#instead of waking up tired as fucking ever

[kpopsexstories]

Hey! Do you think you could write a Haechan x Bottom Male Reader one-shot? The details are up to you!

Hi 😊👋

I started writing a longer one-shot, but it didn't turn out the way I wanted it to. I hope you're okay with this quick fix instead, which I'm much more happy with 😁

QUICK FIX GAY #8: You wake NCT Haechan up with a hand on his boner and he sleepily fucks you from behind

This is a 100% gay story. Check out this post for my straight smut and this post for more gay smut.

Pairing: NCT Haechan & Male Reader

Content: Tired morning sex, Missionary, Spooning, Jerking off

Type of Sex: MEDIUM

Word Count: 1,461

You're sleeping naked with your boyfriend Haechan. It's the middle of the night and you're lovingly spooning the man when his gentle snoring abruptly wakes you up.

His body is warm and soft. Your hand is on his chest and glides down to his comfy stomach. Your crotch is pressed against his ass, and you realize you've got a throbbing boner between your legs.

Haechan may be sleeping, but that doesn't stop you from appreciating his body. You close your eyes and let your hand wander to between his legs, where your fingers find his soft and slack dick.

You're not sure if he's asleep or awake, but upon your touch the dick begins to grow. You feel it expand in the palm of your hand as you massage it gently. You rub and grind the full length of your body against his back, and your boyfriend lets out a soft groan.

“You awake?” you whisper. He doesn't respond, but rolls on his back and smiles. Though he never opens his eyes you can tell that he's conscious and enjoying the sensation of your hands on his naked body.

You kiss the man on the cheek. He turns his head slightly and your lips meet in the dark. You begin to make out, until he rolls against you and your chests rub together.

You squeeze his waist, a sudden jolt of lust rushing through you. You gasp while your hand explores his back and ass. Your boners brush then press together, creating a wonderful sensation that shoots from your groin through your entire body.

He eventually lifts his upper body. You spread your legs wide for him. He finally opens his eyes while he climbs on top of you, and you stare lovingly at each other as he begins to thrust gently in your arms.

“Can I fuck you?” he whispers. He lowers his head while waiting for your reply, buries his face in your neck and you feel his lips on your skin and moan.

“Yeah,” you say and pull him closer. Oh yeah!

Haechan pulls up on his arms and reaches to the side of the bed. You can't fully see him in the dark, but you can make out and sense his out-stretched silhouette over you.

He returns, and briefly sits up on his knees. You feel his cock playing around your crotch and ass and raise your knees for him. He guides the dick into position, then comes back down, kisses your lips, and you make out with lust and passion while the dick slowly pushes in.

The head expands your hole. It stretches you wide and you hold your breath. Haechan's face is frozen as you press your noses together and the dick slides all the way in.

“Mm, fuck,” he moans. His voice is tired and his eyes are closed again. He's still half asleep.

“Mm, yeah, fuck me,” you whisper to wake him up, but you're not quite awake yourself.

Haechan is rocking gently back and forth in your arms. Your hands glide along his spine and your fingertips feel his mushy cheeks and the crack of his ass. You pull him in while he pushes away, his arms wrapped around your sides, causing a tense and wonderful friction between your bodies.

The dick in your hole feels strong and powerful. It throbs and glides back and forth inside your ass, stretching your hole as you push and pull, repeatedly hitting your g-spot.

It's one of the many things you love about the man. His dick and your ass always fit so well together, and the sex you have is always amazing. No other man has ever made you feel as good as he does.

“Mm, mm, mm,” he moans again and again in your ear.

“Yeah, Haechan, I love you,” you whisper in the dark.

The duvet is pushed to your feet and the bed starts creaking. You raise your knees further, pulling them up to your chest while Haechan is pushing down on your thighs. The dick goes so deep you can almost taste it. His balls and thighs soon slam against your ass and inner thighs, and the otherwise quiet room in the middle of the night is filled with the passionate sounds of two hot bodies clasping together.

It's insanely hot and erotic. You can hardly believe that this man is yours.

Haechan picks up the pace. You move your hips to match his motions. You stop kissing and his nose is pressing against the side of your face, while his lips rest against your neck, and he pants softly into your ear.

You feel the bend of his spine with your fingers, and his chest tightly squeezed against your legs. You spread them wider and he sinks down onto your chest and stomach, while you run your fingers through his hair and his cock fills you up.

Haechan's soft stomach creates a suction effect against yours, and a light sweat builds up between you in the already hot room. The man feels incredible in your arms, and you in his.

“Ahh, I'm gonna come!” Haechan announces. His voice is still coarse and creamy.

“Yeah, come inside me baby,” you whisper which drives him wild.

The bed starts slamming hard against the wall. Haechan's body becomes heavier on yours, before he lightens the load by pulling up on his elbows. He thrusts faster inside you, shaking you on the bed, and you can imagine the grimacing face and strained expression lingering directly above your eyes and mouth.

“Mm, mm, mm!” he repeats in the dark.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah!” you whimper and reach in to grab your own dick.

“Mm, fuck, fuuuck!”

“Yeah, yeah, come for me baby!”

“Mm, mmpfh, Ahhh!”

Haechan erupts in your arms. You squeeze his biceps when he comes inside you with a sudden jolt. He becomes silent as he holds his breath, then exhales in a loud and hard sigh.

“AHHHH, fuuuck!” he exclaims.

You stroke your cock faster, to catch up and reach your own peak. “Yeah, yeah, AHHHH,” you say while rapidly jerking your boner.

He jolts again, shooting a second load into your asshole. You squeeze your dick and reach your climax, suddenly unloading between your stomachs.

He begins to pant heavily as his orgasm ends, and you push down hard on his lower back and wrap your feet around his thighs.

You briefly feel his hard and tense ass muscles with your fingers, while your other hand gets drenched in cum. Every part of your body is tense when you come, and he empties his last drops inside you.

“Ahh, fuck!” he exclaims before he collapses on your chest.

You pull your hand out from underneath him. “Holy shit,” you gasp and open your mouth wide.

Your bodies are spent. Your faces become droopy. You feel exhausted, but you're certainly not tired anymore.

Haechan catches his breath and you feel the warm air coming out of his mouth as he heaves against your neck. His chin fits perfectly with your shoulder, and his dick is growing slack inside you.

You tilt your head back and chip for air. Haechan's body feels heavy, and the sperm you've produced gets smeared between your stomachs.

He's hot and flustered. He feels soft and comfy again to hold, a wonderful feeling as you hold each other.

Haechan soon pulls up and out of you, and you relax on the mattress which feels like it's embracing your entire body.

He gets off you and rolls on his back beside you. You take a few more deep breaths before you reach for a strategically placed roll of toilet paper in the dark. You know exactly where to find it.

You wipe your front with a huge chunk of paper, then give Haechan the same treatment. He has his eyes closed and is about to drift off to sleep again while you clean him up.

You carelessly toss the paper on the floor and put the roll back where it belongs. Haechan turns on his side with his back against you. You hug him from behind and bury your face in his shoulder blades, to keep his neck hair away from your face.

Your hand returns to his soft and comfortable chest. He gently strokes your arm while your bodies return to a state of rest. Okay, maybe you are still tired after all.

