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Dinner for two

Bbno$ (Alex Gumuchian) x reader

Female reader, just fluff and Alex being hopelessly in love with you <3

a/n: if you guys have any requests on what I should write next please let me know :)

It started with a simple thought—She’s always there for me. I want to be there for her, too.

Alex had spent the better part of the afternoon preparing. Not just the cooking—though that alone had turned the kitchen into a chaotic mess of flour, basil leaves, and open YouTube tabs—but everything. The lighting, the playlist, the table setting. Every little detail.

He didn’t want to just do something nice for you—he wanted it to feel intentional. Like a love letter in the form of food and candlelight.

The sun had just started to dip low in the sky when he lit the candles—small tea lights on the table, tall ones in brass holders near the corners of the room, all casting a soft golden glow. Outside, the world was winding down. Inside, he wanted time to pause.

The dining table, usually a landing zone for keys and takeout containers, looked completely transformed. A cream linen tablecloth draped over it neatly, with two plates arranged across from each other—each with a folded napkin tied with a thin ribbon and a tiny sprig of lavender tucked in. In the center, a clear vase of fresh roses.

Alex stepped back to look at it all, running a hand through his hair. His heart was thudding a little harder than usual—not from nerves, but anticipation. He cared about you more than he knew how to say sometimes. But this… this was his way of saying it.

He checked the stove one last time. Dinner was just about ready—homemade pasta, a garlic cream sauce he was weirdly proud of, a side of roasted vegetables, and warm, crusty bread wrapped in a linen towel.

The playlist you guys made together had just started playing when he heard your keys in the door.

“Alex?” your voice rang through the quiet hum of the apartment.

“In here,” he called softly, stepping out from the kitchen with a towel in one hand.

You froze when you turned the corner. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of everything—the glow, the flowers, the table, him. He stood there in his signature white wife beater, black pants clearly a bit too big for him, hair slightly messy from moving around and cheeks a little flushed from the heat of the kitchen.

“Wait… what is all this?” you asked, a slow, stunned smile creeping across your face.

He grinned shyly and rubbed the back of his neck. “A surprise. I wanted to make something special for you. You’ve been working so hard lately, and I just… I don’t know, I thought you deserved a night that’s all about you. About us.”

You stepped closer, letting your fingers trail over the back of a chair, taking it all in.

“Alex,” you whispered, eyes soft. “This is beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful,” he said without missing a beat, voice quiet but full of sincerity.

He took your hand, guiding you to your seat and pulling out the chair for you with an exaggerated bow. “Welcome to the finest five-star restaurant this side of our apartment,” he joked.

You laughed gently as you sat down, heart full. “I think this might already be my favorite place on earth.”

He poured you a glass of wine, then sat across from you, his eyes never really leaving yours. “Okay, full disclosure,” he said with a sheepish grin, “I may have overcooked the pasta a little. And almost ruined the sauce. But I promise it’s made with, like… absurd amounts of love.”

You took the first bite and your eyes lit up. “You’re crazy if you think this isn’t amazing. Honestly, I’d take this over any restaurant.”

He smiled, that soft, slightly vulnerable smile he only gave you when he was letting his guard down.

Dinner flowed like a dream—conversation slow and easy, laughter slipping between sips of wine and clinks of silverware. He told you about his failed attempts at getting the bread just right, and you told him about your day, but somewhere in the middle of all that, the outside world just… faded.

After the plates were cleared, he brought dessert—something store-bought but arranged carefully on a dish like he’d made it himself. And when you tried to tease him for it, he leaned over and fed you a strawberry, eyes twinkling as he said, “Let me have this one moment of fake culinary brilliance.”

Later, with the music still playing softly in the background, he reached for your hand.

“Dance with me?” he asked.

“In the living room?” you asked, grinning.

He nodded, already pulling you up. “We’ve got everything we need. Music, candles… and you.”

Your heart fluttered at how serious his voice had gone at the end.

You let him lead you to the open space between the couch and the window, your arms wrapping around his neck while his settled on your waist. The two of you swayed slowly, cheek to cheek, candlelight flickering across the walls around you.

For a few moments, there was nothing but the rhythm of your breaths, the warmth of his body, and the faint music wrapping you both in something tender and real.

“I don’t say this enough,” he murmured, voice low against your hair. “But I’m so in love with you. It’s not just the big moments. It’s everything. The way you smile when you’re trying not to laugh. The way you look at me when I’m being an idiot. Even just sitting on the couch with you—it’s the happiest I’ve ever been.”

You pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. They were glistening—open, raw, full of that quiet kind of love that doesn't need fireworks to be felt.

“I love you too,” you whispered. “More than you’ll ever know.”

He leaned in and kissed you—slow, sweet, full of everything he couldn’t find words for. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours.

“Best date night ever?”

You smiled, eyes twinkling. “Without a doubt.”

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Feathers At Midnight

Hawks (Keigo Takami) x reader

Female reader, just pure fluff

a/n: I know I’ve been writing about bbno$ a lot, but I also wanted to try writing for other fandoms I’m part of, so here’s a fic about my favourite bird boy ever, Keigo <3

The soft tick of the wall clock echoed faintly through the darkened apartment. The city outside still murmured in its perpetual restlessness, but here, wrapped in the cocoon of your shared bedroom, the world felt still.

You had fallen asleep long before he returned, curled beneath the comforter in one of his oversized hoodies, the lingering scent of his cologne comforting in his absence.

The door creaked open with a subtle click, too quiet to rouse you. Keigo Takami—Pro Hero Hawks—stepped inside with a weary sigh, tugging off his gloves and letting his wings stretch just slightly before folding back against his back. Crimson feathers fluttered loosely as he moved, some dissipating in the air, vanishing back into his quiver.

He moved quietly, though exhaustion tugged at every limb. His golden eyes softened when they landed on you, curled on your side, breathing slow and steady. Your hair was slightly mussed, your cheek pressed into his pillow. You always claimed his side was warmer, that even his scent helped you sleep easier.

“Dove,” he whispered under his breath, fondness blooming in his voice like a sigh. He smiled as he knelt beside the bed, brushing a lock of hair from your cheek. “Always waiting up for me… even if you can’t keep your eyes open.”

