusting human acts"?!"

Jeff didn't answer, looking at me like "take what has been given" was winning. He never answered me which was very chilling to say the least.

I'm maybe slightly uncomfortable right now, I'm not really saving myself for anything or anyone, but Jeff is the kind of person you'd want experience with before trying anything out. For once he said something before me, surprising me.

"ahemmm anyyywayyyy maaaybeee we should try to wake up, though I doubt either of them would let that happen."

I kind of wanted to know what the huge change of pace was for so I asked

"W- what was that? The change of pace! One day I can't look at you without a jacket, next we have to bang!?"

Maybe I was getting hysterical but I was justified. Plus I didn't get an answer just a recognizing

"hmmmmm"

I'm getting hot and shakey now, it's a weird but exciting experience even if nothing happens.

"instead of doing anything I know I can't do, how about we just talk???"

I know he'll laugh at it but I know I can't do anything he wants.

"I guessss but you have to be in my lap, and I'm touching you. Not my fault we're here, but I'm going to take advantage of it."

I agreed and the night was eventful and slow thanks to smile's dream manipulation. We both laughed, I told him about how the twinkle toes thing made me feel, he still didn't apologize so I got annoyed at him.

"okay then Twink-le toes, see how it feels when I ignore you."

Tilting my nose up away from his face with a little puff of breath.

He grabs my face with two hands, not really helping his point, and drags my head to look at him. He was cute in some kind of e-boy or emo way, the thought making me giggle

"what're you laughin about Hug Bug~?"

I could only reply honestly through laughs.

"You look like a emo, or an e-boy, I can only see you with the-"

"I can see the-"

Bursting out into laughs again my throat almost hurting

"I can see the stupid little chains but they're coming out of your s- swe- sw-weater pocket-"

Crumpling up to hold my stomach I look at his face, he looks dramatically unamused, at least. I think he does it can hard to tell with out his eyelids and eyebrows sometimes. Nonetheless his face reads "I'm not humoring this shit, but it is kind of funny." Not being able to tell only makes me laugh even more. By the time I calm down my throat is sore and my stomach feels liquefied.

He starts saying something but I don't hear, so I responded with maybe the worst choice I could have picked.

"What did you say stupid e-boy?"

He looks absolutely enraged and I'm half afraid of getting hit, but as always he was just being as dramatic as possible.

"I swear I'm going to make you go to sleep whether you want to or not, Snot Cake."

I decided to try and match his drama.

"Oh my heart, it hurts. My vessel only used for love has been damaged to no end!"

We both continued one upping each other's dramatisms until we were yelling at nothing, I gave in because I knew he never would. I pecked a smooch on his cheek and lay down, my outfit finally changing into my own clothes signaling I was awake.

Jeff still sleeping soundly like a baby. I reached over and tried to pet his hair until Grinny walked up and demand that I feed her, I look at the near by clock it says 12:30 am. I have no idea how Jeff ever went to bed before 1:00 but I have a feeling it was a combination of be hugged for once and the head rubs.

"No Grinny it's nowhere near breakfast."

I was tired and could hear it in my voice

Grinny, being hungry voiced his complaints in BEN's voice.

"I am Hungry, I will wake Jeff up right now! Do you think I won't!? Watch me!"

I'm tired and not in the mood to hear Grinny's bs, responding to him saying.

"Do you want a treat then?"

Just to shut him up.

Both Happy pets shoot up at the word and get on to the floor ready to tail me until occupied with their late night snack.

I try to be quiet though for no real reason, most of the proxies being awake or gone anyway.

BEN was playing on his new nintendo Masky is cleaning up Hoody's room while Hoody watches. Toby is pestering EJ for nothing other than entertainment. Jane, Clockwork and the other grown women were out having a "girl's night out" which they deserve to be honest Liu, well Sully was out aswell but not for socializing, he was doing what most of the proxies did best, kill. LJ doesn't sleep often. The real concerns are Sally sleeping soundly and Slenderman passed out on the couch.

Sally is a child and Slenderman being intimidating, I'm a fairly new proxy and I don't want to piss him off too much.

I get downstairs and in the kitchen, very aware to be even more quiet than before. Getting the respective treat cans for Smile and Grinny, I prepare them and put crunchy treats on top.

About to put the bowls on the floor, Grinny plays another great prank knowing full well I'm trying to be quiet as possible.

"Heeeey We're hungry Ya'know!"

I shoot a begging look at the two of them before putting the bowls down faster and running upstairs.

Getting to the room without confrontation, I keep the door open, knowing Grinny will try to prank me again if I close it.

"hmm morning uhhh- busy bee. Where were you?"

Jeff's sleepy voice makes me fill with some kind of energy I can't explain. Swooning nonetheless I answer.

"Giving your asshole animals late night snacks."

I say in a voice more irritated than I meant to sound.

"ohh don't care, but okay."

He says with a smirk and a shrug. I pick up a pillow and smack him with it, making him jump and grab me by the waist, pulling me into his lap.

"Don't get so buzzy, Honey cake~"

I turn around and try to hit him with my hand only successful once on his thick skull.

"the damn cat threatened and then pranked me!"

I get huffy and try to melt out his grasp, again failing in that endeavor, again attempting to hit him.

"Come on slug bug, don't treat me like that."

The only thing that gets me to calm down is his voice. I push him into our previous spots on the bed only missing the happy pets. He doesn't fall asleep right away this time, but I do finally getting rest without two furry assholes pestering my dreams.

Scene sorry if it's hard to read, this is my first fanfic anyway, I hope you enjoyed it.

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas]

good evening yiga scribe would you be interested in writing something where a certain two yiga footsoldiers are trying to have sex without waking up any of the people sleeping in the yiga dorm rooms 👉🏻👈🏻

For you, freckled, absolutely??

Also I've never done anything with JUST two footsoldiers before? It'll be a fun change of pace!

(Also if you want specific naughty bits, pls specify next time!)

Love was a funny thing. It was plentiful in the mundane, yet, it was totally rare in the extraordinary. It was a fancy way of saying that love in the yiga clan was pretty fucking difficult. It wasn’t impossible, but there were so many hoops to jump through in order to obtain it, that many didn't bother.

But not him. No, he found the absolute love of his life here, a mere number of months ago. And he loved her. He loved her with all his heart. Every fact about her made him fall more and more in love with her. Her favorite flowers (swift violets), her favorite color (purple), even her favorite place to watch the sunset. Each fact made him crazy for her. So much so...that he couldn't wait till morning to see her. He snuck out of his room (a huge no no) and quietly snuck into her room (ALSO a huge no no). Everyone was sleeping restfully.

Including her. She slept in her own bed, damn near in the middle of the room. Despite how nearly everyone looked the same, he could recognize her from a mile away. She just. Was his everything, you learned to know where they were.

"Get...outta..."

He nearly jumped at the sound of a voice. The blade master, right by the door. A blade master took shifts sleeping in these rooms, in order to keep an eye on the foot soldiers. It helped keep an eye on traitors, and horny yiga, just like him. Thankfully, this one was just sleep talking. He sighed in relief, before sneaking over to her bed. The room was so silent, it felt as if every movement was as loud as a bang. But then, FINALLY, he hopped into her bed.