You smile and press your lips against your boyfriend's back, before you slowly drift off as if nothing at all has happened in the middle of the night. But you got the release you needed. Soon you're both snoring lightly, your warm and naked bodies entangled and the duvet still piled up by your feet.

[oogaboogaspookyman]

FUNNIEST FIC EVER MADE BUT IT HAD TO BE RAUNCHY FUCK'S SAKE

I WROTE MOANING. BE VERY MUCH WARNED.

Also yes this is the thing i wrote because i lost a rock paper scissors game to @dronebiscuitbat

[LITTLE SHIT]

Bishop may be tired of hearing this every month.

"OH~! Oh god, Six~!"

"Mnn~! Ehn~!"

"Ah~! Teraa~!"

Bishop is definetly getting tired of this shit. It's been like this ever since they got together, those three. Tera, Six and Kiara would do this once a month and somehow they don't have like- TWELVE kids yet- it's so infuriating hearing them just make so much noise and of such debauchery too!

He blinks slowly, his eyes feeling heavy (somehow) from the exhaustion of the situation...

...

! Brain blast! Where did he pick that up from?? Whoever it was, they're probably as smart as him.

He grabs the phone on his desk and begins recording the noise. Eugh this is so dirty but it's gonna be worth it... And Tera's gonna kill him. Also worth it.

"A-ah~! Oh yeah right there Ter~!"

"Mnn~! Ah~!"

"Oh god, Ter-bear~!"

"Meep! Nngh~!"

He just looks at the ceiling as his phone on the desk sits and records the moaning. Listening to all that horrendous noise is so worth it, it's all for a great cause.

"Dios mio~! Ahh~!"

"Oh fuck~! Harder~!"

"Ahh~! Tera~!"

"Mnmn~! God i love you both~!"

AAAAAAND STOP RECORDING. PLEASE. Let's just... Give up on the studies and research and go to bed, try to sleep... If it's even possible with these three...

Bishop lies down on the mattress of his bed and hides under the covers, even goes as far as putting pillows on each side of his head, to drown out the noise.

It's gonna be a looooong night...

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THE NEXT DAY...

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"Ughh, girls..?" Tera was the first to wake up from the rough session last night, looking over at the other two– a blue haired drone and another with blonde hair– all cuddled up and cozy in Tera's warmth. They're so adorable like this...

"Wakey wakey you two~" she started moving them, attempting to wake them up, and seemingly succeeds as they start to wake from their deep slumber.

"mmmh just a little more..." Six responded to Tera's movement. Kiara remained silent but began moving too, nuzzling onto her chest instead of opening her eyes.

"Come on, we got a day to go through~" Tera whispered softly at Six's audial. That seems to do the trick, as she squeaked at that and slowly sat up. "Fiiiiine..." You can hear the >:( in her voice.

"Same goes for you, princess~" and Kiara squeaked all the same, but didn't complain.

And so they get off the bed, walk up to the door and head outside... The day begins.

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AT SCHOOL... FUCK SCHOOL

Recess began, everyone has gone outside the classrooms and went on with their shenanigans... As if there's never shenanigans in class, they're all some kind of chaotic or stupid.

Tera looked inside her locker, looking at herself in the mirror and... Do you really think you're worth anything?

Six noticed her expression and made the decision to challenge her thoughts, hugging her tight and kissing her on the collarbone... Because she's short. At least she gets a good reaction out of it! She giggles as she's bonked lightly on the head by her tall partner, who's also giggling.

"Ew!" Said a passing student, earning a very feral HISSSSSS from Six. They immediately ran off. Good, fucking run you little piece of shit.

"Hey siiiissss~" oh god what is Bishop doing here. He walks up to the couple (actually a throuple, Kiara's just not present) and he seems to be hiding something behind his back...

"What's up!" Tera looks at her brother, clearly in a good mood today, as if she just went through the best night ever. Yes i'm gonna remind you of that. I'm not sorry.

"Good mood today, ah? Good, good... I got a little sumthin' for ya~" he's smiling so wide, showing off his fangs... Tera's face falls into a frown, and she furrows her eyes in suspicion. "What did you do now..."

"Juuuuust recorded a something i think you might like~" he pulls out his phone from behind himself, his eyes turned into rings and gained lines under them. The expression of pure, raw malice.

He taps on the play button...

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"A-ah~! Oh yeah right there Ter~!"

glass_shatter.mp3

"YOU LITTLE!!!" She began chasing her brother, who's clearly amused by her reaction. "CATCH ME IF YOU CAN, DOGGY!!" he shouted, earning him a "I'M NOT A FUCKING DOG!!" from Tera.

Six just watched as Tera chased Bishop through the same doors, some even breaking from the sheer momentum spawned from her rage, scaring off the surrounding students and the teach remains unphased through it all (of course). This feels like something out of Scooby Doo. Six used to watch that when she was little, maybe she has one of the songs saved?

"What's going on?! Something happened with Ter?!" Kiara ran into the scene to find Tera chasing Bishop, and immediately isn't so worried about it. "What did he do now?" Kiara asked, curious, and Six's answer is... "He recorded our session last night" and Kiara's hair right after perked up like a cat's fur, and her visor filled up with white blush. "HE WHAT?!?!"

"Yeah he did that, just to tease her i think. I'd say i'm not embarrassed at all but i'd be lying..." Six and Kiara just stared at the two, running around at crazy high speeds... "Tera's gonna kill him" to which Kiara added "YEAH NO SHIT?!"

"Oh hey i found it!" Kiara's confused, until all of a sudden... A drum beat, and then an entire Scooby Doo ass instrumental. Is that fucking music for a chase scene. Did Six really just pull this.

Six is the first to begin her laughing fit, starting with snorting and proceeding with a full blown howl, crouching and holding her sides. Kiara started giggling and it progressed into soft laughter, yet loud too.

"I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!!!" Tera yelled at Bishop, who responded with "MA AND PA AREN'T GONNA BE HAPPY ABOUT THAT SIS~!" Inbetween laughter, amused by the situation as a whole.

"No property damage in the halls–" ZOOM. The two speeding drones ran over the teacher standing in front of an open door, probably hurting him in the process... "Alright..." And he's unphased. Of course.

Jesus christ what is happening...

[end.]

[itstimeforstarwars]

Does anyone know if you can turn off comment notifications for a single work or is that something I gotta do with filtering in my actual email.

[fake-ascension]

so its probably not a gallstone issue and it might be a combo of my existing stomach problems + the stomach flue thats been floating around

im still very distressed by and it doesnt help my sibling is just. gettting on my nerves so badly. she keeps trying to buy random shit like make up and clothes right before she has a trip that shes leave for on friday

i cant be mad that shes going she did plan this months in advance but she STILL hasnt gotten her ticket which is close to 100$ plus her buying all kinds of make up and skin care stuff is just. so fucking shitty especially after i forked over my ENTIRE paycheck to my mom for rent + the car

all i told her was to stop spending any more money on nonessential stuff until after her trip so she has enough money for her ticket + food/etc in portland and then was like 'well sorry im just trying to be comfortable in my own skin' and likes DUDE IM NOT BEING TRANSPHOBIC @ YOU you dont need the make up you have makeup at home, your friend youre staying ALSO has makeup

and then she turned around at got pissed at me when i put a bottle of ginger beer (the real ginger in it helps with my stomach) in the grocery cart because she had to pay for it. when shes the one that wanted to go to the store to buy dinner for her + mom and my mom TOLD HER that she would be buying my ginger beer and soup crackers

[im2tired4usernames]

Every single time I defend someone shitty who has done nothing but be a cunt to me because they did 1 (ONE ) decent thing THEY ALWAYS TURN AROUND AND DO SOMETHING SO MUCH WORSE TO ME

[squid--inc]

....

