#im tipsy and just wanted to get them off

[wehaveagathering]

Grav's Favorite Play of the Night: 9.13.24 PHI v NYR, rookie game 4-3 NYR shootout win

1. Spencer Gill takes extreme offense to a Ranger in the Flyers' zone. 2. A second Ranger gets the puck; turns it over to Matvei Michkov, who 3. passes something gorgeous straight to where Emil Andrae's stick is going to be. Andrae makes Desnoyers work for it, but Desnoyers gets the puck and checks a Rag, who checks him back, and 4. he goes down. Andrae runs smack into a Ranger trying to get to the loose puck, and knocks it free to Michkov, who — honestly, I don't know what the fuck he does here, I barely know how to describe it. He ghostwalks straight through the defender and gets a shot on goal through another defenseman. Then he 5. gets the puck BACK in order to get it to Oliver Bonk, who gets off another shot on goal. By the grace of their goalie go the Rangers rookies.

[lowvintagesims]

ik simblr can’t be about notes or else disappointment is inevitable but i’ve been putting off my first story post for weeks bc i’m afraid it won’t get any attention

[i-like-loserz]

apt for two

pairing: san x reader

cw: smut (18+), drunk!san with needy-desperate vibes (as always), afab!reader, friends-to-lovers, praise kink, mommy kink, handjob, nipple play (m!recieving), breeding kink, unprotected piv, eternal boner (you'll find out), mention of asian glow, san's fancam, not beta-read, etc.

wc: 4k (wow)

note: I WAS SUPPOSED TO FINISH LIKE THREE 1/4 DONE FICS BUT INSTEAD IM DOING THIS :) also i get asian glow too, so i love the representation i'm getting with drunk-teez!

1 shot

tonight was supposed to involve a pregame at your place before bar-hopping, but somebody decided to ditch you and turn in early (wooyoung). of course, it wasn't until 9:30 that you got the text.

you'd been waiting so patiently, only having one drink. you were saving the rest to share with your friends once he arrived. it was supposed to be the three of you, but now it's just--

2 shots

"maybe he's just tired because of work or something?"

san is sweet, trying to lighten your disappointment.

he just took his second shot, barely wincing as he swallows it quickly before gently setting the glass back on the counter -- you can tell he's trying to hide his distaste for the liquor.

"he's just hungover because he decided to go out without us last night, sannie..." you drone, "he's probably sleeping off the club."

"hm, you're probably right. but if he were here, it probably wouldn't be that fun if he's hungover."

"that's true..."

you pour another round of shots.

3 shots

"hey, let's play a game." san looks at you with bright eyes.

you can see it already -- the flush spreading across his cheeks. for such a big guy, he sure get tipsy easily.

"what kind of game? there's only the two of us."

"how about...apateu?"

"with two people?" he nods with a cute little smile. how could you deny him? "sure, if you want"

5 shots (for san)

you bite back an adoring smile as you watch san down a second shot. his expressions are a lot freer now, letting himself wince just from the smell of tequila, followed by a grossed-out groan after he takes it.

"okay, maybe we should stop. you've lost twice already." he's not very good at this game -- even when you let him pick the number for each turn.

"no, no, let's go again!" his eyes are glazed over, lids heavy from the liquor as he tries to convince you to continue.

you let a smile crack as you watch him sway prettily in front of you, "...you seem a lot more drunk than me though."

"hm?" he smiles back, "that's okay? right?"

you can't help but laugh at his adorableness. he picks up your shot glass and nudges it closer to you.

"just take one, so we're even."

it might just be the liquor, or that pretty blush on his face, but you're feeling bold.

"mm, but you had two, baby."

you say it so casually, yet he reacts to that word immediately. his expression is quickly replaced with something needy.

oh, so he liked that....

"t-then take two." he suggests with a stutter.

you pour yourself one more, right to the brim, and he watches on in awe. you drink it easily, enjoying the way san's eyes stare at your lips as you lick them clean.

"i don't think we're gonna make it to the bars tonight." you tease.

his small shy smile returns, "just stay here...with me, then."

5 shots + a glass of water (for san)

you guide san to the couch with a glass of water in your hand.

barely a few steps from the kitchen counter, he makes you stop for a moment so he can clumsily lace his fingers with yours.

"it's more secure" he murmurs shyly.

you don't say anything as you continue to lead him into the living room, but when you turn away you're biting your lip to stop yourself from pouncing on him.

you're afraid that your cuteness aggression will scare him away.

he immediately picks up a pillow to snuggle against his chest as he sits down. always needing something in his lap...

he looks up at you, all pink cheeks and smiles, as you set the glass of water down on the coffee table in front of him.

you sit down next to him and settle against the plush seat with a sigh.

"what now?" he asks eager and curious.

eager for what?

"well, first, drink some water," san obediently takes a few sips of water as you continue to speak, "do you want to watch a movie or something?"

you were planning on letting him crash on the couch, but how could you leave him when he's looking at you like that?

"hm..." he puts the glass down before looking back at you with a shy expression, "can we watch something else?"

"like what?"

"can i show you some of my fancams?"

"...fancams...?"

"yeah, i want to show you how i look in concert."

you almost giggle from how shy he's being. isn't tequila supposed to make you bolder?

"sannie, i've been to your concerts."

he pouts -- actually pouts, "but you haven't seen them like this!"

how could you deny him?

"ok, ok, let's have a look then."

you try to give him the remote to look it up, but he immediately struggles to type with it -- even turning off the tv at some point -- so you have to take over.

"so it's...'san fancam--'" you press in each letter individually.

"'--ice on my teeth 241115'" he finishes for you.

"...1...5..."

you finally type it all in and click on the video. you see woo (the ditcher of the night, you remind yourself) crouching in front of a sleekly dressed san, who looks very different from the soft and cuddly man next to you.

"how do you remember all of the numbers for the title?" you question as you finally relax back onto the couch.

he shrugs, "i dunno, i just do -- wait, start it over, we were talking during the start!"

"san, it's been like, two seconds."

"please??"

you start it over to placate him.

as you watch the video, you notice how quiet he is next to you.

he must be really into his own fancams...

you get it though. you've never watched his fancams before (you've only seen woo's because he forces you to binge them with him whenever you facetime), but he looks really good in that long coat, glasses, and with his hair slicked back like that, hitting every note with that stupidly handsome look on his face.

he looks so serious...so domineering. delectable.

so...not how you usually see him.

you turn to look at him, wondering if he's just as entranced by himself as you are -- but he's already looking at you.

you feel your cheeks heat up as you're caught ogling your friend, right in front of him.

"so...? do you like it?"

"yeah, it was a good performance, san."

"sannie." he corrects, "do you really like it, or are you just saying that?"

"no, i really like it--"

"which part? do you like the outfit? a lot of people say they like that outfit on me the most. but there's also one where i have on a see-through top..." he starts to ramble.

oh, now you know what he's looking for.

your voice is soft as you coo to him, "you looked great up there, sannie. so talented...and handsome." he smiles sheepishly as you compliment him, "did you show this to me because you wanted to show off? show me how good you are in front of a crowd?"

now he's shy.

"just wanted to know if you liked what you see."

you cradle his face with your hand, "you're so cute, baby," he melts against your touch, nuzzling his warm cheek against you, "just want some praise, hm?"

it's crazy that you have this man falling apart for you with a few words and a bare touch of your hand.

on stage, he looks so regal and put together.

right here? he looks undeniably soft and malleable.

"do you like me?"

"of course, i do." you caress his cheek with your thumb, enjoying the heat that radiates off his skin, "you're a sweetheart."

"no, like, do you like-like me?" his eyes meet yours, wide with hope and yearning.

"what, are we in middle school?" you tease.

he whines softly, "im serious"

you ignore his question and throw it back at him.

"do you like me?"

he's hesitant, timid, but eventually --

"mhm."

"oh really? since when?"

"since forever."

"why didn't you tell me?"

"because..." san briefly looks away, "because i don't know if you like me"

your hand drifts from his jaw to his chin. you can't help but admire his perfect features -- his fluffy hair, dark brows, intense eyes, cute nose, and...his lips.

you carefully glide your thumb over his pretty bottom lip, enamored by how pretty and pink it is.

he stutters out a breath.

"and if i do?"

"c-can you kiss me?" he sounds so sweet and timid when he asks. his eyes eagerly glance down at your lips as you drag his bottom lip down, revealing his pearly white teeth.

you're mesmerized by his mouth. you press against his perfect teeth and he opens up immediately, letting you drag your thumb against his soft tongue. he sucks it in, laving sweetly against the sensitive pad of your finger as he stares up at you, eager to please.

"such a good boy~"

he whines, brows furrowing in desperate need. what a sweet sound.

you move your hand from his mouth so you can get in a better position. you shift from the couch to his lap, wanting to feel his body against yours. his arms immediately loop around your body, finding your waist so he can press you closer.

you dip in, hand at the base of his neck to control him, and nudge your nose against his -- just to tease him. he tries to push up and press his lips to yours, but you stop him, hand firmly holding him back.

"what am i gonna do with you?" you shake your head, "silly boy..."

he looks confused, brows tighten together endearingly, an expression that's slightly embarrassed.

"i-i thought you wanted to kiss."

"did i say that?"

"n-no, but--"

"you think you're so pretty that anyone would let you hit?" your hand moves up to the center of his neck. you press gently on the sides of his throat, pulling a groan from his lips. "mm...maybe you are pretty..."

he shivers from the praise. you can tell he's trying to hold back, but he's still subtly trying to move his hips under you, desperate for any type of friction.

"please? just one kiss?"

"just one?" you ghost your lips on his.

he whimpers at the feeling. you guess his lips are especially sensitive.

"please"

you give in, leaning against his silky pink lips. you feel him melt against you, sighing into it like it's the sweet relief of water in a barren desert. he desperately attempts to pull you closer by your waist, but you're already firmly pressed against him.

he deepens the kiss, delicately licking against the seam of lips before diving in and dragging his tongue against yours. you taste the tequila and lust -- it makes you hungry for more. he moans prettily when you nip at his lips, sucking on the sweet, sensitive skin until it gets all puffy and plump.

when you break the kiss, he attempts to chase your lips for more, not ready to separate. you dodge his advances with an amused smile, loving how needy he is already.

"you said one kiss"

"mmm, i think i messed up on that one..." he swipes his tongue over his swollen lips as he stares hungrily at yours, eyelids heavy but gaze wanting, "can we try again?"

“maybe if you earn it again…”

he groans, “fuck,” he presses his hips against yours, making you feel how hard he is under his pants, “but i need you so bad, mommy.”

hearing that word slip from his beautiful lips almost makes you melt into a puddle, right on his lap. if it weren’t for the way you were straddling him, your thighs would’ve immediately pressed together from the amount of need you were feeling. 

you press down on him just as eagerly, panting from the pressure of his hard cock against your aching clit. 

"yeah? you gonna be a good boy and fill me up?"

"mhmm~" his deep voice drones, vibrating from his chest against yours, "please let me -- i need to be inside of you."

you roll your hips against him, coaxing cute whimpers from him with every press.

"think you deserve it?" you taunt. san can't even answer you, merely nodding with his eyes squeezed shut, reveling in the feeling of your body grinding against his.

your hands move down from his neck, over his chest and stomach before settling right against his covered cock. you can feel the way he twitches under his pants, desperately begging for attention.

he groans when you press against him, the minimal pressure is already too much for him to handle.

"you're already so hard for me." you stroke him over his pants, feeling the perfect contours of his erection even when separated by the fabric.

"m'always hard for you" he slurs, hips subtly flexed upwards in an attempt to feel more of you.

"let me see." you unbutton his pants with ease and use a bit of force to pull them off just far enough to reveal his pretty cock and the top of his legs. his blushing tip weeps delicately with beads of cum, already spilling against his shaft -- evidence of how close he already is to the edge.

when you wrap your hand around him, his body stiffens and his hands instantly grip over the top of your thighs to ground himself.

"w-wait...not yet--" he begs, head thrown back in ecstasy.

you haven't even done anything yet.

"sannie," you can feel him throbbing against your fingers, "baby, are you okay?"

"d-don't move." he shudders, "i m-might--"

you watch his facial expressions closely as you squeeze your fist around him, nearly drooling from the way his eyebrows scrunch together with intensity.

"oops..." you fail to hide your smile but it doesn't matter, he can't see it anyway. you swipe your thumb against the edge of his tip, massaging that sweet spot as his legs begin to shake.

you slip your other hand under his shirt, feeling up his muscled torso to his heaving chest. his skin is warm and smooth against your fingers and it makes you want to leave pretty marks all over him.

his back arches when you lazily drag your index finger against his nipple. you circle your finger around it experimentally and the needy bud hardens from your teasing touch.

"sensitive boy..." you hum.

he whimpers sweetly, "t-too much--"

you ignore his words and pinch his nipple. his mouth opens and he's barely able to take a handful of breaths before he's crying out in broken moans and thrusting against your hand. you work him through it with hushed praises, letting him fuck your fist until he's too weak to continue.

you take your other hand and run your fingers through his hair lovingly as his climax moves through him before caressing the back of his flushed neck. his overstimulated body shivers against your gentle touch, but he still leans into it.

he made a mess.

his cum spurted all over -- spilling over your hand and dripping on your lap -- so now, your pants (and his) are ruined. when san finally calms down a bit, he peeks down at the mess as well.

"i-i'm sorry, i tried to hold it in..." he stares at you with rounded eyes, sparkling with shame and embarrassment.

you tilt your head as you regard the flushed man before you, "if you're gonna be so messy, clean it up." he cowers slightly at your taunting words.

"h-how..."

you lift the hem of his shirt wordlessly and -- after a moment of confusion -- he obediently raises his arms to let you take it off. he watches on with a surprised expression as you bundle it up and use it to wipe your hands and lap.

