#saying “hes still sleeping” in the softest voice like okay

[sturnlace]

just one more - matt sturniolo

saying goodnight should be easy, but matt makes it impossible—especially when he keeps asking for just one more kiss. fluff, excessive kissing, playful teasing, soft and clingy matt

it starts with one kiss.

soft, slow, and lingering, like he’s trying to make it last forever. his hands rest gently on your waist, fingers barely pressing into the fabric of your (his) hoodie, warm against your skin. he hums contentedly as his lips move lazily against yours, not in any rush, like he has all the time in the world.

when he finally pulls back, you take a second to catch your breath, eyes fluttering open to find him already watching you with that familiar, love-struck look in his eyes.

you’re both already in bed, tangled together beneath the blankets, the room dimly lit by the soft glow of the lamp on your nightstand. it’s late, and exhaustion is settling into your bones, making your limbs feel heavy and warm.

"i’m tired," you murmur, resting a hand on his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing beneath your fingertips.

matt doesn’t move.

instead, he leans back in, his nose brushing against yours as he presses another kiss to your lips, then another, and another. each one is softer than the last, like he’s memorizing the way you feel, the way you taste, the way your lips part so easily for him every time.

"just one more," he whispers between kisses.

you let out a small laugh, pulling back just enough to look at him properly. "you said that twenty kisses ago."

he grins, unapologetic. "okay, but i mean it this time."

you arch an eyebrow, unconvinced. "do you?"

he hesitates for a second, his lips twitching like he’s fighting back a smile. "no," he admits, then kisses you again before you can call him out for it.

you try to act annoyed, but it’s hard when he’s kissing you like this, so soft and sweet, like he never wants to stop. his hands tighten around your waist, pulling you even closer, and you melt into him like you always do.

"matt," you sigh against his lips. "i’m really sleepy."

"mm, i know," he mumbles, but he doesn’t let go. instead, he trails his lips along your jaw, down to the curve of your neck, pressing feather-light kisses against your skin. "just… one more."

you shiver at the feeling, your hands instinctively gripping the fabric of his hoodie. "you’re ridiculous."

"you love it," he says, voice muffled as he buries his face against your shoulder.

you roll your eyes, but there’s no real annoyance behind it. "maybe."

he smiles against your skin, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze. his hands slide up your sides, his thumbs brushing gentle circles against your ribs. "so… one more?"

"matt," you groan, trying to sound stern, but your resolve is already crumbling.

he tilts his head, giving you the softest, most pleading look. "please?"

and how are you supposed to say no to that?

you sigh, feigning exasperation. "fine. but after that, we’re going to sleep."

"yeah, yeah," he mumbles, already leaning in.

except one more turns into two. then three. then four.

because matt is impossible. and you love it.

but at some point, exhaustion starts to creep in. you feel it in the way your eyelids grow heavier, in the way your body relaxes more against him, in the way your head naturally tilts into the crook of his neck. matt notices immediately, his hands stilling on your waist as he glances down at you.

"tired?" he asks softly, his voice quieter now, gentler.

you nod, your words slurring slightly as you mumble, "you wore me out with all your 'just one more' kisses."

he chuckles, pressing a final, lingering kiss to your temple. "sorry, baby."

"no, you’re not," you say sleepily.

he grins, adjusting his hold on you. "okay, maybe not. but you still love me."

"unfortunately," you tease, but the warmth in your voice gives you away.

he hums, pulling the blanket up over both of you before wrapping his arms around you again. his body is warm, solid, comforting, and the steady rhythm of his breathing is already lulling you to sleep.

"goodnight, baby," he whispers, pressing one last kiss to your forehead.

you hum softly in response, too tired to say anything else.

and just before sleep fully takes over, you feel him press one last kiss to your shoulder.

because he really is impossible.

and you really, really love it.

[sapitties]

so much I can say about this clip I feel like I'm gonna explode

[loafysainz]

TAKE US DADDY | LN 4

lando norris!dad x mom!reader

warn: fluffffffffff

this story is actually a the sequel of the story Don't Go Daddy.

Lando was already dressed, bag packed, and his car waiting outside, but he refused to leave without saying goodbye properly. The past weeks, Noah and Leo had been ridiculously clingy—like little koalas attached to his legs. If he left without waking them up, there was no doubt they’d wake up in tears, wailing for him. But now, as he stood in their dimly lit rooms, watching their peaceful faces, he felt his resolve weaken.

First, he crouched beside Noah’s bed, gently brushing the messy curls from his forehead. "Noah, buddy, wake up," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.

Noah stirred slightly, brows furrowing, but he just whined and buried his face deeper into his pillow.

Lando chuckled. "C’mon, mate. You gotta say bye to me properly."

Noah let out a grumpy hum, eyes still shut, and when Lando wrapped an arm around him, the little boy automatically snuggled closer. Instead of waking up, though, he just sighed contentedly and went back to sleep.

"Oh, c’mon," Lando groaned playfully. "You little traitor."

He peppered kisses all over Noah’s forehead, cheeks, nose—wherever he could reach. Noah squirmed, whining in protest, but didn’t actually push him away. Lando figured that was a win.

Noah let out the smallest, sleepiest hum before finally cracking his eyes open. “Daddy?” His voice was thick with sleep, and instead of getting up, he immediately rolled into Lando’s chest, snuggling into his warmth.

Lando chuckled, running a hand down his little back. “Sleepyhead,” he murmured, hugging him tight.

Noah only made a small, content noise before—just like that—falling back asleep in his arms. Lando sighed, completely torn between waking him up properly or just letting him be. In the end, he settled for placing a few more kisses all over Noah’s chubby cheeks, whispering, “Daddy’s going to work now, okay? Be good, take care of Mommy and Leo. Daddy loves you, Noah.”

Noah barely reacted, just wriggled a little before letting out the softest, tiniest sigh. His little lips were pouty, his face smushed into the pillow, and Lando had to physically stop himself from squeezing the life out of him. Instead, he pressed one last lingering kiss to his forehead and reluctantly stepped away.

Now moving to his next target.

Leo.

Leo was in the exact same position Lando had left him in last night. His little troublemaker was sprawled out in his bed, mouth slightly open, chubby cheeks flushed, and one hand clutching his tiny stuffed lion. Lando leaned in and peppered kisses all over Leo’s chubby cheeks, then nuzzled into his neck playfully.

Leo stirred, stretching like a tiny cat before blinking up at him with the sleepiest, happiest smile. His eyes weren’t even fully open yet, but his little teeth peeked through, all bright and shiny.

“Daddy…” he mumbled sleepily, reaching out with tiny hands. Lando immediately scooped him into a warm hug.

"Yeah, bud?" Lando grinned, rubbing his back.

Leo let out a deep sigh, still not fully awake. "Can I hug you… for one hour?"

Lando blinked. Oh, come on. That’s not fair.

"One hour? That’s it?" Lando teased, rocking him slightly. "What if I wanna hug you forever, huh?"

Leo hummed in thought for approximately two seconds before going, "No, no."

Lando burst out laughing. "Alright, then. One hour it is."

But literally two minutes later, Leo wiggled out of the hug, pressing his tiny hands against Lando’s chest. “Okay, Daddy. it’s been one hour!”

Lando cracked up. “That was NOT an hour, little scammer.”

Leo just grinned sleepily, dimples showing, and Lando swore his heart was going to burst. He gave him a few more smooches, leaving his cheeks all rosy before tucking him back under the blanket.

“Daddy loves you, Leo.”

And with that, he finally left the room.

****

Finally, he made his way to Y/N. She was awake, all soft and warm-looking in bed, watching him with that unreal, angelic face of hers. Lando sighed dramatically. “You sure you don’t want to come with me? Just pack up the kids and go?”

Y/N shook her head, smiling softly. “They have school, Lando.”

Lando groaned, flopping onto the bed beside her. “They’re literally babies. They don’t need school.”

She rolled her eyes playfully, reaching out to fix the collar of his hoodie. "They’ll be okay, you know."

Lando let out a breath. "I know. It’s just… they’ve been so clingy lately. What if they freak out when I’m gone?"

Y/N smiled softly. "They’ll be okay. And if they do get upset, we’ll figure it out, yeah?"

Lando just stared at her for a second, completely mesmerized. "You know you’re really pretty, right?"

Before she could respond, he leaned in and kissed her, deep and slow, like he was trying to make it last. Like he didn’t want to leave at all.

And honestly? He really, really didn’t.

But work was work.

So, he pulled away, kissed her forehead, and finally—finally—headed out the door.

****

The kitchen was filled with the comforting aroma of a homemade meal as Y/N stirred the pot, humming softly to herself. The warm atmosphere was suddenly interrupted by the unmistakable sound of tiny feet running down the stairs—fast, urgent, and filled with distress.

“Mommy!!” Noah’s voice cracked as he ran straight into the kitchen, his little brother Leo right behind him, his chubby cheeks already stained with tears.

Y/N barely had time to turn around before Noah wrapped his arms around her legs, his tiny frame shaking. Leo, slightly slower but just as upset, clung onto her other legs with a whimper.

Their lower lips trembled as they still clung to their mom legs, searching for something—or rather, someone.

“Where’s Daddy?” Noah sniffled, wiping at his eyes with tiny fists.

Y/N’s heart squeezed at the sight of them. “Daddy’s at work, love. He left this morning, remember?”

“We want Daddy!”

Leo nodded furiously, his bottom lip trembling. “We wanna go wif Daddy…”

Y/N softened instantly, brushing their curls back gently. “Oh, sweetheart. Daddy’s working, and you guys have to go to school. Remember?”

“But we wanna see him!” Noah insisted, his voice breaking with a hiccup. “We wanna go wif him! We wanna see Daddy work! Please, Mommy!” Now both of them were crying—hiccuping, sniffling, noses all red and runny.

“Oh, baby, don’t cry—Daddy will come home soon.”

“NOOOOOOO,” they both wailed in unison. “WANNA SEE DADDY NOW!”

Y/N exhaled, biting back a fond smile. “Okay, okay—let’s call him, okay?”

The second those words left Y/N’s mouth, both of them perked up just a little, their cries reducing to sniffles as they nodded frantically. Y/N grabbed their phone and pressed Lando’s contact. Within seconds, the call connected, and his face popped up on the screen.

“Hey, love—”

Before he could finish, Noah and Leo started sobbing all over again. “DADDY!!!”

“Whoa—what happened? Why are my two little spider-man crying?”

Noah and Leo immediately scrambled to get closer to the screen. “DADDY!!!” They wailed in unison, tears streaming down their flushed cheeks.