[allthegothihopgirls]

i want to believe that the other batboys get so caught up in how damian NEVER acts like a normal child, that whenever they see him engaging in regular kid activities™ everyone is on high alert whilst trying to preserve the moment.

tim's with kon and they walk past jon's room to see him and damian playing toy cars? they start walking faster until they're a safe distance away, to stop in their tracks and share a mutual "what the fuck???"

jason and damian are arguing, something jason says strikes a nerve, and damian just stops and breaks the stoic act. jason has NO clue what to do with himself, because nothing he's ever said has gotten a non-violent reaction out of the kid.

dick's taking damian to the cinemas, and lets him pick what they watch. damian picks a kids movie, and doesn't make comments about it seeming 'childish' or 'boring', instead he looks genuinely interested. dick goes along with it but is really taken aback.

damian's patrolling with the other boys, and sustains a mild injury. everyone's used to him fixing himself up and never making a big deal out of it. they've seen him break bones and refuse medical attention, mainly because of how the league trained him. so when they get back to the batcave, and are all getting fixed up in the infirmary, everyone's shocked when damian, sitting to the side about to patch himself up, starts crying, because he's exhausted and hurt.

whenever the boys see damian asleep anywhere but his room, they make sure to tip-toe past and tell the others not to wake him. usually when this happens it's because he's been so exhausted, that he's sat down to watch a show, been playing with titus, or doing schoolwork, and he's just fallen asleep in the middle of it. afterwards, dick especially, makes sure that damian's sleeping enough, which is hard, because no one can tell that he's tired until he physically passes out.

[i-am-probably-alive]

I'm done. I'm just. done.

l've spent the last..well, all my fucking life really, trying to force myself to be someone who l'm just. Not. And I can't tell who I am anymore but I know it's not that. I know that when I look in the mirror, I'm not looking at myself, l'm looking at a statue carved by every hand except my own. So l'm done. I'm done. I'm done with faking my personality, my thoughts, my feelings. I'm done with forcing myself to do things I hate so I can have the life everyone else is trying to make me have. I don't want it. Even if it means I will live a life of mediocrity, I'm done.

I don't know who I am anymore. I don't know if any of my hobbies are things actually like, or if I just think I like them because I feel I should. The only thing that feels real about me is the things l've put the effort in to hide. And even then I don't know. The only thing I know is that I'm over it. Cause I've been keeping something up for too many years now, and it's all been crashing down over the span of a few months, and l'm done with it.

I know no one will see this post, but that's fine. That's good. This is my resignation to myself. This is the proof I can look back to every morning to remind myself that I'm over it. This will finally mean that Im done, and the world, wether it realizes it or not, knows I’m done. This post serves for nothing except for being able to finally realize it, finalize it, put out my message for the world to hear-even if it is merely a whisper that no one will ever pay attention to.

I'm done. I don't care if that means I lose all my friends, or if my family sees me as more of a disappointment than they already do. I.

Am. Done.

Jesus fuck that felt good to write out.

[dearru]

playing a prank on them | ft. hq boys

-> rq: how would the hq boys react to you doing the TikTok trend where you wake them up in the middle of the night to play uno? (click HERE for TikTok trend! anon also explains it in their original request which is also linked :3)

-> pairings: miya atsumu, tsukishima kei, akaashi keiji, kuroo tetsuro x gn!reader | sfw | cw: cursing, i proofread this but also did i really… , akaashi is super sweet here so that is either ooc or super in character to some of u freaks | genre: fluff | wc: 1400 | mlist

❀ MIYA ATSUMU !

Atsumu is a deep sleeper and it normally takes him about one hour or so to fully wake up, but when he realizes he’s fallen asleep mid-game, he immediately locks in. It makes sense since he’s the most competitive man you’ve ever met… but also what the fuck is wrong with him.

I think he realizes it’s a prank because you can’t stop laughing but he doesn’t even care because he wants to win.

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— Your boyfriend may be the deepest sleeper in the entire universe. When setting up the prank, you had dropped your phone on him, opened the deck of cards loudly, and turned on the overhead light— all while he snored peacefully. If you googled the phrase, “sleeping like a rock,” you’re almost positive a picture of him would pop up.

Shaking his shoulders forcefully, you call his name, “‘Tsumu! Wake up!” Frowning when he groans, still asleep, you shake harder, “‘Tsumu!”

Half lidded, he mumbles, “What’s goin’ on?” It’s cute, you think. His tousled hair coupled with the hazy look on his face. So cute that your choked-back laughter rises to the surface.

“Uno, babe,” You chuckle, “We’re playing Uno.”

“We’re playin’...” He drawls out, opening his eyes and finally noticing the cards, “Yeah, that’s right…” He says, sitting up in bed and setting one down. His expression is so serious that you burst into a fit of giggles, your face growing hot from the silliness of it all.

“What ‘re ya laughin’ for?” Atsumu pouts, gesturing with his free-hand, brows furrowing, “‘S yer turn now.”

Tears are forming in your eyes now. Wiping them with the sleeve of your shirt, you laugh softly, “We weren’t actually playing Uno. I pranked you.”

You expect him to whine in typical Atsumu manner, but instead, he shakes his head, still focused, “I don’t give a damn if we weren’t playin’ in the first place, we gotta finish.”

Now it’s your turn to be confused. Smiling at him in amusement, you chuckle again, re-explaining yourself, “No– I mean, we were never playing. It’s this trend on TikTok where–”

“‘S still your turn.” He repeats, cutting you off, eyes laser-focused on the game in such a way that you know he’s not letting this slide.

Sighing, you place a card down.

As soon as you do, Atsumu nods, satisfied, then leans back against the headboard, crossing his arms like he’s about to make his next big move.

You can’t help but laugh again. He’s ridiculous.

❀ TSUKISHIMA KEI !

You’re super thorough when setting up the prank, but unfortunately, your boyfriend’s lowkey chronically online so he catches on immediately. He thinks it’s a really stupid joke, but it’s also two in the morning so what does he know.

Crankiest guy ever when woken up, but he loves you, so he tries to be somewhat nice. You are literally the only one who can get away with doing this to him.

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— “Kei,” You say in a hushed tone, hardly able to contain your giggles. Lips quirked up into a sly grin, you tap your boyfriend gently on the shoulder– voice teetering on the edge of a whisper-yell, “C’mon, it’s your turn.”

His eyes flutter open and adjust to the light. He stares at you like you’ve just spoken to him in another language. Too tired to act irritated, but awake enough to know he’s annoyed, he mumbles, “What the fuck are you talking about?”

You gesture for him to look down, and when he notices the cards in his hand, he sighs. Without another word, he tosses them to the side and rolls over in bed, stealing a majority of the covers.

Nudging his back with your foot, you frown, “Don’t ignore me. It’s your turn.”

“No, it’s not,” He mumbles, voice thick with sleep and laced with subtle defiance, “Now go back to sleep.”

