#i want to rub his back and tuck him into bed with a lil forehead kiss

[yurozo]

what could have been (chris redfield oneshot)

description: chris made the biggest mistake of his life letting you walk out of it, and he's determined to make it right this time.

a/n: there really isn't enough fanfic about chris redfield and i am more than determined to change that. this man is sooo underappreciated. about: gn!reader/little physical description/no use of y/n. fluff, with very minor angsts, and a few mentions of in-canon violence.

it was an unsettling thing to walk away from you. but that was the way it always worked— you went one way while he went the other. a research laboratory on the other side of the city beckoned you over, studying accessible cures to viruses that chris had dedicated his life to eradicating. ever intertwined, despite the miles between you at all times.

on the other hand, chris spent his time travelling from place to place, never truly settling in washington due to the unbidden fear of having to leave it again. familiarity was a privilege unbeknownst to him, the mortal atlas condemned to carrying the world on his shoulders. he could at least enjoy knowing that if you ever needed a place, you would know where it was. and despite everything, he was rather proud of the way he matured. he was more fit than he was back in s.t.a.r.s- not entirely of his own accord, mind you- and eons more responsible.

watching every person you've ever cared about lose that twinkle in their eye did that to people.

and he didn't hate his job, contrary to popular belief. founding the b.s.a.a is among his crowning achievements, and allowed him to enact some real change. along with paying him a decent salary.

he supposed, bioweapons notwithstanding, that adulthood had changed him. long gone is the foul-mouthed air force pilot, and in its place stood a true soldier. safe and solid, protecting and proud. it was more so the person he imagined you would be into, someone dependable that could protect you if the need arose. truth be told, everything he did back in the s.t.a.r.s was with a side glance in your direction, desperately hoping you were watching him the same way he was secretly watching you.

the two of you kept minimal contact throughout the years, limited to the occasional 'how are you' and 'work's been good'. you always let him know of any major life changes, and he always contacted you after a mission, however brief, to sate your anxieties of whether or not to look for his name in an obituary. you pointedly never mentioned your dating life, but the very thought of someone vying for your attention made chris a little sick to his stomach.

call him possessive, call him crazy, for helplessly pining for a girl who was just slightly nicer to him than everyone else at the police department. what he did know is that the only suppression to that boiling feeling in his gut was the unbridled joy that filled him whenever he saw your contact name show up in his notifications. an indicator that you thought of him, however briefly.

in some parallel universe, he would be standing outside your balcony playing some queen song with terrible audio on an even shittier boombox, and you would be awed and wooed by his grand romantic gesture. you would run down from the balcony and plant one on him, and he would swing you around in his arms and there would be nothing but the two of you. no bioweapons, no blood staining his hands, no nightmares about finding you dead in the middle of a ruined city. but he lived in this world, where he was too old and too tired to indulge in those fantasies.

he was a man. he was also a soldier, and therefore, a realist.

so, when you texted him about being in the washington area and wanting to meet up for a day, chris had spent two days drawing three viable conclusions.

1.) this was an elaborate dream made up by a combat-addled mind to live out some younger, unbridled fantasy of his,

2.) this was a cruel prank by some twisted fuck that somehow knew how much he clung to you over the years,

3.) the final, and least likely conclusion: that there was some part of you that missed him as much as he missed you.

he wants to cross the third one off by instinct, but something in his heart adamantly refuses. that sparkling hope in his chest is something he's not particularly looking to stamp out just yet, so he chooses to simply let it burn until it probably would just consume him entirely. by the time he reaches the bar you both agreed on meeting at, he's been so wrapped up in determining your motivations that he's caught entirely unprepared by the sight of you.

you were sitting there, chin in your hands as you mindlessly tapped on the glass in front of you. probably waiting for a while, given your propensity for being unbearably early to social gatherings. you always did have a distaste for tardiness, even if chris was technically five minutes early. the same endearing furrow in your brow makes chris falter in his steps, taking a moment to truly absorb you for the first time in years.

fuck, you were gorgeous. the kind that had other tripping over themselves just to bask in your presence. hell, chris was one of them. always had been.

that same simmering boil of jealousy that used to arise every time that he watched some civilian lean over the reception desk, speaking to you in hushed tones as they preened in your attention, sparks to a roaring fire. he has to remind himself that things are different now; you had lived a whole other life without him, and he's had to learn to survive without you.

he briefly entertains the thought that his absence affected you in the same way. this gnawing feeling that something vital to his very being was lost somewhere in the wreckage of raccoon city.

your face had matured over the years too— jaw set a little sharper, eyes a little duller, the faint lines of age beginning to appear on your skin. you're still gazing somewhere far away by the time he musters up the courage to approach the table, hesitant like you'll reach over the table and sink your teeth into his arm like a-

no. bad chris. no talking shop here.

you don't seem to notice him as he approaches, still staring down at the table like it will speak to you if you glare at it long enough.

"seem lost in thought." chris gives you the most dazzling smile he can muster, full of charm eased by age. while his body language is casual as he slides into the booth next to you, his mind has gone blissfully blank.

your thigh is touching his. oh god, you're wrapping your arms around him before he can think of something suave to say. your action is immediately reciprocated by strong arms pulling you closer, tucking you into his chest like he wants you to live in it forever.

god, he fucking missed this. seeing you, touching you with a familiarity he thought was long lost.

"i missed you," you murmur, letting your cheek smush into his collarbone.

"missed you too," he laughs, bright and warm. all the tension from his job immediately eases in your hold, and he lets himself squeeze you tighter and tighter, like a serpent desperately trying to stay out of the damnation of hell.

"jesus, chris. you got huge."

chris frowns as you pull back from him and start squeezing his arms appreciatively. he has no choice but to let you manhandle him, silently relishing in the way your eyes trace across the contours of his body. he is proud of it, even if he hates the reason why he felt the need to train this much in the first place.

the only way to stop wesker, to try and make the fight on level terms. he never told you about that either, keeping the details concise, knowing that you would have gotten on the first place to washington if you heard his plans of hunting their former boss. you had once admired the captain the same way chris did, and the knowledge of what had to happen would have crushed you.

that shoulder of burden can lay squarely on him.

"you know how it is," he answers instead, taking a sip from your glass. something sugary and way too sweet for his taste. "work never stops."

"tell me about it." the glass is then swapped to your hands. "i'm pretty sure i've huffed enough chemicals to send me to an early grave."

if anyone is going to rot eight feet below the earth soon, he thinks, it's most definitely not going to be you. he's been running from that ticking clock for far too many years.

"but you do good work." he grins, waving down a bartender and ordering a simple whiskey. on the rocks, top shelf, because he's a classy guy.

"we do good work." you remind him.

"fine." he concedes, hunching slightly over the table. "we're both patron saints."

a bright smile is what he gets in response, one that has his heart stuttering and tripping over in his chest. he can't help but give you a slightly goofy one in return. everything feels like as it should be. you're here, alive, and he is here, slightly less alive but feeling like he's finally able to breathe.

—

in retrospect, three-drink chris was probably not the best choice for tonight. one-drink chris is a little chattier than usual, but still relatively normal. two-drink chris loves music, always tapping his feet or bobbing his head to whatever song is playing. and three-drink chris might just be the most impulsive person on the planet.

the entire time you drive him home, which you insist on, chris has his head turned to you with the most obviously love-struck look in his eyes. the entire world around him seems to dull to a faint hum, instead focusing on that frustrating smile of yours as you recount some time that a coworker of yours accidentally put whatever chemical in something solution, causing a lab-wide evacuation.

like he said, impulsive. no more little voice in his head warning him to be subtle.

no more voices in his head screaming the songs of the damned.

he's honestly only half-listening. and only half-paying attention it seems, because you give him a questioning look when the car pulls into his driveway and he makes no move to get out. a nervous laugh escapes him then, breaking the awkward silence in your car like a clap of thunder.

"this was nice," you say eventually, lips upturned in a sort of half-smile. endearing, even cute.

"it was," he nods, trying desperately to keep this moment going as long as it can. just the thought of leaving you again after spending years drowning in the emptiness gives him a headache. chris spent enough time dawdling around like an idiot, going so far as to refuse to change phone numbers in the small chance you would never contact him again.

you're picking at your nails during his internal monologue, that same worried pinch forming between your brows. you're, once again, the one to break the silence. "chris, i-"

his lips are on yours then. thick hands curled around your neck, keeping you in place for one second, then two, then three.

his eyes are still squeezed shut when he pulls away.

"fuck," he whispers, jolting back like you had slapped him. "i'm sorry, i just have wanted to do that for a while, and i couldn't let you go away again without doing something."

"chris."

"i know it was stupid, and impulsive," he keeps going, purposefully avoiding eye contact. "i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, i just-

"chris," the stern tone of your voice is enough to make him stop mid-ramble, peering up at you hopefully. you only laugh in response, before raising your hand to the nape of his neck. his hair is longer than you remember it being. just another way he's changed.

"yeah." he sighs, defeated. just another part of his life that he's royally fucked up. another friend he's going to lose, and this time it's not to circumstances out of his control. not because of bloodshed or shitty calls. this one is purely on him, because he really does lose all sense around you.

instead of slapping him, or yelling at him, like he expects you to— you take pity on him. "are you going to shut the hell up and kiss me?"

there's another long stretch of silence then, the only sign that chris even heard you is the glimmer of hope twinkling in his eye.

"fuck yeah, i am." he smiles, before pulling you into him again.

[suguruverse]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ nobody else but you ! or jjk boys as your boyfriend

gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, fushiguro toji

notes — f!reader, mostly just fluff / not proofread at all lol i was gonna write three for each but i got a lil lazy so here you go !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ gojo satoru

satoru is the type of boyfriend to... have no concept of personal space, constantly having his arms wrapped around your waist, a subtle hand on the small of your back or your hands intertwined as he leads you through a busy crowd, his head resting on your chest while his hand rubs your back soothingly. he just loves to feel your skin on his!! always!!

satoru is the type of boyfriend to... be a little bit of a picky eater but love love loves it when you feed him literally anything . it brings him so much joy to think that you’re willing to give up some of your food for lil ol him. he is willing to ignore foods that are the bane of his existence if it meant you were feeding him. and when you tilt your head asking if it was good, he will painfully choke back his food but still give you that same bright smile he always does. after all he can sacrifice a few trips to the bathroom if it meant he could always see your excited face wanting him to try your new food combinations.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ geto suguru

suguru is the type of boyfriend to... absolutely melt whenever you space out during conversations, only to look up to him with a small "hmm?" followed by a sheepish grin. he lives for the giggle you let out as he pinches your cheek then smoothing over the skin on your cheek with his thumb, cupping your face in his hands, repeating his words for you once more.

suguru is the type of boyfriend to... be able to communicate with you without even saying much at all. he prides himself on being able to read your mind and facial expressions to a tee. even with a small crinkle of your forehead, slightly moving your body closer to him or even if you breathe differently, TRUSTTTT he will always know if he needs to step in and ask you what’s wrong or to let you figure out your own thing.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ kento nanami

kento is the type of boyfriend to... love going on cute little coffee shop dates with you. he especially loves when you find yourselves tucked into a small corner booth during the winter, your smaller frame pressed close to his body stealing his warmth while you share your favourite pastries together.

kento is the type of boyfriend to... talk to you with the most warmth in his voice. he wouldn't dare to raise his voice at you or give you unwarranted attitude. you’re his everything and definitely talks to you like you are. respectful eye contact, nodding every so often to show that he’s listening, a slight smile on his face as he listens to you talk about some drama that you’ve already mentioned twice before but can’t bring himself to stop you because he just loves listening to you talk.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fushiguro toji

toji is the type of boyfriend to... love holding out his arms for you to jump into. he just loves the rush of warmth that comes over him when your body smashes into his after a long day of not seeing each other. although he may not admit it, there is nothing more he loves than seeing his favourite girl running at him and jumping into a hug with your arms and legs wrapped around him. idk he just loves showing you how strong he is !!!

toji is the type of boyfriend to... notice immediately when your not in his arms when your sleeping together. now he doesn’t exactly consider himself a light sleeper but even when he’s snoring his ass off, he somehow notices the lack of you in his arms and will start patting the bed looking for your body. he quickly gives up though when a light shines in his eye followed by your hushed movements in the bedroom, trying not wake your boyfriend only for him for pull you straight to his chest, croaking out a “ya took too long ma” and falls asleep before you could even respond

[dixons-sunshine]

All The Love | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

*GIF isn't mine.*

Summary: Daryl loved tucking his daughter into bed. It was the perfect time for him to bond with her on a deeper level. While reading to her, she tells him something he hadn't heard from her yet, making him very emotional.

Genre: Fluff.

Era: Alexandria, post Saviour arc.

Warnings: None.

Word count: 1.1k.

A/n: Based on this post by @louifaith. This was pretty rushed because I'm tired and have a small headache, but I hope you like this nonetheless!

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“And as the weddin' bells chimed, the prince and his bride walked down the aisle, hand in hand, wavin' to the people who had come from far and wide to witness the unification of their love. As the happy couple descended down the grand staircase, the former king watched his son, notin' the happy smile on his face, and knew that the future king had made the right decision; he had chosen love above everythin' else, and tha' was wha's important.”

“What's a wedding, Daddy?” Hazel questioned, sleepily gazing up at Daryl through half lidded eyes.

Daryl looked up from the book and gave his four-year old daughter a small smile, reaching forward to gently push the hair away from her face. “A weddin' is somethin' tha' two people who love each other very much plan. S'so tha' they can make a promise to always stay with each other, so tha' their friends and family can see 'em pledge their love to one another.”

“Like you and Mama?”

Daryl chuckled and shook his head. “Yer mama and I didn't have a proper weddin'. We only had a weddin' between us in our bedroom. Our family found out 'bout it the next day.”

Hazel nodded slowly, trying to fully grasp what her father was telling her. “So you don't have to have a wedding if you don't want to?”

Daryl nodded. “Exactly.”

“What about me, Daddy?” Hazel asked again, staring up at Daryl in curiosity. “Do I have to plan a wedding for me one day?.”