"what? you thought i'd make you lick it up?" you tease, "didn't know you were that much of a pervert."

"i-no, i d-don't know." he stammers.

you accidentally brush against him as you're cleaning up and his body jolts harshly from the feeling. you gently move the shirt away and notice that he's still hard.

how the fuck--

he can feel your stare.

"u-um...it's..." he attempts to cover himself up with his hands, "this is normal." you throw his shirt to the side and take him by the wrists. you move his hands away and his cock twitches from your attention.

"is it?" when you look up at his face he's blushing, thoroughly embarrassed by his needy body.

"only...when i think of you." he says quietly, "y-you can just ignore it though." he stares at the way your smaller hands wrap around his wrists.

cute.

just to see what he'd do, you put his hands on your body, leading them up from your hips to your chest. he immediately gropes your tits in his large hands, letting out a pathetic noise.

"didn't know you were so insatiable..." you push him away and get off of his lap. he whines from the loss of contact but as soon as he sees you start to strip for him, he's silent, watching on in awe.

you pull off your shirt but leave your bra on -- just another way to tease and deprive him of what he wants. next, you shimmy off your pants before throwing them in his lap.

"look at the stains you left on them," you pout, "those were new." (no they weren't) "you're gonna have to buy me a new pair."

"yeah, o-ok, i'll buy you anything you want..." san ignores the pants and continues to stare at you with a cute spaced-out expression, refusing to miss even a second of you nearly naked in front of him.

he looks so good sitting there, waiting so patiently for you. his broad shoulders -- that stretch every shirt he owns -- lift every so often with the deep breaths he's taking.

his bare body is tan and fucking chiseled, you swear you could get off just grinding on his stupidly perfect abs. and the way he's keeping his hands to himself, despite how eager his cock stands for you.

when you start to approach him again, he shoves the stained clothing away to make room for you. you caress his face as you settle on top of him again.

"don't worry, baby, i'll help you."

"fuck, please."

back on top of him, you roll your hips so your covered cunt just barely grazes his hard cock. he lets out a helpless groan from the bare touch.

"oops, i forgot to take these off..." you snap the waistband of your panties against your hips, "is it okay if we just shove them to the side?" you ask, guiding his hand to feel the lace that decorates the edges.

he tugs at the fabric with thinly veiled frustration. you're surprised he hasn't lost it already. you loop your arms around his neck, letting him touch as much of you as he wants.

his hand travels under your thighs to press right over your clothed center.

"just don't mess these up too, okay?"

"i'll try my best" he presses the pads of his fingers against your cunt, feeling your wet slick soak through the thin fabric of your underwear. "f-fuck, you're already dripping."

"i'm all ready for you, sannie..." you press your hips against his hand, "you could probably just slip it right in" you whisper.

that's all the convincing it takes for him to push his hand under the fabric and run his finger against the soft lips of your cunt.

"feels good, baby~" you shove your face against the crook of his neck, mouthing and nipping against his skin. he hums gratefully at the praise -- it almost sounds like he's purring.

your slick coats his fingers as he rubs them against your sopping hole, gently pressing into you until you stretch around him. you bite your lip as he thrusts into you shallowly, barely able to finger-fuck you correctly because of how far his arm is stretched around your body.

you swear you're making a mess of his hand, dripping everywhere because of how much you want him inside of you. you pull your face away from his neck, eyes locking with his, "sannie, just fuck me."

you lift your hips up enough to press his weeping cock against you.

"b-but what about--"

you pull him in for a kiss and he immediately leans into it, melting against you once again. if you weren't so horny, you'd gush over how easy he is for you.

"don't worry, baby, i can take it."

san listens, pulling your panties to the side so he can position himself against you. he runs his cock against the seam of your cunt a few times to lubricate himself enough before slowly pushing against you. you press down at the same time, legs shaking slightly as your body stretches to accommodate his size.

"o-oh, fuck!" he chokes out, overwhelmed by the feeling of your soaking cunt sucking him in. you both moan when you sit all the way down, letting him fill you to the brim.

"mm...you fill me up so good, baby." you sigh, starting to roll your hips against him. he's so big that he presses against all the special spots inside of you with every move you make.

his hips involuntarily jerk upwards every time you lift your hips away from him, desperately needing to feel you all around him. he'd probably like cockwarming, you think -- or you would think if he wasn't fucking the thoughts from your mind.

"m-mommy, it's -- too much--" his hands wrap around your waist, squeezing faint bruises into your skin as he grapples with the feeling of your tightness fluttering around him.

your head tilts back as you speed up against him, "be good, sannie..." your breaths come out short and labored, "let mommy use your cock -- mm...fuck, yes." your mind is hazy as he hits all the right places inside of you.

he whines, pressing his face against your chest as you move against him, "i don't think i'm going to last." he twitches inside of you, already worked up to the edge.

"then go ahead," you breathe, "cum in me."

you feel the way his hips flex at the thought of filling you up, of making a mess out of you.

"i-i shouldn't..." he says -- but he's fucking up against you harder.

"why not, sannie?" you taunt, "don't want to get me pregnant?"

he lifts his head from your chest to look at you, "p-pregnant?"

"mhm," you smile down at him, "give me your babies so i can't go anywhere."

you're suddenly pressed against his hips, hard, his cock stretching you to your limit. you can feel him everywhere. you moan loudly, cunt fluttering uncontrollably from the intense pleasure he's pressing into you.

"you'd be mine?" he questions with an eager tone, almost innocently so. you can feel the way he throbs inside of you, just a touch away from tipping over the edge.

he refuses to move until you answer him.

so you try to. at least with the 1% of brain power he leaves you with.

"a-and you'd be mine." you can barely focus on the words you want to say.

san starts to shallowly thrust into you, "i'm already yours..."

"then i'm yours too."

his hands cradle your face as you continue to move against each other more desperately. he guides your face to his, pressing his lips against yours messily, teeth dragging and tongues mingling.

it's like he's only doing it to taste you. to feel you because he can't believe you're real. to claim your whole body because he can't take being away from you, even by a few centimeters.

you reach your highs together, moving perfectly in sync until you're both shaking in pleasure. you feel his hot cum fill you up, spurt after spurt -- so much in fact, you can feel it start to drip out of you, down his cock, and onto his lap.

"fuck, i might actually get pregnant from this." you say to yourself.

you feel him twitch inside of you again.

well, shit.

[teamseaslug]

Distinct type of woman is one who goes to a goth club and is shocked when she has to interact with something

[autistic-shaiapouf]

This stupid store is in its death throes and that is preventing me from drawing gabriel and I am going to fucking IMPLODE as a result

[riveredmoon]

woke up thinking about ceo!sukuna

suggestive, mdni, not proofread

word count: 723

ceo!sukuna who despite being a take no shit, mean, borderline psychotic asshole - he has a real soft spot for his sweet, quiet new personal assistant

ceo!sukuna who employees notice will start speaking a little kinder (he’s just not calling them a profanity) whenever you’re within earshot

ceo!sukuna who actually cares what you think of him. sometimes he catches himself changing a tie to a color he knows you like or trying his best not to call gojo an idiot when he messes one little thing up.

ceo!sukuna who shamelessly stares at you and remembers every little meticulous detail about you

“good morning sukuna!”

“did you change your perfume?”

you stare at him for a beat, you’ve barely walked into his office.

“… i tried a new one today, yes?” you try to hide the surprise in your voice.

“i like it,” he gruffly says and you don’t miss how his nose is pointed in your direction trying to pull more of your perfume his way.

ceo!sukuna who took three months to ask you out and masked it in a “professional”, “friendly” way

“we have that meeting in london on friday,” you say, ignoring the way he’s staring at the side of your blushing face.

“have you been?”

“no, first time.”

he turns his head to look out the window of the town car are you guys are in. the city lights making his sculpted face look soft and kissable.

“i know a place we could go for dinner,” his right hand nervously run down this right thigh - a foreign sight. “if you want to go with me”

“oh? just us two or..?”

“we’re networking, don’t make it weird brat,” you don’t miss the softness in the way he says brat and you just nod. turning your head to look out the window and hide your grin.

ceo!sukuna who takes you to that restaurant and literally orders everything off the menu

“sukuna, this too much..”

“what? you said you’ve never been.”

ceo!sukuna who becomes quite touchy at dinner: he pulls your chair towards him stating:

“you’re too far. you should try this rosemary tart here” you have one to left of you - much closer than his.

ceo!sukuna who lets his hand linger on your bare thigh and feels every single sensation a man could feel after touching a woman he likes and take to bed, i mean wants to keep a professional and friendly relationship because she files papers so well and whatever else she does

ceo!sukuna who is surprised when you’re the one who kisses him first. you guys standing outside your hotel room and you think he looks so pretty and dinner was great and you’re a little tipsy and his lips aren’t in their usual scowl (even then you’ll kiss him) but there’s a soft grin and he just looks so kissable

ceo!sukuna who deepens the kiss, his strong hands pulling your waist towards his warm body

ceo!sukuna who feels like a teenage boy about to ‘score’ when he hears your soft moan and your fumbling fingers looking for your hotel key - never taking your lips off his

ceo!sukuna who is a self proclaimed selfish lover but this night but this night he puts you first in every way, over and over again, until you forget your own name.

ceo!sukuna who usually leaves after a hook up with any other woman, but your soft sleepy eyes and your hair tickling his shoulder as your head lays on him keeps him stuck there. and surprise surprise, he gets the best sleep of his life this night

ceo!sukuna who is not a fan of sharing a bed with anyone but after your night in london he is a changed man

“what’s that?” you ask, your stomach doing little flips at the way he’s staring at you. he has a key in his hand, along with some papers he needs to give you.

“a key,”

“to the copier room? i have on-“

“no woman, to my apartment.”

“oh? i don’t clean houses sukuna. im not a maid on top of a per-“

“shut up and take the damn key. be there before i get home,” he walks away dropping the key on your desk and you try your hardest to not squeal.

before he makes it completely into his office he looks over his shoulder, “you should bring clothes for work tomorrow. oh, and that perfume I like…”

[rafeandonlyrafe]

crash

words: 2k

warnings: car crash, drinking, partying, soft!rafe, descriptions of blood, rafe and sarah actually get along, underage drinking? (i guess sarah but this doesnt fit in with the obx timeline), topper and sarah dating, established relationship, surgery, hospital setting, injuries, fluffy, they say i love you a lot

“you good to drive top?” rafe tosses the keys towards his friend. rafe usually wouldn't trust anyone else with his truck, but he wouldn't drive with even one drink in his system when he has such precious cargo.

“yeah, man.” topper catches the keys one handed with ease, pulling sarah behind him with his free hand.

rafe looks to you, wrapped against his side, steps slightly wobbly, a small giggle escaping your lips as he opens the back door for you.

“why thank you.” you step in with rafes help, immediately flopping down in the seat. 

“gotta buckle up, baby.” rafe may be slightly tipsy as well, but he's not as far gone as you are, having indulged with your girlfriends at the party, including sarah who is clearly the drunkest out of the group as topper has to physically lift her into the passenger seat.

“mkay.” you hum, letting rafe do up your buckle in the middle seat before you collapse against his side, eyes closing instantly as your tiredness sets in.

“did you have fun?” rafe asks as topper gets in, his arm wrapping around your shoulders.

“mhm.” you hum out again, not wanting to actually open your mouth to speak as the truck moves out of its parking spot, topper carefully driving down the road as he squints slightly into the darkness before turning the brights on to illuminate the road more.

“just head to mine, top.” sarah says, reaching over to place her hand on his bicep. “you can spend the night.”

“in the guest bedroom.” rafe adds on. he can't see sarah roll her eyes, but he knows she does.

“shh, young love is cute rafey.” you mumble, rubbing your head against his chest like a cat would snuggle into their owner.

“im like only three years younger than-” sarah can't finish her sentence as topper blares on the horn seconds before another truck rams into the passenger side, sending the truck spinning through the intersection. before you even realize what is happening, you're upside down, then right side up, then upside down again before the truck ends up on its tires once more, now off the side of the road.

“fuck!” topper shouts out, his hands running over his body, checking to see that he’s okay before turning to look to sarah, who is clearly shaken but uninjured. “everyone okay?”

“baby?” rafes arm caged you against his body during the impact, but the rolling dislodged you as the top of the car crunched down.

“shit…” you groan, reaching up to touch your forehead, having smacked it against something in the crash. you pull your hand away to realize that your fingertips are red with blood.

“im bleeding.” you wheeze out, panic suddenly setting in as you try to move before realizing you’re trapped, leg pinned under sarah’s seat which has been pushed in towards you from the impact.

“baby, baby!” rafes voice breaks through your panic as his hands grip at your wrists until you stop your flailing. “stay calm, im getting us out.”

topper is able to kick his door open before rounding the now completely wrecked hood to get sarah out. he looks at the intersection to see the truck that plowed into them now blocking the center of the roadway. 

“i-i can’t get out rafe. my leg is pinned. i-i think its okay though.” you’re not sure if your words are the truth, afterall, your head feels completely fine and judging from the blood you have to wipe away from your eye, its not.

“okay, shit.” tears stream down rafes face as he looks over you, allowing himself a split second of panic before he instantly begins to move in the crumpled truck, tearing at the bottom of his shirt until he’s able to pull off a chunk, moving it to your forehead and pushing against the cut despite your grimace.

“its okay.” rafe assures you softly. “ive got you. you’re okay. you’re okay.” the repeating words are partially for rafe as he reaches with his free hand to under the seat, feeling that your leg isn’t bleeding, just stuck at the ankle by a bar under the seat.

“call 911!” rafe yells, and sarah instantly pulls out her phone from her back pocket, glad it survived the crash.

“fuck-i-” tears form in your eyes as the pain sets in, as you see the panic in rafes face and realize how bad you must look. “im scared.”