“What? But—“

“I’ve seen this trend before,” He cuts you off, sounding much too smug despite being drowsy, “Good try, though.”

Sighing, you start to clean the cards up, mumbling profanities under your breath. You can hear the faintest of snickers coming from his side of the bed.

“It’s not funny!” You pout, glaring at his backside.

“Yes, it is,” He replies, and you can picture the stupid grin on his face as he drifts back into a comfortable slumber, leaving you to stew in your Uno-induced defeat.

❀ AKAASHI KEIJI !

Keiji is a pretty light sleeper so you’re honestly surprised you were even able to set the prank up in the first place. I think it would be funny if you forgot to put his glasses on him so he literally cannot see LMAOOO.

Wakes up panicked because he thinks something bad has happened ;-; He is so sweetie pie…just let him sleep please.

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— “Keiji!” You whisper-shout, poking your boyfriend’s cheek, “Keiji!” 

He wakes immediately to the sound of your apparent distress, his mind instantly alert and anticipating danger. With panicked-filled eyes, he jolts upright, sheets pooling at his waist to reveal his black-shirt-clad frame, “What?” He gasps, gaze falling to you to ensure you’re alright, “What is it?” 

He looks so startled that you almost feel guilty for the prank altogether. 

Almost. 

“Everything’s fine,” You reassure him, barely keeping it together, you gesture to the cards in his hand, “But it’s your turn.” 

Only then does his mind relax enough to notice the Uno cards. His expression morphs from one of panic to embarrassment. 

“I’m sorry, love” He murmurs, rubbing the drowsiness from his eyes. Squinting at the cards, he sighs and lays them face down on the mattress, “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” His voice is soft and apologetic– like he’s let you down in some way.

Okay, now you feel guilty. 

“Can we finish tomorrow?” Keiji asks, “Work’s been tiring from all the deadlines, and I really–”

The words die on his lips when you throw your arms around him and plant a kiss on his cheek. His arms wrap around you instinctively and he returns the kiss, albeit, a little confused, “What was that for?” 

Hugging him tighter, you mumble into his neck, “There was no game, it was a prank. I’m sorry.” 

Relaxing into your embrace, he chuckles, “I thought something was up.” 

“And you went along with it anyways?” You tilt your head, looking at him in amusement, “Why?” 

 “Because I like playing Uno” He smiles, pulling you closer. You can feel the cards press against your body as you lean into him, but you don’t mind. He kisses you on the forehead and looks at you in adoration, “And you.”

❀ KUROO TETSURO !

Kuroo sleeps with his mouth open and has the nastiest case of bedhead you’ve ever seen– which makes it kind of difficult for you to set the prank up without laughing. He also has a silk sleep mask laid over his eyes, and that doesn’t really help your case with being discreet, but you do end of successfully removing it before waking him up so he doesn’t get suspicious.

When he wakes up, he’s confused, but he goes along with it and probably wins because he takes card games very seriously.

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—“Tetsu,” You coo, tapping his arm gently, “Tetsu~” 

“Wha..?” He mumbles, looking at you, disorientated from being woken up so suddenly. His eyes glance from your expectant face down to the cards in his hand, and he wordlessly places a +4 down. 

Trying to contain your laughter, you snicker triumphantly as you place another +4 down in response to his play, irises shining with delight at how easily he’s fallen for your trick. 

He hums thoughtfully at this and you have to hold yourself back from cackling evilly. Your smugness is short-lived; however, when a satisfied look creeps over his face. It’s the kind of look he only gets when he knows he’s about to win. 

A feeling of impending doom washes over you when you realize you forgot to check what cards you gave him. 

“No…” You plead, eyes begging for mercy, “I thought you loved me.” 

“Sorry, babe,” He smiles, a picture of innocence as he places yet another +4 on top of yours, “Love doesn’t matter when it comes to Uno.”

Staring at the stacked cards in horror, you chuckle sheepishly, “You know– it’s late. Let’s just go to bed.” 

“No, no,” He says, grinning widely. For a man who was asleep moments ago, he looks more awake than ever, “I think I’m winning.”

–a/n: I have a WIP of this trend with Shoyo so lmk if you want a part 2 :). rq more characters if you’d like bc idk who else to write abt…

[cherry-hulu]

— Warm welcome

Synopsis: Nothing like a warm welcome for Mingyu after a stressful day at work. Warnings: Ceo!KMG x Sugar baby!reader, cockwarming, somno, lazy sex, belly bulge, unprotected sex, creampie, very brief to barely any mention of sugar baby-ceo sugar daddy trope

The city lights brought luminance to the room, courtesy of the floor to ceiling windows in polar position with the king sized bed.

You lay in bed asleep, sprawled atop the duvet, hair messy, hands to the side, but most important, a night gown on with your pretty bracelet on your wrist, in a side sleeping position putting your ass on perfect display. You weren't under the sheets despite the cold temperature, and that could only mean one thing to Mingyu.

Due to his busy schedule, you'd granted him consent to do whatever he pleases with you wherever and whenever for as long as you show signs of consent— aka the diamond bracelet ge bought for you on your wrist. After all, it is part of your responsibility to him. Well technically.

Mingyu undoes his tie while he walks towards the bed, unbuttoning his white long sleeves as well as the buckles of his pants, then finally pulling his cock out.

Having come home from a stressful day filled with meetings and negotiations, he badly needed this release. He gave himself a few strokes before laying you on your back and lifting your night gown only up till your waist.

Immediately he was graced with the view of your bare ass, spreading it to see your pretty cunt. He leans in and peppers a few kisses along your inner thighs, giving appreciation to you for this moment, climbing up until it reaches your already glistening pussy.

His middle finger makes it's way into your cunt, a smirk etches itself onto his face when he feels you a little loose and mushy. "Such a good girl, prepping herself for me." Mingyu mutters, voice husky and evidently tired.

Pulling his finger out, he places it in his mouth, sucking it clean before taking it out to stroke his dick with his hands. He inches closer to you, knees planted on the bed as slowly taps and drags his dick between your two folds.

Not wanting to wait any longer, Mingyu roughly thrusts in, loving the way your holes takes him seamlessly without any struggle. The hours you spent size training with him bears fruit as you hug his cock perfectly. Loose enough to slide, tight enough to stay.

He moves his hips lazily, hand on your lower belly feeling the protruding bulge formed by his dick in you. Mingyu lays light feather kisses all over your body, from your neck down to your waist while he fucks your hole with a slow pace, careful not to wake you up.

If it had been any day he'd definitely already have you crying and withering underneath him. Instead he savours your warmth and presence, admiring every part of your body and thanking the higher power for your existence.

Always pliant and sweet to him no matter the hour. The thought of having a sugar baby repulsed him at first, opting to have fubus instead, but that feeling quickly went away when he met you.

The perfect balance of fluff and seduction. He loves how thankful you are and how you express your gratitude to him, and the way you always satisfy his wants and needs in a way that no money can ever buy.

A soft whimper pulls him away from his thoughts, grounding him back to face his now. Mingyu quickens his pace, fucking you in a messier way than he previously was. He could feel that he was close, he just needs his release before he could put himself to sleep.

Your mouth parts as heavy pants and sighs makes it's ways out, a soft facial expression displayed. Your body shows no signs of resisting, just taking what he gives.