“Hopefully not,” Daryl muttered to himself, before shaking his head and plastering another smile onto his face. “Only if ya want, Hazelnut. S'not mandatory.” He reached for the covers and drew it over her body, tucking her in tightly. “Now c'mon, ya lil' gremlin. S'time fer bed.”

Daryl leaned forward to place a kiss on Hazel's forehead. However, Hazel took Daryl's face in her small, chubby hands and rubbed the tip of her nose against his for a nose kiss. Daryl smiled and returned the small, tender gesture, waiting for Hazel to pull back first.

“I love you, Daddy,” Hazel told Daryl, finally letting go of his face to rest her head back against her pillow.

Daryl froze for a moment, not believing his ears, before snapping out of it and sending her a small smile. “I love ya more, Hazelnut. Try and get some rest, alrigh'? We'll play again in the mornin'.”

“Goodnight, Daddy,” Hazel greeted Daryl sleepily, turning over on her side and closing her eyes.

“Nigh', Hazelnut.”

Daryl stood up from the bed and walked out of the room, quietly closing the door behind him. In a daze, Daryl walked through the short hallway and into the room he shared with you. Once inside, he closed the door and stood unmoving for a few moments, simply staring ahead at where you sat.

Looking up from your book, you sent Daryl a small, inviting smile. However, your smile vanished when you saw the tears that prickled at the corners of your husband's eyes, your heart dropping at the sight.

“Baby, what's wrong?” you asked hurriedly, setting your book aside.

Daryl's eyes met yours. He shook his head, desperately trying to gather his racing thoughts. “I dun'—Hazel, she—she—”

“Come here,” you cut him off softly, motioning for him to come closer.

Without needing any further persuading, Daryl moved forward and practically collapsed on top of you, but he made sure not to crush you under his body weight. He settled himself against you, comfortably resting his head on your chest. You wrapped your arms around him, bringing one hand to gently thread through his hair. That's all it took for Daryl to fully break down.

You pressed a tender kiss to the top of his head, whispering sweet, reassuring nothings into his hair. Daryl cried into your shirt, gripping it tightly to try and anchor himself back down to reality. His mind was racing at a million miles a second, with no sign of stopping in the near future.

“Shh, it's okay, Baby. I got you. I got you,” you whispered sweetly, holding your husband tightly.

A few minutes passed with you holding the man that you loved, allowing him to cry into your shirt for reasons you didn't know of yet. When Daryl finally managed to calm his cries down to sniffles, you gently scratched his scalp, gazing down at him in concern.

“Daryl—”

“M'alrigh',” Daryl hiccupped, burying his head deeper into your chest. “I jus' overreacted, s'all.”

“No, none of that,” you chastised, clicking your tongue in dissatisfaction. “What's got you so upset, love?”

“M'not upset,” Daryl corrected you, lifting his head to gaze up into your eyes. “Quite the opposite, actually.”

“Then what is it?” you gently urged, cupping your husband's cheek in your hand. “You know you can tell me anything.”

“I jus'... Hazel told me she loves me. She ain't ever explicitly told me tha' before,” Daryl explained, his grip on your shirt tightening. “S'so surreal to me. It was unexpected. I can't believe tha' someone so perfect, someone tha' I helped make, can love me, yet she does. She told me tha' herself.”

“Baby,” you laughed softly, a smile on your face. “Of course she loves you. Our daughter adores you, Daryl. She might love you more than she loves me, but I'm okay with that. You deserve all the love in the world, and we're gonna give it to you. We'll always love you.”

Daryl could feel a lump form in his throat again, but he swallowed it down. He smiled at you softly, his heart swelling with love. He let one of his hands drift down to your stomach, rubbing at the small bump that had started to form there.

“Even this lil' bean?” Daryl asked rhetorically, sending you a playful smile. He knew exactly what your answer was going to be, but it was always nice to have that little bit of reassurance.

You rolled your eyes affectionately and nodded. “Especially this little bean. It's impossible not to love you, Daryl. You're amazing.”

“Nah, yer the amazin' one. Ya and our lil' girl.” Daryl stopped for a beat before continuing. “I love ya, peach.”

You smiled fondly. “I love you too, Daryl. More than you can ever know.”

Daryl lowered his head down to your stomach, placing a soft kiss over the clothed skin. “And I love ya too, lil' one. I can't wait to meet ya.”

[magicalmutants]

Kiss Me !

♡ Summary: different kisses with the JJK men :)

♡ Includes: Gojo, Nanami, Geto, Choso, Toji, Sukuna

♡ Warnings: AFAB!Reader, slight NSFW in some of them, swearing, making out, sexual themes and implications, MDNI!

♡ A/N: sooo Sukuna’s is my first tiptoe into a little bit of NSFW territory… idk if I fw it on not I can’t lie the whole time I was writing it I felt like that guidance counselor from 10 Things I Hate About You… I have so much newfound respect for creators who can write long steamy scenes without it getting repetitive or becoming awkwardly written omfd! Also, Choso and Sukuna girlies I know you’ve been waiting on seeing your men in my content, this one’s for you!

♡ A/N 2: this is the lil celebration piece I’ve been working on! Thank you all for supporting my work and chatting with me, you make me smile :) lmk if you’d like to see more stuff like this!

I BLOCK MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS

S. Gojo

⭒ Satoru Gojo is full face kissing attacks. Kissing Satoru is being trapped underneath your boyfriend as he kisses all over you face just to make you giggle.

He sees through your fake annoyance, mirth glimmering in his eyes as you squeal and try to wriggle out from under him.

“Oh my gosh! Whats that?” You gasp and point at something over his shoulder.

“Huh—?” He smiles as he looks over his shoulder dramatically, going along with your little plan. He knows how this will end after all.

“HAH!” You use this distraction of break free and run into the living room, cackling and hiding behind the sofa as you try and catch your breath.

“Awww. You don’t want my love?” You hear him call from the bedroom, trying his best to sound dejected, even though hearing your giggles from the living room puts a smile on his face.

“That was an act of terrorism!” You call back.

You don’t hear a response from the bedroom. After a beat you call out, “hello?”

No response.

You peer up over the top of the sofa and try to look into the doorway to the bedroom. The bed looks empty, but where was your boyfriend?

“Boo,” a low voice next to your ear makes you shriek and dive over the top of the sofa.

“Toru!” You yell as you tumble from the sofa onto the floor, while your boyfriend doubles over in laughter.

“Hey! Don’t glare at me, you’re the one who decided to make a break for it,” he chuckles.

“Well—” but before you can get the sentence out, you’ve been scooped up from the floor and flown onto the bed again, finding yourself right back where you started.

You are once again pinned under Satoru as he peppers kisses all over your face and neck, coaxing peals of laughter and breathy giggles out of you as your squirm under him. He continues his barrage as he slowly gets closer and closer to your lips. The kiss to your lips lingers longer than the others. He pulls away slightly and looks into your eyes.

The laughter bubbling from your lips dies away as you catch your breath and look into those beautiful, blue eyes with a smile on your face. The eyes of the man you’re lucky enough to call the love of your life.

“What’s the matter, baby?” You murmur as he leans down to peck your lips quickly, his snow white hair brushing your forehead.

“Nothing,” he replies, a soft smile on his lips. “just like lookin at ya.”

“I love you,” you lean up and plant a gentle kiss on the corner of his smiling mouth.

“I love you,” he says.

A kiss to your forehead.

“I love you,” he murmurs.

A kiss to your chin.

“I love you,” he whispers.

A kiss to your lips.

K. Nanami

⭒ Kento Nanami is tired kisses, cuddling on the sofa after a long day of work. Your body held close to him, your head tucked neatly into the crook of his neck as you run your fingers over his chest, lulling him into the blissful, sleepy calm he only seems to find around you.

His arms cradle you. His left arm holds you close as his thumb rubs circles on the side of your hip, while his right hand strokes your cheek as he gazes adoringly down at you.

He leans down and plants a gentle kiss to your temple.

You look up into his smiling face. His eyes are tired, but the love they hold for you is unmistakable.

“Hi, Ken,” you whisper, giggling.

“Hi, my love,” he responds, feeling like the luckiest man in the world to have you there next to him, taking the weight of his life off his shoulders with just a quirk of your mouth.

You lie there for a while, the gentle hum of the fan is the only noise interrupting your blissful cocoon of perfect contentment with your husband.

“How was your day, darling?” Kenton’s voice is husky from exhaustion and the question is murmured sleepily as he tries not to doze off from the way your fingers are gliding over his chest and the way you nuzzle into his side.

“It was fine. Much better now,” you whisper to him.

Kento’s lips quirk upwards, even as his eyes begin to close again. “Why?” He questions as he bites back a smile.

“Because you’re here,” you giggle, planting a kiss on the corner of his smiling mouth.

“My god, you must have feelings for me or something,” the sleepy smile never leaves his mouth.

Tired Kento was the absolute death of you. Hair slightly disheveled, tie loosened around his neck and the top 3 buttons of his sinfully tight dress shirt undone. Tired eyes and gravel in his voice. Still gentle, still funny. He was so perfect.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that,” you laugh, even as he makes an amused noise.

“Well that’s a shame. I have a wife, you know,” Kento continues the gag.

“Oh do you now,” you play along, “Tell me about this wife of yours. She must be a very lucky woman.”

“Well, I’m the lucky one. You see, I’ve loved her since we were 14. She’s beautiful and funny and elegant, and somehow she decided to love me back,” Kento’s gaze is full of adoration as he looks down into your eyes.

“Hmm, I don’t blame her. Maybe she saw what a kind and handsome and witty gentleman you are,” you smile fondly back up at him.

“I’d be so lost without you, my love,” Kento sighs as he drifts off again, pulling you up onto his chest so you can be more comfortable as you doze.

“So would I,” you whispered back as you snuggle into him.

“You’re the love of my life, Y/N.”

“And you’re mine, Kento.”

S. Geto

⭒ Kissing Suguru Geto always feels harmless enough at the start. A gentle kiss to the back of your neck as you two stand in the kitchen, cooking dinner together. You’re leaned over the pan on the stove, stirring the contents to make sure they don’t burn. There’s a little furrow of concentration between your brows, and a little piece of hair curled at the nape of your neck that didn’t make it into your ponytail.

Every time Suguru walks behind you, he plants a little kiss to the back of your neck, right where the tiny curl of hair is. And every time he does this, your brows un-furrow and a little smile plays on your lips as you look over at him.

He meets your gaze with a smile of his own.

“Hi, Angel,”

“Hi, Sugu,”

He’d shoot you a wink, and then it’s back to work until he does it again.

“Hi, Angel,”

“Hi, Sugu,”

After the third time, you’re turning around to meet his lips with a peck of your own.

The fourth time, you nip at his bottom lip.

By the seventh time, your lower back is being pressing into the kitchen counter and your body is trapped between Suguru’s arms as he nibbles and kisses along your neck and jaw.

“Sugu, what about the pasta sauce,” you gasp as you drop your head back, fingers tangling into his soft hair.

“Fuck the sauce,” he murmurs against your ear, hot breath making you shudder, before he kisses right under your lobe.

“Suguru… what if it sets off the fire alarm,” you protest weakly, your commitment to seeing the recipe to completion this time wavering.

Without missing a beat (or turning to look) Suguru reaches out, grips the handle of the saucepan and unceremoniously tosses it into the sink with a ‘clang’ and a ‘hiss’ when the hot pan comes into contact with the cold water in the sink.

“Fuck the fire alarm,” you can hear the smirk in his voice.

You wrap your legs around his torso as he sits you on the counter top and begins kissing you again.

“Ugh. You always do this,” you smile as you roll your eyes, unable to hide your giggles.

“Yeah, yeah waste of food, but I never hear you complaining afterwards, Princess,” his eyes gleam as he looks into yours, pretending to search your face for protest he knows he won’t find.

You roll your eyes again as you pull his face towards your own.

“That’s what I thought,” he smirks as your lips meet his.

C. Kamo

Choso is slow, lazy kisses as you both gradually wake up to start your days. Choso always wakes up first, just to admire the peaceful look on your beautiful face. He smiles as he listens to the gentle rise and fall of your breathing as you continue to sleep, completely unaware of the enamored man lying next to you.

Choso gently brushes a stray strand of hair off your forehead, causing you to stir, before leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

Your eyes slowly flutter open at the contact and you squint slightly at the sunlight streaming into your room.

“Morning, Cho,” you shoot him a sleepy smile as you rub the sleep from your eyes.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers back, “can I kiss you?”

“Yes, you don’t have to ask,” you giggle as you lean forward and place a lingering kiss to his lips.

“I’ll never get tired of doing that,” he breathes, looking blissfully happy.

“And I’ll never get tired of the look on your face after you do it,” you tease.

“Can you blame me?” He sounds incredulous, “how many people do you think would kill to wake up next to the most beautiful woman in the world every day?”

“Cheap flattery will get youuu…” you draw out the last syllable as you pretend to think, “everywhere,” you decide with a grin, wrapping your arms around his neck as you kiss him again.

“Well there’s way more where that came from, you make it easy to compliment you, you’re so perfect,” he smiles, pink dusting his cheeks form the kiss. Even after all this time, his reaction is the same as the first. It fills your heart with warmth.

“And you’re the cutest,” you giggle, as your stomach flutters from the intensity of his gaze.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this either,” you whisper as he pulls you close and gives the top of your head a kiss, before tucking it under his chin. You’re enveloped in him. His arms, his scent, the feeling of him. Choso. The love of your life. And as you lie there, you pray for this moment to last forever. Just you, Choso, and the glimmers of the morning sun, forever.

“I’m so happy I found you,” he breathes.

“I lov—”

“Yo! Choso? Y/N? You guys awake?” Comes the deadpan voice from the other side of the bedroom door.

“What’s the matter, Megumi?” You call out, even as Choso groans.

“Nobara and Yuji wanted to make breakfast for everyone and set the pancake batter on fire. Just thought I should tell you,” he calls back, his words getting fainter as he goes back down the hall.

“Guess that’s our wake up call,” you mutter as you move to get up.

“Let’s hope they don’t— hey!” You’re pulled back into Choso’s arms.