His patrol had run longer than usual—some run-in with a group of reckless vigilantes trying to make a name for themselves. Nothing serious, but enough to delay him past midnight. Still, he came back in one piece. Still, he came back to you.

He changed out of his hero gear in the dark, careful not to wake you, though a few feathers accidentally knocked over a book on the nightstand. He winced but smiled when you only stirred faintly, sighing into the pillow. He murmured a low, amused “Still out like a light, huh?” before slipping into bed behind you.

The warmth of his body seeped into yours as he slid under the covers and gently pulled you closer. His arms wrapped around your waist, strong but tender, one hand splaying against your stomach, the other winding beneath the crook of your neck to cup your shoulder. His wings shifted, fluffing out once before settling like a weighted blanket over you both.

“Mmh…” You stirred, breath catching at the sudden warmth enveloping you. His scent hit first—smoke, sky, something distinctly him. “Kei…?”

“Hey, sleepy bird,” he murmured against the nape of your neck, lips brushing your skin. His voice was low, hoarse from hours of talking, flying, fighting. But it was gentle. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

You turned slightly in his embrace, your body still heavy with sleep. “You’re back late…”

“Yeah. Some idiots thought they could stir trouble past my bedtime. Can you believe it?” he said with a tired chuckle, burying his face into your shoulder. His breath was warm. “Didn’t get hurt. Just… worn out.”

You turned fully now, facing him, one hand finding its way up to stroke his hair. “Come here,” you whispered, drawing him in. He let himself be pulled, resting his forehead against yours, golden eyes fluttering closed.

“You smell like smoke and rooftops,” you murmured, pressing your nose against his jaw.

He smiled, lazy and warm. “And you smell like home.”

That simple sentence settled deep in your chest. You didn’t reply right away, instead tracing your fingers over the ridges of his wing, soft and still slightly twitching. He shivered.

“Ticklish,” he muttered, voice muffled.

“I know,” you whispered with a small smile.

Keigo let out a contented sigh, tangling his legs with yours, his wings curling slightly more protectively around you both. “You know… I could’ve ended the night feeling like crap. Long patrol, idiots doing stupid things, paperwork left unfinished… but coming back to this?” His hand slid to rest over your heart, feeling its steady rhythm. “To you? It makes it worth it.”

You felt your heart thud just a bit harder. “I worry about you, Kei. Every night.”

“I know,” he said softly, guilt edging his tone. “But I always come back. I’ll always come back. For you.”

You reached up and touched his face gently, thumb brushing beneath his eye. “Promise?”

He smiled then—soft, sincere, stripped of his usual bravado. “Feather-crossed promise.”

He leaned in and kissed you slowly, deeply. Not rushed. Not fiery. Just real. His lips moved against yours with the kind of familiarity that came from years of knowing every inch of each other’s hearts.

When he pulled back, your foreheads rested together. You stayed like that, your breathing syncing with his, your limbs intertwined.

Minutes passed.

His voice broke the silence again, quieter now, heavier with sleep. “Don’t go back to sleep yet,” he murmured. “I just got here.”

You laughed softly, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. “Then don’t let go.”

“Never,” he whispered, and he meant it.

Eventually, his breathing deepened, and his grip loosened slightly—not from distance, but comfort. You stayed in his arms, wrapped in warmth and feathers, until sleep claimed you again.

And for the rest of the night, Keigo didn’t dream of sky, or villains, or battles.

He dreamt of you.

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Pool Boy pt 2

Bbno$ (Alex Gumuchian) x reader

Female reader, fingering, unprotected sex, p in v sex

a/n: Part 2 of the Pool Boy series, enjoy <3

Alex's eyes never left yours as he stepped closer, the moonlight casting shadows that danced across his face. “You know I can't stay away.” he said, his voice a low rumble. “I missed you.”

You felt a shiver run down your spine, despite the warmth of the night. “Alex, we can't—”

He cut you off, his fingers gently tracing your jawline. “We can, and we will. Unless you tell me to stop.”

You didn't say a word, just stared into his eyes, feeling the heat between you build to a fever pitch. He took that as his cue, leaning in to capture your lips in a kiss that was anything but gentle. His lips were firm and demanding, his tongue exploring your mouth with a hunger that matched your own. His hands roamed your body, exploring every curve, every line, like he was committing it to memory. You could feel his calloused fingers, a testament to his hard work, and it only turned you on more.

You kissed him back with equal fervor, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. He tasted like the night, like freedom, like something you couldn't get enough of. His lips moved to your neck, kissing, sucking, marking you as his. You gasped, arching your back, pressing yourself against him, wanting more.

“Alex.” you whispered, your voice breathless. “Please.”

He didn't need to be told twice. His hands found the hem of your nightgown, slowly pulling it up, his fingers brushing against your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You lifted your arms, letting him pull the gown over your head, leaving you bare before him. His eyes roamed over your body, taking in every inch, and you could see the desire in his gaze.

“Fuck, you're beautiful.”he murmured, his voice hoarse with need. He reached out, cupping your breast, his thumb circling your nipple, making it harden under his touch. You moaned, your head falling back, giving him better access. He took advantage, his mouth replacing his thumb, sucking, biting, driving you wild. His other hand trailed down your stomach, dipping lower, lower, until his fingers found your center. You were wet, so wet, and he groaned against your skin, feeling it.

“Alex, please.” you begged again, your hips bucking against his hand.

He smiled against your skin, his fingers sliding inside you, curling, hitting that spot that made your toes curl. “Patienc—” he started, but you cut him off with a kiss, your body begging for more.

He obliged, his fingers moving faster, his thumb circling your clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. You broke the kiss, your head falling back, a moan escaping your lips as you came undone around his fingers. Your body shook with the force of your orgasm, and Alex held you, his fingers still inside you, drawing out every last shudder of pleasure.

But he wasn't done. Not by a long shot. He picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist, and laid you down on the bed, his body covering yours. You could feel his hardness against you, and you bucked your hips, rubbing against him, making him groan.

“Tease.” he murmured, his lips capturing yours in a fierce kiss. His hands roamed your body, touching, exploring, memorizing. You reached down, your hand finding his length, stroking him through his shorts. He was hard, so hard, and you could feel the heat of him, the need.

He broke the kiss, his forehead resting against yours, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Fuck, that feels good.” he said, his hips bucking into your hand.