Mingyu leans his body to yours, cradling your face in his hands before pressing his lips against his forehead as he cums deep inside of you. His way of lulling you back to sleep incase you'd slightly woken.

Picking you up from the bed, your body falls ontop of him, still asleep but evidently more exhausted than before. Mingyu lifts the blanket to get underneath, ensuring that it covers your whole body. All without bothering to pull out of you.

With you laying on top of him, he finally lets himself to sleep having his arms wrapped around you, cock inside you, and remnants of his actions dripping from you.

Not that neither of you minded the possible outcome from it. The penthouse was far too big for just two people anyways.

[solelifauna]

Yandere Batfam & Neglected Reader Prt. 3

Finally getting a tiny bit of Bruce's monologue!! And uh oh, looks like you've gotta clock in!

As the car began to move, you couldn't help but feel a growing sense of panic. The tension in the air was palpable, and you could feel the weight of everyone's gaze on you. You tried your best to focus on anything but the Waynes, your mind desperately attempting to process what just happened in the parking lot. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, staring out the window as the city lights blurred past. It was then that Damian decided to break the awkward silence.

“Father, what is the meaning of bringing her along with us?” Damian spoke curtly, disdain marring his voice when mentioning you.

As much as you disliked him as well, he had a point. Why the hell are you sitting here with them?

Bruce glanced at Damian. Truth be told, he didn't quite know why. While you were his child, one out of the only two biological children he had, he had never really had the time or care to acknowledge you. You coming into his life abruptly disturbed everything, so he paid you no mind. He’ll admit, it wasn't fair of him to do so, but he had bigger things to worry about. He was tired, and a child that wasn't involved with his night business, who did not understand what his life of vigilantism took out of him, would never understand the sacrifices that he's had to make. It wasn't until seeing you on the football field, happy, talking to your friends and acting in a way he'd never seen you do, he'd begun to realize what he missed. 

When did you get so tall? He could have sworn you were no taller than his waist. And when did you join the cheerleading team? And who was that girl throwing her arm around you? Who was that boy? Gods, just how much has he missed? 

But he couldn't say all of that. So instead he just replied, “She's a part of this family, Damian and she needed a ride back home.”

He could feel Cassandra’s knowing stare, she could read him better than anybody and she knew the inner turmoil brewing in his heart. That's coupled with Stephanie’s smirk and Dick’s predatory grin. Jason grunted in response, clearly not pleased with the arrangement. Lastly, he could see the disbelief on your face, as if you couldn't believe you'd even be considered part of this family. And he’s mostly to blame. 

He internally sighed. He'd have to work on that. You were his daughter. His. It was his job to keep you safe and happy. It was his job to make sure you felt loved. And right now? He was no better than Jannet and Jack Drake leaving poor Tim to fend for himself. But that would all soon change, starting with himself and his children.

You on the other hand were still reeling from Bruce’s words. “Family”? Is he fucking kidding or what?

Dick, always the one to break the tension with his charm, spoke up next. "Hey, (Y/n), when did you become a cheerleader? I didn't know you were into that sort of stuff." Dick said with that condescending tone.

Your eyes twitched. You did not like his tone.

“That's none of your business Dick.” You shot back before you could even think.

Everyone looked your way. Whoops, that was your bad. 

It was Jasons turn to get upset, “Watch your fucking mouth.” He growled, ever possessive over his older brother.

You immediately froze up, offering a quick and quiet apology before retreating into your own head. Jason–Jason scared you more than any of the others. You knew about his pit rage, you knew about the bloody and beaten bodies he's left in the wake of his rage. You knew he’d never dream of hurting his family, the pit often aiding in his possessive tendencies over the rest of the bats but– you weren't family. And you'd hate to be on the receiving end of Jason’s wrath.

If anyone had continued talking to you, you wouldn’t know. The sound around you was muffled like your head was filled with cotton and you could feel yourself shaking. You wanted out. Now. Thankfully, the rest of the ride was mostly quiet. Sure, everyone would occasionally turn their eyes towards you, making you shrink further in on yourself, but you were almost at the manor. The vehicle barely came to a stop before you were throwing yourself out the door and into the manor. You bid Alfred a quick “goodbye” and “thank you” before bolting up the stairs and into your room. 

You locked the door, not that anyone would bother coming up to your room, but still it gave you security nonetheless. You stripped and hopped into the shower, the soreness in your body now making itself known. God it was gonna suck tomorrow. Why? Because it was Friday today, that meant tomorrow would be Saturday, and that meant that you'd have to go to work at the ass crack of dawn, 5 am. Plus, you didn't even have your bike, so you’d have to rely on Alfred to take you and bring you back. Great.

So with a heavy heart and heavy limbs, you tucked yourself into bed ready for the worst sleep of your life. 

You wake up to the grating sound of your iphone alarm, as you groggily get up to brush your teeth, shower and get ready for the long day ahead. Making your way down for a cup of coffee, sleep still in your eyes, you fail to notice the looming figure of Tim Drake already sipping his own coffee. It was dark downstairs and you were still fighting off exhaustion from the day before, so who could blame you for not seeing the corner of the cabinet. Before you knew it, you were hunched over on the floor grabbing your pinkie toe in pain. 

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, that hurt! Holy shit, kill yourself, kill yourself! Who the fuck puts a cabinet there, oh my god.” You wailed in pain, cursing at the damn cabinet. You’d blame it on delirium and exhaustion. Honestly, it was an expected crashout.

You laid pathetically on the floor for a couple of more seconds before you heard a monotone, disinterested voice make itself known.

“Are you done now?” Tim says from behind you.

You yelp in surprise, before clumsily scrambling up and turning around. And there he was, sitting at the counter, coffee in hand and an almost (dare you say) amused look on his face. You blanche. Shit, how long has he been sitting there? Oh god, please don't say he’s witnessed the entirety of your embarrassing crashout? 

And as if reading your mind, he cryptically answers, “Yes, I've been here this entire time.” All while sipping his coffee as his calculating eyes scarily bore into your figure.

You don't know what to say, embarrassed out of your mind, so you just apologize. 

“Right–um, sorry about that. I’m just tryna get some coffee. I'll be out your way.” You hastily say before turning, tail tucked back towards the coffee pot. 

You could still feel the weight of Tim’s stare on you but you're too tired and embarrassed to care. You pour yourself a big cup of straight up black coffee and proceed to chug it while walking towards the sink. After finishing it, you proceeded to gag for a few seconds, the bitter taste still permeating your mouth. God you hated the taste of black coffee, but you’d do whatever it takes to not fall asleep on the job. You discard your cup into the sink before you decide to find Alfred, it was 4:37 am and you needed to clock in by 5:00 am or else your ass was grass. You conveniently ignore Tim who has watched all of your misfortune happen this morning. He doesn't say anything when you leave the dining/kitchen area, just eerily watches. 

God, he made you nervous.

Anyways, your quest to find Alfred was short lived as he seemingly appeared out of nowhere, Damian in tow (you could feel the scar on your face burning). Great, was everyone up at this ungodly hour or was it just them two? You avoided the heat of Damian’s glare as you relayed to Alfred your predicament, apologizing profusely since you did ask him last minute. He simply smiled at you, letting you know that “it is never a hindrance when you need something Master (Y/n).” You smiled back in relief, thanking him once more as Alfred got ready to drop you off.