“im scared too baby, but its gonna be okay, just stick with me.” rafe can’t help himself, he leans forward and presses a kiss to your cheek despite the sweat and drops of blood, he needs to reassure you that everything will be alright.

when rafe pulls away from the kiss, his eyes are blown wide, brows raised. “what is it?” you begin to squirm again.

“nothing, i got you.” rafe works to unbuckle his and then your seatbelt as the fabric of his shirt is now dyed completely red with your blood. he doesn’t want to tell you how shockingly cold and clammy your skin felt when he pressed a kiss against it.

“topper!” rafe shouts. “try to move this fucking seat!” rafe can’t just sit still, managing to push at it with one of his legs as topper pries at the seat, the sound of sirens approaching.

“see that, baby?” rafe looks at you, even able to tell in the dim lighting that your face has gone unnaturally pale. “help is coming, okay?”

it’s a fire truck that arrives first. they do a quick assessment of everyone at the scene before helping topper and rafe, who have not given up on moving the seat. they get it to budge just enough for you to pull your leg out with a sigh of relief as the ambulance arrives.

“come here.” rafe feels a pang of pain is side, but he ignores it as he climbs out of the car, pulling you into his arms. “she needs to go first.”

rafe knows eventually they’ll all get taken to the hospital, but you’re his priority.

“the other guys got a broken leg-” a firemen begins to explain to the emts as they lower the gurney. 

“and hes the one that fucking hit us!” rafe shouts. “my girlfriends got a head injury, she’s going first.”

the emt takes one look at you and nods, motioning for rafe to lay you down. the emt instantly takes over, applying more gauze to your forehead but leaving the crumpled bit of rafes shirt there, hoping that it’s clotting underneath.

they raise the gurney up, rafe climbing in the back with you as a second ambulance pulls up, probably to take the other driver.

rafe tries to talk to you as the emt moves around the back of the ambulance, checking the rest of your body, grimacing slightly when she sees your ankle, which is already swelling and turning purple.

the ride and transfer into the hospital is a rush, and despite rafe not wanting to leave your side, you’re taken for further examination while he has to stay behind.

“sir, we should get you checked out too.” a nurse says softly, his voice too calming for rafe, which just causes the anger he’s been holding inside to bubble over.

“not until i know y/n is okay.” he says firmly, walking out of the waiting room before he can say another word or start punching shit and get himself kicked out. rafe moves towards a tree, pummeling his fists into the bark until they’re bloody and bruised. 

with the anger now at a simmering level, rafe walks back into the emergency room entrance, looking for an update on your condition, only grunting his disapproval before slumping into one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs.

rafe doesn’t even realize that he’s fallen asleep until he's being shaken awake by topper.

“y/n.” rafe stands suddenly, cursing at himself for falling asleep in the first place, but his body crashed from the adrenaline.

“shes alright. the doctor just updated us.”

rafe walks past topper, noticing sarah sleeping in one of the other waiting room chairs, relieved to see that they're both fine and not admitted.

“room 1007.” topper calls out as rafe moves past the nurses station to find you.

you are still groggy as the medicine works it's way through your system, and the feeling of stitches on your head is an unusual weight against your skin, yet you still smile widely when rafe enters the room.

“im okay.” you confirm instantly as he rushes to the side of your bed.

“god,” rafe places his hand on your cheek, his gaze darting between your eyes and the gash on your forehead, looking a lot less serious now that the bleeding has stopped. “im so sorry baby.”

you shake your head. “i really am fine. this nice nurse was explaining to me that head injuries bleed a lot and always make it seem worse than it is. and my ankle is just bruised and sprained, not even broken.”

“you won't be using that ankle any time soon anyways.” rafe leans forward to press a gentle kiss against your cheek. “you're getting carried everywhere, i hope you know that.”

you laugh before suddenly stopping, watching as rafes face turns pale, a sheen of sweat seeking to suddenly appear over his face.

“rafe?” you watch as he blinks heavily, once, twice, then his eyes slide closed as he drops forward, landing on the bed, body completely slack.

“nurse! nurse! help!”

--

“ma’am, you should be resting in your own bed. you're still a patient here.”

you're well aware you're a patient, moving around the floor in your hospital gown and hauling the iv attached to your arm.

“ill rest when i know my boyfriend is okay.”

“he had internal bleeding and wasn't seen for hours after the crash. he's in surgery but it won't be short, we are being as thorough as possible to make sure he's going to be okay.” the nurse explains to you gently.

“ill go sit.” you say, mostly because you feel like your legs might give out at any moment, and you're tired of hopping around on your one good ankle. “but i will not be resting until i know rafe-”

a bell dings and cuts you off, the nurse rushing off without another word.

“shit.” you groan, just glad she ran off in the opposite direction of where rafe is in surgery. 

you hop back to the waiting room and drop into the seat next to topper.

“im so sorry, y/n.” topper says, apologizing yet again.

“it wasn't your fault, top.” you shake your head. “he hit us out of nowhere, you couldn't have done anything.”

“maybe if id just gone a little slower-” you tune out whatever else topper is saying, stomach churning as you watch in waiting for an update on rafe.

--

“he's awake and asking for you.”

“thank god.” you jump up, cringing when you land on your hurt ankle. 

“im taking you there in a wheelchair whether you like it or not.” the nurse whose been with you all night says. “but ill walk fast.”

you sit on the chair, needing to get to rafe as fast as possible, and you know the nurse understands just how much you need to see him as she rushes down the hallway.

“baby.” rafe is sat in bed, looking so much younger and vulnerable in that moment. “are you okay?”

“me?” you laugh and shake your head, moving to carefully sit on the bed next to him. “you just got out of surgery. you needed a blood transfusion.”

“mmm.” rafe shakes his head. “are you okay?” he asks again.

“yes.” you nod, tears coming to your eyes. “im okay now that you're okay. don't you ever put your health off again just for me.”

you lean forward and press your lips against rafes, kissing him softly even though he can barely manage to move his mouth to meet you.

“i love you.” you tell rafe. “and i don't want to live without you.”

“i love you too baby.” rafes cheeks stretch as he smiles, and your chest flutters with relief as the spark in his eyes comes back.

sfw tags: @winterrrnight @bejeweledreverie @ladyinbl00d @ethanthequeefqueen @drewsephrry @wearemadeofstardust0

[hoonieyun]

so lovey dovey

pairing: sim jaeyun x reader genre: fluff and romance warnings: consensual skinship, drunk!jake, kissing, kinda suggestive, 18+ inspired by jake's live where he says "when i'm drunk i become lovely & cute" as if he isnt always lovely and cute >_<

hoonieyun notes: some fluff because why nawt.. im slowly amping all of the angst in the up coming fics for february so i'm making up for it now by posting a few fluff and romance drabbles :3

wc: 1037

jake was sprawled across your couch as he takes occassional sips from his glass of beer. it wasn’t often that jake drank but tonight he invited the guys over for game night and that usually entails drinks and a bunch of food. you didn’t mind doing your own thing on the side as you lounged in the comfort of your bedroom, every now and then making an appearance to make sure everyone was good and not fighting for losing or winning or even stealing some of the food for yourself. 

and that’s what you were about to do right now. you had just finished your small bowl of tteokbeokki and it certainly wasn’t enough so you decided to grab some more. you walk out of you and jake’s shared bedroom and find the group of guys arguing over mario kart. 

jungwon claiming that niki cheated, jay not paying attention to the argument because he came in 1st place, and jake who was already staring at your figure standing in the hall.

“hi, baby” he says, drawing out the last part of the petname. 

“hi, jakey. i just want some more food.” you chirp as you approach and he instantly takes your bowl to fill it with more food. “you sure you don’t wanna come join us?” he asks, handing you back your bowl. 

“mmm…” you ponder, looking over to niki and jungwon who are still arguing and sunoo who was having too much fun laughing at the two younger guys bicker. before you could even answer, jake is pulling you into his lap and whispering into your ear, “please, stay.” he says. his breath was low and warm and it sent tickles down your back. you nod in agreement and his smile widens at your response. 

jake loved having you around at all times, even when you two weren’t necessarily doing anything, he just loved having you near him. 

the guys often teased him that he was too whipped or down bad for you and jake would just brush it off. of course he was down bad for you, every man should be down bad for his girlfriend, if he wasn’t then he was doing something wrong. 

you silently eat your food as the games continue, heeseung using his eldest privileges to change the game to which jungwon groaned as he wanted another chance at mario kart. 

you weren’t sure what game they were playing but they all took turns passing the controller around to kill monsters and what not. and when it came to jake’s turn, the guys would groan in annoyance after jake causes them to die and lose the game. 

all of them turned their attention to jake who was too busy staring at you eating your tteokbeokki to pay any mind to the game they were playing. 

“dude, you just let us die!”

“earth to jake?”

“hellooo?”

they all tried to get his attention but he was too immersed in you to notice. eyes sparkling as he watches you fondly and lovingly. a cute habit of his whenever he got drunk or even the slightest bit tipsy. 

he would get very cute and lovely and wouldn’t be able to get you out of his head as if you weren’t always occupying his mind. 

“jakey, the guys are talking to you..” you say, blinking a few times at him and his smile widens when he hears your voice. 

jake doesn’t even glance over to the guys, he just sloppily passes the remote to one of them in which sunghoon catches it and continues the game after jake has caused their character to die. jake had you in his lap, gently rubbing your thighs as he rests his head on your back. humming occassionally whenever you leaned closer into his touch. 

“can you ask them to leave.. i wanna be alone with you.” he whispers into your ear. 

“why can’t you do it..” you whisper back and he explains that if you tell everyone to go home they’ll listen because you’re a girl but if he does it they’ll all just ignore him and want to continue game night. you think about it for a second and he’s absolutely right. so you give him a nod and a small kiss on the forehead to which jake gets flustered and shy over, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he blushes at your actions. 

you decide to stand up and do an exaggerated yawn, “gosh, i’m exhausted, what time is it?” you say, looking over to the clock on the wall and just like that– the guys take the hint and start packing up all of the things. they each help with putting things in the kitchen to throw away or to be washed and soon enough they were all saying their goodbyes and filing out of your shared apartment with jake. 

“finally.. i can have you all to myself.”  jake says, a pout on his lips as he pulls you into a hug. he brings the two of you to your bedroom, not letting go of you once. you try to get out of his grasp but he begins to whine and pout, “relax, jaeyunnie. i’m just turning off the lights.” you say and he jumps up from his spot on the bed, running over to the lightswitch and flicking it off before running back to bed and cuddling up to you. 

he nuzzles his head on your shoulder as the two of you cozy up to one another, placing several kisses on your neck and cheek. “i wanna stay like this forever.” he says. you just love whenever he gets like this, so cute and lovey dovey. his ears and cheeks a shade of red from the alcohol and his need to express how much he loved you and loved being near you. 

“goodnight jakey..” you say, waiting for him to say it back but you’re met with the sound of his snores, causing you to chuckle, pulling your phone out and snapping a photo of how cute he looked while sleeping, ears still red and his face slightly buried in the crook of your neck. 

jake, your cute and lovey dovey boyfriend.

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[l4mbh3art]

Water Pressure

Cw: abby x f!reader brief mention of weed and alcohol(reader is a bit tipsy), semi public sex(in a hot tub), established relationship, reader has nipple piercings, thigh riding(a! receiving), biting(a! receiving), fingering, nipple play, nipple worship(r! receiving), abby gets off to getting caught, risky sex, a sprinkle of Dina, Ellie, and Jesse mentioned(they are at a party), pet names(the usual), black coded reader if you squint, not proofread💔

Mdni

Laughter echoed through out the room as the night stretched on, the smell of mixed perfumes and weed flooded your senses. Dina and Jesse had smoked a joint a few minutes ago and they were all over each other. It was cute, sweet even, seeing everyone get along. Ellie playfully gagged at them, Dina then stuck her tongue out before dragging Jesse off to some room. You just giggled at the banter, not really listening to whatever abby was saying next to you.

“Hello?? Are you even listening to me?” She asked, you quickly snapped out of whatever haze you were in, your attention now completely on her. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” She just smiled softly, tucking away a braid from your face. “Nothing im just..thinking I guess?” “About what?” She quipped teasingly, the smile of her face growing as she noticed your words getting caught in your throat. “It’s nothing dirty if that’s what you’re thinking.” You giggled as you walked to the kitchen to pour you another drink, this was your 7th cup and to be honest you don’t even remember drinking that much.

“Like I was saying, can we go to the hot tub now? I’ve been waiting on you.” Abby asked, her arms folded over her stomach as she waited for you to finish mixing your drink. “Weren’t we supposed to wait for Dina and Jesse?” You replied as you closed the bottle to the blueberry syrup. “Yeah but they are obviously too occupied at the moment.” She said as she rolled her eyes. You thought her little attitude was cute, her brows furrowed as she looked at you.

“Alright, but I’m taking this with me.” You said swirling the alcohol in the red solo cup. “Yes, whatever you want, can we go now?” She said in a rushed tone and you just giggled as you took her hand, opening Dina sliding glass door to the back yard.

“This is what you’re so excited about?” You referred to the hot tub that seemed to still be covered. “We’re supposed to turn it on, be nice.” The last part came out more stern than Abby expected but nonetheless it still shut you up. “We aren’t even supposed to be out here!” You scream-whispered as Abby turned on the hot tub, taking of the cover and setting the lights to purple.

“You’ll be fine.” She said as she removed her lose graphic shirt, the same one you gifted her for Christmas; revealing her black sports bra. She slipped off her pants, wearing a matching pair of swim trunks. You were basically drooling at the sight of her, the way her biceps flexed as she took off her shirt, it was all too much.

“Are you gonna take off your clothes or am I gonna have to do it for you?” Abby asked as she looked at your dazed expression, mind completely wondering places it shouldn’t. Her words snapped you out of your thoughts, causing you to shimmy out of your jeans to reveal the pink and white frilly swim skirt that barely covered your ass.