“Oh no, what’s wrong, buddies?” Lando frowned, clearly distressed.

“We wanna go wif youuu!” Leo sobbed, pressing his face against the phone screen as if he could somehow teleport to his father’s side.

“Wanna see you nowwww,” Noah hiccupped, face all scrunched up as more tears streamed down his cheeks.

Lando’s brows knitted together, his lips forming a little pout. “Oh, my babies… I miss you so much too. But I’ll be home soon, yeah?”

“NOOOO!”

At this point, their crying was getting dramatic—shoulders shaking, little gasps in between sobs, faces all blotchy and red. Y/N could hear a few people in the background of Lando’s call chuckling softly, obviously overhearing the whole scene.

Lando looked wrecked. Like, visibly about to drop everything and fly back home. Y/N met his eyes through the screen, and in that moment, they both knew—there was no way they could just let the boys cry like this.

Y/N sighed, already knowing where this was going. "Lando, should we just—"

"Yes. Absolutely yes. Bring them here. I don’t care how, just—just get here."

And that’s how, just a few hours later, Daddy wouldn’t have to miss his boys for long—because now the boys were running straight into their daddy’s arms, giggling through the very same tears they had shed that morning.

[dreamdragonkadia]

I like naps with Percy, that might be my one personality trait now. p.jackson x reader

It happened again.

You weren’t even surprised at this point.

No matter how many times you told yourself you’d sleep in your own cabin, maybe curl up under a tree, or even find a spot by the lake, you always, always ended up right back here—buried in soft sheets that still carried his warmth, wrapped in the scent of sea salt and summer storms.

Poseidon hadn’t banned you from Cabin Three yet, which was nothing short of divine intervention. You were convinced the god had to know by now, had to have looked down at least once to find you curled up in his son’s bed like you belonged there. Maybe he was entertained. Maybe he didn’t care. Or maybe he had bigger problems to deal with than his son’s significant other making themselves at home in his temple of a cabin.

It was so easy to drift here. The sound of waves just outside, the distant echo of water lapping against the shore, the rhythmic push and pull of the tide—it all wrapped around you, lulling you into that perfect state of almost-asleep, where reality blurred at the edges and you felt like you could float away.

You’d already woken up twice.

Both times, you had every intention of actually getting out of bed. You’d even made it as far as pushing the blankets down, wiggling your toes, thinking about what you were going to do next. But then the pull of sleep had dragged you back under, his scent wrapping around you like a tide dragging you out to sea.

Maybe just five more minutes.

You weren’t asleep—not really. But you weren’t awake either. You hovered in that in-between, listening to the distant chatter of camp outside, the occasional singing of birds, the calls of demigods training. You wondered, vaguely, if you should be doing something right now.

Then came the softest chuckle.

You stirred, blinking blearily, and those damn sea-green eyes were the first thing you saw.

Percy was perched on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, watching you with that lopsided grin that made your heart do annoying things inside your chest. His hair was slightly damp, the ends curling slightly, like he’d just finished sparring or maybe finished up with a shower.

"Hi, Handsome," you murmured, your voice still thick with sleep.

"Hi, Beautiful," he said, voice soft as the tide rolling in.

He leaned over and pressed a kiss against your lips—once, then again, then a third time, slow and unhurried, like he had all the time in the world. You could’ve stayed here forever, tangled up in him, the rest of the camp forgotten.

Your arms found their way around his neck without thinking, fingers threading through his hair, and he melted against you, his body warm and solid against yours. Not in the urgent, breathless way of stolen moments, but in something soft, something constant. His body pressed against you in a way that made you feel grounded, like an anchor.

He sighed against your skin, his head resting against your shoulder, the tips of his hair tickling your collarbone. "I swear," he muttered, "I’m just gonna start checking my cabin first whenever I’m looking for you."

You laughed, eyes fluttering shut again. "Smart choice, Seaweed Brain."

He huffed against your neck. "I knew you were gonna say that."

"You always know what I’m gonna say," you murmured, fingers lazily tracing the shape of his shoulder. "It’s, like, your one personality trait."

"Excuse me," he scoffed, pulling back just enough to look at you, feigning offense. "I have plenty of personality traits, thank you very much."

"Uh-huh," you teased, eyes twinkling. "Like sleeping, eating, and almost dying every other week?"

"Wow. Okay. Rude."

His fingers found your sides, pressing in just enough to make you squirm, and you yelped, trying to twist away as laughter bubbled up in your throat. "Percy—no, don’t you dare—"

"Shouldn’t have insulted my personality," he teased, grinning as he easily pinned you down, trapping you beneath him.

You pouted up at him, breathless from laughter. "I like your personality."

"Yeah?" He arched a brow.

You hummed, brushing your nose against his. "Mhm. Even when you’re being an absolute menace."

His grin softened into something more affectionate, something quieter. He dipped his head down, capturing your lips in another kiss—slower this time, lingering, like he was memorizing the feeling of you beneath him. When he finally pulled away, his lips barely ghosting over yours, he murmured, "Guess I can live with that."

You sighed dramatically, stretching beneath him, making no attempt to actually move. "Good, ‘cause I’m not going anywhere."

Percy chuckled, shaking his head as he shifted, settling against you like it was the easiest thing in the world. His arm draped lazily over your waist, pulling you closer as he nestled his head against your chest.

"Yeah, me neither," he mumbled.

He pressed a soft kiss to the side of your neck, warm breath fanning over your skin, and just like that, he stilled. No more teasing, no more witty remarks—just the two of you wrapped up in each other, breathing in sync with the distant lull of the waves outside.

And so you stayed, the rest of the world forgotten.

[bl0odyh3art]

JUST LIKE HER.

warnings: incest (father/daughter), James being disgusting, james comparing you and Mary 😭, non-con to dub-con, and getting turned on by yelling.

this is dead dove/dark content. if are uncomfortable with this kind of content or don't like it, then do not interact.

a/n : this lowkey sucks to me

Being with your dad wasn't so bad. He supports you, cares for you, lets you drive his car sometimes, and decided it was okay for you to live with him still. Unless you find a nice spot. But there's one thing.

He's really, really, really, really, a serious loser. I mean come on…he's kinda pathetic. Sad to say it but it's true, your dad isn't always the best of the best. He can be lazy and dumb. Sometimes really touchy with you as well….but that's for another time. Whenever he sees you, cleaning, cooking, or whatever that reminds him of Mary in the slightest.

He'd go insane and go on long stories about her, of course he never told you what really happened…you'd hate him with all your guts and heart. He even feels pathetic for mistaking you for her once.

“Dad, it's been years. I thought you'd let go of it now.” You sighed as you grabbed the tiny towel to dry off a dish.

“I know, sweetie but it's just-....you look like her sometimes and that makes me freak out..” He looked away from you, what kind of father does that? Gets excited over almost seeing his dead wife but in reality it's just his daughter.

Honestly, when did you get so big? When you were a kid, you looked a lot more like him. Exactly like your dad, people would mistake you for a boy sometimes.

He was staring at you, long and good…just looking. ‘Would she feel just like Mary?’ He let his thoughts take over. What the fuck.

He cringed internally and put his head in his hands. He can't. He knows he shouldn't…but fuck. He saw all the bits of Mary…Mary…and himself. Mostly his genes but you were a perfect mix. The tits and ass…god he just wanted to grab them and compare them but that'd already make him more of a loser than he is.

Being miserable and wanting to fuck his own daughter? Really trying to make himself look bad at this point. But what could be the harm? Only once. He hid Mary's death for a bit…He can hide this too.

“What are you doing?” Scoffing at him as he puts his hands on your hips, Trying to swat them away.

“You look like her, y’know..?” He said in the softest and sad voice he had.

Pathetic ass loser trying to seduce his daughter. Barf.

“Okay…and?...” You tried to turn your head to look at him. He stared at you with a certain look you've seen before. The look you saw customers give you at work. “Let's fuck” look. He tried slipping his cold hands underneath your sweater, making you flinch and push him away.

“Hey! What the hell is wrong with you?” Your brows furrow and look disgusted with him. You should be disgusted because he deserves it.

“Honey, I'm so sorry…I don't know what came over me….” He sighed. He knew exactly what came over him but sadly it didn't work.

So plan B. Fuck her while she's sleeping. Not his proudest moments but hey, he's had worse moments. So during the night, while you're all tucked in and fast asleep. He comes in like the boogeyman at night and boom.

He can't wait another minute, feeling up your tits and kissing you…Okay, so it doesn't really taste like her but it's sweeter and softer.

After minutes of kissing you and feeling up your tits, you get up and slap him quickly “God, what the fuck is wrong with you? I can't even sleep anymore? Fuck…you're so gross, I can't believe mom delt with you.” You basically yelled at him and wow, that's what got him hard.

Whiskey Dick the whole time he was touching you but the yelling is what got him turned on. Fucking freak.

You couldn't do much, he's stronger and older, you had to give in and just let it happen. He has a big dick though…a real nice pale, veiny, pink tip dick. Pushing it deeper and deeper into you as he let go of strained groans.

“I'm sorry…. I'm- fuck I'm sorry baby but…I couldn't stop…” He breathed out into your neck, he got red pretty easily. his pretty neck is all red and his dick of course just absolutely throbbing against your soft walls. Making you cry out in pleasure and pain.

“Dad!...Oh God…ahah…please rub my clit…” you whined to him and he instantly listened. It's so cute. the perfect pussy, chubby, tight, and wet. After what seemed like hours, he finally came all in you. His jaw clenching, eyes closed, and hands stuck to your hips while he tried so hard to not moan ‘Mary’. No condom or anything. He wasn't capable of waiting for something like that. He felt guilty. Looking at your tired and exhausted expression.

“Baby…My baby…I'm so sorry for that..” He sighed out, leaning his head down to your shoulder and letting it rest there as you just patted his back. “S’okay, dad…” you slurred out, cock drunk.

At least he got some pussy finally.

[77zrose]

ZB1 REACTION TO S/O MUMBLING DURING THEIR SLEEP

genre : fluff , ot9

김지웅 kim jiwoong

jiwoong would be intrigued and surprisingly attentive. At first, he’d glance over to make sure you were okay, and then he’d sit quietly, listening to the sounds you were making. If it was something funny or unusual, he might smirk to himself, finding the moment too precious to forget. He’d likely record a small snippet—not to embarrass you but to tease you lovingly the next morning. “You were having quite the conversation in your sleep last night,” he’d say with a teasing grin. However, if your mumbling sounded upset or worried, Jiwoong would immediately reach out, caressing your cheek gently and whispering, “It’s just a dream, love. You’re safe.” His calm, steady presence would be enough to make sure you slept peacefully.