But of course, Damian just had to break the silence. 

“What could you possibly need to do at this hour? Alfred has better things to do other than encouraging your galavanting.” Damian spoke sharply.

You just sighed, “Not that it's any of your business, but I have work.”You don't offer any more information as your hand unknowingly caresses the scarred tissue on your face. 

Damian’s eyes draw to your face at the movement, seemingly fixated on the scar he left on you. He doesn’t think much of it, but sometimes, something green and dangerous purrs inside of him. Yes, his mark. It was his mark on your face. As much as he hated you, you were his only other blood-sibling no matter how weak and useless you were. He had bested you, and usually would pay you no mind, you knew your place and would typically remain docile. But recently you’ve been showing a new abrasive side, one he is not particularly fond of.

He’d have to talk to father about it.

Silence permeates the air as he doesnt bother to dignify your disrespect with a response. You’re saved when Alfred comes back with keys, both you and him rushing to whatever vehicle he's pulled out from the large, large selection of coveted cars Bruce owns. Looks like it's a BMW today. You practically throw yourself in, as Alfred speeds away to the cafe you work at. You arrive at work in record speed, bidding Alfred a “goodbye” before rushing to throw your apron on and clock in. 

You’re greeted by the one other person working your shift, Matheo. He’s a sweet boy, very soft-spoken and mostly sticks in the back near the kitchen to bake the pastries while you work the register. Of course he comes and helps with drink orders when it's particularly busy, he’s too kind to leave you to fend for yourself. Regardless, you have a pretty straight forward agreement, which is what spells your doom. It was a regular Saturday shift, with the pilate moms coming in, middle schoolers loitering, and the occasional customer with an attitude. Everything was fine and dandy till three familiar faces walk in.

You were ever the busy body, finishing one last drink before yelling out a quick “I’ll help y’all shortly!”, to whoever just walked in. You quickly rush over to the register, not even bothering to look up from the register.

“Sorry ‘bout the wait! Now what can I get you?” You said in your regular customer service voice.

“Well, well, well, turns out you were right Dami, she does work here.” A chillingly familiar voice jests.

You freeze, slowly looking up only to be met with Dick smiling at you. It was not a kind smile, no, there was something dangerous about it. Behind him, you could see the familiar figures of Cassandra and Damian. What the hell are they doing here? God, you should have never mentioned anything to Damian, now you had to deal with this.

“R–right, what can I get you?” You shakily say, putting back on your customer service persona. 

Dick’s smile grows, his teeth now visible, almost as if he was baring his teeth. Danger. Something inside you screamed.

“I’ll just have a vanilla cold brew, extra cold foam. Dami, Cass, what do you want?” Dick grinns.

“Tch, I don't want anything from this place.” Damian says, uninterested.

“Cass?” Dick asks, looking at her.

She comes up to the register, giving Dick a one-off-glance. Worryingly, her eyes seem to be fixated on you. She doesn't say anything for a few seconds, holding immensely uncomfortable eye contact with you before relaying her order.

“Just a caramel latte.” Cass says, still looking down at you.

You frantically fill in their orders on the register.

“Will that be all?” You ask. You hoped that was all, you didn't want them spending another minute talking to you.

Dick says a quick cheerful “no” before you ring them up and get started with the two drinks. It doesn't take too much time before you’re calling out their names to come get their drinks. You hope they leave right after. But of course, nothing goes according to your wishes as they grab their drinks and seat themselves at a table. Great.

The minutes after result in further disaster. After a couple of more customers, a lady comes up to you, face already molded into a scowl with a half empty drink in her hand. Oh great, a “karen”.

“Hello ma’am, how can I help you?” You kindly say.

“You! I need a refund. Right. Now!” The lady booms, wagging her finger in your face.

“A refund, right, is there a reason you’re requesting a refund?” 

“A reason!? You made my drink wrong and I want my money back!”

“Please correct me if i'm wrong, but I believe you ordered a double mocha cappuccino, correct?” You ask slowly.

“Yes, that's what I ordered! Why are you asking me all these questions?!”

“Sorry ma’am, but that is the drink I gave you. Is there something specifically wrong with the drink?”

“The drink that you gave me is wrong, you made it wrong! It doesn't taste anything like regular coffee!”

“Oh, well sometimes different cafes use different recipes for the same drink, i think maybe that's why–”

“–Well I don't care! I want a refund!”

You could feel eyes on you as the other patrons start to notice the commotion brewing.

“Ma’am, i'm so sorry but i can't give you a refund, you’ve already drank half the drink. If you would have let me know sooner, I could've remade it for you, but–I'm sorry ma’am I can't give you that refund.”

“Are you serious! Why I never!? It's always bitches like you who try scamming people out of their money!”

“Ma'am, I'm really sorry, it's the company policy. I just work here–” You gently say, trying to calm her down.

“–Go to hell you bitch!” Is all you hear before you’re doused in the face with warm coffee. 

You just stand there is shock, blinking through the coffee. There's no way that just happened. Theo, comes out having heard the commotion (albeit a little too late), only to be met with the sight of you covered in coffee.

“Oh my gosh (Y/n)! I should have come sooner, are you okay?”

“Peachy.” You say, voice audibly watery and cracking.

“I'll take care of everything up here, you go take some time in the back. Clean up or honestly if you don't feel like it, just rest in the back–”

“–It's okay Theo, I–I just need a couple of minutes. I'm fine.”

He gives you a quizzical stare.

“I'm fine. I promise.” You smile, although you could feel your eyes starting to water. 

You hastily walk off to the break room and proceed to cry for a good 2 minutes before deciding to start cleaning yourself up. You do your best to get the coffee that's dried into hair out while wiping down your now sicky arms and face. Changing your apron gets rid of most of the mess, but your shirt underneath still has a couple of large patches of coffee. Sighing, you tidy yourself up as much as possible before heading back to the counter, Theo worriedly waiting for you. You just shoot him a thumbs up and let him know that it’s okay for him to retreat back to the kitchen; he lingers for a moment, hesitant to leave you alone, but drudges back regardless.

There are eyes on you. You look up perturbed, only to find Dick, Cass, and Damian still sitting at their table, sharp stares pinned on your figure. They saw all that happen, didn't they? You mentally cringed. 

Checking your watch, you realize that there are still four more hours left on your shift. Great, that's great–just another four more hours, which is technically thirty minutes eight times, which is technically fifteen minutes sixteen times–and you’ve lost it. Jesus you were losing your mind, which was understandable (honestly you're surprised it hasn't happened sooner) during one of the worst shifts of your life.

It’s fine. You got this. Just four more hours, and you can have your “Mental Breakdown Part Ⅱ™”.