You pulled your shirt over your head, a matching bikini top underneath. “Did you wear that for me or Dina to see?” Abby joked, you just rolled your eyes at her antics before getting into the hot tub. “Would you be jealous if I did for Dina?” You smirked teasingly, the question hanging in the air. You settled yourself in front of her, taking the spot behind you to sit. “Hell yeah, you look good as fuck in it.” She said, her voice dropping at the last part of her sentence. “Now, are you going to answer the question or are we going to keep playing games?” You smiled at her before moving closer to her in the water, situating yourself on her lap. Your fingers creeped up Abby’s shoulder, feeling the pulse underneath her skin. “Do you wanna find out?

The kiss after that is hungry, all teeth and saliva. She swallowed your moans as they fell from your lips, your scalp began to burn due to her grip on your hair. “Please,” you gasped inbetween kisses, the heat in your core burned as you rode Abby’s lap. Her lips began to trail down your neck, kissing and nipping at the sweet flesh. “Please what?” She spoke into your skin, relishing at the noises that were leaving your lips.

“Need you,” you moaned out as her hand found purchase on your breast, squeezing your nipple through your bikini top. Her mouth peppers kisses back to your mouth, effectively shutting you up. “You gotta be quiet pretty girl, do you want Dina to know what we’re doing in her hot tub?” She coos and chuckles as you shook your head. Her lips crashed into yours once more, her hands finding the back of bikini and untying it. Abby’s eyes soaked in the sight infront of her, your pretty nipples on display, she chuckled at the jewelry that decorated them. “When were you gonna tell me?” She asked before her tongue swirled around one of them, causing your back to arch into her touch.

“Mm-fuck I meant to when I first got them but I-“ your words are cut off by her taking your nipple in her mouth, teeth gently playing with the jewelry. The sensitivity of them causing your grip on her shoulders to tighten. “Fuck you’re so pretty like this.” She groans into your nipple, her free hand pinching your left one. “Abs please..” you whined as you rode her thigh faster, feeling the heat build up in your stomach. “Doll are you close?” She asked as she turned her attention to your other nipple, repeating the same process.

You nodded as you felt the stickiness in your bikini, the fabric rubbing against you deliciously. Your head dizzied as Abby used her free hand to grip your waist, helping you grind in her. “Fuck abs I’m gonna cum-“ you gasped, rolling your hips faster as you felt yourself tip over the edge. “Oh yeah? Cum for me baby.” Your head dipped into Abby’s shoulder, biting down on it as you came as an attempt to muffle your noises.

You slumped against her as the aftershocks of your orgasm subsided, alcohol still buzzing in your veins making your head dizzy. You snap back to reality when you feel Abby’s hand trace over your clothed clit. “Abby..” you groaned “we’re gonna get caught-“ you gasped as her fingers dipped into your bathing suit bottom. “No one’s came looking for us yet, let me make you feel good. Please?” The needy look in her blue eyes were enough to make you cum on the spot, you gave her a slight nod before she pulled your bikini to the side. Her fingers ghosted over your clit, gently rubbing it. Your hips toward, needing more friction. You whined into her neck, becoming more needy from her teasing touches.

“I know baby, let me take care of you.” She cooed as she placed you on the ledge of the hot tub to get a better view of your pussy. She nudged your thighs further apart, drinking in the sight of you. “Fuck, you’re so fucking pretty.” She said as one of her fingers sunk into your entrance, her think finger stretching you out. “Fuckkk right there-“ you gasped out as she slipped in another finger, abusing your sweet spot. You looked towards the sliding glass door, eyes scanning to see if anyone was searching for you guys. Abby’s free hand tapped your thigh, drawing your attention back the her fingers deep in your cunt. “Look at me or I’ll stop.” She said sternly, slapping your cunt gently. Your hips jutted, another moan slipping from your lips.

Her pace quickened, causing your legs to snap shut, your poor gummy walls were not used to all this special attention. “Don’t run from it, taking me so well aren’t you?” She whispered, her strong arm prying your legs open. “Abs it’s too much!” You whined as you felt her fingers kiss your g-spot over and over, looking down at her lustful blue eyes. “Awe but you can take it right?” She said under false pity, her eyes dropped to her fingers plunging into your clit.

“Fuck you’re sucking me in, you close pretty girl?” You opened your mouth to speak but was cut off by a moan, your orgasm crashing into you unexpectedly. You watched your cunt paint Abby’s arm with your juices, panting as she removed her fingers from you to put them in her mouth. “Fuck Abby,” you said breathlessly, attempting to ground yourself. “Come here.” She said as she settled back into the water, beckoning you to sit in her lap again. You do as your told, fixing your top before situating yourself in the water again. Your rested your head on her chest, your braids falling over your face as you relaxed.

“Maybe we should fuck in your best friend’s hot tub more often.” Abby joked. “Shut up!” You chuckled as you playfully punched her.

[fckmebarnes]

˗ˏˋ ★ bliss ★ ˎˊ˗

bucky barnes x stoner!reader

word count — 3.5k words

18+ MEN AND MINORS DNI — cw: weed. color system use. daddy kink. bucky uses a vibrator on you. he’s stoned out his mind man. slight gagging (panties in mouth) multiple orgasms. bucky eats you out from the back for a second. slight breeding kink.

note — hii. older fic here! i like to headcanon weed is the only thing that really affects bucky’s system so..here’s this <3

you sat on the couch with your stash in your lap, opening the jar that you had decorated with moss, a few mushrooms on top and dirt on the bottom to make it a little bit more disguised when people came over. you took out a few buds and put them in your grinder, twisting the top so they would be able to be rolled into a joint.

“hey pretty girl, what are you doing?” you heard bucky from the entrance of the hallway, leaning on the wall with his arms over his chest. he watched you careful, observing the way you licked your bottom lip as you twisted the grinder, making sure to get everything down fine enough to roll the joints you wanted to smoke with buck.

“just rolling a few joints, baby. i found a new strain i wanna try with you, supposed to make you super horny.” you were half joking, but half serious. you both usually got really handsy while smoking, but this was supposed to be something else entirely.

bucky didn’t know how his body would react to weed — his super solider strength and health made it nearly impossible to even get tipsy off beer. so he was a bit nervous to try it.

he shifted on his feet, raising his eyebrows as he watched you turn the top of the grinder before taking it off and dumping it on your rolling tray. you had it balanced on your knees and the joint paper in one hand as you started to put some of the now ground weed on the paper.

“oh yeah? as if im not hard every time im around you.” he laughed as he came over to the couch, sitting next to you and wrapping an arm around the back of the couch, his eyes trained on your fingers.

“yeah, i guess thats true. but still,” you chuckled as you finished off the first joint, and started on the second. you felt his hand rub your lower back, feet crossed at the ankles.

when you finished the second one, you gave them to bucky to hold on to while you cleaned up your rolling tray and put everything back. you tucked everything neatly into the drawer that was on the side of the couch and came back with a lighter taking the joints from him. you placed one of them on the coffee table and held the other in your fingers as you lit the end.

“you look so pretty right now.” he commented, and you blushed as you got the end to light, took a deep breath in and held it for a few seconds before exhaling slowly. you took another hit before handing it over to bucky.

he took it in the middle of his fingers, placing it between his soft plush pink lips and taking a long drag. he leaned his head back and held it in for a few seconds before exhaling, seeing the smoke disperse into the air. you blushed, watching bucky smoke. youve never smoked with him, but fuck was he pretty.

he let out a few coughs here and there, but he quickly recovered as you figured. he seemed to be doing okay.

after nearly finishing the joint, you were blissed out, eyes feeling like they were nearly shut but you knew they weren’t, your limbs feeling so light and your brain on autopilot. you looked over at bucky who had a grin on his face as he was already looking at you.

“what’s so funny, buck?” you giggled as you spoke, his smile growing wider as he shrugged.

“nothin’” you placed the end of the joint on the coffee table before turning towards bucky, your legs thrown over his thighs. you poked at his tummy making him laugh.

“how do you feel?” you wanted to make this high as pleasant and relaxing as possible, not wanting him to have a bad high and be in a bad mood.

“horny.” he simply spoke, looking over your face as you blushed. well, that was one feeling he would get when high. he cocked an eyebrow when you took a second to reply, gripping your hips and making you straddle his waist, his hard cock brushing against your panties as you sat.

you never wore any pants when you smoke, only his big t-shirt and bucky was only in sweatpants, your hands on his chest watching as he swiped his tongue over his bottom lip and looked at you hungrily.

his hands roamed over your skin, making him feel like he was on cloud nine as he touched you. he had never felt anything as soft as you in his entire lifetime, and he needed more. he loved getting those pretty noises out of you, and he needed to need to be in you now.

you watched over bucky’s face, his eyes glassed over, steady breathing as he looked at you, his big blue eyes looking up at you and becoming entirely engulfed in black.

his hands tugged the bottom of the shirt and tore it off, leaving you nude on top of him in only your panties. you let out a gasp as you watched his eyes becoming blown out with lust and hunger. he grinded his hips against yours, fingers painfully gripping your hips and keeping you anchored against his throbbing cock under his sweatpants.

“bucky..” you let out a moan as one of his hands tweaked your nipple, the other still guiding your hips against his. he needed you, and he needed you now.

“gotta fuck you soon baby. just bury my cock in that sweet pussy of yours, can’t take it anymore.” he gritted his teeth as he picked you up swiftly and carried you to the bedroom, his mind only tunneled on one thing and one thing only.

he plopped you down on the bed and ripped your panties off, throwing the now shredded clothing to the side as he took his boxers and sweatpants off. your mouth watered at the side of his cock springing free, the tip leaking pre-cum, red and swollen. you kicked your lips as he watched you, chest heaving up and down with each pant.

“color system. got it?” you nodded your head eagerly, watching him smirk as he pulled your legs to the edge of the bed, a yelp leaving your lips as you felt his cock head brushing your clit.

“fuck.. can’t wait to feel your tight pussy around me,” you blushed softly as you took grip of the sheets and you wiggled your hips closer to him. he pushed your hips down on the bed and shook his head.

“as much as i want to fuck you right now, you won’t be making a move or making a sound. you’ll cum when you are given permission, got it?” you nodded your head as he grabbed his cock and harshly smacked your clit making you let out a moan.

“words, sweetheart. use em.”

“yes..” you panted out, just wanted to feel him take you. he smacked your clit once more with his cock, pinching your thigh.

“yes, what?” he groaned out, watching you whimper under him. normally when he was sober he wouldn’t be so dominating. but something about both of you being high out of your mind, being able to feel your dripping cunt the second he told you he was horny he needed to manhandle you.

“yes, daddy.” a moan escaped his lips as you spoke, teasing your entrance by just barely entering the tip to your hole, before taking it away. you tried to squeeze his head before he took his cock away, whimpering at the missed opportunity. he smirked, rubbing his shaft as he stepped away and went to the closet.

you froze in your spot, knowing exactly what he was getting from that box. you had shown him one of your new toys you had bought while he was away for a mission, promising you wouldn’t use it until he got back and you had kept that promise.

he came back with the purple vibrator, tossing it in between his hands as he came over and stroked his cock in his hand, wetting his lips with his tongue over and over again, growing more hungrier for you by the second.

“so good, just wanna eat you up. this pretty pussy is going to be weeping for my cock, you hear?” you moaned as he set the vibrator on the middle setting, biting your lip and nodding your head. he took the vibrator away and smacked your clit once more, twisting the bundle of nerves in his fingers.

“thought i told you to not make a sound. dumb little baby can’t even listen to directions, huh? need me to stuff that mouth with your panties?” he didn’t let you answer as he walked over to the panties he threw to the side and came back over to the foot of the bed, leaning over you so his cock rubbing against your clit as he pressed your panties to your lips.

“open.” you did as you were told and shoved your panties into your mouth, the taste of your arousal making you want to moan out in pleasure but you bit it back. you didn’t want to get in any more trouble.

“good girl,” you whined at the praise as he pulled back, the vibrator rubbing against your folds and collecting your slick before running over your clit, making your hips jerk forward at the feeling.

usually when you were high sex wasn’t this good, but something about bucky being high out of his mind with you on this new strain and needing you as much as you needed him made you wetter.

“this pretty pussy is soaking the bed, sweetheart. what’s got you so worked up, huh?” you looked at him as he smirked, softly patting your cheek as he teased your entrance once more with the tip of his cock, hissing at how wet you were.

“fuck, baby. so fucking wet.” your blissed out mind didn’t even realize how farther he had pushed into you until you heard him moan above you, the vibrator still circling your clit. the vibrations from the toy shocked through his cock and made him make the most obscene pornographic moan you have heard from him to date. you gripped the sheets as you watched him tilt his head back, his jaw going slack and eyes screwed shut rutting his hips into you a little further.

you wanted to moan with him, wanted him to lean over so you could feel his skin underneath your fingertips and leave scratches, wanted to leave you marking on him so everyone knew he was yours. you didn’t want anything in this town thinking he belonged to anyone else but you.

“shit, pretty baby. clenching around me so right, can feel you’re gonna cum, wanna cum baby?” you whined as you nodded your head, realizing how tight the ball in your stomach was when he mentioned it, not being able to focus on anything after that point. he clicked the vibrator up to the highest settling, a loud whine coming from your throat as you arched your back when he bottomed out.

everything was all too much but so good at the same time. he was a moaning mess as he reveled in the feeling of your wet and warm pussy clamping around his cock, almost making him cum at the sight of you with panties stuffed in your mouth. he reached over and yanked the panties out and tossing them to the side, grabbing your jaw in his fingers and made you look at him.