장하오 zhanghao

zhanghao would find the whole situation amusing and irresistibly cute. When he hears you mumbling, he’d stop whatever he’s doing and lean closer, trying to catch what you were saying. If it sounded like you were saying words, he might even join in, playfully responding in a hushed tone, “Oh, really? Tell me more.” He’d treat it like a one-sided conversation, chuckling softly at how unaware you were. If you were completely unintelligible, he’d still find himself entertained, marveling at how endearing you looked in such a vulnerable state. The next morning, he’d bring it up with a mischievous glint in his eye, teasing you gently. “So, were you practicing for a debate in your sleep last night?”

성한빈 sung hanbin

hanbin would find your sleep mumbling heart-meltingly adorable. The moment he hears you muttering softly, he’d pause whatever he’s doing and lean in closer to listen, a fond smile spreading across his face. He might try to make sense of your words, whispering to himself, “What are you dreaming about?” If it sounded like you were dreaming of something silly or nonsensical, he’d chuckle quietly, feeling endeared by this rare glimpse into your unguarded state. If your tone shifted to something distressed, though, Hanbin’s protective side would kick in—he’d gently stroke your hair or whisper soothing words like, “It’s okay, I’m here,” until you seemed calm again. No matter what, he’d make sure you were tucked in snugly and comfortable.

석 매튜 seok matthew

matthew would instantly think it’s the funniest and cutest thing ever. He’d try so hard not to burst into laughter, covering his mouth to avoid waking you up, but his shoulders might shake with quiet giggles. If your mumbling was particularly strange or funny, he might whisper something like, “What are you even dreaming about?” just to amuse himself. At the same time, he’d find it so endearing that he’d lean in closer, brushing a strand of hair from your face and marveling at how precious you looked. In the morning, he’d tease you endlessly but in the softest way, laughing, “You were saying the weirdest things last night—do you even know what you were dreaming about?”

김태래 kim taerae

taerae would immediately be charmed by your sleep mumbling, his heart melting at how peaceful and vulnerable you looked. He might sit quietly for a moment, just watching you with a soft smile, trying to catch what you were saying. If your words didn’t make sense, he’d chuckle quietly to himself, thinking about how cute it was. If your mumbling sounded restless or distressed, Taerae would spring into action, softly humming a tune or even singing a quiet lullaby to soothe you. His voice would be calm and reassuring, and he’d hold your hand or gently stroke your hair to help you relax. In the morning, he’d bring it up gently, asking, “Were you dreaming about something funny last night? You were talking in your sleep.”

리키 ricky

ricky would be completely fascinated, though he’d act cool about it. The moment he heard your sleep mumbling, he’d perk up and lean closer, trying to figure out what you were saying. If it was something funny or nonsensical, he’d smirk to himself, tempted to record it but ultimately deciding against it. Instead, he’d memorize the funniest parts to tease you about later. In the morning, he’d casually bring it up with his trademark playful confidence: “You were saying some pretty weird stuff in your sleep last night. Should I be worried?” If you got embarrassed, he’d reassure you with a grin, “It’s cute, don’t worry.” Deep down, he’d find the whole thing incredibly endearing.

김규빈 kim gyuvin

gyuvin would have no filter—if your sleep mumbling was funny, he’d burst into laughter almost instantly. He wouldn’t be able to stop himself from giggling, even if it risked waking you up. If you stirred, he’d try to stifle his laughter, whispering, “Sorry, sorry, it’s just—you were saying the weirdest things!” He’d lean in closer, hoping to catch more of your words, and might even attempt to interpret your dream based on what he heard. If you woke up and caught him laughing, he’d try to explain through his giggles, “You were having the funniest conversation in your sleep!” While he’d definitely tease you about it later, he’d still find the whole thing ridiculously cute.

박건욱 park gunwook

gunwook would be both curious and shy about the whole situation. Hearing you mumbling in your sleep, he’d tilt his head and listen carefully, trying to make sense of it. If it sounded funny or random, he’d quietly laugh to himself, thinking about how adorable you looked. However, if it seemed like you were dreaming about something stressful, he’d gently nudge you or whisper softly, “It’s okay, I’m here,” hoping to comfort you without waking you up fully. He might spend a few extra moments watching you sleep peacefully afterward, his heart full of affection. In the morning, he’d tease you lightly, saying, “So, what kind of dream were you having last night? You were mumbling a lot.”

한유진 han yujin

yujin would be caught between confusion and amusement. At first, he’d stare at you, blinking as he tried to figure out what you were saying. “What are you even dreaming about?” he’d whisper to himself, shaking his head with a small smile. If your mumbling sounded particularly strange, he’d quietly laugh, covering his mouth so he didn’t accidentally wake you. If he couldn’t understand what you were saying, he’d just let it slide and watch you for a moment, thinking about how funny and cute you were. The next morning, he’d shyly bring it up, saying, “You were talking in your sleep last night… Do you even remember what you were dreaming about?” If you got embarrassed, he’d reassure you with a shy laugh, “No, it was cute, really!”

hi people im back from the small hiatus ill be posting more. if you’d like you can make a request i write for groups like: zb1, p1harmony, seventeen, project7 ( upcoming group ), bts, straykids, ateez, evnne, onepact, riize (ot7), bnd & many more just request don’t be afraid ! i dont write smut only fluffs and more. smut maybe in the future -3- (I’ll make a masterlist soon)

[girlyrafe]

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⌗ with rafe cameron .ᐟ.ᐟ

ᝰ summary .ᐟ You lie in Rafe’s bed, restless and unable to sleep without your childhood teddy, feeling embarrassed. Rafe notices and, despite your protests, lovingly goes to get it for you. His thoughtful gesture makes you feel safe, and you finally drift into peaceful sleep.

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You’ve been lying in Rafe’s bed for what feels like hours, staring at the ceiling in the soft glow of moonlight, twisting and turning, unable to escape the persistent thoughts circling in your mind. His steady breathing beside you should be calming, but it’s not. There’s a tension in the air that you can’t shake, a subtle pull of unease that you can’t ignore. You try to focus on him—on the comforting weight of his arm draped around your waist, the gentle pressure of his hand resting just below your ribs. His fingers brush your skin occasionally, a faint, warm touch that sends little shivers down your spine, but all you can think about is your teddy.

You know it sounds ridiculous. You’re an adult, after all. You should be able to sleep without it. It’s just... your teddy. Your bear. It’s been with you since you were little, an old, worn thing that’s seen better days, but it’s the one piece of comfort that you can’t seem to outgrow. 

The more you try to ignore it, the more your need for it consumes you, like a quiet hum under your skin. You want to sleep; you need to sleep, but the thought of not having it beside you gnaws at you, building into a suffocating pressure in your chest.

Rafe shifts beside you, his body moving closer, his warmth pulling you in like gravity. The bed creaks softly under his weight, and for a moment, everything is still. Then his voice, low and groggy from sleep, cuts through the quiet. 

“You okay?” he asks, his words gentle, concerned, the kind of tone that always makes your heart flutter. 

You can feel his fingers brushing against your side, the rhythm of his breath in your ear, and you can’t help but smile at how sweet he sounds. He’s always so attuned to you, always picking up on the smallest shifts in your mood. But you can’t let him know what’s going on in your head. Not this time. This is too embarrassing.

“Yeah, just... I’m fine,” you murmur, your voice almost too soft, too hesitant. You hope it doesn’t sound as off as it feels, but you can feel the lie hanging in the air between you, heavy and uncomfortable.

Rafe doesn’t buy it for a second. He presses in closer, his arm tightening around your waist as he buries his face against the back of your neck. His lips brush against your skin, the softest, lightest touch, and you feel the warm smile against your skin.

“You sure?” he asks again, his voice still laced with that sleepy concern. “You’ve been tossing and turning for a while now.”

You hesitate, your heart racing. What do you say? You don’t want him to think you’re crazy, or worse, childish. But you can’t lie forever. You try to shrug it off, hoping that if you pretend enough, it will go away.

“It’s nothing,” you say quickly, a little too quickly, your voice shaking just the tiniest bit. “Really.”

But of course, Rafe isn’t going to let it go. He never does. He’s the kind of person who sees when something’s wrong, even if you’re trying to hide it behind a smile. “Sweetheart,” he says softly, but with the kind of gentle firmness that leaves no room for escape. “If something’s bothering you, I want to know. I can’t help if you don’t tell me.”

And there it is—the moment when the secret spills out of you before you can stop it. You feel your stomach flip, your cheeks turning hot with embarrassment. The words rush out in a rush, like an avalanche you can’t stop. 

“I can’t sleep without my teddy.”

There’s a long pause. Long enough for you to feel your entire body tense with dread. You brace yourself, waiting for him to laugh, to make fun of you, or to look at you like you’re a little too strange for his taste. You feel like you’re about to disappear under the covers in shame. But then, when he finally speaks again, his voice is soft and almost... tender?

“Your teddy?”

You nod, trying to make yourself smaller in the bed, curling into yourself, wishing you could just sink into the mattress. Your face burns like you’ve just lit yourself on fire. “Yeah,” you mutter, your voice barely above a whisper. “I know it’s silly. It’s just... I’ve had him forever, and I just—I just can’t sleep without him.” 

For a moment, everything is silent. You hold your breath, waiting for his response. You can practically hear him thinking, trying to figure out how to respond to this little nugget of vulnerability you just dropped on him. 

Then, to your surprise, you hear a soft chuckle, a warm, affectionate sound that makes your heart flutter in your chest. 

“That’s adorable,” he says, his voice still low but filled with affection, as if your admission were the most endearing thing he’s ever heard. You feel a small wave of relief wash over you, mixed with something else—something sweet and soft. “Why didn’t you just tell me earlier?”

You bite your lip, feeling your cheeks redden even more. “It’s... embarrassing,” you mumble, trying to hide your face in the pillow, but you can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips. Despite your nerves, his reaction makes everything feel a little lighter. A little easier.

“No, it’s not,” he replies, his voice unwavering. “It’s sweet. I like that you have something that makes you feel safe.” 

You hear him shift beside you, the bed creaking softly, and then, just as you’re about to say something else, he surprises you again. “Why don’t I go get him?”

But before you can protest, he shifts again, and you hear him sit up. “I’ll go get him for you,” he says, sounding more serious than you expected. “You need him, and I’m not going to let you be uncomfortable.”

You blink in stunned silence. “Wait, no, Rafe, you don’t have to do that. Seriously.” 

But it’s too late. You hear the soft thud of his feet hitting the floor, the rustle of his clothes as he grabs his keys. “I want to,” he insists, and even though you can’t see his face, you can tell there’s that stubborn, loving glint in his voice. “I’m going. Stay here. I’ll be back before you know it.”