"Darling. Darling?"

She slowly awoke, groaning as she lifted her head up. She recognized him immediately.

"My little banana muffin! What are you doing in here? You're going to-"

"I had to see you. I missed you. I couldn't sleep. My heart ached for you, I was in AGONY."

She 'awwed', wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Alright. You can cuddle me for a minute. But you need to go back, you know what they're like when they catch you."

"It's worth it, if only to hear your lovely voice."

They bonked their masks together in a yiga kiss, before he laid down. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back against his chest. She was so warm, so beautiful, so sweetly smelling- she was so...perfect.

"You made brownies in the kitchen today, didn't you?"

"Yeah?"

"I can tell. You still smell like them. You always smell like you came straight from a bakery, and everytime I smell bread, I remember how hungry my heart is for you."

She chuckled, reaching behind her to pat his cheek.

"Your inner poet just never stops, does it?"

"As long as your beauty continues, so will my words. You are my love, my home. I want to hold you forever. I want to-"

"Honeyfruit?"

"Yes?"

"I...think you're more excited than you think."

He looked down at himself, and saw that he had, without knowing it, been grinding himself against her back, and had a boner. Not what he intended, but...well. She DID always feel good. He cupped her face in his hand, and decided, he was already pushing the boundries, why not see how far that line could go?

"I am. Don't tell me you aren't too."

"Well of course I am, I love being with you. But we can't...do that here."

"We do it in the corridors all the time?"

She huffed, though the way she held his hand, he could tell it was affectionate.

"This isn't the corridors. This is here, in the rooms, where we could be caught so easily-"

"Then I'll take the blame. If you do not want me, so be it, I will leave. But I will not hesitate to show my love for you."

She looked hesitant. Yigas got up to mischief like this all the time, but getting caught would get them in trouble. Not to mention she was just honest to goodness shy about this. Yet, she was excited. He could see it.

"Alright...but do be quiet, you always get so loud."

"The better to proclaim my love for you, my dear."

With one more mask bump, he carefully had her on her front. The thing about sex in the clan is that, while it was a bit of a no no, getting undressed was pretty much a crime. So, this meant they had to think of more...creative ways to help themselves. In this case, him slowly grinding against her ass. She had just the cutest little butt (one of the ways he managed to tell her apart, not that he'd ever tell her), which he loved. His arms wrapped around her, his chin rested upon her shoulder. He could already hear her start to breathe a bit quickly.

"Okay...I'm not going to lie, I did miss you. Just a little bit."

"Your body says you missed me just a little more than you're letting on. You're wet."

He parted her legs a bit, and started to push himself not agsinst her rear, but right against her pussy. She was wet enough to seep through her attire, and it was making him absolutely weak. Not just how she felt against him, but the way SHE was clearly feeling.

"You've...never done that before...~"

He hadn't. Sure he rubbed her there in the hallway, but it mostly involved them just rubbing each other through their clothes. He chuckled, bumping the side of her mask.

"I...haven't. But I've always wanted to. Oh I can feel you, right through the uniform. You're so warm, and wet, I could imagine my cock actually sliding into you. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

She nodded, reaching down in order to play with her little clit in small circles. Oh he could feel her wetness stained his clothed boner. He was throbbing, just imagining how incredible it would be, doing this for real.

"That's it darling, touch yourself while my cock pushes against you. Seperated by just some thin clothes...I could make you feel so good. I could fill up your precious womb with my FUCKING seed-"

She lifted her stained fingers up to his, forcing him into silence. He WAS always sort of the loud one between them, he couldn’t blame her. He held the hand against his face, inhaling the scent of her, and continued. He wasn’t just grinding now. Driven wild by the feeling of her softness, he started to buck against her. He could feel his cock push into her. Not fully, because of these DAMN clothes, but he could feel it. It was practically nothing, but for a touched starved, loving soul like his, it was everything.

Then she came. With but a helpless little whimper, she came, only giving him more juices to help himself with. Through excited, hot breaths, she turned to look at him.

"Cum for me. Press up against me and cum, I want to feel it."

He nodded, pressed himself against her, and came. He could feel the cum seeping out from his attire and against her eager pussy, leaving her a whimpering mess underneath him. He waited a moment, before he shakily moved off of her. He was about to up and leave, knowing he had been here too long (most yiga sessions were quick), when she turned, and lifted herself up a bit.

"Wait. Before you go. I...I want to give you something."

She parted her mask, just a bit, showing her just the cutest set of lips. Then, she grabbed onto his thighs, and leaned in, licking some of the cum off of his his clothed cock. Oh it was warm. Oh it was soft, it was wet, it was HER. He grabbed onto her head before he could think, wanting to keep her in place.

"Fucking SHIT-"

He wanted more. He wanted to give her a fresh load of cum, for just her precious lips. Then they heard the skid of chair legs on a wood floor. He jumped off of her and into the higher bunks. The said yiga woke up immediately, about to raise hell, when he put his finger over his mask, making him shut up for a second. They both watched as the blade master walked up to her, clearly not very happy.

"You're awake. Why are you awake?"

"I'm sorry, Sir. I had a nightmare and woke up."

"Can you get back to sleep, or do you need to head to the medical bay?"

"I can go back to sleep, thank you. I'm so sorry to have woken you up."

He grumbled something under his breath, taking a look around the room. He clearly wanted to look around more, but his yawn reminded him that he could catch a few more hours of sleep instead. He walked away from her, sat back down on his chair, and folded his arms across his chest. In a moment, he was snoring. She looked up at him as he climbed back down. She smacked his arm immediately, huffy in embarrassment.

"You. Are SO lucky you’re charming, because you are loud."

"Sorry. In my defense, your lips are just...so small and cute. They remind me of fairies."

She scoffed, leaning up to bonk her mask against his again.

"Well then you can dream about them later. Now get out of here so I can dream about you."

The yiga from the bed above them gave a light cough.

"Next time you fuck your boyfriend, can he hop in a different bed? I nearly had a fucking heart attack."

"Sorry, sorry!"

He chuckled. With one final mask bump, he snuck right out of the room. Love was difficult in the clan.

But it was terribly worth it.

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 132

132

Lance had fallen asleep at the bus stop. Keith carrying him back to VOLTRON where Coran and Shiro were waiting in the bookstore looking less than amused. Lance was safely cuddled up in his arms, face buried against his neck. Shiro pinching the bridge of his nose, his tone unimpressed

“Should we be asking why you felt the need to leave in the middle of the night, and where you’ve been?”

“We went for a walk”

“In the middle of the night? When it’s cold... without telling anyone”

“Lance wanted to... I asked him”

“And you didn’t tell anyone”

“We only went down to the bus stop...”

Shiro sigh deeply. Thank god Coran was more understanding

“What number one means is, is Lance okay? He’s been very withdrawn since his return”

Keith moved his knee to support Lance’s arse as he hiked him up in his hold

“He needed it... He’s... they kept him underground. He’s scared of being underground. I know I didn’t tell you, but he needed this... He was talking. Properly talking”

Coran’s face softened, Keith sounding almost pleading as he was tried to make both of them understand

“I must admit I didn’t think of that. Come now, let’s get him settled back in bed. He must be exhausted and frozen solid, it is a rather chilli night”

“I promised him we could take a shower...”