You smiled, your hand moving faster, feeling him harden even more under your touch. “I want you inside me.” you said, your voice husky with desire.

He didn't need to be told twice. He quickly shed his shorts, his body pressing against yours, his length pressing against your entrance. He looked into your eyes, a question in his gaze, asking for your permission, your consent. You nodded, your legs wrapping around his waist, urging him on. He pushed in, slowly, inch by inch, filling you, stretching you, making you feel alive.

“Fuck, you feel good.” he groaned, his forehead resting against yours, his body stilling, letting you adjust to him. You could feel every inch of him, every vein, every pulse, and it was intoxicating.

You moved your hips, urging him on, and he took the hint, pulling out and pushing back in, slowly at first, then faster, harder, deeper. You met him thrust for thrust, your bodies moving in sync, your breaths mingling, your hearts pounding as one. The room filled with the sounds of your pleasure, your moans, his groans, the slap of skin against skin, the wet sounds of your bodies joining. It was raw, it was real, it was everything you never knew you needed.

Alex's hands roamed your body, touching, squeezing, marking you as his. You scratched his back, your nails digging into his skin, urging him on, begging for more. “Harder.” you panted. “Faster.”

He obliged, his hips moving in a frenzy, his body slamming into yours, the headboard knocking against the wall with each thrust. You could feel another orgasm building, coiling in your belly, ready to snap.

“Alex.” you moaned, your body tensing, your orgasm building, coiling, ready to snap. “I'm close.”

He looked into your eyes, his hips moving faster, harder, deeper. “Come for me.” he said, his voice a command. “Let me feel you come around me.”

And you did. Your body tensed, your back arching, your head falling back, a scream tearing from your lips as you came undone around him, your body milking his, urging him on. He groaned, his body tensing, his movements stuttering as he found his own release, your name on his lips, his body shaking with the force of it. You could feel him pulse inside you, feel the warmth of him, and it sent you into another wave of pleasure.

He collapsed on top of you, his body slick with sweat, his breath coming in ragged gasps. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close, feeling his heart pound against yours, your bodies still joined, still one. He kissed your neck, your collarbone, your shoulder, his lips soft and gentle now, a stark contrast to the passion that had just consumed them.

“Fuck.” he murmured, his lips pressing against your neck. “That was... fuck.”

You smiled, your fingers tracing patterns on his back. “Yeah.” you agreed. “It was.”

He looked up at you, a soft smile on his lips. “I could get used to this.” he said, his voice quiet, almost shy. “To you.”

You cupped his face, your thumb brushing his cheek. “Me too.” you said, your voice just as soft.

He rolled off you but pulled you close, your back to his front, his arms wrapping around you, holding you tight. You could feel him still semi-hard against your back, and you wiggled, rubbing against him, feeling him harden again.

He groaned, his teeth nipping at your shoulder. “Again?” he asked, his voice incredulous.

You smiled, your hand reaching back, squeezing his length. “Again.” you confirmed.

And so, the night went on, a symphony of pleasure, of discovery, of two people losing themselves in each other. The moon moved across the sky, casting its silver light on the two of you, witnesses to a night neither of you would ever forget.

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Pool Boy

Bbno$ (Alex Gumuchian) x reader

Female reader, nothing too nsfw

a/n: This is a AU where Alex is a pool boy and he works at your house , there’s gonna be a part two to this ;) <3

Summer had a way of dragging on when you had everything and nothing at the same time.

Your parents’ estate was massive, tucked high into the green-blanketed hills of a wealthy suburb. The pool alone could fit a small yacht, surrounded by manicured hedges, imported Italian tile, and daybeds that had never known dust or dirt. When your parents left for one of their impromptu two-month trips—“It’s good for the mind, darling, we’ll send postcards!”—you were left with silence. And the pool.

They’d warned you about him before they left.

“Don’t get too close to the help,” your mother had said, sipping from her crystal flute, sunglasses perched on her nose.

Your father had looked less concerned. “Just make sure he gets paid, okay?”

At the time, you hadn’t even thought twice about the pool boy. You’d seen him once before—shirtless, sun-kissed, a mop of hair that looked like it had its own personality. He had earbuds in and barely acknowledged you, too focused on skimming leaves from the water’s edge.

You'd just rolled your eyes and gone back inside.

But then came the days. The heat. The quiet. The boredom.

And then came Alex.

The first few mornings passed like nothing. He came, he cleaned, he left. He smelled like sunscreen and lemon soap, and always wore the same pair of beat-up shoes. His shorts hung low, revealing just the right amount of hipbones, and he never seemed in a rush to put on a shirt.

You’d been reading on a lounge chair, iced coffee sweating beside you, but the book didn’t hold your attention after that.

He didn’t say hello. Just got to work, like this was just another house, another pool. Maybe it was, to him.

But he wasn’t just another pool boy.

And soon, you weren’t just another bored rich girl.

It started subtly. You’d glance at him through your sunglasses as he scrubbed the tile or adjusted the filters. The muscles in his arms moved like water—fluid, effortless. He didn’t smile much at first, just worked quietly, occasionally mouthing lyrics to whatever song played through his earbuds.

You didn’t speak until the third day.

He was wiping down the edge of the pool when you walked out with a glass of lemonade—real lemonade, the good kind, not powdered garbage. You held it out to him like a peace offering.

“You look like you’re baking,” you said.

He pulled one earbud out. His voice was light, teasing. “Is this a trap?”

“If it was, it’d be tequila.”

That got a grin out of him. He took the glass and downed half of it in one go. “Damn. Okay, maybe I judged this place too quickly.”

You raised a brow. “Judged?”

He looked around, then back at you. “Rich houses like this usually have cold energy. But you… you’re chill.”

You laughed. “You don’t know me.”

He shrugged, wiping his mouth. “I’m good at reading people. Must be all the pool chemicals. Builds character.”

After that, things changed.

You started making him lunch. Nothing crazy—grilled chicken, pasta salad, fruit, a cookie if you were feeling generous. He’d eat with you, feet dangling in the water, body gleaming in the sun. You’d ask him questions. He’d give half-answers, coy and playful, like he was always holding something back.

“I make music sometimes,” he admitted one afternoon.

“You? Like, rap?”

He chuckled, leaning back on his elbows. “Something like that. But I mostly just clean pools and try not to fall for spoiled girls.”