“let me hear you, cum ‘round my cock, you hear?” he squeezed your cheeks as he pressed a deep kiss on your lips, circling the vibrator on your clit as you came on his cock, moaning into his mouth and squeezing him as hard as your muscles could. you hadn’t came this hard in a really long time. he thrusted in and out of you slowly, pulling your orgasm out as long as he could before he turned the toy off and tossed it to the ground, his fingers both gripping your hips and slammed into you.

“daddy.. fuck me.. fuck..” he groaned at the nickname, bringing your thighs to your chest and your ankles on either one of his shoulders.

“so fucking pretty, shit baby look at you. creaming all over my cock like a little whore. so drunk on my cock aren’t you?” you could only nod your head at the tip of his cock kissed your cervix several times, making another orgasm wash over you without warning. he chuckled darkly, kissing your ankles as he watched your eyes screw shut and ride out your high.

“another one baby? let’s see how many times i can make you cum. what’s your color, angel?” he watched as you opened your eyes and looked over at him, a smile on your face as you painted out.

“green, fuck daddy, it’s green..” he let out a low growl at the nickname, pounding into you and listening to how sickly sweet your moans sounded as he screwed into you. he loved how you sounded, loved how you felt around him. his high mind was something else, and he didn’t know how good fucking you would’ve been. he needs to get more of this shit and fast.

he slowed down as you whined when he pulled out. he chuckled, putting your ankles down and leaning over to kiss you.

“want you on your hands and knees, angel.” you turned over, stuck your ass up in the air as you felt a slap on your left cheek, pushing your ass back as you moaned when he rubbed the flesh. you stayed on your elbows as his face was level with your soaking pussy, licking a strip up your core making you moan.

he loved how sweet you tasted, how responsive your body was to him. he wanted to watch you squirm under his tongue for the rest of the night and he would have if he didn’t want to cum in you so bad. he played with your hole with his tongue for a moment longer as he stroke his cock, your slick coating his shaft. the noises coming from him eating your pussy and stroking his cock made you wetter if that was even possible. you felt your slick run down your leg with a mix of his spit.

he pulled away and rubbed your entrance with his tip, before fully bottoming out inside you, taking it slow to feel how your velvety walls stroked his cock. he let out a moan as his hands landed on your ass, your back arched and your cheek shoved against the pillows drool falling from your lips. your eyes were hooded from two orgasms already, and it only made his cock twitch as you moaned when he slapped your ass.

“shit baby.. at a loss for words. you look fucking gorgeous.” he thrusted into you, his hand trailing down your spine before gripping your hair and tugged it, using it as leverage to fuck himself into you.

“harder..” it was a soft moan, and he hardly caught it until you said it again.

“harder, daddy. pull my hair and fuck me harder..” he groaned loudly as he twisted your hair in his fist, pulling your head to meet his shoulder still pounding into you. he loved who you turned into when you were high and horny.

“little minx, can’t get enough can you? dumb little slut only needs me to go harder. wanna cum, don’t you?” you merely nodded as your eyes were closed, moans leaving your lips left and right from your swollen lips. he licked his lips at the side, his hand wrapping around your throat and gripping the sides gently.

“color, angel?” he wanted to double check before he gripped your throat tighter, the cool touch of his metal rings digging into your skin and fucked you harder.

“fucking green, daddy. keep going.” he let go of your hair and let out a groan as he reached his hand to your clit, his other hand gripping your throat harder making you let out a strangled moan.

you loved feeling this with him, the rough, hot passionate sex made you feel more connected with him, made you feel like you were one as he was fucking into you. it was something not a lot of men could do with you, none of them could ever compare to bucky.

you gripped his arm that was around your throat, feeling another orgasm come up fast, not knowing how many this was. you clenched around his cock, feeling it twitch inside you telling you he was just as close as he was.

“cum in me.. please..” he loved when you begged, when you wanted him to fill you up to the brim. his fingers squeezed your throat a little tighter, a devilish smirk coming across your lips as his fingers circled faster on your clit.

“dumb slut, love when you fucking beg for my cum. gonna fill this pretty sweet push up so much you’ll be feeling me for days, cum dripping down your leg so you’ll never forget who owns this pussy.” he hot breath was on the back of your ear, strangled moans leaving your mouth and your mind becoming fuzzy as he thrusted up into you, your stomach leaving a burning sensation as you came the hardest you had around his cock.

“good fucking girl. my good girl..” he thrusted into you hard, his thrusts getting sloppier as he reached his peak, hot thick ropes of his cum coating your wet walls. he let go of your throat as the two of you moaned together, him fucking his cum back into you before you whined at the oversensitivity. he slowed down before taking his hand from your clit and pulled out, pushing your head down on the mattress softly as he watched his and yours cum drip out of your.

“so pretty.” he wiped a streak of mixed cum off your leg that was running down before licking his fingers and moaning at tasting you and him together.

you let out a pant before relaxing your back, dropping your hips to the mattress and closing your eyes. you felt his metal hand rub your ass and over your back, leaning over you and feeling his hard cock on your ass. you knew he wouldn’t try to fuck you again, but you knew it took a little while for his cock to soften.

“you did so good for me baby, so fucking good.” his praises only made you whine as you nodded, only now wanting to smoke the other blunt and cuddle him for the rest of the night. he tapped your cheek softly before going to the bathroom and grabbing a warm wet towel, spreading your ass and cleaning up the mess. you rolled over onto your back as you watched him grab two pairs of his boxers.

he pulled on his pair before walking over to you and putting his pair on you, up your legs and covering your sex.

“bucky..” you whined softly as he pulled you up by your arms, leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss.

“yes, angel?” you looked up at him, admiring his face after sex -- his hair sticking to his forehead, hi s puffy and red lips from kissing them so much, and hi face that glowed.

“wanna smoke the other joint and cuddle for the night. please?” he looked down at you as you pouted, trailing kisses down to your neck and to your exposed chest before humming against your skin and breathing your scent in.

you smelled like heaven to him, even after sex. he knew he was a goner. his half high mind nodded his head, walking over to the closet and pulling his red henley shirt from the hook, walking back over and dressing you.

he knew you loved his clothes after sex, even if he was there. he knew it relaxed your muscles and made you feel even calmer and cuddlier after everything and he only wanted his baby happy. he pulled on his sweatpants before scooping you out of bed and down to the living room, setting you on the couch.

“is my angel hungry? i’m pretty hungry, and thirsty. didn’t know how bad i could get thirsty.” you chuckled and nodded your head, leaning over to grab the other joint from the coffee table.

“my baby have the munchies?” he blushed before kissing your forehead, taking an inhale from the joint in between your fingers. he cupped your face and pressed his lips against yours before exhaling into your mouth as you inhaled. he pulled apart and you exhaled, a blush rising to your cheeks.

this man was going to be the death of you while he was stoned.

[fuddaround]

COMFORT › paige bueckers x fem!reader

⌗ summary : after going out for the first time with paige and her new teammates jealousy takes over only for it to be too much.

⌗ warnings : jealousy, possessiveness, cunnilingus, mentions of alcohol, mentions of previous toxic boyfriend, fingering, strap, fluff at the end

⌗ req

⌗ kay’s notes : i hope this is good for your req!! and again im so sorry it took forever to get done i honestly just kept getting stuck on the beginning 😭😭

you barely get the door closed before she’s on you. her lips crash into yours, hungry and wild, like she’s been holding back all night. like the way the team wouldn’t stop making you laugh or how dijonai kept touching your arm set something off in her.

you stumble backwards, breath hitching as your back hits the wall. her hands are on your waist, then your thighs, then under your dress. she’s not being mean—just desperate. needy.

“you’re mine,” she mutters against your mouth, like a prayer.

your head spins, still tipsy from the drinks but mostly from her. from the way she’s looking at you like you’re the only thing in the room.

“you let them flirt with you like that?” she mumbles, lips trailing down your jaw. “right in front of me?”

you want to say something—say it wasn’t like that, that you didn’t even notice—but then her fingers hook into your panties and all that comes out is a shaky breath.

she lifts you up like it’s nothing. carries you to the couch like she’s done it a hundred times, even though this is your first night out together in dallas. her first week here.

you whimper when she lays you down and she smirks, eyes dark.

“gonna remind you who you belong to.”

you nod. you’re let her.

she doesn’t waste time. spreads your thighs so wide they shake. drops to her knees like she’s worshiping you, but her grip on your hips says something meaner. says you’re not going anywhere.

“look at this fuckin’ pussy,” she groans, running her tongue through you slow just to hear you gasp. “so wet and messy, all from me, huh? just from me.”

you nod frantically, eyes already glassy.

her tongue gets greedy. sloppy. she’s not careful and she’s not trying to be. she sucks your clit like she owns it. spits on it and rubs it in with her thumb, fast and rough.

“don’t hide it, mama,” she growls into you. “you were lettin’ them touch you all night, now you better fuckin’ moan for me.”

your hands fly to her hair and she loves that. lets you pull. yanks you back down when you try to squirm away.

“nuh-uh. take it, baby. take all of it. be a good girl f’me.”

she smacks your thigh. hard. and again when you whine too loud.

“shut up. all that cryin’ and you’re still fuckin’ dripping. you like it when i ruin you, don’t you?”

you nod again, almost dizzy from the pressure.

she laughs, low and dark.

“yeah you do. fuckin’ whore.”

she slides two fingers in without warning and your back arches off the couch.

“ride ‘em.”

you stare down at her, breathless.

“i said ride my fuckin’ fingers, ma. be a big girl.”

you do it. shakily at first, but then her free hand grips your hip and helps you grind. helps you take her deeper, harder.

her tongue’s back on your clit and that’s what undoes you.

you come on her fingers with a scream that barely sounds human, thighs clamping around her head. she keeps going. licks it up like she’s starving.

you try to push her away and she growls.

“nah. i ain’t done with this pussy, not even close.”

she doesn’t stop until you’re crying. trembling. pulling at her hair like you’re begging.

and even then—she just pulls back, eyes wild, mouth soaked, and mutters, “that’s my baby. so fuckin’ pretty when you break.”

she disappears for a second. your chest’s still heaving, legs useless, and then she’s back—standing over you, black strap already buckled low on her hips like she was waiting for a reason.

“open.”

you blink up at her, dazed.

“open your fuckin’ mouth, ma.”

you do. because of course you do.

she grips your hair and slides the tip over your lips, slow at first, letting it tap your tongue.

“this what you wanted? huh? all night lettin’ them look at you like that, dressin’ like a slut. this what you were askin’ for?”

she slides in deeper, watching your throat bob as she rocks her hips just enough to make your eyes water.

“fuckin’ knew it. knew you liked being used.”

her grip on your hair tightens. she starts thrusting harder, the strap hitting the back of your throat with each roll of her hips.

you gag once—she pulls back. not out. just enough to make you breathe.

“you’re takin’ it. my girl’s good f’me, right? you can take it, baby.”

she’s grinning now. watching drool drip down your chin like it’s the hottest thing she’s ever seen.

“messy little thing. look at you.”

she fucks your mouth rough until your jaw aches and your hands are clawing at her thighs, needing something to hold onto.

when she finally pulls out, your lips are swollen and wet, and she grabs your face in both hands.

“get your ass up.”

you try—your legs barely work.

she doesn’t care. manhandles you until you’re bent over the couch, cheek pressed to the cushion, legs spread.

“don’t run from it,” she growls, lining up behind you.

then she shoves it in.

rough. fast. deep.

you cry out, body jolting forward, and she just growls low in your ear.

“you’re gonna take every inch, mama. i don’t give a fuck if it’s too much.”

her hand wraps around your throat, pulling you back into her.

“you earned this.”

her hips slap against you, the sound loud and wet and constant.

you don’t know where you end and she begins.

you’re dizzy. spent. and she’s still fucking you like she’s got something to prove. that you’re hers.

her grip stays brutal. one hand buried in your hair, yanking your head back so your neck arches perfect for her. the other smacks your ass hard—once, twice, until you gasp and jolt forward.

“stop fucking running from me.”

she yanks you back by your hips, deeper this time. the strap punches into you so hard your knees give out.

“stand the fuck up. take it like you want it.”

your hands shake as you try to push up. try to be good.

“so fuckin’ pathetic,” she hisses in your ear, voice low and breathless. “can’t even take my dick right. after all that showin’ off at the bar? you were begging for this.”

she’s sweating. thrusts coming faster, rougher, meaner. like she’s trying to fuck the jealousy out of her system.

“who do you belong to?”

you barely whisper it.

“you.”

she slaps your ass again, harder.

“nah, louder. say it like you fuckin’ mean it.”

your throat works, but the sound barely comes out. you’re too far gone—used, sore, overstimulated, your eyes wet and your body limp.

she doesn’t notice.

“fuckin’ dumb baby. can’t speak now? can’t talk with my dick in you, huh?”

her hand wraps around your throat again and squeezes, just enough to hold you still.

“don’t go quiet on me now, ma. you wanted this. you wanted to be ruined.”

she’s breathing hard, hips still snapping into you, pace cruel.

“look at this pussy. so sloppy. so easy. so fuckin’ mine.”

you blink slow. your hands slip on the couch.

she’s too caught up in it. too wrapped up in claiming you, in chasing something primal and jealous and possessive that’s been burning since you stepped out in that tight little dress.

since she saw the way they looked at you.

since she realized how badly she needed to remind you that you were her girlfriend, not theirs.

she finally pulls out, grabbing you by the waist and flipping you over like you weigh nothing.

your back hits the cushions, legs falling open, chest rising and falling fast—but still too quiet.

she’s too far gone.

“look at you,” she spits, eyes locked on your soaked thighs. “fuckin’ wrecked. and i’m not even close to done.”

she lines up again, grabbing your thighs and pushing them back until your knees are almost to your chest. then she slams in deep.

you whimper—barely.