“That will have to wait. We need to have a little talk, I think”

Yeah. They really did. Lance was scared of putting them all in danger and Keith was scared staying underground any longer was really going to fuck his boyfriend up. Tomorrow they’d see Mami, have a meeting with their friends, then Keith was taking Lance back to the apartment to recover where he could keep him safe and sound.

*

“Lance?”

Dropping the glass of water he’d pouring in the sink, Lance flinched at the sudden sound of Shiro’s voice. Between morning sickness that’d kept him up all night and Coran’s words, he didn’t think about Shiro coming back to the apartment... reaching in to retrieve the glass, he sliced his fingers, hissing as he did

“Lance!”

Shit. He’d fucked up. He didn’t deserve to be this skittish. Shiro and Curtis had been so good about letting him and Keith use the apartment. He just... had so much to think about. Coran had suggested protective custody. Lotor was willing to take the fall for Sendak’s death, seeing Zarkon may be more forgiving... He’d been pretty placid at the group meeting to discuss that they’d had. Lance letting the meeting wash over him, too nervous to talk. He really hated how his anxiety went sky high when they were together. It was like he couldn’t relax, he wanted them all where he could see them... but didn’t want them looking at him.

Coming into the kitchen, Shiro pulled the tea towel off the front of the oven, before taking Lance by the wrist to wrap his hand

“I didn’t mean to startle you. I thought you’d be sleeping”

Yeah. If the twins would give him a moments peace. He’d sent Keith back to bed, staying on the floor with Kosmo. Keith was trying his hardest to work around him basically feeling like a nutter

“Morning sickness”

Shiro winced in sympathy

“Still going?”

“12 weeks and they haven’t got the message... I’m... sorry I broke the glass”

Shiro turned the tap off for him

“It’s just a glass. I came back to grab a change of clothes”

Ugh. He felt bad that Curtis and Shiro were giving them space. Everyone was giving them space. He needed space, but evicting Shiro from his own apartment wasn’t his idea of a fun time

“I’m sorry... I’m not allowed to go back to Garrison...”

Shiro sighed at him, Lance finding himself being led away from the kitchen. He had to keep a low profile. He was the vampire who’d killed Sendak... making him a threat to his friends and probably a threat to the vampires who’d fallen under Sendak’s command

“I’m not blaming you. I know it’s not easy coming back from something like this. It’s going take some time for things to return to normal”

Krolia was in the shit for acting recklessly. Keith told him Kolivan was livid for her reckless actions. Apparently the Blades had some trouble in Rome. All of it too big of a mess to put into real words. Finding himself led to Keith’s room, Shiro gave him an awkward hug

“You get some rest, you look like you need it. If Keith’s giving you trouble, let me know and I’ll talk to him”

“Keith’s... Keith’s been more than good to me”

He really had. He hovered and he worried, he’d barely let him out of his sight, but he was letting Lance do things for himself and Lance was grateful for that. He knew Keith wanted to coddle him, but there was only so much Lance could take right now. His boyfriend got that he needed to do things after having the privilege taken away from him, despite it only being for a short period of time

“We’re all here, when you’re ready. Curtis misses watching his shows with you”

Shows were the least of his worries. He had all the time he could want, and none of the drive to do anything but in Keith’s arms

“I miss... I miss him too. I’m just... not there yet”

“That’s okay. You don’t have to be. Just go back to Keith, he was a total mess without you”

“I missed him so much”

“I know, kiddo. Things will get easier”

Crawling into bed beside Keith, Keith pulled him up against him, slipping his leg over Lance’s hip as he let out a soft sigh. His boyfriend’s hand going straight to his stomach, fingers slaying across the forming bump. Keith loved the little bump. Lance still felt like he didn’t really look pregnant, simply really well fed, but Keith couldn’t stop with the belly rubs. It was different to when he nearly lost their twins. He didn’t feel so touched starved, because Keith was always touching his belly. He wasn’t shying away, though Lance had been hurt. He’d taken a while to wake up and come to his senses, his body feeling like he was in shell of a stranger after being ill fed. All his senses had gone into overdrive. Lights being the biggest issue. He’d gotten so used to darkness and near darkness that the fluorescent lights of VOLTRON had been blinding.

“Mmm... you ‘kay?”

Nosing into his neck, Keith was comfortably warm around his cold body. Kosmo was like a portable heater, he’d lay against Lance’s side, flipping his tail lazily as he huffed or snored up at him. Keith’s scent helped so much. It was his safety blanket that he couldn’t do without

“Macaroons”

“Baaaabe...”

Too cute. The huffy, sleepy way Keith tried to ask if they needed to see Coran about his continued morning sickness was something only Keith could fit into the way he said “babe”. His boyfriend was too cute. He’d tried hard to keep Lance on the outside of things while keeping him looped in. Lance felt as if he was betraying him seriously considering Coran’s offer. Not forever, but for a while, he might need to not be in Platt for everyone’s sake

“I’m okay”

“Mnmm... ‘ love you”

“I love you, too”

Sleeping late with no place to be, Lance tugged Keith into the shower with him. Sometimes he wondered if his boyfriend would remember to shower if he left him alone. Quickly washing the evidence of where he’d cut his hand in the guise of checking the water temperature, he jumped as Keith looped his arm around him, hand going to his belly

“Baby...”

“There’s two in there. And there’s about to be a big one in the shower”

Keith grunted at him, Lance pulling him under the running water. He’d never take private showers for granted again. It’d felt like he’d never showered so much in his life, even after his three month stint making death soil, but every time he felt like he could feel Sendak on him again, he found himself in there. Keith would come for him, pull his hands away from where he he’d scrubbed his skin almost raw and fill his sense with him instead.

Washing Keith’s hair, his boyfriend knelt before him. Resting his forehead against Lance’s stomach, his boyfriend was seriously being too cute. It’d become their thing. Their thing during their morning shower. Keith had been so excited to see the little swell. Lance hadn’t even noticed it during captivity, but it had been two weeks since that day. Digging his chin in lightly, Keith tilted his head back so Lance could rinse his hair out, humming as Lance played with the black locks. He loved and hated how perfectly Keith’s hair was with no special treatments

“Feel good?”

Keith hummed, that was a yes. They hadn’t tried to be sexually intimate since he’d come back, and Lance was honestly okay with that. He missed being comfortable enough to have sex with the man he loved. Keith had been so sure he’d been touched, Lance strongly shaking his head. They’d never stopped so low

“Want me to wash your back now? Your knees have to be getting sore from the tiles”

Keith pouted at him before kissing Lance’s stomach, Lance snorting at him fondly

“They’re still going to be in there. Come up here and let me wash you”

Washing Keith was easier than letting Keith wash him. When Keith would touch his lower back, he’d feel the phantom memory of the cattle prod against him. The front was fine, where he could see Keith. A ridiculous new fear to have. Kissing him more than washing him down, the shower puff fell to floor as Lance slung his arms over his boyfriend’s shoulders. They couldn’t help but react to each other, Keith getting flustered, breaking the kiss with a groan. Too cute... and too horny... Maybe he’d kept Keith waiting too long? Maybe he should talk to him about if he wanted to try?