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[l1tw1ck]

bottom!ftm!yandere!stepson x top!male!stepdad reader

AFAB Language Used

CW: Non-Con, Stepcest, Obsession, Drugging, Daddy Kink, Pregnancy Mention, Baby Trapping

Ever since you moved in, your stepson couldn't help but fall in love with you. He adores you and hangs onto every word you say. He wishes you loved him instead of his dad. He knows you would prefer him if you just gave him a chance. He's tried so many times to seduce you and get you to fall for him but you never seem to realize his intentions. He got tired of it and extremely impatient so he decided to take a not so great route to make you his.

~~~

You wake up in a dimly lit room tied to a chair. You're naked. In front of you is your...also naked stepson. He grins when he notices you're awake. He climbs onto your lap, avoiding your hard length. "good morning, daddy." He looks at you demurely. You look at him weirdly, dealing with the after effects of whatever drug he used on you. He takes your hands and brings them to his chest. You squish his plush breasts, earning a soft moan from him. You rub your thumbs against his nipples, happy to play with his chest. He rubs his t-dick against your cock. "d'you like my tits, daddy?" He asks sweetly. You make a noise that means "yes". You're too drugged to realize the situation you're in and too focused on his chest to speak. He blushes in response. "you can touch them whenever you want.." He brings his hand down to touch your length. "do you wanna fuck me too?" He asks. Ironic that he's asking for consent in a situation like this. You nod. He lifts himself up and lowers himself down onto your cock, biting his lip and grinning with pleasure as you stretch out his previously virgin pussy.

~

He bounces happily on your cock, overjoyed that you "accepted" his love. He notices your expression. "Are you gonna come?" He asks, grinning even wider. "Gonna- gonna come inside and knock me up, Daddy?" He moves faster. You nod and grab his hips, making him ride you at the pace you decided for him. He lets you do it, his grin somehow growing even wider as you slow down. You stop completely, pumping your load into his cunt. He giggles softly, tracing his stomach with his finger. Now you can't leave him.

[xiaq]

I want an AU where Steve is a werewolf and Eddie is a vampire except neither of them know about the other.

Eddie is the frontman of an up and coming band, but he's left his coven and surrounded himself with humans. They perform after sunset anyway so it's easy enough for him to hide his nature.

Steve has similarly left his toxic family pack and built his own pseudo-pack through the kids. He works as a park ranger. Or an ornithologist. Or something else nature-y/nerdy. But no one knows about his furry little secret.

Maybe Steve ends up attending a concert with one of the kids who has VIP passes and Eddie zeros in on Steve immediately at the meet and greet because he's pretty and preppy and delightfully out of place and also he smells good. And Steve is having similar thoughts, but he tries to play it off because there's no way an honest to god rock star would be interested in him and his polo and his boat shoes (also his hearing is temporarily fucked from the concert, so he doesn't register Eddie's lack of heartbeat).

After some light flirting, Eddie invites Steve back to his hotel and Steve is like, you know what? Yes. I am going to have a one night stand with the gorgeous front man of a metal band and I'll probably fall a little in love with him by the end of the night and it will break my heart when he kicks me out in the morning, but it will be an experience. Let me go drop off my kids and I'll be right back.

Except what he doesn't know is Eddie is planning to have a little snack while they're in the throes of passion––not enough to hurt Steve or anything, just enough that he'll have a pleasurable blackout and wake up tired but sated.

The only problem is that neck-biting (that breaks the skin) for wolves is the equivalent of marriage.

So when Eddie bites Steve, instead of a venom-drunk human, peacefully slipping into sleep in his arms, he gets a very horny, very confused, werewolf who is now insisting that they're married.

I can't decide if it would be funnier if Wolves/Vampires didn't know about each other, Ie:

"You're a Werewolf?" Eddie says, "What do you mean you're a werewolf? Werewolves exist? No. Shut up. Prove it."

And:

"Holy shit. A vampire. Vampires are real," Steve reaches for Eddie's face and Eddie is so baffled by the everything of this situation that he lets Steve pinch Eddie's top lip and peel it up off his fangs for a mortifyingly long moment. Eddie draws the line when he starts poking at Eddie's incisors, though.

"Why do I feel funny?" Steve mutters. "Will your venom kill me?"

"How should I know," Eddie hisses, only a little hysterical, "I didn't know wolves existed until two minutes ago, I've never bitten a wolf before."

"And you won't be biting any others, mister. Infidelity is not ok."

The other option is that wolves and vamps DO know about each other but stay so isolated in their covens and packs (and loners are super unusual) that they never interact. So Steve and Eddie are both like, dang, I'd been raised to think all of your kind were smelly/ugly/gross, but you uh, don't fit into that box at all. Weird.

Regardless, Steve (still naked, probably) crosses his arms all huffy, like, "well, we're married now, you're not going to bite me and then cast me aside like some harlot," and Eddie is like "...I'm weirdly ok with this, actually. No arguments here." And eventually they live happily ever after.

[luveline]

hi honey bun! i was just having a thought about someone coming home after a night out, a little drunk and sleepy, just crawling into bed with the reader? n maybe trying not to wake her w cuddling and such? 🥺 im so indecisive and couldn’t choose between peter or one/poly marauders, but please also feel free to disregard if it’s not the one for you! kisses xx

Sirius tries to tell them to be quiet, but James is so drunk he’s going to wake up amnesiac and Remus isn’t far behind him. Sirius has a kinder buzz, opening and then closing the door for his idiots begrudgingly. “Shush. You’ll wake her.” 

“She should be awake I miss her so much I’m gonna throw up,” James says, all in one breath. 

“That might be the Guinness,” Remus laughs. His cheeks have gone pink. Sirius thinks it’s the cutest Remus has ever looked, and he gives him an affectionate smile that’s returned tenfold. 

“Be quiet,” Sirius says. A yawn comes suddenly. “Go sit down and have some toast or something.” 

“I definitely will throw up then,” James groans, bending over in the middle of the hallway. 

Remus, despite being similarly belligerent, starts doting on him. “You okay?” he asks, bending down with a similar sigh of pain. “Come on. I’ll make you a– a glass of water.” 

Sirius has spent the night with them, so he loves them, but he misses you too much to stay. He chucks his shoes vaguely in the direction of the shelf and starts up stairs. The walls move under his hand and the bedroom door proves hard to open, but he sees you and forgets that he’s drunk. You’re laying on your side curled into a pillow, arm curled around, one leg sticking out of the quilt. 

Sirius pulls the blanket back gently, remembers he’s wearing jeans, changes out of the jeans, and slides into bed in front of you. He slowly, slowly, pulls the pillow from your arms, wrapping his arm under yours and behind your back, the other just shy of your face. Beautiful girl, he thinks, a little woozy from having suddenly changed directions. 

You mumble and hug him weakly, fingertips tickling his side. 

“For fuck’s sake!” James says somewhere downstairs. “What is this?” 

“Water, Jamie,” Remus says, quieter. “You can’t have anything else, don’t be–” A sound and a laugh. “No, kissing me won’t change my mind.” More laughing. 

Sirius tugs your hand up to smile into your palm. 

“Home?” you mumble. 

“Mm,” he hums, eyes closed and heavy but his arm awake behind your back, pulling you closer to his front. “I told them to be quiet… didn’t listen.”

“You…” you’re still stuck in the throes of sleep, and forget you’re talking. Sirius laughs a huff and you blink. “Okay?” 

“Yeah. Everything was okay. Next time I’ll stay home with you,” he promises, rubbing his nose into your cheek. 

“I liked being alone for a bit, but… missed you in the end.” 

Footsteps start up the stairs. “Sorry for waking you up,” Sirius says. 

“S’okay. Make them be nice to me.” 