“you feel that?” she growls, leaning over you, one hand on your tit, squeezing rough. “that’s mine. this is mine.”

she leans in and spits on your chest. rubs it into your nipple with her palm like she’s trying to mark you up even more.

you don’t moan. don’t cry out. just breathe hard and look up at her with glassy eyes.

she doesn’t catch it.

her other hand drops to your clit, rubbing fast and hard, her strap pounding into you with every thrust.

“you better cum again, baby,” she bites out, her voice ragged. “i wanna feel you fuckin’ fall apart around me. cry for it. go on—cry.”

she grabs your face. slaps your cheek. not hard enough to hurt, just enough to try to get your attention.

but you don’t react.

and that’s the first second her brain stutters.

her hand slows. her hips falter.

“ma?”

your eyes are still open. your mouth parted. you’re still taking it, but something in you isn’t there.

you’re not whining. not squirming. not begging.

just quiet.

too quiet.

her heart drops in worry.

“baby?”

she freezes. pulls out immediately, the strap wet and dripping between your legs, her hands flying to your face.

“shit—shit. baby. baby, look at me.”

you blink slow. lips trembling.

“paige…”

her whole body goes still.

“fuck. fuck, i’m so sorry—are you okay? fuck, what did i do?”

her voice cracks. her hands shake.

“talk to me, baby. please. please say something.”

she’s off you in a second. strap hitting the floor with a dull thud. her hands are all over you now, but gentle—so gentle, like she’s scared you’ll shatter if she touches you wrong again.

“baby. hey. hey, breathe with me, okay? i’ve got you.”

her voice is shaking. she cups your face with both hands, wipes at your tears with her thumbs even though they just keep coming.

you try to speak but nothing really comes out. your throat’s too tight.

“oh my God.” she presses her forehead to yours. “i’m so sorry. fuck, i didn’t know—i didn’t see it.”

you nod a little, but you’re still curled in on yourself. still shaking.

“i pushed too far. i didn’t check. i should’ve checked, mama.”

she’s crying now too. just quiet, broken breaths.

“you didn’t even say stop,” you whisper, voice hoarse.

she freezes. looks down at you like her heart just split in two.

“because you didn’t think it’d matter?”

you nod again.

her whole body folds over yours, arms wrapping around you like a blanket.

“it matters. it matters so fucking much. you matter. God, baby, i’m so fucking sorry.”

you bury your face in her neck and she rocks you, slow. holding you like you’re the most fragile thing in the world.

“you’re not him, it’s okay,” you murmur, barely audible.

her arms tighten.

“i know. but i acted like i was. i wasn’t thinking. i got jealous and lost in it and i hurt you, and i hate that.”

she kisses your forehead. your temple. your cheeks.

“you should’ve been able to tell me. and i should’ve seen it. i swear to God, it’ll never happen again.”

you’re still crying, but you don’t feel scared anymore. just cracked open. raw. but safe now.

“can i clean you up?” she whispers. “get you water, put you in the shower, anything you want. just let me take care of you.”

you nod.

“stay close though?”

her face softens in this heartbreaking kind of way.

“i’m not goin’ anywhere, mama, not a chance.”

she kisses you again, softer than she’s ever touched you before.

she helps you to the bathroom like you’re made of glass, one arm around your waist, the other holding your hand tight. the lights stay low, her shirt still on the floor where she dropped it earlier. everything’s quiet but warm.

she turns on the water, checks the temperature three times.

“not too hot, not too cold,” she murmurs. “we’re goin’ full goldilocks in here.”

you let out the tiniest snort through your nose, and her eyes light up like it’s the biggest win of her life.

“oh shit—was that a giggle? from my girl? say less, imma start doin’ a stand-up routine in here.”

you shake your head, wiping your eyes, and she presses a kiss to your temple.

“i’m serious,” she says, lifting your shirt over your head with careful fingers. “i’ll do impressions. dance. sing. whatever it takes to make you smile again.”

“yeah you can’t sing,” you mumble.

she gasps, dramatically offended.

“rude. i’m basically the next beyoncé.”

you let out a real laugh this time, soft and small, and she just melts.

she gets you in the shower and steps in with you, because she doesn’t wanna leave your side for even a second. she grabs your favorite body wash and lathers it slow over your shoulders and back, gentle as hell.

“see?” she murmurs against your neck. “good girls get the spa treatment.”

you lean into her, finally relaxing, and she wraps both arms around you from behind. her chin rests on your shoulder, and you just stand there together under the spray.

“you know you can tell me anything, right?” she whispers. “even if it’s scary. even if it’s hard. i’ll listen. i wanna listen.”

you nod, and she kisses your shoulder.

“and if anybody ever made you feel like your voice didn’t matter,” she says quietly, “i’ll spend the rest of my life proving them wrong.”

you blink fast, heart aching in a softer way now.

“okay,” you whisper. “i know.”

she holds you tighter.

“we’re gonna be okay,” she promises. “and i’m gonna keep makin’ you laugh. even if i gotta sing off-key or do a little ass dance in this shower. whatever you need, mama.”

you glance back at her, smile faint but real.

“you better dance, then.”

her eyes go wide.

“say less.”

she immediately starts moving, slipping a little, doing the ugliest shimmy you’ve ever seen, and you laugh so hard you almost fall into her.

she catches you, grinning.

“there she is.”

after the shower, she wraps you in the fluffiest towel she owns. “gonna start a petition to make you a national treasure,” she mumbles, kissing your damp forehead between gentle pats. “i’ll get signatures from the whole w. even sabrina.”

“that’s serious,” you whisper, and she grins.

“deadass. you think i’m playin’?”

she leads you back to bed after getting you both dressed like it’s some sacred thing. pulls back the covers, lets you climb in first. everything smells like her. clean laundry, vanilla lotion, the faint trace of her cologne clinging to the pillows.

she crawls in behind you and tugs you into her chest. doesn’t even hesitate.

arms locked around your waist, legs tangled with yours. her body heat wrapping around you like a promise.

you melt into her, letting her hold all your weight.

“feel okay?” she whispers against your temple.

you nod.

“still sore,” you admit.

she tenses for half a second, then exhales, kissing your hair.

“i hate that i did that to you.”

“you didn’t mean to.”

“still.” her voice breaks a little. “i should’ve known. i should’ve seen it.”

you turn in her arms to face her, nose brushing hers.

“you saw it when it counted.”

she closes her eyes. rests her forehead against yours.

“i swear to God, baby,” she breathes, “next time i’ll be better. i’ll listen. i’ll slow down. we’ll go at your pace, no matter what it is.”

you nod, fingers sliding under the hem of her shirt. just touching. grounding.

“thank you.”

she opens her eyes again, blinking slow.

“you’re so good, you know that? like, so fucking good. not just in bed or whatever. just you..”

you smile, barely.

“you make it easier to be.”

she makes this soft sound in the back of her throat. then she’s kissing you again—slow and long and quiet.

nothing rushed. nothing greedy. just her lips on yours like she’s saying sorry, and thank you, and i love you all in one.

“can i rub your thighs? or your back?” she asks once you’re tucked under her chin again. “just wanna make you feel good.”

“you don’t have to ask,” you murmur, eyes already fluttering.

she reaches for the lotion on her nightstand without even shifting you off her chest. warms it up in her palms first, then starts rubbing gentle circles into your thighs. over every sore spot, every place she’d left too much of herself behind.

“there we go,” she whispers. “my girl. my pretty baby. all safe now.”

you hum. let your eyes fall shut.

“stay here,” you mumble.

she smiles.

“it’s my apartment, silly.”

you both giggle, getting closer together.

she keeps touching you until your breathing evens out, until you fall asleep in her arms, skin still damp, heart still soft, body finally at peace.

and even after that, she stays wide awake.

watching over you.

holding you like she’ll never let go.

© fuddaround ౨ৎ @daffodil-darlings

[potchi-fics]

note; i think this is my first dark fic. someone requested for mizu and im writing for her, a lot of you also requested for more amab ellie so thats great, gonna write for her too!

tw; gettin' fucked while blacked out, dont like dont read

      you consider yourself a freak. always open to try other things, in bed too. of course, you’ve had this talk with your girlfriend multiple times, assuring one ‘s own boundaries—the dos and don’ts.

and you gave her the green light to her fucking you while you’re sleeping, or when you’re unconscious, or what.

that includes now; you, on the couch, blacked out. from drinking with your girlfriend who’s a lil tipsy, too.

but you just look so good with your flushed cheeks, half-lidded eyes peering over the cup you’re bringing up to your mouth to talk to her, your lips forming a smile. add the atmosphere you two have created? 

caitlyn is yearning. she yearns to be between your legs. she wants your taste on her tongue. she wants you to feel you weakly pawing at her head whilst she’s abusing your clit.

“not there, baby,” you whine out, weak attempts at pushing her off of you don’t work.

she gives you no attention, only looking up at you for a second to see your already fucked-out  expression. “hands to yourself, darling. i’m trying to make you feel good. don’t you feel good?”

      caitlyn gives your clit a suck, slipping her tongue inside your cunt once your fingers dig themselves on her scalp; your whimpers, rugged whispers of her name, babbles of everything and nothing.

you might be drunk out of your mind, but your body feels the pleasure—you’re writhing and thrashing against her hold on you. you keep nodding out. the sight of caitlyn eating you out keeps flashing in your mind.

caitlyn doesn’t hesitate to put two fingers in you when she feels your clit twitch on her tongue, immediately curling them to prod that sweet spot of yours.

“ohh, yeah,” she drags out her words, looking up to see you basically drooling on yourself, so unaware of your surroundings and what’s happening to you, “you feel so good, yeah?”

      cailyn stands up, not before giving your cunt a peck. she settles beside you, with her digits still buried in your pussy—kissing the side of your neck, slowly, but thoroughly fucking you with her long slender fingers.

you’re mumbling, unable to form coherent sentences, and caitlyn’s kissing you at the same time.

she’s getting off on this; your image, your sounds, it all sends shockwaves to her own needy cunt.

you don’t notice but you’re cumming around her fingers, legs shaking, your head lolling to the side, leaving cait to suck and bite and kiss your exposed neck.

“mfeel’s good, baby,” you mumble tiredly. 

[formulaonecrumbs]

hi!! i’ve just like binge read all of your stuff and it’s so beautifully written

do you think you could do a charles fic with the co-parenting to lovers trope? like their kid helps them get together or like he flys out to see their kid and realizes that life is so much better with them? i have a whole like plot im sorry 😭

stay a little longer 🕯️

Charles Leclerc x ex(?)!reader

summary: co-parenting finally turns into something more when their daughter decides it’s time for a date.

warnings: co-parenting to lovers, kid matchmaker, suggestive content, kissing, car makeout, implied smut, love confessions, second chances

A/N: thank u anon for the requuessttt!!! i feel like i still don’t write charles very well 😭 like yes i believe the guy is romantic but i think i made that his whole personality in this WHOOPS. random but i love when drivers have girlfriends cuz now i got sm material for the mood-boards. i hope u enjoy it and as always love u ❤️

༻ ❤︎︎ ༺

you never expected him to show up.

not like this, not without warning, not with that soft look in his eyes and a suitcase in his hand.

it’s been almost six months since you saw charles leclerc in person. six months since he kissed your cheek at the airport and promised he’d try to visit more. six months of facetime calls with your daughter holding your phone too close to her face, grinning with her tiny teeth and telling him she lost another one. six months of you pretending that you were completely fine raising her mostly alone while he chased podiums around the world.

but now he’s standing on your porch like it’s nothing. like he’s not the father of your child and also the person who once broke your heart in the softest, most unintentional way.

“hi,” he says.

you blink. “charles? what—what are you doing here?”

he looks down at his shoes. he’s wearing sneakers that used to live in your hallway. the ones your daughter would trip over every time she tried to run to the door. “i had a week off. i wanted to see her.”

you let him in because you always do. because she misses him even when she doesn’t say it, and because you’ve never been able to fully close the door on him.

your daughter screams ‘daddy!’ the second she hears him. he drops his bag and catches her mid-run, spinning her around in the tiny living room you’ve made your home. you watch from the kitchen, hands still on the mug you were making, heart doing something stupid and warm and dangerous in your chest.

“you’re not leaving tonight, are you?” she asks him, small hands on his cheeks.

he shakes his head. “not tonight. not for a few days, actually.”

and you swear, you see her little face light up with something more than excitement. something like hope.

it’s not supposed to be easy, but it is.

charles fits back into your space like he never left. he sleeps on the couch and does the dishes after dinner. he drives her to school in the mornings and makes up silly songs about brushing her teeth. he folds laundry while you’re at work and lets her paint his nails on the weekends.

and you keep waiting for it to feel like a mistake. to feel like a tease, like you’re slipping back into something that already ended.

but instead, it feels like healing.

like late nights where he sits across from you, whispering stories about races she’s too young to hear. like laughing over wine after she’s gone to bed, both of you tipsy on nostalgia and something heavier. something that tastes like maybe.

he doesn’t flirt. not really. but sometimes, he looks at you like he remembers every moment you ever shared. and sometimes, when he thinks you’re not paying attention, he stares at you like you hung the stars.

it happens on a tuesday.

you’re rushing to get out the door for work. your daughter can’t find her other shoe and you’ve already yelled twice, which always makes you feel like a terrible mother. charles is standing in the kitchen, packing her lunch like he’s done it every morning for the past year instead of the last five days.

and then she says it.

“daddy, are you staying forever now?”

you freeze. so does he.

“because i think you should,” she continues, completely unaware of the tension she’s stirred up. “you make mommy laugh again. and you’re really good at pancakes.”

charles doesn’t look at you. he kneels down and kisses her forehead. “i love you, chérie,” he says quietly.

you don’t talk about it.

not until later, when she’s asleep and you’re both sitting on the back steps with a blanket around your shoulders and the sky full of stars.