“I think that means it’s coffee time”

“Mmm... kisses”

“You’ll get more kisses soon. Come on, Samurai, time for coffee and cuddles”

*

Making breakfast around having to make actual breakfast, they were living on food from the freezer, still there from the last time he’d stocked up his boyfriend’s fridge. Keith was human now, human and sexy in his black boxer briefs and black shirt.

“Lance, what happened here?”

Lance forgot about breaking the glass the previous night. That the evidence was in the sink, he’d thought Shiro would clean it up. He should have cleaned it up. Why hadn’t he gotten up before Keith and cleaned it up?

“I broke a glass... I’m sorry... Shiro came home this morning and I dropped it”

“Shiro’s supposed to let me know if he’s coming home”

Why couldn’t Keith have found the glass before he was awake and caffeinated. Drawing his knee up, Lance fidgeted with the mug of blood in front of him. Pidge, Hunk, Shiro and Krolia all donated blood to him while he’d been unconscious. The blood in his mug was freshish. Keith couldn’t keep giving him blood, but Coran had taken some from him, the bag in the fridge for breakfast. He didn’t have much choice and he didn’t want to go hungry again.

“Babe?”

Looking over to Keith, Keith smiled at him, opening his arms. Lance up and moving over into the hug. His boyfriend wasn’t mad. No one was going to show up with a cattle prod and gag

“Hey, it’s okay if you’re okay. It’s just a glass. Did you hurt yourself?”

“I cut my hand but it’s healed”

“Babe. You need to be careful. I’ll tell Shiro to make sure...”

“You don’t have to. It’s his home too... he probably thought we’d both be sleeping”

“That’s...”

“It’s not beside the point. It’s his home too”

“He said...”

Lance didn’t want him fighting with Shiro. He just wanted to enjoy the day with his boyfriend

“It’s okay. I’m okay. I was too tired to not jump”

There really needed to be a limit to this vomiting thing. And this thinking thing.

“Did you get much sleep at all?”

“Enough. I passed out when you cuddled me”

“We could go back to bed”

It was tempting, but Lance’s head was already far ahead of Keith in the thought chain. Coran putting him in protective custody would mean he felt unable to protect him, meaning that the Blades would be pulling out. If they were going back, Krolia would probably go back too. Curtis possibly with Shiro to testify over Lotor and Sendak... and if Shiro was going, Keith should go too. He’d be safer if he did. It wouldn’t be forever...

“Can we go for a drive today?”

They weren’t supposed to really be going out, but if they took shiro’s sedan it’d blend in with the rest of the white sedans in Platt

“Babe...”

“I know. I just want to get some air. We don’t even have to get out of the car”

He was being pushy. He’d tried hard not to be. He’d gone with the flow as much as possible

“I’ll have to check with Coran, is that okay?”

“Yeah. We don’t have to leave city limits... or the car...”

“I’ll tell him. Do you want to get dressed, and find me some pants? Unless you’re fine with driving around in your boxers and shirt?”

And his robe. He’d be fine not getting dressed any further if it meant he and Keith could go out. Matt had brought a heap of his stuff from home when Coran said he wouldn’t be going back to Garrison just yet. Pidge and Hunk were bummed out, they wanted to see him. Lance wanted his head on straight before the million questions and worried looks. If things had been safer he’d have asked to go see Mami. Mami was with Luis and Lisa for now, Luis didn’t know his house was being monitored. His brother was being a dick about phone calls, if he was lucky he’d manage to get Lisa who’d put Mami on for him. On the unlucky occasions Keith usually tried to get to the phone to grouch at Luis. Lance loved how much Keith loved Mami and that they’d been there for each other.

Kissing Keith on the cheek, Lance nodded as he asked

“Sweats?”

Sweats were comfy... sweats didn’t irritate his belly when he’d been throwing up

“Jeans. I have to pretend I’m adult enough to be taking care of you”

Fuck being an adult... Keith was a total bad arse hunter with amazingness oozing out of him

“You’re plenty adult for me”

Probably more of an adult that Lance had been being. Really. What kind of big bad vampire jumps at absolutely everything? He’d been so spacey he’d completely missed Shiro coming home

“I’d hope so. You’re kind of stuck with me at this point”

“Happily stuck with you. Don’t forget that”

“Mmm, that makes two of us. Oh, you need to finish your breakfast too. We don’t we get lunch while we’re out?”

They didn’t even know if they could go out... but Keith would figure a way to avoid cooking

“Babe... you are the best boyfriend ever”

[thethoughtsfromthreeam]

California

Pairing: Agent Whiskey/Jack Daniels x OC

Warnings: Mentions of bodily harm, implied sexy times

A/N:  A reminder that Parts 11 and 12 run concurrently from different view points.  I love this chapter and it was almost cathartic to write it.  While obviously this is all fiction, I think we can all follow Shirley’s lead in this chapter and show ourselves a little love.

Reminder: I haven’t seen Kingsman: The Golden Circle, so I’m just using the Wikia, IMDB.com, some gifs, and my own weird ass brain to make up this whole ass story.

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Part 12 

Forgiveness

Several hours after she killed Agent Port, now known as Kirsch, Shirley spent time with Dr. Orange talking about the ordeal.  She found herself worried that she felt no remorse over killing someone.  If anything, she felt like she could kick up her heels and dance a jig with Merlin. Was she an unfeeling monster like him at heart?

“No.”  Said Dr. Orange.  “Five years ago, you experienced a severe trauma and while you may have gotten your life back, a little part of it was still held captive by the experience. Knowing he was still out there has been dogging you this entire time.  He’s gone and now you’re free.”

“Free.”

“Yes, free.  As a therapist I should tell you differently, but I think I can bend the rules just this once.  Shirley, you did the right thing by killing him.  You saved more lives, your actions will give comfort to the families and co-workers of the agents missing or dead, and for the love of god, you’re free to live your life without fear.”

Shirley’s eyes teared up because she knew what Dr. Orange was saying was right.  She had been living, but not really.  She never left HQ alone on the rare moments she did leave, she was granted permission not to be sent to another office, and she turned the library into her life. Even her interactions with her friends and Jack were stunted, limited by the weight of her scars and the man on the run who caused them.  Now, she could be herself again.  A fully bloomed flower.  A sunshiny Marigold.

They talked at little longer and after a long hug, Shirley left the office feeling pounds lighter.  Free.

---***---

Several Days Later

 The sun pouring into the bedroom nudged Shirley awake and she slowly opened her eyes.  For the first time in years, waking up felt truly pleasurable and she remembered what it meant to feel rested.  She shifted a bit before stretching like a cat.  Jack’s arm tightened around her waist, but he never woke up and she could feel his even breaths against her neck.  She laid in bed a little longer before she got up.  Jack mumbled in his sleep but rolled over to his back and quieted down again.