You kicked water at him. He didn’t flinch.

“Careful,” he added, eyes sliding to your legs. “You keep showing up in dresses like that, and I might forget I work for you.”

The words lingered longer than they should’ve.

You didn’t respond.

But the next day, your sundress was even shorter.

Every morning, he arrived right on time. Every afternoon, you lingered longer by the water. He watched you more openly now—his eyes drifting when he thought you wouldn’t notice. And sometimes, you didn’t mind when he did.

You found excuses to be outside. Pretended to sunbathe. Sometimes you weren’t even wearing sunscreen. You just wanted to be near him.

The heat was thick, slow-moving. You started to wonder if he’d ever make the first move.

Then one afternoon, after he finished scrubbing the deep end, you stood and walked to the edge of the pool, slipping off your sandals.

“Swim with me.”

He blinked. “Is that an order?”

“It’s a request.”

Alex watched you for a moment, water dripping from his chest, hair damp with sweat. Then, without a word, he dropped the net and dove in.

The water closed over him and you followed, diving in after. Beneath the surface, it felt like silence wrapped around you. When you broke through, he was already smiling.

You splashed him. He grabbed your wrist.

It turned into a game—chasing each other in the shallow end, laughing, bodies colliding. When you tripped over the steps, he caught you. His hands found your waist.

He didn’t let go.

You were breathless. So was he.

“I shouldn’t,” he said softly.

“I know.”

But still—you kissed him.

It was slow. Careful. His lips moved against yours like he’d been thinking about it for days. Maybe he had. His hands stayed at your waist, but one drifted, thumb brushing your ribs just below your bikini top. He kissed like he cleaned—like he paid attention to detail.

When it got too hot, you pulled away first.

“We can’t,” you whispered, water beading between your collarbones.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “But I’ll think about this all night.”

You didn’t sleep much after that.

The next morning, you woke up early and checked the window. No Alex. Not even the sound of a hose. You waited until noon. Nothing.

You told yourself it was for the best.

Until your mother returned, her voice echoing through the house like a warning bell.

They were home. The fun was over.

For days, you sat in silence. You didn’t even give him your phone number. You sat outside, eyes scanning the water for signs of him.

But he didn’t come back.

Until one night.

You were in bed, staring at the ceiling, the window cracked to let in the warm breeze. Then—soft tapping. Delicate. Barely there.

You pulled the curtain.

He was outside.

Alex, standing on the stone ledge just below your window, one hand gripping the sill, the other pressed to the glass. Hoodie on, hair messy, eyes darker in the moonlight.

You slid the window open.

“Miss me?” he whispered, grinning.

Your heart thundered in your chest. “You’re not supposed to be here.”

“Yeah,” he murmured, climbing through anyway. “That’s kinda the fun part.”

The window shut behind him.

The silence felt heavy, waiting for something to break.

To be continued…

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AAATTEEEEE THIS UP !! <3

NEED BBNO$PLSPLSPLS, I’ve seen the interviews saying how he wants to be a stay at home dad, and I neeeedddd a one shot (or anything else rlly) of him with a breeding kink.

LITERALLY SCREAMED when I read this—like full on hand-over-mouth. need this man so bad.

𝐁𝐛𝐧��$ (𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐆𝐮𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐚𝐧) 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

⇢ 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 (𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢), 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲 / 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭!

“God—please, please, please—just let me do it” Alex whines against your throat, hips stuttering as he fucks up into you from below, voice breaking with every breath. “Let me cum inside, let me—fuck—wanna fill you up, baby, wanna—wanna make you a mommy so bad—”

His words come out in broken gasps, his arms wrapped tight around your waist like he’s scared you’ll float away if he lets go. You’re straddling him, riding his cock slow and deep, his hands shaking where they grip your ass, helping you bounce even though he’s too fucked-out to do anything but sob under you.

“Feels too good“ he hiccups, forehead pressed to your chest, curls plastered to his temples with sweat. “You’re so warm—so tight—fuck, I’m losing my mind, you’re gonna ruin me—”

“You sound so pathetic“ you murmur with a breathless smile, clenching around him just to make him twitch.

He whines—high and soft and broken—and his cock throbs deep inside you like he’s right on the edge.

“I am“ he pants, hips jerking up involuntarily. “I’m so pathetic for you. I’ll do anything, I’ll stay home and clean and rub your feet, I don’t care, I just wanna get you pregnant—please—let me—”

You drop your weight down, take him to the hilt in one sudden, wet slap of skin, and he sobs into your shoulder, arms clamping around your waist as he bucks helplessly.

“Please, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum—don’t pull off—don’t—”

You stay buried on his cock, grinding slow, and that’s all it takes—he loses it. Entire body seizing under you as he cums deep, crying out your name, hot and frantic and soaked with sweat. You feel him throb inside you, feel the first gush of it—so much, it’s instantly leaking around the base of his cock, warm and messy and thick.

“Oh my God” he breathes, voice wrecked.

You lift your hips just an inch and he yelps, hands flying to pin you down again.

“No—no no no—don’t let it out—I wanna do it again, baby, I can’t stop—I wanna see it drip out while I’m still inside—”

“You wanna cum again?” you tease, dragging your hips in a slow circle while he shivers.

He nods frantically. “Please. I’ll be so good, I’ll cook dinner, I’ll fold laundry, I’ll rub your back every night—just let me keep fucking it in. Wanna make you a mommy so bad it hurts.”

His voice cracks again, needy and flushed and overwhelmed, and he bites down on your collarbone just to ground himself as you rock on his cock—hot and swollen and twitching, somehow getting hard all over again from how desperate he is to make you his.

“Shh“ you whisper, kissing the top of his head as his fingers dig into your hips.

“Gonna fuck a baby into you“ he babbles, barely coherent, already grinding again. “And then do it again. And again. ‘Til your belly’s all round and I get to kiss it every morning—”

You whine at the thought, tugging his curls as he moans.

And he melts, whimpering against your chest as he starts to thrust again—wet, messy, obsessed.