“she wants us to be a family,” you whisper.

charles’s voice is soft. “i do too.”

your chest tightens. “charles…”

“i know,” he says. “i know i left. i know i haven’t been here like i should have. and i’m not trying to ask you to just forget it. but i want to be here now. not just for her. for you, too.”

you stare at your hands. your heart. the little cracks that never quite healed after he left.

“why now?” you ask.

he takes a breath. “because every time i see her smile, i see you. and every time i talk to her, i wish you were beside me. and because… i thought i was doing the right thing. giving you space. letting you live your life without the mess of mine. but i’ve never been more wrong.”

you look at him. really look. and he looks scared. vulnerable in a way he never is behind the wheel. and you realize, in this quiet moment under the stars, that maybe you’ve been scared too.

you don’t say anything. you just reach out, take his hand, and let your fingers intertwine like they never stopped knowing how to.

he moves in slowly.

a toothbrush at first. then a drawer. then he’s picking her up from school without you asking, buying groceries like he knows the list by heart. you fall back into love like it’s muscle memory. slow, steady, familiar. this time, without the fear.

your daughter starts calling you her “mommy and daddy house.” she draws pictures of the three of you holding hands, all smiling with the sun in the corner.

one night, she asks if you and daddy are married again.

charles chuckles. “not yet, chérie.”

you shoot him a look. “not funny.”

he leans in, his voice low against your ear. “it could be.”

and you feel it again—that dangerous, stupid hope that maybe this time, it’s real.

because he came back. because he stayed. because your little girl believed in love enough to put it back together. and because this time, you’re ready to believe in it too.

༻ ❤︎︎ ༺

she catches you holding his hand in the kitchen.

it’s not a big deal, really. just fingers brushing as you pass him the milk. but charles catches your pinky with his, gives it a gentle squeeze, and you smile in that way you only ever do with him.

your daughter sees it all from her seat at the table, eating cereal like it’s the most important meal of her life.

“are you guys in love again?” she asks, spoon halfway to her mouth.

charles pauses, milk almost spilling over the edge of his glass. “what?”

“you heard me,” she says, chewing dramatically.

you shoot charles a look. he shrugs, trying not to laugh.

“i think you are,” she continues, totally unfazed. “you look at each other like the people in mommy’s movies. and you sleep on the couch together sometimes. and daddy made you pancakes in a heart shape.”

you can’t even deny that one. he really did.

“okay,” she says, pushing her bowl away. “it’s time.”

“time for what?” you ask, even though you already know.

“you’re going on a date.”

charles raises an eyebrow. “we are?”

she nods. “yes. i’ll stay with mamie. and you two can go somewhere fancy. with candles and music. and then you’ll kiss.”

you laugh, shaking your head. “what is it with you and kissing lately?”

she grins. “uncle pierre says it’s how people fall in love.”

charles makes a face. “i’m going to block his number.”

you get ready while she helps charles pick out a shirt. you hear her scolding him for choosing the boring grey one and insisting he wears the one with the tiny flowers because “mommy likes when you look like a soft boy.”

you come out in a dress that hasn’t seen the light of day in years and charles just stands there, looking like he forgot how to breathe.

“wow,” he says softly. “you look…”

you raise a brow. “like a soft girl?”

he laughs. “like the girl i’ve been in love with since before i even knew it.”

you blink.

he smiles, nervous and sweet and very charles. “too much?”

“no,” you say, cheeks warm. “just enough.”

you drive to a little italian restaurant tucked away in the quieter part of town. it’s dimly lit, with fairy lights above the patio and old music playing inside. it’s romantic in a kind of unintentional way. the kind of place that doesn’t try too hard because it doesn’t need to.

charles pulls your chair out for you and keeps glancing across the table like he’s still trying to figure out if this is real.

“this feels weird,” you say, sipping your wine. “in a good way. but weird.”

he nods. “like we’re pretending we’re not already a family.”

you smile. “yeah.”

“but i want this too,” he adds, eyes soft. “the dating part. the butterflies.”

you meet his gaze. “you still get butterflies?”

he reaches across the table, lacing your fingers with his. “every time you look at me like this.”

and god, you feel it too. that flutter. that full-body warmth that only ever comes when you’re really, really falling.

after dinner, he takes your hand and suggests a walk. it’s chilly but not cold, and the stars are out like someone painted them just for tonight.

“this is the part where we kiss under the moonlight,” you joke, bumping your shoulder into his.

charles stops walking.

“what?” you ask, turning.

he steps closer. “i was waiting for the right moment.”

your breath catches. “is this it?”

he nods, eyes flicking to your mouth. “yeah. i think it is.”

and when he kisses you, it’s slow and soft and everything you’ve been missing for years. it’s full of promises and apologies and second chances. it tastes like wine and laughter and home.

you stay like that for a long time, under the stars and the streetlamp, kissing like you’re twenty and just discovering how good it feels to be wanted.

when you get home, the lights are low and the house is quiet. your daughter is asleep, curled up in her bed with her stuffed giraffe and the nightlight glowing faintly beside her.

charles shuts the door gently behind you.

you turn to him, heart racing, still a little breathless from the night.

“so…” you whisper.

he walks toward you, slow, eyes locked on yours. “so.”

“was this the part where we’re supposed to kiss again?”

he nods, grinning. “definitely.”

he backs you into the couch and kisses you until you’re both laughing and gasping and tangled in each other. his hands in your hair, your arms around his neck, the world spinning just slightly off its axis in the best way.

“we probably shouldn’t wake her,” you mumble against his mouth.

“then we’ll be quiet,” he whispers back, kissing down your neck.

you end up in the car—because it’s late and you can’t quite make it upstairs, and also because there’s something wildly thrilling about being wrapped around each other in the dark leather seats, trying not to fog up the windows too much.

his hands on your thighs, your lips tracing every freckle on his collarbone, his voice low and hoarse as he says your name like a prayer.

after, you sit in the front seat, legs curled into his lap, his hand resting gently on your bare knee.

“we should do this again,” you say, grinning against his shoulder.

charles kisses your temple. “i plan on it.”

and you believe him. completely.

because this time, he’s not just here for the night. this time, he’s here to stay.

THE END :>

[sdmnpact]

"Is that my shirt?"