And just like that, he’s gone.

You sit up, your heart racing. He’s going to drive all the way to your place to get your teddy. Why?

A few minutes later, your phone buzzes on the nightstand. You pick it up, still in shock, and open a message from Rafe. It’s a picture of him holding your teddy in one hand, a goofy, triumphant smile on his face. The caption? “Mission accomplished.” 

You blink. A strange lump rises in your throat, and your heart swells in your chest. You can’t believe he actually did this. 

Before you can process it all, you hear the sound of his car pulling into the driveway. And then, a moment later, he’s walking back into the room, holding your teddy like a trophy. His eyes are warm, his smile wide, and for a moment, everything else fades into the background. 

“I told you I’d get him,” he says, his voice soft but full of pride.

You laugh, breathless, and take your teddy from him, pressing it to your chest as if it’s the most precious thing in the world. “I can’t believe you actually did that,” you murmur, your voice tinged with disbelief and gratitude.

“You don’t have to thank me,” he says, settling back down beside you, pulling the covers over both of you. “I like that you have something that makes you feel safe. And if that means getting you your bear in the middle of the night, then I’m happy to do it.”

You relax into him, your teddy nestled between you both. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his voice low and teasing. “Next time, you don’t have to go all the way back to your place. I’ll get you more.”

“More?” you ask, eyes widening in surprise. “You’re kidding.”

He grins, a playful glint in his eye. “Yeah, I’ll keep a few here. Maybe I’ll start you a collection.” 

You laugh, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I know,” he agrees, pulling you closer. “But I think you like me that way.”

And in that moment, with Rafe beside you and your teddy snug in your arms, you finally drift into sleep, warm and content, wrapped in the cocoon of his love.

©GIRLYRAFE

[httpvomitello]

AHH HI! i dont know if im going to be able to describe my request in a good way but im gonna try my best.

i was thinking something about ROTTMNT sleeping hcs. maybe where y/n (gender neutral) falls asleep on their shoulder and they get all flustered or if not just how they react to it.

sorry if its not too detailed lol its my first request. thanks!! <3

Awwwn, I'm glad your first request is here! And I hope it's just the way you imagined it~ ♡♡♡♡

Rest On My Shoulder *⁠.⁠✧

Leo tries to act cool when you fall asleep on his shoulder, but inside?

Total panic.

He smirks to himself, thinking, "Of course they trust me, I am the best."

But his smugness doesn’t last long because you shift slightly, and his heart does a flip

He freezes, suddenly hyper-aware of every movement

If anyone walks in, he’s quick to gesture for them to shut up

Sneaks glances at you like a lovesick idiot and gets caught once or twice by Donnie or Mikey, who don’t let him live it down

When you wake up, he’s back to his usual teasing self: “Comfortable, huh? Can’t say I blame you; I am pretty irresistible.”

Raph tenses up immediately when your head lands on his shoulder

His first instinct is to make sure you’re okay: "Did they fall asleep? Are they sick? What’s happening?"

Once he realizes you’re just resting, he lets out a soft breath and relaxes a little

He doesn’t want to move an inch in case he disturbs you

Looks down at you every so often with the softest expression

If Mikey or Leo walk by, they give him teasing grins, but he just glares silently, daring them to say something

Secretly, he’d let it happen again in a heartbeat.

Donnie is startled when your head lands on his shoulder, but he quickly recovers, though his cheeks are bright red

“Ah, well, this is... unexpected,” he mutters under his breath, trying not to freak out

He’s not used to physical closeness, so it takes him a moment to adjust

Once he does, he sits as still as a statue

Absolutely takes a mental note of the exact angle and time of this event, because he’s secretly very touched that you feel safe enough to fall asleep on him

When you wake up, he’ll act all nonchalant

But his voice might give away how flustered he actually is: “Oh, you’re awake. Did you, uh, sleep well?”

Mikey is ecstatic when you fall asleep on his shoulder

He immediately starts grinning like a dork

He doesn’t sit still, though

He’s constantly shifting slightly to make sure you’re comfortable, whispering things like, “You good, sleepyhead?”

Takes a selfie with you

(with your sleeping face hidden, of course)

and sends it to his brothers with a caption like: "I’m the fave! 💖"

Low-key proud that you feel safe with him and will brag about it later

When you wake up, he’s all sunshine and sweetness: “Aw, you woke up? You looked so peaceful!”

Might even ask if you want to nap on him again because he loved the experience so much.

[hazbinshusk]

blitzø x f!reader.

part two to this fic.

after inviting blitzø to stay the night in your bed, the two of you (and the rest of i.m.p.) deal with the sudden change in the dynamic between the two of you.

features blitzø typical language, pure fluff, and sexual innuendo. the man really has a thing for your boobs, okay? 1.4k

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You wake up before your alarm, eyes opening reluctantly against the red light of a hellish morning. It takes you a moment to remember the events of the night before, but the shifting of the sheets over you as another body in the bed moves brings it all flooding back.

Both you and Blitzø had moved in the night and his hand is no longer wrapped around yours. You vaguely remember falling asleep after him, your hand still enclosed in his as his breathing had slowly evened out into a soothing, steady rhythm. His back is to you now, his body curled in on itself almost protectively. You take a moment to study him, the curve of his horns and the slim line of his back as it peeks out from under the blankets. Eventually you make a move to leave the bed, switching off your alarm and intent on a steaming shower.

You stop as something tightens reflexively around your leg as soon as you try to move, and you lift the sheets with a brow raised in curiosity. Blitzø’s tail is wrapped firmly around your calf, and as you watch, the spade of his tail twitches slowly back in forth against the underside of your knee. It’s oddly soothing, and you press your lips together against the smile that threatens to bloom on your lips. With a soft exhale you let yourself fall back against the mattress, turning your head to look at him again.

“Blitzø?” you say his name softly, almost unwilling to wake him up. You weren’t sure of the last time he’d seemed so… peaceful. You reach out to touch a gentle hand to his shoulder. “B? We’ve gotta go to work.”

The imp groans, rolling onto his back. He squints up at the unfamiliar ceiling, apparently confused. “The fuck…?”

His eyes snap fully open as the night before suddenly comes back to him, and he grimaces, slowly turning his head to meet your eye.

“Christ on a stick, I really spent the fuckin’ night here, didn’t I?”

You nod, amused by the almost bashful glint in his eyes. “You did.”

“Please tell me I at least got to bury my face in those sweet—”

“No, you didn’t.” you say bluntly, rolling your eyes before he can finish. Still, you feel a tingle of warmth through you at the suggestion. “How’d you sleep?”

He shrugs a shoulder, rubbing a hand over his face and groaning. “Fuck, my head hurts.”

“That’s what happens when you drink your weight in booze two nights in a row.”

“Bitch.”

You smirk at the lack of venom in his voice. “You wanna shower first? I don’t know if I’ve got anything you could wear, but I guess you could borrow a shirt or something if you need it…”

Blitzø groans again, more dramatically than before, rolling into your side and burying his face in your neck. You freeze as you feel the warmth of him press up against you, his face almost nuzzling into the curve of your collarbone. The sensation makes that warmth reappear inside you. The softest of cat-like purrs sounds from him for a moment before he stiffens, suddenly aware of the position he’s in.

He jerks away from you, falling off the side of the bed with a loud thump and a string of curses. The move tugs your leg across the bed, and his swearing continues as he realizes he’s effectively tied himself to you in his sleep. “Fuckin’ – ASS!”

His tail detangles itself from your leg as you sit up, and you swear you can see a pinkish hue to the scarred side of his face.

“…You good?”

“Shut up.”

“Nope,” you reply childishly, smirking when he flips you off. “Now, did you want to shower?”

Blitzø tries for seductive, raising an eyebrow at you from where he still sits on the floor. “You joining me? ‘Cause I gotta say the idea of you all soaped up and gag—”

“Blitzø.” you deadpan, climbing out of bed. His eyes drop over your figure as he realizes what you had been wearing in bed with him – just an oversized tee shirt and your underwear – and you swear his pupils dilate. “Are you sober yet?”

He blinks up at you, swallowing heavily before clearing his throat. “Judgin’ by the titty-fuckin’ brass band shovin’ its collective dick up my brain’s unlubed ass right now, I’d say yeah.”

You wrinkle your nose at the metaphor but squat down in front of him, studying his face for a moment. You nod as you make a decision, reaching out to wipe a spot of dried drool away from the corner of his mouth with your thumb. “Okay.”

Ignoring the part of you that reminded you that this was a bad idea, you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his in a chaste kiss, his cheek still cupped in your hand. Blitzø freezes for a moment before kissing you back, his hand finding your knee and sliding up to curl around the bare flesh of your thigh as he leans up into it. You feel his breath catch against your mouth, his tongue touching your bottom lip for a second. The kiss is soft and it’s brief and when you pull away Blitzø still looks surprised.

Giving him a small smile you stand, fingers curling in the hem of your shirt. “I’ve gotta shower. The coffee machine should start brewing in a few minutes if you want some.”

“I… what?!”

***

Loona doesn’t say anything when she climbs up into the van beside you, trapping you between the hellhound and the imp driving, but her raised eyebrow speaks volumes.

“Nothing happened.” you tell her defensively.

“Uh-huh.” Loona replies dryly, already focused on her phone, and you can basically feel Blitzø’s smirk on the other side of you. By the time you were showered and dressed he’d managed to summon up much of his usual bravado, and the fact that he was currently wearing your favorite 666 Wrath Radio tee shirt was serving as basically a spotlight broadcasting the idea that the two of you had fucked.

You suspect that that was the whole reason he picked it.

You jump as you feel Blitzø’s hand slide over your thigh as he reaches between your knees to shift gears. He touches you again as he withdraws, claws grazing along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. Goosebumps follow after them. You shiver and he snickers, and suddenly you’re regretting the fact that you’d chosen to wear shorts.

Loona eyes you as she notices the touch, and you roll your eyes. “Nothing happened.”

“Sure.”

***

“Is Blitzø wearing your shirt?” Moxxie asked as you entered the I.M.P. office, drawing Millie’s attention too. “Why is he wearing your shirt?”

A smile forms on Millie’s lips, her eyes shining with possibility. “Did you two…?”

“No!” you reply, dropping onto the couch with a sigh. “For Satan’s sake, no!”

Moxxie seems to be still stuck on the obvious. “But he’s wearing your shirt.”