She padded across the room to begin her morning routine, the same one she had since she moved into their apartment.  Gathering her clothes to dress elsewhere so Jack wouldn’t see her scarred body, she went into the bathroom to clean up.  After washing her face and brushing her teeth and hair, she began to strip out of the long pajamas that she slept in.  

As she bent over to take off her pants, her eye caught her reflection in the mirror.  She noticed the scars along her chest were faded to almost nothing, small specks of silver as if a fairy kissed her and left marks.  She surprised herself at the thought – so opposite of how she saw those scars all these years.  Kiss marks on her chest made her think of something completely different.

“Moonshine, you are killing me in that dress.”  Jack groaned.  The wrap dress she wore was simple enough, almost knee length with three quarter sleeves. A modest number in purple with white flowers dotted all over it.

“This dress?  You’ve seen more skin than this before.” She laughed even as he wrapped his arms around her, drawing her flush against him.  He bent down and kissed the laughter from her mouth and she gently placed her hands on his forearms.  When he lifted his head, they were both panting, with want pooling heavy in both their stomachs.

“I could fuck you in this dress right here.”  She sighed as his lips made their way down her neck and to her cleavage.  She rested her cheek against the top of his head and moaned a little.  They had to leave soon, but she didn’t want to move. She loved it when Jack kissed her, touched her.  It made her feel alive.

“Jack, baby.  I’ll let you fuck me every day in this dress when I get home from California.  But we got to go, we don’t want to be late for lunch. Champ wants the meeting to start on time and I need to prep before I leave tonight.  The case can’t wait.”  He groaned slightly before kissing back up the path he forged and for good measure, kissed her again on the lips.

“You’re free.”  She whispered to herself.  She stripped off the rest of her clothing and as she stood there in just her underwear, she forced her eyes to really look at her body.  The one she had hidden away from everyone, even Jack.  It took many long months before she let him touch her intimately again, but rarely fully naked or in the light.  And even then, she still flinched at his touch and sometimes found herself fretting over Jack’s opinion of her body despite never been given a reason to do so.  The brain convinces us of the strangest things.

She turned her body this way and that, looking at healed scars.  Most of the back of her was covered in a network of scarred skin that had been burned in the explosion.  But after so many years, the skin had softened and didn’t look nearly as horrible as she remembered.  God, how long had it been since she really looked at herself?  The long scar along her hip was barely visible and she really couldn’t be certain where they had cut her open to insert the stabilizing rods in her ribs.

Had she really spent so much time fearing her own body that she completely ignored the healing of it?  The thought sobered her greatly.  All these years and she never once forgave herself for surviving.  She never once celebrated her body as it healed from devastating trauma.

Today would end that.  

---***---

She stood in front of the floor length mirror and started with her toes, wiggling them.  She smiled, she always thought she had cute toes and looking at them, they still were. Her eyes dragged up to her ankles and then her calves.  She smiled wider when she saw a small round scar on the side of her left calf.  It was her first one after her cousin accidentally shot her in the leg with a BB gun when she was four.

“Boone, I told you not to point that damn thing in the house!” Aunt Lisa hollered through the kitchen.  “If you don’t take that back to the damn shed, I’m gonna toss it into the damn landfill.”

“Okay, momma, no need to get huffy!”  Boone rolled his eyes and started to turn when he tripped, fell, and dropped the gun.  It went off, pinging against the stove and hitting Marigold, who was sitting on the table, in the leg.  She started to wail at the pain and began screaming when she saw the blood.

Aunt Lisa turned around in horror as Marigold’s mother soothed her child. Lisa’s eyes narrowed and she whipped her head around to look at her idiot son.  Boone took one look at his mother and ran out of the house screaming.

Shirley quietly giggled at the memory.  Her cousin was such a ridiculous creature and when she wanted to be silly, she’d recreate the scene for her friends. She turned the memory over in her mind before moving on.

There were her knees and her thighs.  They were softer these days, like everything else about her.  She wasn’t young anymore and stationary work was more her speed.  But they were strong and for a moment she had a memory of Jack’s head being cradled between them.  Her breath caught in her throat.

She kept going, looking at her hips and the swell of her mound under her panties.  She lightly touched herself and thought of all the times she woke up with Jack’s head laying on this very spot, snoring softly while his hands curled lightly around her hips.  He would claim he never slept better than on those nights.

Higher her eyes went to her soften belly, rounded and almost cute. Her waist was as straight as a board as it always had been, but Jack didn’t care.  He loved wrapping his arms around it when they hugged or slept side by side in bed.  She could almost feel his touch and her breath hitched again.

Her eyes dragged upwards to her breasts, where more of those little silver scars dotted her skin.  Like her stomach and thighs, there was a new softness that had settle there.  She decided the softness more was suited to her than it had ever been.  She thought of the time Jack ghosted his fingertips along her skin, tracing circles until her nipples peaked and she was breathless with want.  When he stopped touching her, she nearly cried, but gasped when he replaced his hands with his mouth.  She remembered her eyes opening wide with shock and pleasure, taking in the deep blue Wyoming sky above her.  She felt as if heaven settled all around her that day.

Grinning now, she scraped her eyes to her neck, where the scars wrapped around from the back.  She touched the skin and felt saddened at the loss of surface feeling.  She had loved it when Jack lightly placed his lips against the side of her neck and around to the back.  But the scaring was lighter and if there had been no wrinkling of the skin, one would never know she had been burned there.

Shirley held out her arms and looked at the three treated cuts on her left arm. Cuts that would also heal quietly back into nothing.  The slightly scarred skin of her upper arms smoothed out into her delicate hands.  She always had small hands, but they were capable. Capable enough to kill a man.  Her eyes flew back to her face a moment, but she felt nothing.  It was a moment in time and now it was gone.  She reminded herself that these same hands built her beloved library and were cradled by her friends in dark hours.  These hands were full of tenderness when they’d lightly skim across Jack’s face and down his neck and even lower.  He loved her hands, they brought him to ecstasy many times over.

She looked back at her face.  She had the comfortable softness of a woman in her thirties, where time reminded her of a life lived and yet of all the time left to live.  That she will live because she is here, breathing and alive. She was convinced her face even looked more radiant than it ever had, realizing that she carried the weight of worry on it for so long.  Her blue eyes seemed to sparkle at the thought.  They looked upwards after a moment.

Her hair was always a mousy brown, but this morning the sun highlighted the many silver strands that wove through it.  Most women avoided grays like the plague, but she ran her hands through her hair and smiled.  She loved them because she couldn’t wait to go grey – a salt and pepper look would better fit her than the current brown every could.  But she loved all of it, it was long and soft to the touch.  Jack could run his fingers through it for hours and she’d never tell him to stop.

She stepped back and looked at herself in the mirror again.  Wrapping her arms around her waist and dropping her chin to her chest, Shirley closed her eyes, giving herself the hug she deserved so much.  Digging deep into herself, she banished negative thoughts about her body.

“I love you.”

[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

Down 7th Street

Clint Barton x Reader

A/N: commission for my love @girl-next-door-writes

Summary: It’s obvious to everyone but you how Clint feels. 