George Clarke x Reader ff

[] Good Friends with Arthur Hill

[] Arthur Hill invites you to film a drunk cooking videos, things get messy, and you end up in George's shirt.

~~~

"Hey you guys, I'm here with one of my best friends, Y/n!" Arthur pointed at you as you came into the frame waving your arms around. "Hey!! Thanks for inviting me!" You said cheerfully. "Glad you're here! So, today we're gonna be baking a cake BUT we're gonna be getting drunkkk!" He said in a singing song tone. "AND only one of us gets to see the recipe!" He said excitedly showing off the bottle and paper.

You were sorta of excited for this because you always enjoy a good drink with Hill. You two began getting everything in order, setting up the ingredients, shot glasses and cleaning the surfaces. "Okay lets begin." He said clapping his hands together.

You both started off with a shot each. You whinced as the liquid burned your throat. Arthur insisted that he give the instructions and you would mainly fix the ingredient proportions. "Okay pour all your dry ingredients~" he went on listing them as you tried pouring the correct measurements. "New rule! Each time you spill something, thats a shot! Aside from the 1 shot every 20 minutes!" He said in a matter of fact tone raising a finger.

You looked down at the giant mess of flour you made before he said that. "Oh thats just not fair!" You tried contending. "Drink up!" He semi shouted. You sighed as you poured yourself another shot, his eyes focused on you making sure you dont under pour. You poured it back whincing once again at the sensation. "Oh! Look at that, 20 minutes passed, another shot!" He said snickering to himself. You groaned as you poured two more shots.

After a while, you were starting to feel the effects, spilling more as you felt more tipsy. Arthur was getting noticeably drunker as well as you lot were just laughing and making a huge mess instead of making the cake and homemade frosting, well attempting to at least.

By the end of the video, the cake was a lopsided mess and you two were hammered. You were both covered in flour, your clothes somehow dripping with some liquid. "Ew, Arthur, do you have something I can wear?" You asked trying to pull your shirt off. "Oh yeah, give me a second." He said walking off down the hallway leaving you standing in the living room with a sports bra. He returned wearing some fresh clothes and tossed you a large tshirt. You quickly pulled it over yourself.

"Wanna stay here for the night then?" He said lazily as he plopped on the couch. "Sure, cant get an uber like this." You said pointing at yourself. "Im gonna throw my clothes in the wash" you said as he nodded.

You stumbled to the washer machine and took off your pants placing both your clothes inside turning it on. You were quite comfortable with Arthur, you guys tried dating a while back ago but you weren't right for each other. You guys became good friends after that and you frequently hang out. You're also somewhat good friends with his roommates but you dont hang out with them unless Arthur is there. He said they were out tonight so you shouldn't expect them home too soon. That was good news for you because you were just walking around in a large tshirt and underwear.

You were walking back towards the living room until you heard another voice. You slowly creeped around the corner and saw George. You felt yourself get nervous because you didn't want him to see you like that. Either way you were gonna have to walk out eventually. You walked towards the couch hoping he didnt notice how you were dressed.

"Oh hey Y/n! -Um, is that my shirt?" He asked. You turned to look towards him, he looked really nice. He had on a loose fitted shirt that revealed a lot of his chest and his hair was especially curly. "Oh- is it? My bad." Arthur said turning to face you then turning back towards the tv. You mentally scolded him for not telling you that it was George's shirt. "Im sorry, I can change if you'd like!" You said nervously.

"No- its alright. It actually looks better on you than me." He chuckled causing a blush to rise to your cheeks. "I thought you weren't gonna be here until later." You asked George, finally sitting on the couch near Arthur. He seemed sort of out of it and was focused on whatever was on the tv. "Yeah, it was sort of dead tonight so I thought I should just go home. Im glad I-" he stopped himself. "Yeah just wanted to come home." He finished, changing his words.

You found it slightly strange but chose to ignore it. "Well, do you wanna join us? Im staying over tonight so we were-" I paused and looked towards Arthur, who was struggling to stay awake. "Well we were going to watch movies but it looks like Mr. Hill here, can't handle his liquor." You giggled looking at the red cheeked boy passed out on the couch next to you. "Sure! Might as well have someone keep you company." He said laughing at Arthur, who's head was now leaning back with his mouth open.

George walked over, sitting on the other side of you, making himself comfortable. "Looks like you two had a good night, at least." He said, his focus still on Arthur. "Yeah, we filmed a video and you know how it goes." You giggled feeling slightly embarassed and self conscious that you were slurring your words. "You dont seem as bad- I guess you can actually handle your alcohol." He laughed as you nodded. "Yeah, Im slightly out of it but Im alright." You said.

"Well- are you hungry? I can order us a pizza or something?" He asked. You were kind of hungry and nodded your head. You watched as he pulled up his phone seeing a text from Chris.

Can't believe you ditched me for a girl 😠

A girl? You wondered who they were talking about but looked away once he began asking what you wanted. You both agreed on pizza and some toppings as he made the order. Your attention went back to the tv, you were watching Rush Hour as Arthur had put it on before he passed out.

"Do you like this movie?" George asked. "Yeah, its funny." You responded, he just nodded. You two spent the rest of thirty minutes watching the movie until the food arrived. He brought it over to you and brought you some plates. "I dont suppose you want another alcoholic beverage?" He asked with a smile. You shook your head. "No, just a soda for me please." He nodded and brought you one, grabbing a beer for himself. Arthur was still there, his sleeping body just adding to the ambiance.

You both continued watching the movie while eating until it was over. "So, what do you wanna do now?" He asked scrolling through the selection of movies. "We could makeout?" You said jokingly. You noticed how he stiffened, now sitting upright. You regreted your little joke. "Im kidding." You said trying to save yourself from the awkwardness that was seeping in.

"I know... but..." he started leaving you wondering what his next words were going to be. "What if you weren't kidding.." he said, fiddling with his fingers. You went wide eyed thinking about what he meant. Your mind was spiraling now. "What do you mean?" You asked nervously. "You don't understand, do you?" He asked, standing in front of you now. You shook your head slowly.

"He likesss youuuuuuuuugh!" You heard suddenly, both of your heads whipping to look towards Arthur, his eyes still closed and his head still titled back. "Is that true?" You asked, looking back towards George. "Thanks a lot, Arthur." He said as Arthur just waved him off. George came closer, grabbing your hand, beckoning you to stand up. You struggled a bit, but he held you tightly. "Yes. I like you, Y/n." He said with an awkward chuckle. "I've actually liked you for a while-"

"He watches all your videos, he always asks me to invite you over, he-" "OKAY! Thanks Arthur, Ive got it from here!" George said, trying to get Arthur quiet. "Out with it then!" Arthur responded, turning in his seat, hugging a pillow in a fetal position. "Yeah, you dont think I'm weird now, do you?" He asked for reassurance.

"Of course not." You said, placing a hand on his cheek. "I think it's quite sweet, actually." You grinned widely. You felt your heart flutter at this sudden confession. You never really had eyes for George, but you always found him so interesting and funny. You have to admit, you also watched most of his videos and would occasionally steal a glance or two whenever you're in the same room.

"Do you think you'd fancy a date with me then?" He asked sheepishly. "I would love to!" You replied, smiling from ear to ear. "Yay..." You heard a very low but cheery sound coming from the ball on the couch. "Thanks, Arthur!" You beamed happily. Suddenly, he sat upright. "You're welcome, BUT I want to be the best man or maid of honor at the wedding." He said seriously. "You've got it, mate." George chuckled, looking at you. You spent the rest of the night basically curled up with George while Arthur mustered up enough energy to head to his room. "This doesn't count as a first date, just so you know." He said, his head resting on yours. You smiled melting further into him, feeling safe and comfortable in his arms.

[akutasoda]

in the morning light [genshin ver]

synopsis - what it's like sharing a bed with them

includes - diluc, kaeya, albedo, beidou, baizhu, alhaitham, kaveh, neuvillette, wriothesley

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, still have no clue what im doing, might be ooc, wc - 2.2k

a/n: can you tell im bored? anyway how is everyone?

diluc ragnvindr ★↷

↪to absolutely nobody's suprise, he didn't actually get much sleep. most would assume that the reason for this would be running angels share or the dawnery and such, but it was mainly because he acted as the 'darknight hero'.

↪he always encouraged you to go to bed and not wait up for him because he never knew how long he would take. however, diluc couldn't get mad at you for staying up as he found it endearing that you were so insistent on doing so.

↪diluc does have a rather important public image to uphold and so he tries his best to maintain a night and morning routine, but sometimes the night one does go a miss. it's simple yet very effective for him - you know he gets the absolute worst bed hair known to man.

↪the neatest bed you've ever seen, it's always pristine whether he made it or not. has no issues compromising for what you'd like either, he'd even assist you in making the bed to your liking rather than his.

↪initially, he prefers to have his own side to the bed - mainly because he gets up early and goes to bed late so he doesn't want to disturb you. but over time he gets a tad bit too comfy and prefers to have you swamped in his embrace.

↪a light sleeper and not that much of a mover, he either stays completely still or occasionally shuffles around. although when he does shuffle, his hair can tickle you and accidentally wake you if you're a light sleeper yourself.

↪unfortunately, diluc sometimes can wake up rather abruptly due to some certain nightmares, but he always tries not too wake you.

↪human heater. most summers are spent with the bedding completey stripped away because he gives off a lot of body heat, so cuddles are rare unless you don't mind feeling like you're being cooked alive.

kaeya alberich ★↷

↪has the best routines you've ever seen, that is if he bothers to do them. he's very vigilant when doing his morning routine but sometimes he comes home from angels share a bit too tipsy to do his night routine.

↪as mentioned, he spends quite a few nights down at angels share and so he either comes home late, assisted by an annoyed diluc, or you have to go fetch him. admittedly he has gotten better since you've been around though.

↪most days he does get up fairly early, but on his day's off he's not budging. good luck getting up yourself because you're not leaving until he decides he wants to get up - which he will then proceed to wake you up.

↪the messiest bed, sure he makes it occasionally but sometimes he just can't be asked. uses way too many pillows and blankets but is very accommodating to your needs and wants.

↪a complete opposite to his brother, but he is practically a human freezer. unfortunately kaeya is quite cold to the touch so if winter comes around he always puts more blankets and duvets on the bed just so he can still cuddle you without you complaining that he's going to give you frostbite. he also can give you quite the wake up in the morning by how cold he is.

↪can be unconsciously really clingy in his sleep, im talking having some part of him touching you at any time - full on cuddles, holding hands, or even simply intertwining his legs with yours. he claims it helps him sleep better, especially when the nightmares come calling.

↪only downside, is that he can be extremely obnoxious. he moves around so much and unfortunately that can wake you aswell, especially when he ends up upside down and spread out across the bed and such. also can be quite the snorer if he allows himself to fully relax around you.

albedo ★↷

↪admittedly, he spends many nights up at camp in dragonspine and he understands that the freezing weather isn't for everyone - so he doesn't blame you for staying in mondstadt. but sometimes he knows you'd probably prefer for him to be back in mondstadt with you.

↪but if you choose to stay with him in dragonspine, he decides to upgrade the usual camp cot that he uses. he might not be able to feel the cold but you certainly would and the very last thing he'd want, is for you to catch a cold or worse. although there is a nice feeling of finally returning home to you.

↪albedo does have a simple nightly routine that he follows and same goes for his morning routine - although admittedly he can get a bit too carried away with his research and completely miss his routines or sleep in general.

↪he practically stays still entirely while he sleeps, it's almost scary as sometimes you forget he's there. he also doesn't really understand if you want to cuddle while you sleep but he'll indulge you.

beidou ★↷

↪she either goes to bed alongside you or later at night, normally she only comes to bed late if she stays up celebrating with the crew or is on some kind of voyage. most nights she does want to go to bed with you.

↪keeps any routine, morning or night, to a simple yet effective routine. yes she wants to keep up a good appearance but sometimes she just doesn't have the time and so she always goes for the same quick routine.

↪due to her bed being on her ship, she has the bare minimum as beidou doesn't really see a point in going all out. however, again, very willing to let you do whatever you want to the bed as you are sleeping in it aswell and she doesn't mind one bit.

↪can be somewhat clingy in her sleep, she loves holding you close and you can't exactly overpower her grip - it worsens when she does have a bit too much to drink when celebrating as she practically drapes her entire body over yours at all times.

↪a mix between a light sleeper and heavy, normally she's quite light but sometimes she gets a bit too tired.but either way beidou does shuffle around alot, most nights she ends up completely spread out across the entire bed.

baizhu ★↷

↪the doctor spends alot of time managing the pharmacy and other affairs and so even he would admit that he doesn't get as much sleep as he needs, especially when he can get easily fatigued. changsheng gets better sleep than he does.

↪normally by the time the day draws to a close, he's pretty exhausted and so he tries to go to sleep at a reasonable time after. he has somewhat of a nightly routine but it mainly focuses on managing his condition. same goes for the morning.

↪his bed is surprisingly really comfy, even changshengs is. he would prefer if you only messed with your side of the bed because he can be a bit particulate but if you really wanted to, he'd let you.

↪sometimes his condition can give him a rather uncomfortable night's sleep but he tries his best to not let it affect you. but otherwise he can become an extremely heavy sleeper because sleeping is one of the only times where he can truly rest.

↪very rarely his condition may get a bit too much and so he does have to isolate himself until it subsides. although now that you're in his life, he realises how lonely it can get without you.

↪he likes to keep contact to a minimum, perhaps holding hands or having your legs interwined. maybe further down the line, he'd be more inclined to indulge in cuddles if you preferred.

neuvillette ★↷

↪he wakes up quite early and never really wakes you, but if you need to get up he will get you up. however, on an extremely rare day off, he stays in bed with you a bit longer and subconsciously pulls you closer.

alhaitham ★↷

↪sometimes the scribe stays up late, sometimes he doesn't. staying up late could be due to akadeymia work or because he's busy reading up on his own interests. although he only really goes to bed early if you are.

↪his routines are basic but they cover the essentials, he spends more time on his nightly routine because he's normally more rushed in the morning.

↪his bed is rather basic, only really contains the essentials. he doesn't care what you do to make yourself comfortable, as long as you don't do anything stupid than he entertains you.

↪very prone to late night reading, most of the time he sits beside you completely emersed in his reading. alot of the time he does fall asleep in the middle of reading.

↪isn't one for physical contact but eventually might cave to your demands if you really want him to, although when he does you're convinced he enjoys it more than you do. although he does barely move in the night.

↪normally wakes up quite early, with some quite bad bed hair, but he normally leaves you to sleep unless he knows you have somewhere to be. although on his day's off, he indulges himself in your sleepy presence and he brings you closer and falls back asleep with you in his arms.

kaveh ★↷

↪it's no suprise that the architect can sometimes pull all nighters when he gets a well paid commission, much to your dismay. although most nights he does join you when you go to bed or earlier than you but he prefers you fi be there aswell.

↪his bed is extremely comfy and very well organised, most of the time. sometimes when he's pulled a few all nighters he can forget to sort his bed but most of the time he does.

↪his routines are also dependent on his sleep deprived state. if he's pulling all nighters, then his routine is very simple or virtually nonexistent, otherwise his routines can be quite extensive.

↪clingy. on purpose. he doesn't mind whether he's the big spoon or the small spoon, as long as he's cuddling you he's fine. in the morning when he's not fully awake, he can whine if you try and pry yourself away from him before he's ready to get up - he doesn't ever really need to get up super early.

↪a mix between a heavy sleeper and a light sleeper, can also shuffle around a tad but not much of an issue as long as you aren't an extremely light sleeper.

↪when you first stayed the night at neuvillette's, you wondered why on tevyat was his bed so big. it seemed almost comical for one person but you didn't exactly complain as it was extremely comfy.

↪however, further down the line, as he started to really trust you, you realised that it was because he preferred to sleep in somewhat of a dragon form as he claimed it was much more comfortable. and it certainly was for you, he was surprisingly comfy to sleep on.

↪if he has the time, he enjoys taking his time with a nightly routine and he enjoys doing it alongside you, should you also have one. again, same goes for his morning routine - although that one is always much shorter as he is needed quite early.

↪as mentioned, when he gets much more comfortable with you, he sleeps in a semi dragon form. however he's much more likely to fidget and shuffle around in such form, mainly his tail which sometimes wakes you up.

↪however, when he sleeps as is, he doesn't move at all. neuvillette does enjoy cuddling in both forms though, at first he didn't exactly understand why but he quickly grew accustomed to it and came to enjoy it much more than he thought.

wriothesley ★↷

↪alot of the time, he returns late at night. he doesn't exactly find spending the night at the fortress ideal, sometimes he does have to however, and so he doesn't mind traveling back late, although sometimes he wishes he could come back a tad bit earlier.

↪normally, he doesn't have an efficient amount of time to have an extensive night routine but he does in the morning if he wakes early enough. especially because he also falls victim to bed hair.

↪his bed is normally quite basic yet comfy. so he actually enjoyed it when you started changing things to your liking as it gave a bit of character.

↪clingy, on purpose. he always claims that he doesn't get to see you much since he's at the fortress all day and so he refuses to let you go. he always gathers you unti his embrace and when he knows you're safe in his arms, he can relax.

↪always extremely reluctant in the morning, he doesn't want to leave the comfort of the room and so when he has an extremely rare day off, he refuses to let you go and indulges in your presence much longer - all with a smug smile when you try and leave.

↪extremely light sleeper and sometimes does like to shuffle around, and of course you unfortunately will move around with him as his grip refuses to let up.

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Husband!kwon ji-yong x Wife!reader headcanons

A/N: first post!! requests are currently open for headcanons and blurbs ★

warnings: smut/fluff/consensual relationship

★ ji-yong gets you to dye his hair. So here you were in the bathroom of your house, your hair up, some clear gloves covering your hands, a pot of red hair dye in one hand and a dye brush in the other, softly stroking the brush through your husbands hair. "Ugh are you almost done jagiya?" He whined leaning his head back so he could see you better. "Be patient Ji, im going as fast as I can." You huffed rolling your eyes pushing his head slightly back so you could apply more dye to his hair. "But I miss you." He said pouting moving his body slightly so he can see your face fully. "I'm right here Ji." You laughed your hand coming up to cup his face, he nuzzled his face further into your hand. "Now let me finish your hair, then we can go to bed." You smiled looking into his eyes. "Kiss first baby." He grinned moving closer to you, you gave him a peck on his lips and moved away. "Hey come back" He huffed. "Ji baby turn around let me finish this." You say pointing to his hair, he moved his face closer and without saying anything he grabbed your face in his hands, pulling your face closer to his and connecting his lips with yours.

★Sometimes you find your husband Ji-Yong sleeping on the floor. You twist the lock on yours and jiyong's front door removing the key as you enter before turning around and locking it, the atmosphere was unusually silent. You take off your jacket and shoes leaving them in their usual place, "Ji-Yong?." You spoke walking down the hall and into the living room, and that's when you see your husband, his body calmly laying on the floor, his head resting on his hands and his phone scatted on the floor next to him. You walk over and crouch down rubbing his back slightly. "Baby wake up." You spoke rubbing his back a bit harder than before. His eyes slowly flutter open for a second before he's closing them again because of the lights. "Jagiya?" He asked lifting an arm up to reach you. "Come on baby you fell asleep on the floor again." You softly said pulling his hand so he could sit up. "Lets get you to bed honey." You said caressing his hair.

★When your husband Ji-Yong comes home tipsy. You were currently sat on the couch in your living room, watching a random movie you put on. Ji-Yong went out with a couple friends this evening he wanted you to come but you refused since you had a busy week at work and just wanted to relax for the weekend. You were now half way through your movie it was around 9pm , you couldn't focus on the movie so you decided to just scroll through your phone. After around 10 minuets of scrolling you hear the lock of the front door twist. 'he's back already its only 9' you thought to yourself. "baby?" He spoke out locking the door in the process. "In here". You said putting your phone down on the coffee table in front of you. He walked into the living room with a big smile across his face, he walked over to where you were sat on the couch and plopped down next to you. "Hey honey your back early". You smiled moving your head to face him. "I know, think im getting too old." He laughed moving closer to your side. "Were you drinking?" You ask. "Only had one glass jagiya." His head came in contact with your shoulder and he snuggled into you, you start to softy run your fingers through his hair. "Hmm good boy." You teased, a grin spreading across your face. "Don't tease." He whined hiding his face in your shoulder. You pull his hair softly so you could see his face, he whimpered at your action. You lean forward and press your lips onto his.

★When your husband Ji-Yong has to leave for work. It was around 5am Ji-young had to leave early as he was catching a flight. He was awoken suddenly by his phone alarm, he groaned removing one of his arms from around you to turn it off. He turned back around to wrap you in his arms tighter, he pulled you close and whispered in your ear. "I've got to leave soon baby". He pressed a kiss to your neck, you hummed in response still deep in sleep. He placed a few more kisses on your neck before moving your body so you were now laying fully on your back, his mouth went to your stomach leaving a few gentle kisses. His fingers hooked into your pj pants and he slipped them from your legs, His mouth came in contact with your clothed clit leaving a few more kisses, your body jerks slightly at his action, he gripped your thighs softly pulling you closer, he slipped off your underwear. After they were removed he left a trial of kisses on your inner thighs before his lips came in contact with your bare pussy, his tongue darted out to swirl around your clit. You were shook out your sleep suddenly when you felt him, a moan left your throat. "Ji-Yong." You got out, your hands gripped his hair. "Shh baby, I just needed a little taste before I leave". He hummed His mouth going back down to your clit.