“Aw, come on, Moxx.” Blitzø says, wrapping an arm obnoxiously around the other imp and pulling him unwillingly into his side. He ruffles Moxxie’s hair with his fist, grinning as he tries to shove him away. “You know if we’d fucked Y/N here would need the day off just to get those sexy little legs of hers workin’ again after all the shakin’ they’d been doin’!”

“Shut the fuck up, B,” you tell him as Moxxie finally manages to wrest himself Blitzø’s grasp, and the taller imp grins at you. “Or I’ll tell ‘em what actually happened last night. Okay, boss?”

“Ooh, ‘boss’? Tits, you’re gonna go and make me all tingly.”

You roll your eyes, but his smile widens from teasing to more pleased as he notices you trying not to smile yourself. “Can we just… go kill someone? Please?”

Blitzø claps his hand together, turning on his heel to face Loona. “Now you’re talking! Looney, what have we got on the books for today?”

Millie takes a seat beside you, leaning into your side to speak quietly enough that only you would hear. “What did happen last night?”

You shake your head, avoiding her eye. Blitzø catches your eye again as Loona goes through the day’s agenda in a detached tone of voice. He winks and you feel yourself flush. Millie’s eyebrows shoot up as she notices.

You clear your throat. “I… honestly, I've got no fucking idea.”

[ncteenv]

love boner

kim jungwoo x fem!reader cw: 18+ mdni, suggestive/dialogue, kiss-kisses-and more kissing, playful banter, mentions of smoking, affectionate intimacy, emotional vulnerability

“you are just so..”

jungwoo trails off, eyes wandering over your face as you stand trapped between his arms, back against the kitchen counter, senses filled with your boyfriend and nothing else.

living with someone you love and waking up at seven in the morning was the new normal for you, now. it took a while to adjust to sharing the bed with jungwoo’s clingy sleeping habits, his loud showering (seriously, how could someone shower so loud), and little arguments about him leaving cigarette butts around but it never goes too far.

it was all his fault, really. just throwing a new key in your face like that, like you’re some sort of welcome doormat, and he gives you no choice but to say yes because he’s giving you the softest heart eyes.

but by the grin on his face as he moves a bit closer, you know he doesn’t feel the slightest bit guilty.

“say it,” you murmured, placing your hands on his waist, “i’m what?”

“that’s the thing,” he says back in an equally low, steady voice. “i don't know the word to describe you.” he trails his lips silently over your cheek.

“try.. indescribable?” your fingers grab onto the material of his jeans, trying to push him away.

“yes. indescribable.” his lips tickle your skin, forcing a laugh out of you.

“stop it.” you laugh, shoving him away but he persists. “jungwoo stop or i'm going to knee you.”

a small sigh leaves his mouth as he drops his head to your shoulder. “don’t,” he says quietly, shaking his head, “don’t say that.”

you know he doesn’t mean your threat. “say what?”

“my name.” he whined a bit.

“well it’s your name, isn’t it?” you giggled.

“don’t like it.” jungwoo huffed, “say something else. the other stuff you say.”

“i only use your pet name when i like you.”

his head shoots up, hurt in his eyes. “what have i done to make you upset with me at seven in the morning?”

“you tickled me.”

“and i’ll do it again if you don’t start being nice to me.” he push his body into yours, making you more squished against the counter.

pelvis’s now pressing together, jungwoo nuzzles his face in your neck, his nose causing more giggles to escape your mouth.

your eyes squeeze shut, trying to desperately push him away. “okay, okay. jungwoo! i’ll pee if you keep tickling me.”

“what was that?”

“jungie. my love. stop, please.”

at the sound of the sweet pet name, he pulls away. not enough to stop breathing in your air, but enough to place his lips on your cheek, gently kissing. his lips drag over to the bridge of your nose, noticing your eyes are still shut, but smiling at the way you bite your lip in anticipation when his kisses continue over your face. no inch is left untouched by his tenderness, caressing each bump, discoloration, sign of sleepiness with his mouth with the softest of pressure.

he notices your breath increase just a little bit when his kisses dip down to the corner of your mouth, and you immediately crane your neck to catch that kiss, but he shifts away, moving further down to your chin. disheartened, you open your eyes, but he avoids looking into them. jungwoo moves back up, but to your great sadness, he only pecks your cupid bow before gently maneuvering your head to the side to continue displaying his affection to the other side of your face. he chuckles softly when you huff, releasing your hands from his waist, and firmly gripped the chest of his shirt.

you tilt your head up when he's finished kissing your other cheek, bringing his mouth back down to your jaw, but instead of placing his lips firmly on yours, he uses his hand to push your head to the side to kiss your ear.

“just kiss me, already.” you sigh, wanting to stomp your foot impatiently. “my ears gotten enough attention.”

“so needy.” jungwoo comments, clearly smug. his mouth finally stops near yours, and the hand that holds your jaw cups your cheek, drawing you in, in one motion, stamping his lips to yours.

you released his shirt and dropped your hands back down to his waist, sliding around to shove them in his back pockets. if you hadn't been holding onto his ass so tightly, you would have been a mess of a puddle on the floor by his feet, but that's what it felt like anyway. everything he did reduced you to that state, so it's a wonder it didn't literally happen right now.

he kisses your bottom lip gently, taking his time. mornings consisted of things like this, now. another thing you found yourself easily adjusting to. before living with your boyfriend, it was sweet and chaste kisses. but now that he’s got you within his reach, every second and hour, he gets to take his time. his kisses became rougher and more passionate while maintaining that sweetness at the same time.

when he pulls away, it entices a whimper out of you, but jungwoo doesn't rush to ridicule you, delighted by the sound instead. there’s no rush. he kisses you once more before laying his lips on your forehead, sighing.

it doesn't seem like enough, your mind argues, so you lunge forward and embrace him tightly, joining your arms around his neck to ensure he doesn't leave.

“i love you. do you know that?” jungwoo mumbles into your hair.

you can’t help but laugh softly. “i do know that.”

“but do you know how much?”

your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of his lips once again grazing the line of your jaw, trailing down your neck, to pulling your shirt off your shoulder and leaving a kiss there on your bare skin. the act alone should tell you how much, but it’s not what he’s looking for.

“jungie-”

“the day i asked you to move in, i was so afraid you’d say no because of how sudden it was.” he said quietly.

“i know. you tell me all the time.” a dry chuckle leaves your throat.

“i didn't think about how much i was asking you to give up. a bed to yourself, a quiet apartment, less cigarette smoke. yet, you never asked me to give up anything.” he babbled on. “but i’ll do it right now, baby. i will quit smoking for you and i’ll become mute.”

“and the bed?” you raised an eyebrow.

“i will sleep on the couch once a week but i will die if i never get to wake up next to you.” he says, dramatically.

you rolled your eyes, playfully. “i understand, jungwoo. you don’t have to give up any of those things. i know how much you love me.”

“yeah? how much is that, y/n/n?”

you hummed, dropping your arms from around his neck to put a small gap between the both of you. “like right now.. it seems enough to have a boner whenever you’re near me.” you grin.

“actually,” he corrects you, beaming, “it’s a love boner.”

“stop saying that. just say you want to screw me.”

he pouts. “you’re kind of ruining the moment.”

“don’t be embarrassed, jungie. it’s there. you can’t help it.”

jungwoo snorts, gathering you into his arms again. “embarrassed?! why would i be embarrassed about the way i show my love?”

“are you really admitting that you show your love through your boners?” you furrowed your eyebrows, voice muffled against his chest, holding him tightly.

“shhh,” he hushed you, delivering a swift and gentle kiss on the top of your head, “love boner.”

so, this was your new normal.

[cyberrmusee]

my first writing here!! something i’ve had saved in my notes for MONTHS! feel free to make requests and pls like and reblog!! tysm :p

!bigbrotherchoso !submissivechoso !chubbyblkreader

!femblkreader !mommykink !smut !fluff

keep quiet.

The dim lights along the pathway to your boyfriend’s front door lit the concrete ground as you approached it.

It’d been almost a week since you’d last seen him and his adorable little brother Yuji, he was about five but he’d stolen your heart the moment Choso decided it was okay for you to meet him.

You two had been dating for about a year after he felt it was okay for you to meet his brother, his pride and joy.

The moment Yuji locked eyes on you he fell in love with you, running up to you to meet you and ask a million a questions.

Now you were three years in and had one of your first major (to you at least) fights last week.

When You put Yuji to sleep and Choso decided to play his stupid video games and woke the poor child up with his yelling.

You and he argued about it, him saying it wasn’t that serious yes the fuck it was and he could be put back to sleep, you feeling like it was the principle of the situation.

Him not having any regard for a sleeping child, especially it being his little brother. It upset you because what if it had been his and your child, would he still be so careless?

Although you were still sort of upset with him, you’d mostly let it go.

Mostly.

You approached the door and knocked softly as usual, you could hear Yuji screaming and wailing like he was being murdered from the other side of the door.

You chuckled to yourself, you couldn’t wait to see the him, and of course your boyfriend, who you definitely weren’t still sort of, kind of fucking definitely mad at.

You heard the locks click and then the door flew open, revealing a frustrated Choso, holding a crying Yuji on his hip like a stressed mother.

The sight was endearing, you giggled and smiled “Hi Cho” you said softly. His face softened slightly at your greeting “Hi.. baby” he grunted as Yuji thrashed in his arms, wailing.

You tilted your head and smiled at the crying boy “Hi Yuji sweetheart” you smiled. Like magic, his crying stopped and he snapped his head to you, his eyes lighting up.

He practically leapt out of his brothers arms and i latched himself on to your leg, his face wet with tears as he smiled up at you.

“What’s wrong honey?” you asked, casting your soft eyes down onto him, chuckling softly.

“mi-missed y-you” he said in a small voice, through his little over dramatic gasps, wiping his eyes.

Choso watched the entire interaction with narrowed eyes. little attention seeker. trying to steal my girlfriend. He said in his mind. Wait- was he jealous..? absofuckinglutely No. that’s ridiculous.

He’s fucking three, he can’t steal her from me. He said reassuring himself triumphantly within the confines of his mind. he scoffed for even being jealous.

He softened his features as you picked the young boy up and held him on your hip with ease, like he was your child.

You smiled and cooed at the young boy, stars in your eyes “i missed you too little one” you said softly as you kissed his forehead and smiled, brushing in the house past Choso.

Maybe he could steal his girlfriend from him.

No kiss, no hug, not even a meaningful yearning look that says you missed him. No no, straight to his baby brother.

He scoffed and closed the door, locking it before crossing his arms over his chest like a big man baby.

Okay, maybe he WAS a little jealous of his baby brother. But how could he not be, he was practically stealing the love of his life right from under him!