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Ridin’

Bbno$ (Alex Gumuchian) x reader

Female reader, nsfw, MDNI, +18 content

In the tender glow of the morning sun, you wake up to the soft rhythm of Alex's breath, his chest rising and falling gently beneath you. The room is filled with the quiet hum of the city outside, but in here, it's just the two of you, wrapped in the warmth of your shared bed. You take a moment to appreciate the sight of him, his hair disheveled from the night, and his lips slightly parted in a peaceful slumber. The faint scent of his cologne lingers in the air, mixing with the fresh aroma of the coffee you brewed earlier.

You trace the lines of his face with your fingertips, feeling the roughness of his stubble against your skin. He stirs slightly at your touch, a soft smile playing on his lips as he murmurs your name in his sleep. The sound sends a shiver down your spine, and you feel a familiar warmth spreading through your body. You lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, then his cheeks, and finally, his lips. They are soft and inviting, and you can't help but deepen the kiss.

He wakes slowly, his eyes fluttering open to meet yours. There's a moment of confusion, then recognition, and his smile widens. "Morning," he rasps, his voice thick with sleep and desire. "You're awake early."

"Morning," you whisper back, your breath hitching as he pulls you closer, his hands roaming over your back. You can feel the heat of his body, the hardness of his muscles, and it makes your heart race. You straddle him, feeling his growing arousal press against you. He groans, his hands gripping your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your skin.

"Mmm, someone's eager," he teases, his eyes darkening with desire. "What do you want, beautiful?"

You lean down, your lips brushing against his ear. "I want you, Alex," you whisper, your voice husky with need. "I want to ride you, feel you deep inside me."

He shivers at your words, his hands tightening on your hips. "Fuck, you drive me crazy," he growls, flipping you over so he's on top. But you have other plans. You push him back, your hands on his chest, and he rolls over, a smirk on his face.

"You're not in control this morning," you say, your voice firm but playful. You straddle him again, this time taking control. You can feel his eyes on you, watching as you slowly lower yourself onto him. He's big, and it takes a moment for your body to adjust, but the sensation is electric. You moan, your head falling back as you start to move, grinding against him.

He watches you, his hands on your thighs, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. "I love watching you like this. The way your body moves, the way you take control. It's fucking sexy."

You lean down, your hands on his chest, and kiss him deeply. "I love you, Alex," you whisper against his lips. "I love how you make me feel."

He groans, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he starts to move with you, meeting your thrusts with his own. The room fills with the sound of your moans and the slapping of skin against skin. The tension builds, your body coiling tighter and tighter until you finally reach the edge and tumble over, waves of pleasure crashing over you. He follows soon after, his body shuddering as he finds his release, your name a whisper on his lips.

You collapse onto his chest, your body slick with sweat, your heart pounding in your ears. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close, and you can feel his heartbeat, steady and strong. You press a kiss to his chest, then look up at him, a soft smile on your lips.

"Good morning," you say, your voice breathless.

He chuckles, his fingers tangling in your hair. "The best morning ever," he agrees, pulling you in for a kiss. You can taste the saltiness of his skin, the sweetness of his lips, and it makes you want more. But for now, you're content to lie here, wrapped in each other's arms, your bodies entwined.

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Meant to be

Bbno$ (Alex Gumuchian) x reader

Female reader, breakup, angst

a/n: I really wanted to write something based on his song Meant to be, so this is just pure angst and heart break. Please enjoy and I will be writing fluff later on so you guys won’t stay sad after reading this :’)

It had been nearly a year since you walked out of his place—your toothbrush still in the cup, your hoodie still hanging by the door, like your ghost didn’t know how to leave completely.

You told yourself it was mutual. That you both needed it.

But the truth was, you broke something that couldn’t be put back together.

It didn’t start ugly. You and Alex had a kind of rhythm. He was scatterbrained but sincere. You were grounded but emotional. He needed the chaos; you needed the calm. You filled each other in all the right ways—until one day you didn’t.

You thought the love would hold you together.

But it didn’t survive the pressure of timezones, missed calls, quiet dinners, and half-hearted apologies.

It was you, too. You knew that. You stopped showing up emotionally when it counted. You said you supported him, but some days you resented how much of himself he gave to the world and how little he had left for you.

You wanted more attention. He wanted more patience.

And neither of you had the strength to meet in the middle.

You found out about the song the way anyone finds anything these days: online.

It was late. You were doom-scrolling, lying flat on your bed, blue light painting your tired eyes. A post popped up: a fan account you still followed—stupidly, recklessly.

“bbno$ - ‘meant to be’ out now.”

You hesitated.

You knew. Deep down, you knew.

You clicked the link anyway.

The intro hit you in the chest. No playful beat, no silly bars. Just vulnerability—bare and unfiltered.

You say you love me, but you just wanna be friends with me
You say you love me, but your work took all your energy…

Your breath caught in your throat.

He said those words. On the phone. One of your last conversations. You told him you loved him but you needed space. That your career was taking up too much of your time. You thought it would soften the blow, but now you saw it through his eyes.

It hadn’t softened anything.

You never listen when I just needed an apology…

You closed your eyes.

God. He wasn’t wrong.

You always said he overreacted. Called him sensitive. You didn’t mean to dismiss him. You just didn’t know how to deal with your own feelings, let alone his. So you brushed his pain aside and called it “overthinking.”

You just took like twenty thousand hours from my life, so
I deleted all our pictures off my fucking drive, sorry…

Your chest ached.

You wondered if he really did. If your photos, your videos, those tiny captured moments of your shared life were gone now—wiped clean.

Right one, wrong time
Today’s a good day to say goodbye…

You started to cry.

Not the kind of tears that fall with grace, but the messy, silent kind that soak into your pillow without asking.

I was bad to you, you were worst to me
But baby we just ain’t meant to be…

You weren’t a villain. Neither was he. You were just two people trying to love each other through too much noise, too much pressure, too much distance.

You thought the love would outweigh the mistakes.

But it hadn’t.

Fool me once, fool me twice
Shame on me for the last time…

You remembered the last time you saw him. How he hugged you like he didn’t want to let go but didn’t know how to hold on anymore either. How his fingers lingered in your hair. How he said “I love you” so quietly you weren’t even sure you were supposed to hear it.

And how you said nothing back.

You were too angry. Too proud. Too scared of being vulnerable when everything felt like it was already falling apart.

Give you all my love and all my trust and my affection
“Sorry” ain’t enough and you say you want more attention…

That line hit hardest.