“Five more minutes?” his voice is muffled, his face being pressed into your back, “it’s fine if they burn the house down, it’s the school’s property anyway,”

You laugh as you manage to turn in his arms, “five more minutes,” you say, your lips finding his again.

T. Fushiguro

⭒ Toji Fushiguro is kisses against the back of your shoulder as you lean back against his broad chest, the water of the bath and the warmth from your body helping to seep away all the tension in his muscles after a brutal day of jobs.

“Ahhhh,” he sighs as he kisses your bare shoulder before leaning back and closing his eyes, “this is exactly what I needed. Good call, baby,”

You hum in agreement as you lean back further and cozy up to his chest, the warm water lapping around you.

Toji’s muscular arms are draped along the rim of the tub as you soak in silence for a few minutes.

“Do you have to go into work tomorrow?” You question as your finger traces from his bicep to his wrist.

“Nah, fuck that,” he replies, cracking an eye open to watch your hand.

“Hmm that’s good,” you reply absently as you bring his knuckles to your lips and place a soft kiss to them.

“What’re you doing?” He smiles.

“Kissing your hand,” you reply lightly.

“Yeah I can see that, but why?” His soft smile changes to a cocky smirk when you turn to peer up at him.

“Because I love your hands. And I love you,” you state simply, still looking at him.

Toji wonders if you know how easily you manage to turn him into mush. He tries so hard to be cocky and nonchalant, especially around you, but you always manage to cut right through that and turn him into a mess.

“Yeah, well. Love you too, doll,” he kisses the top of your head so he can avoid your gaze and hide his, no doubt burning, cheeks.

You hum as your lips ghost feather soft kisses over the back of Toji’s hand.

Toji suppresses a shudder and feels his dick twitch. He knows you definitely felt it too.

“Knock it off, baby,” he grunts as he moves his hand away from your mouth.

“Why?” You quirk an eyebrow, turning to look up at him again.

“Because,” he sighs, “as much as I want to, I really don’t have the energy to fuck you tonight and if you keep kissing me like that, I’m gonna have to”

“Okay,” you say simply, dropping your hand into the water.

After a minute, Toji feels the ghost of your fingers trailing up his leg.

“You stay just as you are, okay, babe?” You begin to shift in the tub, “I’m gonna take good care of you,” you whisper as a you place a light kiss against the side of his head.

“God, I love you,” Toji’s hand rises to the back of your neck and pulls you into a kiss.

“I love you too, Toji,” you smile as your hands begin to work.

R. Sukuna

Ryomen Sukuna is hungry kisses filled with teeth and tongue and three sweet, little words you both know aren’t true.

“Fuck, I love you,” you gasp as his lips follow a pathway across your breasts that only he can see, kissing and sucking along their way.

“You don’t mean that,” he says absently, not bothering to stop his ministrations or look up at you.

“No, I don’t,” you agree, hands tugging at his hair.

“Say it again,” he says, before swirling his tongue over your hard nipple.

“Fuuck,” you whine, “I fucking love you.”

“Good girl, baby,” there’s a wicked glint in his eyes as he comes up towards your face and crashes his lips into yours.

The kiss is messy and hot. A clash of tongues and teeth as you both fight to assert dominance. At long last, need for air breaks you apart and you pant, catching your breath.

Sukuna wastes no time and begins attacking your neck with the fervor of a starving man, while you gasp and take in shuddering breaths above him.

“You know it’s funny,” he says, working on your neck as his hands roam your body.

“What is?” You breathe.

“Nah, just after last time,” he pauses to leave a particularly brutal mark on your collarbone, “you said it was the last time we did this, and the time before that you said that was the last time,”

“Uh-huh,” you gasp, your eyes rolling back into your head.

“So what I’m wondering, baby,” you can hear the mirth in his voice as he teases you, “why do you keep coming back?”

“This— this is the last time,” you manage.

“How come?”

“Because you’re an asshole,” you moan as his mouth begins to travel lower.

“Say it’s because you love me,” he demands, withdrawing from your body.

“It’s because I love you, Ryo,” you whine, your eyes snapping open, hands reaching out to bring his lips back to yours.

“Fuck,” Sukuna would never admit how hard it makes him when he hears you say that nickname like that.

The kisses become messier and more fervent as Sukuna tries to make you suffer a little bit longer for trying to go no contact with him again.

Finally, he caves and fucks you. Between gasps and moans and the sounds of skin meeting skin, three little lies spill from his lips again and again. Words you’ll both take back in a couple of hours. Words you’ll both cry out again next week.

[dreadsuitsamus]

Cuddling With Saiyans Headcanons

author's note: i love snuggles. also once again the character banners you see in this post were created by the amazing @actuallysaiyan!! ❤️

pairings: vegeta x fem!reader, goku x fem!reader, broly x fem!reader, gohan x fem!reader

warnings: snuggles, mentions of nightmares, light nsfw if you squint

is not much of a cuddler, obviously

or is that just what he wants you to think?

Vegeta, like all saiyans, runs hot and will keep you warm if you let him

key being, if you let him

he will never initiate snuggle time

but if you pull him in, or simply ask him to, he folds

he'll scoop you up in those beefy arms and hold you just how you like

he personally likes to be the big spoon, but he'll never even admit he likes spooning at all

if you get up or move around at any point in the night, you've lost your snuggle privileges only because he sleeps so heavily that he won't be up to readjust anytime soon

and when he's up, he's at it and going to start the day's training

so consider your options carefully next time you have to pee and his arms are locked so tightly around you that it's squeezing your bladder for dear life

nine times out of ten, you'll wake up to find Vegeta on top of you, shielding your body with his

even during slumber, his top priority is your safety

Vegeta likes to rub the tip of that sharp nose against you, be it the curve of your neck and shoulder or against your cheek

he doesn't know it, but he used to do that to his mother as well when he was a young boy

playing with Vegeta's hair is the one surefire way to get him to sleep when he otherwise has a hard time doing so

don't start humming though, it makes him angry. he'll start muttering about his pride and how lullabies are for babies

he'd like you to keep giving him the sweet forehead kisses though

Goku is the king of snuggling

he's already always down for a nap, so if you need some quality Goku snuggle time, just get in bed and wait a few minutes

literally, he's got a sixth sense for these things

likes to tuck his face into your neck because you smell good, and he likes nuzzling into your natural smell that lies below the artificial scents you wear

runs like a damn furnace, so always make sure to wear a skimpy pajama set, or nothing at all

don't rile him up though or the snuggling is just gonna have to wait

he snores, but he's so soft about it that it doesn't bother you

Goku rarely ever feels particularly down or sad, but sometimes he does and snuggles are a perfect cure

sit on his lap and he'll take it from there, hiding his face in your chest and slipping his arms around you tightly

play with his hair a bit and he's putty in your hands, especially when you massage the top of his scalp with your nails

eventually he'll tell you what's on his mind, and after you talk it out, he's feeling better but very much still wants to cuddle

Goku does not. let. go. until he's had his fill

so DO NOT cuddle with him if you either haven't gone pee in a while or have errands to run later

he'd let go if you asked of course, but not without giving you those pitiful puppy dog eyes

so don't break his poor lil heart and just keep snuggling with him as long as he wants, okay?

nobody ever died from a lil bit of saiyan cuddling, after all

Broly isn't keen on cuddling at the beginning of your relationship

he actually craves comfort, but physical touch is hard for him to accept since the concept is so foreign to him

that being said, being around you is quite the comfort in itself for Broly, so laying in bed with you already works wonders

slowly he warms up to you, like sleeping just a tad closer than even the night before

he can feel the heat from your body, and the backs of his fingers curiously brush against the soft skin of your arm

he takes your hand in his one night, and keeps holding it even after you fall asleep

you're warm and soft and it's all he's ever wanted in his life

from that point on, he quickly warms up to your touch and is a clingy saiyan like no other

his hold is almost too tight, and when you start to wheeze is when you decide it would be in your best interests to ask him to ease up

but goodness he loves to hold you to his large chest, one hand on your hip and the other at the center of your back

Broly unfortunately suffers from nightmares

and though he'd never hurt you intentionally, it's definitely a risk to be near him when he's having a nightmare

there's nothing much you can do but wait it out and soothe him when he wakes up

he appreciates it nonetheless, and as your bond strengthens they become less frequent

Broly holds you like you're a teddy bear, and oftentimes will just scoop you up from your place and hold you

it is not uncommon to wake up completely on top of him and locked in those big arms

he loves to cuddle but doesn't quite know how to ask for it, so he literally will just pick you up and hold you as he pleases

if you tell him no then he will obviously respect that

broly is very big on consent, ever since you taught him just what it is and he realizes how he's been violated of it his entire life

he's a gentle giant, and you've really expected no less from him when it comes to cuddling

his tail will wrap around you as well, keeping you as close as possible

he does snore, but his sleeping face is cute so it's okay

Gohan can be a bit of a loner, as a result of his eventful childhood

so when he met you, he was cautious yet anxious to have a connection with someone not an alien or batshit insane!

so he takes your relationship slow and sweetly, and when you start staying over at his place or vice versa he is so excited

he's always touching you, kissing you, in general just being so damn sweet on you that he's practically buzzing

and he's internally kicking himself for being so clingy, so when bedtime rolls around he lays completely still

no touching at all

and it takes everything in you not to laugh at this silly, adorable man

when you finally roll over into his side and snuggle up to him, he relaxes and kisses your forehead while moving those deceptively strong arms around you

Gohan likes to rub his hands along your back and gently digs his knuckles in circles against any tense spots

he normally will wear a long sleeve shirt and a soft pair of pj pants to bed, but usually takes his shirt off before falling asleep since his blood runs so hot

likes it when you trace the lines of his abs, and that alone sometimes is the only reason he gets some training in

Gohan likes to watch documentaries before bed and takes great pleasure in explaining things you may not understand in greater detail

you, on the other hand, just like the look on his face when he's excited, so that's why you ask so many questions

your extended knowledge for trivia games as a result is just a nice little side effect

sometimes work and research can get to Gohan, and when you can't get him out of the office you resort to sitting on his lap and tucking his face into your chest

Gohan is literally defenseless against it and will have no choice but to relax against you and take a break

he takes after his father and hardly snores at all

not-so-secretly likes to be the little spoon

when Pan is born, they become the ultimate snuggle buddies and you only feel a little left out because they look so damn precious when they're cuddling

you're still Gohan's favorite though, forever and always

[rowretro]

𝐋𝐄𝐎

✧Warnings: kissing, mafia hoon, blood, suggestive, dead body, detailed murder

✧Synopsis: Sunghoon is a very innocent man, a beautiful, sexy wife, 3 kids, a 12 year old girl and a 4 year old boy. He's a perfect family man who owned a homely café. He's just an ordinary person.... until one of the most feared mafia men paid a visit after a dreadful incident.

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Sunghoon woke up, a few loose hairs covering his forehead as he leaned over to his wife who slept soundly beside him, straps of her nightgown both down from all that tossing and turning, her arm hanging off the bed. "Such a beautiful sight to wake up to." he cheekily said as he kissed her collarbone, hearing her whine softly. "Not now babe~ the kids are probably up" she groggily said, sitting up as she sleepily rubbed her eyes.

"One half caf non fat white soy latte to go" Sunghoon called out. "Wow you got that first twy?" His son, Ryuu asked stunned as he smiled "What can I say, daddy's perfect" Sunghoon cockily said as Y/n rolled her eyes, and packed the order. "Yoi sexy- stop with the eye rolling.... mommy married me for that reason y'know?" Sunghoon added as Cherry gagged "Dad shut up- that's gross" she commented, clearly disgusted.

That night Sunghoon closed the cafe, locking all the doors as he carried Ryuu "Cherry go sleep. you have an exam tomorrow" "I know mom just let me be will you? Im jsut finishing up my homework" she whined as the woman sighed "Fine. but go to bed straight after" she warned as Ryuu came up to y/n, in his cute jammies, making grabby hands with a pout "awww what does my cutie want noww?" she asked as he smiled "a lil sibling to pway wif?" he asked with big eyes.

She blinked, then noticed Sunghoon hiding by the fridge "I see where this is coming from... if I give you a lil sibling now, that baby will become the cutest in the family-" she pointed out as Ryuu frowned "I dont want a sibling anymow!" he pouted as Sunghoon groaned. She snickerred to herself as she carried the littlun to his room. Sunghoon followed behind closely, resting his chin on her shoulder as she tucked the little boy in.

It was dead night, stars scatterred across the night sky, the kids asleep, y/n on Sunghoon's lap as he snuggled her. "Why do you want another baby?" she asked as he stared into her eyes. "Look at how independant the kids are becoming... I want a little cutie that likes me more than me" "maybe dont be cocky, and spoil the kids more" before he could say anything else, his phone rang "hello?..... what? how- I'll be right over there." he said his voice dark as he called Jay "Bro... can you look after my kids, I need to go visit the cafe.... yeah the police are there, they found a body... I know yeah- see you there" He cut the call and turned to y/n.

"What the... why our cafe what is going on hoon?" y/n asked as she glanced at him, the man stunned and confused "I don't know... but we haven't done anything wrong have we?" he asked as y/n thought for a second "aside your cockiness no nothing serious." she said as he glared at her. "Sir, we've concluded it's not a suicide, he has open stab wounds, he had died before being hung on your building... he's a part of the Park mafia, one of their men... is there any chance you've seen him around or anything suspiscious in your area?" Office Lee asked as Sunghoon frowned, shaking his head as he explained truthfully.

About a month passed and they were back in business, everything back to normal, as they went about their day, though y/n was still a little shaken from the previous event that had taken place. "dad- that lady gave you this note- and some old guy is waiting outside-" Cherry said as she pointed at a hooker, who smiled at him, waving the drink and giving a thumbs up as she left with it. It's so weird. He read the note "someone you love is waiting outside" it read. Sunghoon sighed as he left the cafe and went to the bench outside with his notepad and book.