Clint was staring; he was trying hard not to but the sound of your tongue clicking every time you started to speak kept distracting him from his morning coffee. He sat quietly at the kitchen island, while you chatted away with Steve about something he could not make out. Clint left his hearing aids in his room and he was regretting it now because he desperately wanted to know what Steve and you were talking about. He wasn’t jealous, just a little, but everyone knew the two of you had this platonic friendship; Steve and you were constantly at each other’s sides and that made it difficult for Clint to get any alone time with you.

“Clint?” His eyes jerked away from his cup of coffee to see you standing near the kitchen island, a soft smile on your face. “You don’t have your aids on, do you?”

He shook his head and smiled. “I needed coffee more than hearing when I got up this morning.”

Steve laughed and said he was going to hit the gym, asking if you wanted to come along. You said yeah, but you wanted to eat first. “Alright, see you in a bit.” Steve pointed a finger at Clint and grinned. “Barton, get those hearing aids on.”

You watched as Steve left the kitchen and turned to Clint, watching as he took a long sip of brew. “Do you want to go out to the bar tonight?’

“Depends on what bar – Kenny’s tap is crap and the dive near the pizzeria is overrun by hipsters who have beards down to their ankles.”

“You are so grumpy,” you laughed, pushing away from the counter. “We’re all going to Pete’s on 7th.”

“We?” Clint tried to hide the disappointment in tone, because like an idiot, he thought you meant just the two of you. He thought it was so obvious, how much he liked you – every chance he had, he would try to spend time with you. He loved making you laugh but his favorite past time with you was watching Netflix in the living room while everyone slept. Each of you would pick a movie to watch late into the night and eventually you would fall asleep, head on his shoulder. He never moved, even when you started to snore – it felt nice and usually he would wait until the movie was over before laying you down on the couch and covering you up with a throw blanket before he left to his room. In the morning, you would look so cute with bed head and sleepy eyes, asking for a cup of coffee – which he had ready every time.

“Yeah, Rogers, Romanoff, the whole gang. So, you in or what, Grumpy Pants?’

Clint smiled then and said yeah, that he’d be ready at seven. You grinned and reached over to playful smack the side of his face. He laughed and pushed your hand away, telling you to go and work out with Steve.

“Fine, I know when I’m not wanted,” you teased, giving him a wink as you moved away from him. You started to walk out the door, but he said your name with a sigh. Turning, you smiled sweetly at the man, hand on your hip. “What was that?”

 “I said you want some bacon and eggs?’

You loved Clint’s cooking; it was downright sinful – that man knew his way around a kitchen, and he was always making you food without being asked. There were times when you would find a great book and spend hours in your quarters reading, living off tortilla chips until Clint would knock on your door.

“Everyone thinks you’re dead.”

“I’m not dead, I’m just lost in fiction.”

Clint smiled at the way you barely glanced up from the book, just enough to see the tray of food he had brought. It was enough for you to put down the book, asking him what he had.

“I know I’m deaf, but I didn’t know you were blind,” he teased, moving over to the bed. He asked if he could sit and you nodded, smiling when he placed the tray down – it was all finger foods you could eat while reading. “Figured you could use actual food; Natasha said all the smut you’re reading might make you hungry.”

“I hate her,” you grumbled, reaching for a baby carrot. “I’m not reading smut; I’m reading Little Women.”

“Never read it.”

“I’ve read it a dozen times; I can start over and you can listen?” Clint’s eyes widen for a moment, until you leaned back into the headboard and held up the book. “Or do you have something better to do?”

He pretended to think about it and shrugged. “Sure.”

You waited for him to get comfortable next to you, his shoulder against yours and the tray of food on his lap. He passed you another carrot and you grinned, clearing your throat as you started the book all over.

“Make it French toast and you can enjoy my company.”

Clint rolled his eyes but got up from his chair. “Fine, you little brat.”

….

Clint sat next to Natasha, watching as you played pool with Steve and Sam. His eyes fixated on the corner of your mouth, the way it lifted every time you laughed. He smiled down at his lap, unable to contain the joy he felt from seeing you enjoying yourself.

“You should just tell her; you are obviously in love with her.”

“If I tell her how I feel, I lose her as a friend and that’s just not worth it.”

“Come one, Barton,” she chuckled, scooting closer to him. “I know how you feel about her, I see it every time you look at her.

His eyes wandered back to you, Steve was twirling you around to the music and pissing Sam off because the two of you kept bumping into him as he attempted to take his turn at the pool table. Clint sighed and glanced over to his best friend, her eyebrow up in amusement.

“What else can I do? I’ve tried everything in my power to show her how I feel, but it’s obvious she doesn’t feel the same way.”

“Maybe she’s just not seeing it, you have to be upfront.”

Clint snorted and took a drink, eyes glued to your back as Steve and you left the pool table and walked toward the back bar. He followed the pair of you for a few seconds before sighing and tipping his head back, eyes squinting at the lights above. The bar was too nosey or maybe he just wanted to hear nothing but his thoughts, either way, he reached a hand up and turned off his hearing aid.

He had been as upfront as he could, maybe you just weren’t into him – maybe the two of you were better off as friends, at least then he could still be in your life.

…

The bar was roaring with voices and music, Steve had his arm slung around your shoulder as the two of you walked over to the bar to order a round of beer. You were already a bit buzzed from the shots you had taken with Natasha and Sam, and Steve being all huffy puffy when someone bumped into you made you laugh.

“Relax, Captain America. I don’t want to have to defend you in another bar fight,” you said.

“That was a misunderstanding,” he laughed, slipping his arm off you. He asked the bartender for two more pitchers of beer and nudge you with an elbow. “So, when are we going to talk the bedroom eyes Barton’s been giving you all night.”

You snorted and gave Steve a confused look. “I thought you couldn’t get drunk?”

Steve smirked, pulling out a few bills when the bartender placed the pitchers on the counter. “Thanks, man,” he said, turning to you. He passed one pitcher to you and shrugged. “Come on, everyone knows Barton has a thing for you, why do you think he follows you around like a puppy?’

“HE DOES NOT.”

“You know, I thought you were smarter than that,” Steve said, motioning for you to follow him back to the table. “Maybe you should get your eyes checked.”

“Maybe you should stop being rude to your best friend,” you snapped back playfully. Steve stopped walking and grabbed you by the elbow, pulling you off to the side. He told you to open your eyes and see what’s been right in front of you for years. “And what is that, Steve?”

“All these years, Clint’s been the one that’s always there for you. Remember when you got drunk at Tony’s birthday party?”

“Yeah, I threw up on the side of the yacht.”

Steve chuckled. “Clint was the one that took care of you for the rest of the night, he cleaned you up and sat with you while the rest of us enjoyed the party. Or that time your grandma got sick and he flew back home with you, stayed with you the entire two weeks.”

“My family loved him…”

You remembered those two weeks, it was awful – in and out of the hospital for days, until your grandma had passed.