You waltzed into the living room, rubbing Yuji’s back, speaking to him in the softest tone, whispering sweet comforting words to him as you sat down on the couch and placed him on your chest.

He nuzzled his head under your chin as his sniffles and tears began to fully subside, he clenched at his stuffed bear in his hand as he laid peacefully against you.

Choso however, the big, jealous, cry baby he was, stood over the side of the couch, arms folded across his chest, eyes narrowed into a glare at you and Yuji, mostly Yuji, but i digress.

He was insanely jealous watching his brother lay his head on you plump chest, right on your boobs, choso’s favorite spot.

“Is he your boyfriend or me?” he muttered, his voice drenched in jealousy. You chuckled at his little attitude. “You of course Cho” you spoke softly with a smile.

“don’t fuckin feel like it” he muttered under his breath, grunting in irritation before coming to sit next to you on the couch.

You nearly snorted at his jealousy, it was cute to you, you bit back your laugh as you rubbed the child’s back soothingly and looked over at your boyfriend.

“Let me put him to sleep fully, and then i’m yours, yeah handsome?” you offered as you smiled softly at him.

Dammit, he knew all it’d take was one compliment and he’d crack. His face unintentionally softening and body relaxing at your proposed deal.

“Okay.. fine” he spoke, trying to maintain his jealous facade, but failing.

He grabbed the remote and turned on some television, but kept the volume low as you and he watched tv silently while you put Yuji to bed.

After about an hour, the boy was finally in a deep state of sleep and Choso let out a sigh of relief. “Finally i can have the love of my life back” he said in a normal voice, almost loud enough to wake the baby boy.

He stirred in his sleep on your chest and you smacked your boyfriend’s arm, glaring at him. “Ssh!” you shushed him as you put your finger up to your lip.

He rubbed his arm, though it didn’t hurt, he wanted sympathy points. “Ouch” he whispered, looking at you with puppy dog eyes.

You rolled your eyes and chuckled under your breath, shaking your head at him, before softly getting up and holding Yuji securely, yet comfortably.

You crept up the stairs softly, with Choso hot on your heels, staring your figure up and down the whole way up the stairs, hungrily.

The sway of your hips was driving him fucking insane he just wanted to be inside of you hold you in his arms.

You reached the toddlers room and laid him in his bed softly, being sure to not wake him, as you tucked him in and put his bear in his arms before kissing his forehead sweetly.

His eyes softened watching you tuck him in with that forehead kiss.

Suddenly Choso felt so stupid for being jealous earlier. Watching you care for his brother like that, made his heart swell.

Putting him to sleep every time you came over, cooking for him and even playing whatever silly game he’d made up in his head. You really did love that kid, with all of your heart, like he was yours.

That was one of the things that made your boyfriend love you even more. The way you accepted him and his brother, he didn’t feel like a burden with you, you were so understanding and agreed to help in any way.

God he was so in love with you.

You stood up and softly crept out the room, turning off the light and shutting the door softly as Choso stood against the wall gazing at you with a small smirk on his face.

The second Yujis door clicked shut and turned to face him, Choso took your hand in his, pulling you gently against him, his big muscular arms wrapped around your waist, face nuzzled in the base of your neck.

“About time i got back what’s mine.” he mumbled into your neck, his tone dark as he snatched you close to him possessively.

You chuckled and put your hand on the back of his neck, rubbing it soothingly. “Baby, i never went anywhere” you said soothingly as he nipped at your neck softly, placing soft kisses along the nape of it.

He hummed into your neck feigning irritation “you know what i mean” he said softly. You chuckled at his words. You knew exactly what he meant, you just loved to tease him.

“Cmon we should head downstairs, i don’t wanna wake him” you whispered softly as you pulled away from him.

He nodded silently as you both trekked down the stairs into the living room. Choso eyeing your figure and the sway of your hips like a predator eyeing its prey.

The moment you planted yourself on the couch, he practically yanked you off and into his lap “Uh uh, you’ve been too far from me all damn night.” he scoffed placing his hands on your hips to hold you in place atop him.

You chuckle at his clingy nature before placing a finger against his lips. “you have such a hard time being quiet” you whispered tilting your head, a mischievous sparkle in your eyes.

The man rolled his eyes and scoffed in amusement before grabbing your wrist and whispering. “i do not, i can be quiet.” he says, pretending to be hurt.

you pursed your lips thinking about how last week he was so loud he woke yuji, then your fight. your insides sparked a bit, you were still kind of irritated about the whole thing, it made you burn inside.

you narrowed your eyes at him. “yeah? let’s put it to the test then” you spoke in a hushed tone before rutting your hips against his.

he was aching in his sweats and boxers, nearly leaking from just watching you all night.

he let out a gasp at the friction, his hands landing back on your hips, squeezing them to maintain his self control. “baby..” he whispered in a strained voice, the single word like a warning.

you smirked as you jerked your hips forward atop his again, feeling his erection grow. “what? you’re so good at being quiet right? so shut up” you said sternly.

he could tell by the tone in your voice, he was in deep shit. you meant business. his face tinted a shade of pink as he looked up at you shyly, his eyes a mix of lust and nervousness.

“yes ma’am” he said softly. there it was, those two words that made the flame inside of you burn hotter, your favorite thing to hear him say.

your smirk only grew as you leaned in and began to pepper kisses across the base of his neck up to the nape, rutting your hips against his.

every time you moved your hips forward, he let out the prettiest whimpers and gasps, his nails digging into your hips more and more as his dick hardened underneath you, until it was solid like dry cement.

“f-fuck.. mmf- m-mommy.”

you could feel his precum leaking through his thin sweats, creating the faintest wet spot on your own, he was getting desperate for you.

“mmf-… baby.. please- i need it” he whined softly as your kisses turned into hickeys. you smiled against his neck as he sighed in pleasure from your markings, before leaning up to his ear to whisper.

“can you be quiet if i give it to you pretty boy?” you asked in a playfully hushed tone. he nodded his head frantically as you sat up and looked down at him.

“yes ma’am, i’ll be quiet i promise, i’ll be so good.” he whispered in a frantic tone, his need increasing by the second.

you knew he was lying, he sucked at staying quiet, no matter the situation, but you couldn’t act like seeing him all submissive and needy wasn’t hot as fuck.

you couldn’t ignore the pooling in your panties and the way you clenched around nothing, you needed him too.

you hummed before grabbing a nearby pillow from the couch and pushing it into his chest. “here, put it in your mouth” you said firmly.

choso took the pillow from you and looked at it for a second. no way you were gonna make him do this? he was a bit embarrassed at the thought, but his arousal beat the embarrassment by a long shot.

he shoved the pillow into his mouth, biting down on it as he looked up at you, faux innocence in his gaze.

you set your eyes on him and smirked. “you’re so obedient when you wanna be fucked” you chuckled as you reached down and begin to pull down his sweats.

he sharply inhaled through his nose as you began to undress his lower half. “hips up.” you said firmly. without question he lifted his hips, helping you to slide the fabric off his hips before sitting back down.

you lifted your own hips up, pulling down your pants and sliding your panties to the side before sliding him out of the opening of his boxers, hovering over him as the two of you lock eyes.

his mouth was salivating as he held the pillow between his teeth, a small pool of it setting the pillow as he held it in his mouth.

watching you take control of the entire situation, made him unimaginably hard, he had to resist the urge to pull you onto his dick and fuck you til you screamed.

but he knew better.

“bite down baby” you commanded in a hushed voice as you began to sink down onto his fat cock without warning, earning a muffled moan from the dark haired man as he bit into the pillow to silence himself.

his tip pushing past the folds of your sopping cunt inside your hole, your walls hot and wet, sucking him in as you took him to the hilt til he bottomed out.

Choso could’ve came right on the spot with the way you took all of him in almost an instant. your walls engulfing him, squeezing every inch of him tight.

“mmm mmf-” was all he could get out, the pillow stopping him from making any real noise.

“fuck.” you whispered in between breaths as you begin to move your hips up and down on him.

you were watching your pussy suck him in and out, your pudgy tummy jiggling as you moved, strings of your wetness connected at his base as you fucked him like it was nothing. it just made you even more wet.

you tilted your body forward, upper half pressed against his as you angled your hips and supported your knees with the couch cushion, before you slid up and down him, bringing yourself down harder.

“o-oh shit.. fuck.. mmm..dick so good baby”

the clap of your ass against his thighs only served to turn choso on more as you laid your head on his shoulder and rode him like it was nothing.

choso was in a high state of bliss, mesmerized by watching the way your ass bounced up and down on his dick and the wet squelching sounds that filled the room.

“mmf.. m-mommy fuck” he managed to muffle into the pillow as his eyes rolled back.

you chuckled and snatched the pillow out of his mouth. you wanted to hear him.

“talk to me pretty boy”

he was a gasping and whimpering mess as you fucked your self on to his fat, throbbing dick, he swore he could see stars. his hand flew to your hips, searching for some sort of stability.

“s-so so good mommy.. feels good..” he whined in your ear, but he was a little loud for you liking.

“quiet voices handsome, you said you could do it. make mommy proud.”

the heat building behind his abs was nearly at its peak, his balls feeling heavy and overly full as he sunk his nails into your hips trying to hold out on filling you up.

“m-mommy…m’gunna… c-cummm”

at this point your eyes were screwed shut, brows furrowed deep in pleasure as your head rested against his shoulder, your knees aching from being bent for so long, but you couldn’t stop.

“almost there baby.. hold on for me”

you rocketed your hips up and down, his fat mushroom tip hitting your cervix, prompting you to squirt just a little with every downward thrust of your hips.

“fuck mommy… m-makin a mess on me” he whined out as his cock twitched inside of you.

he hands tightened on your hips, almost painfully as he fought to hold back his nut, but he was failing.

“g-gunna cum.. i- i can’t hold it..” he whimpered

your mouth dropped open, but no sounds came out as you let out muted breaths of air to stifle your moans, your pussy hugged him tightly as you creamed on it, body trembling for the sheer force of your orgasm as you cursed in his ear.

“fuckfuckfuckfuck…”

he gripped your hips as you fell against him, body limp from the intensity of your orgasm, and thrusted up a few more times letting out a loud string of guttural moans as he nutted in you.

you knew he couldn’t do it.

“s-shit.. m-mommy fu-fucckkk”

you kissed his neck as he came down from his high, atill twitching inside you. sweat on his forehead and both your breaths coming out in ragged pants.

“knew you couldn’t say quiet, loud mouth” you chuckled against him.

he groaned in response to your teasing “fuck at least i tried. pussy too good to be quiet.” he rolled his eyes.