Because yeah, he gave you his love. In every goofy voice memo. Every meal he tried to cook and burned. Every late-night call from a tour stop just to hear your voice before bed. And all you ever did was ask for more.

You didn’t realize you already had the best parts of him.

We was playing games but we was sitting in different sections…

You didn’t even know he knew how much it hurt you, how alone you felt—even when you were together. You didn’t know he noticed. But he did.

He noticed everything.

But baby, this is just how it has to be…

You sat there in the dark, listening to the last note fade, silence swallowing you whole.

He was gone.

Not just the man. Not just the love. But the version of him that you knew. The version that whispered dreams into your skin, who held you like you were home.

He put your love into a song, and it was the most honest thing either of you had ever said.

You broke his heart.

And he broke yours right back.

But through the pain, the silence, the missed chances—you still loved him.

You always would.

Even if you weren’t meant to be.

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Hii! Love your fics! For a request, maybe being friends/coworkers smth like that, but fans keep making edits and theories abt you two dating or being in love or something? Honestly, idk if I want it to be more fluff with a soft love confession or some hurt/comfort where one of them denies it (unknowingly hurting the other one) and with a dramatic love confession - it's up to you to decide cause I literally can't choose.

No rush! You can absolutely write it whenever or not write it at all!❤️💐

I gotchuuu <3 thank you for your suggestion !

Canon now, actually

Bbno$ (Alex Gumuchian) x reader

Female reader, slight angst and fluff at the end, friends to lovers

A/n: I’ve been getting a lot of requests for a friends to lovers fic so here’s my version of it! I’ll probably write another one with more angst and slow burn but please enjoy this one for now and I have more fics coming out soon <3

You had always been there — before the world knew his name, before the streams and sold-out shows and absurd viral TikToks. You were there when he was still in his “let’s see if this music thing works” phase, helping him with shoots, hyping up his worst freestyles, laughing at his chaotic sleep schedule and even more chaotic outfits.

You knew him as Alex, not bbno$. He was just your best friend. At least, that’s what you tried to remind yourself.

But somewhere between late-night FaceTimes and stolen glances during studio sessions, something shifted. He’d show up with your favorite coffee without asking. He remembered every inside joke from years ago. He called you when anything remotely funny happened because, “It’s only funny if I tell you.”

And then the internet noticed

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It started small — a comment on a TikTok:

- “Are they together or is it just me?”

Then came the edits. Little montages of Instagram stories, him looking at you mid-laugh, hand brushing yours, casual flirty banter. His fans were convinced you were a secret couple.

- “He’s so in love and it’s obvious.”

- “The way he looks at her? That’s not platonic.”

- “She’s his muse. I’m calling it.”

You couldn’t lie — it made your heart race. Even if it wasn’t real, it felt real. The way his hand lingered on your back. The way he called you “dude” and “babe” in the same breath. The way he talked to everyone, but really only looked at you.

But then came that stream.

You weren’t even watching live. A friend sent you the clip with a laughing emoji and a “rip the shippers.”

You clicked.

There he was — in his usual streaming setup, hair messy, glasses slipping down his nose, sipping from that enormous bottle of water he never left without.

A fan asked in the chat:

- “yo be honest. are you and y/n dating?”

Alex read it out loud, grinned, and shook his head.

“What? No way,” he said, laughing. “We’re not dating. She’s just my best friend. Chill, y’all.”

He moved on like it was nothing.

But it wasn’t nothing. Not to you.

You sat with that clip playing in your head on repeat. The way he said “no way.” Like it was ridiculous. Like it had never even crossed his mind.

Maybe it hadn’t.

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After that, you stopped texting as much.

Not because you were mad — but because it hurt. Because you realized maybe you were reading too much into everything. Maybe you had built something in your head that didn’t exist in his.

You needed to let it go. So you tried.

You answered slower. Called less. Didn’t stay on FaceTime with him until 2 a.m. talking about everything and nothing. You told yourself it was healthy. That you were creating boundaries. That he wouldn’t even notice.

Except… he did.

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It was a week and a half before he showed up at your place, completely unannounced, hoodie up, hair messy, and that look in his eyes like he’d been pacing around the city just to figure out what to say.

You opened the door in surprise. “Alex?”

“Okay,” he said, breathless. “What the hell is going on?”

You blinked. “What?”

“You’ve been weird. Like—like ghosting me weird. You barely text. You don’t call. You didn’t even like the pic I posted yesterday. It was me with a cat, dude. You love cats.”

You crossed your arms. “Maybe I’ve been busy.”

“No, see—no. That’s my excuse,” he said, stepping inside. “You’re never too busy for me unless something’s wrong.”

You looked away, trying to keep your composure. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Then why does it feel like I lost my best friend without warning?”

Your throat tightened. “Because maybe you did.”

He froze. “What?”

You finally looked at him — really looked at him. And it all came out.

“You said ‘no way’ like it was insane,” you whispered. “Like the idea of dating me was laughable. And yeah, I know we’re not dating. I know we’re just friends. But hearing you say it like that… it just made me feel stupid. For thinking this was ever something more.”

Alex looked like he’d been hit by a train.

“Wait—wait. You felt something too?”

You hesitated. “I thought I was imagining it.”

“Oh my God,” he said under his breath, running a hand down his face. “I’m so dumb.”

“You’re not dumb. You were honest. And I needed to hear it. That’s why I backed off — because I needed to stop hoping.”

“No,” he said, voice suddenly shaking. “You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to disappear because I said something dumb on stream. I thought I was protecting us. I didn’t know you— I didn’t know you felt it too.”

He took a shaky breath, eyes meeting yours.

“I love you, [Y/N]. Like, not in the ‘haha you’re my bestie’ way. I love you in the ‘I can’t go a day without thinking about you’ way. In the ‘you’re the only person who makes the noise in my head quiet’ way. In the ‘I see those edits and want them to be real’ way.”

Your heart was racing.

“I love the way you talk about things you’re passionate about. I love your stupid playlists. I love how you take care of people without even realizing it. I love you,” he finished, voice soft but certain.

You stood frozen in place, tears in your eyes.

“And I didn’t say it on stream because I didn’t think I deserved to say it out loud. I was scared. But losing you — even just a little — that scared me more.”

You stepped toward him slowly. “You mean it?”