Clint never left your side, especially that night; he held you as you sobbed into his jacket and took you back to your childhood home. Your parents had set the two of you up in your old room, even when you insisted the two of you weren’t dating. Clint had offered to the floor, but you said it was silly and you shared the bed. That night, after he had brought you home from the hospital, he took off your shoes and coat, got you into bed. He was going to go downstairs to make you some coffee, but you called out to him.

“Don’t leave me, Clint.”

It broke his heart that night, hearing the sorrow in your voice, so he closed the bedroom door and got into bed with you. He waited for you to say something but all you did was scoot closer to him, your back into his chest and he held you through the tears until you pass out.

It wasn’t just that time, there were countless times Clint had been there for you, even the late-night movie sessions that ended with you waking up the next morning alone and feeling disappointed for some reason. Now, as Steve went on about Clint and you, it hit you like a tequila shot.

“Oh, shit,” you yelled over the sound of the music and voices, and Steve raised an eyebrow at the outburst. It all made sense now, the trembling in the pit of your stomach whenever Clint was around. You never thought much of it, because Clint was your friend and had been for so long, but now, now it all started to click. Sure, you had dated here and there, but nothing ever lasted. You always found something wrong with the person, ending things quickly and going home to binge watch movies with Clint – it was always him.

“Realization is a real son of a bitch, isn’t it?”

You looked at Steve and smiled. “Only if what you’re realizing is bad, but I just got my head out of my ass, and I feel like I’m breathing for the first time.”

“Thanks for the image,” Steve muttered. “Come on, let’s go delivery these beers.”

Feeling a wave of nervousness as the two of you walked through the crowd back to the table, but your heart dropped when you saw that Clint wasn’t around. Natasha and Sam were sitting at the table talking, and when you asked where Clint went, Nat sighed.

“Wasn’t feeling so hot, he said he’d walk home.” She must have noticed the way your face dropped because she said he had just left. “You probably could catch up to him.”

You glanced over to Steve, who nodded with a smile. “Go on, we’ll still be here.”

Handing over the pitcher to Sam, you winked at your best friend and took off through the bar. You exited out to the street, it was busy with people flowing in and out of the bar, but you knew the way back to the Tower. Taking a left, you hurried down the pavement and ran down the street, hoping to spot Clint. When you got to the corner, you saw a figure crossing the street – he was wearing a leather jacket and just by the way he was walking, you knew it was Clint. You called to him, looking both ways before chasing after him.

“Clint!”

He didn’t even flinch and the thought that he was ignoring you crossed your mind, and it made you want to go back to the bar but there was no turning back now – you weren’t a quitter. So you ran faster and when you were close enough, you grabbed him by the shoulder. He whirled around quickly, eyes wide in surprise as you laughed and said something.

“WHAT?”

Taking a breath, you laughed and stepped up to the mind, reaching a hand to his ear. He stood still as you turned on his aides and grinned. “I’ve been chasing you down 7th, Barton.”

“I’m sorry,” he chuckled, asking what you were doing.

“I don’t know, I mean…” you fumbled around with your words, until you took a deep breath and calmed the nerves rattling in your stomach. “Listen, I don’t know how much what Steve said was true, maybe it was obvious to everyone but me – I just think subconsciously I didn’t want to mess up our friendship, because you’re such a great friend, Clint – “

“- I get it,” he interrupted, lips pursed into a small smile. “We’re friends, we’re really good friends.”

‘I don’t wanna be friends,” you blurted out, laughing when his face fell. “I mean, I don’t want to be just friends. I – I mean, the thought of kissing you doesn’t gross me out.”

Clint laughed than, shaking his head as he stepped closer to you. “So, I don’t gross you out, that’s great.”

“It is,” you assured him, lifting your hands to his face. “It’s really great.”

His eyes, warm and inviting, stared in yours – a wave of relief flushed over your body and when his head moved closer to yours, your eyes closed. His lips were warm against yours, like his body that night he held you tight and he let you cry until there was nothing left in your eyes. Clint had been such an important person in your life, that you hadn’t realized you were longing for him as much as he was for you. All that time wasted, but it didn’t matter now.

Because everything was going to be great.

[natashasbanner]

Rise and Shine

@misswhovian101 asked: Prompt: Bruce is teasing Natasha, and being very sassy about it. And every time Natasha gets huffy mad about it Bruce just kisses her cause he finds it so adorable.

Also on AO3 

Sunlight streamed the blinds and Bruce blinked against the harsh rays. He closed his eyes and yawned, cracking one open to glance at his alarm clock. It was almost ten am, earlier than he’d risen all week. In the absence any global catastrophes or any real purpose on the team, Bruce was taking full advantage of the time he had to rest.

He rolled onto his back and was almost startled to realize why he’d been woken up. Natasha was still asleep beside him, her light snoring filling the quiet room. She shifted in her sleep and her cold feet brushed against the back of his calf. Bruce shivered, but smiled to himself.

It wasn’t often that he woke up and she was still in bed with him. Alarm or not, she rose with the sun, or more often than not before. He always knew when she got up, but could never drag himself out of bed. The only times she’d linger were when she didn’t have anything to do that day or after a long mission.

She hadn’t been on a mission in awhile so he scooted across the mattress to wrap his arm around her waist. He could tell she was actually sleeping from her even breathing, but he knew she’d be annoyed if she slept all day. So he didn’t feel bad about what he had planned.

He pressed a kiss to her neck and she shifted and mumbled something unintelligible. He leaned up and looked over to see her eyes were still closed. He smirked and kissed her cheek this time. Her nose wrinkled and she turned away from him, shoving his chest.

“I’m sleeping,” she grumbled, tugging the blanket over her head.

“It’s almost ten,” he whispered.

“So.” Her voice was muffled by the thick comforter.  “Go back to sleep.”

“I don’t think I will.”

He reached under the blanket and poked her side. She squirmed but didn’t move from under the blanket.

“Let me sleep,” she groaned and kicked her foot back against his shin.

Bruce chuckled and fell back against the mattress. He let his hand fall to her waist over the blanket and softly stroked. She hummed and pulled the blanket down a little so that her red hair poked out of the top. He moved his hand from her waist to twirl a strand around his finger.

He knew she was awake now and leaned in close to whisper in her ear.

“Do you remember about three weeks ago when you woke me up to go jogging with you?” he asked and heard her sigh.

“No.”

“I think you do,” he said and sat up, leaning over her with one hand on either side of her body. “Consider this pay back.”

“Don’t you dare,” she warned, sounding much more awake.

But it was too late, Bruce yanked the blanket away from her and ducked in to lightly nip at her neck and face. She squirmed under him, her face scrunched up with her eyes closed.

“Bruce,” she huffed and tried to push him off, but her had her pinned.

She stopped moving and he kissed her lips softly. She was breathless, but opened her eyes to look up at him.

“Are we even?” she asked, yawning.

Bruce smiled and lowered himself to his elbows. “We are.”

“Okay then,” she said and her face morphed into a sneaky little smirk.

Bruce’s face fell and before he could react, her thighs were clamped around his hips and she flipped him on his back. She hovered over him, her hair tickling his face.

“I’m awake now, what do you want?”

He smirked. “I could think of a few things.”

She leaned in close, but stopped only a hair away from his lips.