“yeah but now yuji is awake, i can hear him crying upstairs” you sighed.

“oh shit.. sorry babe” he said sheepishly.

“whatever loud mouth, you’re putting him back to bed.”

[wonton4rang]

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pairing: bnd x reader.

warnings: none, mentions of arguments, kissing in some parts, mentions of the members real names.

summary: how would bnd react to “we have to talk”

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sungho; unless he knows he did something to make you feel sad or mad, he would be chill, leaving his coat in the hanger and walking to you with a little bit of confusion since you said this as soon as he went in the house after coming back from work. “sure, what is it about?” he would ask in the sweetest and softest voice, his eyes showing the way he worried about you. and you just couldn’t do that to him, so you finally came clean and explained it was only a joke to see his reaction, sungho would laugh and kiss your forehead, assuring you that the whole “we need to talk” situation didn’t scare him since couples need to communicate in order to last :’) best boyfie award winner right here.

riwoo; “we need to talk” chills ran through his body before he unglued his eyes from the tv screen and directed them to you, his orbs got glossy really quick and his voice trembled when he asked “is everything okay, baby?” it was late, at least 1 or 2 in the morning and there was riwoo binge watching the series you told him not to loose sleep for. yeah, in sanghyeok’s mind you guys were done. but you just laughed at his scared frame, making him gulp before looking confused as you just kept laughing, explaining how it was only a joke and that you didn’t mind him watching his serie anytime, he was going to be the one tired after all. he would be soooo relieved, because he couldn’t even think of loosing you.

jaehyun; he didn’t even registered it the first time, his mind taking its time to process everything and create a thousand scenarios where he did something and you left him for it. so when you snapped your fingers in front of his face, he just held you in his arms, kissing your lips right away, so soft and yet so passionate and rough, only him could kiss you like that. he would back you up to the wall when you didn’t push him away and kiss you a little longer before letting your lips go for a second, panting against them before looking for your eyes and saying “i don’t recall doing anything wrong but if i did, i’m sorry, baby. can you tell me what it was? i promise i’ll fix it” but when you said it was just a joke, he just got a little mad, because why would you put his heart through such a harsh time.

taesan; “we need to talk” he was sitting on his bed when you said this, noticing how woonhak left the room right after you talked and taesan directed his eyes to you, still cleaning that vinyl disc “about what, noona?” you closed the door behind you and then crossed your arms in front of your chest, dongmin confusingly looking at you before putting his disc back in place and finally standing up “is there something bothering you, love?” his hands held your arms to uncross them and pull you in for a small peck in your lips, “what did you wanna talk about? did they do anything to upset you?” , “w-what? no, the members are just fine” , “are you sure?” and you could tell that even though he was showing you that nonchalant attitude he was really worried, he would NEVER think wrongly about his members, which is why you couldn’t hold it and laughed, explaining it was just a joke before he rolled his eyes at you and put you on laundry duty with sungho as a “punishment” for making him worry.

leehan; “what do you think i did now?” and that alone would make you feel soooo offended, your eyes and mouth opening at the same time and before you could even say anything to defend yourself he kept going “I haven’t even been out lately, you have my phone most of the day because for some reason you don’t want to subscribe to youtube premium on yours, i made you breakfast, i took the garbage out, i did the dishes and took a bath after cleaning the living room and folding the clean clothes. I don’t know what I missed or what you think I did but I-“ you had to stop him before he kept ranting “it’s okay, you didn’t do anything wrong, it was just a joke” he arched his eyebrow at you as you added “but I didn’t know you did all that” leehan laughed this time and pull you over to sit on his lap in the couch “i did, between yesterday and today” and you couldn’t hold it just laughed while he kissed you, he was also a really good boyfie even when he liked to argue back.

woonhak; oh god please don’t do this to him omfg, he is nervous, screaming, trembling, tongue tied, shaking and paralyzed at the same time, he doesn’t know what he did, he doesn’t really think he did anything but you are his noona, his first girlfriend, you know better. so he could just sit there and look at you with his big eyes, sobbing every once in a while, waiting for you to talk and stop walking around in front of him. so when your eyes met he crumbled, “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry, i don’t know what i did yet but i will fix it, it won’t happen again. i love you so much, y/n. please forgive me” and the way his voice sounded broke your heart, immediately leaving the joke behind when you held his face and softly kissed his lips, assuring him that he didn’t do anything wrong and apologizing for the joke that took the wrong turn.

[russellsppttemplates]

I'm sorry to hear you need the distraction for the reasons you do.

I have a fluffy one for Lando and his wife...like, imagine right after Tilly is born, still in the hospital, Lando asks the nurses to take the baby girl to the nursery, so he can take care of y/n. He helps her have a shower, wash her hair, and do her skincare bc he knows that's something that relaxes her. He is the softest hubby tending to his girl after she has their baby.

Cw: hospital, post partum care

"Would it be okay if I asked you to take Matilda back to the nursery after Y/N has fed her?", Lando asked one of the nurses as she entered the room to leave your afternoon snack on the table.

"Yes, absolutely", she smiled, "just let us know when you're ready for us to take her by ringing the button there and we'll look after her".

Excusing after checking everything was okay, Lando closed the door and went back to sit by your side. Even though your daughter had only been born the day before, he still couldn't believe how much you were already doing for her, your body making up the food she needed as she happily suckled on your nipple.

"Can you get me that cloth, please? She spit a little bit", you asked, pointing to the lavender coloured fabric by the foot of the bed.

"There you go, love", Lando offered, looking in awe at you as you carefully wiped the baby's cheeks and chin, "can I burp her?".

Passing the baby to Lando so he could have some time with her, you let yourself rest against the pillows, watching the cosy scene unfold. You were in love with your little family and wouldn't change it for the world.

Lando paced softly in the dim light of the room, a gentle smile hidden beneath a veil of concern on his face. He loved your daughter more than words could explain, but right now, he was focused on you. You had just brought Matilda earthside and he wanted to make sure you knew just how cherished you were.

“Just a minute, princess,” he murmured to himself, heading towards the call button as he glanced at you, seeing your eyes begin to flutter shut. It tugged at his heartstrings - you needed something soothing that would help you relax after the whirlwind of labour and delivery.

With a quiet determination, he approached you, "I asked the nurses if they could take Tilly to the nursery so I can look after you for a little while - is that okay?", he asked, not wanting to overstep any boundaries but making his opinion known.

"Oh, I'm fine, I don't need-", you began.

"I want to do this, okay? And she can go and sleep there just as well as she sleeps here", he reasoned, pressing the button when you didn't say anything else.

When one of the nurses arrived, she gathered Tilly carefully, cradling her with the utmost care before heading off, leaving Lando alone with you in the room.

He returned to your side, sitting on the edge of the bed with tenderness, "Hey, love,” he whispered, brushing a strand of hair gently behind your ear, “how are you feeling?”.

You sighed, a small smile lighting your face as you looked up at him, knowing that hiding the truth wouldn't be good, “Tired but happy. Just a little dazed, I guess", you mumbled

Lando nodded, his heart swelling with love, "How about a shower? I know it helps you relax," he suggested, his voice low and soothing as he rubbed circles in your hand.

"You'd help me do that? I'm not sure I can do it on my own", you chuckled despite the genuine gratitude you felt for him for even offering.

“Always,” he affirmed, standing up to help you sit up. With careful movements, he helped you swing your legs over the side of the bed, steadying you as you found your footing, "You just brought our baby girl to the world, you deserve a moment just for you,” he smiled, his voice gentle and encouraging.

After setting everything up, Lando helped you step into the bathroom, turning on the water and letting the warm steam fill the space. He set a few towels near the sink, ensuring everything was within reach in case you needed it, “just relax, okay? I’ve got you,” he said softly, looking into your eyes with unwavering support.

As you stepped under the warm spray of the shower, you felt relief wash over your body as Lando stood just outside the curtain, keeping a watchful eye, “I’ll wash your hair, just like you like it. I packed all your favourite products” he offered, and you couldn’t help but smile at the soft, comforting tone of his voice, "Come here, gorgeous", he called out, making sure to get everything just right as he lathered your hair, the scent of your favorite shampoo filling the air. The gentle fingers massaging your scalp felt heavenly, a tangible reminder of the love you had built together.

You could hear his chuckle as Lando reminisced about your first times together, "do you remember me getting soap on your eye and yelling because I thought I had permanently blinded you?", and all of the moments that led you here.

Once you were done, he helped you rinse off, gently wrapping you in a soft towel as you stepped out to dry, "You look beautiful”, he whispered, his eyes warm with adoration, "even more radiant than I remember".

You blushed, feeling the love that emanated from him, "you always know what to say to make me feel better, and you've always been a charmer", you replied, your heart fluttering as he led you back to the bed.

After getting dressed, you slid back under the covers as Lando carefully pushed the foldable table closer to you, taking every item of your skincare routine from the toiletry bag.

"I'll be gentle, I promise, and nothing is going on the eyes this time!", he smiled before he applied moisturizer and massaged it into your skin, his touch tender and careful as he focused entirely on you.

“I can't believe we have a daughter", he said, laughing softly, "thank you, my love, I'll never be able to repay you for this", he admitted.

“We make a pretty good team, I think it's quite okay", you smiled.

Lando finished up, leaning in to plant soft, lingering kisses on your forehead, "yu did so amazing. I’m so proud of you, and I love you more than anything", he confessed.

You looked up at him, gratitude bubbling inside, "I love you, too, Lando. Thank you for being so wonderful and caring to me".

"This is my daddy duty now!", he smirked, "I want to help you as much as possible, and I never want you to feel like you don't matter, or that I don't love you or any of that silly stuff, okay? You rare the love of my life and I never want you to forget that", he stated firmly.

The baby girl in the nursery might be your new adventure, but in this moment, it was just the two of you - wrapped in the warmth of your love, with the whole world waiting beyond the walls of the hospital room. Together, you were creating a life filled with laughter, love, and an unbreakable bond.

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

[ohworm-writes]

Thinking about Firefighter!Price.

Imagine him coming home after a long, exhausting day of working, keys jingling as he unlocks the door at some ungodly hour of the night, footsteps falling heavy against the floor as he walks inside, exhaustion and fatigue lingering along his form.

He's still dressed in his station wear - a fitted, navy blue t-shirt with Station 141's logo printed onto the front of it, small, right on the right side of his chest, and a pair of trousers in the same color to match, hanging loosely onto him.

He should take a shower, he knows he should. He smells of sweat and sulfur, the scents clinging to his clothes and skin like a second skin, and he know that the two of you'll have to wash the bedding come morning.