There sat an old man, he looked scary, a scar on his eyebrow, yet fairly attractive for an old man. "Sir, may I take your order?" he asked "You know what I like son..." he said as Sunghoon snickerred "How would I know sir?" he asked, genuinely confused "One Black coffee... with a shot of jack daniels" "Sorry sir but we don't have alcohol" With that the man snickerred. Sunghoon left briefly then came back with the black coffee, placing it before the man "Would you like sugar or no sugar?" he asked kindly "you should know son" he said again as Sunghoon sighed "Im afraid I don't" he said, patiently.

The man comfortably sat in his chair, pulling out a small alcohol bottle and pouring it into his coffee as Sunghoon watched, he pulled out a cigarette "sir no smoking." he said pointing at the sign as the man let out a hearty laughter "ah Leo... you remember this? Black devil, your favourite flavour that you created... smoked it everyday since you left." the man said as he stared at Sunghoon. Confused, Sunghoon looked behind him "Leo? I'm sorry I think you mistaken me for someone sir... My name is Sunghoon owner of this very successful cafe... by the way that black coffee's 3.79." he said as the man laughed yet again.

"Still my cocky little son hmm?.... this act you're putting up for your pretty wife and lovely kids will not last long. trust me on that." "Ah son.... a father knows his son... you know... you always loved going hunting... specifically for that eagle... It didn't ever get caught in your trap, nor by any of the arrows or guns yet it died in my coffee remember?.... It died in MY hands... LEO..." The man said as he stared directly at him "Leo Park..." The man said, his deep gravely voice enough to scare the shit out of any human before him. "It's Park Sunghoon" He interrupted as the man laughed "I see you believed that you have died.... but until you come and admit you are Leo Park... I will be here..." .

he said as he left, leaving Sunghoon confused. Yet Sunghoon just shrugged, thinking he was a crazy old man. He went back inside to find Y/n staring at him "Who was that?.... are you ok? he seemed a little off..." she asked as Sunghoon kissed her forehead "just some drunkard babe, its fine I dealt with him, he was calling me some white boy name-" Sunghoon explained as Y/n nodded. That night he did the usual, lock the café, make sure all is safe, carry Ryuu back home and get Cherry to go to bed without her bitching at him. The male sighed as he lied down in y/n's lap. "First day back in business and things are weird-" he sighed as y/n ran a hand through his hair.

That night they met officer Lee, a close friend and a trusted cop. "I sent a picture of this Black Devil cigarette pack to the higher officials, the investigation team say its from a very large mafia gang ran by Park Daeheon... He had a son named Leo, and many claim his death was part of the cause behind a very big murder and the burning down of their factory-" Sunghoon cut him off halfway "Heeseung Im sorry but what am I going to do with this information?" he asked as Mr Lee picked up a file with an image. A picture exactly like Sunghoon, but with more silver hair "This is his son Leo... he looks exactly like you..." he said as Sunghoon frowned.

"From what we believe the officer's need proof, from your memory, at 11 years old, can you tell us everything backed up with proof-" Y/n cut him off halfway maddened by the claim "We're the victims here he came to us, he's the one who's harrassing Sunghoon claiming he's his son!" Sunghoon kissed her forehead as he calmed her down "Sweetheart its ok... I know you're asking me as you're concerned... I grew up in an orphanage Lee hee, im still good friends with the Sir who ran the place, sweet old guy, Eventually I got around asking my long-term crush out, my beautiful wife then we chose to move into a cute cottage, like a house in a snow globe, got married as we had our first child, and now growing our sweet family along with her family business... " He explained as Heeseung nodded.

The following day, Y/n was out running a few errands, picking up some medication in the pharmacy, Ryuu by her side, and Cherry in school. Sunghoon suddenly called her "Honey I just left my car at the motor shop, what are you up to?" he asked "Picking up your meds sweetheart." she replied. "You could've waited until my car got fixed, why leave Ryuu at home alone?" he asked concerned "Sweetheart, these things need to be done ASAP, you've been pretty anxious lately and don't worry, Ryuu is with me kay? I'll take the bus home it'll be ok" she reassured as Sunghoon said he loves her and hung up.

The woman walked out carrying the bag of medication and her 4 year old, unaware of the dangers lurking behind her, a man ready to pounce at her, sharp, clean knife at hand. He lunged forward, as he blocked her path, raising the knife to stab her. Scared, she hugged her baby close, turning away as she shut her eyes. Nothing.... Nothing but the sound of flesh ripping, the gory sound of blood spilling and some muffled groans. She opened her eyes as Ryuu whimpered at the sight. The old man from yesterday, had slashed the attacker's neck.

She stares up, frightened as she snuggled Ryuu protectively "Don't worry honey... I mean no harm... why would I hurt you?.... you know who he is?" he asked pointing at Ryuu "My grandson..." he said as Y/n frowned "Sir if you don't leave me alone I will call the police..." She respectfully warned as the man smiled sweetly. "I don't mean any harm... I just want to tell you, you're a sweet lady from what I've heard a sweetheart, won't even harm a fly, and you fell for the innocent Park Sunghoon... Im sorry but Sunghoon is just a mask for who he really is. My son Leo Park, the one to take the reins for my tobacco factory... He's vile, violent, won't hesitate to kill." He explained as y/n backed away.

The woman took the bus with her son, hastily rushing inside the house, locking the door she called Sunghoon, firghtened "Babe! what the fuck is going on?! he's here- he followed us home! Cherry's still in school and Ryuu is with me." She managed to breathe out as Sunghoon frowned "honey who's he? what's going on?" he asked "That man from yesterday-" she replied "Lock the door's im coming over with Cherry. If anyone comes through the front door, slash him, use one of the display swords, im sure they'll work ok? I'll be right over there." He said as he ran.

Upon arriving, he came through the front door, the point of the sword only inches away from his chest as he slid down the wall, cherry smacked it away "MOM-" "No its fine- she thought I was an intruder... " Sunghoon sat down as he calmed his breathing. "What's going on here Hoon?... that man comes up to us, slashing another man attacking us, before me and Ryuu- claiming you're Leo and calling our son his grandson?!... What the fuck?!" she asked as Cherry stared in shock, her first time hearing her mother curse. Sunghoon looked up as he reached his arms out to Ryuu, yet Y/n held the little boy back "Don't Hoon.... he's already traumatized as is... after that man showed the picture of Leo, I don't know what he's thinking now...." she said as she carried the teary eyed, little boy who was exhausted. He turned to Cherry who walked away...

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A/N: Part 2 coming out soon!!! sorry this was long hope u liked it, im writting the second part rn<3 (BASED ON THE MOVIE LEO, sorry for not mentioning it b4, I RLLY WANTED TO SEE HOON IN THIS ROLE NGL)

[chimindity]

What happens when brother!rafe has to deal with his little sister who is being restless during her bedtime. Warning | reader being a toddler. A/N | divider made by @marvelfanfics1 ♡ (my lil princess)

Rafe always dislikes those nights when you can't fall asleep, stumbling everywhere he goes and babbling all the time, even though you're not tired, he's the one getting tired.

You've been spinning around him, chasing him with your white stuffed bunny. He keeps pushing you off every time you bring the lovey too close to his face. -"Alright, time's out, it's time to head to sleep, your bro is exhausted," he sighs and stands up from the couch. Your eyes widen at his words.

You step back, firmly holding your stuffie against your chest as you start running. -"No! I'm not sleepy!" You yell as you run away, knowing he is mostly going to try and catch you to tuck you into bed. -"Nah, absolutely not, get back here, I'm not playing any of your games" he huffs, beginning to walk around, trying to find you.

You giggle against your lovey as you hear his footsteps coming towards you, bringing your knees against your chest behind his bedroom's door. -"Guess you don't want a goodnight kiss, then, uh?" He pretends to slide under his blanket, completely ignoring the fact that you are in his room. -"Too bad, I would have let you sleep with me," he whispers loud enough for you to hear it.

You start feeling your heart tightening at the thought of Rafe ignoring you, as if he has given up trying to find you. Your eyes begin to well up with tears as you refrain yourself from sobbing out loud. -"I have the bed all for myself, isn't that nice?" You hear him chuckle, and that's when you finally give in. You slowly push the door, revealing your small figure holding tightly the white stuffed bunny close to your face.

-"there she is, little miss restless," he purses his lips as he watches you stumble your way to his bed. You sprawl yourself on his torso, his hand immediately goes to rub your back as you get yourself comfortable. There is a silence until it's broken by your sniffles. He furrows his eyebrows in confusion as he looks down at you, -"okay, what are you crying for, now?" You wrap your fist in his shirt, -"you ignored me!" You whine, feeling a lack of affection from your brother.

Your stubborn reaction causes him to chuckle -"you should blame yourself for that, enough of talking for now, k'ay?" He softens his tone, feeling his eyelids becoming heavier. He thought it had worked until he feels you paw at his chest, -"I'm still not sleepy Rafey," you mumble, looking up at him.

He rolls his eyes and a glint of annoyance runs through his mind, -"listen, I'm tired, do you get that? And I can't stay up to look after you," he huffs waving his pointed finger in the air as if you were being grounded. A pout appears on your face until your eyes land on his finger. You instinctively wrap your fist around his index, and eventually, you feel soothed up.

His brows knot in confusion, -"what the-" he murmurs to himself but notices the way you struggle to keep your eyes open, meaning you are finally going to sleep. -"there we go," he cheers you up by leaving a kiss on your forehead while running his fingers through your hair. He lets out a sigh of relief when he sights your eyes being fully closed.

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[infinite-criseas]

Sirius and James were truly inseparable, they did absolutely everything together. Unfortunately, this included getting sick at the same time.

Remus and Lily walk into the kitchen to see a very delirious Sirius Black baking cookies. James sits on the couch, covered in blankets and surrounded by tissues. His nose is rudolf red and eyes watering, he sniffles a sigh of relief as he sees his girlfriend and Remus entering. “Thank Merlin you’re here! I am quite literally dying of the plague and Pads is in complete denial of being ill. He tried to make me this awful soup earlier and now he’s baking cookies.”

“I’m completely fibe, strog as a castle. Picture of health.” Sirius half slurred. His hair was a frizzy mess, and his complexion was paler than usual. “Jabes on the other hand is very sick, he needs cookies”

Remus and Lily, very concerned and confused as to how cookies would solve anything hurried to Sirius to force him to put down the bowl. Remus stroked Sirius’ back, and murmured “Love, you’re sick…” Sirius relaxed a little into Remus’ shoulder, suddenly he became hyper aware of the body aches and pounding migraine.

Lily ran a hand over James’ forehead. “Oh my, you’re burning up James”

“I’m telling you Lils, Death has come for me. The aches, the pain. I’m a goner. Write something memorable on my tombstone” James whined dramatically.

“Ok drama queen. Let’s get you some actual soup and medicine. Remus could you run to the infirmiry and fetch some fever medication?” Lily asked, ready to solve this sickness. Remus nodded, still holding a very frail Sirius in his arms. “I’ll start the soup, and you two go to bed and rest. I don’t want to see either of you up until the soups ready.” Lily scolded.

“Whatever you say my love. Always knew you could fight death itself,” lovesick James replied. James and Remus half carried and half dragged Sirius to their room.

“Nobt sick….” Sirius murmured. His body was failing to agree. His eyes refused to stay open. They laid him in his bed and tucked him in. Remus sat next to him, stroking his hair until he fell asleep.

….

Lily was finishing up the soup, a recipe she knew would cure any sickness. Remus walked in with a handful of medicinal herbs and potions and dumped them on the table.

“mmm smells spectacular” Remus remarked.

“It’s a family recipe! It’ll cure absolutely anything.” Lily stated proudly. “and I hope it works fast because if little mrs melodrama says death is coming one more time I might actually lose it” Remus laughed, recalling how James was always this dramatic when he was sick or injured. It’s almost as if he put on an extra big show to hide any actual pain he might’ve felt, and rather replace it with the loving feeling of being cared for. Remus’ thoughts wandered, if only Sirius let people care for him like that instead of always putting up a fight of independence first. “You’re lucky,” Lily commented, “ Sirius isn’t dramatic when he’s sick - he’s just in denial”

To this Remus smirked. “Denial is just the first phase. Sirius becomes very silent and clingy when he’s sick, it’s quite adorable actually. Although, it does make getting stuff to make him feel better nearly impossible” Remus gushed.

Lily’s eyes widened “a quiet Sirius?! This I have to see,” she joked. “Anyways, soups ready want to bring the boys down?”

Remus and Lily went up to see James in a Shakespearean pose, grasping at the air.

“The light, it comes for me. The end is here.” James gasped. “Mayhaps this soup whose elegant aroma which fills the air will answer my prayers. Hark! A goddess, she enters with such grace” He said looking at Lily. Lily giggles, of course James would still be hitting on her in this state. “I am famished! Looks like Pads is still sleeping though.”

On the other bed, Sirius was curled up in a ball not moving. Remus, very concerned, sat at the edge of his bed and rubbed a hand across Sirius. Sirius was shaking softly, perhaps in response to his touch. “Let’s let him sleep, clearly he needs rest.” Remus said and made a motion to get up. Sirius’s hand grasped Remus’s thigh to make him stay. “Actually, why don’t you two go ahead. I’ll stay with Sirius til he wakes”

After James and Lily closed the door, Remus snuggled Sirius into the nook of his arms. He tried to find his boyfriend’s face in the bundle of blankets, and found a Sirius with tears flowing from his eyes. “Siri- what’s wrong babe?” Remus crooned.

“I don’t like being sick.” Sirius responded through sniffles. “I don’t want to have to be taken care of, it’s not fair” Tears poured down his face. When he was younger, he resolved to never be a burden to people like he was at home. And moments like these when he was sick, unable to be useful - all the haunting memories of Grimmauld place came rushing back all at once. All the yelling, the screaming. Reiterating how worthless he was unless he followed exactly what Walburga wanted him to be. He wasn’t even allowed to be sick as a child - just work through it, it will dissipate.

“Love, I want to care for you. You take care of all of us, let me love you back. You quite literally take care of me every full moon, why can’t I take care of you this once - if you ask me that’s not fair” Remus assured. Sirius melted into Remus’ body. He looked up at his boyfriend’s eyes, tears still welling up in his own.