That’s easy. As the door begins to open, Sirius pulls you right into his chest, as close as you can possibly be, and shushes you gently. Remus’ laughing swiftly ends, and James says, “Oh no, what’s wrong?” in his softest tone. 

James climbs over the bed still in his shoes. Remus grabs him before they can touch the sheets and takes them off, and then James crawls up behind you and hugs you, Sirius’ arms included. “Hi… my angel.” 

You ignore him with a disgruntled whine. 

“Sorry we were so loud.” 

You whine again. 

“Do you want Remus instead?” 

“No. I don’t not want Remus,” you clarify. “I’m not mad at you. Stay here.” 

Remus falls rather drunkenly in behind Sirius, forcing everyone to move over. You look for him in the tangle of arms and blankets, everyone Sirius loves rammed into one bed and exhausted. 

“Is anyone in the mood for a kiss?” James asks.

“Too tired,” you mumble. 

“Too far away. Make it up to you in the morning,” Remus says into Sirius's shoulder. Sirius is having a hard time following the conversation, distracted by the smell of your perfume and all the skin pressed to his. 

James sighs forlornly. “Fine.” A pause. “Sirius?” 

He snores. 

[elllisaaa]

ateez when their s/o gives them cutness aggression

-> words count : 963 words

-> genre : fluff

-> sorry if I made any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated !

-> author's note : @mjilv gave me the idea of doing an ateez version so here it is ! hope you'll like it !

-> masterlist | ateez masterlist

svt version | ateez version

KIM HONGJOONG

cause of the aggression : hongjoong coming home very sleepy after a long day working at the studio.

actually, it’s more the way he latches on you as soon as he spots you that melts your heart.

you immediately wrap your arms around him and bury your nose in his hair, then you leave a string of kisses on the crown of his head. 

even after so many hours working, he still smells so good and you’re a little jealous. 

and hongjoong is too tired to try and stop you from doing your thing, on the contrary, he relaxes even more in your embrace, quietly humming in satisfaction.

“how was your day joongie ?”

“so much better now that I’m with you.”

PARK SEONGHWA

cause of the aggression : seonghwa proudly showing off the new lego set he just built. 

you had always thought that your boyfriend’s passion for lego was endearing, but the way he always seeks out your approval on everything he adds to his collection makes you want to keep him with you forever. 

so instead of paying attention to the piece in his hands, you squish his cheeks and kiss his lips repeatedly instead. 

seonghwa whines a few times, asking you what you are doing but honestly, he loves the affection so he quickly shuts up.

“now, what were you saying, baby ?”

“i’m not sure i wanna talk about legos now. can you kiss me again instead ?”

JEONG YUNHO

cause of the aggression : you know the golden retriever energy he has ? yeah, that is enough.

because why does his whole face light up when he finds you in the cereal aisle at the grocery store, showing off the new ice cream flavors he’s been wanting to try. 

and you don’t care that you’re in public because you just need to show him that you love him.

so you grab his arm and stand on your tippy toes to be able to kiss his cheeks as many times as you want.

and yunho’s giggles as you do it don’t help calm you down.

“what was that for ?”

“don’t act like you don’t know how cute you are, jeong yunho.”

KANG YEOSANG

cause of the aggression : you know the way he’s looking above himself sometimes ? that is literally the cutest thing ever wtf ???

so when you pass behind the couch and your boyfriend does that, you cannot help the urge to bend down and leave a trail of kisses along his forehead.

yeosang sometimes doesn’t understand you, but he loves your kisses so he lets you do your thing. 

when you finally let him go, you notice his red ears, and you chuckle lightly before giving him a real kiss on the lips.

“i’m never getting used to this.”

“good, i want you to be surprised everytime i come out of nowhere to give you affection.”

CHOI SAN

cause of the aggression : san pouting at you because you don’t want to sleep with him due to the unbearable heat of the summer. 

you were already sweating like crazy, and you didn’t want to wake up in the middle of the night all sticky because your boyfriend wasn’t able to keep his hands off of you.

but the way he was pleading you with his whole face was too cute to ignore. 

so you simply sighed as you settled in his arms again and went to kiss his pouty lips. and as soon as you were done with your attack, san was all smiley again.

“you’re such a child.”

“maybe, but you love me.”

SONG MINGI

cause of the aggression : his big smile, the one that makes me want to kill myself because he’s too fucking pretty for this world. 

when he’s smiling like that, it’s already hard to manage, but when that smile is directed at you, it’s impossible to pass on the opportunity to kiss his whole face.

so you don’t hesitate to cup his face in your hands and press your lips against every inch of his skin.

and his smile doesn’t leave him as you go on, his own hands going down to grab your waist.

as soon as you’re done, he’s pressing a kiss to your own lips, and his eyes are filled with love.

“i really don’t deserve you.”

“you do mingi, you deserve the world.”

JUNG WOOYOUNG

cause of the aggression : we all know how cute he is when he’s taking care of kids so seeing him be all lovey dovey with your little cousins makes your heart flutter. 

as soon as wooyoung said his goodbyes to the little girl because you had to go, you’re all over him.

he doesn’t understand what’s happening, and he’s whiny at the beginning, trying to push you off of him.

but he progressively gives up on his plan and simply lets you do your thing. 

and when you finally let him go - and breathe some fresh air - he cannot hide his cheeky smile.

“something’s wrong with you, i swear.”

“as if you’re not just as crazy !”

CHOI JONGHO

cause of the aggression : once again, the smile. like, his big gummy smile… killing myself again.

no but how can you resist him when he’s smiling at you like that ?? you can’t ! 

so even if he didn’t ask for this, you kiss his face as many times as you can before jongho starts to protest. 

but both of you know that it’s only to try and keep his composure, because he loves it when you’re showering him with your love like that.

but he has a reputation to hold (he has none but you let him believe it because he’s cute).

“all of that just because of my smile ?”

“don’t play dumb ! you know very well how weak i am !”

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When He's Tired

♡ Genre: Hurt/comfort (extreme emphasis on comfort), fluff ♡ Pairing: Bakugou x Reader ♡ Tags: Aged up, established relationships

You were Bakugou's personal stress ball. After a long, bad day, Bakugou would come home and immediately hold you in his arms, squeezing you while complaining about all his troubles.

The irritated expression on his face would relax as you cuddled into him. Bakugou would tell you all about his day, cursing every single person who bothered him recently. You listened with rapt attention, nodding your head against his thick chest and occasionally mumbling sympathies.

Sometimes you or Bakugou would doze off partway through. You tried to remain awake until he got most of his complaints out of the way, otherwise you'd offer to hear his vents more later. On the other hand, Bakugou would make it obvious when he dozed off due to him no longer being able to speak, as he lazily rested his head against yours.

Afterwards, you two would usually wake up to find yourselves lying down on the couch, still wrapped around each other. If Bakugou's day was really bad, he'd immediately pick up where he left off and continue complaining. If it wasn't, he'd offer to hear about your day instead. And if your day was half as bad as Bakugou's, you'd never let him leave the couch until you were finished.

His lips would curl into a wider and wider grin as you grew more frustrated by merely recounting the terrible memories. He loved seeing you get those worries off your chest, because he knew how refreshing it would feel.

And if either of you ever revealed somebody was really fucking with your life, both of you would team up to take this person down. The sight would be terrifying to behold. But this would only occur after you two were finally done talking (and more importantly, napping).

(A couple of people mentioned they don't mind more sleepy stories so here's another sleepy story, technically)