“I’ve never meant anything more.”

He opened his arms like a silent question.

You didn’t answer with words — just stepped into him, wrapped your arms around his hoodie-clad torso, and held on like your heart had finally come home.

He kissed your forehead first. Then your cheek. Then, finally, your lips — slow and careful and full of everything he hadn’t known how to say until now.

And when you pulled away, forehead resting against his, he smiled.

“So… can I say it on stream now?”

You laughed, and in that moment — in his arms, with the weight of everything lifted — you knew:

The edits were right all along.

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If you guys wanna request me anything for the next bbno$ fic I’d be super happy to see your suggestions :) <3

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MDNI ! Some fics are +18 content

Welcome home

Late mornings & Lazy smiles

Soft connection +18

Canon now, actually

Meant to be

Ridin' +18

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Soft connection

Bbno$ ( Alex Gumuchian) x reader

Female reader, nsfw, oral sex, p in v sex (mdni) +18 content

a/n: I don’t really write nsfw stuff but i really wanted to try one out with him so please enjoy and let me know what you guys think :) <3

In the heart of a bustling city, you find yourself in a luxurious penthouse suite for an event, the lights of the cityscape twinkling like stars against the night sky. The room is filled with a soft, sensual atmosphere, the air thick with anticipation. You stand by the floor-to-ceiling windows, the cool glass pressing against your back as you watch the world below, the distant hum of the city soothing backdrop to your racing thoughts.

The sound of footsteps behind you makes you turn, and there he is—Alex Gumuchian, your loving boyfriend, his presence commanding and magnetic. He's dressed in a tailored suit that fits his frame perfectly, the top buttons of his shirt undone to reveal a hint of his toned chest. His eyes, dark and intense, are fixed on you, and the smile playing on his lips is pure sin.

"Hey, you," he says, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down your spine. He closes the distance between you, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek. His thumb traces your lips, and you can't help but lean into his touch, your breath hitching slightly.

"Hi," you manage to whisper, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

He leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, teasing kiss. It's a gentle exploration, a promise of more to come. His tongue lightly traces the seam of your lips, coaxing them to part. You oblige, and his tongue slips into your mouth, dancing with yours in a sensual tango. You moan softly, the sound vibrating against his lips.

"You taste amazing," he murmurs, pulling back slightly to look into your eyes. "I've been wanting to do that all night."

You smile, your cheeks flushing with heat. "Is that so?" you tease, your hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath his shirt. "And what else have you been wanting to do?"

He grins, his hands roaming over your body, tracing the curves of your hips, your waist, your breasts. Each touch is electric, sending jolts of pleasure through your veins. "Oh, I have a few ideas," he says, his voice a low growl. "But I think you'll have to wait and see."

You laugh softly, your body arching into his touch. "I can be patient," you say, your voice breathy.

He leans down, his lips finding your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. You gasp, your head falling back against the window. His hands find the zipper of your dress, slowly pulling it down, the cool air of the room contrasting with the heat of your skin. The dress slips off your shoulders, pooling at your feet, leaving you in nothing but lace and silk.

His eyes roam over your body, taking in every inch of you. "You're beautiful," he murmurs, his voice hoarse with desire. His hands cup your breasts, his thumbs circling your nipples through the lace of your bra. You moan, your body arching into his touch. He leans down,sucking and nibbling through the fabric. The sensation is intense, and you can feel the wetness between your legs increasing.

"You like that?" he asks, pulling back slightly to look into your eyes.

"You know I do," you respond, your voice breathy with desire.

Alex straightens up, his hands moving to your hips, pulling you flush against him. You can feel his hardness pressing against your stomach, and you reach down, your hand wrapping around him through his pants. He groans, his head falling back, giving you better access. You stroke him, feeling him grow even harder in your hand.

"Fuck, that feels good," he groans, his hips bucking into your touch.

He pulls away, his breath ragged. "Not yet," he says, his voice a low growl. "I want to take my time with you."

He lifts you effortlessly, carrying you to the nearby bed in room. He lays you down gently, his body covering yours and you wrap your legs around his waist, urging him closer.

Alex chuckles, his lips finding yours in a deep, passionate kiss. "Impatient, are we?" he teases, pulling back slightly.

"Maybe a little," you admit, your voice breathy.

He grins, his hands roaming over your body, tracing the lines of your curves. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them down. He tosses them aside, his eyes feasting on your exposed flesh. He leans down, his tongue tracing a path from your ankle up to your thigh, bypassing your center, and continuing up to your hip. You squirm, your body begging for his touch.

"Patience," he murmurs, his tongue finally finding your center. He licks you, his tongue parting your folds, finding your clit. He sucks on it, his tongue flicking it in a rhythm that has you crying out, your hips bucking against his mouth. The pleasure is intense, building quickly, and you can feel your orgasm approaching.

"Don't stop," you beg, your hands fisting in his hair.

He chuckles, his tongue never stopping its ministrations. He slips a finger inside you, then another, his tongue never stopping its dance on your clit. The combined sensations send you over the edge, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash through you. You cry out, your voice echoing through the room.

He sits up, his lips glistening with your juices. He unbuckles his belt, his pants dropping to the floor.

He kicks them aside, his boxers following soon after. His cock springs free, hard and ready. He crawls onto the bed, his body covering yours. You can feel him at your entrance, and you wrap your legs around his waist again, urging him in.

He enters you in one swift thrust, filling you completely. You gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders. "Fuck, you're so tight," he groans, his forehead resting against yours.

"You feel amazing," you respond, your voice breathy with desire.

He begins to move, his hips grinding against yours, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. Your bodies move in sync, a dance as old as time. The room fills with the sounds of your moans, your breaths mingling, your hearts beating as one.

"Harder," you beg, your hips meeting his thrusts.

He obliges, his pace quickening, his thrusts becoming deeper, more intense. The tension builds, your body coiling tighter and tighter until, with a final, deep thrust and you both cum, your cries of release echoing through the room.

He collapses on top of you, his body shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm. You wrap your arms around him, holding him close, your hearts pounding in unison.

"Holy fuck," he pants, his voice filled with awe.

You laugh softly, your body still humming with pleasure. "That was incredible," you agree.

He rolls off you, pulling you into his arms. His lips find yours in a soft, tender kiss. "I'm glad you think so," he says, his voice filled with satisfaction.