“Thanks Moony” Sirius let out a relieved sigh. He was no longer at his childhood home, this was home now. He finally closed his eyes, while snuggling deeper into Moony and for the first time today was able to properly rest.

[ugh-yoongi]

jewel hello hello!! congrats on the milestone!!!! i’ve been all up in my fluffy physical-touch-is-my-love-language feels and i was wondering if you’d be willing to drabble or headcanon bts’s favorite way to touch/hold/physically manifest in your space when they get home? so so so many congrats again :)))

mg hello <3 thank you for the congrats and the request, this was very comforting even if i am the most touch-adverse person alive <3

i enlisted bee's help bc she's a wizard and the best <3 @hot-soop

headcanons: bts as physical touch/affection

seokjin —

king of domesticity aka food as a love language

has dinner 95% done by the time you get home, so you have regularly scheduled back hugs while he's at the stove

doesn't strike me as super physically affectionate; would probably be more comfortable receiving it than instigating

would be a crime to let those shoulders go to waste, though, so put your head on it

wants you to put your feet in his lap while you're on the couch but DOES NOT want to touch them (rip taehyung)

big fan of forehead/temple kisses

strikes me as the type to link pinkies rather than fully hold hands and i love that for him <3

yoongi —

he is the #1 acts of service king and i will die on that hill

please hold his hand, though

and scratch at his scalp, please

and just know to do it bc he'd probably rather die than ask you to do it, and probably displays affection all wrong and semi-violently. bee said he'd tug an earlobe as a sign of affection and that's bang on.

has big "will gently scratch/rub your back as you're falling asleep" vibes

GENTLE SHOULDER KISSES!!!

whatever it is, acts like he hates it

(still makes you mixtapes/playlists, though)

hobi —

good luck peeling him off of you

completely goofy, over the top, exaggerated displays of affection

cheek/forehead/etc. smooches with sound effects, tickling under your chin, hip checks, butt smacks

honestly all over kisses; bee says behind the ear and i agree

always an arm over your shoulder; tucks you into his side when he hugs you

talks a mile a minute at you as soon as you're through the door

namjoon —

let's be real he is probably off in another world whenever you get home so you have to go find him; either off reading a book or in the studio

wherever he is, always says "hi, baby" (#1 baby as a pet name king) and lets you plop into his lap to tell him about your day <3

you'll be able to hear him coming a mile away when he gets home. probably won't admit it but loves when you meet him at the door. probably plays dumb like "ha ha how did you know i was there" but he's also holding a ripped grocery bag with all your food on the ground, so......

big big big "hand on thigh" vibes

also just big in general so i think he'd really enjoy feeling a lil delicate and protected sometimes? born to be the small spoon tbh

we all saw that video of him at hobi's album release party so big fan of a protective hand on your back/shoulder/etc. in group settings

alone, though — top of head kisses!

jimin —

we all know jimin is very physically affectionate but also very emotionally intelligent so he'd know when to rein it in and when to ramp it up

good day at work? kiss and let me hear all about your day. bad day at work? he's pulling out all the stops. whatever you want, you're getting.

and if either of you went out with your friends? get ready to spill and receive all the tea

tangled together on the couch/in bed vibes

also strikes me as the type to link pinkies so let's hope yours is smaller than his

blows you kisses from across the room so please accept them dramatically bc if you don't he will mime falling to the floor and dying of a broken heart

taehyung —

king of romance, king of affection

continuing the taehyung foot fetish agenda sorry but it's true: MASSAGES

would love to brush your hair for you. put on your lotion for you. doesn't know how to do hair but would love to practice different updos or types of braids, etc. just wants someone to fuss over and someone that will fuss over him in return.

another one that's zoned out when you get home — probably covered in paint or playing the saxophone or doing god knows what. never know what you're walking into

comes to find you immediately when he gets home, though. clingy (affectionate) vibes, but why would he ever want to be separated from his favorite person??

get ready for your house to become a part-time flower shop/museum bc every trinket suspiciously reminds you of him and he "couldn't help himself"

will kiss your hands/wrists/etc.

jungkook —

also strikes me as the type who's more comfortable receiving affection/physical touch than instigating

except we know he's also the jealous type so lots of little touches that let people know he's with you but not, like, possessive. he's got sense

playfully whiny and clingy. will drape himself over you to get attention

will draw little sketches of you when you're on opposite sides of the couch <3

please run your hands through his hair/scratch his scalp while he's gaming

NECK KISSES

will probably let you do whatever you want tbh. wanna paint his nails? sure. want to color in his tattoos with markers? love it, go for it. have a spur of the moment urge to bleach and dye his hair at 3am? don't even need to ask.

just wants to hang out with you <3

these are obviously all vibes so feel free to come discuss what i got wrong/right in my inbox!

[mooodyblue]

I know it isn’t in your request list but would you be willing to write something with callum turner and austin as cgs to a gender neutral reader? I recently read your hc of Callum with lil austin and it was so much fun!

two men and a baby | callum turner/austin butler x little!reader

wc: 1.4k

warnings: age regression (sfw)

a/n: this has been in my asks since april ;-; hope you're still out there nonny D: it's taken me that long to finish this unfortunately, hope you enjoy! sorry for any mistakes or typos, i so badly wanted to get something out lol

masterlist directory

callum was a close friend of austin's. they’d met before filming masters of the air, but only grew closer as filming went on. they went their separate ways after doing some press for the series, austin leaving a little early to do some press for dune. but even after, austin was still booked and busy for the whole year. 

he had some time before getting busy with another film and it just so happened that callum was in town, the two had some catching up to do. austin and him went out for dinner together, having a couple drinks like two old friends that hadn’t seen each other in years. after dinner he invited callum over, wanting him to stop by and say hi to you.

“y’know we celebrated two years a week ago. crazy, isn’t it?” austin unlocked his front door, letting callum step in. “we should double date sometime—” he chuckled, “you and dua, us two. it’d be fun.”

callum shoved his hands in his pockets with a nod, “she’d love that.”

usually, you were in the living room catching up on a show or watching a movie until he got home. he furrowed his brows once he noticed you weren’t around, deciding to head to your shared bedroom. he frowned seeing you in bed, sitting beside you and rubbing at your arm. “baby,” he said softly, getting a soft hum in response. “you alright?”

“mhm…” you responded, “sleepy.”

he was about to reply himself when he saw the plushie tucked in the comforter with you, sighing softly. “alright, honey.” he pressed his lips against your forehead, his tone going gentle. “callum’s here, wanted to say hi. i can kick him out—”

“no.” you quickly shot up in bed, the expression on austin’s face going to confused. “i wanna say hi.”

he shifted to sit beside you, keeping his hand on your back. “baby, he doesn’t know.”

you frowned and looked into your lap at his words. austin always knew when you were feeling little, of course, the plushie probably gave it away. but your tone and mannerisms changed quite a bit when you were feeling smaller. some of his friends knew, and some didn’t just out of fear of being judged. if austin could, he’d tell all his friends–he wanted to always brag about how sweet you were. 

but now? callum. you weren’t sure if you wanted to be big just to go say hi to callum or to just…tell him. your brain wasn’t all there, maybe it wasn’t a good idea to really make any decisions. then again, you liked callum a lot. you trusted him, austin trusted him. 

austin could tell you were deep in thought, placing a hand on your knee as a sweet gesture. “hey,” he said softly, “you don’t have to do what you aren't comfortable with.”

you still seemed unsure, fidgeting with your fingers as you thought about it again. “is he gonna be mean about it?”

austin shook his head, “i highly doubt it, baby. highly doubt it.” there was still a bit of hesitation on your face. he never wanted you to feel like you had to tell people. “i can tell him you're feelin’ sick, that you're up here resting.” 

“no, no.” you shook your head. “i-i think…i wanna say hi. i wanna tell him.” 

“how about this…” he took his hands in yours, his voice sweet. “i’ll go talk to him, explain it to him and see if he's on board with it, alright?” 

he was happy to see you agree, that's a relief. callum was one of his closest friends, he couldn't see the man making it weird or finding it uncomfortable. all it took was a light conversation on the couch with him to help him understand what you were going through. he didn't have to explain why or what caused you do fully go into that headspace, callum understood. 

“so…i should talk to them like they're a toddler?” callum reiterated. “because that's what their headspace is like?” 

austin nodded, “yeah, pretty much. if you're comfortable enough, i’m sure they’d love to have someone to play with other than me. so many toys stashed away in here.” he chuckled. 

he glanced around the room, wondering where austin had hid everything. he had to give him props, hiding such a huge part of their relationship. “i’m not judgemental.” 

“i know.” austin nodded, smiling at him. 

it really felt like callum was a natural. he loved hearing about every little stuffed animal you owned—the tiger was the first one austin bought you, the elephant was from the zoo, your favorite plushie was his favorite story of them all. callum made note to buy you a plushie too, although he feared austin may feel a slight pang of jealousy if he did. 

with the two men engrossed in a conversation, sprawled on the sofa while you watched a cartoon—you jumped up suddenly to look at a shelf with some of your little-er games and puzzled, picking up a puzzle where you had to match the shapes with their holes. you set it on the coffee table and tugged at both austin and callum’s sleeves. “puzzle, please?” 

austin chuckled down at you and your mannerisms, “well, not the best way to ask. but you said please.” he glanced at callum, “you in?” 

callum nodded, “i love a good puzzle.” he got down on the floor with you, austin beside him. “ah, this one looks a bit tricky, don't it?” 

this was when callum truly understood how your headspace worked, he noticed how you struggled to get the square into the circle piece—something that was so simple to many adults, not all. he never judged, he was a patient man. “y’might need some help there, kiddo.” 

normally, austin would give you a chance to figure it out yourself. 

but you were struggling a little more than usual this time around, grumbling and constantly putting the puzzle piece into the wrong hole when your brain was telling you so strongly that it was the right spot. why wasn't it fitting? 

callum scooted over to you, lifting you into his lap and chuckling. “hard, isn't it?” he was completely focused on you, not even noticing the loving gaze austin had on not just you, but him too. 

“why doesn't it fit?” you whined. 

he took your small wrist in his, trying to move it with the piece in her hand. “y’see? this is a square, honey. you're trying to put it in the circle. doesn't fit cos’ it’s got edges, pointy edges.” he explained, running his finger along the edges. “try putting it here.” he moved it to the next slot, “does it fit?”

you frowned, “no.” 

“alright,” he nodded, “try the next one.”

you moved your wrist over to the next spot, gasping when it actually fit. “it fit!” you exclaimed, “look, cal!” you pulled his attention back, “it fit!” 

“good job, honey!” callum cheered, clapping excitedly and patting the top of your head. 

“how about the next piece, huh?” austin grinned, passing you the next one.

“daddy!” you made grabby hands at austin, wanting him to hold you next. him and callum immediately switched spots, now callum was looking at both you and austin with a lovingly gaze. it was such a sweet dynamic. he couldn't get enough of you. 

truth is, callum always had a soft spot for you. he had a soft spot for austin too. he couldn't help the googly eyes sometimes. the two of you just had the sweetest dynamic going on, he wanted in on it too. not romantically, of course. he loved his girlfriend, but he wanted to spend time with you again for sure. 

it didn't stop at puzzles, he played a little more with you, coloring too, which he enjoyed doing a lot with you. austin seemed to notice how relaxed callum seemed to be with you, letting you both bond.

it ended with the three of you on the couch, you in the middle, austin on the other side and callum on your other. you dozed off in the middle of your cartoon, head resting on callums shoulder. 

austin's gaze met with callum’s a soft smile playing on his lips. “what do you think?” he asked in a hushed tone, not wanting to wake sleeping beauty in between them.

“set me up for a play date.”

[abilouwrites]

THE MOVE IN

Jamie Drysdale

Mah lil pookie wookie

“And you’re sure they’d be all right with me staying with you for the month?” I ask nervously as Jamie smoothly shifts gears and toggles the clutch. My apartment had grown a water leak and a mold infestation because of that leak so I’d been forced to move out. While my parents live in California; they aren’t stationed in Anaheim but in San Francisco. Almost a 12 hour drive away.

I’d offered to rent out a hotel room but Jamie hearing of my dilemma and being my boyfriend was nearly upset at the fact I was going to a hotel before asking to stay with him, “I’m sure; the guys love you. And they all understand that situation. Least from what they’ve told me” he looks at me and smiles before turning his attention back to the road.

“I just don’t want to encroach on guy time” I admit, I hear him sigh gently and move his hand to pat my thigh before going back to keeping his hand on the stick.

We pull up to his shared home with a few of the guys on the team, those who weren’t living with their girlfriends or wives. Jamie takes my bags from the trunk of the car, “Jesus how do you have so much stuff” he grunts; he sees my concerned expression and immediately cuts in with, "no oh sweet thing I'm joking" He looks at me sympathetically and drops my bags gently so he can wrap me into a soft kiss.

I breathe a sigh of relief as I help him carry my things into his room, “ah Drysdales wife is here” Trevor teases as he steps out of the kitchen.

I smile softly at him and wrap him into a soft hug, “I brought my recipe book if y’all want me to make waffles” I tell him and he excitedly grins at me.

“Jams whatcha eatinn” Trevor asks as he leans on Jamie’s shoulder; he bats his eyes at him. Obviously asking for a bite of whatever his friend was eating for a late home packed brunch.

“Oh uh. Y/n made me some blueberry waffles.. you want?” Jamie guiltily offers half of his waffle to his friend who easily scarfs the half down. Trevor’s eyes widen and he nods in approval.

“You need to marry her. And have a lot of babies. Mostly. Wife her up because if you don’t. I will” Trevor says; almost instantaneously. Jamie simply stares at him, almost astonished at Trevor’s confession.

“Trev— I’ve only been dating her for maybe a uh year?”

“Marriage”

“If Jamie doesnt marry you. I will” Trevor admits winking at Jamie.

The weeks pass as they always do, it’s weird waking up to someone else. Jamie’s arms wrap around my waist his thumb toying with the band of my panties. Somehow it’s so comforting being able to wake up next to him. I roll onto his stomach throughout the night. His hands go from resting on my butt to sliding underneath my tank top and resting on my shoulder blades.