“Not going to happen,” she said and climbed off of him.

She crossed the room to the bathroom and stopped in the doorway to look over her shoulder at him.

“Don’t mess with me, Banner,” she warned with a raised eyebrow.

“But it’s so fun,” he said with a smirk of his own. “And you’re cute.”

Her eyes softened and she turned around.

“Flattery will get you everywhere.”

He sat up and patted her pillow. “Come back to bed.”

“I thought you wanted me to wake up?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I’m not ready to get out of bed,” he said and yawned, sliding down a little.

Natasha walked back over and rounded the bed to climb in on her side. She slid over until she was pressed against his side.

“Maybe a few more minutes,” she conceded and Bruce saw her eyes close.

Bruce slid onto his back and held her close. He kissed the tip of her nose and watched her face scrunch up again.

“Stop it,” she said. “Or I’ll go sleep in my own room tonight.”

Bruce chuckled. “I’m done. I swear.”

“I can’t help it sometimes,” he admitted. “I love you too much,” he added, quieter.

She didn’t say anything, but he caught her smiling when he looked down. He closed his eyes and wondered what he ever did to deserve this chance with her.

[cynical-bee]

i dare to you to answer all the asks :b

1.) Last kiss - John2.) Last phone call- Nen 3.) Last Text - Kyle 4.) Last song you listened to- Landslide duet by Stevie Nicks and Harry Styles its the bomb.com5.) Last time you cried- last night6.) Dated someone twice- no but ive only ever been in 2 real relationships. 7.) been Cheated on- More times than I like to say. 8.) Self harmed- I used to have a big problem with self harm but ive been okay for 3 and a half years now and im really proud of myself for it tbh9.) Lost someone special- Yeah.10.) Been depressed- Ha. yeah.11.) Been drunk and threw up- nope i have never thrown up from drinking too much.12.) had sex- yeah13.) How many people have you had sex with this year- none14.) Made a new friend- a couple 15.) Laughed until you cried- dude so many times 16.)Met someone who changed you- actually yeah a couple people have changed me for the better and a couple have affected me in negative ways too. but mostly for the better 17.) Found out who your true friends are- HA yeah. 18.) found out someone was talking about you? - honestly happens alot more than I think it does.19.) what did you do for your last birthday- I was in my dorm cause college and i watched netlix and ordered takeout for myself.20.) What time did you wake up today- 1:30 pm21.) Name something you CANNOT wait for- honestly its for top gun 2 to come out i love tom cruise. 22.) Last time you saw all your siblings at the same time- its never happened. i have alot of siblings that i dont know or want to know.23.) What is one thing you wish you could change about your life- i wish certain things never happened. 24.) what are you listening to right now? - the wind outside and my dog snoring25.) when is the last time you had sex- Im not really sure tbh i think around christmas break i guess idk i try to forget after it happens tbh.26.) whose getting on your nerves rn- a spider on my wall is slowly making its way towards me and im getting huffy bout it 27.) most visited webpage- Tumblr.com/dashboard28.) favorite color- Turqouise, i can never pick between blue or green and turqouise seems like its a good middle ground. but i love red too 29.) nicknames- Lou, Louie, Loucifer, Louregard, Bee, Cyni, LouLou, Lizzy, Laur, LaurLaur, Thunder, Tank, Abrams30.) Relationship status- Single 31.) Zodiac sign- virgo -Libra cusp 32.) Male or Female- I would rather not answer tbh33.) Primary school- Meadows elementary, clark elementary, Fort Dix elementary, St. Mary of the lakes.34.) Secondary school- Paul VI35.) College- PBA 36.) Eye Color- Green37.) Height- 5′3 and ½38.) Do you have a crush on someone- nope i just am trying to live i have fleeting moments where im like wow this person is cute but no crushes 39.) what do you like about yourself- im empathetic 40.) Piercings- i had my ears pierced 5 times but my skin was too sensitive  and rejected it each time41.) tattoos- im getting my first one soon 42.) right or lefty- i’m ambidextrous which means i am both (its literally only cause i had alot of broken wrists growing up) 43.) first piercing- My ears 44.) first best friend- Macy Nowakowski45.) First hookup- …46.) eating right now- nothing i had icecream a couple hours ago 47.) drinking right now - nothing 48.) im about to- go to sleep 49.) listening to- the keepers on netflix 50.) waiting for - this to be over Nen there are so many fucking questions 51.) Do you want kids in the future- i mean im not sure maybe one day but rn i think i shouldnt have kids 52.) Do you want to get married - I dont think anyone could ever truly love me and the only way i would ever get married is if my partner and i were in love and it was a strong healthy relationship so who the fuck knows about the future but rn i say no53.) career - i want to be a botanist plant science is where its at my dudes its just so amaze 54.) Lips or eyes - thats really tough but probably lips and then eyes depending on the person55.)hugs or kisses- I like hugs better 56.) shorter or taller- i guess taller? i like being shorter than the person im with but honestly it doesnt matter plus i wish i was taller like in general so lets go with taller 57.) older or younger- honestly i dont care as long as the age difference isnt more than 2 years. 58.) romantic or spontaneous - Both i like both and i think people can do both and be both its wonderful 59.) Nice stomach or nice arms- if i like someone theyre body is gonna be nice to me no matter what i do appreciate nice muscles but its not a big deal for me 60.) sensitive or loud- Im pretty sensitive but i can be loud too i think people can be both and like i said if i like the person im with it wont matter to me i dont have a preference as long as they dont yell in a library its all good 61.) hook-up or relationship- i dont do random hookups so relationship. 62.) kissed a stranger- does getting kissed by strangers count? cause if so then yes 63.) drank hard liquor- yes maam 64.) lost glasses- SO MANY TIMES 65.) had sex - Yep yep 66.) broken someones heart- i think i have once. 67.) been arrested- never and i hope i never am68.) turned someone down- dude, so many times.69.) cried when someone died- im scared of death, i cry when i read the news man. i cant handle death. 70.) fallen for a friend- Yikes 71.) do you believe in yourself- sometimes 72.) do you believe in miracles- i believe they can happen73.) do you believe in love at first sight? - nope i think thats dumb 74.) do you believe in heaven- yes to an extent i believe in an afterlife 75.) do you believe in santa claus- ha i like to pretend i do for my little cousins theyre adorable76.) do you believe in kissing on the first date- uhm i had my first fully consensual kiss last year. i guess no? but honestly i dont know. 77.)do you believe in angels- not really i believe in demons though78.) How would you label yourself?- uhm gay?79.) Someone you pray for everyday- i dont pray. God never answered me or helped me so i stopped believing a long time ago.  80.) Did you sing today- Heck yeah i dont think i go a day without singing 81.) Who from all of your exs have you cared the most about- a person 82.) if you could go back in time how far would you go- i would go back to when my mom was in highschool and stop her from ever meeting my dad so she wouldnt have to have gone through everything she did. 83.) out of everything in the world what do you wish for- happiness and freedom84.) are you afraid of falling in love- Im more afraid of the people that say they love me85.) do you like the way you look- nope. i weigh about 135 lbs and im football player thick. its annoying.