You snuggle closer to him, your body pressed against his. The city lights twinkle outside, but in this moment, it's just the two of you, lost in the aftermath of passion. The room is filled with the scent of sex and sweat, a testament to the intensity of your encounter.

"You know," he says, his voice thoughtful, "I've never felt this kind of connection with anyone before."

You look up at him, your eyes meeting his. "Neither have I," you admit, your voice soft.

Alex smiles, his hand cupping your cheek. "I'm glad we found each other," he says, his voice filled with sincerity.

You smile back, your heart swelling with emotion. "Me too," you whisper, drifting off to sleep in his arms, already anticipating the next time you can explore this connection.

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Late Mornings & Lazy Smiles

Bbno$ ( Alex Gumuchian) x reader

Female reader, slight nsfw

The first thing you noticed was the weight of the sunlight pressing through the blinds, warm and golden against your bare shoulder. The second thing was the weight of Alex’s arm slung around your waist — lazy, familiar, possessive. The third? His breath. Slow, even, soft against the back of your neck.

You smiled before you even opened your eyes.

The sheets were tangled around your legs, and one of his knees was wedged between yours, his chest flush against your back. The whole room smelled like him — heat and cologne and something sweeter underneath. You shifted slightly, just enough to feel him stir behind you.

A sleepy groan rumbled from his throat. “You’re moving too much,” he muttered, voice rough and low. “You tryna start something, or…?”

You smirked, eyes still closed. “You’re the one practically glued to me.”

His hand slid down your stomach slowly, fingers brushing just under the hem of the sheets. “It’s not my fault you’re warm,” he murmured, lips finding that spot just beneath your ear — the one that made you breathe a little harder.

Your body reacted before your brain could form a clever reply. Hips arching just enough for him to notice.

He definitely noticed.

“Mm.” He grinned into your neck. “There it is.”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

He kissed along your jaw, each press of his mouth slower than the last, deliberate. His fingers traced lazy shapes against your skin, not rushing, just touching — enough to tease, not enough to satisfy. That was the thing about Alex: he was always playful. Always pushing your buttons. But never without intention.

You turned over, facing him now, the sheets slipping between you as you reached up to brush a strand of messy hair from his forehead. His eyes were half-lidded, that post-sleep haze still lingering, but his gaze was sharp. Focused entirely on you.

“You always this smug in the morning?” you asked, arching a brow.

He stretched, muscles flexing under the covers. “Only when I wake up next to you.”

You rolled your eyes, trying not to smile — failing. “Corny.”

“And yet,” he murmured, fingers trailing down your thigh, “you’re still here.”

The silence between you filled with the weight of the moment — heavy with heat and something sweeter underneath it. Something soft. He leaned in, brushing his lips against yours with a kind of lazy confidence that made your chest flutter. It wasn’t rushed or hungry — it was slower, deeper. Like he wanted to taste you, not just kiss you.

You sighed into it, your hands sliding into his hair, pulling him closer.

He smiled against your mouth. “You’re making it very hard to get up.”

You didn’t let go. “Who said we’re getting up?”

Another kiss. Longer this time. His hand slipping beneath the sheet to rest on your bare hip, his thumb moving in slow, purposeful circles.

“Breakfast can wait,” he whispered.

You could feel him smile again.

Twenty Minutes Later

You sat at the kitchen counter, wearing nothing but his oversized tee and a dazed look, legs swinging, trying to ignore the fact that your skin still tingled. Alex stood across from you, shirtless, hair a mess, flipping pancakes with the kind of confidence that made it impossible not to stare.

He caught you watching. “See something you like?”

You didn’t look away. “I’ve seen better.”

He turned, placing a plate in front of you. “Lie to me again and you’re not getting syrup.”

You leaned forward, fingers brushing his wrist. “I don’t need syrup.”

He stared at you for a long second, the corner of his mouth twitching. “Okay,” he muttered, pushing the plate aside and stepping between your knees. “We’re burning daylight.”

“And pancakes,” you added with a grin, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He kissed you again, warm and slow, like the morning hadn’t even really started until now.

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Welcome home

Bbno$ ( Alex Gumuchian) x reader

Female reader, slight nsfw, fluff in general, him coming back from tour

a/n: my first ever fic posted on tumblr! I’ve always been a big fan of bbno$ and sadly i just think that there aren’t enough fics about him so here’s mine :) Please let me know what you guys think <3

The soft thud of the door echoed down the hallway — quiet, but enough to jolt you upright.

You were lying on the couch, snuggled under a blanket. You peeked over the edge of the blanket just as he stepped in, duffel bag slung over his shoulder, hair slightly wet from the rain outside. He looked tired. But his eyes? Locked on you, hungry and warm at the same time.

“You left the door unlocked,” he said, voice lower than usual, dropping his bag by the door.

“I didn’t think you’d be back today,” you said, heart thudding.

“I couldn’t wait.” Alex replied

You barely had time to stand before he crossed the room and wrapped you up in him — arms tight, body warmer than it should’ve been after walking in from the cold. His nose tucked into your neck, breathing you in like he needed to memorize you all over again.

“I missed this,” he murmured. “You. The hoodie on you. The way you look at me when you’re trying to act unbothered but your hearts racing.”

You tried to hide the grin threatening your lips, but he caught it. He always did.

His hands found your waist — slow, familiar, fingers pressing into your skin just enough to make you lean into him. The kiss followed was slow, deep, a little too quiet to be innocent. He wasn’t rushing — he never rushed with you.

“You smell like my pillow,” Alex whispered, lips brushing the edge of your jaw. “You sleep in my shirts while I’m gone?”

You nodded, cheeks warm.

His breath hitched, just slightly, and his hand slipped under the hem of your hoodie, tracing lazy circles on your hip — nothing too bold. But his touch lingered, like he was grounding himself with your skin.

“I’ve been living out of suitcases, cold sheets, bad hotel coffee…” he trailed off, lips ghosting down your neck. “Now I’m home. And I don’t plan on leaving this room for a while.”

You exhaled, soft and shaky, fingertips curling in the fabric of his hoodie.

He kissed you again — slower this time. Less urgent. More certain.

“Let’s catch up,” he whispered, backing you towards the couch. “Real slow.”