“G’mornin” I’m the first to rise and Jamie always rolls over tucking his head against my chest, my hands slide up and tangle themselves into his thick brown hair.

“I don’t wanna wake up” He groans wrapping himself around me and anchoring me down into the plush bedding.

“I know baby, but I promised the team I would make breakfast for everyone. You can sleep a bit more” I tell him wiggling out from underneath him but still tucking him back into bed and placing a kiss onto his forehead.

It’s about ten in the morning when the boys and their significant others start arriving. The house fills with chatter and the clinking of utensils as I serve the eggs and bacon and pancakes.

Jamie comes down, rubbing his eyes and quickly finding me flipping the pancakes in the pan. He groans softly resting his head on my shoulder and sliding up behind me and rubbing my stomach underneath my shirt, “I can’t sleep without you” he whispers in my ear.

“You want some coffee?” I offer him my little mug.

“Yeah” He sighs against my skin taking my mug and drinking it, “I’m gonna go see the guys”

About a month later my apartment is ready but Jamie’s being weird about me moving back in, “somethings going on” I fish around as I start packing my things back up

“I guess” he shrugs reaching for my hand, “Instead of going back to your apartment.. what if. We buy a house, or an apartment. And officially move in together” he asks

“Really?”

“Yeah. I wanna marry you. Not right now but eventually”

“Seriously?”

“Yes”

🎉🎉

[thisismeracing]

komh thots

lazy mornings with these two when there is an on off week

its saturday morning and the sun beams softly onto mick’s whole world

and he is just lying there lazily and half asleep adoring his partner

he tucks himself into the crook of her neck and matches his breath with hers until he falls back asleep

and then its her turn to wake up and quietly admire her lover

eventually they pull themselves out of bed and make their way to the kitchen

they steal kisses and touches and find excuses to be eachothers personal space

hamilton!reader is starting on their coffees and mick ends up behind her and sticking the side of his head to hers and giving her a hug from the back

she giggles and tilts her head to give him a kiss

they somehow make breakfast and take turns feeding each other while trying not to choke because the other has said something so ridiculous that they cant help but ellicit a laugh

its their little world away from it all and they will happily fill it with the best memories they can conjure up so when they are old and grey they can reminiscence on the good old days

(why tf is reminiscence spelt like that, i thought it would be a shorter word tbh)

☕️

Morning Light | MS47

― Pairing: Mick Schumacher x Hamilton!reader (sher/her) ― Warnings: mentions of food; tooth-rotting fluff. ― my masterlist | my taglist | patreon masterlist― you can support my writing by reblogging, leaving a comment (don’t forget to follow me if you like the piece), or  buying me a coffee ― This lil blurb can be read as a stand-alone, but if you want more about hamilton!reader and mick make sure to read King of my Heart (here)

The rays of the sun coming from the big window in front of Mick's bed woke him up. He had forgotten to close the blinds the previous night, too tired to consider anything but snuggle closer to Yn, and let his body slip into oblivion. He felt her warmth right beside him, and he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands, before turning on his side and admiring his girlfriend's sleeping form.

He would get up and close the blinds, but Yn slept with a sleep mask, so it wouldn't change much, besides, she had nestled closer to him, making leaving the bed a horrible option. It was an off weekend, he would enjoy every second of having her close. Mick meant it.

Yn moved again, still asleep, and Mick found the comfiest spot on her neck, laying his head there, tangling their legs, evening their breaths, kissing her brown skin, and letting his body drift into sleep again.

Hours passed when Yn woke up. One side of her bed felt heavier than the other, and the second her eyes opened she couldn't help but smile. Mick was there. She angled her head and pressed a kiss to his forehead, threading her fingers through his hair when he tightened his grip on her waist.

"Can we have five more minutes?" he mumbled without moving.

Yn chuckled still half asleep, "Please".

So the silence in the house went on for yet another hour before they woke up. Mick did it first, pressing kisses against her neck and shoulder, making his lover wake up with a beaming smile on her face. "Morning," she whispered when he said something about a beautiful day.

"C'mon, Angie must be starving," Mick mumbled, his sleeping voice making Yn shiver.

"Well, I am starving too," she mocked, and he chuckled.

"Pancakes?"

"Sure thing."

They washed their faces side by side on the bathroom sink, and Mick watched as Yn went through her morning skincare routine, and then took off her bonnet framing her curls around her face. She had no makeup on, and she was wearing one of his shirts, but still, she looked like the prettiest woman in the world for him. He told her that and she giggled, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, and dragging him to the kitchen to get started on their breakfast.

Angie greeted them excitedly by the stairs, and Yn cooed when the dog followed her even after she gave her their morning scratches. She plated Angie's food and served the wiggly dog, while Mick got started on the pancakes.

Yn was cutting some fruits when Mick hugged her from behind, kissing her shoulder, then her neck, jaw, and when she turned her face to him, her lips. She sighed with the way he held her, the warmth he radiated.

"Did you finish the pancakes?" she asked, and Mick shook his head, kissing her lips one more time, before explaining, "Not yet, but I needed my fuel," and she rolled her eyes playfully at his antics.

"You're so cheesy sometimes."

"And you love me just the same," he teased, leaving a slap on her ass.

Yn left the knife and the mango on the counter, and turned to him, lacing her hands around his broad shoulders. His eyes were even clearer with the sun shining through the windows, and his lips had a pink tone to it from all the kisses. They stared at each other in complete silence for a few seconds, no words were needed in those moments, but still Yn nodded and voiced three small ones, making Mick smile, "I love you."

― ⋆🪩 VOICEMAIL: I JUST HAD TO SDKGJSKGJDS <3 I've been procrastinating writing chapter 22, so I hope this can distract y'all a bit while I get started heheh <3

[mitsuyeaah]

Ever since I remember myself, my dad would come in our room at night with a flashlight, looking to kill mosquitoes. That's also why the white walls of our room had little bloodstains on them :)

Maybe, reader waking up accidentally to tr boys (I'll leave it to you who) trying to kill mosquitoes in the middle of the night? :>

LATE NIGHT SHENANIGANS

syn: you waking up to them trying to kill mosquitoes in the middle of the night.

TR ft. KAZUTORA, MIKEY

cw: none, just pure fluff, my men being a lil silly in the middle of the night <3 pet names (my love, baby)

a/n: hehe of course i chose your pookies!!!

₊✮⸜ ༘⋆ KAZUTORA HANEMIYA

— would definitely try to be quiet when doing it but fails because he flails too much and accidentally knocks over the lamp resting on the bedside table (thank god it’s not broken, though). kazutora would be very apologetic afterwards though for waking you up, and most likely cuddles you back to sleep before going back to killing mosquitos.

crash! the loud sound of the lamp hitting the carpeted floor jolts your body awake. with your heart racing, and head spinning from sleepiness, you looked around the dark room to see a figure putting the knocked over lamp back on the bedside table. “kazu..?” you croaked, confused as to what he was doing at this ungodly hour. he must’ve not heard you since he walked at the foot of the bed and started.. flailing his arms?

the scene in front of you was confusing. it also didn’t help how you just woke up from your sleep, and it took a lot slower for things to process in your brain. you pinched yourself a couple of times, making sure you weren’t in some kind of weird realistic dream but no, you were awake—not fully though. you watched in confusion as kazutora looked like he was chasing something. he was so focused and determined to catch whatever he had his eyes on.

when you called out his name, this time a little louder, his gaze shot over to you—clearly startled that you were awake. “did i wake you up? i’m so sorry.” he quickly walked over to your side of the bed to give your forehead a chaste kiss, smoothing the wrinkles of confusion between your knitted brows. “my love, what are you doing? it’s 2 am..” you let out a sigh of content as he tucked you back under the covers, stroking your hair.

“i was.. i was just killing mosquitoes. they’re a bothersome.” he sheepishly admitted, a hand shyly rubbing his nape. thank god it was dark in the room because he could feel his face turning a deep shade of crimson red from embarrassment of being caught in such a silly act. you looked into his citrine eyes before letting out a snort, “you’re so cute, kazu.. d’you want me to help you kill them?”

with that, kazutora was instantly reminded with one of the reasons of why he loved you so much. you never questioned his weird antics, you always matched his energy as questionable as it seemed. best believe, the two of you spent a good 10 minutes laughing and trying to catch those damned flies.

₊✮⸜ ༘⋆ MANJIRO ‘MIKEY’ SANO

— tries to be quiet but resorts to trying to catch them between his hands, so he’d have to ‘clap’ which then wakes you up and may or may not be apologetic when he does accidentally wake you up. definitely starts getting frustrated because he can’t catch them (he’s kinda short) and you just lie there and laugh at him.

clap! clap! clap! you let out a groan, your sleep suddenly being interrupted by a loud constant noise. “manjiro.. can you go look at what’s making that sound..” you mumbled as you turned to your side, trying to catch the slumber you had just a few minutes ago. manjiro didn’t respond, and the constant clapping noise was still there. groaning, you sat up from the bed and rubbed your eyes to see what was causing the annoying noise.

once your vision cleared, you were met with the view of manjiro on the other side of the bed, clapping his hands in the air as he seemed to be trying to catch something. you blinked several times, trying to convince yourself if that really was manjiro or some kind of hallucination you were seeing from the lack of sleep you had. “‘jiro..? what—what are you doing, baby?” your tone was a mix of confusion but at the same time amusement, it was such a funny sight to see him clapping his hands in the air during the middle of the night.

manjiro turned to you, “killing mosquitoes.” he let out a sigh before going back to what he was doing earlier. you watched as his head followed a mosquito, his onyx eyes locked on the target with full concentration before jumping off the ground a bit and clapping his hands together. he looked at his palms and let out a frustrated groan, by his reaction, you assumed he so successful at catching the little insect.

it was a funny sight to see him so frustrated and worked up over not being able to kill it—you couldn’t help but laugh at him. you lied back in bed, your body fully turned to him as you laughed at the man in front of you. manjiro furrowed his brows, bottom lip jutting out in a pout as he asked you what was funny, “you! you should see the way you jumped and clapped your hands.. hilarious.” you wiped an imaginary tear off the corner of your eyes and smiled up at him.

you could see the gears turning inside his head as he stood there, unmoving. “okay, i guess i do look a little silly but i just have to get rid of them because they’re so annoying.” he grumbled . you watched manjiro as he continued to try and catch the flies while you laughed at his awkward figure while trying to do so. if it were any other person laughing at him, he would’ve gotten angry but it was you, and he was completely fine with that. he liked it when you laughed anyway, even if it meant making a fool out of himself.

© mitsuyeaah

[gothushi]

sweet dreams

pairing: charlie x f!reader

warnings: wet dreams, somno, creampie, light cum play, overstim

note: shld have been working on requests when i did this. its okay… got another charlie ask in the works hehe

word count: 4.6k

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He finds you on the couch, TV casting a flickering light over the living room area. A soft throw blanket is tucked around you as you sleep, head tipped back in a slightly uncomfortable position. A dish and a mug sit on the table from the little dessert and drink you had.

A warm smile forms on his lips, heading over to switch the TV off and squat down, a hand smoothing your hair back. Slipping his hands underneath you, Charlie lifts you up from the couch, blanket and all.

Your head lolls back with a quiet mumble, a small grunt, “Mmmm… mm..”

Charlie huffs a little laugh, trudging up the stairs with you in his arms princess style. Tucking you into bed, he crawls in beside you, looping an arm around your back.

He won’t be able to sleep, not for a while. He passes the time by looking at a few things on his personal phone, before setting it aside and rubbing his hand over your back, under your shirt to scratch your skin lightly. A couple kisses are laid atop your head.

It’s warm, crowded, people packed in around you and Charlie as he holds tight to your hand, guiding you through the crowd to against the wall. His eager hands roam over you, whilst you’re just busy trying to balance the drink in your hand as he paws at you, pulling you back against his front.

“Mmm..” You stir just the slightest, just enough to move. Arm over his front, you shift your leg over his lap, trapping his thigh, face tucked into his neck as you stretch out. You almost jolt, the position obviously feeling nice. Almost sixty seconds go by before you shift again, hips pushing down with a little noise.

“Y/N,” your name is all but groaned out as you squirm on his lap, his sleep hazed mind stirring back to life as he presses plush lips to your brow.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” You havin’ a lil dream?” He murmurs out, warm fingers stroking down to the small of your back.

You’re slipping back into a deeper sleep again, breathing even. Yet, your sleeping body responds to the touches. Hips wiggling down, you search for friction on your covered clit, a small hum sounding from your throat. His cock stirs in his boxers, the idea of you dreaming of something naughty making his own thoughts wander.

A low noise rumbles out from his chest, eyes flicking down to your thigh over his lap. He rocks his own hips up, just the slightest, other hand finding your thigh to just hold you. “Sweet girl..” he purrs, fingers rubbing over the fleece of your printed pajama pants.

You react to Charlie’s touch even while not conscious, whimpering a soft noise. A quiet sound, “mmph..” leaves you before your hips push down again. You mumble something incoherent, words slurring, hips finding an uneven rhythm.

A warm chuckle tickles over your ear, Charlie pressing another kiss to your forehead. He moves his hands to tug at the end of your shirt, wanting to expose more bare skin. Murmuring your name again, pressing you down harder in his lap, he tries to lull more noises from you.

Your hips jerk down again, a mumbled noise followed by something more understandable this time. “Charlie..” Well, at least he knows you’re dreaming about him.

A little sigh leaves Charlie at this, that little hip roll and your sweet voice.

“That’s it..” he encourages, his right hand moving up to rub over your arm, caressing your skin. “Such a good girl,” it comes muttered, eyes locked onto your face as you squirm about, other hand sliding over the swell of your ass.

Charlies greedy fingers tug at the edge of your short little dress, pulling the hem up over your ass. You’ll squeal that people will see, but no one seems to bat at eye at you both, nor realize you’re even there.

His hands greedily grope at you, and that seems to intensify the feelings you’re having ten fold. A small whiny cry leaves you, mumbled, lips parting against his skin at the base of his neck. Your hips roll down again, thighs trying to spread more. “Mph.. sto’... they’ll see..”