But god, the sight of you in bed, dressed in a loose pair of your own shorts and one of his spare shirts, face smushed against one of the pillows as your breathing comes slow, in and out, steady - it's far too enticing to pass up so easily.

So he unbuckles his belt in a daze, stripping off his shirt, undershirt and trouser, tossing the articles haphazardly onto the floor (he tries to toss them towards the hamper, but he knows he misses, given the way his belt buckle clanks loudly against the hardwood floor of the bedroom, but, honestly, he could care less).

And he gets right into bed beside you, fingers grazing lightly over the exposed skin of your thighs, traversing upwards, fingers splayed as his palm travels over the fabric of your shorts, sneaking their way under the loose shirt of his that you wear, hand pressing against your tummy as he pulls you close.

He presses his nose into your shoulder, eyes fluttering closed as he deeply inhales the scent of your body wash, softly shushing you as you start to rouse, the way your body gently begins to shuffle as you let out the softest, sleepiest yawn, listening as he grumbles softly against your skin.

"Didn't mean to wake you, love. Go back to sleep."

His voice is so hoarse, so strained and rough from the events of the day - yelling and barking out commands to the firefighters within the ladder and engine crews that he guides - but, at the same time, it's runs smooth like honey, settling just right in your sleepy, hazy mind.

He hugs you tighter, pressing your back flush against his chest as he curls his body around you in a subtly protective manner, littering tender kisses against your neck, trying to coax you back to sleep as he lets out a soft sigh, infatuated with the way your body molds perfectly into his.

"Mmm... s'fine, John. Wha... what time s'it?"

"None of your business, that's what time. Go back to sleep. I'll be here in the mornin'... promise you that. Okay?"

He doesn't let you ask your questions. If you try to think, he knows you'll wake up, and he already feels guilty about waking you up in the first place, so he doesn't even entertain your sleepy question, giving you a promise - two, technically. That he's here now and that it'll stay that way until the two of you wake up in the dawn.

"Stubborn..."

"Always. We c'n talk in the mornin'. Sleep."

"Mmm... glad you're back home safe. Love you."

"Love you, too."

But by the time he says the words, you've already fallen back asleep, and a deep, rumbling chuckle erupts from within his chest, amused, pressing one last kiss to the corner of your jaw before letting himself fall asleep behind you, his breaths, his heartbeat falling into sync with your own.

[buckys-arm-and-rios-dagger]

Exploring Bucky’s Body

Bucky x GN!Reader

Description: When Bucky feels self-conscious about his scars, you take a moment to remind him how perfect he truly is

Warnings: Nonsexual nudity, hurt/comfort, Angst and fluff, insecurities, Sad!Self-Conscious!Bucky, pet names (Sweet Boy, Sweetheart, ), no y/n used, no pronouns used beyond "you"

((18+ only below the cut please and thank you!!))

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Bucky has been off all day.

No one else seems to see it, he’s gotten good at hiding it from most people

But you know him better than that, you can see how deep in his own head he is

The distant look in his eyes, the fact he’s even quieter than usual, the way he tenses when anyone touches him, even you

He assures you that he’s fine when you ask, that nothing’s wrong, but you know him

You decide not to bring it up again until the two of you are laying down to go to bed that night

You notice he still has a t-shirt on as he gets ready to settle in, which is strange because he almost always sleeps without a shirt on, adoring the feeling of your skin against his own

So you wrap your arms around his waist from behind, pressing a little kiss to the crook of his neck

“What’s on your mind, Sweet Boy?” you whisper. Bucky didn't look at you, “you know you can talk to me, Honey. Please, what’s wrong?”

He shrugs, avoiding your gaze

You sigh, and go to reach under his shirt to rub his back when you hear a sharp inhale

“Buck? Are you okay?”

“Don’t,” he whispers, “don’t touch them. Please.”

“Don’t touch what?”

“The scars.”

Realization hits you instantly

Bucky gets in his own head, so nervous about how others see him. How you see him.

“Bucky…” you move in front of him, sitting in his lap and taking his face in both hands, “you know I love your body…”

“Don’t act like you don’t hate them,” he murmurs, eyes still refusing to meet yours, “you don’t have to lie–”

“Ssshhh…” you wrap your arms around his neck, guiding his head to your shoulder and running your fingers through his hair, “I’m not lying. I love every part of you.”

He still won’t meet your gaze, so you decide to try something

Sliding out of his lap you softly ask, “Sweetheart, can you lay down for me?”

He cocks his head, finally looking at you, eyes full of confusion

“Just trust me, okay?”

Finally, he does as you ask and settles in bed, resting his back against the headboard

You slip off your shirt

You slip your shorts off as well, fully naked in front of him.

He’s surprised, to say the least

“Doll?”

“Would it be alright if I was on top of you?” you ask.

He nods, still confused as you straddle his hips

Your hand finds the waistband of his boxers

“Can I take these off?” you ask.

His eyes flit around, biting his lip as his body goes tense

You can see the conflict in his blue eyes, desperately wanting to be against you but also so nervous about being seen

Finally, nervously, he nods, and quietly says “yes.”

you slip them off, and his underwear is on the floor

Your hand runs along the hem of his shirt, “can I take this off?”

He pulls back, terrified to let you see him

“I promise, I won’t hurt you, Baby Boy,” you whisper, “just want to show you how perfect you are.”

He’s nervous, you can tell, but he slowly slides it off, you assisting him

Once he’s fully bare, you begin to gently run your hands along his torso

“D-Doll,” he gasps out, eyes fluttering, “don’t…”

“Shhhh, just lemme touch you,” you lean forward and kiss his cheek, “just lemme admire my Incredible boyfriend.”

Your fingertips draw shudders from his body and gasps from his lips, shocked by your gentle touch

Nothing sexual, just you dragging your fingers along every mark, every scar, every tense and taut muscle, every dip of his ribs

Exploring his body with the softest, most gentle feather-light touches

“How?” Bucky whispers, his voice full of emotion. You look up at him and see tears forming in his eyes, “how could you like touching them?”

You reach out and cup his cheek, wiping the tears with your thumb.

“Because you had to be so strong and so brave for so long, Baby,” you lean down and kiss a slash along his ribcage, causing him to gasp, “your scars reflect that. They show how hard you fought, and that you survived. You made it through, and stayed the same kind, gentle, loving man that Steve told me stories about when I first joined the team. You’re a warrior, Bucky. And these show that. They’re a part of you, and I think they’re so beautiful for that.”

He doesn’t respond, but looks up at you with eyes filled with love as you lean forward

"You're so beautiful, Bucky. Every inch of you is perfect," you whisper, pressing a kiss to the shell of his ear, "I love you."

He holds your face with both hands, pulling you in for a soft kiss, tender and full of love.

“I love you too.”

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Fallen Angel | Bed Snatchers

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Simon had texted you that he had gotten home from Mexico about midnight. When you finished your night at the café you were careful to enter the flat quietly. You might still wake him with how jumpy he could be after jobs. Wincing as you lock the front door you remove your shoes as softly as you can, setting them on the floor instead of letting them flop like you normally would. Turning on the flashlight of your phone you dim it as much as you can and still cover it with your fingers to not disturb anyone that might have slid home with him.

More and more often the guys would come home with Simon. You were about to suggest everyone going in on a house rental together because at least then you were always guaranteed to have somewhere to lay down after work. Glancing into the living room you see a lump of a body on the couch. Stepping lightly into the room you think it’s John. A raucous snore rips through the room. Yep. That’s John.

Letting a pip of light peak through your fingers you see he has no blanket on. Once that problem is resolved you head toward your room. The door is cracked. Must be more than John who came home with Simon then.

Pushing the door open you see two bodies sprawled across your bed. Letting a tad more light shine from your phone you squint and see Kyle and Gary almost fighting for space on your bed. You let the smile that forces its way to your lips stay. Leaving the men to their sleeping battle you grab a set of pajamas and head into the hall bathroom.

Leaving the lights off, your phone light reflects off the bowl of the sink as you change. Dropping your clothes into your basket in the bathroom you move to knock on Simon’s door. Tapping lightly you wait. He would wake.

Less than twenty seconds later the door pops open, and Simon blinks in the dim light.

“The couch and my bed are both taken, can I sleep with you tonight?”

“Johnny is here, but there is room.”

Rubbing your eyes you follow Simon and turn off your flashlight. Simon puts a hand on your elbow, leading you into the bed before him. Pulling up the blankets you slide in until you run into Johnny, then back up slightly.

The touch must have woken him. Johnny reaches out and pulls you close.

“Ah, bonnie, no Simon.”

He is not wearing a shirt. You had never seen Johnny shirtless, but he felt warm and lightly covered with hair.

Simon climbs in behind you, settling an arm across both of you. Something about that tickled something in your brain but sleep already lulled you with her melodies.

When you woke it was because you were too warm.

Tucked tight to Simon’s chest you watch his hand drift across Johnny’s still-sleeping face.

“When did that happen?” You whisper, careful not to wake your sleeping friend. 

“This last mission. Mexico was…hard.”

“I’m happy for you.”

You really are, even if part of you yearns for every one of these crazy men to be yours always. That would be entirely too selfish. You were lucky to have them as you did, sharing kisses for luck and driving business to your shop. Selfish wasn’t a thing you could ever allow yourself to be. You didn’t dare ask for anything from them.

You had learned in your early twenties that you were asexual, much to the frustration of every partner you had. After a while you had stopped looking for any kind of romantic love, it was too twined up in sex for so many people that staying single was easier.

Simon pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Thanks. When are you going to end up happy?”

The question stabbed you between the ribs.

“Who says I’m not?”

“You don’t have a partner, don’t most people want that?”

“Most people aren’t okay that I only want sex when I’m ovulating so, no I guess I don’t want that,” your voice rose a bit.

Johnny’s eyes slid open, taking in you tucked into Simon’s arms. The softest smile you had ever seen on the man warmed your heart to the point of pain.

“Morning lass, how did you end up here?”

His voice, morning-deep, taking some extra work to decipher.

“Kyle and Gary were sleep fighting in my bed. Simon at least has a king-sized mattress.”

“What time did you get in?” He blinked at you as if fighting waking.

“Three.”

He reached out and pulled you across the bed; Simon’s hands drifted with you.

“Simon is an earlier riser, stay here and sleep with me.”

Settling against Johnny was different than with Simon. Johnny didn’t seem to mind the full body contact, twining of limbs, or manhandling you until you sat just right in his arms. Snug against him, in the darkness of the blinds, you slid back to sleep, but not before feeling the bed dip as Simon placed a kiss against your temple and Johnny’s lips. He left the room quiet as a mouse.

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