That sends heat right to his cock, hardening under you at a rapid pace. His fingertips dig into your one ass cheek, urging you down in a more steady rhythm. He thinks about someone watching the both of you, watching you two fuck, watching Charlie take what’s his.

“Mm.. don’t want them to?” He knows you won’t respond, but it’s fun to play into it.

Maybe forty-five seconds go by of little noises, sighs, before you’re speaking again all slurred, “‘nside Charlie.. wan’ it inside..” It’s like your hips wiggle side to side, thighs tightening on his own leg.

“Mhmm..” Charlie groans, head tipping back as he lets out a breath. Does that mean what he thinks it means? “You want me inside you, pretty girl?” His lips find your temple, both hands smoothing over your ass now.

His cock is tugged out of his dress slacks before you know it, rubbing over your drenched cunt, panties pulled to your knees where they slip to the floor around your heels. Whining, he pushes in, holding your hips so tight they’ll bruise, pounding into you with a primal need.

You slur more, and for a moment he thinks you’re gonna wake up, but you’re just further into the dream, more reactive. “Mmmm… ‘s so big.. won’ fit..’ you’re whining, before whimpering with a jolt down.

Okay.. he wants to play too. His hands push under the waistband of your pajama pants, pushing his warm hands over the curve of your ass, gripping both cheeks in a harsh hold. He can feel the lacey band of your panties, something simple and cute, fingertips grazing the insides of your thighs. He rocks his own hips up, rutting up into you with another soft groan.

“You’ll take it, won’t you, pretty thing?”

“Mmmff.. mmm.. Charlie- s’ big..”

Your body’s reactions to the more direction stimulation are addicting, so sweet to watch, makes his blood pump harder as his fingertips toy with the crotch of your panties, pulling them to one side as a finger dips down to feel how slick you are. The pads of two flatten and start to rub in slow circles, taunting your entrance.

It works to draw more moans from you, louder this time, small little ‘uhn.. uhnn.. uhnn’s leaving you with the pace your hips set.

“Mm.. ‘s.. so deep…”

He’s fucking into you at a greedy pace, slick coating the insides of your thighs, dripping down onto the floor as your drinks spills over the rim of your glass. You’re sobbing, crying out, but no one amongst the party even looks, not getting close to you both.

Every inch of him is aching for you, his clothed cock pushing up into your navel, making him hike you up a bit further by your ass before his hands continue their previous ministrations. They tease down your folds, dipping over your clit once, twice, then back to circle your hole, spreading the mess and being gentle.

“Too much? Y’wanna stop?” He taunts. He somehow finds knowing you won’t respond even hotter than the situation at hand.

Your thighs spread again, knees pressing into the bed. “Nnngh.. Char’ie.. wan’... wan’ it..” You slur about, hand limp against the sheets as your arm moves over his chest.

He chuckles, the little whine you give making his cock twitch, practically teasing himself with this entire thing.

“What do you want, pretty girl? Gotta tell me what you want,” he mutters, bending his leg at the knee to press his thigh up.

He’s gonna cum in you, despite your whining protests, the way your knees buckle and threaten to give out underneath you. His hands are pawing all over, grabbing your tits, tugging the neckline of your dress down to expose them, meanly pinching your nipples.

You obviously don’t directly respond, still asleep, but the more consistent friction could have you stirring any moment. You’re starting to drool against his neck where your lips are parted to breathe, your heart beating faster. “.. no don’.. no’ i’side.. don’ cum..”

Charlies cock twitches again, starting to throb dully with a huff of air. He licks his lips, the thought of filling you with his cum almost enough to make him wake you right now.

So he chances it, rolls you both over so you’re on your back and he settles between your legs. Your thighs splayed over his lap as he grinds down, grunting softly, “Yeah?” His lips find your neck, kissing at the base of it above your collarbones, “Don’t want me to cum in you, sweetheart?”

Suddenly he has you against the wall, back to the cold marble as he tears your dress off, pretty body exposed to his wandering eyes. He hikes your legs up around his waist, grinding back into you with wet kisses laving over your neck.

Even the movement doesn’t rouse you, even though he is gentle. You’re mumbling a lewd whine, “Hnnngh.. Charlie.. said no.. no- pull out..” You turn your head to the side, almost panting, arms laid up by your head.

The way your hips kick up against his makes him chuckle. “So greedy..” His lips pepper along your shoulder, over the spaghetti strap of your tank top, “My sweet little thing.. you want me?”

He grinds his cock down, wishing he could just will his boxers off without having to move.

The friction is so much more delicious this way, and your body definitely reacts to it. You’re breathing heavier, lips parted, face flushing pink in the dim light of your room. “Nnnm… uhnn..”

His hips rut down again, wanting to pull more noises from you, silently begging you to wake up. His teeth nip at your skin, his own breathing picking up as well as the pace of his hips. He wants you, he needs you, and it’s so hard to wait any longer.

“Charlie..” You whine, half asleep, and just as your thighs tighten around his waist, an orgasm is ripped from you, forcing you to wake up. You’re gasping, slick and cum pooling in your panties as your hands find his back, almost out of breath already as moans pour from you.

“There y’go..” He groans, pressing his hips down eagerly as your cute noises and whimpers spill out, filling the room. To have you so needy for him like this, crying out his name in pleasure..

Charlie lets out a needy grunt of his own at a particularly rough roll of your hips, one of his hands moving to the small of your back, encouraging you to keep going, to ride out your orgasm.

You almost sound like you’re crying, nails pressing into his skin, trying to lift your head, “Nnngh- Charlie! Oh my- God.” The drowsy feeling combined with the intense arousal is so fulfilling, so much more heightened than normal.

You start to come down as he slows his hips, panting, delirious. He leans in close, pressing kisses to the corner of your mouth before capturing your lips in a slow kiss. “Did you dream of me, pretty thing? Huh?” He smirks, his own cheeks a bit flush.

Your own cheeks burn hot for a different reason now, blinking blearily as your thighs shake, “Nnh? Was-..”

Charlie laughs at how worked up your are, pressing another kiss to your lips in hopes of relaxing you some more, “Did you have a nice dream?” He desperately wants to hear about it, wants to hear what had you dripping in your panties.

Another moment before reality sets in and you remember, giggling as you lay your head back into the pillows with a little moan. “Mmmph.. mhmm.. was nice.”

A shiver runs up his spine and the length of his cock, twitching in his boxers. Caged in with his elbows, he smirks down at you, “Yeah? You gonna tell me about it?” His one hand moves, fingers rubbing up and down the side of your neck, over your jaw, caressing you.

His hips press in more as he shifts, your own clit still throbbing as you whimper before giggling again. “Mm.. we were.. at a party..” You sigh out, content, “Some fancy house.. all crowded.”

“A party, huh?” Charlie leans down, his lips pressing chaste kisses on your chin, trailing down over your cheek and jaw. “Was I your date?”

His other hand finds the hem of your tank top, tugging it up some to expose your tummy. “Yeah.. mm.. we were.. all pretty lights ‘nd stuff.. crowded. We were dancing ‘nd you kept grabbing at me..” You’re still drowsy, brain muddled with sleep as you recall the events of your subconscious.

He caresses over your tummy, grunting softly as he adjusts his hips, pressing his clothed cock against your heat again. “Yeah? How was I grabbin’ you?”

“Kept.. mmph! Kept.. grabbing my boobs over my dress, and my hips, tryin’ to make me grind on you..” You’re whining now, heart speeding up again. “We were in some corner and no one was payin’ ‘ttention to us..”

The soft sounds you make just about kill him, Charlie giving a low groan as he pushes the hem of you tank top up over your tits, drinking in the sight of them as both hands cup over the mounds of plush flesh, thumbs rubbing over your pebbling nipples. It draws a sharp whimper from you, makes your back bend in response. He leans down to press his lips to them, licking over the smooth skin, kissing open mouthed over your right nipple, his hips rolling down again - this time in a rougher, more desperate motion.

“Nnngh! I-..” Your own hips jolt, tired arousal flooding your body again. Even though your legs are a bit sore and weak from the first orgasm, body recovering, he never fails to keep that feeling alive in you, keep that fire lit. Your head lifts up a little, trying to look down at him, “Y’kept.. y’pulled my dress up ‘nd started fucking me.. but no one was.. was even looking..”

“Yeah? No one saw us, pretty thing?” Charlie murmurs into your tits, kissing the valley between them, flicking his eyes up to grin at you. His left hand slides up your neck to cradle your jaw, thumb rubbing over your lower lip, “Just a secret corner to ourselves.”

He looks so hungry for you like this, groaning quietly as the image floods his mind, his hips continuing to grind down with that harder pace.

Your expression twists to show pleasure, brows furrowing up, eyes lidded, tilting your head into his hand, “Charlie..” Your core tenses as you try to lift your hips with his, so groggy.

He bites down on his plush lower lip, groaning again as he stares up at you. His right hand squeezes on your tit again, lowering back down to bite at the flesh.

“Nnnnh! So-..” you pant, “rough.” He’s groping at your tits, pushing your head back into the pillows with the grasp on your jaw. Manhandling you how he wants you. Your own hands lower down to your waist, the band of your pajama pants being pushed down by your fingers.

“Gotta be rough with my pretty girl..” he breathes out eagerly, sitting up a bit on his knees to give you room. His hands still rub all over, cupping your tits and smacking at one to earn a giggle from you, before rubbing over your sides and grabbing your pajamas and panties for you, tugging them down your thighs. He lands a smack on your ass whilst your legs are drawn up, another sharp cried giggle escaping you before he leans over and pulls your tank top from your body, tossing the articles aside somewhere on the floor.

Now completely naked, goosebumps rise on your skin, trying to lift up on your elbows. “Charlie.. wan’ it.. please?” One hand reaches down between your legs to hook your fingers into the elastic of his boxers.

His larger hand wraps over your own, grinning, guiding it lower to press over his cock, “This, pretty girl?” His own breath is hot, heavy as his length twitches from the friction.

A whine is drawn from you whilst your hand squeezes over his cock, thumb rubbing at the hard flesh, “Yes.. yes, please..”

Oh, that pretty little whine. Makes his boxers feel a bit tighter. It’s almost too much for him, the way you’re laid out, pussy shiny with your own cum. He can’t resist any longer, he drags one hand along your legs until it meets your cunt, slipping a finger in immediately after.

“Ah-! No, don’ need it Charlie.. ‘m ready I promise.” You’re trembling with the feeling, pussy sensitive, skin slick and smooth, “Please.. need you now..” You try whining, hand trying to grab at his wrist.

He likes toying with you, also likes hurting you, but he never fucks you without at least a finger or two beforehand, whether it’s his or yours. So he plays into it to get his way, “Beg for it,” he hums, finger moving in and out, slow, joined by another, feeling the tight rim of your entrance stretch on his digits. “You know what I want to hear, Y/N.. c’mon sweetheart.”

You’re whimpering, eyes watery with tears. Arching up as if you want a kiss, you plead softly in the sweetest voice, “Charlie.. please.. wan’ it.. need you to fill me up..”

It works like a charm, just the idea of being buried deep in you in, possibly cumming in you, has him groaning.

“Oh, sweetheart..” he breathes out, moving to press his lips to your own. His digits slip from you, swiping cum up onto your clit and rubbing in little circles for just a moment, pulling a few cried noises from you before he sits back up. Pushing his boxers down is an easy task, shifting to slip them from each leg and let them join your pajamas on the floor. The head of his cock nudges over your clit before pushing down, in, slow. In just a few inches, he leans over your clammy body, skin heated as his chest presses to yours, “Feel good?”

The intrusion has you crying out a moan, whiny, feeling that delicious sting from little prep. Your hands find his back, onto his shoulders, “Charlie! Go slow, nnngh!”

That’s what he wanted. Those cute noises, all choked up with tears because he just feels so big, curves to reach just the best spots inside you. He has to contain himself, because your cunts so hot and slick around him, he just wants to fuck down into you without a care in the world. “I will, just breathe, pretty girl,” he promises, holding himself still for you. It’s torture, honestly.

“Mmmh-.. more.” It doesn’t take long for you to plead, only a few moments later is he pushing in slowly, inch by inch.

“More, mm? So needy for me..” It’s taunting, his hands cupping your shoulders whilst he holds himself up on his elbows. Your body squirming under him, the tears in your eyes, the way your nails bite against his flesh, it all has him grunting, letting out a slow breath.

His eyes flick up to your expression, your lips parted, eyes hazy and lidded with pure bliss at your body being used, yet cherished. “That feel good, Y/N? Yeah?”

Your arms slide up and curl around his neck, nodding with a sniffle, “‘m.. so full..”

“Yeah?” Charlie huffs a laugh, “Feel how deep I reach?” Hips flush to your ass, buried to his balls in your pussy. His lower navel brushes your clit, the pressure there a nice reminder of how sensitive you are.

He nudges that spot deep inside, a spot you can’t reach with your own fingers, a spot he loves toying with whenever he gets the chance, and your eyes roll back. Neck craning so he has room as he starts kissing the soft skin, you whimper as if you’re crying, nails scratching at his back.

“Ah! Nnnnh.. Charlie.. Charlie, mmmh!”

That cute sound you make has him chuckling again, nipping at your pulse point, licking over the faux pain. He pulls back halfway, cock shiny with your slick, before pushing back in with a grunt. Repeating, he does it faster, just slightly harder.

“That’s it.. that’s my pretty girl.. taking my cock so well for me,” Charlie murmurs praise into your jaw, a whiny groan escaping his throat. “Just enjoy it.. feel how fuckin’ deep I am..”

“So- big!” Whimpering, repeating the words you said whilst you were dreaming. Sticky strings of slick and cum connect your bodies everytime he pulls back, shiny on your skin if you were to look down. Shifting, your ankles cross behind his back, “Char- mmm! Charlie!”

That little gasped noise has his cock throbbing, no doubt leaking pre as he fucks into you at a steady pace, The lewd smack of his hips against you has his cheeks coloring pink, heart pounding. He just loves how your sweet body reacts to him, loves him.

He moans happily, teeth biting at your jaw, suckling right after to leave a mark he knows you’ll whine about later. “So needy.. feelin’ so good for me, are ya, sweetheart?”

The force of him fucking into your cunt has you jolting against the bed, big hands sliding to grope at your tits as his mouth moves lower on your neck. You have to let go of his back and lift your hands above your head, fingers curling against the wood of the bed frame, “Charlie- Charlie… nnghah! Ha- harder.. please-”

“Harder?”

One of his hands finds your jaw, thumbing your lip as you gasp. It keeps you in place, forcing you to look at him as he looms over you, rolling his hips down slow. “You sure? Mm- no taking that back once I get started.” It’s a faux threat, one that makes your pussy clench onto his cock, makes his eyes flutter a little.

Nodding best you can, “Yeah- want it..” Heat coats your face, down your neck and ears, skin growing clammy with sweat.

What a needy thing you are for him.. he loves how hard you’re trembling, how turned on you are, that cute expression. He can’t get enough.

“Even though it’s gonna make that pretty pussy sore tomorrow?”

Nodding again, quicker than before like you’re desperate, “Yeah- yeah!” You’re almost near tears at this point, so sensitive, nails biting into the wood of the bed frame.

“Yeah?” He sits up on his knees, hiking you up further onto his lap. He can’t deny you anything. So, he starts to really drive himself into you, hands latching onto your waist to hold you in place.

You squeal out a cry, tears burning your eyes and blurring your vision, hands flying down to press at his stomach, jolting with sensitivity. But you asked for it.

You’re looking up at him as if silently begging for help, ankles falling uncrossed to just dangle in the air with the force of him fucking you, whines and moans forced from your lungs. You look so pretty like this, so overwhelmed but wanting, craving more.

Charlie knocks your hand away from him, fingers curling around your wrist to just hold onto, doing what he wants with you. His own expression is needy, eyes lidded, firm, lips parted as he grins. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

“So-! Good! Charlie- Charlie!”

Your lungs are greedy for air, gasping, tears slipping down into your hairline.

“That’s right doll.. keep crying for me, that’s my good girl,” the praise floods your senses and makes you feel all fuzzy, feeling him lay overtop you to curl his arm around you, the other cradling your jaw, hips smacking with a lewd noise. His navel hits your clit every thrust in, slapping onto it with sticky strings of wetness between your bodies.

His warmth has you on cloud nine, whining and latching onto him again with painted nails digging crescents into his skin, holding on tight. “Charlie-! Charlie.. ‘m g’na.. nngh-”

He’s panting, groaning little noises as he nods himself. He swears he feels the sting of you drawing blood, so he grabs your forearms and presses them against the pillows above your head, one hand curling over yours so he can move his other back down to your tits. He can’t keep his eyes off you, his pretty girl, losing herself under him.

The forced eye contact is what sends you over the edge, a second orgasm rolling through like a tidal wave. It crashes hard, back arching as you squirm on his cock, legs kicking a little with a whiny noise.

Charlie loves that this is all for him, only him, no one else will ever see you, feel you this way. He coos a noise, a deep hum, your cunt squeezing down in a way that has him keening, “Oh, Y/N,” he lets out, that rough, needy voice of his sending a shudder through you as your orgasm ends. It’s taking all his focus not to cum in you.

“Charlie-! In, mmgh! In, please,” well, you’re pleading so sweetly, how could he resist? With a groan, he leans down to capture your lips in a sloppy kiss, gasping himself with a whine as he cums in you. His hips jolt with each spurt, buried deep in your cunt. He hums your name, slurred against the kiss.

The feeling is euphoric, crying out again as cum starts to leak around his cock, slowly thrusting in to ride out your orgasms. “Nnngh.. Charlie..”

His hand lets go of your wrists, sliding down your arm to pet over you, panting just as hard as you are, “Oh, sweetheart, I’ve got you..” he nuzzles against your cheek, kissing, holding you tight with his hands petting over your sweaty skin.

Sitting up on his knees after a few moments, his blues are glued to where you’re connected, slowly pulling his cock out. A groan is drawn from him at the sight, watching his cum mix with yours and spill from your used hole. A thumb swipes through the mess, rubbing it up over your clit just to elicit another whimper from you with a mischievous grin.

“Sh sh shh.. look at you..” He toys with you, rubbing his thumb in little circles before bringing it up to suck into his mouth, humming. The mere action has you huffing, exhausted, staring up at him lazily as you feel the mess drip from you.

He lays down, rolling onto his back and pulling you into his chest, quite like the position you were in before. It’s easy to ignore the mess for now in favor of taking some minutes to just relax and breathe, cuddling into his warm body, his calloused hands petting over your back.

Pleasurable aftershocks roll through you, sure your clit is still throbbing, causing you to giggle. “Mm.. mmmm..”

“Shh shh.. y’feeling okay, pretty girl?” He checks in, tilting his head against yours to land a kiss on your temple.

“Mm.. yeah.” You breathe out, sighing contentedly, kissing at the base of his neck, “Mm.. love you.”

“Love you, Y/N.” He grins, fingers coming up to comb over your hair, pushing it away, “You wanna go back to sleep or..? Maybe get a snack in ya?”

“Mmm.. maybe a snack..” The idea has you grinning, you do happen to be craving something sweet.

Charlie laughs at how adorable he finds you, even if it’s just a simple thing. Pliant and satisfied, now it’s time to care for you.

“My spoiled girl.”

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[dameronscopilot]

Hey Dee, dunno if you do requests like this right now but would you mind writing something sweet (and maybe a lil spicy because Benny reasons) with Benny and sick!reader - I'm currently coughing my way through my 2nd round of covid 😩 thank you so much for all your wonderful content! 💖

benny miller x f!reader

summary: benny knows exactly what you need when you're sick—in more ways than one.

word count: 1k

18+

content: nsfw, smut, sick!fic, soft benny, fingering, masturbation

a/n: i hope you're starting to feel better, bb 💖💖!

Your throat feels raw when you rouse after a restless night, the dredges of sleep still weighing heavily at the edges of your consciousness. While the right side of the mattress is empty, the sheets are still warm to the touch, meaning Benny must have only recently slipped out of bed.

Despite your insistence that you wouldn't be offended if he slept on the couch, he spent the night at your side, fingers tracing soothing patterns down your arms and back throughout your coughing fits. You'd caught this cold from him, after all. You shield your eyes as you glance over at the window, the bright sunlight streaming in through the gap in the curtains doing your splitting headache no favors at all.

After slipping on a pair of sweatpants and socks and pilfering a dark green hoodie from Benny's side of the closet, you shuffle out into the living room, rubbing at your heavy eyes with the palm of your hand. At the sound of your feet padding across the laminate flooring, Benny pokes his head out from the kitchen, frowning when he sees you rifling through the large basket in the corner in search of your favorite blanket.

"Baby, I was going to bring you breakfast in bed. You didn't have to get up."

Of course he would do that.

Benny Miller is a man of many talents, but one of his best—in your humble opinion—is his unfailing need to dote on you whenever you're sick.

With the thick, sherpa-lined bundle grasped in your hands, you settle down onto the couch and glance up at him, the corner of your mouth quirking upward when you spy the splatter of pancake mix on the collar of his shirt as he approaches.

"I needed to sit up, anyway. My nose feels too congested when I'm in bed," you shrug.

Benny leans down, cupping the side of your face as he presses a kiss to your forehead. "Alright. Do you want tea?"

"Please." Your throat sings at the mere thought of the hot, soothing liquid.

"Honey?"

"Yeah?"

Benny bites his bottom lip and grins at your response, "No. Do you want honey, honey?"

You let your head drop against the back of the couch, laughing at yourself as you nod to him.

When Benny returns to the kitchen, you hear him groan as he calls out, "The pancakes might be a little burnt."

Snorting, you sit back up to swipe the remote off of the coffee table. "I can't really taste anything, anyway, so you're off the hook."

You can hear Benny's deep chuckle in response, followed by the sound of him rifling through the pantry.

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Later, Benny lays down with you on the couch, wrapping his arms around you and tugging your back against his chest as he flips through the Netflix catalog in search of a movie to watch. Lulled by the warmth of his body heat seeping through your clothes and the feather-light touch of his thumb against the sliver of your hip left exposed, you manage to fall into a comfortable sleep.

You wake up just as the end credits are crawling across the screen, stretching your limbs ever so slightly to find Benny's hand tucked right into your sweatpants, fingers gently resting atop the front of your cotton panties. It's not meant to be sexual, per se; he just has a habit of slipping his hand into your pants while you're cuddling. But you're already feeling so sick and needy, you can't help the way your skin prickles with desire when his hand unconsciously slips even lower, nestling at the junction between your mound and your thighs.

"You awake?" Benny asks, his voice rough from sleep. He must have just woken up as well.

"Kind of," you yawn softly, ever so slightly rocking your hips into his touch.

Benny's fingers twitch, sliding down between your thighs, and he puts deliberate, steady pressure against your hot core. You don't even bother hiding the keening sound that tumbles from your lips, back arching in response.

His lips graze the shell of your ear as he drawls, "You want me to take care of you, honey?"

"Yes, Ben," you breathe out, reaching behind you to grasp his shirt when he begins to rub circles into your cunt, fingers still placed outside of your underwear.

You know he can feel it—the damp spot of arousal soaking through your panties. When he hooks finger in them and drags a digit through your slick folds, he groans appreciatively, taking a swipe with another one a moment later.

"So wet, baby. Should have told me you needed this earlier." He slides his hand into your panties from the top, cupping your mound as he continues, "Gonna make you feel so good."

A breathy sigh leaves you when he slowly sinks a digit into your tight entrance and rucks up your sweatshirt with his other hand, beginning to massage your breasts. Pleasure crawls down your spine at the feeling of the callused pads of his fingers teasingly scraping against your tender nipples as he stretches your cunt open further with another finger.

"So fuckin' pretty like this," Benny croons, capturing your lips in a soft kiss as you turn your head to glance back at him. "So pretty for me."

With Benny's body curled around you, one hand clasping your breasts and pinching your peaked nipples, the other wetly plunging in and out of your soaked cunt as his thumb strokes your clit, it doesn't take long for the hot wave of pleasure stretching taut in your gut to snap.

You choke out a moan when your climax floods through you, writhing shamelessly as Benny curls his fingers and languidly strokes your walls until your trembling legs eventually still, peppering kisses along the exposed skin of your neck.

Rolling onto your back as you catch your breath, you run a hand over the front of Benny's shorts, not surprised to find his erection straining against the fabric. But he bats your hand away, shaking his head.

"You need to rest."

You pout. "But—"

He reaches into his shorts, pulling out his flushed, leaking cock as he offers you a wry grin. "I'll do it. Just talk me through it."

Another jolt of arousal crawls back to life inside of you at the thought, and as if he knows exactly what you're thinking, he begins to languidly stroke at your sensitive cunt again, too.

[ladylooch]

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Yea, like can we see a lil snip of this. Like she changes her demeanour and David notices and checks in and they stop. Just fluffy as they communicate and then take care of eachother and cuddle 🥹

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It’s been a rough week for both Mack and David. For the latter, a five game losing home stand has him and his teammates incredibly frustrated. For the previous, her article is not coming along like she has been hoping it would for the last few days, creating doubts and uncertinty for what to do next. After talking about their frustrations at dinner earlier, Mack and David knew exactly how they were going to end up in together later.

So it’s not a surprise that David has Mack smashed into the bed on all fours, railing into her from behind as he pins her wrists in place. The primal urge to fuck harder into her hits him and he snaps his hips tighter into her. Mack’s arms move slightly against his grip. He tightens down on her, stapling her arms in place at her sides so he can keep taking her the way they both want. 

Mack grows still and quiet under him. David moans. Mack does not. 

His eyes snap open and he takes in her form beneath him. She is rigid, eyes screwed shut tight with her cheek pressing into their comforter. David can feel her get tighter around him, but in a different way, almost unwelcome, compared to when she is right on the edge for him.

“Honey, you okay?” Mack shakes her head no. 

David releases her immediately, sliding out of her gently. His hands glide up her arms, then down her back as he steps back off the bed, standing behind her as she curls into the fetal position. Her breathing is rushed, arms crossed over her chest. Patiently, David observes her.

“Can I hold you, honey?” He asks, laying next to her on his back, careful not to touch her until she moves for him.

“Yeah.” She sighs, uncrossing her arm and reaching for him. “I don’t know what just happened but all of a sudden I lost it.” She shudders as he pulls her into his side.

“Okay. Did I do something?” He asks seriously, wanting to know.

“No.” She shakes her head, then turns to kiss his lips. “Something in me shifted and I wasn’t in a mental space I could keep going.”

“Okay. We are good?”

“Yeah.” She nods, kissing him again. “Thank you for noticing.” 

“Of course, baby.” He smoothes her hair back from her face then kisses her once again. Mack sighs, hooking her arms around his neck and turning so they are enclosed in a circle with their limbs. They settle into silence as they both rub each others backs, intimately connecting despite the bump in the road they just experienced. With other partners, this would be awkward and someone would be running from this apartment. But not with Mack and David. They’re leaning into each other further in this moment than if they were still curled up having sex like before.

“I’m hungry.” Mack says suddenly. 

“I can make some pancakes? Or an omelet.”

“Can we split an omelet?”

“Sure.” He chuckles. What she really means is will he make one, so she can have three bites and then he will finish the rest while she grabs ice cream from the freezer. David waits a few more precious seconds, continuing to touch his girlfriend all over her shoulders, back, and thighs, making sure she is okay before he gently peels their naked skin apart. “Come help?” He asks, extending a hand out to her. 

She takes it with a smile, slightly shy as he kisses her again.

“I’m trying really hard not to apologize.” She admits.

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” He assures her.

“I know… I just… we really wanted this tonight.”

“Yeah, but not if you’re uncomfortable. I’m happy just being in the same room as you, babe.” He tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, then leans forward to kiss her forehead. “Ham and cheese?”

“Mhm.” She nods, biting her lip as she follows him to the closet for a quick change of clothes.